Author's Note:Okay so we've got demented children who were never born. Hailing from the ALICES' wonderland coming into our world. Seeking who the **** knows what (well I do but I'm not telling) But where did it all begin let's look into that in this next chapter. To where SPADE's story began.
Disclaimer:Again still do not own KRH or Vocaloid or I would have a life size statue of Hibari made and put in my bedroom (and we're forgetting I ever said that)
"Mama?" asked a small boy no older than three with spiky light brown hair.
"Yes, what is it baby?" Nana asked, smiling at her small son.
"Mama," he said again, "what does it mean to die?"
Nana was shocked at her sons question. Really he was only in preschool and already asking such questions. "Well Tsuna," she said trying to think of a reasonable way to answer his question without scarring him for life. "Death is something that happens in life that eventually comes to everyone. Me, daddy, and even some day you."
"But mama, what is death?"
Sighing Nana continued "well, death is a lot like sleep."
"Oh."
"But you can never wake up and there's no coming back."
"Oh" Tsuna repeated again looking sad for a moment.
Nana looked down at her son worriedly wondering what the young boy could be thinking.
"But dying can't be that bad." said Tsuna with a smile.
"Oh? And how's that?" Nana asked a bit surprised.
"Well sleeping forever doesn't sound that bad."
"Oh Tsuna," Nana laughed picking Tsuna up "I guess that doesn't sound too bad, now does it? Now come on, Mama needs help. I'm making a very special sandwich for lunch."
"Ooh, can it be Tsunafish?"
"Alright, Tsunafish it is."
Walking into the house Nana couldn't help but smile. However, on the inside, she was still crying for the daughter she had lost less than a year ago. She had been so happy to find she had become pregnant again. Then devastated when she had gone into labour 3 months premature leaving her little girl still born. Although, it had been lucky that Tsuna had only been about two at the time and hardly remembered a thing. Actually, her own husband wasn't even aware of the fact. Since he had been away on one of his long business trips at the time. No, she kept the secret of her lost daughter to herself and she probably always would.
12 years later:
Nana still wished she could have told her son about the little sister he never had. But she thought it would be too cruel, especially at the young age he had been. Perhaps she would tell him one day, maybe after she herself could be comforted and healed. For every night since then, Nana had prayed that the somehow soul the of her child could be reborn again in her lifetime somehow. She was always thinking what would it have been like to meet her. I wish I could have had the chance to know her... Well Nana, believe it or not, your dearest dream will soon be granted. But remember what they say, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
In a gray world:
La... la... la... It was a the sad sound of a solitary voice. Trying so hard to bring the beauty of a song to the world of gray. But failing every time with the continuous la sounding over and over again as monotonous as a scratched record. Finally, after a while, words accompanied the small la, setting up a tune. But what a sad sound it was.
Joyous is the Sun's strong light
Filling the darkness with the Moon's bright light
Watching us, caring for us... comforting us
The little song which sung of happiness and comfort continued but bringing despair to the one who sung it. When the sad melody finally stopped the one who sung it began to speak to herself.
"Why," came her cracked voice in a whisper "why was I unable to be born?" Pondering why, as she had so many times why she was here in the dull and lifeless world. However she didn't actually know it was lifeless. How could she, she had never even been born.
Looking at her surroundings of a dreary flat valley. Devoid of any other hues, values, or contours. Her eyes were as gray and lifeless as her surroundings. The light completely extinguished in them, showed them to be cloudy and murky. Like an overcast day where it seemed as though the sun dare not shine through. Her body too was of a depressing color her small battered and worn dress she wore showed just how sickly and bent her form was. Hair hung down to her waist limply tied at the end with a tattered ribbon.
How I wish to see the sun light she thought to herself. "How I wish to be born." she murmured to herself. Humming her sad tune she began walking around though she knew that no matter how far she went she would always be stuck here... forever in her world of gray.
"My child, do not be sad" came a voice.
The girl looked around surprised to hear another voice to see another being.
"Up here my dear."
Looking up she saw a seemed to be floating in the air but what really surprised the girl was that for the first time, she was seeing color. This man's hair was as white as the snow with a strange indigo marking under one of his eye's. He wore a cloak of pure white, which flowed around him. His skin was a lightly colored and unblemished. While his eyes held a mischievous and slightly cruel glint to them.
"Who... W-who are you?" the girl asked shakily.
"It doesn't really matter who I am, but I shall answer anyway. I am Byakuran, but I suppose you could also call me God... Ah, but I believe the question here is who are you?" Byakuran said.
"I," she said slowly "I am nothing..."
"Actually I believe you would be Yoshiko Sawada, child of Iemitsu and Nana Sawada. Sister of Tsunayoshi Sawada. Or should I say you would have been, if only you had survived your birthing."
