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Series:
Death Note
Descendants of Darkness
Hellsing
Kingdom Hearts

Lawliet's Hope [Chapter 2]

Well, as you can see this is chapter two. I know this chapter is not as good as the very first chapter, but it gives a little about L's teenage years and how Near, Mello, and Matt came to Whammy's House. It also is a great way for me to lead into chapter 3.
In order to get this storyline to flow smoothly, I had to change ages to make everything make sense. Please just try to look past that though.
I promise that chapter 3 will be much better than this.

The beautiful, yet tragic ballad of the piano rang in Lawliet’s head as he walked down the aisle of the church. In his hand, he grasped a rose of the purest white and his eyes locked forward. Lawliet’s heart raced as ha approached the casket of his dead mother. He couldn’t control himself as a tear ran down his face. Crying was something he wasn’t good at, for it was only proof that humans were fragile creatures, incapable of controlling their own emotions. Yet it didn’t matter right now, it was his mother who lay before him…dead and lifeless.

For that day would never disappear from he ongoing thoughts of Lawliet.

Gazing at the headstone, Lawliet relived the day of his mother’s funeral yet again. Today was her birthday and that was the reason why Lawliet was there. He made it essential for him to visit her on her birthday, regardless of whatever may happen. This visit was his ninth, for Lawliet was now fourteen years old.

Turning back toward the car, Lawliet said goodbye and walked off.

Arriving back at Whammy’s House, Lawliet was greeted by a couple of young children that now made their home at the orphanage. The children were not even aware that he was L. However, those children were not the first orphans who were first submitted into Whammy’s House.

The first two, A and B, both had the minds to be the next L, but emotions got in their way. Long story short, A ended up committing suicide and B left the orphanage due to his envy and greed. Where he now presided…was a complete mystery to Lawliet.

Now there was only four orphans studying, competing for the title of “L”. To Whammy and Lawliet, these children were incredibly smart, but not up to L’s standards. They had their doubts that the present predecessors did not have what it would take to maintain being the next L.

Lawliet went to his office to work on cases that were currently presented to him from organizations all over the world. He sat at his desk in his signature crouch-like position to which it allowed him to think more clearly for the subjects at hand. Whammy soon entered the office with a steaming cup of coffee and a bowl of sugar cubes.
“Thanks, Watari.”
Due to the fact that Lawliet and Whammy were now involved with detective work, it was a necessity for both of them to posses fake names in order to protect themselves from whatever danger that may threaten them. Lawliet was now known as L, while Whammy was labeled as Watari.

Lawliet dropped 20 sugar cubes in his coffee. For sweets was part of his motivation, plus he just couldn’t bring himself to resist such delights.

In society by that point, L was starting to be known by more and more detective agencies and police organizations around the world. Nobody knew one single personal fact about the mysterious new detective. They didn’t even know his face…just “L”. Even thought the detective was new on the scene, he always found the culprit and had the court systems deal with the matter after L brought all the evidence out into the open, where it could be proof that justice should be served. The fact that L never was wrong no matter how many other high rank investigators tried to solve the case, along with the idea that the detective was new to everybody, aroused some suspicion to some individuals involved. There were just as many people who detested him, as people who loved and praised the justice he brought. Those who were pro-l believed him to be one of a kind…even a genius t the modern day world. Maybe even considered the most greatest minds in decades. The individuals believed in his judgments of society. The dire need of a predecessor was vital. That is the reason why Whammy’s House was established in the first place… to assure the world that there will always be an “L” present in the world. Again, nobody else knew of the plan, but that was the way that Lawliet and Whammy wanted.

The way things were going, not one of the four children could take such a title. Lawliet truly hoped that somebody would posses such a mind to take his place when he were to die.

