A/N: Yeah, I know, it's been forever since my first venture into this particular realm of
fanfiction. It wasn't that I stopped liking Shaman King, it's just that I more or less
rediscovered what I liked about it so much. And this is the result. Enjoy.
-----
Ah.... The white moon is enclosed by darkness
Time stops, the sleep is restless
The long night is mourning
Light is coming
Shining innocently
Just like your dreams
Anna had awaken some time before, and now she could clearly hear a voice singing
softly. Unable to sleep anyhow, she shrugged on a robe and went to find out who it was.
This particular hotel of theirs had a balcony, which she herself had occupied earlier that
night to watch the sunset. As she padded down the hallway to it, she caught a glimpse of
someone standing where she had hours beforehand. As she crept closer, unwilling to
disturb the singer, she finally was able to see who it was... Faust.
He was standing there, bathed in the moon's light, singing to himself. She couldn't
understand the words; it must be in German, Faust's native language. She had heard him
slip into it rather often, especially when angry or upset. The language itself was at times
harsh sounding, but listening to his singing, it was rather beautiful. She was entranced
(though she probably wouldn't admit it), and stood there in the doorway, unable or
unwilling to move. After some time-- she wasn't sure how long-- he stopped, and gave a
loud sigh.
"Ich weiß, daß Sie dort, sind. I know you are there. Come out, bitte," he said, without
turning around. Anna wasn't surprised. Despite appearances, Faust was very observant,
which kind of fit the doctor profile. She walked out and stood beside him. "Fräulein
Anna."
"Herr Faust," she replied, pleased that she had learned at least one non-swear word from
the man. She glanced sideways to see he had a small smile on his face. He seemed to be
in no hurry to make small talk, so she spoke again. "That was a very beautiful song. What
was it?"
"Ah... It is called Weißer Mond, or, as you would say, White Moon," he replied. "I wrote
it as a song for Eliza."
Ah, the dead wife. Anna couldn't help but admire how devoted Faust was to her, even if
it was borderline obsession. No, scratch that, it was obsession. His loyalty to her, even in
death, was both endearing and frightening. His appearance didn't help matters any-- the
dark circles under his eyes, the bluish-purple mouth, the pale skin, and haunted blue eyes.
He was the original gothic, before black became a color-must.
"I'm sure she loves it," she said, not realizing she had used the present tense instead of
past. She didn't know whether or not to correct herself-- sometimes, with the way he
acted, it was hard to tell.
"I'm sure she would," he said softly. "Danke."
"Your welcome," she replied, recognizing the thank you, different language or not.
A moment of silence passed between the two, but it wasn't entirely uncomfortable. Faust
kept his sight on the moon, as if in awe of it. She gazed up at it as well, losing herself to
thought. So much so, in fact, that she had to ask him to repeat himself.
"What did you say?"
"I asked if you could not sleep. Obviously, you can't, or did my singing awake you? If it
did, I apologize." That was another thing about him-- he could be deadly in battle, but
sweet and kind any time else. It was an unnerving paradox.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I just couldn't sleep. And you?"
"Rarely do I rest, despite the morphine."
"Morphine?" Anna had seen him inject himself several times with something; it must be
morphine.
"Ja. I use it to numb myself... but it makes you tired. Sometimes I take things to help with
that, too," he said. He made a gesture to his face, and for the first time looked at her.
"This... is the result."
"Why?"
"Warum? There are many reasons," he said, his eyes drifting back to the moon.
"How long has it been... since..." Anna stopped herself. How could she ask him that? He
stayed facing the moon, but gave her a sideways glance.
"Since Eliza... died?" he asked. She nodded. He lowered his head, a bitter expression on
his face. "Zehn Jahre... ten years," he said. "She would have been thirty-six with my
thirty-three, just beginning our greatest years together...."
"Twenty-six, then?" Anna said, doing some quick calculations. "So young, the both of
you. I know what it's like to be alone, yet I can't imagine.... If I lost Yoh--" she cut
herself off. She couldn't think like that.
"Ah, fräulein Anna, you are much too young yourself to worry so much, even if it is for
herr Yoh," he said, the small smile returning.
"I can't help it," she admitted. Somehow, despite being very private and in the presence
of a known madman, she felt she could confess everything to him. Faust was odd like
that.
"You know, mein liebes Eliza never worried, even about death. She was on the brink of it
for so very long. She told me once that she realized, she could never fear or worry about
death, for if she did, it would only bring her more pain. Instead, she said that she would
live each day as if was her last, so when death did come, she had no regrets. Sometimes...
