My dear readers, I apologize for suddenly dying on you guys :( But hey, I'm back and here is a new fanfic!
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Chapter 1
Cold. It was cold and wet as small porcelain hands gripped the snow, feeling the once solidified liquid melt away and escape. Thistle colored eyes blinked away at the small snowflakes landing on thick black lashes. Bistre strands blew in the winter wind as the ends began to absorb the melted snow, wetting the hair.
It's so white. The little girl whispered as she stared at her bright red hands. It's so white, but why is there so much red?
The metallic smell seemed to whirl in with the wind as liquid dripped down the little girl's face. Small fingers reached up to puffy cheeks as a single digit swiped at the droplet, watching the pretty red design forming on her finger.
Standing up, the child looked down only to be confronted with more red. I don't like red, was what the girl concluded as she tugged at her beige coat. Once making up her mind, the seven year old marched on, leaving the murder scene behind as her tiny footsteps made wells in the deep white snow.
With only a few footsteps in, another crunching sound was heard behind the child. And still in a dream-like state, the girl turned around and came face to face with a boy. A boy with red eyes. Thistle met with cardinal as the boy approached the girl.
"Are you lost," his velvet voice reached the numb ears of the bistre-haired child.
"I think so Mister," her soft voice echoed in between the two. "Then why do you keep walking," the boy questioned her again. "I don't want to walk backwards," a small smile tugged at his lips. Interesting little child.
"What's your name?"
"Don't know, Mister."
"Where did you come from?"
"Don't know that too, Mister." It was obvious this child had no recollection of her life. The boy decided to take a step forward. "You're covered in blood," he boy cocked his head to the side. "Now that I know, Mister." The girl's playful voice sounded from her lips, white from the cold. "It's not wise to let blood spill you know," the red-eyed boy said as he wiped the blood away from her cheek with his thumb. "Something might just come up and snatch you," licking his thumb the boy glanced at the girl.
"Then let them be damned, Mister," the child replied as she rubbed her hands together, only to look down as frown as crusted blood formed n her palms. "You never told me your name," the girl said. "My apologies," the dark-haired boy said.
"My name is Kaname."