Lawliet took a sip of his coffee when Whammy opened the door and walked inside.
“Today a child from America should be arriving.”
“America? That’s quite a distance away. So I assume this child has a high IQ?”
“Yes. Matter of fact, his IQ is the highest compared to the children here. The closest to your own.”
Lawliet shifted his black eyes from the coffee to Whammy.
“Do you think that there might be a chance with this one?”
“You’re the decision of that, L. In my opinion, yes, I think so. This child might not have been equal to that of Beyond…but he does have major potential.”
The Mention of Beyond’s name, sent a shiver down Lawliet’s spine.
Putting the coffee cup down onto the desk. Lawliet then chewed on his thumb nail. Another one of his peculiar habits.
“What’s the child’s name?”
“Nate River. Age five. His situation is th-”
“Don’t. I have no reason to know why him, or any of the other children for that matter, come to this place. Their stories and pasts are their own. Nobody else should have to know.”
Whammy understood Lawliet better than anybody else, and he knew why he didn’t want to know about the tragedies of other people’s lives if he had the choice. For Lawliet was always trying to deal with his own past.
“What will be Nate River’s alias?”
“Near.”
“Thank you, Watari.”
“Your welcome. Also, there might be a chance of us getting an eight year old boy from Russia.”
Whammy turned to leave.
“I guess I should leave to wait the arrival of Near.”
With that, Whammy left Lawliet’s office.

Lawliet continued to nibble on his thumb bail as he simply stared into the coffee cup before him.
“The start of the third generation…Maybe there might be someone with the mind it takes to take my place…”

Three weeks passed, and the newcomer Near proved the most promising. He was bright, fast learner, logical, and the best asset that someone in the position of L could have…unemotional. Feelings would only get in the way, when it comes to L’s responsibility for correcting the mainly lowlife problems of society. It came to no difficulty at all to Near, for he was naturally like that. His past put such strain on him, that learning not to be emotional soon became part of his personality. Near didn’t like people, that much was obvious. Lawliet saw a lot of himself in Near, personality wise. Maybe that explained why Lawliet had very high expectations of him.

Soon the time came for the arrival of the eight year old from all the way from Russia. Whammy’s phone calls got through to the parents and it was clear that they did not want their son, Mihael Keehl.

Arriving at Whammy’s House, Mihael was given the alias Mello and Lawliet saw some downfalls to his character. For Mello allowed his emotions to get the better of him, but he was of equal genius as Near. Lawliet noticed that Mello wasn’t trying, but simply infuriated as to the purpose of the orphanage. Lawliet knew Mello was capable of so much more than what he was letting on. He understood why the blonde haired boy should be so angry. In truth, he himself thought the idea to be a little ignorant, but he knew the overall purpose to be right, and in the end be safer for the world.

Lawliet walked outside and saw Mello sitting on the step. This was a perfect opportunity for Lawliet to talk to him. He sat down next to Mello on the step. Mello gave him a puzzling look, for he never met him before. Let alone know that the 14 year old was L. Lawliet would only show his face at Whammy’s House, even then it was rare.
“What do you want?”
Mello stared at the unnatural way in which the raven haired stranger sat.
“Just for conversation.”
Mello looked away from Lawliet and continued to eat his chocolate bar that he always seemed to have in his hands.
“But I don’t even know you. Plus, I never seen you before.”
“In your opinion, what do you think about this L character that we are expected to be?”
“It’s wrong.”
Mello looked at Lawliet with a hateful glare in his blue eyes. If Mello only knew who he really was.
“How so?”
“I don’t even know who ‘L’ is. But this should be treated as an orphanage, not as some place where experiments are conducted…or whatever.”
The word “experiments” got Lawliet’s attention, he finally got a little bit of an explanation as to why Mello didn’t try his best.
“Why do you refer to it as experiments?”
“That’s just how it feels…”
“L is helping the world by bringing justice to the evildoers of society. L’s making the world a safer place to live a little at a time.”
“So what? Are you saying I should be lucky to be apart of this whole situation? To be one of the participants that maybe chosen as the next L? Who says that I really care about this world? I don’t. I only care for myself, and that’s it.”
“I don’t believe in luck, just in fate.”
Mello looked up from his chocolate bar and stared at the pale face of Lawliet. He understood what this stranger he just met said. That simple sentence brought about a whole other point of view and aspect to Mello as to why he was here, and what he was destined to do. Mello smirked at the simplicity of the fact.
“Who are you anyway?”
Lawliet stood up and started to walk off.
“I think you already know.”
Mello watched as Lawliet walked away, and he knew exactly who he was.
A fourteen year old is L?
He was truly mystified, but as he thought about it, it wasn’t that surprising at all. Maybe it was worth the effort after all…

The years that followed, Near remained to be number one, Mello number two, and number three was Mail Jeevas…known by the alias Matt.

