Twisted Affections
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in Zoids (Chaotic Century), but I do own my story.
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Chapter 4: In Its Past
Raven stared at the small, fragile body that was pushed roughly to his feet. The girl had whitish-blond hair, but what had really stunned him were her brilliant crimson eyes. Not many people have that eye colour you know, and there was someone he knew who also had the same eye colour. But that one person was just a part of his memory, which he forcefully shoved to the back of his head. 'I see Van's got a girl. Hmph, but he treats her like dirt. I pity her,' he thought.
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Moonbay, Irvine and Axel stared blankly at Fiona. Her petite form was shivering. One of her hands clutched a stomach and the other was placed at the back of her head. Her eyes were already brimming with tears, and once in while she would shut them tightly as she winced each time she felt pain.
Axel averted his gaze at Van who was lying on the floor motionless, looking at his own doing. It was then that Van felt a blow at his face and a rough kick at his back. "What's your problem?!! Look what you did to Fiona! It's all your fault, you bastard!" Axel shouted and continued his raid of kicks and punches, until Irvine stopped him.
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Raven hadn't taken his eyes of the girl. But as the sun decided to spill another of its rays onto land below, one of its rays hit something hard, the light bounced of the thing's shiny surface and reflected. Raven's eyes were blinded for a few mere seconds, but were quick to regain his vision. However, what he saw poured all his childhood memories out into his head...
-Series of flashbacks-
[1.] "Hey! Why are you sitting here alone?" a small, sweet voice asked. Young Raven watched each passing cloud silently. In the past, he wasn't as cold-blooded as of now, he was just a sad and lonesome and quiet boy, unlike the other children in his village. He only got to see his parents a few times a month because they worked for some military force. The life he had wasn't normal. He had learnt to cook and wash for himself. He was extremely independent for his age, which was good, but he didn't have a single friend...
As the girl, seemingly his age, sat beside him, he felt uneasy yet comforting. "I like to watch the clouds too. They have all kinds of funny shapes! Hey, what's your name? I'm Fiona," the girl said as her crimson eyes stared did into his gray ones. Unlike the other kids in his village who jeered and make fun of him, Fiona was very friendly, but more importantly, she could see through his can't-be-bothered façade and see the misery in him, and always trying to cheer him up. "I'm Raven."
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[2.] "Hello Raven! Here, take this," little Fiona said handing him a clover. Not just any clover, but a four-leaved clover. "Thanks, Fiona. Huh? But where did you get it?" Raven asked. Everyone knows that if you can find a four-leaved clover, it would bring you a lot of good luck. "Hehe... Actually, I stuck two clovers together. But it might work the same!" she replied cheerfully and sat next to him on the grass patch.
"Why did you give it to me?" Raven asked again.
"Because it would bring you good luck."
"Why me?"
"Because you are my best friend."
"Why am I your best friend?"
"Because I like you!" she said and hugged him tightly.
Raven felt his face grow red. It was beyond his control. He didn't know what is this feeling. Nobody taught him though. His heart felt fluttery, and his stomach did flips. But he still didn't get it.
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[3.] Two years past...
As they say, time makes the hearts grow fonder. Raven and Fiona's friendship had extended. Fiona taught him things he hadn't realised of. Life to him wasn't about waking up to a day and live to see the next anymore. Fiona showed him love, care, concern, happiness, angriness, shyness, jealousy and sadness (which he already knew); all the different emotions in life. Life wasn't that boring, and everyday, Raven looked forward to meeting her at their usual place; beside the only lemon tree, which was also where they had first met.
However, war soon broke out... Families were separated. Some died, some parentless, and some homeless. Their village was destroyed, and all their lives? shattered.
But a day before the destruction of war came to their village, Raven had found out from someone that his parents were killed. He was enraged. And the only thing he set his mind to was to seek vengeance for his parents. Raven had packed his belongings and was ready to leave the village. Unfortunately, the villagers hadn't known that misfortune was about to knock at their doorsteps.
