Author's notes!
First of all, welcome to the first chapter of Eight Petals. If all goes well then I should be writing this at a fairly quick pace and it will be a fairly long fic before it is finished. As for whether I'm sticking with the anime or manga, my answer is a little bit of both. This fanfiction won't actually go up to the starting point of the anime or manga though will deal with some things that were explained in both. Not sure what else to put here.
Eight Petals Chapter 1
Shirohasu knew that his mother would be angry with him for staying at the planetarium so late again but tonight he didn't care. His uniform, usually kept clean and neat, was mud-splattered and had a long rip upon one sleeve. As Shirohasu neared his house he took a glance at his watch. 11:30. Maybe everyone would be asleep by now. Ignoring the front door, Shirohasu headed around the house, carefully climbing over the fence and padding up the stairs that led to the porch. He pulled his key out of his pocket and reached for the keyhole but before he could make it the door swung open.
"You're late," said the narrow-eyed face of his younger sister. Since she was opening the door and not his mother he supposed that she had to be asleep. He wasn't sure which would be harder to deal with right now but he didn't have a choice anyway. Her sharp brown eyes saw the state of his clothes and widened considerably. "Mom is going to kill you! You've ruined your uniform! How did you do that? You." she trailed off as she noticed the red stain that was slowly spreading outwards from the cut on his jacket.
"Its nothing," said Shirohasu quickly but his sister was quicker. She grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him over to the kitchen table, shoving him down in a chair while she grabbed the first-aide kit. She took off his ruined jacket, being carefully not letting anything to snag at the wound. In the light from the lone ceiling lamp Shirohasu could see the cut from which the redness swelled. It wasn't deep. His sister seemed to have made the same conclusions from her relieved sigh.
"You need to stop doing this!" she whispered with a voice high and strained. "Why do you always get yourself into fights? Mom really will kill you if she finds out about this!"
As Shirohasu's sister cleaned the wound he was lost in thought. He was trying to remember what had happened but it only came back in shards. He had been walking back home late from star-gazing at the planetarium and seen a foreign-looking woman heading into an alleyway, followed by a large man holding something under his jacket. Shirohasu remembered hearing a scream, dashing into the alleyway, and then after. He supposed that he must have fought, otherwise he wouldn't be this scratched up. He wasn't dead, though, and he had a feeling that he would be much more hurt if he had lost the fight. So he had won. He had won and all he could remember was running into the darkness and the merest fragment of a whisper in his mind.
"Choix," he found himself saying out loud, repeating what the strange voice had whispered to him.
His sister blinked, startled at the strange word. "What is it?" she asked as she fastened the end of the bandage with a piece of medical tape.
"Nothing," said Shirohasu as the brief memory of a whispered word floated away. As his sister began to move away he caught her hand and smiled at her. "You always take such good care of me, Anshi." With a brief smile she was gone, leaving Shirohasu to himself and the darkening night.
First of all, welcome to the first chapter of Eight Petals. If all goes well then I should be writing this at a fairly quick pace and it will be a fairly long fic before it is finished. As for whether I'm sticking with the anime or manga, my answer is a little bit of both. This fanfiction won't actually go up to the starting point of the anime or manga though will deal with some things that were explained in both. Not sure what else to put here.
Eight Petals Chapter 1
Shirohasu knew that his mother would be angry with him for staying at the planetarium so late again but tonight he didn't care. His uniform, usually kept clean and neat, was mud-splattered and had a long rip upon one sleeve. As Shirohasu neared his house he took a glance at his watch. 11:30. Maybe everyone would be asleep by now. Ignoring the front door, Shirohasu headed around the house, carefully climbing over the fence and padding up the stairs that led to the porch. He pulled his key out of his pocket and reached for the keyhole but before he could make it the door swung open.
"You're late," said the narrow-eyed face of his younger sister. Since she was opening the door and not his mother he supposed that she had to be asleep. He wasn't sure which would be harder to deal with right now but he didn't have a choice anyway. Her sharp brown eyes saw the state of his clothes and widened considerably. "Mom is going to kill you! You've ruined your uniform! How did you do that? You." she trailed off as she noticed the red stain that was slowly spreading outwards from the cut on his jacket.
"Its nothing," said Shirohasu quickly but his sister was quicker. She grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him over to the kitchen table, shoving him down in a chair while she grabbed the first-aide kit. She took off his ruined jacket, being carefully not letting anything to snag at the wound. In the light from the lone ceiling lamp Shirohasu could see the cut from which the redness swelled. It wasn't deep. His sister seemed to have made the same conclusions from her relieved sigh.
"You need to stop doing this!" she whispered with a voice high and strained. "Why do you always get yourself into fights? Mom really will kill you if she finds out about this!"
As Shirohasu's sister cleaned the wound he was lost in thought. He was trying to remember what had happened but it only came back in shards. He had been walking back home late from star-gazing at the planetarium and seen a foreign-looking woman heading into an alleyway, followed by a large man holding something under his jacket. Shirohasu remembered hearing a scream, dashing into the alleyway, and then after. He supposed that he must have fought, otherwise he wouldn't be this scratched up. He wasn't dead, though, and he had a feeling that he would be much more hurt if he had lost the fight. So he had won. He had won and all he could remember was running into the darkness and the merest fragment of a whisper in his mind.
"Choix," he found himself saying out loud, repeating what the strange voice had whispered to him.
His sister blinked, startled at the strange word. "What is it?" she asked as she fastened the end of the bandage with a piece of medical tape.
"Nothing," said Shirohasu as the brief memory of a whispered word floated away. As his sister began to move away he caught her hand and smiled at her. "You always take such good care of me, Anshi." With a brief smile she was gone, leaving Shirohasu to himself and the darkening night.