Matt was one of the most recent additions to Whammy’s House, and proved highly intellectual and very promising. His only setback was his laziness and didn’t have much motivation at all. Plus, Matt was easily distracted by several factors. Especially by certain people.

Due to the years, Lawliet completed many cases by this point. He already figured out the Las Angeles B.B. Murder Cases, and as a result, his insignia of L had never been more well-known to the world. He was receiving cases everyday, never failing to pass up an offer or dismissing a case. Every agency and organization knew of L, even underground societies. Criminals and the public knew of his name by this point. Individuals were more aware and cautious as ever, therefore decreasing the criminal rate drastically.

Lawliet was proud of himself for the first time in his life, and he was glad at what he accomplished in his life so far.

It was October 1st. Lawliet’s mother’s birthday. As he promised her, he visited her grave. Lawliet was now twenty years old.
“Happy birthday Mother.”
He put flowers by the grave.
“I’m living my dream. I’m a detective, helping put criminals behind bars and protecting the innocent in my own way. I made this decision back fifteen years ago, on that night.”
Lawliet tried his best not to remember the details, but it was impossible, for that was a memory that could never fade no matter how much he wanted it to. But as time went on, he would remember that night that his mother was murdered, and used it as the undying inspiration and motivation for him to condole the justice.
“I received a new case a couple of days ago, and I believe it to involve a mass murderer. There’s no possible way that I will let them continue with such disgraceful injustice. I will pass judgment on them…even if it costs me my life. Of all the sinful acts, I detest murder the most.”
Lawliet looked at his mother’s grave again, and then walked off.

Lawliet, the Great L, was off to Japan to settle this bizarre case of which he believed to be a mass murderer.
Heart attacks.
That’s all that was known, but it was so much more than that. But like Lawliet promised his mother, he would catch the culprit…Regardless of how long it would take, and what he would have to sacrifice to achieve the answers. Lawliet knew full well what he was getting himself into and the dangers of this case, but he was more than willing to take the risk.

Other Side Of Life

In Descendants of Darkness (the manga anyway), it's implied that Tsuzuki had somebody in his life before he died that he loved. More specifically, in volume 4 it's states that he was involved with forbidden love...so I interpreted that as his used to be lover was a guy. (I can't help myself).
The whole Tsuzuki situation is really compelling to me, and that's why I wanted to elaborate on the story and give it my own ideas and thoughts.
Also, in the story when I talk about Dr. Muraki when it's Tsuzuki's past...I'm not talking about Kazutaka Muraki, but his grandfather.

What was he thinking? Tsuzuki couldn’t get his mind away from the ever living, miserable thought that lay dormant in his head. He couldn’t think of anything else as he lay in the bed.

Getting up to leave, Tsuzuki grabbed hold of Tatsumi’s suit sleeve, making him stop and turn around.
“What is it, Tsuzuki?”
“Was I really worth saving?”
Tears streamed down Tsuzuki’s face now, but he couldn’t help himself.
I made him cry again… Tatsumi thought as he sat down on the bed and folded his arms around Tsuzuki.
“Please, stop saying such things. Of course you were worth saving, and don’t you ever forget that!”
Tsuzuki was sobbing into Tatsumi’s shoulder.
“But I can’t stop thinking about all the people I killed!”
“It’s not your fault…”
“But I…”
How much it pained Tatsumi to see Tsuzuki the way he was right now.

Tatsumi knew what was specifically on Tsuzuki’s mind as he cried in his arms. For it was something that Tsuzuki talked about a couple of times when they were partners. Tatsumi understood Tsuzuki in that aspect…It would be so difficult to deal with…
“Listen Tsuzuki. You can’t remain to think about him. If you keep thinking about what happened, you’ll never get better, and you will end up in the same position as before.”
“But I never will forget of forgive myself what I did to him!”
Tsuzuki cried even harder than before, for he remembered the man he used to love.

