Abz: Well, we all know the story of Faust and Eliza, down to every last detail, right? WRONG! Do we know who the murderer was? Do we know how Faust and Eliza had met each other? Do we know how they fell in love? Well, all this will be explained… through my thoughts…
Warning: Twisted irony. Sad ending. BEWARE!
Disclaimer: Abz does not own Shaman King or any of its characters. If she did, the show would have a much higher rating.
Along a dusty German road, walked a little seven-year-old boy by the name of Johann Faust VIII, he carried several large books, and wore a loose red coat, that was a little to big for him. Little Faust had stopped under the second story window of a tall house, in the window he saw a girl about his age. Almost every time he passed by house she was always there watching him pass by. She was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. The window slid open and the soft face of the little girl peeped out.
Faust quickly turned his attention back to the road ahead, and blushed deeply.
"Please don't go away." A small voice softer than the coo of a dove, spoke to him.
He was frozen, no longer able to move, he just had to follow her request. So he turned and looked up to the girl, his cheeks feeling warm and becoming very red.
"I…" he blushed, stopping himself before he said anything stupid.
"Please don't go, I'm lonely, and no one will stop to talk with me." She pleaded.
He felt himself loose his grip on the heavy books he was carrying, he scrambled to pick them up, as she giggled slightly.
"Please come in and set your books down. You might need a break." She tried to persuade him. It worked. He walked up to the white door, he felt strange letting himself in, but kept going anyways. He found his way up the steps, 'Was she all alone in the house?' he asked himself.
Finally after making his way to the top, his heart was beating roughly, he felt his cheeks become warm again, as he found the door to her room wide open and the girl standing in the doorway. "Please come in." she spoke softly. Faust walked in slowly and stood in the middle of the room as Eliza walked over and sat down on her bed. At the foot of her bed was a chair, her wall was a pale shade of pink, and her bed was covered in white sheets. She was definitely feminine. However the room isn't what had caught his attention, it was the young girl who had asked him so kindly to come in. Her hair was long golden blonde, wavy, and covered in little pink bows; it framed her soft pale face perfectly. She wore a long flowing pink dress, tied in the back with a bow. Her smile was just so amazing, he was sure that he was blushing a color deeper than a rose.
"You can sit down if you want to." Eliza invited him cheerfully to sit on the chair next to the bed. He bowed slightly and sat down, setting his books down in his lap.
"I'm Eliza! What is your name?" she started.
"M-my name is Faust." He answered shyly, trying to hide his face behind his books.
She giggled at him, "That's a good name." she smiled, "What are you reading, Faust?"
To him his name sounded like it meant so much more than it really did when she said it. "I-I'm reading about the human anatomy." He answered quietly,
"Why?" She asked with a puzzled expression.
"I'm… studying to become a doctor…" he blushed. No replies or questions came after that. Faust looked up over his book and saw her staring blankly out the window "W-what will you be when you get older?" No reply came for a long while.
"I… don't know…" she answered sadly,
"Why not? Haven't you thought about it, Eliza?" He asked curiously.
"I don't think I'll do anything."
"Why not?"
"I'm not able to do much…"
"I'm sure you can!" he spoke up, then quickly quieted down, "I mean, everyone should be able to… right?"
"I can't… because I'm very sick." She sad as a tear slid down her cheek.
"You'll get better. Everyone does eventually."
"Not me. I have an bad disease… and it won't go away." Eliza paused, "I've had it since I was very little." The tears flowed at a fast rate now.
Faust had no clue how to act around crying girls. In fact, he had never been good around girls in general.
He put his small hand on her shoulder, "D-don't cry… I'll… I'll find a cure…" he said with confidence.
Eliza's tears slowed, "You… will1?"
"I promise." He finished slowly.
Eliza smiled, and threw her arms around him hugging him tightly. "Oh, thank you, Faust! Thank you!"
Abz: The next chapter promises to be much better! And If I don't get at least five reviews… I will not post the next chapter… and don't think I haven't gotten it written! Remember the sooner I get reviews… the faster I post the next chapter!
