Rebellion Chapter 1: Rebel 1, a blazblue fanfic

Everything was blue.

Deep blue—like the ocean, like the sky.

And this strange feeling—lingering inside this fragile soul.

I cannot name it.

With the red thread twirling—tied on our fingers,

This endless story was told.

You see, the infinite world shattered—and its pieces pierced through the air.

One of the pieces was here, dancing in our palms.

It is the one who rebels.

The one who strayed out of the loop—the wheel of infinity.

That girl stood before me—emitting dark presence around her.

She walked, passed my numb body.

"Nii-san…finally. We can be together…"

I ordered my body to get up, but it pains very much.

"Stop—stop it…"

She walked towards my brother—who was bleeding and wounded terribly.

He gasped—panted, but unable to even shove that girl away from him.

"You…bitch…" he growled, "Get…the fuck…off…!"

The girl giggled—with an eerie glitter on her eyes.

She took him away, and laughed like crazy.

Then—right in front of my eyes, she stabbed my brother.

Over and over again.

I screamed—roared—but she won't stop.

"UARRGHH!"

"BITCH!" I jumped towards them—enraged, "STOP DOING THAT TO MY BROTHER!"

The white-haired man breathed heavily—threw his fading gaze to me.

"…Jin…"

Before I even realized that he was dead, everything went dark—

—and red.

"…AAAHHHHH! GUHHH!"

"W—what the fuck?"

I gasped—with my eyes wide open.

The same man was standing at my bedside.

"The hell, Jin?" he exclaimed—looked very shocked, "Why the hell are you screaming like that?"

I tried to control my breath, trying to catch the situation.

"Nii-san…" I whispered, "It's just a nightmare."

"…a scary one, huh?" he mumbled—shook his head, "This is the third time you had a nightmare, to be precise. You could score a damn hattrick."

I kept silent—and my brother looked perplexed by my condition.

"Are you okay?" he asked—with somewhat a worried expression around his face.

"I'm fine. It's just a dream. It's not a big deal," I muttered—jumped off from the bed.

"Having a bad dream for three times in a row? Sounds like you're not okay to me," Nii-san grumbled, grabbing my stiff shoulders, "Why don't you get a friggin' psychotherapy or somethin'?"

"I told you, I'm fine," I replied—shoved his hands off, "It's like…I was forced to see your disgusting face for three times in my nightmares."

"Oh, what the fuck," he groaned, "Whatever. Just throw yourself to bath and get some breakfast."

"Anyways, Nii-san," I asked in curiosity, "What's for the breakfast today?"

My brother grinned widely—with a mischievous laugh, "You're so lucky today. It's meatbuns and meat dishes this morning."

I moaned in anguish, "…oh, man…"

"Admit it, Jin. At least, my cooking's a lot better than Vermillion's," he chuckled, "C'mon, lazy bum. Get yourself a damn shower."

I kept moaning while walking to the bathroom—and I heard someone screamed downstairs.

"Ra—Ragna-san! I burned the toast!" screamed a girl's voice—panicking.

My brother jumped to the stairs, roared madly.

"What the fuck are you doing, Vermillion! I ain't orderin' ya to ruin the breakfast!"

"I—I'm sorry!"

I took a sigh, then entered the bathroom.

An image of myself reflected on a mirror.

When I looked at my own reflection, I felt something cold running down my spine.

I don't understand.

Those deep, emerald eyes—possessed something dark and scary inside.

Suddenly, my stomach growled—something repulsive rammed inside me.

Unable to resist the nausea, I began to throw up.

"The hell…" I groaned—gasping heavily.

Why does it feel so different?

I just…can't understand anything anymore.

"You're late, Nii-sama. This is unusual," a redheaded girl asked—pouring milk into cups.

"Are you feeling sick?" asked a blonde girl—cautiously.

The moment I looked to her green eyes, something weird crept from behind my back.

"T—that face!" I mumbled.

Her face—is similar to that strange, ghastly girl in my bad dreams.

Is it just a coincidence? Or something?

The girls stared at me—confused.

"Ummm…Kisaragi-senpai? What's wrong with my face?" the blonde stammered.

