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I don't own anything related to Tsukihime; this is a work of parody
Act One: Elesia and Akiha
Moonbow (Music) /MX0u8XEMm50
Elesia was born an only child in 1980 in a remote village in France to a French father and an Oriental mother. Her family name did not matter, as they had little money to their names.
From a young age, she always felt somewhat out of place, but that was not unnatural due to looking like her mother. It was no issue, and her life was normal. The townspeople were kind to her, and she lived happily, helping out in her father's bread shop, going to school, and even falling in childish love. She loved curry from a young age, but her father banned her from eating out of jealousy that she was not eating his bread.
It was all too cute... And stupid. I put an end to it.
Naturally, it all met its end as she drew close to her Twelfth birthday. "Elesia, are you focused?" The teacher reprimanded me. My face was hot; I didn't feel good. Everyone around me... I can't handle to be with people any more
"I-I have to go!" I ran out of the classroom in panic, even as the teacher yelled. I hid.
I cried and shook alone in the bathroom, remembering how things seemed to change. Ever since a week before, things had gone all wrong.
At my birthday party, I remember having strange thoughts. Violent impulses that typically were under control, like reverting back to a state of childish cruelty. "Haha, Ciel! This is fun!" My friends were having fun at my party, but all I could think of was their necks.
Their necks were pale and small... I imagined what they would look like if they were snapped off. I wanted to snap their necks until blood was squirting out. I wanted to do it for no reason.
The second day, I saw a homeless man as I walked home. I caught myself giggling as I imagined stabbing him; he was so pitiful.
The third day was now, and being at school was impossible. Everyone was there, and I wanted to see them mutilated. My imagination ran wild, and it was impossible to stop it anymore. It was like that small impulse you have with a knife to stab someone, except that I felt that it was falling out of my control.
I left school that day and never went back. I didn't say anything and locked myself in my room. They gave me space at first, but they must have realized I wasn't coming out after two days. I refused to see them.
By the third day of isolation, I had already turned to something else. I survived only by the water and food left at the door to my room. My parents tried to bring a doctor, but I refused to see anyone. I couldn't look at anyone, or feel any hatred no matter what. Something terrible would happen if I let these impulses win.
Days passed. I endured.
Alone, I slowly lost all connection to reality. I felt like I was stuck in a white room for crazy people, and that was what I was becoming.
A month passed. I... endured.
I had long since grown my hair out, and become a wild woman. Humanity felt so far away.
Months passed. I...
A ticking sound started in my head, marking down a timer. I was falling towards an inevitable doom, and I no longer had any power to stop it. I had left myself alone, and in that time, all the strength of my mind chipped off little by little until not enough was left to fight those small, destructive feelings anymore. Even with no one around, I had fallen far enough to simply give in to it instinctively. I was thirsty.
Locking myself away was the mistake as I lost all of myself, but it was too late for anything now.
Thirsty.
Thirsty.
Thirsty.
Thirsty.
I walk out the door of my room for the first time in months. To the kitchen, I went.
Thirsty.
Thirsty.
Thirsty.
In the kitchen, my parents were there making food. When they saw me, worry filled their faces. They have been so worried, but I think that I am good now. I just... need... a... drink. I smiled.
With tears in her eyes, Mom came to embrace me.
I responded by biting into her neck and draining it of blood. Then I did the same to Dad, after I made him watch as Mom turned white and fell asleep.
My voice spoke after that, "-Has it been a hundred years? This body is very fascinating." I was powerful. From home, I slowly took control of the town at night. I would move around and bit people and make them do horrible things. I watched me do it.
The curry maker I loved: I made him put poison in his food and made him watch as his customers died in his shop. I made my crush kill his parents while declaring never-dying love for me. I had my friend's necks snapped one by one by their siblings and friends.
All the while, I laughed at it on the outside, while crying on the inside. I couldn't do anything.
I should have gone insane. But I couldn't do it.
I was able to barely keep it above the level of catastrophe by pushing my mind to the limit fighting my own impulses. This man in me, there was another person inside of me pushing me, and all I could do was push back with my meager arms. I did not go insane only because more would die if I did. I watched it all lucid.
It took a month before the town was my slaves. They committed cruel acts on each other and made the town mine. They bowed under my influence and my cruelty. Other strange beings came and used my town for their own experiments. A strange doctor, who seemed only to wear only a bra.
My body was his weapon, and they were his toys. I fought him every step of the way, but that only slowed down the cruelty. I was the one, in the end, doing it, if only to find some middle ground where I barely kept sanity. I tortured others so that I could at least contain the destruction. He was happy by the power of the body.
My only solace was that it ended quickly, and suddenly.
A blonde woman came, and we fought. It was no fight; she tore me apart to a point, then left as if it was not her business anymore. She cared only to destroy him, and left as he left. She was an emotionless monster like him. A monster like me. The crimson moon was my final view.
By the time it was over, only I had remained. The man moved on to a place elsewhere. My last breath was my own, but I couldn't wail as my body was utterly destroyed.
I looked at it from above without any sense of pain. It was broken, bloody, and dead. My heart was ripped out, and my spine was cracked. I was decapitated internally.
I died.
I died, but I was not gone. I watched my own destroyed body be taken away, like a spirit that can't let go. I wanted to let go. I wanted to at least die now, as a human. I would be going to hell, but that was fine. It's better than life. I wanted to repent in the torture that hell would give me.
Elesia died.
Yet that fate was not allowed to me, and I was brought to a place that would get me back to living in hell. My broken body was eventually found and taken by men in robes. The town burned, and all were cleansed. Yet, I remained somehow. I remained as that town burned.
I was brought back to life. Then killed. I was brought back to life. Then killed. Then brought back to life. Then killed. Then brought back to life.
