Alright... before you read this and decide it sucks horribly, there's something interesting I'd thought you'd like to know. Once upon a time, kami-chan went through mid-term week, had up to four, maybe five tests a day. Her evil, evil school assigns collateral projects at the same time that were 10% of her entire grade. And kami-chan was stressed and eventually was very depressed to as have crying fits and prolounged periods of not eating or sleeping. ^^;; So stupidly enough, she picked up her old latin notebook and just started writing and writing and writing.
Yeah, and since then, I could only sorta continue this story when I was feeling down and stressed. Happy and bouncy had to be quashed to write this. Weird, huh? It probably sucks. *repeatedly bangs head* Please forgive meeee *hides*
Standard Disclaimer:
Ken: *holds her down* SAY IT! SAY IIIIT!
kami: Noooo! I won't say it! It's not fair! Weiß belongs to meeeee!! MIIIINE!!
Ran: *holds katana to kami's throat* Say. It.
kami: ;_; *hangs head* Weiß Kreuz is property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiß. They do not belong to me, BUT IF I STEAL THE RIGHTS--
Ran: *digs katana a little deeper, drawing blood*
kami: O_O Okay, I'll shut up now.
Ken: Yeah, he has a way of getting people to do that...
Misc: Shounen-ai, yaoi? Maybe much, much later. Erm, I know the pairing involves Ken and Ran, in what order though, I don't know. Still, if relationships between two guys disgusts you or overall makes you squeamish, number 1: GROW UP!! And number 2: you see the little 'x' in the corner? Leave, no one made you come here, don't you dare flame me, or any other other writer about it. I'm sick and tired of having my other colleagues flamed because certain people disagree and can't leave well enough alone.
BTW, this denotes thought, and only with the exception of the prolouge and a few parts, 'this denotes a voice, who that voice is, is entirely up to you' *This denotes emphasis*
Liberation Through You - by kamibukurosama
~ Prolouge ~
Alone in the nothingness, the seraph stood.
Golden olive skin, earthen dark hair, sculpted body, silver wings, and a simple tunic of godly silks and threads.
And brown eyes, Cimmerian eyes.
The seraph was bound in a beautiful intricate chain. It crossed the celestial body and restrained the wings.
It was a rule, no... a decree that seraphs could only smile. They couldn't make any other face except for one with no emotion at all. They weren't allowed to speak either. Apparently, heaven was grossly overrated.
The seraph stood, weakly fighting the bonds that would never disappear.
Release me... it pleaded voicelessly. The dark eyes were full of pain, suffering, sorrow and great burden. Other than that, its face and body hid the beseech.
'No...'
Why?
'It is your destiny. It is your destiny alone that is the foundation of many others...'
I don't want it to... release me... please...
'Your needs are not important. Theirs are... '
Why? Why must that be so? Why do my feelings heed no bearing on the matter?
'Would you rather sacrifice so many others for yours alone? Would you like it if everyone else disappeared and suffering all for the appeasement of your one soul? '
...No! I just...
'You cannot escape. It is your destiny.'
I cannot continue! The burden is too much. I beg you, release me now from my fate before I fail... for their sakes... and... for mine...
'There is no room for failure. You will succeed at all costs.'
Please... don't...
A single crystalline tear rolled down a bronzed cheek, its face frozen in an emotionless trance, but the dark eyes betrayed everything he felt.
'It is your destiny to bear the sufferings of others. It is your obligation to lift the burden and to put it upon your own shoulders. The burden is yours forever to keep. Yours and only yours...'
The seraph twisted its face into one of pure terror and screamed, the heavenly body writhing and straining against the bonds. Its silver wings thrashed against the chains, yearning to be allowed to spread.
~
Somewhere in Tokyo, Hidaka Ken was replanting the flowers. The gentians were hardy flowers, and therefore were forced to the back of the store away from the sun. Outside, to receive the most diligent attention and care were transplanted the more sick and fragile flowers, but also the supposedly more beautiful flowers. Gentians were forced to withstand the darkness and chill of the inner store.
They could take it, but only to a point.
Ken wiped away a single tear, clueless and confused as to why it even fell in the first place.
*bangs head* Yeah, so that's all for now. Gimmie some time and I'll scratch out the rest. And please don't go about inquiring about my sanity, I am fine (*cackles* the world will be MIIINE!!). This was actually written at the end of last year in the back of my latin notebook! Oooo! Quid non sentit amor?, or What does love not see?
So you're going to leave me nice, constructive reviews, riiight? Pwease? Look! *dangles Ran's leather thong*
Ran: O_O;; *hisses* Give that back!
Ken: ;_; *sniffles* Comon, Rannie! I wanted to see you in those tonight!
kami: XD *chibifies and runs around, waving the little piece of leather*
Ran: NOT HELPING! *runs after her, swinging katana*
Thankies! ^___^