Disclaimers: None of the Weib Kreuz characters belong to me even though I
wish they would. Please do not sue me I am not gaining anything from this.
I am only a poor college student writing some fiction about the cutest
bishonens out there.
This was inspired by a lot of listening to Tori Amos 'A Sorta Fairytale'
and watching 'Witch Hunter Robin.' Hopefully you guys will like it.
Author: Max Ikari
Pairings: Yohji/Ran and Ken/Omi.
Warnings: NC-17, Lemon, violence, adult language, adult situations. This
story is totally AU.
Genre: Angst, romance, some sap.
[ ] Inner thoughts
/ / Mind Talking
Spoilers: Names and perhaps some situations
A Sorta Fairytale
On my way up north up on the ventura,
I pulled back the hood and I was talking to you,
And I knew then it would be a life long thing,
A-but I didn't know that we, we could break a silver lining.
And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back,
A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you)
A sorta fairytale with you... Ha... Things you said that day, up on the 101, the girl had come undone.
I tried to downplay it with a bet about us,
You said that you'd take it as long as I could, I could not erase it.
And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back,
A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you)
A sorta fairytale with you... Ha... And I ride along side,
(Riding by, yea)
And I rode along side you then,
And I rode along side 'til you lost me there in the open road,
(Riding by, yea)
And I rode along side 'til the honey spread itself so thin,
(Riding by, yea, yea...)
For me to break your bread, for me to take your word. I had to steal it.
And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back,
A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you)
I could pick back up whenever I feel... Ha... Down New Mexico way, something about the open road-
I knew that he was looking for some Indian blood and,
Find a little in you, find a little in me.
We may be on this road but we're just impostors in this country you know.
So we go along and we said we'd fake it.
Feel better with Oliver Stone 'til I almost smacked him- seemed right that night and,
I don't know what takes hold out there in the desert cold.
These guys think they must try and just get over on us. Ha...
And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back,
A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you)
A sorta fairytale with you... Ha... And I was riding by,
(Riding by, yea)
Riding along side, for a while 'til you lost me,
(Riding by, yea)
And I was riding by, riding along 'til you lost me,
(Riding by, yea)
'Til you lost me in the rear view, you lost me. I said, "Hold on..." Way up north I took my day, all in all was a pretty nice day and,
I put the hood right back where you could taste heaven perfectly.
Feel out the summer breeze, didn't know when we'd be back and I-
I don't- didn't think we'd end up like, like this... Tori Amos
Salem 1692 "She has been sent to the stake." "She was told not to do anything. Why was this not listened to?" "She was weak. Once she was promised salvation in exchange to confessing she confessed." "Damn it. This is not good. What are we going to do?" "Hide the child and move on." "Hide the child? That won't be easy, or are you forgetting about his hair?" "Then we will do a time-slip." "That might kill Sheila." "We have to risk it. If he dies than all of our efforts were in vain." "I can't believe Caroline cracked. That minister in the Devil." "Shush! Don't say nonsense or you will be next one at the stake." "But." "Concentrate, when can Sheila do it?" "She mentioned something to me this morning. Tonite." "Make sure it gets done." "Old mother! The.the.they are coming!" "Take him! Give him to Sheila, she'll know what to do." "Mother." "Go! It's too late for us."
Her breath caught in her throat as she ran through the forest. She must get to Sheila. The child started crying echoing her own sob. "Shh, little one. They'll find us if you keep crying." Bright violet eyes looked back at her as if sensing her fear. "That's it, keep quiet." A whisper so silent she almost missed it, "Grace." She turned blindly while holding the child to her chest, "Sheila." "Give him to me and be on your way before they also catch up to you." A sob escaped her lips as she handed the child to her, "How will he survive? We don't know anything!" Sad eyes held her own, "Let just hope Providence protects him." "It didn't protect us." "Because we sinned, we angered the gods by giving birth to him in our time." "That's not our fault. We can't make someone be born at a certain time." She smiled kindly, "You are too naïve." Before walking away.
She hugged the child close to her when she heard a hitch of breath. "Please little one, don't cry." Looking around her, she found the perfect place to lay the child. Lifting her arms and eyes to the sky she invoked, "Spirits of the four corners, please listen to my cry. Take this child of sin to another time, a better time." A hole started to open in the ground, "Child of Anu your prayer has been heard. We will take care of him now see to yourself." Bringing her fist to over her heart, she whispered, "Can.could I name him first?" "As you wish." "He will be our vengeance against all who wrong us. Please avenge us 'Arawn' and let this child sport your name as a sign of your promise." "I cannot deny a dying woman this. Let it be as you said." A quiet sob, "Goodbye Arawn." The child let out a loud wail almost as if he could see the lifeless body of Sheila lying on the ground. "She is at peace, the daughter has returned to her mother. She will suffer no more, young Arawn."