I shook my head, "No, it's nothing. Let's get some breakfast."

"Yes, please do. Let's get the buns while they're still hot, Noel."

"Meatbuns! Sausages! Bacons!" screamed a girl with cat ears and tails, jumped to the meal with amazing zest.

"Be careful when you guys are eating!" Nii-san exclaimed, "Don't choke yourselves up, you guys hafta go to your schools after breakfast, got it?"

"Y—yes!" replied Noel Vermillion—the blonde haired girl, holding her chopsticks clumsily.

"Thanks for the meal," said a gentle redheaded girl, taking a bowl of cooked white rice and a sunny-side up.

"Hmmmm! It's good! Ragunya is a good chef!" the cat-eared girl squealed cheerfully—munching her breakfast, "Tao is very very happy, nya!"

"Eat up quickly and we all can go to school, okay?" Nii-san groaned—not pleased with all the compliments, "Yayoi-san, maybe you're in charge for the dinner. I'll be late for today."

"Why, of course, Ragna-san," the redhead replied, politely, "Maybe I have to go shopping with Tao and Noel after school."

"Good idea, Tsubaki!" Noel smiled, "I can help you to pick good ingredients for the dinner!"

"Nah, I'll pass that idea…" Nii-san mumbled—his face looked heavy, "You can accompany Yayoi-san for shopping, but NOT PICKING THE INGREDIENTS."

Noel pouted—while Tao patted her head.

"There, there, Noel-chan…" Tsubaki giggled, "I can make your favorite for the dinner. What do you like?"

The blonde girl seemed to be brightened a bit, "Really? I loooove you, Tsubaki!"

"Tao wants tuna!" Taokaka—the cat girl cheered, "Tao wants munchy tuna!"

"Then, how about you, Nii-sama?" Tsubaki asked—with blushed cheeks.

I kept silent—stared at my brother's heterochromic eyes.

"…Kisaragi-senpai?" Noel asked—her face looked confused.

"A—are you okay, Nii-sama?" Tsubaki followed Noel, she seemed worried.

"I—I'm fine. I just…spaced out for a bit," I replied, "I'm fine with anything…"

"C'mon, fellas! Your time is up! We gotta go to the train station or we all gonna be late for school!" Nii-san exclaimed—suddenly.

"Please help me to clean the table, Noel," said Tsubaki—finishing her last bite.

"O—okay!"

I went spacing out again—looking lazily at the window.

Then, a bump hit my head—and a sigh was heard.

"Really, Jin," Nii-san mumbled—bumped my head with a newspaper, "It seems you're still dreaming."

I shoved the newspaper from my head, letting out a grumble.

"Shut up."

The image of my Nii-san, a mysterious girl, and my own self keeps rolling inside my mind.

It was the dream I saw earlier this morning.

In that dream, Nii-san was bleeding horribly, the girl laughed maniacally, and I was just standing there—unable to do anything.

That girl…she seems familiar to me.

However, whenever I tried to remember the events of that bloody nightmare, I can't recall anything at all.

I feel like, I have experienced those terrible events before—but I don't know when, and where.

Is it something like déjà vu?

Suddenly, a pain struck through my head.

I moaned—clenched my arms, gritted my teeth.

"Kisaragi-kun, are you okay?"

I raised my head—a teacher was standing in front of me, looked worried of my condition.

"You look pale—and you're breathing hardly. Are you feeling unwell?" she asked again.

"Nii-sama, I think it would be best for you if you head home now. Or at least, go to the clinic," said Tsubaki, who sat beside me.

I sighed, "Yes. If you'll excuse me."

"Please, take care, Kisaragi-kun. Be careful," said the teacher.

I walked to the school clinic—limped slowly, due to the intense headache.

"Oh, my. We got a patient early today," the school nurse greeted me—with a smile on her face, "What is your problem, mister?"

"My…head…" I mumbled—unable to see her face clearly.

"I think you're in a really bad shape. Please lie here," she said.

I bumped to a bed, took a heavy breath.

"Jin Kisaragi-kun, from third year, if I'm not mistaken?" the nurse asked—curiously, "You're that student council president, right?"

I nodded—still pained by the headache.