I wonder if she knew. She always seemed to know things like that," he said. It appeared
that what she had just thought about him was a two-way street. Despite his obsession for
his lost wife, he rarely spoke anything about her, except of her death and his desire to
resurrect her.
"Do... do you think that maybe... she had the right idea?"
"Yes," he said simply. "Still..."
"Faust?"
"Ja, Anna?"
"I've often heard of people taking their own lives to be with the ones they loved. Why
didn't you do that?" Realizing it was a rather bold question, even for her, she quickly
added, "Never mind. You don't have to answer that."
"No, it is okay. I have no true secrets. I will not lie-- I did think about it. Many times. But
I knew I could not; I needed to remain here and bring her back to us."
" 'Us?'"
"Mein Sohn... ah... my son and I," he said. Anna looked at him in surprise. This was the
first time she had ever heard of any mention of a son. Faust caught her look, and,
surprising her even more, laughed lightly. "Ah, does that surprise you, fräulein Anna?"
"You never mentioned him before."
"You never asked," he replied. Anna quirked an eyebrow at the necromancer.
"Let me guess, Faust IX?"
"Empath, indeed," he said, and she couldn't help but give a slight glare at the teasing. He
just looked back to the moon.
"How old is he?"
"I thought you were already taken." This time there was nothing slight about the glare. He
laughed again. "Forgive me, I meant no harm. He is... ah... about your age, I'd say.
Fourteen?" Anna nodded.
"So where is he?"
"With my brother's family, back in Deutschland," he said. "And yes, I do miss him so.
He was but four years old when Eliza died, and lucky enough to be away from the clinic
at a friend's house for the night."
"At least you didn't lose both of them," Anna told the gothic man.
"Yes.... For some things, I am ever so thankful." Another moment of silence. "And what
about you?"
"Am I thankful? For Yoh, I am. For the others, yes-- including you. I don't think Yoh
could have made it this far without all of you, and I know I wouldn't have made it
anywhere near here without him. For all that... I am thankful."
"You discredit yourself too much, fräulein Anna. You have helped Yoh much more than
any of us... especially I." A dark look crossed his face.
"Manta has forgiven you for that, you know," she told him. He nodded gently.
"I know... I know."
He focused once again on the moon. It's soft glow was comforting to Anna; just by
looking at it, many of her fears and worries lessened. She could understand why Faust
loved it. As the minutes passed, she thought back to that song he had been singing.
"That song... White Moon... could you sing it for me?"
"In your language?"
"Bitte?" she asked, glad she could bring that small smile back to his face. He nodded, and
began to sing.
"Ah.... The white moon is enclosed by darkness
Time stops, the sleep is restless
The long night is mourning
Light is coming
Shining innocently
Just like your dreams..."
She didn't need to be an empath to feel the emotion behind the words. It was there, in his
voice. Sometimes she could hear places where his voice almost broke, but he would
continue anyway. It was such a sad, yet beautiful song. It was her lullaby, as she soon fell
asleep.
The next morning, she awoke in her bed. Faust must've carried her there after she drifted
off. The sun came in through the slats of the window blinds, making stripes across her
bed. She smiled; her worries were still allayed. Eliza had been right. You can't worry
about things, even death. You live each day like it was your last. Maybe that was what
Yoh had been trying to tell her for so long.
As she dressed, the last few lines of Faust's song came to her, and she sang them softly to
herself.
"This sun will not rise
But always remains in my heart
So the sky is always radiant nonetheless
Who is there for the sake of my beloved?
You are the white moon..."
A/N: So, how was it? Yes, I adore Faust. And yeah, I probably had him out of character,
but... oh, well, ne? I know I made the jump with son idea. I'm not even sure where it
came from, honestly, it just seemed to fit this somehow. ::shrug:: No harm, no foul.
The song, btw, is Faust's theme or character song, and yes, it is called White Moon. It's in
Japanese, though, not German. I just thought, since he is German, he'd write in it.
Translation for the German:
Ich weiß, daß Sie dort, sind -- "I know you are there."
Bitte -- Please
Fräulein -- Miss or young lady
Herr -- Mister, sir, etc.
Weißer Mond -- White Moon
Danke -- Thank you
Ja -- Yes
Warum -- Why
Zehn Jahre -- Ten years
Mein liebes -- My dear, my love, etc.
Mein Sohn -- My son
Deutschland -- Germany
Sorry, if you think I used too much. I'm big on using different languages in my writings,
anime especially.