"Raven. Erm... Where are you going?" Fiona (8 years old) asked as she saw Raven leaving his house with a packed bag. She was going to visit him because she felt a sudden urge to give him something she had made.
"I'm leaving, Fiona," Raven replied. Then it struck him that he had to say goodbye to her.
"Leaving? To where? And why?"
"My parents were killed. I must seek revenge."
"But Raven! What about me?" she said. But Fiona didn't notice Raven was taken aback with such a question.
"I-I'm sorry. I must go. Perhaps we may meet someday..."
"Yes. Perhaps... Wait! Before you leave, I must give you something."
Raven looked at Fiona. Surprised was written on his face. He saw Fiona fishing out something that had a black string tied onto something else. And when she got it out, it was a necklace with half of a marble-like stone. It had many colours in it and it was very beautiful.
"I-I d-don't know whether you'd like it, but I want you to have it."
Raven took it from her then asked her why.
"You said maybe we would find each other, right? I have the other half of that stone here," Fiona said, pointing to another similar necklace around her neck.
"Thank you, Fiona. Bye," said Raven as he saw Fiona running off, her face buried in her hands to prevent him from seeing her cry. That was the last time he called her name, and the last time he would ever see her, or so he thought...
-End of flashbacks-
Yes. Indeed, this was her. 'Fiona...' the name lingered in his heart. He could still remember on the night after his departure, he was constantly thinking of her. How she managed to make him smile, how she managed to bring warmth and comfort into his life. He remembered crying, for the only regret he ever carried with him was that he never got to tell her that he loved her from the bottom of his heart. He had heard the next day that his village was bombed and no one survived. No bodies were found. And from then, he knew that even if he kept the necklace, he would never be able to find her. And so the only way to forget his past memories and prevent him from more grieve, was to throw that necklace away. And so he did...
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To be continued...
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A/N: reviews, reviews and more reviews ^-^
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in Zoids (Chaotic Century), but I do own my story.
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Chapter 4: In Its Past
Raven stared at the small, fragile body that was pushed roughly to his feet. The girl had whitish-blond hair, but what had really stunned him were her brilliant crimson eyes. Not many people have that eye colour you know, and there was someone he knew who also had the same eye colour. But that one person was just a part of his memory, which he forcefully shoved to the back of his head. 'I see Van's got a girl. Hmph, but he treats her like dirt. I pity her,' he thought.
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Moonbay, Irvine and Axel stared blankly at Fiona. Her petite form was shivering. One of her hands clutched a stomach and the other was placed at the back of her head. Her eyes were already brimming with tears, and once in while she would shut them tightly as she winced each time she felt pain.
Axel averted his gaze at Van who was lying on the floor motionless, looking at his own doing. It was then that Van felt a blow at his face and a rough kick at his back. "What's your problem?!! Look what you did to Fiona! It's all your fault, you bastard!" Axel shouted and continued his raid of kicks and punches, until Irvine stopped him.
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Raven hadn't taken his eyes of the girl. But as the sun decided to spill another of its rays onto land below, one of its rays hit something hard, the light bounced of the thing's shiny surface and reflected. Raven's eyes were blinded for a few mere seconds, but were quick to regain his vision. However, what he saw poured all his childhood memories out into his head...
-Series of flashbacks-
[1.] "Hey! Why are you sitting here alone?" a small, sweet voice asked. Young Raven watched each passing cloud silently. In the past, he wasn't as cold-blooded as of now, he was just a sad and lonesome and quiet boy, unlike the other children in his village. He only got to see his parents a few times a month because they worked for some military force. The life he had wasn't normal. He had learnt to cook and wash for himself. He was extremely independent for his age, which was good, but he didn't have a single friend...