Suddenly, the girl's eyes filled with tears for the first time ever in 12 years. They started to fall out freely, tiny droplets, shimmering as they fell. They showed the true feelings of constant aching she had always felt but never noticed. Her thin legs gave out under her she wrapped her arms around her legs, the tears still falling. Sobbing uncontrollably, she rocked herself back and forth, cradling herself in her arms.
"I know," Byakuran said "It hurts when you have nobody to comfort you." Putting on a smile that was both caring and sadistic. He let her cry for a few more minutes before doing anything else. He wanted her to feel the true feelings of the hurt and distress that lay in her soul he wanted those feelings to fill her... to consume her. Coming down next to the girl, he wrapped an arm around her frail body and began whispering to her. As if trying to calm a violent storm. "There, there it hurts but let it all out." She continued to sob clutching on to the mans shirt burying her face into his chest her tears staining his shirt. After a while, her crying had finally ceased but she was still wrapping herself into a tight ball.
Byakuran started to speak "Didn't that feel terrible to know that no one has ever been there for you? Well, what if I told you I could give you everything you had ever wished for... to be born for example, or to find the comfort you broken soul desperately seeks?"
The girl just sat there, still resting her chin on her knees staring of into the distance. Her eyes again, clouded over. But not looking as hurt or distressed as she had a moment before. "Yes..." she slowly started to speak. "I would like to know... to know this comfort you speak of... to be born and to see the sun I sing of... but... but what is the point?"
Byakuran merely smiled at those cruel eyes of his, slanting evilly. "Ahh, I thought you would never ask." he almost purred out. "If you wish to live, I will grant you a month on the Earth. During this time, you may seek what you wish. Simple as that though there is a small deal you must make with me though. But don't worry about that now. Just think of how you will finally be able to experience all the joys of life. Isn't that what you have always hoped for? "
"But will I not just die again once this month has passed?"
"I'm afraid I can not answer your question at this moment. I will give you some more time to ponder your decision. Though I would implore that you make the right one."
The girl just sat there still thinking it over. Wearing a neutral expression she stared off into the distance mulling over her thoughts. Finally she looked up at Byakuran with those gray and lifeless eyes. "I still have no answer... though it would help me if you told me about what I would gain if I accept your offer..."
"I see your point my little songbird. Of course you should know what the future holds for you. All I can say right now is that if you succeed in the mission that I possibly could give to you. You may actually have the chance to live not only for a month but for a lifetime..."
"You still have yet to enlighten me on the details of the pact I am to make with you if I accept your proposal."
"You did not let me finish dear child. That is, if I grant you this month. You in return will steal the souls of the people around you."
"I care not for the people who live and left me for dead. But I still do not see why I should do this task you speak of."
"Yes, I see your point, but there is something that will make this proposition worthwhile for you. If you steal the soul of the person who has caused all of the grief you have felt, then that will allow you to live. Not only for the month that I promised you, but for as long as you pledge your loyalty to me and continue to steal the occasional soul for me. So how about it? Isn't this the chance you've been waiting for all these years? ...the chance for revenge..."
"You can take this as my answer." the girl said as she began to sing her song with a voice that could charm the birds out of the trees. However, she had changed the words and they were now filled with hope and something close to a twisted joy.
I will find my comfort
And bask in the Sun's warm rays
To find the healing touch I seek
So I may heal my wounded soul
"I'm glad you have made the right choice." Byakuran said smirking "Now all I need is for you to pledge your loyalty to me."
She nodded "I'll do whatever you want me to do." Her answer was filled with the new found confidence. She no longer cared about the despair that had once filled her. All she could think of now was that she would finally be able to seek her comfort.
"Excellent, now come over here." She walked over to Byakuran's side. He placed his hand near her collar bone and a crimson light started to glow underneath his palm. Gasping, her legs gave out, falling to the ground she grabbed onto the hem of Byakuran's cloak. She sat there, eyes widening in pain as her free hand grasped her chest. While a crimson like mist seemed to ebb from her body swirling around Byakuran's hand where it seemed to be absorbed.
When the pain had finally subsided, she lifted her hand, only to find a red spade mark imprinted onto her skin.
"I will call for you later when the time is right. And thank you my new ALICE my little SPADE. For selling your soul to the devil."
Still gasping the girl now known as SPADE was still not aware of how great the deal she had just made was. But she would find out soon enough.
Oh Sweet SPADE, what a selfish thing you have done.
Author's Note continued: so how did you like? I hope it wasn't too terrible so please feel free to bag on it as much as you want. Just please review I'm begging you people just open your dang hearts (though I may not have one) and review!!! Okay thank you ;3 More chapters will be posted soon (I hope) but they'll mostly be prequels for the moment. Also thanks again to pineappleSAMBA just because I would be dead without your editing and help :D Seriously where would I be without you.