February 1995
"We need three more orders for table five, said the young boy as he ripped the note from his small notebook. "Okay," said the cook looking through the small kitchen opening. The young boy looked back when the cook whispered that the Manager was coming to check up on them again. "Ran, you know you are not supposed to be around the kitchen. You are a waiter, if you like the kitchen so much you should've applied for a cooking job." Ran smiled before moving out of the Manager's way, "Yare, yare, I'll go check if someone needs my help." "Hmm, oh, your father called. He cannot pick you up today so you're gonna have to get a ride." "Okay, hopefully it won't rain today." "I agree, a beautiful night to be out not stuck in a kitchen." "If it bothers you so much you can always quit."
The cook grinned, his features wrinkling in amusement, "You would miss me." "No I wouldn't." " I would," said Ran smiling. "You are still here? Go do your job." "hai."
"The specials of the day are cream of onion and breaded chicken breast." "Mmm, that sounds good. This is our first time in a western restaurant so we don't really know what we are doing," said the dark-haired girl he was helping. Ran smiled at the sincerity in the girl's voice, "The special is good." "Okay, the cute boy says it's good. Let's go with that," said an older woman who seemed to be the mother of the two girls that were there. "Mom!," said the oldest one of them blushing. "What? He's cute unless he wants to contradict me," the woman was winking at Ran the latter feeling his cheeks flame. "I don't think I'll disagree with that." "Good. Now let's order."
"She gave you a big tip. I guess keeping her daughters entertained made her happy." "I didn't do anything," mumbled Ran as he put the money in his apron. "That's what you say, but if I ask those girls they would disagree with you. Staring at somebody can keep people entertained." "Saa.stop picking on me."
The cook laughed, " I would think you would be used to it by now."
Ran glared, "That's why I want you to stop. I don't want to get used to it." The cook laughed again, "You have to get used to it. It's another form of love, also fighting." "Fighting?" "Yes, I used to fight with my wife the whole time when we were kids. The things I did to her, now we are married." Ran blinked wide eyes at him, "So if you fight with someone you marry them?" The cook scowled, "It's not as simple as that. I mean the whole time, sometimes people use hate to try and stop caring about somebody." "Oh."
"You will find somebody some day and you'll know what I'm talking about then." "I guess so," pouted the young boy. "I know so." "What do you mean?" The cook smiled cryptically, "People have intuitions. Have you never had intuitions?" Ran's brows knitted trying to remember, "Now that you mention it." "Ran! Aren't you supposed to get going?" Looking down at his watch, Ran yelped dropping his apron and running out the door. "Be careful kid!" yelled the cook. Ran only waved back with the cook still watching his retreating back.
"Damn it, I'm so late," the redhead mumbled angry with himself. Hopefully his mother wouldn't get too worried. # Next stop Yamashina. Please wait for car to make a complete stop making sure to take all your belongings with you. Thank you for your cooperation.# Sighing softly, he ran a hand through his hair before moving to get out the car. He hated using the subway, it made him nervous not that he had an exact reason. Ever since he was younger he had this dislike for large crowds. He couldn't explain it like a fifth sense warning him that there was danger in the horizon. Usually it wasn't a problem until today, he couldn't understand it but he kept feeling a sort of cold sweat, hair- raising chill behind his back. It was annoying and not for the first time in his life he wished he didn't have it. Stopping in the middle of the station, he brushed some hair out of his ear thinking he had just imagined the noise. He had heard something, a ticking noise but it wasn't right. It sounded like it was coming from underground. So he stood there trying to understand why he was hearing that. "I can hear a clock." "Mmm?" asked an elderly woman that was standing beside him. Ran blinked at her. "I.I thought I heard something." " A clock? Mmm, it seems your powers are growing."
Ran blinked at her, "What?" "You must be careful young Arawn. They are looking for you, don't let yourself be caught in their net." "I don't understand," said Ran while frowning. Maybe the woman was crazy and he was the stupid kid standing there listening to her nonsense. "Obassan, I have to go." "Just take care, young one." "H.Hai."
