A/N: First of all, I just want to THANK YOU for clicking on this. I really hope it gets popular, I'm going to give this story my best :3 PLEASE DON'T THINK I am an immature writer whose stories might be horrible, the first story I wrote was when I was 8 lmao XD now I'm 11 and I've read many good stories, and even tried writing one-shots and I feel I have gotten much, MUCH better now.
Anyway, back to topic, this fiction might seem like those really stupid ones where the OC is REALLY Mary-Sued, or she is confused and doesn't know what to do all the time. And also not any of those stories where she comes out of the trash and the other part of the pairing falls in love with her for no reason. I absolutely hate those kinds of fictions.
So I won't rant here, let's get on with the story :3 again, thank you SO MUCH for clicking on this.
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It was cold.
A slight quiver ran up my spine, and I looked around, my heavy jacket draped around my shoulders, which I didn't bother to put on properly, wasn't enough to hide the cold. 'I never knew winters were this cold...' My small figure trembled again, as I let out a shaky breath.
Everything was cold, just like the people in this world.
How was I here again?
We were a happy family of four. My mom, my dad, my small sister, Ayuhi Yugureha, who was only three months old, and me, Shirane Yugureha. I really like my name; it was one thing I could call my own, which no one could take away from me. It meant 'white twilights' and I always thought that was beautiful. But, not every story has a happy ending.
It was a fine night when my parents decided to enjoy the enchanting, full moon outside the home in the nearby meadow. I had a lot of schoolwork, so I decided not to go with them. They left me and Ayuhi in the supervision of a babysitter, who turned out to be a serial murderer on a current rampage. I was only eight. I lost Ayuhi that day; the scene is still vivid before my eyes.
The baby was wailing. The murderer cracked a wide grin then plunged the knife straight into her heart, as blood spurted out everywhere. Shirane fell to her knees, the sight leaving her numb, paralyzed. Her eyes open wide in shock, the murderer leapt at her. But right when the knife neared Shirane's face, a slight 'creak' was heard. The door slowly opened, showing a horrified woman's eyes. It was her mother. She quickly typed something on her phone, dialing the police, when everything Shirane had is lost before her eyes. A bubbling sensation rose up inside her, urging her to run. Her petite body rose up from the ground, supported by her delicate legs, running, just speeding towards the one cause who had taken away everything precious to her. The feeling controlling the adrenaline, the longing desire to at least land one blow to the slaughterer who stood before her, waiting for Shirane with the knife in her hand, was hatred.
And that was it. My family died that day. I was saved, because the police arrived before I could be killed. I know it's selfish of me to think in this conceited way, but I'm happy I survived. I'm happy that I was the one chosen by God to live, even though I was to live in regret and remorse.
I was sent to a small orphanage in the outskirts of Japan, and I really hated that place. All the kids there were much older than me, and it seemed I was the only victim of bully. They would call me a helpless child who wasn't capable of even breathing on her own. I was tormented, mercilessly showered with insults, and in all that darkness, I thought there would be one person to fight away the bullies for me, console and tell me I would find happiness one day, if happiness didn't mean being with them.
But there was nobody.
Usually, in movies, there is always a person who is the only source of inspiration the main character has. Why wasn't I like the main character of my life?
{But she didn't know.}
So I ran away.
But that isn't the end of the story. I'm sure it isn't.
For two hours, I've been roaming the cold streets after I ran away. 'Christmas is celebrated tomorrow, right?' I think to myself as I see a car driving by. It was a nicely painted, fast car. It definitely belonged to a rich individual. I sighed, thinking about how happy everyone would've been if people as horrible as that so called 'babysitter' didn't exist, or everyone would simply just long for a better world. I quickly dismissed my thoughts, knowing that this was the dreams of only a small, innocent child like me.
I noticed the man inside the attractive black car suddenly lock eyes with me. He either noticed something absurd about me, or he just noticed my dark expression. Whatever he noticed in me, he wasn't stopping the car anytime soon.
My assumptions were wrong. Out of the blue, the car stopped. A fine businessman, the same one who was staring at me, stepped out, a gentle smile spread across his face. His dark brown hair was styled neatly, as his tall figure towered over me. That wasn't unusual, since I was only nine, after all.
"Are you lost, young one?" He asked me softly, and I wondered to myself, 'Am I really lost? On the path of life, yes.' But I decided to say the opposite. I lightly shook my head, as he bent down on his one knee, he started speaking. "I'm from the Hyakuya Orphanage Institute. I could take you in, no? There are plenty of kids your age there. I'm sure you would enjoy their company," he made a promise. Upon hearing this, my attention snapped. Kids my age? I always thought of living in a place where I would get along with everyone. But I was a pretty dark child, after experiencing three murders in front of my eyes; I don't think I would get along with them...
But wait. I could always keep facts a secret. I decided on agreeing to his words.
