Weiß Kreuz and characters belongs to me not.

Lovechild: Mother



Mother was not smiling today. She was crying. We buried father today. He had passed away. His body, stiff and pale, we put inside a wooden casket, in his only tuxedo, and we slipped a white rose-bud into his pocket.

Mother said he looked very handsome, just like when they got married twelve years ago. I told her I could not remember how he looked like then. I was not yet born. She laughed bitterly and told me, "Look at yourself ten years from now, and you will see him."

I told mother that I loved her, and I loved father too. And she embraced me in her arms while they buried father six feet under. And we put a bouquet of white roses upon his mound.



Mother was not smiling today. She was crying. We had buried father long ago, but she still cried for him. She would sit at the piano, looking at his photograph. And then she would imagine that he was still there. I know he was there because I saw father in her mind. And the three of them; father, mother, and me, were dancing like last Christmas party.

I came to her and asked if she wanted to see father again. She said she wanted to, but she still had to take care of me. I was the only one left from her beloved husband. And she would treasure me and put me in her care until I be a person my father used to be.

I asked again if she'd leave when I could take care of myself. She said perhaps someday, someway, she would. But not today, because she said that I would cry when she left. And she didn't want to see me cry. She said let the tears be hers and hers only.

I told her I only wanted to see her smiling again. She looked back at me and shed another tear. And then she pulled me into a deep embrace, while outside the rain was pouring on my father's grave.


Mother was not smiling today. She was still crying. A man came the other day and he wanted to take me away. I never knew the man, but I heard mother called him father. He said I was to be his heir.

Grandfather did not approve my parent's marriage. He was a noble man, rich and blue blooded. And father seemed to be a no one for him. I did not understand why wealth was so important to him. Was money everything in this world?

But then he was already old and he was near his death. And he needed an heir, and I was the only one he had. He would not let his resources fell into someone who was not his own flesh and blood. He wanted to take me away, because father had gone.

I told mother I would go with him so she could meet father. But she slapped my face and the sting burned deep into my flesh. But I was not angry. I only wanted to see her not pretending to be happy anymore. I wanted her to smile sincerely once again. And I wanted to do the impossible possible. I wanted her to see the person she loved most. I wanted her to see father.



Mother was not crying today. She was smiling. She would meet father this day. She would be very happy. I know.

We went shopping together and we were about to cross the road when I noticed a car was speeding to our direction. Pretending that I didn't see the car I let my leg swing and I crossed the road. Mother stepped forward and she pushed me away from the lane.
The car hit her and I saw her body flew to the air and it landed on the grey asphalt surface. She was on the brim of her death and I knew she would be leaving soon. But I know mother would be very happy.

So I walked to her and sat by her side. I could hear the sirens came into higher frequency. I held her head in my arm and looked into her deep eyes. She didn't look hurt at all. And I could see a thin smile on her lips as she said her last words. She said she was glad that I was saved. She was sorry she couldn't help me grow up, but she promised she would look after me from afar with father.

I told her I would be all right and she could go. Grandfather would take care of me and she needed not to worry. And I kissed her cheek for one last time and she closed her eyes. Her face looked peaceful and her smile curled on her thin lips. I knew it would last for ever.



I was not smiling today. I was crying. We buried mother today. I killed her.

- ende -

Thanks for reading this very short piece.... If you don't get who the person was, it's Schuldig. My version of Schuldig, of course..... It's the start where his life fell apart. If you read the fragment of My Family, you'll see some points about Schuldig remembering someone called "Lovechild" ... I intended to write straight to the point where that part began... but somehow I wrote this one instead. Yay!

Oh, I have to say sorry that I have to abandon my ficcies and I just can't write much lately..... I'm on a Praxis now... and I have to put my PC at the office... and there's tons of things to there and I just hardly had time to do what I'm doing now (typing a ficcie in the middle of working as a drafter!!) .... what a lazy bum!!!