Hi everyone, welcome to my fic: Untouched.

This work is strictly fiction, drawing from elements of the game Dynasty Warriors, very limited historic references and customs that I've picked up from dramas. In short, it is 'unrealistic' to say the very least and does not in any way represent events that actually happened. Come on, you must be really desperate if you're asking Yuu here for a history lesson XD

Before you quickly skip to the new chapters I am happy to say that the entire series is going through some c-c-c-changes! After a lot of thought, Yuu has finally completed 'Rebuild of Untouched'. (LOL blatant plagiarising Evangelion!)

I know I should be writing the newer chapters, but the more I re-read this, the more I think "Good lord! This is *insert words that would make Ame pale*"

I decided, since it's common knowledge that Yuu here cannot write in third person, why not re-write this in good old fashion first person perspective? A brilliant plan if I do say so myself~~

And keeping with the good old Yukage tradition, why not make this a super long chapter?

That's two for two, Yuu.

I swear this time I actually tried to enforce a 6000 word cap. Tried. It just didn't work. I just have this incapability of writing short chapters. So Yuu came with a perfect solution: break it into smaller chapters. The first two chapters are now broken into 3, with the remaining two still a work in progress…

Anyhow, the additions contain sap, more sap and WOW holy moley it's sap over load! You have been warned. And no, you cannot teach an old dog new tricks: Yuu is still spewing crap (and will continue to do so happily) in the authors notes!

Enjoy the first instalment of 'Untouched'.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Untouched – the Prelude

Fate.

It writes the chapters of our lives.

It determines the endings of our stories.

Fate.

It is shaped by the actions we take, the words we say.

From the first words we say to our loved ones that did not come out the way we had intended, to the last words we said that we did not know at the time. Words that plunged us into regret. Unspoken words that danced on the rim of our lips. Words we did not have the courage to say. The redundant words we say daily, that we never thought it could adequately describe our real feelings. The same words that never loses its meaning, the words we never grow sick of hearing.

Words are opened to interpretation, and interpretation of words could have infinite possibilities, each creating different paths.

Words could heal, but at the same time, words could hurt someone.

Words can be fatal.

Words can never be taken back.

Words killed someone very important to me.

Cold words that he did not mean drove her to do what is right, what she thought was right. He hadn't intended that she would do that. I know that if he had known the consequences of his words, he would take them back. Righteous words that the boy said sealed their fate. Although his words would end up saving millions of lives, he had single handily destroyed their only chance at love.

If I had a chance I would go back and ask the Heavens, why?

Why did it have to end this way?

Why me? Why her? Why him?

Why did it happen to us?

What did we do to deserve this?

It is only with hindsight that I can begin to understand everything and try to accept it all. I now understand why Father would glare at me with hateful eyes; why every beat my heart gave, every breath I took, was an insult to him. I now understand why Father hated every inch of me, right down to the colour and shape of my eyes to the blood that ran through my veins.

I now understand the guilt behind her kindness, the pain of regret and the meaning of her words as she bade goodbye to me for the last time.

I now understand why he chose to give up his life for me, why the boy chose to give his lover up, and why she chose to accept it all.

I now understand that I love you, that you are truly my world, my everything, and that you have loved me back with the same undying passion.

Even so, living is indeed a great big riddle. There were so many answers I wanted answers to.

Why is it that people fall in love? Why is it that people find their one and only, the one for them and only them, only to lose that person?

Why is it that a person could be the right person for someone, but show up at the wrong time? Why is it that the wrong person could be so right?

Why…why did we lose to fate?

Fate.

Fate has its way of affecting all of us. For better or for worse.

In my reflection I have decided that Fate is merciful, yet cruel. Fate had given me you, and yet Fate had taken you away from me. Fate had brought her into my life, but Fate had cut that time short. Fate had brought them together, only to destroy them completely. Fate played a trick on her; Fate let her realise just important he was, at a time when he was forced to abandon her.

I wish…

I wish Fate was wrong.

I wish I could have done things differently.

I wish I treasured our time together more.

I wish I hadn't done a lot of the things I did.

And now, I will walk the path of regret.

With you.

Let the speculation begin!

Alright, as the remaining chapters are still a work in process, Prelude does not connect directly onto Da Qiao's Chapter…sigh. I promise I post chapters 1 and 2 as soon as I can!