The one who understood. (Katherine Star 2)
Howdy all! This is like a sequel to my other fanfic, Katherine Star, but it's not. It's just another idea(A better idea)I had with the same characters, (Mainly after reading the manga) It would help to have read the last one, but you don't have too have done. This is a completely different story for your enjoyment!
Set just after Faust beat Yoh in the preliminary round.
Summery: Kat Star is an elf, and she's a shaman, one starry night, she meets a dark stranger in the park, a stranger who just beat Yoh in his preliminary round. Faust VIII!
The stranger sat on the park bench, it was complete dark. Only the stars and the moon cast light on the lonely figure. He sat, staring at the play-park without seeing it. A slight breeze made the swings creek eerily. The stranger looked at the ground with sunken eyes. They had a mad glint about them. He was swaying, very slightly. The trees rustled there leaves, but the man didn't here the sound. He had scruffy blond hair, blue eyes, and a withered face, an echo of a man once tall and handsome, and now lost. He was skinny, and dressed in a long white coat and black trousers, his feet had heavy black boots, and his gloved hand was gently caressing the top of a human skull. He was humming a soft, maniacal tune.
The still silence of the park was shattered suddenly, as echoing footsteps could be heard. The man looked up. They were stiletto heels, worn by a woman with a confident step. "Eliza?" The man whispered. The morphine in his system often caused hallucinations of his sweet beloved, but the woman who rounded the corner was not the tall blond of his dreams, but a woman with only a similar shape to his wife. She had Eliza's curved body, but her face was longer and more elegant, her hair was long, and silver, tied up in a pony tail. Loose strands fell into her dark, warm brown eyes; she had full, blood red lips, and was wearing leather trousers, a black top, and high-heeled black boots. She wore a long black leather coat, and was walking towards him. The man gazed at her longingly, pictures of Eliza in his broken mind.
The woman looked over at him, and stopped. She stared a moment, then began to move towards him. "Are you alright?" She asked as she reached him, she stood less than a foot away. She had a sweet, musical voice. The man cast his gaze up to her eyes. "You look pale," The woman continued. The man still didn't speak. She frowned. "Is there someone I can call for you? A doctor maybe?"
"I am a doctor." Said the man wearily. He moved slightly so that the black case beside him could be seen. 'Doktor Faust VIII.' Was stamped across it in gold letters.
"Ok." Said the woman. She began to turn away,
"What's your name?" Faust asked her. She looked back.
"Kat, Kat Star." Faust stood up slowly; he didn't want to frighten her away. He was taller than her, by a whole foot. She didn't move.
"Will you come with me Miss Star?" Kat frowned.
"Why?" She asked.
"I want you to come with me."
"Where too?"
"My hotel room." Kat took a step back.
"Something's wrong." She said. "With you, I mean...have you ever considered a phycologist?" She asked.
"Come with me Kat,"
"Sorry Doctor, I have to be somewhere. You should get help." She said. She turned to walk away. Faust dug into his pocket and pulled out a cloth. He grabbed her arm and held it over her mouth and nose. Kat struggled a moment, then passed out.
Kat could feel something on her, no, wrapped around her. She groaned and moved slightly. Whatever it was, got tighter, so she stopped. Slowly, she opened her eyes. It took a moment for her vision to focus; she was looking up at a dirty ceiling. She frowned and looked round at what was holding her. It was Faust. He was holding her close to him, like she was some kind of rag doll. She had been stripped to her underwear, and only a thin blanket covered the two of them. They were lying on an old, tattered bed, in an old, run down room. The floor was littered with scraps of paper, needles, and old photographs of a tall blond woman with a curved figure. In some of them, Faust was with her, and Kat even spotted a wedding photo of Faust and this woman. On the wall hung a skeleton, chained up. At the far end of the room was a battered door hanging off its hinges slightly. Next to this, was a small stereo. On the floor by the bed, were Kat's cloths, discarded in a large, messy heap. Kat couldn't see the other side of the bed, but she presumed Faust had thrown his own cloths to the floor in a similar fashion. She could feel his bare legs against her. Kat frowned. He hadn't taken her for pleasure, that much she could feel, so why had he kidnapped her? She looked at his sleeping face. He looked tired, even when asleep. His thin lips were parted slightly; Kat could feel his breath on her forehead. His hair was more scruffy than usual. He looked more innocent too; maybe it was because she couldn't see his eyes. She wasn't afraid of him, she hadn't been before, and she wasn't now. She pitied him. She could feel something about him, something sad, tragic even. Kat gazed at the pretty woman in the wedding photo. Faust looked like another man, Kat frowned, whatever had destroyed him, Kat had the feeling it had something to do with the woman. She moved to turn on her side, and Faust woke up. "Lye still." He whispered.
