Another side, Another story - Birth of the Blue Flame [1/4]
Autor’s Note: So I found myself bored at lunchbreak today and since basically nobody is in the bureau I ended up writing fanfiction. |D
Originally I wanted to write this as german One Shot and submit it at the AniNite fanfiction contest (biggest con in Austria), but about three sentences in I realised that I’m absolutely unable to write fanfic in german, because I keep thinking the sentences in English. orzorzorz
Oh well… at least, this way I won’t have to wait with publishing it. XD;
I think it probably would have extended the word limit anyways, considering that it I’m planning it to be a three or four shot now. /not quite sure yet
...I admit, I have no idea what I'm writing there. |D;;;;;
I hope you enjoy.
Category: Digimon: Xros Wars
Characters: Kiriha, Nene, Greymon, MailBirdramon, and others
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoiler for Xros Wars 43 all around. Icey is abusing Present Tense again orz
Summary: We all know how Taiki came to the Digital World, how Xros Heart came to be. But before that another human arrived, searching for the greatest strength…
--- Another side, Another story - Birth of the Blue Flame ----
--- Part 1: Kiriha ---
Sometimes Kiriha thinks he will never be rid of the pain.
That he will always be left with the dull throb deep, deep, deep within his soul, that hard knot that he’s been trying to ignore ever since his parents’ death.
It will take years for it to fade, he supposes, until he has proven himself stronger than his father and taken back all the things taken from him.
(Even though he won’t ever be able to gain back what he is longing for the most - no matter how much he denies it - and he hates himself for it just like he hates his father for pushing him and in the end leaving him to be betrayed.)
He can’t shake the pain, no matter how much he masks it with indifference. Not until he has found the ultimate strength.
But he isn’t sure he ever will find that; not in this world at least, not when he is seen as nothing but a child; where he is betrayed for it by the people he is supposed to be able to trust, where no other adult takes him seriously and where all the rest avoided him.
(He is cold like ice, he’s heard his peers whisper ever since the accident, scary even. He is a boy without heart.)
‘Before’ (when everything had been good, when he hadn’t been just by himself) the never ending whispering would have bothered him, would have made him cry - but he had been weak back then, and he wasn’t that kid they had once pushed around anymore.
It’s all nothing but talk, nothing but words and words can’t hurt him.
They don’t dare to touch him anymore, he knows, because that one time one of the bulkier boys in his class had reached for him, angry about some comment regarding his intelligence (or rather there lack of) that Kiriha had made, one stare had been enough to force him to submit. (“Parentless freak!” he had hissed instead, eyes narrowed and head lowered, before he had run off to wherever.)
If he was meant to be an outsider, then he would hold that title with pride.
(He would be strong.)
He holds it even now at fourteen, a little less than four years after his parents’ death.
By now the words of others have stopped touching him long ago, because he knows an outsider that manages to hold his own against the rest of society is more powerful than all of them together.
And power is the only, truly important thing there is.
(Because the ones that show weakness are nothing but trash. Worthless. And that’s a thought that Kiriha just can’t stand. He won’t be weak. Never again.)
All he needs is a chance to prove himself.
(Just one chance would be enough. To surpass his father. To make him proud.)
Far too often he ends up thinking about that chance - where to find it, how to take it if it ever showed its face… so even today, the one afternoon when everything changes. When he hears the Voice.
That low whisper that nobody but him is able to hear.
“You…? Yes… you are the one.”
“What?” he yelps, confused and wary of the sudden whisper that seems to come from nowhere and yet at the same time everywhere at once.
And suddenly there is light all around and in front of him and when he dares to open his eyes again, it has formed a portal to a strangely green and yellow place that doesn’t seem to have ground, sky or walls. Right in the middle of that place, he can see another light that slowly materializes itself as some sort of grey device.
He almost feels as if in trance as he walks up to the smaller light, and before he has truly realized just what is happening, he has already touched the device and is watching fascinated as the grey shell changes its colour to a deep, dark blue.
Then he turns his head back towards the entrance; the street he has just been walking along seems so very far away already! Then it is totally gone and he is falling, falling, falling… colours all around him and the last thing he’s aware of before his world turns black is the Voice’s last whisper.