Tsuzuki looked outside into the bright glaring sunlight. He thought about his life before death, before becoming a Guardian of Death, before all of this…

Carefree, kind, free-spirited. Those were only a few of the many words that described Asato Tsuzuki back when he really lived. It seemed that everybody knew him; strangers, friends, random people off the street and in the stores, they knew him. Maybe they were drawn in by those amethyst eyes of his, or perhaps his personality that seemed to brighten anybody’s day. Since Tsuzuki possessed such a carefree manner about him, he never did take the time to find a job. Never was a necessity to him.

A tiny, cramped apartment was what he called his home. Tsuzuki got a great deal living there; rent was very inexpensive, and he really didn’t have to pay for anything due to the fact that he had a room mate with an excellent paying job. Why the guy moved into the apartment was a complete mystery to Tsuzuki. And that room mate’s name…Yuki. Even so, when Yuki decided to move in and live with the 18 year old guy, he grew to love and care for him. Just as Tsuzuki learned to love him.

“Why do you make yourself look happy? I know it’s just an act.”
Tsuzuki and Yuki were sitting on the floor in their apartment. It was eleven o’ clock at night. Tsuzuki looked at Yuki, the black hair, gray eyes, serious face.
“An act? What? Do you think I’m not happy, Yuki?”
“Nobody can be as happy as you are…It’s just not possible.”
“Let’s just say it is an act. Why would there be any reason to act happy?”
The 20 year old pulled Tsuzuki closer to him, and nuzzled his neck.
“An attempt to hide something, to not have people worrying about you.”
Yuki nipped at Tsuzuki’s collarbone playfully, making him wriggle and gasp with anticipation and pleasure.
“We’ve been together for three years and you still haven’t told me everything about yourself, your past, how you ended up here. I want you to trust me more, because I’m concerned about you and I truly care.”
The black-haired man looked into Tsuzuki’s magnificent eyes, as if to prove his point.
“I know. I trust you, I really do. But I try to talk about it and it only hurts. Plus, I don’t know how to tell you…if you knew, you probably wouldn’t like me anymore.”
Tsuzuki’s features saddened and turned his head away from Yuki. He felt like he could cry right then.
“I’ll be here to listen when you do decide to talk.”

Tsuzuki was so grateful to have somebody in his life like Yuki, he loved him so much. Yuki drew closer to Tsuzuki and kissed him. What a sensation rushed throughout Tsuzuki’s body, he could never forget moments like these. Yuki stood up and smiled down at the younger man.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
“Sorry, but I have to work tonight. You forgot didn’t you?”
Tsuzuki blushed as Yuki winked at him and because of his forgetfulness. With that, Yuki walked out the door.

Tsuzuki couldn’t help but feel disappointed when Yuki left, it’s something that always happened when he went off to work. Laying down on the floor, he looked up at the ceiling. He remembered what Yuki said about his happiness being just an act. He knew what the older man said was pure truth and nothing less, he just didn’t like to come in terms with the facts. Tsuzuki sighed heavily.

Yes, it was all just an act…a way to bury that miserable past he so hated and dreaded to remember and call his own. He truly wanted to tell Yuki, but like he said to him, he wasn’t sure how. Maybe telling him would relieve some of the pain he possessed, Tsuzuki understood the possibility of that.

Closing his eyes, Tsuzuki felt sleep grip his head, and he felt himself drift off to darkness and be embraced by welcoming sleep that awaited him…

The blood. Oh, the crimson life that coated his trembling hands. And oh those tears. The tears that streamed down his face. And the horrid screaming…
“WHY?!”
“YOU KILLED ME!!”
“YOU DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE!!”
He screamed himself, and covered his ears as the shadows enveloped him in complete deathly darkness…

