She Is The Reason Why

by Rittie

What if Vector had a little sister? What if her death was the reason why he had decided to attack Nasch's kingdom and kill Merag? Would it have made a difference? pre-canon mostly, with hints of post-canon at the end. Vector-centric, mentions of Nasch and Merag, implied/actual character death, no pairings. M to be safe, through I don't think that the violence is too graphic.

So this is a nice headcanon of mine. Basically, a 'what if' drabble... warning, you might feel sad while reading this little ficlet of mine, so I suggest being careful while doing so.

She Is The Reason Why

"Guards." the king spoke calmly. "Where is my sister? She was supposed to have returned from her walk hours ago."

The guards looked at each other, clearly debating something, until one stepped forward in fright.

"M-my lord... your sister..."

"Yes, what about Elizabeth?" the king, Vector, asked, a sense of dread washing over his being. Was she.. ? No, that couldn't be ... right? No, they would have told him by now if that were the case, right!? "Where is my sister, you pathetic fool!?"

"She's d-dead... I'm so-rry..." the guard gasped out.

Vector stared at him, his look of grief slowly changing into a crazed look, full of hate, revenge and thirst for blood.

"Who did it?"

His question spread through the silent throne room as the guards slowly stepped back, realizing that their king might have gone insane as he tried to conceal his grief over his sister's passing...

"WHO DID IT!? TELL ME RIGHT NOW!" Vector roared as the same guard, now shaking, spoke up.

"W-we b-believe that it was on-one of the K-Knights of k-king N-Nasch, sire."

Their king stared at him before picking up the sword that was beside him and throwing him at the guard, causing the others around him to scramble as he hit the floor, clearly dead as the blood trickled out of his wound and onto the ground.

"You." the now crazed king spoke to another guard. "Make sure to find her body - if they left anything at all - so that we can prepare a proper funeral."

The guard yelped in fright, jumping over the body of his fallen comrade as he did, hurrying to get out of shooting range as soon as possible.

"So, dear Nasch wants war, eh?" Vector mumbled into his chin as a mysterious darkness started to form around him. "Well, if it's a war he wants, a war he will get! Along with his sister's head on a silver platter!"

The rest was history, history that they would have liked to forget in the present day as Vector doodled his sister's face while in class with Yuma and the rest of them...

What did you think? Thanks for reading! :)