Disclaimer: I…I…*cries* I do not own Weiss Kreuz or Gundam Wing or any anime! _
Author Notes: I started a new fic so I decided to try it out with a VERY short little preview. ^_^ It will have a couple of pairings, but I'll only be posting that after this first chapter. And yes, this will be a yaoi fan fiction (boy to boy relationships), so if you don't like that kind of thing then bugger off! Otherwise, enjoy!
Warning: Yes, this is yaoi. Yes, this might eventually get a little bit more to the lemon side. *hint hint* That is why it is rated R right now. Nyaa!
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Title – Caged in Souls
Prologue/Chapter 1 – Newfound Soul
The chilly nighttime air caressed his cheek. It only reminded him of the cold and bitter feeling he'd buried within himself. No. He just couldn't do this again. He couldn't commit himself to the eternal nightmare he'd been given. His fate was predestined; it was already determined. This fate locked him inside his own personal cage, and he would never get out. How much longer could he take this? How much longer could he stay as a slave to himself and death?
He hadn't always been this way. No, he had once been a young, cheerful boy who wanted nothing but soccer and friends to fill his days. Until it all shattered because of a single man who had abused him to the point of no return.
"Kase…" He whispered to himself as a reminder of his past. The name was like a curse on his lips. Like a curse that burned as it was breathed through his lips.
Kase had once been the man that he rested every ounce of his trust on. Ken needed Kase, and even if he wouldn't admit it, Kase needed Ken. Even though Ken had the misfortune of discovering this much too late. Kase actually relied on Ken more than either of them knew. His hate and dominance over the pro-soccer player kept him going. Their relationship eventually came to a bitter and miserable end. The end that brought the end of Kase's time in the land of the living, and the end of Ken's everything. They both died that day, but somehow Ken lived to tell the tale.
Only because of his dead lover had he been forced to become what most mortal men feared. Still, he was mortal. His kind always had been, and always would be. The job, passed along from unfortunate soul to the next. His very existence became cursed. Because of this curse every night became the same. He went from one vile man to the next while leaving his trail of blood behind.
How many years had it been now? It must have been all of two years. Two years that had felt like twenty. Two years since he'd watched his friend and lover die at his feet.
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"Kase…"
The man he barely recognized looked up at him with an ironic grin. "Ah…Ken. You really were better at everything than me…even better at murder."
"No…Kase…I didn't mean to! I didn't…" Ken's sobs broke out between whispered words. "I didn't…"
"Of course not. No one ever means to kill people." Kase laughed slightly, but his hatred shone beams against the chocolate brown eyes looking back. "I'll see you in Hell, Ken…I'll see you in Hell."
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Ken wiped his watering eyes. How true Kase had been. "I'll see you in Hell." His friend's prediction had been right. Ever since the ex-soccer player spent his nights taking the lives from the victims. It was never his choice though. Some of them had families. Some of them had lovers too, lovers that may grieve their deaths. Some of them had nothing. His job was to take away those who had misused their privilege of living and had used their life to bring nothing but pain. Ken couldn't have known that his predecessor was there to make sure Kase died and that he'd heard the dead man's last words. He couldn't have known that he would make them true……
Since that night Ken had become a bringer of death. Something like the western "Grim Reaper." However, here in Japan, he was commonly known as Shinigami. As a Shinigami how was he ever supposed to find any time for happiness or love? Somehow, he'd found luck at last. He found a spark that drew away the blacks, whites, and grays that the world had become. Ken found his soul.
Ken stood in the sterile, white washed room of the hospital his mission was set in. The room was clean and boring with no decoration except a vase of fake flowers on a bedside table. Two men sat in the room on the uncomfortable hospital chairs against the wall farthest from the door. One must have been no more than 16 or 17 with blonde hair and a soft smile as he slept peacefully. The young boy was leaning against another man, so Ken could only assume they had some sort of intimate relationship. The other that the genki blonde was leaning against was a tall man with the looks of a ladies' man. He too was asleep contently and somehow comfortable in those hard and cramped chairs. However, Ken paid them no attention. They were not who he was here for, and not nearly as captivating as who he could bring his eyes off of. His only focus was on the deathly pale man on the hospital with hair like blood, skin like ice, but with warmth like fire.
Ken stepped out of the cage he'd been locked in two long years ago and back into the familiar emotion. Could a person fall in love at first sight? More importantly, could a Shinigami with as much blood on his hands as he had ever fall in love again? It must be true, since Ken could already feel himself falling.
~TBC~
Alright! I was working on die Sonne scheint, my other fan fiction, but I really felt like getting a bit angsty. I'm also actually working on that right now, too! I'm really just testing this idea out. It actually came from many Gundam Wing fan fictions where Duo always plays Shinigami. I probably could have had Aya/Ran play that part, but I just thought Ken fit in there. I'll make it work! I really will! *pose* I could use some ideas though! ^_^; Reviews are always appreciated.
