Fandom : Tsubasa Chronicle
Characters : Kurogane & Fai
Rating : T (for language, blood, and violence)
Genre : Drama/Mystery
Author : Phoebe Yuu
Warnings : Not much for now except for mess up English. But in later chapter there’ll be violence and swearing (you guess who’ll be playing this part ^ ^;) and the most important there will be shonen-ai or Boy’s love in later chapters. So for you homophobic, tell me if you don’t like it and I’ll let you kick yourself out of my story. But for homophobic who curious till death with this story, I’ll let you with honor to imagine Fai as a girl since he was so beautiful till no women around him could quarreled his beauty (imagine him with frilly dress and Furisode – woman kimono! Gyaaaaa! I’m dying of nosebleed!!!).
Disclaimer : Yuu: There, there Kuro-puppy. Did you ever see or hear that I own your story? Kurogane: The hell if you owned my story! Don’t know what would you do to me and Fai! And my name isn’t Kuro-puppy, it’s KUROGANE!! Yuu: Aah… your temper got hold you best. Leaving him. Fai-san, would you do disclaimer part for me? Fai: Of course, Yuu-chan! There, Yuu-chan don’t own Tsubasa Chronicle. Even though I thought that she will become a fine God of Yaoi if she owned it.
Attention : This is AU (Alternate Universe) fic. So, it doesn’t matter if you had known the story or not, you can enjoy it as a whole new story, with borrowed characters.
Buried Alive
Prologue
Warm autumn breeze slowly turned colder and colder every day passed. The cold air promised a snowy winter that rolled closer. And in a time like this, the breeze felt deadly cold when the night claimed its place. Usually there was no one insane enough to go out in the cold evening if it wasn’t for some important task. But there she was, wandering outside her house with just a nightgown and slippers.
Why she was there, she didn’t know either. What she knew was that she was there and she let her feet took her wherever they want. Some people might think it was utterly crazy to let the feet led the way, but not for her. She used to know that sometimes her body understands what her mind didn’t. So she kept walking because she also felt that her heart understands something would happen.
She looked at her surrounding to recognize where exactly she was. She could know almost instantly that she was at a main street of her new house when she looked at its red pavement, some shops beside her that had a large glass pane, the park across her, and the unique street lamp, which became the city’s trademark. She also realized that there were some people walking in the same pedestrian street as her. Not like her, the others used a coat and sweater to blocked the nearly winter wind. And not like them, eventhough she used nothing but plain nightgown and slippers, she didn’t feel cold at all nor the others gazed at her like she was a crazy young teenager trying to get sick by wandered out without a coat. They simply ignored her like they didn’t see her, like she didn’t exist in there.
She lifted her hands and inspected it carefully. There was no sign of cold in her hands. It still looked pinkish and still warm, so it’s clear that even her body didn’t affected by the cold wind.
Is this a dream? She thought. She lifted her head and trailed her eyes to her surrounding once again. It looked real. Then she tried to wave her hand high. No one responded nor looked at her. So she could conclude that she was dreaming. She sometimes knew she was dreaming. And when it looked real like this, it’s mean she had a foreseen dream, a dream of something would occurred in the future.
Her feet kept walking without a clear direction. She realized that her feet led her leaving the crowd of the town and closer to the forest uphill. In that forest, the path of autumn showed in every inch. The ground was filled with shattered leaves, coloring it with brown and orange chrome. The trees became a claws-like silhouette beneath the darkening sky. Sometimes wind would tease them by sent them a hard and rough breeze so the tree branches would sway menacingly like a claw ready to tear its preys.
She shivered when she stepped far into the forest, not because she was cold, but because she was afraid. It’s almost dark, the twilight slowly disappeared from the sky, and the dark forest wasn’t a good idea for her. She knew that nothing would happen because she was inside a dream. But still, eventhough you were in a dream, a sense called fear would follow you no matter where’d you go.
Once her feet finally found its destination, she found herself standing in front of an old church. It was built in gothic-Mediterranean architecture with pointed roof and high ceiling. Some walls and pillars seemed rarefaction here and there, one side of a double door half broken and hung loosely on its frame. She also noted that there was angel statues spread all over the spacious garden.
She braved herself and kept repeating that nothing going to harm her as she took a step forward to enter the church. Oh, how she wanted her brother to be there! Because eventhough he was so grumpy and bad-tempered, she knew he would never let her to be scared or harmed.
She touched the fine side of the door and pushed it tentatively. She gasped out loud when the door cracked open in a high-pitched sound. She even nearly fell to her back. After a moment or two, she took two steps inside and once again studied her surrounding. Despite the dusts and spider webs, what inside the church was quite complete and still in the good condition. It seemed like that church haven’t been abandoned for too long, maybe around 10-15 years.
Felt suddenly had an overloaded courage, she stepped inside more and more until she stopped at the middle section of a lounged-chairs. Her gaze glued at an altar in the front row. That altar seemed glowing, despite the lack of light in that building. When her curiosity won over her fears, she stepped further confidently until she was right in front of the altar. She then closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She felt so content.
