Coments: So, here I've finally put something up. I feel really lame that it took me this long. Anyway, here is my frist KHR Story, I'm a huge fan of KHR. All my friends are probably exspecting a Yaoi (which I might get to some time) so a family story is probably unexspected. But here it is. Hope you like.
A Haunting Past
A field of flowers, bright and in full bloom. A bright little girl sitting among the flowers making a crown. Her older brother sketching a flower next to her, both being watched by a man in a black suit, bored. The girl heard something and turned around. A smile split her face.
"Papa!" She cried, alarming the man as she got up, "Mama!"
The girl ran over to her beautiful mother and hugged her. Her brother and the suit got up and fallowed her, her brother tucking his sketch book under his arm. The girl showed her mother and the man with her the crown she made.
"What a pretty crown," Said her mother, "Who's it for?"
"Papa," She says happily.
"Papa?" Asked the man.
"I think she means you dear," chuckled her mother.
"She spent the last hour hunting down all those flowers," Said her brother, smirking at the man, "And three minutes making the crown."
"Three minutes?" Asked her mother, the man hoisting the little girl up into his arms, "That's a new record."
"I made it special for you, Papa," The little girl said, placing the crown on his head.
"I'm not sure about being called 'Papa'," Said the man, a little uncomfortable.
"Well you better get used to it," Said the boy, "Papa."
The man chuckled. "I guess I better." It was Xanxus, before being frozen.
Xanxus woke in his office, his head resting on his hand. He sighed and reached for a drawer in his desk. He reached in and pulled out a picture frame. The picture was of the girl, her mother, brother, and Xanxus himself, all looking so happy in the field from his memory. He placed the picture on his desk and gazed at it sadly.
"Aurora, Savio, Zita," He said to the frame, "Where did you go?"
A busy market street bustling with people. Xanxus and his generals walking along, heading for some place they wouldn't talk about even if put through months of torture, not that someone could keep them prisoner for that long or capture them for that matter.
"Flowers," Called a girl, her face obscured by a shawl, "Flowers for sale." She approached Belphagor and held out the basket of Daffodils in her hand. "Buy a flower, sir?"
"No thanks," He said waving her off with disregard, though he did have enough attention for her that he missed an odd youth sneaking close.
"Are you sure, sir?" Asked the girl, persistently, "Maybe you can buy one for your sweetheart. Someone as handsome as you must have any number of women after him." As she spoke a suspicious young man approached, his head of orange hair cast down to avoid attention.
"Beat it brat!" Squalo snapped at her, annoyed.
"Oh!" Gasped the girl backing away, as she did the young man made a grab for Squalo's wallet.
Squalo grabbed the boy's wrist and turned with a deadly glare. "And just what do you think you're doing, boy?" He growled.
The boy tried to get something from his pocket, but Squalo brought his blade to the boy's throat first. A twisted smile split Squalo's face as he saw the boy perspire in fear.
"No!" the girl cried and smoke engulfed everyone.
Squalo yelled out as the girl bit him. He instantly let the boy go and covered his bleeding wrist. Bel grabbed for the girl and boy as he felt them pass in the smoke, only managing to catch her shawl, revealing her head of orange hair. 'Aurora,' thought Xanxus, seeing their orange hair.
The pair ran out of the smoke and headed for an ally. Pissed, Squalo ran after them, not noticing that Xanxus was already gone.
The ally went straight threw and Squalo thought he would loose them as they rounded the corner. Suddenly the pair bounced back onto the ground.
The boy opened his strong orange eyes and looked up at Xanxus. A puzzled look took his face as he focused on Xanxus's face, the look quickly replaced with alarmed recognition. The girl opened her eyes too and the same thing happened to her. As Xanxus started down at them he remembered the faces of the two kids from the flower field.
As Xanxus's generals hurried down the ally they heard a cry of delight that sounded allot like 'Papa!' They came around the corner to find the boy sitting on the ground where he had landed and the girl in Xanxus arms crying happily, him smiling too.
Bel and the others watched, confused, as Xanxus sat at a table with the two kids. The girl eating ice cream while her brother and Xanxus talked. It seemed a rather dangerous argument.
"You certainly choose an interesting time to return from the dead," said the boy bitterly, glaring at Xanxus.
"I'm sorry, Savio," said Xanxus, sighing tiredly, "How many times do I need to say before you forgive me?"
"You could say it till your black heart stops beating and I'll never forgive you," he said angrily.
"Savio," pleaded the girl.
"Quite Zita," Snapped her brother, angry.
"That's not how you speak to your sister, young man," snapped Xanxus, maternally angry.
"Cut the shit," Savio snarled, "You have no right to talk to me like a father."
"Savio stop it," Zita protested, tearfully, "Papa hasn't done anything wrong."
"Stop calling him that, he isn't our father," Savio said harshly, standing up, "We don't have one. And we don't have a mother because of him."
"What are you talking about, Savio?" Asked Xanxus, apprehensive.
"The old man didn't tell you?" Savio asked, a twisted, hurt smile taking his lips, "After he came to use to tell us you had died she got sick and died of a broken heart."
Xanxus's eyes became wide with shock. "You're lying," he said, his voice shaking with guilt, "You're just saying this to get back at me for not being here."
"No," Said Zita sadly, "He's not, Papa."
"We've been living on the streets for the past seven years. We have to move from ruin to ruin, avoiding the government so they won't separate us. The only way we can survive is by stealing food and money, all because of you."
"No!" Xanxus shouted, causing everyone around them to jump as he slammed his fist into the table, making a dent.
Zita looked at him sadly, her ice cream on the ground. She placed a hand on his and fixed him with a worried look. He gave her a small smile and patted her on the head, causing her to smile happily.
"I'm sorry, Zita," He said softly.
"It's okay," She said, "I'm just happy we can finally be a family."
"No," Savio said coldly.
"But-" Began Zita, her face falling.
"No, Zita," He said again, silencing her, "He doesn't get a second chance." Zita wanted to say something, but seeing the angry look on her brother's face silenced her. "We're going."
"Yes, Savio," She said sadly. She got up and began to fallow her brother. "Arrivederci Papa."
Xanxus watched them go with a hallow expression. He watched them turn a corner and rested his head in his hand. 'Damn it!' He swore it himself, 'How could this have happened?'
"Boss?" someone asked next to Xanxus. He looked up to find his men gathered, though most hiding behind Bel who had spoken.
"What?" He growled, annoyed with his generals.
"Who are those brats?" He asked, kind of curious.
"Those 'brats'," Xanxus said, standing up in irritation at how Bel referred to the siblings, "Were going to be my children."
"what?" Asked Bel, he and the others duly surprised.
"I was going to marry their mother eight years ago."
So, that was the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed. I have more, but I'd like some feedback first. The story isn't quite finished being written yet so there's room for ideas, If you'd like to give some.