"And I've never seen you before," I mumbled, "Are you a new nurse for the school clinic?"

"Yes," she smiled, "I am Litchi Faye-Ling. I'm a new doctor, replacing the former nurse. Anyways, may I start the examination?"

I replied to her question with a groan—while the pain from my head won't stop nagging me.

"Kisaragi-kun, I'm afraid you're suffering exhaustion. You need well nutrition and a well deserved rest," she said—after finishing her examination, "Tell me, for how long you haven't get yourself a sleep? And you're not eating really well, I presume?"

I rose from the bed, scratched my head, "…About four days. I sleep for few minutes only—in four days."

The nurse adjusted her glasses, "My. That's not good. You need some rest too. Remember, your health is the most important thing over your works."

"I know, Sensei," I mumbled, "It's just…I can't sleep because—because I had nightmares for three times in a row."

"And your meals? You're lacking energy now, because you haven't eaten well, Kisaragi-kun."

I groaned again, "I threw everything up—whatever I put inside my mouth, lately."

"Listen," she spoke, "I don't know what are you having through your life, but you need to maintain a good health, no matter what."

"It's all because of those nightmares," I replied, "It makes me feel bad all the time. I can't think straight—I can't sleep, I lost my appetite…"

"Maybe I can help you," Litchi-sensei smiled widely—and took a small purse from her cabinet, "You see this little sweetie? This is a pot-pourri. If you put this under your pillow, you won't get a nightmare—and you will be able to enjoy a good night sleep."

I snorted, "Hah, silly."

The spectacled nurse pouted a bit, "Kisaragi-kun, I'm serious. Just try this, and you won't be sorry."

She took my hands, and put the purse on my palms.

"There. Now, I suggest you to go home. You don't need to force yourself in school activities. Remember to eat well, too. Please have a good rest, okay?"

I nodded—still feeling unwell.

"Yes, thank you—Litchi-sensei."

I was standing—right behind the yellow line at the station, waiting for the train.

The immense headache won't go away—and I'm getting irritated of it at this point.

"This sucks…" I moaned.

The images of those weird events won't go away from my mind—keeps twirling and spinning like crazy.

My brother wore red clothes—bleeding all over the place.

That mysterious girl in white, stabbing my brother over and over again.

Then, she threw herself and my brother into a large cauldron.

I can't understand it.

Is it my other life?

Is it the other life I lived before?

The more I think of it, my head really hurts.

"This is outstanding, Hero-san."

I turned my head—looking for the voice.

A young girl—wore black, frilly dress, stood behind me.

Her hair was golden, long, and silky.

She held an umbrella, smirked at me enigmatically.

"I wasn't expecting you to be like this in this world," she said—chuckled a little, "You're completely different than your other selves in the other worlds."

I furrowed my eyebrows—confused by her speech, "You're talking to me? What do you mean, little girl?"

The girl in black stared at me—her ruby eyes pierced through my deepest core.

"My, it seems you cannot remember anything about the loop," she chuckled, "Although, it's not surprising at all. This world is a stray piece. The one who rebels."

"What are you talking about?" I began to lose my temper, "Have you lost your mind?"

"Have you experienced your nightmare, Hero-san? How does it feel?" asked her—with somewhat a cold tone.

"H—how do you know—"

"Of course, I know," she twirled her hair with her fingers, "Your dreams are the fragments of your memories—when you live your life as that Jin=Kisaragi."

I was shunned—broke in cold sweat.

The girl giggled—her expression turned excited.

"In other worlds, your relationships with those people—in this world, are very different. Especially, with your brother—Ragna," said her, "Your personality differs here, too. This makes me deeply interested in this world very much."

"What are you talking about?" I muttered.

"Oh, I'm talking about nonsense," she spoke—calmly, "The alteration of this world is very massive, indeed. The existence of Imperator, the Murakumo units, and your little sister is gone. Noel Vermillion is just a normal girl—normal human being. The Grimoires aren't here too. And the setting…it's completely different from the world you lived. However, I can see that your feelings towards your brother remain unchanged…"

I gulped—starting to feel annoyed by the girl's chatter.

