Welcome to my world, fellow fans of Yami no Matsuei. I trust you're all familiar with the series? Yes? Good then, I am as well. Tonight, I finally started the first part in this story that's been forming in my mind for months now. However, I do tend to get lazy, so there may be a gap between chapters. I'll try my best to keep the waits down, for my sake as well!

Before I thrust you into my story, I will warn you that I do like to get a bit odd with my formatting. If it starts bothering people, I'll try my best to tone it down in future chapters. They won't all be like this one. I don't expect many reviews yet, since this is only the prologue, yet if you have a word or two of support, or want to call my attention to a spelling/grammar error, it's more than welcome! Trust me, I am going somewhere with this.

Starflyer1

Just Beyond the Door

May 8th, 19XX, 1:30am.

Just a little more…
That's all it would take; and he knew it.
It was happening so slowly; too slowly, and that wasn't right.
That wouldn't make anyone happy.
This is what he'd been waiting for.

Feet… inches… centimeters.

Oh, how he thirsted for this with every fiber of his being.
How he needed this.
Just to see the sight of blood again; thick and red against the whiteness.
His fingers outstretched like talons.
He could almost see the ebony claws on the ends of his fingertips,
Shining in the dim candlelight.
Close now, so close.
His heart beat faster at the thought of what would come next.
Claws touching… fingers grasping… hands lifting…

And then…

AND THEN…

"B-brother…"

This wasn't right. It wasn't right at all.
BUT THERE NEEDED TO BE BLOOD…
His eyes widened, smile fading to a dark shadow of the wide grin he'd worn.
Yet his fingers still dug deeper.
Deeper into the flesh.

"Br-oth-er…"

It felt so good.
Hands pushed against his. Small, white hands.
His sister's hands.

"NO!"

Someone screamed.
But it wasn't her voice.
His eyes darted around the room and landed on the candle.
The flame, oh how it smiled at him, mocking him.
Why was he doing this again?
Something was wrong, very wrong.
Fingers retreating, claws disappearing, footsteps backing up…
Gasping, choking, sobbing-
Somehow his bed found him, the sheets half thrown on the floor.
The darkness of the new moon watched behind him though the window.
It seemed to stare at him, asking why.
WHY?
The same question the eyes of his sister asked him.

"Brother?"

It was him who was gasping now…
Trying to remember.
Trying to forget.
When had he stopped fighting against it?
All those…
FEELINGS.

"Brother…"

"Stop it."

The pity in her eyes, it was all too much.
His hand reached under his pillow.
Fingers wrapping around the cool metal as he hid it in the folds of his robe.
This couldn't be happening.
But it had.

Floorboards creaked under his footsteps.
The candle still watched him, just as the eyes of his sister.
The unspoken question was left behind him.
It was too much, just too much.
This couldn't go on. It had to stop.
It had to…

The wind was cool that night, just as it had been the last few nights.
Its howl was just loud enough to block out his thoughts.
Except for one:
Traitor.
It didn't make sense, but he still heard it:
TRAITOR.
He couldn't let this go on anymore.
And now he remembered why.
Only… he couldn't tell anyone.
Couldn't tell… ANYONE.

There, in front of him… people, two people.
Were they people? Had they always been there?
They walked towards him; no, only one did.
Now the other stopped and turned back to the smaller one.
Such odd green eyes he had; pained green eyes.

Did he know?
Was it possible?
No one could know.
That much was clear.
No one could ever know.
The other one turned back.
Staring at him.
Deep violet eyes; filled with pity.
Just like her eyes.
Just like…

"I tried so hard. But please, tell her I'm sorry."

Hand sliding out of robe.
Clutching the knife tightly in his fist.
Such odd eyes… both of them.
Only they weren't looking at him anymore.
They saw the knife; and they wanted to stop him.
But that wasn't possible.
No one could know.
It was a secret…
They raised their hands as he brought down his.

There was screaming…
But who was it?