The one who understood. (Katherine Star 2)
Howdy all! This is like a sequel to my other fanfic, Katherine Star, but it's not. It's just another idea I had with the same characters, (Mainly after reading the manga) It would help to have read the last one, but you don't have too have done. This is a completely different story for your enjoyment!
Set just after Faust beat Yoh in the preliminary round.
Summery: Kat Star is an elf, and she's a shaman, one starry night, she meets a dark stranger in the park, a stranger who just beat Yoh in his preliminary round. Faust VIII!
CHAPTER TWO
Faust gazed out of the window of his dirty hotel room. The hotel itself had been abandoned years ago, but for a man who had lost everything, even his sanity, his humanity; it was all he could afford. The Shaman Tournament was hard enough, but Faust had to hide from police too. He was after all, a deranged psychopath whom many young girls would easily recognise as their attacker. But Kat, the pretty girl's image swum in his mind, blocking his view of the stars. He reached into his pocket and drew out the pendant. She had visited him three times already this week, each time leaving her pendant behind to reassure him she would return. She was so, incredibly beautiful, and during her three visits he had learned that she was intelligent, and a skilled worrier. She was his ideal woman, under Eliza of course. No one would replace Eliza, no one, never, not even Kat and her delicious figure. No one. He turned his head to look at the skeleton hanging on the wall. She was beautiful too, even in death. Faust could still see her glowing, silky soft skin. Her gentle smile, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling lovingly at him. He remembered her so well. Her crystal voice as she sang in the shower. He smiled to himself. She wasn't a very good singer, She could never hit the right notes, but it was beautiful to Faust, especially now that he heard it no more. Was he insane? He hoped not. A little disturbed maybe, but then, anyone who had seen their beautiful wife like that, dead, on the floor, blood pouring from her head like a red waterfall, would be disturbed. He began to hum again, a soft, German tune he knew well, Eliza used to play it on the piano.
Kat's beautiful image intruded on his memories and for the first time in a lot of years, Faust couldn't care less, yet, at the same time, he cared more. He felt torn, torn between his loyalty to Eliza, and his love for Katherine. He did love her, he knew it deep down, she had given him kindness, acceptance something he had long forgotten, but it hurt to think that Kat could take Eliza's place in his heart, but he couldn't stop thinking about how blissful life would be once more if she were by her side. He could touch happiness again, embrace it, love it. Everything would be perfect, just like it was once upon a time. But he couldn't just abandon Eliza, not after everything he had done for her. If he let go now, it would all be worthless. It would all have been for nothing. He couldn't let that happen, and at the same time, he felt he couldn't live like this, not anymore. His world had crumbled, and he had the chance to rebuild it, rebuild everything. His mind lingered on how happy he would be with Kat, how they would be so in love, and finally would marry. How they would have their home, how he would never let her out of his sight, and she wouldn't mind, because she was kind that way, how they would have children and grow old together, how they would have grand-children and great grandchildren, and everything would be so impossibly perfect.
But it was only a dream. Why would Kat ever love him anyway, he was a murderer after all, and Eliza, he would never let her down, not again. He smashed his dreams on Kat, and focused on his memories of Eliza. He had failed her once; he refused to do it again. He loved her, far more than he loved Katherine, and that was final. Nothing would ever change. He had tried to be happy before, but God had been cruel and stripped him of that dream, why wouldn't god do it again if he tried again? No, he wouldn't love Kat. He would bury his feelings for her in his sorrows. He wouldn't think of her. Not anymore. He looked down at her pendant. But she could still visit. He raised it so it was level with his eyes. Yes, she could still visit; he would like that, very much.