"Even without Yukianesa warping your sanity, your attraction towards Ragna isn't altered. How interesting," she chuckled.

"The hell are you talking about? Get lost," I growled—gazed sharply at her.

Even so, the young girl kept unfettered by my intimidation, and she smiled mysteriously.

"Well, because this world is totally differs from the true world, I just hope that you won't meet the same end as your other lives have. I really, really expect a different result too. Oh, isn't that the train that will take you home?"

Not long before she pointed the railway, a train passed.

"We will meet again, Jin Kisaragi. In this—or another world. And before I forget to introduce myself, I'm Rachel=Alucard. Pleased to meet you."

"Wait—"

Before I finished my sentence, she walked to crowds and vanished.

Few hours after my arrival at home, my brother came to my room.

I was lying on the bed—with my body stiff and wet from sweating.

"Goddamn, Jin! You're home already?" he stuttered, "And you're sweating like hell! What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I replied, "Just got a cold."

"Bad lies, bro," he growled, "Look at yourself, you're freakin' pale! And you're broke in cold sweat!"

"And you're weird too," I countered, "You said that you're going home late. Isn't this too early for your 'late' standards?"

"Well, I dunno that my class was cancelled by the damn professor. C'mon, Yayoi was just finished cooking the dinner for us all. Let's go downstairs."

"…not coming…" I mumbled—covered my face with a pillow.

"Jin, for hell's sake, get yourself a bite."

"I said, I'm not coming. Go away. Get lost."

Nii-san growled, then slammed the door.

I heard his conversation with the others—almost quietly.

"He's not comin'…" Nii-san said, "I guess, I'm gonna force-feed him after this."

"Oh, Ragna-san, please, don't push Nii-sama too hard," Tsubaki said—worried, "I'll convince him to eat a little."

"Whoa, hold it right there, miss. He's my friggin' brother—and I'm the one who supposed to convince him. You don't have to be worried about that shithead."

Then, Noel's voice spoke, "Ummm…how about giving Kisaragi-senpai a bowl of porridge? Maybe he can't eat heavy meals, since he's feeling unwell today…"

"Yes, that is correct, Noel. After dinner, I'll cook some porridge for him," Tsubaki cheerfully replied.

"Fish porridge! Fish porridge, nya!" Taokaka's energetic voice roared.

"Well, I'd like to let you girls do that—but, look at the damn time. It's getting late, and you all should go home in instant," Nii-san's heavy voice spoke, "I'll get him one. You don't have to worry, Yayoi-san."

"Geez, that's not good," Noel moaned.

After few minutes of chatter and conversations, I heard the sound of plates clatter—they've must be cleaning the table—and the girls went to their homes.

"Okay, ladies. Be careful!" Nii-san's shout was flying through the air.

I rolled over the bed, covering my entire body with a blanket.

Seconds later, I heard noises came from outside—it seems my brother was using the kitchen.

So he really did preparing some food for me.

I ignored the noise, and pressed the pillow on my face.

Before I fell asleep, the door slammed open.

Nii-san appeared, with a bowl of porridge.

"Get yourself a damn dinner," he mumbled—his face turned serious, "Eat, or I'll kill you."

"You don't have to worry about this shithead," I replied.

He gritted his teeth, "The fuck, Jin. Eat."

Nii-san pushed the bowl in front of my face—his glare was intense.

I snorted a little, "Hmph. It's weird, to know that you really care about me."

"You're the weirdo," he countered, "Just shut the hell up and eat."

I let out a sigh, and put the porridge inside my mouth.

Strangely, I felt something…nostalgic.

Something—it was long gone, but I know those feelings.

It was warm—rumbling inside my chest.

Then, at the same time—something disgusting accumulated.

Something repulsive, poisonous—severed my body.

Unable to resist, I threw up all the food inside.

Nii-san was completely shocked—he jumped, shouted.

"Jin! What's wrong?"

I gasped—with my teary eyes, I looked at my brother's face.

An image of three children, sleeping under a tree.

A young boy—feeding his younger brother and sister with a bowl of porridge.

Their jade eyes—they all look familiar.

Then, the young boy caresses his younger sister's head—smiled kindly to her.