Well, you know what to do-- review! And yes, flames are fine, I have no problem with
them as long as they aren't redundant or excessive.
fanfiction. It wasn't that I stopped liking Shaman King, it's just that I more or less
rediscovered what I liked about it so much. And this is the result. Enjoy.
-----
Ah.... The white moon is enclosed by darkness
Time stops, the sleep is restless
The long night is mourning
Light is coming
Shining innocently
Just like your dreams
Anna had awaken some time before, and now she could clearly hear a voice singing
softly. Unable to sleep anyhow, she shrugged on a robe and went to find out who it was.
This particular hotel of theirs had a balcony, which she herself had occupied earlier that
night to watch the sunset. As she padded down the hallway to it, she caught a glimpse of
someone standing where she had hours beforehand. As she crept closer, unwilling to
disturb the singer, she finally was able to see who it was... Faust.
He was standing there, bathed in the moon's light, singing to himself. She couldn't
understand the words; it must be in German, Faust's native language. She had heard him
slip into it rather often, especially when angry or upset. The language itself was at times
harsh sounding, but listening to his singing, it was rather beautiful. She was entranced
(though she probably wouldn't admit it), and stood there in the doorway, unable or
unwilling to move. After some time-- she wasn't sure how long-- he stopped, and gave a
loud sigh.
"Ich weiß, daß Sie dort, sind. I know you are there. Come out, bitte," he said, without
turning around. Anna wasn't surprised. Despite appearances, Faust was very observant,
which kind of fit the doctor profile. She walked out and stood beside him. "Fräulein
Anna."
"Herr Faust," she replied, pleased that she had learned at least one non-swear word from
the man. She glanced sideways to see he had a small smile on his face. He seemed to be
in no hurry to make small talk, so she spoke again. "That was a very beautiful song. What
was it?"
"Ah... It is called Weißer Mond, or, as you would say, White Moon," he replied. "I wrote
it as a song for Eliza."
Ah, the dead wife. Anna couldn't help but admire how devoted Faust was to her, even if
it was borderline obsession. No, scratch that, it was obsession. His loyalty to her, even in
death, was both endearing and frightening. His appearance didn't help matters any-- the
dark circles under his eyes, the bluish-purple mouth, the pale skin, and haunted blue eyes.
He was the original gothic, before black became a color-must.
"I'm sure she loves it," she said, not realizing she had used the present tense instead of
past. She didn't know whether or not to correct herself-- sometimes, with the way he
acted, it was hard to tell.
"I'm sure she would," he said softly. "Danke."
"Your welcome," she replied, recognizing the thank you, different language or not.
A moment of silence passed between the two, but it wasn't entirely uncomfortable. Faust
kept his sight on the moon, as if in awe of it. She gazed up at it as well, losing herself to
thought. So much so, in fact, that she had to ask him to repeat himself.
"What did you say?"
"I asked if you could not sleep. Obviously, you can't, or did my singing awake you? If it
did, I apologize." That was another thing about him-- he could be deadly in battle, but
sweet and kind any time else. It was an unnerving paradox.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I just couldn't sleep. And you?"
"Rarely do I rest, despite the morphine."
"Morphine?" Anna had seen him inject himself several times with something; it must be
morphine.
"Ja. I use it to numb myself... but it makes you tired. Sometimes I take things to help with
that, too," he said. He made a gesture to his face, and for the first time looked at her.
"This... is the result."
"Why?"
"Warum? There are many reasons," he said, his eyes drifting back to the moon.
"How long has it been... since..." Anna stopped herself. How could she ask him that? He
stayed facing the moon, but gave her a sideways glance.
"Since Eliza... died?" he asked. She nodded. He lowered his head, a bitter expression on
his face. "Zehn Jahre... ten years," he said. "She would have been thirty-six with my
thirty-three, just beginning our greatest years together...."
"Twenty-six, then?" Anna said, doing some quick calculations. "So young, the both of
you. I know what it's like to be alone, yet I can't imagine.... If I lost Yoh--" she cut
herself off. She couldn't think like that.
"Ah, fräulein Anna, you are much too young yourself to worry so much, even if it is for
herr Yoh," he said, the small smile returning.
"I can't help it," she admitted. Somehow, despite being very private and in the presence
of a known madman, she felt she could confess everything to him. Faust was odd like
that.
"You know, mein liebes Eliza never worried, even about death. She was on the brink of it
for so very long. She told me once that she realized, she could never fear or worry about
death, for if she did, it would only bring her more pain. Instead, she said that she would
live each day as if was her last, so when death did come, she had no regrets. Sometimes...
