12Hi, this will be my new story! It will be a PoT fanfiction. I know I should be updating Reaper of Chaos and the other PoT fic, but…I am a little stuck on both… Don't worry though, I will update as fast as possible! Anyway, give this a try, and I hope I will not utterly fail on this!
Disclaimer-
Don't own anything. Please, if I wrote it, no kid would want to read it. It would be like…be filled with sadistic bastards and vulgarities that make a sailor sputter.
Rating- T++
Notes: AU…somewhat. Possible shonen-ai, probably not going to be delved in though. Vulgarities, certain…materials not for young children, and whatnot.
The metallic taste in her mouth flooded her senses as she tried to resist gagging. Crimson liquid painted her white dress, torn for easier movement. Slowly pushing herself up, she cautiously looked over the windowsill. As she stared at the war-ravaged land, her eyes widened as she felt the dread in her chest increase. Once a land that had color, a land of songs and smiles, was now littered in bodies, blood and tears. "To think that you will be this cruel!" she cried out in shock and betrayal.
Suddenly, a light engulfed her, but not before seeing him. The smug smirk playing on his lips infuriated her.
"Bye~Ohime-chan~" the male said before disappearing in the beam.
Golden-brown eyes flew open as he woke from his dream. His sharp eyes darted around before he sighed and slowly sat up, holding his head as he groaned softly. 'It was that dream again…' he thought. Softly swinging his feet over his bed, he stood up, wincing slightly at the cool floor. 'Haven't had it for a while…' the teen 'tch'ed before making his way to the toilet, grabbing his school uniform as he left. Momo would be coming soon, if the clock hands indicating 7 A.M. was any form of proof. Sighing, he pulled on his uniform and tried to force down the dread seated deep in his gut. Something was going to happen…and he probably wouldn't like it. Growling under his breath he headed to the kitchen where his immediate family had gathered, chatting around the dinner table before looking at him, eyes wide.
"Arra? Ma-kun? You are awake already?" his mother, Echizen Rinko, greeted him, disbelief evident in her voice.
"Ryoma-san, this is the first time you woke up so early…Normally you would wake up around 7.30…" wonder laced his cousin, Meino Nanako's voice. He merely grunted at the two women, picking up a piece of toast before sitting on the last empty seat.
"Oya, oya… Seems like the seishonen had a bad dream!" The idiotic old man, Echizen Nanjirou, teased the pre-teen, smirking when Ryoma glared at him in annoyance. Muttering a goodbye under his breath, he grabbed his tennis racket and school bag, having heard a bicycle bell ring in the distance. Merely answering Momo's enthusiastic greeting with a curt grunt, he hopped onto the back of the indigo-eyed sophomore and they sped away, ignorant of the three people left in the kitchen.
The three pairs of eyes watched grimly at the back of the teen as he left, eyes narrowing in seriousness.
"Ohime-sama…Will he be alright?" Nanako muttered to no one. The adults looked at her with sad eyes before shaking their head slowly. "We'll never know… I just hope that Ryoma won't meet him." Rinko sighed as she stood up and picked up her bag. She checked her clothes for any creases before leaving, off to defend another client. Nanjirou watched sorrowfully as he looked on at his wife's slowly shrinking back. "I hope that too…" he muttered lowly, and stood up, his well-made 'perverted monk' façade slipping into place. Whistling like an idiot, he walked to the temple, swinging his arms lazily as he left. Nanako sighed as she too, left, making sure to leave the door locked before making her way to Tokyo U, for another day of learning.
What none of them noticed was a figure leaning against the outer wall of the Echizen's house. The figure grinned, its pointy fangs glinting in the light.
"I found you, O. Hi. Me. Chan~" Smirking, the figure turned around and headed towards its target's location.
That is Seishun Middle School, or as the students affectionately call it… Seigaku.
"I will find you, Ohime-chan…Then, we can be together forever…" giggled the figure as it walked down the vaguely familiar roads of Tokyo.
Well, how was it? Interesting? Good? Bad? Disgusting? Terrible? Sick? Ah well… See you next time, I suppose…