"...I don't mind." I don't know if that sounded like a yes or a no, but the man took it as a yes. He softly clapped his hands together, saying, "Great! Get into the car, it would be much easier than walking all the way to the orphanage, would there?" he softly said, and I could say he wasn't a bad person at all.
As I followed his footsteps into the car, I was excited. I was really excited about riding in a car because this was the first time, I had ridden a car. Our family was not rich enough to afford a car, so I'd never ridden a car before. It was comfortable, the seats were dark leather, and there was a big heater, along with three other men and one woman.
It was a long ride so the man who had been staring as me from the windows of the car I was currently sitting in told, me many different stories I'd never been told before. The woman also showed me a lot of different products of makeup. She even put on some for me, and I slightly recall my mom owning some of this powdery stuff.
We'd reached in about thirty minutes, and I saw lots of things I'd never seen before on the way. I also got a delicious drink the man called 'hot chocolate'. When the door of the care opened, I could hear the music and laughter from the other side of the wall. I felt kind of...excited.
There are really kids my age here, I reassured myself.
The man knocked on the door before opening, and a small girl with hazel-brown hair, who looked like she was six or seven, ran to him and started screaming, "Uncle Kiyomano is back! He's back, everyone! Did you bring a new child here?" She excitedly asked him, her ponytails bobbing up and down.
My eyes widened again. There really are kids around my age here.
'Uncle Kiyomano' picked up the girl and swung her around, as the little girl laughed in glee. "How is everyone, Akane-chan? And yes, I have bought a new little girl, make friends with her, okay?" I felt kind happy, knowing that these children were waiting here for new orphans.
Maybe I might fit in after all, I thought.
The little girl called 'Akane' ran up to me and grabbed my hand. "Hello! You're orphaned too, right? My name's Akane! What's yours?" She started to speak continuously. "Um... M-my name is Shirane. Shirane Yugureha." I silently replied. Akane burst into joy again, screaming, "You don't have to be so shy! We're all your friends now!"
I faintly smiled back, as another boy with yellow hair and bright, beautiful, blue eyes ran up to me. "I'm Mikaela Hyakuya! Nice to meet you!" He held out his hand and a closed-eye-grin had graced his facial features. I took hold of his hand, feeling how warm it was.
"Wow, you're cold, aren't you?" He asked. "Sort of." I replied, a bit louder. "How old are you?" He suddenly asked, startling me. "I-I'm nine."
"Onee-chan!' A small boy with blue hair spoke up. "O-onee...?" I got a little confused. Weren't they supposed to be my age?
"Onee-chan, because you're the oldest here. I'm the second oldest, I'm eight," Mikaela said with a warm smile. "You don't really have to call me that, you can just call me Shirane Yugureha..." My response was much louder, as Mikaela grabbed my other hand. "Not 'Yugureha' anymore! Now you're Shirane Hyakuya-chan," he said.
I smiled at him as all the children attacked me, wanting themselves to be introduced. "Whoa, slow down, she can't remember so many names!" And that's how I ended up here.
I'm so far away from you.
It had been over a year since I was at Hyakuya Orphanage. I turned into a caring and sweet person, almost forgetting my memories at times. I made really good friends with each and every person there, and we all were happy together. The director was also really sweet and caring, she loved every one child. Today, a new member was supposed to arrive.
We all waited not really patiently all day for our new family member to arrive. When finally we heard a knocking on the door, all of us got up excitedly. When Kiyomano opened the door, instead of running to him, Akane tried to run past him to the new kid. But Kiyomano caught her and started to tickle her, resulting in her screaming, "Let me go~!"
Suddenly, the new kid peeped from behind Kiyomano, a frown over his face.
Oh, so I see, I thought, he's a gloomy child like I used to be.
Mikaela raised his hand, along with his voice, as he screamed out, "Hey! Aren't you the new kid? Hello! I'm Mikaela. Nice to meet you!" the new kid ignored Mika after glaring at him, and Mika groaned. "Don't be so mean! We all are a family here, so you can share any secret," Mika said with a faint smile.
"Family doesn't mean anything to me!" the new boy finally spoke up. He had a cute, squeaky voice. "Wanna hear how I came here?! My mom… she kept ranting on about how I was 'demon spawn'. She eventually went nuts and committed suicide! My dad almost killed me, and then I was sent here. You see, 'family' is just a-" he was gently cut off by Mika while he was stating his life story, with the words, "That must've been hard," Mika said with a bright, contagious smile. Seeing him smile makes me smile too.
"You know how I came here? I was abused by both my parents, and then thrown out of a moving car," Mika spoke with a long grin. "Me too! I wanna tell you how I came here too! I never met my parents-", "I was left at the orphanage door when I was born!", "Me next!" "My mommy and daddy killed themselves!" one after another, every kid started to narrate their tragic pasts with smiling faces.
I was genuinely surprised, because no one would want to wait in line to tell how they were rejected by everybody, and no one speaks in that way with such a bright tune and such a happy grin. It seemed the new boy was surprised too.