"I'm home!" Everything was so quiet. He had never arrived at his house and have it be so quiet. "Aya.I promise if you are hiding again I will get you." He was starting to get scared, that same sensation he had felt at the subway station was coming beck, but worse. He felt so cold, almost as if he were freezing from the inside out. "Aya? Mother, father? Anybody?" [They're all gone. You know it.] "What?" whispered the redhead when he heard the answer in his head as if someone were telling him. [Get out! Get out or you will be killed with them.] "Get.out" [Move! You will burn at the stake if you don't move!] But he couldn't move, his legs kept dragging him into the house looking for his family. He wanted to see them, to prove his intuition wrong. So he kept walking until he reached his Father's study room stopping a hair's breath away from the doorknob. What if they were dead? A shaky breath escaped his lips as he willed his fear away. "Nothing is wrong. I am just imagining things." Breathing deeply he opened the door to find himself greeted with complete darkness. Why were all the lights off? [Don't turn it on! They'll know you're here.] Slowly he walked to his Father's desk turning on the lamp and having to raise his hand to stop a scream. There was his Father slumped over his desk, blood pouring out of a head wound trailing all the way to the brown carpet. He couldn't stop shaking. "Oh God, God, God." [Get out!] "Aya! Mother!" A groan made him look to his left noticing his mother slumped in the left corner of the room holding an arm across her middle. "Mother!" "Ran.go.leave."
He was crying in from of his mother knowing that she was dying and that knowledge made him hate himself. Why couldn't he do anything? "I.we never told you this," wheezed out his mother. "You shouldn't talk, everything will be okay." "No.this.it's my punishment for deceiving you." "What?" "You were never my son, I wish you were mine." Reaching for her hand, Ran brought it to his lips kissing the blood-covered knuckles softly, "You are." "No.we found you. You were there lying on our front porch.crying. There was a letter, young Arawn it said. .it was your name." "Mother." Ran was starting to sob. He couldn't stop even though he was trying to stop. "Promise me, swear to me you won't let them get you. They want you, don't let them." "I swear, I swear." Even though the redhead didn't know what she was talking about. "Go on with your life, survive, fall in love." "Where's Aya? Mother?" "She didn't suffer.she didn't even know." "Oh God." "Leave, there's a bomb. They want to get you, don't die my Ran." "Mother." "Don't see me die. Walk away. and never turn back. Keep that amulet with you. Never take it off. It will protect you." "Mother." "Go." Stiffly the redhead got up turning his back on the mother that had raised him for all sixteen-years of his life. He kept on walking when his house exploded into a ball of fire not even turning to see the flames lick the wooden structure before consuming it.
If you want to read the rest you can go to my site and read it. I am working on various fics at the moment so once in a while I'll give you guys a little taste.when you go to my page please sign my guestbook so I know what you think about them. E-mails are also welcome. ^___^
A Sorta Fairytale
On my way up north up on the ventura,
I pulled back the hood and I was talking to you,
And I knew then it would be a life long thing,
A-but I didn't know that we, we could break a silver lining.
And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back,
A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you)
A sorta fairytale with you... Ha... Things you said that day, up on the 101, the girl had come undone.
I tried to downplay it with a bet about us,
You said that you'd take it as long as I could, I could not erase it.
And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back,
A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you)
A sorta fairytale with you... Ha... And I ride along side,
(Riding by, yea)
And I rode along side you then,
And I rode along side 'til you lost me there in the open road,
(Riding by, yea)
And I rode along side 'til the honey spread itself so thin,
(Riding by, yea, yea...)
For me to break your bread, for me to take your word. I had to steal it.
And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back,
A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you)
I could pick back up whenever I feel... Ha... Down New Mexico way, something about the open road-
I knew that he was looking for some Indian blood and,
Find a little in you, find a little in me.
We may be on this road but we're just impostors in this country you know.
So we go along and we said we'd fake it.
Feel better with Oliver Stone 'til I almost smacked him- seemed right that night and,
I don't know what takes hold out there in the desert cold.
These guys think they must try and just get over on us. Ha...
And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back,
A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you)
A sorta fairytale with you... Ha... And I was riding by,
(Riding by, yea)
Riding along side, for a while 'til you lost me,
(Riding by, yea)
And I was riding by, riding along 'til you lost me,
(Riding by, yea)
'Til you lost me in the rear view, you lost me. I said, "Hold on..." Way up north I took my day, all in all was a pretty nice day and,
I put the hood right back where you could taste heaven perfectly.
