Dislcaimer: I dont own anima, if i did i would be rich.
All he could hear was their singing.
His parents had died when he was young, leaving him, Kan in charge of his little sister. He had to get a job, but at his age, no one would hire him. He grew desperate, selling anything he could get his hands on to keep him and his sister alive. But despite all of his hard work, it wasn't enough, and they were tossed out on the street. The young man cried out in pain and frustration as the deaths played themselves over and over in his head. Why? Why hadn't it been him? He was willing, oh so willing to trade his life for theirs. Why hadn't he been strong enough?
In these times of darkness, it gave him comfort to hear them singing.
He could remember his parents, they had taught him right from wrong, left from right. Through good times and bad they had stood beside him, through thick and thin. No matter how many times he argued or stormed off, they had always kept their arms open, welcoming him home with smiles and warmth. At the time he had taken it for granted. He had regrets. The last day he had seen his mother he had been rude to her, impatient and aloof. Like a teenager should be. He had yelled at her, they had fought, and he had told his mother he hated her. He had a similar fight with his father, telling him he was leaving forever.
And he could hear them screaming.
They had died so suddenly. A freak accident, the doctor had said. But he knew better. It was all his fault. He had cursed them and left them to die. The two of them had been so alive just a few hours ago, it broke his heart to know they were dead. They looked so alive, even sitting there on the tables, the white cloth covering all but their faces. They didn't look as if a house had collapsed on them, they didn't look dead. Yet here they were, lifeless.
And he could hear them start to whisper.
Kan would often give up his own food so his sister, so she would not go hungry. He grew thinner, gaunt, a skeleton of his former self. He tried not to let his weakness show to his sister. He needed to be strong for her, he needed to protect her. And they survived on sheer willpower. But that all changed when his sister grew sick.
In his mind he could imagine them crying.
He watched as she slowly died before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do. He left her food, but she couldn't eat. He stole medicine for her, but it didn't work. He sang to her as he held her in his arms, but she couldn't hear him in her fever. He did everything he could, but nothing seemed to help.
And he could hear their sobbing grow louder.
Kan blamed only himself as she died. He should have done something more, maybe she wouldn't have died. He buried her and fled from his home, angling into the forest. As he passed the trees he felt his mind buzzing and his vision swam, a flash out of the corner of his eyes lead to a giant cat, unlike anything he'd ever seen, attacking him. It was massive and mostly orangish tan, its mane was a ferocious brown, and its dark eyes glinted with hatred. Its claws connected with his body, and as he fell, his eyes widened and he realized. I don't want to die. He reached his hands to the white bird flying in the sky and the pain left his body.
And now all he could hear were their screams.
When he opened his eyes, he was alone, the Lion was gone, and pure white wings had sprouted from his back. He spread the wings wide and took to the sky, leaving everything behind. He had soon come upon a young man, with an ability like his, only he became a Kangaroo. They decided to start a small group of people like them, and slowly gathered supporters. Kan would go out every night and look for people like them.
And all he could hear were their whispers.
He flew over the land, and stopped as he saw a young woman. At the first sight of her the breath left his body. She had long blonde hair, a beautiful and sad face, and red eyes. At first he thought it was a trick of the light, but he could see extra arms hanging from her sides. She had six arms. His eyes softened, and he landed, only to notice the bloody carnage. The ground looked freshly dug in one area, and a small rock marked 'Melrae' sat in full view. Around the tiny grave were men, they had fallen into puddles of their own blood. Kan noticed the blood was on the six swords that hung at this girl's side. She had glazed eyes, now that he approached, he saw she had terrible, deadly gunshot wounds. He held out a hand to her, and she gripped it, the fever in her head and eyes making her blind to everything else. He lifted her to his chest and took off, urgency in his once blank gaze. He felt oddly connected to this young woman.
And he could still hear them humming.
He carried her to his friend, who was carving rocks by a tree, and explained the situation. His friend looked worried and lead him to a nearby hospital. Kan placed the woman down on the bed, watching with worry as they cared for her. He barely registered his kangaroo friend leaving the room, and instead watched over the young woman. She finally awoke, and relief filled his eyes. She told him her name, Nanza, and asked if she was in heaven. He answered in the negative, relief flooding in his eyes. It took her a few months to stand again, months he was focused on her and nothing else.
But no matter how hard he tried to forget, their singing haunted him still.
A.N: Thanks to Blizzard for letting me use her character again. :3