“Your alright Tsuzuki!”
Tsuzuki awoke in a cold sweat and his breathing was rapid. Looking over, he saw the source of the voice that wakened him from his nightmare. Yuki was kneeling beside him on the floor, and all the while leaning toward Tsuzuki. Sitting up, Tsuzuki wrapped his arms around him, thanking him that he was there with him…saving him from his dreadful nightmare that now became a very part of his daily life.
“It’s okay now. It was just a nightmare again, your safe.”
Yuki tried his best to reassure Tsuzuki.
“I can’t stand this…”
“What exactly happens in this reoccurring nightmare? Maybe it would be better if you talk about it.”
Tsuzuki pulled away from him, and instead remained seated right beside him. His face was a paler completion and he looked exhausted, like the nightmare worn him out mentally as well as physically.
“It’s always the same nightmare, but it never stops to torture me.”
He took a deep breath before he continued.
“People die…there’s always blood on my hands, and it never washes off…no matter how hard I try…”
Tsuzuki cradled his head in his hands.
“I just want this to end.”
Yuki draped an arm around Tsuzuki’s shoulders.
“Don’t say things like that. I don’t know about your past, like I said. But I know that tragedy touched your life to many times, and that you were alone in the world. Well, your not in this by yourself anymore…I’m here.”
“Thanks Yuki.”

All day they sat there on the floor of their humble apartment talking to each other about everything, and most of all, enjoying the other’s company.

Head rested on Tsuzuki’s shoulder, Yuki slept. He would usually sleep during the day since he worked during the night shift. Instead, he spent the day talking with Tsuzuki. Looking down at Yuki, Tsuzuki noticed how exhausted he must have been to stay up the whole day for trivial discussion. He deserved the rest. Since he was off work that night, Tsuzuki didn’t bother to wake him up.

Tsuzuki carefully propped Yuki up against the wall, and stood up. He grabbed a pair of shoes, slipping them on, and out on a coat. Gently, Tsuzuki opened the door and walked out into the freezing cold.

On he walked down the streets while the snow fell around him, thinking about everything. Yuki, life, death, his crippling past…it all ran through his mind, making him question his own existence. Tsuzuki despised the sense of being confused about his own existence. It really is a depressing concept in itself. Touching his watchband on his right wrist, he remembered every moment of every slice he ever put upon his wrist. So many times he felt the guilt of life and wanting to be gone from this world forever. Maybe that’s why he loved Yuki so much. By being with him, it eased the pain. There was no way he wanted people and the world to know his true self. That’s why he acted the way he did, Yuki was right.

Tsuzuki stopped walking. He felt slightly light headed, and he started to wobble and lose control of his stance as he felt his body fell to the ground with such force…

Yuki was awakened by someone knocking non the door. He stood up half asleep, and stumbled over to the door and opened it. A young woman stood before him with a relieved and frantic look in her eyes as she saw Yuki.
“What do you want? It’s 6 o’ clock in the morning.”
He was perturbed at the fact he was rudely awakened.
“It’s Tsuzuki! Please come, he’s in the hospital!”
Yuki rushed passed the young woman, he was worried, shocked, and most of all afraid to hear what happened to Tsuzuki. Yuki knew how Tsuzuki got sometimes.

Sprinting down the street toward the hospital, he didn’t care if the woman was following of not. Or if people on the streets thought he was crazy. It didn’t matter, he just wanted to be with Tsuzuki.

Entering the hospital, Yuki demanded where Tsuzuki was. A timid nurse, seemingly a bit afraid of Yuki’s outburst, took him to where Tsuzuki’s room was. The sight of the man he loved so much looking so sick and lifeless, almost made Yuki drop to his knees right there. Instead, he rushed toward the hospital bed and held Tsuzuki’s hands.
“What happened Tsuzuki?”
No response came in return.
“Tsuzuki?”
Yuki grew to a very worried state…the most worried he ever been in his life. He knew that Tsuzuki still lived, for he could hear the heart monitor beeping at normal rate. But it was like Tsuzuki’s mind was dead. Those amethyst eyes were empty and merely looked past Yuki felt the stinging tears well up in his eyes.
“Please say something Tsuzuki! Anything!”
Tears now streamed down Yuki’s face as he realized that something was horribly wrong with Tsuzuki.

Yuki turned around when he felt the presence of somebody in the room also.

