A/N: This is my first attempt at a love triangle period. Let alone anything implying yuri, though I am not new to incestuous writing. I have tried my hand at that once or twice, but don't get me wrong. Its not like I have sex with my parents! O.o; that was a weird way to introduce my story, forgive me. Don't let the title fool you. And enjoy.
Warning: This FF 2 story will contain hints of yuri and incest. Plus spoilers for those who haven't played the game, so please. If you are uncomfortable with the warnings above, leave. Because flames from your own stupidity will not be tolerated from me:cracks knuckles:
Summary: Set before the second game, showing the in-depth look at Yae and Sae's relationship before the ritual. And what part Itsuki played in their lives before the tragic events to come occurred. Hints of yuri and incest. Yae x Sae x Itsuki triangle
Don't Cry My Vampire
Chapter#1 dark sides of the moon
Yae. Did you ever notice? I did . . . When Itsuki and Mutsuki visited us all those times. Their eyes wandered your body. It wasn't something I was familiar with, I was somewhat jealous I'll admit. I've always been envious of you though. Though we are twins, and bare the same extracts of likeness. We have our distinct differences. I have flaws that I positively scorn. And ironically enough you appear to have none. Dearest sister . . . why is that? What makes you the essence of perfection? Is that even fair to those as plain and worthless as me!
But I forgive you nonetheless, Yae. Through thick and thin you are my strength, the foundation to my weak spirit. That's why I cannot be without you in my life. I would be a prisoner to me own loneliness. A ghost that would be sentenced to haunt the hallways at night. I am nothing without you as my sister, and I could not imagine what I would do if you were born in my place. The eldest twin, fated to be the sacrificial of the two birthed. If I were in your place. I would be lost in turmoil as my hands clamped upon your neck,
But I am not sure whether I believe in the promises of the scriptures. Thou shall become as one, the two chosen children. To heaven, on the wings of the butterfly. It sounds too, paradox to be existent, but I am fearful of what is to come when 'our' turn comes. And it will one day, whether Itsuki and Mutsuki are before us. Its inevitable, unless either of us bare twins before that day's arrival. Sigh. I doubt we will be old enough to have children by then, but then why subject our children to our cruel fate? It wouldn't be fair Yae!
So that's why . . . I want this. When it becomes our turn, I'll fall into death's widths if only you'll assist me in my journey sister. I'll forgive you, no matter what Yae.
Sae,
The lone shadow closed the worn diary, the brace becoming thin and chaffy, nearly pointless as it no longer served its purpose. Her dark mahogany eyes paling as her lamp flickered amber sparks, porcelain flesh shown dimly as she churned the lantern so the flames dissipated, leaving behind the eerie hissing of the gas in the metallic chambers.
Sliding the booklet beneath her futon, glancing over at her sister's sleeping form. Tucked tightly in the sheets, an arm extended out from her blanket. The young shrine maiden couldn't help but smile at her sister's unearthly sleeping positions. A dried patch of fabric on her pillow collecting saliva that had dripped from Yae's mouth. Raven bangs hanging over her closed eyes,
"Sweet dreams dear sister." Came a quiet whisper from the elder twin, as she gently stroked her duplicate's warm cheek. I wish you nothing less, the sifting of silk loomed in the dark bedchamber as Sae slid into her side of the futon. Draping the covers over her small frame,
In the wakes of the morning, there was a repeated chiming. Itsuki's eyes slowly drifted open tiredly, knowing what that frantic jingling signaled. After all, he had given her that bell as a gift a few months ago. Whether that was a mistake or not he had yet to find out. Hopefully it will one day fulfill its purpose and not continue to wake him at all hours of the night, Chitose. He had always been curious as to why she'd be so fearful without his presence. But nonetheless he loved her unconditionally,
And if it meant getting up when his bones still ached for lack of sleep, we would. Because one day it may save her life.
Chitose was premature, and from that she became rather fragile and her eye site wasn't so good either. So their mother assigned him to keep watch other her. So he did. Her guardian angel cradling her softly as she slept, his chosen fate to keep a protecting watch over her as she grew. And even now his job sustained, groaning inwardly as he shifted into a standing stance. "I'm coming," he spoke in between a heavy yawn.
The brunette tightened his gray yogi, as he continued down the hallway. The thumping of his feet joined rhythmically in a chorus with the jangling of the bell. The corridors were dark and vast. Seeing at this time was out of the question, but since this was a routine he had become accustomed to feeling the walls and following the calls of the hollow object.
