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Fanfic: Vergebt mir
Subtitle: mal was Altes von mir
Chapter: One shot
Title: Forgive Me
Author: Syaoran de Flourite (formerly Reya)
Fandom: Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne
Rating: 12
Warnings: Drama / Death
Chapter 1 | Part 1 | /?
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the series "Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne". It belongs to Arina Tanemura and I don't make any money with this fanfiction.
Comment: see at the end of the part.
Forgive me
Thick raindrops patter against the window as if trying to break through it. I cool my hot forehead on the windshield. Sunk in myself, I sit on the windowsill, wrapped in a white blanket. Here I am now. In that place where I would have loved to never have been. In need of help from the man I would never have voluntarily accepted. Still lost in thought, I startle. One hand rests on my shoulder. I look up and look into my father's face, that face that is so similar to mine. I think I read concern in his eyes, but I'm not sure.He asks me how I am and tells me to stay in bed. I hardly listen to him. My gaze wanders outside, into the dark night. Its storming. Trees bend in the wind. Suddenly the sky rumbled as if it were angry, angry at what happened.
The rain is increasing, the tears of heaven. My heart fills with sadness. My father calls my name, but I don't react, pretend to be deaf and dumb. I hear the door and turn my head. An empty room in front of me. A typical hospital room with a bed, wardrobe and bathroom.
I get off the windowsill. I get dizzy, feel weak, I find it difficult to breathe. A lightning bolt cuts through the sky. Weakened, I sink to my knees. Sweat drips from my skin. I slowly try to get up. The wall serves as a support. I drag myself to the bed, dropping down on it with a sigh.
I think. Think of what happened, think of Marron, of Yamato.
I wonder how Marron is doing.Is she crying? Is she thinking of me? Does she hate me Does she love me I dont know. And what about Yamato's parents? What are you doing right now? Curse me Hate me Cry for your son?
I close my eyes, try to sleep. It does not work. I cannot find peace. When I open my eyes again, I look in a mirror, see a boy, sweaty, pale, powerless. I still don't see myself. I see myself and the other me. I look away, back to the window. I am disgusted with my second face. A thief face. A killer face. Tears are coming out of my eyes. I get up, go to the window. The sky has calmed down. The moon is shining on me. It illuminates my room with its light, its shine. I pray. Pray to God to forgive me. Pray to Marron to forgive me. Pray to Yamato's parents to please forgive me. I smile, laugh at myself. An impossible request, because I took her only son.I close my eyes again, see Yamato lying on the floor, pierced by my pins, bleeding, dead. Marron's face, full of horror. See a thousand little tears of heaven falling on us. Tears from heaven that bring me this fever. Is that supposed to be my only punishment?
I'm Chiaki Nagoya, but I'm also Sindbad, who killed his friend. Sindbad, whose job it is to banish demons. Sindbad, who wanted to free his possessed friend from the demon. I am Chiaki Nagoya and Sindbad, both of whom are responsible for Yamato's death. My gaze goes towards the sky. I hope Marron and Yamato's parents forgive me. First of all, hope Yamato forgives me because I took his life away from him.
Forgive me please Forgive me my sin, my deed. Forgive me.
Author's comment:
This short story was the first that I started writing again. It is nothing special in terms of the story, but it is of great value to me, precisely because it got me to write again.It was created within a week and completely in different school hours and breaks. At first there shouldn't be any fanfic at all and certainly not one about Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne. Only after the first five lines did I get the idea with whom and how the story should run. Yamato's dying isn't because I don't like him. It could also have been Miyaco or someone else close to them. He was chosen because he was already demon-possessed.
I leave it up to you whether Marron Chiaki forgives or whether it doesn't work out anymore. The end of "forgive me" should also be a kind of "open ending" and encourage you to think further. That would of course be the greatest praise for me if I had made it.
In my opinion, I have described Chiaki's thoughts and feelings well, that may sound like a boast, but somewhere you have to be convinced of his story. ^^ of course it's always a matter of opinion and there will be someone who doesn't see it that way and who won't like this story.That's his right, I don't like everything either. ^^
Well, enough with the talk. I say goodbye for today and maybe we'll read again ^^
Your
Syaoran de Flourite
Author: Syaoran de Flourite (formerly Reya)
Fandom: Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne
Rating: 12
Warnings: Drama / Death
Chapter 1 | Part 1 | /?
