Title: Whispers of the Wind
Characters: Yoh; minor role for Asami and Kei; some nameless OCs
Rating: 13+ (maybe?)
Warning: Death is mentioned, dark theme, no beta
Disclaimer: Yamane Ayano owns the VF universe
The moon shone beautifully upon the grounds, yet it's peace and serenity could not seem to reach the mansion. At the northern end, a dim light peeked out from one of the windows. Through a crack in the curtain, a boy of five could be seen hugging his blanket.
"Mommy, why doesn't daddy like me?"
"Sleep honey, it's way past your bed time." The woman's voice was soft and tender as she gently coaxed the boy to rest.
As the boy fell asleep, a light wind shifted the curtains, and tears could be seen on the mother's face. "He suspects something, he suspects something," she kept on repeating.
When she finally leaned forward to kiss the boy on his forehead, she whispered, "I'm sorry honey, but one day, you will be able to see your real father.
It was a regular day for the small outdoor cafe, with business booming and people happily chatting away. But as a boy of eleven walked by, hushed whispers broke out.
"Hey, isn't that boy the son of that famous actress?"
"Ya, wasn't she recently divorced?"
"She was with that politician right?"
"What a pity, a well respected politician and a famous actress, they could've had anything they wanted."
"So why did they separate?"
The whispers grew quieter, "there's a rumor that she had cheated on him."
"Come to think of it, that boy looks nothing like that politician."
Murmurs of agreement could be heard.
The boy walked on, ignoring the too loud whispers. He was not bothered by this, he's used to it by now.
In an abandoned alleyway, a man and a woman lay on the gravel. Their bodies already cold. Yet despite the paleness of their flesh, and the numerous wounds curved into them, it was easy to tell, that both had been beautiful when they were alive.
On this night, the clouds overshadowed everything. Within the darkness, a boy of thirteen knelt before a small gravestone, softly caressing the freshly turned earth. It was too dark to see the boy's expression, but when he spoke, he sounded far too calm.
"Father, I suppose we won't get a chance to meet after all."
"Mother, the media and the police may claim to not know the culprit, but I know better. I will avenge you mother."
These days, the boy's name was never again heard. Even his mother's name was only ever mentioned in memory. As far as the world was concerned, the boy never existed.
"If memory serves, this man isn't easily taken down."
"No sir, he's meticulous when his safety is concerned. He always took every precaution to protect himself, as he had many enemies due to his standing in the political world."
"Yet, to be assassinated by a boy barely out of his teens... What's the boy's name?"
"It's Yoh, sir."
"Yoh," this was uttered as if trying on for size.
"You wish to make use of him, sir?"
A smirk, "bring the boy to me, Kirishima. I have a feeling he'll need some help escaping the authorities."
"Of course, Asami-sama."
The wind blew viciously, as the boy once again made his existence known.