Ice is Cold: 1. The Cold and Heartless

Alright. Lets see how I handle three stories at once. I don't know how often I'll do this one. I have three chapters written and seem to be on a roll, but I have two other stories that I've made promises on and a brat that won't let me use the computer, so we'll see. I like this one. It's not going to be some epic (I hope), so I should be able to take it one chapter at a time. It should be easy.

Anyway, this is just my version of Touya's story. It's sad and a little dark. There are parts that almost made me cry (and that says something) so be warmed. But if want to be depressed this is really good. I think that's what I wrote this for. There are so many angst stories out there, but no good depressing ones. Tell me if you wrote or know of any. I've been in a mood as of late.

Umm… me no own. Language and inappropriate stuff, 'cause that's how I write. You saw the ratting. Depressing. You have been warned. "speech" /thoughts/

That's it. Here's your depressing little number.

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Ice is cold. That's all.

"That's it, you little freak, get out!"

The five-year-old looked with teary eyes from the withered garden, frozen in the midst of summer, to the yelling man, beside himself with anger.

"I- It was an accident." the boy stammered, fighting back tears.

"No, this is the last straw! For five years I fed you; I clothed you; I cared for you. You don't care, though. You're just like that father of yours: cold, heartless. He didn't love her. He left her while she died for his spawn. I take care of you because I loved you mother. She loved you, but that doesn't matter to you. You're a cold, heartless freak. If she saw the… the THING you really are, it would break her heart."

"I… I'm sure I can fix it. Please, let me try." Touya pleaded.

"Do you see those?" the man pointed to the plants in the garden, "They're dad. You can't fix it. Does that mean anything to you? You killed your mother; you kill the plants you kill the animals. Winter kills things. All you can do is kill things. You can't fix it!"

"But… I'm sorry!" Touya screamed. His tears were gone, too hurt to even cry. Suddenly, his body went cold. The few tear trails on his on his face froze. The moisture in the air began to form frost on anything that would stand for it.

/NO/ he thought/This is what happened last time./ But he couldn't stop it. Frost formed on his frozen body—his hands, his arms, eyelashes and hair—but it didn't hurt him; he was just as cold as the ice itself. It formed on the grass, on the house, on the fence. A few passing birds dropped from the cold and frost formed on them too.

The man dropped to his knees, shivering. The air must have been cold too.

"What are you doing! Get out of here. Leave, NOW!" he yelled.

Touya ran. He didn't know where he was going or what he would do. He just ran. And kept running. Grass died at his feet, leaving a trail of brown behind him.

He ended up in a forest. Frost formed on the leaves of the trees as he ran by. But he kept running, faster than he'd ever un before. Still, he pushed himself to run faster. He ran from that man filled with grief, disappointment, fear, anger, and hatred—all because of him. He ran from the frozen garden—his mistake and his shame. He ran from the house his mother died in; died giving birth to him, his father's wretched spawn. He ran from the town and it's people who constantly looked down on him, whispered about him, ridiculed him, and, and probably the worst, avoided him. He ran from the land that was ashamed of him. And, at the same time, he ran from the only land that he knew to be his home.

Blinded by fear, confusion, and sadness, he did not see what tripped him, but he fell. His own speed flung his small body a few meters through the air before he hit the ground. Momentum let him roll and skid along the ground before that very skidding brought him to a stop.

He lay there. He did not get up. Even if he could, what would he do if he did? Run? Kill? Fall back down?

He simply lay there, panting heavily; trembling from the demands his sprint had made on his young body and the loss of the energy he could not control.

He was forced to think—to think of what had happened, of why he was here, and the fact that he was lost in every way imaginable. He was forced to feel—feel his confusion, sadness, his guardian's hatred for him and his pain because of it. He began to hate himself, fear himself. It seemed the only proper thing to do… now that he knew why everyone else did. But, at the same time, he didn't want to. He wanted someone, anyone, to love him. He knew his father didn't. His mother wouldn't. If his parents didn't, no one else should. That left only him to love and comfort himself, and now that even he couldn't…

Then, Touya, heartless, cold, and unloved because of it, began to sob. The cold air muffled, but could not silence, the soft whimpers and sniffles of a broken child in the stillness of the forest. His own hot tears pained him as they burned his frozen cheeks before even they froze.

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awwww, so sad. I fell so bad, but he's chara right. There's no such thing as voodoo and all that. Alright I'm done. I'm really proud of that lat part.

Short, I know. I think they get longer. at least they have been.

About the title: for some reason, I feel the need to explain these things. Yes, I know the title is spelled wrong. Yes I know it's different on the inside. And I think it'll be different for almost every chapter. I couldn't think of a name. I finally popped out with "Eis ist Kalt." It doesn't have to be profound. I really didn't want it to be. The story is profound in it's own way, but think it sounds very simple (in comparison). I wanted it's simplicity to tell it. But why German? Because I was in a mood. But most wouldn't get the German thing and it would take away from the meaning and simplicity. I decided to warp the spelling so that people could read it. Most people reading this would see the diphthong 'ei' as the long 'a' sound. Warp it so people could sound it out. "Ais is' Kald" but most don't see the similarity in words of different languages like I do. What is 'kald'? too complicated. So why not just name it in English? "Ice is Cold"… not cool enough. Too bland. Just because it's simple doesn't mean that is have to be bland. And I don't like English. So I decided to warp the English. "Ais iz Kold." It'll probably say different things in the chapters, because I like to mess with things like that. In my other stories, it was the ((((((story start))))) border. In another it was quotes. I like to have something fun in each one.

Bye every one. Thanks for reading. Please review.

Liebe sie von,

Doomschneider.

6-29-05