A/N: Heey guys! Yes, I finally got the inspiration to re-write this. Shimizu-san thank you so much for the critic! It really helped me and well I hope I did a better job now ^^

You know when I wrote this the first time the idea of it was to either let it be a one- or two-shot, but I thought a lot about it and this story got one hell of a lot bigger than two chappies DX One of the main inspirations was Soldaten van Oranje (litteraly translated; Soldiers of Orange) It's a musical about a resistance group in Holland during the second world war. I went to it a few days ago and well since it's around may 4th and 5th again we of course have the Remembrance of the Dead.

Anyway, I'm gonna stop talking now ^^; Hope you enjoy the re-written chapter of 1412 and a special thanks to Shimizu Hikaru!

Btw, Bloody Secrets is on hold until next week at least. I was stupid enough to save a part on the computer at school instead of on my usb ^^; sorry guys. Almost the whole chapter is on paper, but without that part I can't upload it.

Warning: strong language, yaoi (not yet, but will come later on), shitty english, violence and AU!

Disclaimer: If I owned it then there would be a lot more Greece, Roman or history references in it. That's where I get my inspiration from XD

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Azure eyes: the first meeting.

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The first thing that crossed my mind when I saw him was; how can he laugh? In this situation, what was there to laugh about? After that other questions followed. How can he make others laugh? Where does he get that happiness from? The stories? The energy? He, with his indigo eyes that always twinkled, that messy, brown hair and that skinny body of his, who was he? Why would he be here? Believe? Love interest?

I snorted. Why would I care at all? He'll probably die within the next 24 hours. That happens, they come and the next day they're gone. I shouldn't care too much about it…..but then…what is this feeling? Why does my heart ache a little when I think about all the things that could happen to him? Why did it make my stomach twist in the most painful ways? Why does his smile melt my heart?

That boy….he wasn't human. Just a waste of breath….but if he is…then what am I who looks just like him?

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One of his colleagues gave him a signal. He nodded and put the gas mask on, then opened the tube and threw the little deadly can inside. Quickly closing it he waited as several seconds passed. Startled screams reached his ears as well as a faint hissing noise and soon enough coughs while poisonous gas slipped through the crevasses of the tube. His stomach twisted when he heard it slowly getting silent in the room below him. More blood was on his hands.

"Another fifty less of those things wasting our precious air." His colleague, a man in his late twenties, said. A small hum was his only reply.

They both looked up when a sorrowful cry filled the air. A woman was grabbing one of the bodies, which were dragged out of the room below them and put on a truck. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she screamed the man's name over and over again accompanied by small sentences like 'Don't leave me!' or 'Please wake up!', but it didn't matter. The man was already dead.

A loud gunshot startled him and he closed his eyes when he saw the woman go limp and fall on top of the man while a red spot grew on her back.

"Disgusting woman." His colleague grumbled. He heard the shuffling of clothing as the man turned to him while he still had his eyes closed. "Don't worry Kudo. You'll get used to it. The man said as he patted his shoulder twice before walking away.

Kudo wasn't meant as a real honorific like he was used to in his own country, Japan, but he was tired of the fact that the people here weren't able to say his given name, Shinichi, right. Three years ago his father decided to move from Japan to Germany, God knows why. A year after that the war broke out. Another year later he turned eighteen, meaning he had to fulfill his conscription. And so here he was, a man-no boy still- in a concentration camp.

"Hey Kudo! Want to watch the newbies at the main gate? I heard there would be another shipment today." His colleague, Lucas said. Shinichi took a last glance at the man and woman from before then followed Lucas.

Just as they arrived the gates opened and the newcomers were led inside. All of them were obviously confused and scared of what was going to happen. Shinichi watched as they were divided in two groups, left and right. The left group would immediately be brought to the gas chambers and contained mostly women and children while the right group containing most of the young and strong men would be brought to the barracks. Shinichi knew there was also a third group. If you were unlucky enough to be in it you would soon beg to be killed. That small group would be brought to scientists and they would have to undergo the most ridiculous and painful experiments. Most commonly was that the scientist put pigment in the test subject's eye to see if they would turn from brown to blue or they were sterilized in the most painful ways -and most of the time without sedation. Almost no one came out of the laboratories alive and those who did, suffered severe consequences.

