This is the first story I've posted on fanfiction so I apologize for my lack of notes and stuff in my chapters. I thought there was a way to type them up on the website like the old one I was on, but there wasn't, so here's my first note! For any of you that recognize this story from another site, it's because this is the same story. Luna is shutting down so I edited it a bit and moved it here. Now, this chapter is sad and maybe a bit creepy? I dunno, depends on who you are. I figured I'd warn you all. That's it for now, thanks for reading!
Aelita leaned against the front door to her house, wondering why Rin would get so serious sometimes. She really hated to see him get so down.
"I think I made my point to him though," she said with a smile.
After one last peak out the window to spy on Rin, Aelita looked around her house. It seemed quiet and the only light in the house came from the setting sun filtering through the windows. Aelita slipped off her shoes and walked towards the kitchen to grab a snack, but she stopped when she saw her empty bowl of cereal still on the counter from that morning. Her mom would always clean up the kitchen before leaving for work.
The young girl pondered this for a moment and decided her mom must have gone to work early that day. With a shrug, she crawled onto the kitchen counter to dig through the cabinets that hung out of her reach. She grabbed a package of fruit snacks and sat on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth to create a steady rhythm of thumps as her feet hit the cupboards below.
"Moooom? Daaaaaaaaaaad?" she called through a mouth full of fruit snacks.
Her voice echoed throughout the kitchen, but there was no response from her parents.
"Must be gone still," Aelita decided.
She tossed the final fruit snack into her mouth before hopping off the counter. She crinkled up the wrapper in a small fist and threw it away as she skipped past the garbage and towards the stairs. Once she made it to the top, she took a right turn to get to her room. She threw her backpack on her bed and plopped down beside it, looking out her doorway to the door across the hall leading to her parents room. That's when she noticed that their door was closed.
"They only close that when they get ready in the morning," Aelita's brow wrinkled in confusion.
Being the curious girl that she was, she stood from her bed and walked towards the room. As she walked she found that the hall seemed longer than usual, the houses eerie silence causing her to feel nervous. Each step she took didn't seem to take her anywhere. With another nervous glance at her parents' door, she found that it was open a crack. She couldn't make out anything through the crack, but she figured it was a sign that her parents might be in there. So, she continued down the hall, fear creeping its way into her stomach. But why? Why was she afraid?
After what seemed like hours of walking, Aelita came to a halt at her parents' door. She knocked on it softly but received no reply. She knocked again, louder this time, calling for her parents. With no response she opened the door a few inches more only to fall back away from it in shock. The narrow crack in the door revealed to her a large red puddle.
"B-Blood?" Aelita asked no one in particular, her voice several octaves higher than usual.
Was it really blood? It couldn't be right? Aelita kept repeating that to herself, it couldn't be blood, it wasn't possible. With that she gained enough courage to shove the door open the rest of the way, but as soon as she did so she regretted it. In fact, she would regret it for the rest of her life. A few feet from the door lied her mother, her face stuck in a look of horror, blood covering her pretty face.
Aelita starred at her in terror, the foul odor of death creeping towards her, trying to wrap its cold fingers around her body. Tears began to flood her eyes so she quickly looked away from her mother only to find that her father was lying a few feet away from her. His face wasn't facing her but she could see blood surrounding him on the floor as well.
"No…" Aelita mumbled, tears beginning to pour down her cheeks.
Lying dead on the floor before Aelita were her parents.
"NO!" she screamed as if her words would make this all go away. But her parents remained motionless on the floor and she couldn't make sense of it. They had just taken her to school that morning. Aelita remembered how her mom kept fretting with her dress, trying to wipe off the dirt that Aelita had managed to smear into it on their way to school. Her dad on the other hand just laughed and messed up Aelita's hair.
Before departing they had hugged her and kissed her, telling her to have a great day at school.
"We love you!" they had said to her before she ran off to attend class.
Now they were dead, their final words echoing inside the head of their daughter. Aelita was alone in the world, alone and scared. She shuffled into the room, holding her hand to her face to try and keep the smell of death away. Everything began to blur as her tears continued to flow nonstop.
All Aelita could bring herself to do was close their eyes and mouths to rid their beautiful faces of the horrified expressions they wore. Now it was almost like they were sleeping.
What was she supposed to do now? Maybe they were actually sleeping, or maybe she was the one sleeping. In a few hours she'd wake up to find that this was all a nightmare, then she could run to her parents and get lost in their loving embrace. But deep inside her a voice told her they were gone, she had to leave. If she didn't leave she could die too.
Before she even knew what she was doing, she was in her room, throwing things into a bag. Aelita wasn't even aware of what she threw into the bag; she just knew she had to leave. She didn't know where to go or why she was even leaving, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
Soon she found herself dragging her bag down the stairs to the kitchen, filling the rest of the empty space with food. Then after grabbing a few pictures off the fridge she left the house.
Aelita closed the door gently behind her and looked up to the sky. She noted the sun could barely be seen over the horizon.
"Now what?" she murmured to herself, fresh tears beginning to run down her cheeks.
"Come on Yukio! Hurry up!" Rin yelled, practically dragging his brother to school.
"I-I'm trying Nii-san!" Yukio panted.
Today was one of the first days Rin was excited to go to school. Yukio was feeling better so Rin could introduce him to his new friend, Aelita, but Yukio was so slow! Rin couldn't let Aelita get to school first!
"We're almost there!" Rin called to his brother who was beginning to fall behind.
Father Fujimoto picked Yukio up and sat him on his shoulders. "Easy Rin! Yukio just got over a cold you know."
"But I can't let Aelita win!" Rin said as he burst through the school door. He looked around in excitement and found that he had beaten her to school.
"YES!" he cheered.
Father Fujimoto sat Yukio down on the ground and let him try and calm Rin down as he went to talk to the teacher.
"Nii-san, don't yell," Yukio said quietly.
Rin smiled, "Sorry, I'm just excited!"
"Is this girl your girlfriend or something?" Yukio asked curiously.
"Of course not!" Rin scowled.
Yukio gave a quiet laugh as Rin grumbled to himself. The boys almost missed the group of kids nearby who were whispering about the same person Rin was waiting for.
When the twins realized the kids were talking about Aelita they quickly listened in.
"Yeah! The cops didn't know they were dead til morning, and they still haven't found Aelita's body!" a chubby boy announced.
"That could mean she didn't die though, couldn't it?" a quiet girl chimed in hopefully.
"Well what else do you think happened?" the leader of the conversation said.
"Maybe she'll be raised by wolves!" a kid pitched in.
"Or she killed herself after seeing her parents," another girl said, tears in her eyes.
"Well, one thing is for sure, I told her something like this would happen," the leader said.
"You did?" most of the kids said in unison.
"Yup, I sure did. I told her that talking to demons is bad luck, but she went and played with Rin anyway, now she's either dead or as good as dead!" the leader said, acting all high and mighty for his accurate prediction.
"That's awful!" a girl sobbed.
"GAH! The demon boy is right there!" somebody shouted.
Then the kids scattered, leaving an emotionless Rin, and a startled Yukio behind them.
"N-Nii-san?" Yukio said nervously, glancing at his brother.
Rin wouldn't look at him; he stared at the floor, his bangs shadowing his eyes, but they couldn't hide the tears dripping off his chin.
Aelita was gone, and it was all his fault.
I'm sorry about all the sad. ;~; The next chapter will be happier, I promise! I love feedback, so leave a review so I can improve future chapters! Please and thank you!
~Scottie