“You are the one, whose love I’m meant to guard.”
--- TBC ---
Please, leave a comment!
Originally I wanted to write this as german One Shot and submit it at the AniNite fanfiction contest (biggest con in Austria), but about three sentences in I realised that I’m absolutely unable to write fanfic in german, because I keep thinking the sentences in English. orzorzorz
Oh well… at least, this way I won’t have to wait with publishing it. XD;
I think it probably would have extended the word limit anyways, considering that it I’m planning it to be a three or four shot now. /not quite sure yet
...I admit, I have no idea what I'm writing there. |D;;;;;
I hope you enjoy.
Category: Digimon: Xros Wars
Characters: Kiriha, Nene, Greymon, MailBirdramon, and others
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoiler for Xros Wars 43 all around. Icey is abusing Present Tense again orz
Summary: We all know how Taiki came to the Digital World, how Xros Heart came to be. But before that another human arrived, searching for the greatest strength…
--- Another side, Another story - Birth of the Blue Flame ----
--- Part 1: Kiriha ---
Sometimes Kiriha thinks he will never be rid of the pain.
That he will always be left with the dull throb deep, deep, deep within his soul, that hard knot that he’s been trying to ignore ever since his parents’ death.
It will take years for it to fade, he supposes, until he has proven himself stronger than his father and taken back all the things taken from him.
(Even though he won’t ever be able to gain back what he is longing for the most - no matter how much he denies it - and he hates himself for it just like he hates his father for pushing him and in the end leaving him to be betrayed.)
He can’t shake the pain, no matter how much he masks it with indifference. Not until he has found the ultimate strength.
But he isn’t sure he ever will find that; not in this world at least, not when he is seen as nothing but a child; where he is betrayed for it by the people he is supposed to be able to trust, where no other adult takes him seriously and where all the rest avoided him.
(He is cold like ice, he’s heard his peers whisper ever since the accident, scary even. He is a boy without heart.)
‘Before’ (when everything had been good, when he hadn’t been just by himself) the never ending whispering would have bothered him, would have made him cry - but he had been weak back then, and he wasn’t that kid they had once pushed around anymore.
It’s all nothing but talk, nothing but words and words can’t hurt him.
They don’t dare to touch him anymore, he knows, because that one time one of the bulkier boys in his class had reached for him, angry about some comment regarding his intelligence (or rather there lack of) that Kiriha had made, one stare had been enough to force him to submit. (“Parentless freak!” he had hissed instead, eyes narrowed and head lowered, before he had run off to wherever.)
If he was meant to be an outsider, then he would hold that title with pride.
(He would be strong.)
He holds it even now at fourteen, a little less than four years after his parents’ death.
By now the words of others have stopped touching him long ago, because he knows an outsider that manages to hold his own against the rest of society is more powerful than all of them together.
And power is the only, truly important thing there is.
(Because the ones that show weakness are nothing but trash. Worthless. And that’s a thought that Kiriha just can’t stand. He won’t be weak. Never again.)
All he needs is a chance to prove himself.
(Just one chance would be enough. To surpass his father. To make him proud.)
Far too often he ends up thinking about that chance - where to find it, how to take it if it ever showed its face… so even today, the one afternoon when everything changes. When he hears the Voice.
That low whisper that nobody but him is able to hear.
“You…? Yes… you are the one.”
“What?” he yelps, confused and wary of the sudden whisper that seems to come from nowhere and yet at the same time everywhere at once.
And suddenly there is light all around and in front of him and when he dares to open his eyes again, it has formed a portal to a strangely green and yellow place that doesn’t seem to have ground, sky or walls. Right in the middle of that place, he can see another light that slowly materializes itself as some sort of grey device.
He almost feels as if in trance as he walks up to the smaller light, and before he has truly realized just what is happening, he has already touched the device and is watching fascinated as the grey shell changes its colour to a deep, dark blue.
Then he turns his head back towards the entrance; the street he has just been walking along seems so very far away already! Then it is totally gone and he is falling, falling, falling… colours all around him and the last thing he’s aware of before his world turns black is the Voice’s last whisper.
“You are the one, whose love I’m meant to guard.”
--- TBC ---
Please, leave a comment!