I saw the other sibling—who was forgotten, alone.

He didn't get a gentle caress from his brother.

He didn't get any attention from his brother.

Every love, every kindness, everything—was poured down for his sister.

For his sister only.

He didn't receive anything.

And it was painful.

"NO!" I roared—emotionally, "GET OFF!"

That time, I realized—that my brother never really cared about me.

He only cares about that bitch—that little bitch.

That little bitch—who stole everything from me.

"Jin—the hell is wrong with you?" Nii-san exclaimed—trying to held my hysterical rampage.

I don't understand.

I don't know.

However, the intense hatred is now exploding from inside my heart.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARE ABOUT ME! YOU—YOU JUST TAKE CARE OF THAT BITCH!" I screamed—my eyes were fogged.

"What the hell are you furious about?" Nii-san countered, held my wrists.

"NII-SAN—YOU CAN JUST TAKE CARE OF SAYA!"

I gasped.

That name.

I don't even know that name—but I blurted that thing up.

Where did I know that name before?

Nii-san stared at me, his gaze was somewhat melancholic.

"Hell," he mumbled, took a sip from the porridge bowl.

Suddenly, he lifted my face—and pressed his lips to mine.

I struggled, trying to get away.

"Nii…nnnn!"

He held me too tightly—and I felt some of the porridge through my mouth.

I managed to shove him, and I gulped—panted, "W—what are you doing?"

Nii-san stared back at me, "You're the one who ask this for yourself, dammit."

My face was flushed—I can feel the heat rushed through my skin.

"Now, eat the fucking porridge," Nii-san grumbled—annoyed, "If you won't eat it, then I'll force you to—with the same way like that."

The girl in black's voice rang through my mind—clear as a bell's toll.

"Even without Yukianesa warping your sanity, your attraction towards Ragna isn't altered. How interesting."

I jumped out of the bed, covering my whole body with my blanket.

I shook my head—shaking, sweating in terror.

"N—no…this is disgusting…" I stammered, "This is—repulsive!"

"I can see that your feelings towards your brother remain unchanged…"

"Jin, what the heck—"

"NO!" I screamed—instilled with fear, "I DON'T WANT THIS!"

These feelings—that crept through my heart, it's disgusting.

These feelings—attraction, towards my brother?

Instead of attraction, it feels like…obsession.

Something scary, horrible.

A nightmare.

To have a feeling like this towards my brother…it's just so wrong.

"Jin. The fuck."

Before I realized anything, Nii-san grabbed my shoulders—and pulled me inside his arms.

I was stunned—and couldn't even breathe.

"Stop spewing bullshits and go get yourself some rest," he murmured, "If I'm bothering you, then I'll out."

"No," I gulped—reaching for his back, grabbed his shirt tightly, "Don't leave me, Nii-san."

Don't ever leave me alone, again.

Nii-san took a deep sigh, "Really. You're a super-needy brother, huh."

"Now," he said, "Eat."

"I don't want to," I replied—realizing my voice had changed, into something completely different.

My feelings turned me into someone different.

I don't know—I don't understand.

And I don't care anymore.

"Only if you feed me like earlier," I grinned—chuckled a bit, "Right, Nii-san?"

Nii-san was like being hypnotized, he shoved the bowl's contents into his mouth—and grabbed my head, pressed his lips to mine.

I opened my mouth, gulping—sucking everything inside his mouth.

He separated himself from me, gasping for air.

"More," I whispered—with a wide, naughty smile across my lips, "I want more, Nii-san."

"No more," he grumbled, "Eat it yourself, jerk."

"I won't eat if you're not feeding me," I murmured, giggled—caressing Nii-san's face with my fingers.

He shoved his face—kissing my lips, passionately.

Without any hesitation.

"More," I gasped—amongst my kisses, "More, Nii-san."

Touch me more.

Kiss me more.

You are belong to me.

He pushed me to the bed—while I unbuttoned his shirt.

"Yeah," I chuckled, "Just like that."

I don't care about anything anymore.

I don't care of what kind of monster I could be.

I don't want to know.

Everything was red.

Deep red—like the roses, like the blood.