But he wasn't directed to her room, he raised a suspicious eye brow at the open toshouji. Glancing inside for his imouto's chamber, her futon was untouched. Sheets still folded over the mat, she was not there. "Chitose, come here. Its Itsuki," The chiming had stopped quite sometime ago. And with no reply he became rather antsy,
"Brother . . . " Came a fatigue voice, turning to meet his twin. "Why are you up so early?"
"Its Chitose again, she has been putting that bell I gave her to use." Pacing in a circular motion, waiting for that reassuring sound. And sure enough it came, . . . ding ding . . . He knew where it came from right then. Both eyes landed on the nando. Slowly sliding the door open, revealing the impaling darkness within. A small bundle fell as the slider gave full access to the small space. The bundle was no cloth or doll. "Chitose!" Grappling her protectively to his chest. She felt limp in his arms, but her shallow breathing brought both twins ease.
"What was she doing in there?" Mutsuki ponders audibly as he smoothed through her sable layers.
"I haven't the slightest idea." Frowning as would a concerned father, wrapping her tighter in his embrace. "She seems to have fallen asleep though, we'll save are question for the morning." Lifting her up against his night shirt, carrying her in the direction of her room.
"Wait," Mutsuki's eyes meeting with the identical ones of his brother as he ceased motion. "Perhaps it would be better if she stayed with us brother, she might awaken and wander off again if she's alone." The elder twin suggested,
"True, but it will be little stuffed in the futon tonight." A smile quirked in his features.
Mutsuki sarcastically sighed as they headed back into their own bedroom.
Chitose, Mutsuki and Itsuki are scheduled to visit today. I'm not sure whether I am happy about it, but I will try my best to appear happy upon their arrival. The reason I say this is because my heart aches when I see him. I never claim to know everything but I am mature enough to recognize signs of affection when it shows. Itsuki loves my sister, I know he does. And he doesn't even bother hiding it either,
Why do I think he loves my twin, you ask? Well, he treats us differently. I am the girl he treats as one of his male friends, nothing special or affectionate. But Yae, his eyes hold so much tenderness for her. He treats her like a lady, a beautiful damsel. Hah. Ridiculous that I squander over such things, I should be ashamed of myself. After all, I love my sister. I could never despise my flesh and blood over this rubbish.
But still . . . why must my heart flicker over Itsuki when I know he sees me as just a comrade, not a companion or mate. I am disappointed over that but, I will always have Mutsuki as a choice. They are twins after all, but he and I share something very sacred. We are the crimson butterfly. We will become the link to bond our siblings with us for all of eternity. Maybe when time has passed, we will all be together as we ascend on the wings of the butterfly . . . to heaven . . . I would be content knowing we will all share the same destination in the end. Even if our time in mortal flesh wears thin,
But it is not always like that, a few years ago. There were child twins that had performed the ritual, Azumi and Akane Kiryu. Azumi beared the same fate as Mutsuki and I, the sacrificial twin. The eldest. As planned their time had come and executed the strangling ritual. Where the younger twin wraps his or her hands around the soft flesh of the throat and hold tightly until it is finished, a crimson butterfly is to appear from the red marking of the neck.
The priest toss the lifeless body into the and watch as the crimson butterfly rises. However, though the ritual did commence. Not everything happened as it should, afterwards. Yoshitastsu Kiryu, well skilled with crafting dolls. He had taken notice to his daughter's morbid remorse over the whole sacrifice. The loss of her sister was too much she even refused to speak let alone eat,
Soon after that he had decided to make a doll especially for Akane, one that was a flawless duplicate of Azumi. However, the events after that were bitter and horrid. The doll became possessed with Azumi's tainted spirit. And began to control Akane, lord Kiryu suspected this and tried to dispose of the doll. But before he could toss it into the Akane -still influenced by Azumi- killed her father, than dying herself after the doll drained away all the life energy she had left. After that, the were rumors that my father had restrained the doll and tossed its malicious entity into the long before any more chaos occurred.
That had haunted me for the longest of time. If that was possible, what if something goes wrong with our turn? I'm so terrified, but no. . . Yae is different, she won't ruin this for us. I am thinking non sense. Sigh. We'll be okay, on that day our souls will bind and we will become as one and stay together... forever
Sae,
A/N: Short chapter but I hope people will give it a chance and sees where this could possibly lead. I promise next chapter will be more on the plot than this one, after all this was just my introduction. And also, if anyone wants to here the song "Don't Cry my Vampire" to get a beeter feel to this chapter please E-mail me, and I'll send you the Media Player file. R&R Please!