But it seemed like someone – or something – wouldn’t ever let her alone in her solemn state. It was barely a minute she in that states when suddenly she heard some noise. Her eyes snapped open and fears dominated her once again. She searched for some presence around her cautiously to no avail. She found she was alone. Between fears and shivers, she tried to think. This was just a dream. Nothing would harm her. Nobody hurt in a dream. Maybe that noise was the reason why she was there.
After made sure of it, she tried to calming herself and concentrating to every single noise. And it’s not too long before she heard it again. Now it was more like… a sob? Yes, it was a sob. Someone was crying. But the weird thing was the sob sound seemed not from anywhere, but it seemed like connected sharp through her soul. She was rather confused because she couldn’t find the source of the noise. But somehow her gaze fell and glued to the bottom part of the altar. She raised her eyebrows. What? It came from beneath the altar?
As if answering her silent question, the glowing altar automatically growled and shifted to the side, showed the hole beneath it. She tried to resist the urge to jolt for the third times, but she couldn’t control her own heartbeat. She pecked her head to the hole and found a stairs down to somewhere. She carefully tiptoed down the stairs. It was so dark at the other end of the stairs, she was afraid she couldn’t see anything once she gets there. But as if by magic, in a place where she believes she wouldn’t see through the darkness, suddenly the former dark underground seemed like decided to show it face to her. She could see what inside the underground floor. She might be afraid of the kind of situation she had, but then she realized that she was inside a dream. Miracles happened in a dream.
She tried to concentrate once again. This time she heard it more clearly. But she still had a difficulty to found the exact place. That underground floor had about four rooms, which is covered by a thick metal door that locked with a huge padlock. She didn’t sure in which room the sobbing person was. One thing she was sure about, if that person trapped in one of those rooms, she believed that nothing good would happen to that poor person.
When she thought about that, she suddenly felt her surrounding slowly change. And the next thing she knew, she was already in a small room with humid air and lichens spread all over the stone-made room. Her eyes then found a door. It was thick metal door, so she concluded that this time she was inside one of those rooms. But which one she was in?
She turned around 180 degrees to her back to found the source of the sound. At the corner of the room, she spotted a small figure trembling visibly. She took some steps toward the figure for a good look. She noted that it was a figure of a small child around 12 with a long blond hair. It was a girl, she thought. The child wore a knee-long dress and her body curled into tiny ball. The dress looked awfully worn out and seemed torn in some place.
“Please… let me out…” the child whimpered with her trembling voice. “Let me out… Uncle…”
She felt like she wants to break cry. How could someone so cruel by imprison this poor little girl? How long she had been here?
“I will help you!” Forgot that she was in a dream and drove by her senses, she rushed toward the child, tried to hug her and comfort her.
But before she even managed to reach the child, some strong powers pulled her body into the opposite direction, farther away from the pitied figure.
“No, please! That child needs help! Please let me help her!” she pleaded to no one, struggled to break free from the unknown power. She was pleading and struggling until she felt so helpless. The power is so strong it kept pulled her and engulfed her with some kind of thick fog until she couldn’t see her former sight again.
She woke up with start. Her first sight was a familiar ceiling. She had known it as her room ceiling. She sat up on her bed and inspected her room. She saw piles of boxes settled quietly across the bed. It was boxes of her personal belongings. Her family had just moved to this town 2 days ago and she hadn’t finish unpacking because she needed her brother to help her but sadly he was so busy in his office.
She slowly remembered the dream she had earlier. It felt so real. Her tears unconsciously fell down her face when she remembered about the little girl with a blond hair in her dream. She knew it was real, that there was really a girl imprisoned in that underground room for God knows how long. But somehow she felt like she didn’t have much power to help that girl, proofed by her inability to fight against the unknown power that enabled her to touch the little girl. In her foreseen dream, usually she had willpower to do everything as she like as long as it didn’t affect the real world, but in that dream she cannot, it means she was only showed but not chosen to help. She must’ve found someone who had a right power to help that girl. And she thought she knew whom she would choose.
Her brother.
~ To Be Continued ~
A/N :
There you go! Prologue of my new project for FFN. And since it was posted in my birthday, so this story was my thankful presents for all of my dear readers and for everyone who’d greeted me Happy Birthday. *Kurogane: Don’t give people a yaoi story as a thankful present, you damn Fujoshi! Yuu: Mou! But I like Yaoi! This is the best thankful present I’ve ever made!* Aheemm… anyway, do you know who’s the ‘she’ we’re talking about? Clue for my readers who watch/read Cardcaptor Sakura or Tsubasa Chronicle. She had a wavy long raven hair, like to made design of cute clothings, and like to laughed with ‘ohohohoho’ style. Guess, guess? If you know who she was, I would gave you cookies!!
And as always, Reviews were the source of writer’s energy!
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