"But!" Mika began, "None of us are sad," he said with one more of his sweet smiles. "Because as of today, we all have a big brother named Yuu!" Oh, I thought to myself, so his name's…Yuu? I assumed.
Slowly getting up, I rose to feet, and started taking small steps with a normal pace towards Yuu. I was always a shy kid when meeting new people, so this was nothing unusual. "Yuu, are you?" I asked, extending out my hand to him. I tried my very best to imitate Mika when I first met him, so that Yuu would think of me as a friend instantly, just like how I felt with Mika, because it seems he had a miserable past.
"It's Yuichiro Amane." He scoffed while blushing and then dropped his gaze. He seems like the kind of person who seems like he hates you, but then it only seems like it.
"I'm Shirane Hyakuya, and-"
"Now you are a part of the Hyakuya family too, so it's Yuichiro Hyakuya!" Daichi burst in, cutting me off. I peeped at the director who was standing in the corner of the room, smiling pleasantly at us. "He'll be just fine," she murmured to herself after I smiled at her.
She turned on her heel, going back to kitchen when suddenly, she stopped moving. I quickly ran up to her, afraid of what might be happening since she was a very old woman, and had chances of death every second of the day. I spent my nights praying she would die in her sleep, because I don't want her to suffer something as agonizing as a heart attack.
But that wasn't the case here.
I grabbed her arm as she sluggishly turned around, looking at me with a horrified expression. My eyes widened, pupils dilated, and my mouth hung open, as I stared at her face. Blood speed down the corner of her mouth, then slowed down to dripping, gently making drip sounds as it hit the floor, then completely stopped.
I watched as her lifeless eyes fell shut, her eyelids probably heavy, dropping down to the floor, not moving. The shock paralyzed my hands, but fear quickly took over. "G…guys! The director… she… she's not moving!" Even though I knew clearly she was dead, saying 'The director died' doesn't sound too practical, even though that was the truth.
Mika was the first one to run up to me, followed by few kids who almost always followed him wherever he went. "What happened to her?!" he asked worriedly, the other kids starting to sniffle; what would we do without our beloved Director? She was there a second ago, and now she was abruptly gone.
Even though Akane was almost as motherly and caring as she was, who could easily become a substitute, we didn't have an exact replacement for the Director.
She was just… gone.
Like every person you meet, she came and went in the twinkling of an eye.
Unexpectedly, the big window right in the living room shattered, the pieces of glass flying everywhere. Me and Mika stood protectively in front of the gathering of young, terrified, timid children, who were seeing and experiencing too much, when they were just so little, so innocent.
Tall men, and women, who seemed to be the ones who shattered the glass, walked in, their long, pure white capes fluttering in the unknown wind. All the children started crying as a high-pitched, girlish voice spoke all around us, sounding like the owner of the timid yet dangerous voice was speaking onto a mic, said,
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen! You foolish humans have created a fatal virus that has now spread over the whole world! I regret to inform you, that humanity has destroyed itself! However, we are aware that the virus will not affect human children at the age of thirteen and under. Accordingly, we of third progenitor Krul Tepes's personal command unit, will take into custody every child in this area, effective immediately. Obey our orders, and all will go well."
The man with the long, light blue hair looked at us and showed us this smirk, a sharp and long fang resting on his lower lip. Vampires? I started thinking. We were going to be captured by vampires? I know I shouldn't be thinking in this way, but being in a place where there are mostly vampires around really exciting.
The little kids obviously didn't understand, but Akane was already comforting them, reassuring them that these people were good, but she only needed an excuse to make the young adolescents follow these vampire's orders. I understood her reasons for calling the vampires good people, but I still thought it was wrong to just lie to children like that because their brains were undeveloped and they wouldn't be able to tell when someone was lying to them or not, especially if they were being lied to by their family, their most loved ones.
The vampires took us into big pick-up trucks and drove us into a large pit dug deep underground. Inside the pit was honestly beautiful, there were these big buildings and castles big long turrets or really short and thick spears, but this one that really caught my attention and the one which was probably the most exquisite, most magnificent was this tall, lilac mansion with amethyst steeples, four skinny, square, low towers are set firm for a great defensive line and are connected by strengthened, wide walls of lavender stone. Grand windows are scattered here and there, around the walls in fairly symmetrical patterns. The walls look new even though the castle looks like something out of a Victorian Era. In simple words; it was delightfully charming.
I sighed to myself, while hoping that the children and I will get to play hide-and-seek with each other in that pleasing mansion someday.
{She really didn't know.}
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A/N: And that's it for the first chapter! Sorry for everything being so short :( I promise other chapters will be slightly longer :3 Also, the plot is really complicated that I don't know how to write it myself. I know, everything probably seems stupid right now, but everything gets really complicated and tragic, I must say. There's an enormous… No, I'll save all the surprises for later ;). Also, I might update every day, so if I miss the update any day, please know it's because I have too much schoolwork (:
~Legend-Chan