Feel out the summer breeze, didn't know when we'd be back and I-
I don't- didn't think we'd end up like, like this... Tori Amos
Salem 1692 "She has been sent to the stake." "She was told not to do anything. Why was this not listened to?" "She was weak. Once she was promised salvation in exchange to confessing she confessed." "Damn it. This is not good. What are we going to do?" "Hide the child and move on." "Hide the child? That won't be easy, or are you forgetting about his hair?" "Then we will do a time-slip." "That might kill Sheila." "We have to risk it. If he dies than all of our efforts were in vain." "I can't believe Caroline cracked. That minister in the Devil." "Shush! Don't say nonsense or you will be next one at the stake." "But." "Concentrate, when can Sheila do it?" "She mentioned something to me this morning. Tonite." "Make sure it gets done." "Old mother! The.the.they are coming!" "Take him! Give him to Sheila, she'll know what to do." "Mother." "Go! It's too late for us."
Her breath caught in her throat as she ran through the forest. She must get to Sheila. The child started crying echoing her own sob. "Shh, little one. They'll find us if you keep crying." Bright violet eyes looked back at her as if sensing her fear. "That's it, keep quiet." A whisper so silent she almost missed it, "Grace." She turned blindly while holding the child to her chest, "Sheila." "Give him to me and be on your way before they also catch up to you." A sob escaped her lips as she handed the child to her, "How will he survive? We don't know anything!" Sad eyes held her own, "Let just hope Providence protects him." "It didn't protect us." "Because we sinned, we angered the gods by giving birth to him in our time." "That's not our fault. We can't make someone be born at a certain time." She smiled kindly, "You are too naïve." Before walking away.
She hugged the child close to her when she heard a hitch of breath. "Please little one, don't cry." Looking around her, she found the perfect place to lay the child. Lifting her arms and eyes to the sky she invoked, "Spirits of the four corners, please listen to my cry. Take this child of sin to another time, a better time." A hole started to open in the ground, "Child of Anu your prayer has been heard. We will take care of him now see to yourself." Bringing her fist to over her heart, she whispered, "Can.could I name him first?" "As you wish." "He will be our vengeance against all who wrong us. Please avenge us 'Arawn' and let this child sport your name as a sign of your promise." "I cannot deny a dying woman this. Let it be as you said." A quiet sob, "Goodbye Arawn." The child let out a loud wail almost as if he could see the lifeless body of Sheila lying on the ground. "She is at peace, the daughter has returned to her mother. She will suffer no more, young Arawn."
February 1995
"We need three more orders for table five, said the young boy as he ripped the note from his small notebook. "Okay," said the cook looking through the small kitchen opening. The young boy looked back when the cook whispered that the Manager was coming to check up on them again. "Ran, you know you are not supposed to be around the kitchen. You are a waiter, if you like the kitchen so much you should've applied for a cooking job." Ran smiled before moving out of the Manager's way, "Yare, yare, I'll go check if someone needs my help." "Hmm, oh, your father called. He cannot pick you up today so you're gonna have to get a ride." "Okay, hopefully it won't rain today." "I agree, a beautiful night to be out not stuck in a kitchen." "If it bothers you so much you can always quit."
The cook grinned, his features wrinkling in amusement, "You would miss me." "No I wouldn't." " I would," said Ran smiling. "You are still here? Go do your job." "hai."
"The specials of the day are cream of onion and breaded chicken breast." "Mmm, that sounds good. This is our first time in a western restaurant so we don't really know what we are doing," said the dark-haired girl he was helping. Ran smiled at the sincerity in the girl's voice, "The special is good." "Okay, the cute boy says it's good. Let's go with that," said an older woman who seemed to be the mother of the two girls that were there. "Mom!," said the oldest one of them blushing. "What? He's cute unless he wants to contradict me," the woman was winking at Ran the latter feeling his cheeks flame. "I don't think I'll disagree with that." "Good. Now let's order."
"She gave you a big tip. I guess keeping her daughters entertained made her happy." "I didn't do anything," mumbled Ran as he put the money in his apron. "That's what you say, but if I ask those girls they would disagree with you. Staring at somebody can keep people entertained." "Saa.stop picking on me."
The cook laughed, " I would think you would be used to it by now."
Ran glared, "That's why I want you to stop. I don't want to get used to it." The cook laughed again, "You have to get used to it. It's another form of love, also fighting." "Fighting?" "Yes, I used to fight with my wife the whole time when we were kids. The things I did to her, now we are married." Ran blinked wide eyes at him, "So if you fight with someone you marry them?" The cook scowled, "It's not as simple as that. I mean the whole time, sometimes people use hate to try and stop caring about somebody." "Oh."
