Well, this is my first attempt for an eventual multi-chapter Yuuram fanfic (and probably my last) and I'm not so great with writing out my thoughts (I draw more then I write XD) so please be gentle with criticism. This story along with the characters might be AU or OOC because it was inspired by a Vocaloid song called "Witch Hunt" which dealt with the Salem witch trials; there also might be a bit of violence as well so be warned.

Sorry if it's a bit stereotypical, misleading, and grammatically incorrect. I hope you enjoy it. :)

~✞Prologue✞~

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September 22, 1692. Massachusetts.

On the night of a harvest moon, lights and commotion filled the streets of Salem Village as puritans gathered to the center of the village to witness a witch trial. It was not an unusual occurrence; it was quite mundane and considered a joyous occasion each time. Men would arm themselves with torches and pitchforks, while women and children with silver crosses and holy prayers. The leaders of the church would chant their sermons and the town would burst into cheers; then the leaders would decide a punishment best fit for the witch.

It seems the punishment today is death by flames.

"May Shinou be with thee."

Not far from the town center, a man sits by the side of window pane of a church with a litted candle stick by the opposite edge. He had finished his evening prayers early, and was currently scribbling down his last thoughts on paper with a quill pen. He stares up at the moon, reminiscing of all the events that had occurred not long ago. 'Ah, if only I could've prevent it from happening' he thought as felt a pang of nostalgia and guilt. Creak. The sharp noise snaps the man to reality; he turns his head to doors of the church.

It was the one of the man's church companion who never failed to accompany him the morning and evening prayers; she was giving her evening greeting to him. She was small woman with long silver hair and violet eyes. She wore a white nun's habit that concealed almost all her body except her hands and her face.

"Good evening Brother Ken, I was wondering if you were ill this evening for you were absent at the trial. Is all well?" she said with a worried expression on her face.

"I am well; do not fret for me Sister Ulrike. I merely did not wish to attend the event." Ken stated with a calm voice before he turned his glaze back to the moon.

"Oh, why is that?" Ulrike replied.

"No reason whatsoever." Ken bluntly said.

"..." Ulrike did not believe him. For all the time she had known Ken, she could tell when he was lying to her. She sighed and said in a soft, serious voice, "If there's anything you wish to confess, I will lend you my ears and never tell a soul."

Ken turned his head back to Ulrike. He let out a small chuckle as he replied, "There's no fooling you, is there Ulrike?"

"You know keeping secrets is one thing, but lying about it is sinful in the eyes of Shinou as well as the leaders of the church."

"I am aware of it."

"Especially for one that claims to be the priest's son."

"..." Ken lets out a deep breath and brushes his hand through his hair.

"...Fine. If you wish to know, I shall tell you— but remember this, if you tell anyone about this, you will not only risk my life, but the lives of many puritans, even yourself."

"I swear on Shinou's grave..." She whispered.

The window pane opened, a cold breeze rushed through the church. The candle flickered and was slowly fading.

"... This is a tragic tale of romance between man and witch, a battle between religious morals and matters of the heart, a story of deceit and jealously..."

"Our story will commence as any other fairy tale would do so...There once lived a boy named Brother Shibuya..."

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That's a wrap for the prologue, so what do you guys think? Good, Bad, Neutral, Don't care? XD If you have any suggestions please send a message and I'll see what I can do~3

Thanks for reading. -SK