I wonder if she knew. She always seemed to know things like that," he said. It appeared
that what she had just thought about him was a two-way street. Despite his obsession for
his lost wife, he rarely spoke anything about her, except of her death and his desire to
resurrect her.
"Do... do you think that maybe... she had the right idea?"
"Yes," he said simply. "Still..."
"Faust?"
"Ja, Anna?"
"I've often heard of people taking their own lives to be with the ones they loved. Why
didn't you do that?" Realizing it was a rather bold question, even for her, she quickly
added, "Never mind. You don't have to answer that."
"No, it is okay. I have no true secrets. I will not lie-- I did think about it. Many times. But
I knew I could not; I needed to remain here and bring her back to us."
" 'Us?'"
"Mein Sohn... ah... my son and I," he said. Anna looked at him in surprise. This was the
first time she had ever heard of any mention of a son. Faust caught her look, and,
surprising her even more, laughed lightly. "Ah, does that surprise you, fräulein Anna?"
"You never mentioned him before."
"You never asked," he replied. Anna quirked an eyebrow at the necromancer.
"Let me guess, Faust IX?"
"Empath, indeed," he said, and she couldn't help but give a slight glare at the teasing. He
just looked back to the moon.
"How old is he?"
"I thought you were already taken." This time there was nothing slight about the glare. He
laughed again. "Forgive me, I meant no harm. He is... ah... about your age, I'd say.
Fourteen?" Anna nodded.
"So where is he?"
"With my brother's family, back in Deutschland," he said. "And yes, I do miss him so.
He was but four years old when Eliza died, and lucky enough to be away from the clinic
at a friend's house for the night."
"At least you didn't lose both of them," Anna told the gothic man.
"Yes.... For some things, I am ever so thankful." Another moment of silence. "And what
about you?"
"Am I thankful? For Yoh, I am. For the others, yes-- including you. I don't think Yoh
could have made it this far without all of you, and I know I wouldn't have made it
anywhere near here without him. For all that... I am thankful."
"You discredit yourself too much, fräulein Anna. You have helped Yoh much more than
any of us... especially I." A dark look crossed his face.
"Manta has forgiven you for that, you know," she told him. He nodded gently.
"I know... I know."
He focused once again on the moon. It's soft glow was comforting to Anna; just by
looking at it, many of her fears and worries lessened. She could understand why Faust
loved it. As the minutes passed, she thought back to that song he had been singing.
"That song... White Moon... could you sing it for me?"
"In your language?"
"Bitte?" she asked, glad she could bring that small smile back to his face. He nodded, and
began to sing.
"Ah.... The white moon is enclosed by darkness
Time stops, the sleep is restless
The long night is mourning
Light is coming
Shining innocently
Just like your dreams..."
She didn't need to be an empath to feel the emotion behind the words. It was there, in his
voice. Sometimes she could hear places where his voice almost broke, but he would
continue anyway. It was such a sad, yet beautiful song. It was her lullaby, as she soon fell
asleep.
The next morning, she awoke in her bed. Faust must've carried her there after she drifted
off. The sun came in through the slats of the window blinds, making stripes across her
bed. She smiled; her worries were still allayed. Eliza had been right. You can't worry
about things, even death. You live each day like it was your last. Maybe that was what
Yoh had been trying to tell her for so long.
As she dressed, the last few lines of Faust's song came to her, and she sang them softly to
herself.
"This sun will not rise
But always remains in my heart
So the sky is always radiant nonetheless
Who is there for the sake of my beloved?
You are the white moon..."
A/N: So, how was it? Yes, I adore Faust. And yeah, I probably had him out of character,
but... oh, well, ne? I know I made the jump with son idea. I'm not even sure where it
came from, honestly, it just seemed to fit this somehow. ::shrug:: No harm, no foul.
The song, btw, is Faust's theme or character song, and yes, it is called White Moon. It's in
Japanese, though, not German. I just thought, since he is German, he'd write in it.
Translation for the German:
Ich weiß, daß Sie dort, sind -- "I know you are there."
Bitte -- Please
Fräulein -- Miss or young lady
Herr -- Mister, sir, etc.
Weißer Mond -- White Moon
Danke -- Thank you
Ja -- Yes
Warum -- Why
Zehn Jahre -- Ten years
Mein liebes -- My dear, my love, etc.
Mein Sohn -- My son
Deutschland -- Germany
Sorry, if you think I used too much. I'm big on using different languages in my writings,
anime especially.
Well, you know what to do-- review! And yes, flames are fine, I have no problem with
them as long as they aren't redundant or excessive.