They killed me, but I would return. They didn't even have to do anything to bring me back anymore. I knew it by myself: that I would not die as long as he still existed. I would never die. I was stuck... like this... until he was gone forever...
When they were bored of killing me in all the ways they wanted, I was able to speak to them. They told me what this all was. The whim of vampires. Some small and meaningless feud between inhuman beings.
They had no use for me, as they learned I really was immortal. They had already pulverized me, exorcised me, cut me into many pieces, and killed me slowly over a week. I felt... not much of it. My body was far away.
They gave me the choice of being a part of the Church and having the chance to take revenge, or being a test subject forever.
And so I was baptized at the Vatican and reborn.
I became Ciel, the youngest executor of the burial agency at 13. I killed the gentle Ciel that was. I forgot her and gave up on her. I killed so I could be an arbiter of Vengeance that would exterminate every last vampire.
I gave away my life to that goal, and the years flew by.
When I learned that Shiki was gone, I cried for the next week. Father told me he died in hospital, and I should just forget about him. It had been a terrible scene.
It happened so fast. The blood and the cuts: in seconds, many things ended. The world inverted, and everything turned crimson. I turned it all red.
Shiki died, Father was injured, and SHIKI was taken away. And me? I was left behind. I'm cold now. My heat comes off me quickly and leaves me alone and dreadfully cold. No blanket helps, for this freezing cold comes from within. As if my blood does not work to heat me as it should. As cold as the hand I held back then.
It's my punishment for not saving him when I could. I swear I thought it was enough, I just did it, and it worked. But nothing came of it, and I couldn't even say goodbye...
I am an only child then. I have no siblings then. I bit my lips, thinking about it.
Later I overheard adults from the branch in the hall, "...he was unneeded, Makihisa was a fool to take him in. Perhaps we should have gotten rid of him entirely, but it is easier this way. To humiliate Makihisa by giving the boy to an orphanage strengthens our position as well. Don't worr. Hiss memory was dealt with. He shouldn't even be able to remember his own name now... It should solve the entire Shiki problem cleanly." Parasites whose job was to leach off the wealth of the main family. I refer to them as parasites, at least in my mind.
'Given away...? Orphanage?' I was not stupid. 'They... gave him away?' Just like that, for the purpose of hurting Father's position further, for now there was no Tohno Shiki at all.
That was the day any naive thought that people were good was crushed in my heart. Evil. They are all evil.I confronted Father and he told me the truth. Shiki was given away to an orphanage while Father was recovering from his wounds.
I didn't get it, I didn't understand why this was happening! "Akiha, you are special... aghhh..." He coughed, a recent development as he too had been hurt. I don't know who hurt him then really anyways. "It is a shame, but the boy is lost now. So, from this day forth forget it. Tohno Shiki died that day, you will study to be the next master of this house." He walked with a cane now; he was cut deep in his legs. There was no happiness in his eyes, all that mattered was what family power.
With some hope, though, I didn't give up. I went behind everyone's backs and tried to figure it out. I read the address of orphanages in Souya at school.
I sent letter to all of them. Naively writing about a mistake, and how Tohno Shiki must be returned hme. I spent all my time trying to reach anyone, but every day the mailbox was empty. A cycle of anticipation resulting in disappointment is hurtful, but not the end. Hope remained.
Then one day the mailbox was full of letters! I was so happy I ran to it, just as me, Shiki, and Hisui, once ran across the yard. I was smiling up to my ears. I let go of the built up emotion, think that somehow that I didn't need to worry anymore.
Childish hope filled me, for my dream seemed so natural. Maybe he would come back, or maybe we could at least stay in touch and I can then work to adopt him back somehow. Or maybe I could meet with him anywhere he was if he was adopted already. Any message at all would make me feel warmer.
Stupid, and naive fantasies that a little girl clings to in moments before despair. A girl with red hair watched me from the window. I never liked looking there; for all that was seen, there was emptiness.
It's funny then that as I saw her, my own face came to fall down to her level. That was the last time I remember smiling.
The cold truth was all that remained. It was just all the letters returned to me at once, for they had been returned to sender. They hadn't even left the post office, as Tohno Shiki no longer existed in their records.
I tried to reach the orphanage in town, but I never made it there. Father was always finding some chore for me, and the parasites would talk to me about the wisdom in letting go of the past. I hated it.
When a year passed, I still tried... but father put a final end to it. He nipped all hope in the bud.
I was placed in a boarding school away from home. No one there I cared for anymore, and thus it could not be a home anyways. Perhaps only Hisui... and her sister Kohaku. But looking into their eyes only brought sadness, and I must admit I stayed away, for I has enough sadness in my life.
Hisui tried to smile as she watched me go, "Goodbye, Akiha-sama."
Goodbye indeed. I hated it all. So much that I wanted to die, but I didn't act on it. I can't say why not, but perhaps there was a part of me that still struggled to keep the fire going.
A thought that if I was good in life, that life would be good to me. I clung to that abstract idea and wished to see him again. "My only brother... I won't forget you, ever." But I would never be warm until that day would come.
Author's Notes:
Poor Ciel, she is definitely up there on the life sucks scale. She is the closest thing to a female Shirou in my opinion, and they even share the same name pretty much. Shirou and Ciel will definitely meet at some point. (They actually do in canon too.)
シエル (Shieru) vs シロウ(Shirou)
Now this is more of a remake Ciel. So she was younger when she fell to Roa. I just wanted to bring her into the story. The next time I write her she will probably be about 19/20.
Akiha perspective here. I don't think there will be that many Akiha perspectives in the story. I do them if only to keep her present in the story so not to forget about that side of it. Hisui perspective could be done maybe much later, and Kohaku is not a perspective that should be delved into much.
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