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Demon\'s Dreaming	By : phemonoe Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Pairings:
Schuldig x Ran, Yohji x Ran, Crawford + Schuldig + Ran
Warnings:
Spoilers for entire series, severely AU, m/m relationships (a.k.a. yaoi), harsh
language, violence, lemon...the list goes on and on.
Disclaimer:
Sadly, I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters. I merely use them for
my own amusement.
AN: I’d like
to start by declaring this story almost completely AU. As such, I’ve either
distorted or completely removed certain events from the storyline, and done the
same to some of the characters…don’t worry, most of them will show up in one
form or another, eventually. Lastly, I really hate this first chapter.

Demon’s Dreaming
Chapter 1:
Rain
“Ran,
hurry!”
There were few
things in life that Fujimiya Ran knew to be true.
There were
even less that he could attest to with absolute certainty.
As for the
things that he could, there was the love his parents shared, a bond that to his
mind seemed unbreakable, even after so many years of marriage. Second, there
was his own affection for his little sister, yet another connection that had
endured many, many years, and more childish squabbles than he cared to
remember. Through it all, there was the assurance that there was a rightness to
his life, and to the link between his family members, something that would not
and could not ever be severed.
Ran had yet to
realise that he could be wrong. He also had yet to acknowledge, in this body
and mind of an adolescent on the verge of true adulthood, that absolute evil
existed in the world.
“Ran…Ran….”
But at the end
of all things, he would learn.

The
air was suffused with a peculiar sort of heat and yet, in one more irony placed
upon a seemingly endless stack, he could not feel it. Instead, his body,
bruised and battered as it may have been, was gripped with a sudden onset of
cold, one that he felt down to his very bones. He supposed that this was a
signal of his approaching death.
He found that
he did not mind it.
Everything had
been ripped away from him. Even now, in his mind’s eye (and it saw very far,
farther than it had when he was still alive and loved), the inferno raged
around him, the conjectured recollection of his parents’ bodies engulfed in
flames.
His sister lay
in a crumpled heap nearby, cocooned by the stones in which they had once lived,
her kimono stretched like spilled milk around her.
Was he dying?
“Ran…”
Gripped with
sudden pain, he stared up at the night sky and blinked furiously. To his
amazement, no tears came.
Was he dying?
The pain
receded. In its place was a void, a gaping maw that grew and grew until it
threatened to engulf him. Still he struggled, eyes wide and fearful, lest that
one fragile strand slipped away.
Was he…?
Footsteps. The
boy tilted his head to the side, to where his sister lay. Even now he could
sense her receding into the darkness, the single-minded brightness of her
consciousness slowly fading.
(…Ran…where?)
It still
burned.
(You failed
her, you know.)
The boy
frowned, unwilling to shift his gaze from the single white hand beneath the
rubble. Something niggled at his mind, teasing at the edges of awareness, but
he did not turn.
(She’s
dying.)
No. No. He
wouldn’t let her. Stubbornly, he clung to the feeble light, cradling it,
desperate to coax it back to brightness. Even in his cautious, loving hands, it
grew weaker.
(Ran?
Where…are you?)
Aya?
His heart
seized in his chest. There was no sign of movement from where his sister lay,
and yet…he could hear her, as clearly as if she had been kneeling beside him,
whispering in his ear. He refused to acknowledge that other voice, the
voice that spoke such lies about Aya-chan. She would be fine. She had to be.
Even if he died, she would go on and…
Aya?
The light
dimmed.
Aya?
(ranwheredidyou…?
nowaitwhere? mother…?)
And then it
was gone.
Ran fancied he
could almost hear the snap.
Abruptly, the
world came back into dazzling focus, a cacophony of voices filling his mind and
his body. The emptiness yawned deeper.
Was he dying?
Even as the
cold washed over him once more, and the shrill hum of the voices grew in
magnitude, he reached. And recoiled.
Blue eyes.
Aya,
please…where did you…?
(This is
your sin.)
Blue.
Pale and
almost colourless.
With a final,
wrenching scream, he fell into the darkness.
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