"Who's that woman?" Kat asked pointing at the photo. Faust regarded it a moment, then pulled her closer to him.
"Eliza." He replied.
"Your wife? Won't she be angry if she finds out you kidnap woman and sleep with them?"
"Ask her." Said Faust closing his eyes again.
"What are you talking about?" She asked.
"She's right there." Faust indicated at the skeleton on the wall.
"That's Eliza?" Kat asked
"Yes." Said Faust. "Now be quiet, I'm trying to sleep."
"Why did you take me Faust?" Kat asked.
"I said be quiet." Said Faust again.
"And I asked you why you kidnapped me. You didn't want to have sex with me, because you haven't touched me, so why did you kidnap me?"
"Just be quiet."
"Not until you answer my question!" Faust closed his eyes again and didn't answer her. "Ok, so you're going to ignore me…I'll just have to make a guess…and you tell me if I'm right." She said. "You are lonely, you're scared, and you're lost without your wife's love and support. You miss her, and you feel that the happy world you lived in is gone forever. Your in pain, every day you wake and hate life, you wish it would all go back to the way it was. So you try everything you can to get rid of the pain, be it drugs, alcohol, keeping her remains close, or even kidnapping a girl who feels like Eliza so you can sleep better by pretending the girl is her? You've gone mad with it all, you'd do anything to find a way of resurrecting her, be it science, the dark arts, the Shaman Tournament, even taking another's life. But when you kill, you feel worse, because you look at yourself and realise you've become a monster. Is that it?" Faust opened his eyes again.
"How do you know about me?" he asked. "And how do you know about the Shaman tournament?"
"Well, I'm a participant; my oracle pager is in my bag, and as for knowing about you, Yoh Asakura told me everything about your match when he was in hospital." Faust sat up.
"You know Yoh Asakura?"
"Yeah, I grew up with him."
"But how do you know about my feelings? No one ever knows the truth, no one ever understands!"
"Because I'm and elf, I can sense feelings. Also, I've been there done that and worn the t-shirt! I know what it's like to be an outcast." Faust flopped back onto the bed; Kat ran delicate fingers through his messy hair. "You have my sympathy." She said. She gently dropped a kiss to his forehead. Faust sighed.
"Why me? What have I done to deserve this?" He asked.
"I don't know. Life's cruel sometimes, and yet, other times are a sweet wine." Faust looked up into her eyes.
"I'm glad I've found you." He said. "Usually the girl is screaming and begging me to let her go by now." Kat smiled slightly.
"I don't intend to scream. You're not as dangerous ad you seem." Faust caught her hand and held it to his lips.
"Thank you."
"For what?" Kat asked.
"Giving me a chance." Kat smiled.
"Any time." She replied.
"But I suppose you'll leave me too." He continued.
"I will have to go eventually, but I could come back sometime." Faust looked at her again.
"You would walk willingly into the home of A murderer?"
"You are not what you seem Faust."
"When were you an outcast?" Faust asked.
"Years ago." She said. "I'd rather not talk about it."
"Fine." Faust closed his eyes. "Be that way." He said.
"I have to go soon. DO you want me to come back some other time?" She asked. Faust opened his eyes.
"How do I know you'll come back if I let you leave?" He asked.
"A fair question." Kat said. She smiled. "I shall leave my guardian ghost here." She reached down beside the bed to her leather coat and pulled a small necklace from the pocket. "This is my shamanic focus." She dropped it into Faustus hand. "Keep it safe." Kat finished. She got out of bed. "I'll be back tomorrow night."
"What if you have a match before then?"
"Then I'll be beck before then, won't I." Faust smiled.
"Then I hope you have a match." He said. Kat slipped her trousers on, and picked up her top.
"Uh huh, and until then, no stalking girls!" Faust smiled.
"Why, will you be jealous?" He asked.
"Very." Kat replied.
"That's nice." Said Faust. Kat raised an eyebrow,
"If you say so…I will see you later." She kissed his check and made for the door. Faust waved her necklace in front of his eyes, watching it swing to and fro.
"Bye." He said.