Shinichi looked at the newcomers who were brought to the right side. He guessed that in a few days half of them would be dead, either from starvation, sickness or killed, some would wish they were dead and the rest would have given up on feeling anything.

He looked up when he heard screams behind him and saw how a soldier was beating up a prisoner. The prisoner wore, like every other prisoner here, a striped pajama with a number on his chest. His skinny arms were held defensively over his head while the soldier kicked him further in the mud.

Shinichi turned back to the newcomers who even in the chaos had noticed the little commotion. Their faces paled at the sight of the prisoner. Lack of food and hygiene made not only him, but all the other prisoners look like zombies. Skeletons with skin and no life left in their eyes.

Suddenly his eyes fell on a boy or man around his age. The boy had messy brown hair and his indigo eyes didn't look scared nor confused. He only looked worried at the prisoners working a few yards away and the newcomers who were brought to the left side. That boy knew exactly what was going on, what was going to happen and was only worried about other people? Shinichi thought

He sighed. The next few days will change that boy's mind.

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Days passed and without really knowing it Shinichi began to watch the boy. He always seemed to be cheerful. At first most people were shy and ignored him, but eventually they came to him. The boy would tell them stories about brave knights and beautiful maidens or joke around. In some weird way the whole camp became kind of….lively. Even through all the killing there was laughter. How? How could one person make such a difference?

A week passed since the arrival of the Story Teller, as most of the people in the camp called him. Shinichi sat on a chair with his feet on another one as he read a book.

"Do you know about the Story Teller?" he caught the question and though he didn't look up he strained his ears to hear the conversation two soldiers behind him had.

"The one with the messy hair and indigo eyes?" the other asked. Even though he didn't see it, he knew the first soldier nodded.

"He was telling stories again today."

"And?"

"To be honest I found myself listening and I couldn't believe it! His stories, even though they're fairy tales, the way he tells them makes them sound so real. Like they are actually true!" A hand was put on his shoulder making him unable to follow the rest of the conversation.

"Lucas." He said as he put the book away.

"We need to switch with the guards." Lucas said. He nodded and together they walked out of the building where the soldiers hung out if they had some free time. It was dark already, but they found their way easily to the barracks were the prisoners were kept. A small light inside one of the rickety buildings caught their attention. Carefully they looked through the crevasses of the wall. Inside the prisoners sat in a circle and listened to a boy on a stool.

"He's doing it again." Lucas grumbled.

"Who's doing what?" Shinichi asked.

"See that guy over there on the stool? He's that story teller guy everyone is talking about. They're all blabbing about how great his stories are. It's kind of pissing me off!" his colleague said through gritted teeth.

"-and as he was about to be smashed by the giant he jumped out of reach! The giant's fist split the earth sending small pieces of rock flying through the air! But it didn't scare our hero how strong-" the Story Teller was cut off as Lucas decided to step in. He shot three times with his gun and screams filled the barrack as everyone tried to crawl as far away as possible.

"Stop this bullshit already you pieces of shit!" He yelled. Shinichi looked at the three people who were shot one holding his bleeding arm, the other limped away while the third lay motionlessly on the ground. Then he scanned the rest of the barrack and stopped when his azure eyes met a pair of indigo ones. Just a second, but to him it felt like an eternity. He kept starring even though the eyes were long gone until Lucas snapped him out of it with a small 'Let's go.'. While walking to their post he threw one glance back to the barrack.

How would that stoy have ended? He thought.

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He leaned with his back against the wall accompanied with a relieved sigh. He loved this spot. It was completely silent here especially at night when most of the guards were asleep. Shinichi sat down with his back still against the back wall of the building. About ten feet in front of him was the double fence and behind it a forest. It was the only place he could be alone. Away from everything.