"You will find somebody some day and you'll know what I'm talking about then." "I guess so," pouted the young boy. "I know so." "What do you mean?" The cook smiled cryptically, "People have intuitions. Have you never had intuitions?" Ran's brows knitted trying to remember, "Now that you mention it." "Ran! Aren't you supposed to get going?" Looking down at his watch, Ran yelped dropping his apron and running out the door. "Be careful kid!" yelled the cook. Ran only waved back with the cook still watching his retreating back.
"Damn it, I'm so late," the redhead mumbled angry with himself. Hopefully his mother wouldn't get too worried. # Next stop Yamashina. Please wait for car to make a complete stop making sure to take all your belongings with you. Thank you for your cooperation.# Sighing softly, he ran a hand through his hair before moving to get out the car. He hated using the subway, it made him nervous not that he had an exact reason. Ever since he was younger he had this dislike for large crowds. He couldn't explain it like a fifth sense warning him that there was danger in the horizon. Usually it wasn't a problem until today, he couldn't understand it but he kept feeling a sort of cold sweat, hair- raising chill behind his back. It was annoying and not for the first time in his life he wished he didn't have it. Stopping in the middle of the station, he brushed some hair out of his ear thinking he had just imagined the noise. He had heard something, a ticking noise but it wasn't right. It sounded like it was coming from underground. So he stood there trying to understand why he was hearing that. "I can hear a clock." "Mmm?" asked an elderly woman that was standing beside him. Ran blinked at her. "I.I thought I heard something." " A clock? Mmm, it seems your powers are growing."
Ran blinked at her, "What?" "You must be careful young Arawn. They are looking for you, don't let yourself be caught in their net." "I don't understand," said Ran while frowning. Maybe the woman was crazy and he was the stupid kid standing there listening to her nonsense. "Obassan, I have to go." "Just take care, young one." "H.Hai."
"I'm home!" Everything was so quiet. He had never arrived at his house and have it be so quiet. "Aya.I promise if you are hiding again I will get you." He was starting to get scared, that same sensation he had felt at the subway station was coming beck, but worse. He felt so cold, almost as if he were freezing from the inside out. "Aya? Mother, father? Anybody?" [They're all gone. You know it.] "What?" whispered the redhead when he heard the answer in his head as if someone were telling him. [Get out! Get out or you will be killed with them.] "Get.out" [Move! You will burn at the stake if you don't move!] But he couldn't move, his legs kept dragging him into the house looking for his family. He wanted to see them, to prove his intuition wrong. So he kept walking until he reached his Father's study room stopping a hair's breath away from the doorknob. What if they were dead? A shaky breath escaped his lips as he willed his fear away. "Nothing is wrong. I am just imagining things." Breathing deeply he opened the door to find himself greeted with complete darkness. Why were all the lights off? [Don't turn it on! They'll know you're here.] Slowly he walked to his Father's desk turning on the lamp and having to raise his hand to stop a scream. There was his Father slumped over his desk, blood pouring out of a head wound trailing all the way to the brown carpet. He couldn't stop shaking. "Oh God, God, God." [Get out!] "Aya! Mother!" A groan made him look to his left noticing his mother slumped in the left corner of the room holding an arm across her middle. "Mother!" "Ran.go.leave."
He was crying in from of his mother knowing that she was dying and that knowledge made him hate himself. Why couldn't he do anything? "I.we never told you this," wheezed out his mother. "You shouldn't talk, everything will be okay." "No.this.it's my punishment for deceiving you." "What?" "You were never my son, I wish you were mine." Reaching for her hand, Ran brought it to his lips kissing the blood-covered knuckles softly, "You are." "No.we found you. You were there lying on our front porch.crying. There was a letter, young Arawn it said. .it was your name." "Mother." Ran was starting to sob. He couldn't stop even though he was trying to stop. "Promise me, swear to me you won't let them get you. They want you, don't let them." "I swear, I swear." Even though the redhead didn't know what she was talking about. "Go on with your life, survive, fall in love." "Where's Aya? Mother?" "She didn't suffer.she didn't even know." "Oh God." "Leave, there's a bomb. They want to get you, don't die my Ran." "Mother." "Don't see me die. Walk away. and never turn back. Keep that amulet with you. Never take it off. It will protect you." "Mother." "Go." Stiffly the redhead got up turning his back on the mother that had raised him for all sixteen-years of his life. He kept on walking when his house exploded into a ball of fire not even turning to see the flames lick the wooden structure before consuming it.
If you want to read the rest you can go to my site and read it. I am working on various fics at the moment so once in a while I'll give you guys a little taste.when you go to my page please sign my guestbook so I know what you think about them. E-mails are also welcome. ^___^