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the series "Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne". It belongs to Arina Tanemura and I don't make any money with this fanfiction.
Comment: see at the end of the part.
Forgive me
Thick raindrops patter against the window as if trying to break through it. I cool my hot forehead on the windshield. Sunk in myself, I sit on the windowsill, wrapped in a white blanket. Here I am now. In that place where I would have loved to never have been. In need of help from the man I would never have voluntarily accepted. Still lost in thought, I startle. One hand rests on my shoulder. I look up and look into my father's face, that face that is so similar to mine. I think I read concern in his eyes, but I'm not sure.He asks me how I am and tells me to stay in bed. I hardly listen to him. My gaze wanders outside, into the dark night. Its storming. Trees bend in the wind. Suddenly the sky rumbled as if it were angry, angry at what happened.
The rain is increasing, the tears of heaven. My heart fills with sadness. My father calls my name, but I don't react, pretend to be deaf and dumb. I hear the door and turn my head. An empty room in front of me. A typical hospital room with a bed, wardrobe and bathroom.
I get off the windowsill. I get dizzy, feel weak, I find it difficult to breathe. A lightning bolt cuts through the sky. Weakened, I sink to my knees. Sweat drips from my skin. I slowly try to get up. The wall serves as a support. I drag myself to the bed, dropping down on it with a sigh.
I think. Think of what happened, think of Marron, of Yamato.
I wonder how Marron is doing.Is she crying? Is she thinking of me? Does she hate me Does she love me I dont know. And what about Yamato's parents? What are you doing right now? Curse me Hate me Cry for your son?
I close my eyes, try to sleep. It does not work. I cannot find peace. When I open my eyes again, I look in a mirror, see a boy, sweaty, pale, powerless. I still don't see myself. I see myself and the other me. I look away, back to the window. I am disgusted with my second face. A thief face. A killer face. Tears are coming out of my eyes. I get up, go to the window. The sky has calmed down. The moon is shining on me. It illuminates my room with its light, its shine. I pray. Pray to God to forgive me. Pray to Marron to forgive me. Pray to Yamato's parents to please forgive me. I smile, laugh at myself. An impossible request, because I took her only son.I close my eyes again, see Yamato lying on the floor, pierced by my pins, bleeding, dead. Marron's face, full of horror. See a thousand little tears of heaven falling on us. Tears from heaven that bring me this fever. Is that supposed to be my only punishment?
I'm Chiaki Nagoya, but I'm also Sindbad, who killed his friend. Sindbad, whose job it is to banish demons. Sindbad, who wanted to free his possessed friend from the demon. I am Chiaki Nagoya and Sindbad, both of whom are responsible for Yamato's death. My gaze goes towards the sky. I hope Marron and Yamato's parents forgive me. First of all, hope Yamato forgives me because I took his life away from him.
Forgive me please Forgive me my sin, my deed. Forgive me.
Author's comment:
This short story was the first that I started writing again. It is nothing special in terms of the story, but it is of great value to me, precisely because it got me to write again.It was created within a week and completely in different school hours and breaks. At first there shouldn't be any fanfic at all and certainly not one about Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne. Only after the first five lines did I get the idea with whom and how the story should run. Yamato's dying isn't because I don't like him. It could also have been Miyaco or someone else close to them. He was chosen because he was already demon-possessed.
I leave it up to you whether Marron Chiaki forgives or whether it doesn't work out anymore. The end of "forgive me" should also be a kind of "open ending" and encourage you to think further. That would of course be the greatest praise for me if I had made it.
In my opinion, I have described Chiaki's thoughts and feelings well, that may sound like a boast, but somewhere you have to be convinced of his story. ^^ of course it's always a matter of opinion and there will be someone who doesn't see it that way and who won't like this story.That's his right, I don't like everything either. ^^
Well, enough with the talk. I say goodbye for today and maybe we'll read again ^^
Your
Syaoran de Flourite