Closing his eyes he saw those happy faces again. When they told them they could take a shower the group of prisoners were overjoyed. But instead of a shower of water they got a shower of gas. Poisonous gas.

He sighed heavily and spent a few minutes without thinking about anything.

"Hi there~!" a cheerful voice snapped him out of the nothingness. He looked up, curious as to who had come to the place he thought only he came, then froze. Instincts kicking in he grabbed his gun and pointed it towards the one who had just spoken, a boy with indigo eyes.

"How the hell did you get here?" He asked coldly. The Story Teller took a step back and held his hands up defensively.

"Whoa there, take it easy." He said, a grin spreading on his face. "I just know how to get around unseen, that's all." A challenging look adorned his face.

"What are you doing here?" Shinichi asked unimpressed.

"Don't you want to hear the end of the story?"

"What?" Shinichi asked baffled.

"The story I was telling this evening. Don't you want to hear the end?"

What the? Was this guy crazy? If it would have been any other soldier he would've already been shot ten times. And right now Shinichi had all the right to shoot him as well. Actually he didn't have the right, he was supposed to shoot. But there was something nagging in his stomach that he shouldn't shoot this boy...and he was indeed interested in the end of the story.

"Don't give me that shit! You're not supposed to be here so get moving! Back to your barrack!" He yelled angrily. He cocked the gun to the side in a gesture that the prisoner had to get moving, but the other paid it no mind and continued to smile.

"You're interested, aren't you? Don't worry, I won't hurt you so you can put the gun down." Doubt filled Shinichi's mind. What was he going to do? There were three options. 1 shoot. 2 Bring the Teller back to his barrack (with force if necessary). 3 sit down and listen to the rest of the story.

Option 1 fought his mind heavily against. No way was he going to shoot an innocent human.

Option 2 sounded like a good idea. Neither of the parties would be losing or risking something.

Option 3 was where this was probably going to end. Ever since he was young his curiousity most of the time got the better of him and he was damn curious now.

With a surrendering sigh he sat down once again. With crossed legs and his gun in his lap he looked off guard, but when the Teller took a step forward the gun was immediately aiming for his head. "Not a step closer." He said coldly. The other shrugged before sitting down about three feet away. Then he began his story. A story about a princess who got kidnapped by a giant and taken to its lair. Then a brave prince came and saved the princess from the evil being. It was a children's story, but Shinichi enjoyed it and from the looks of it the Teller did too.

When more than an hour had passed Shinichi realised it was time to go back. "We're going back." He said and stood up.

The Teller blinked. "We are?"

That made him raise an eyebrow. "What? Do you think I'm going to leave you here? Sorry, but I don't want to find a hole under that fence tomorrow." He said.

The Teller snickered. "Yeah, guess so." Shinichi took a few steps forward and aimed his gun at the indigo eyed boy.

"Come on, get moving." He said, ignoring the pout on the other's face.

"Why do you point that gun at me if you're not going to shoot." The Teller asked, but turned around and walked back to his barrack anyway.

Shinichi followed a few steps behind him. "Because if you try something funny, I will shoot." The Teller snorted. "What?"

"Have you ever killed someone directly?" The boy stopped and turned his head around far enough for him to watch Shinichi from the corner of his eyes.

Shinichi looked straight in those eyes. "No." He said before nodding silently ordering the other to continue walking. A small smile cracked on the Teller's face before he moved on.

When they reached the barracks the Teller turned around one last time. "What's your name actually?" He asked.

Slightly taken aback Shinichi replied. "Shinichi. Shinichi Kudo."

A smile cracked the Teller's face. "Shinichi huh? Well goodnight then Shinichi~!" he said, then entered his barrack, leaving a baffled Shinichi behind. The guy had just spoken his given name right. No accent or anything. Well it shouldn't surprise him. The boy did seem to be from Japanese descent. But that made those questions rise again. Why was someone like him here? Who was he? What did he do wrong?

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Well? Was that better than the last one? I hope so, anyway please R&R!