As the girl, seemingly his age, sat beside him, he felt uneasy yet comforting. "I like to watch the clouds too. They have all kinds of funny shapes! Hey, what's your name? I'm Fiona," the girl said as her crimson eyes stared did into his gray ones. Unlike the other kids in his village who jeered and make fun of him, Fiona was very friendly, but more importantly, she could see through his can't-be-bothered façade and see the misery in him, and always trying to cheer him up. "I'm Raven."
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[2.] "Hello Raven! Here, take this," little Fiona said handing him a clover. Not just any clover, but a four-leaved clover. "Thanks, Fiona. Huh? But where did you get it?" Raven asked. Everyone knows that if you can find a four-leaved clover, it would bring you a lot of good luck. "Hehe... Actually, I stuck two clovers together. But it might work the same!" she replied cheerfully and sat next to him on the grass patch.
"Why did you give it to me?" Raven asked again.
"Because it would bring you good luck."
"Why me?"
"Because you are my best friend."
"Why am I your best friend?"
"Because I like you!" she said and hugged him tightly.
Raven felt his face grow red. It was beyond his control. He didn't know what is this feeling. Nobody taught him though. His heart felt fluttery, and his stomach did flips. But he still didn't get it.
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[3.] Two years past...
As they say, time makes the hearts grow fonder. Raven and Fiona's friendship had extended. Fiona taught him things he hadn't realised of. Life to him wasn't about waking up to a day and live to see the next anymore. Fiona showed him love, care, concern, happiness, angriness, shyness, jealousy and sadness (which he already knew); all the different emotions in life. Life wasn't that boring, and everyday, Raven looked forward to meeting her at their usual place; beside the only lemon tree, which was also where they had first met.
However, war soon broke out... Families were separated. Some died, some parentless, and some homeless. Their village was destroyed, and all their lives? shattered.
But a day before the destruction of war came to their village, Raven had found out from someone that his parents were killed. He was enraged. And the only thing he set his mind to was to seek vengeance for his parents. Raven had packed his belongings and was ready to leave the village. Unfortunately, the villagers hadn't known that misfortune was about to knock at their doorsteps.
"Raven. Erm... Where are you going?" Fiona (8 years old) asked as she saw Raven leaving his house with a packed bag. She was going to visit him because she felt a sudden urge to give him something she had made.
"I'm leaving, Fiona," Raven replied. Then it struck him that he had to say goodbye to her.
"Leaving? To where? And why?"
"My parents were killed. I must seek revenge."
"But Raven! What about me?" she said. But Fiona didn't notice Raven was taken aback with such a question.
"I-I'm sorry. I must go. Perhaps we may meet someday..."
"Yes. Perhaps... Wait! Before you leave, I must give you something."
Raven looked at Fiona. Surprised was written on his face. He saw Fiona fishing out something that had a black string tied onto something else. And when she got it out, it was a necklace with half of a marble-like stone. It had many colours in it and it was very beautiful.
"I-I d-don't know whether you'd like it, but I want you to have it."
Raven took it from her then asked her why.
"You said maybe we would find each other, right? I have the other half of that stone here," Fiona said, pointing to another similar necklace around her neck.
"Thank you, Fiona. Bye," said Raven as he saw Fiona running off, her face buried in her hands to prevent him from seeing her cry. That was the last time he called her name, and the last time he would ever see her, or so he thought...
-End of flashbacks-
Yes. Indeed, this was her. 'Fiona...' the name lingered in his heart. He could still remember on the night after his departure, he was constantly thinking of her. How she managed to make him smile, how she managed to bring warmth and comfort into his life. He remembered crying, for the only regret he ever carried with him was that he never got to tell her that he loved her from the bottom of his heart. He had heard the next day that his village was bombed and no one survived. No bodies were found. And from then, he knew that even if he kept the necklace, he would never be able to find her. And so the only way to forget his past memories and prevent him from more grieve, was to throw that necklace away. And so he did...
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To be continued...
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A/N: reviews, reviews and more reviews ^-^