A man with a white coat and glasses stood there, looking at him and Tsuzuki. The doctor.
“Tell me what happened to him?!”
“Please calm down. I’m Dr. Muraki and I’m the one treating this patient. Honestly, I don’t know what’s wrong with him yet. Some of the staff found him passed out outside on the sidewalk last night and decided to bring him here. We gave him IVs and I conducted a couple of tests. But I still don’t know what’s the cause of this. Since last night he’s been like that, not even blinking, eating, sleeping, anything…”
Yuki had a difficult time breathing when he was informed of the excessiveness of Tsuzuki’s situation.
“Will he be alright?”

Dr. Muraki looked away from Tsuzuki and glanced at Yuki for a quick instance, making Yuki feel a sense of dread and fear. The doctor then looked away from him and at the floor, like trying to find the answer there of all places.
“I can’t promise you that. I’m not even sure myself. It’s almost like he’s dead, but his body continues to live. Tragic…but yet fascinating…”
“Is there anyway to get him out of this, to maybe bring him back to reality?"

Taking a seat, Dr. Muraki looked back up at Yuki with a sort of Questioning look upon his face.
“Bring him back you say? But maybe this happened because he didn’t like being here in the first place? Maybe he brought this all upon himself…It’s what he wanted perhaps. He thought by closing his mind to the very idea of life, he could escape. If that’s the case…then why try to bring him back to a ‘reality’ he despises so much?”
Dr. Muraki stood up and started to walk toward the doorway.
“If to escape this world, why not just end his life? Why continue to live in a world that he hates, but simply shut down his mind? Why do such a thing?”

Stopping, the doctor turned around to look at the black haired man with gray eyes.
“Shouldn’t you know? Perhaps it was an act to reassure you. To know that he still lives and not actually dead is quite reassuring isn’t it? Especially since he means the world to you. But what if he was a mere corpse lying there…you would be devastated wouldn’t you? He didn’t want to hurt you like that.”
With that, Dr. Muraki walked out of the room.

Yuki gazed down at Tsuzuki. He understood what the doctor had said, but didn’t completely accept it. Pulling up a chair to the hospital bed, Yuki sat down and held Tsuzuki’s hand.
“Please…just come back. I love you, Tsuzuki. Don’t give up living, it’s not worth it. Tsuzuki…”
Laying his head on Tsuzuki’s chest, Yuki sobbed pitifully, pleading and begging him to come back with all his heart.

The best, most fulfilling explanation for why Tsuzuki was in the state he was in, was what Dr. Muraki had told Yuki. For five whole years this continued. Tsuzuki did not move one inch and he simply just laid there. No eating, no sleeping, and nothing else he did. But still he continued to live, the reasons for his survival were a complete mystery to everyone who just so happened to know about his condition, especially Dr. Muraki. For he was a man of science, but this patient was a complete contradiction to what he believed. He knew this was impossible and that this man must be something extreme…maybe not entirely human. That was the main reason why Tsuzuki was allowed to stay at Dr. Muraki’s hospital without even payments to back him up. He fascinated Dr. Muraki as to why he could continue to live, without obeying the laws of life.

Those five years he remained like that, but the next three years…he did show signs of life and his body did move, but the actions he did take were not positive ones by far.

Over the three years, Tsuzuki would awaken from his coma-like state of which he was in. And with anything he could manage to get, even his own finger nails, would continually cut his wrist over and over, until he would eventually give up and resume back to his questionable state. No matter how much blood he would lose, he still did not die. Tsuzuki came to realize this, and with every next attempt he would be more persistence to accomplish the gruesome task of suicide. His will to die became much stronger, and he soon lost sight to what was really important to him. Death was his one and only wish. Nothing else mattered. Yuki never once gave up on him, and continued to visit Tsuzuki regularly. He always pleaded with him to stop and just to come back.

The eighth year, Tsuzuki got what he truly wanted out of life. Death.
The suicide attempt turned to accomplishment, as he sliced his wrist one final time. He bled out his hatred, bled out his torture, bled out his belief, bled out his life. All of his life. 18 was when it started…26 when it ended.

Yuki, the one Tsuzuki loved, was the person who discovered him in the hospital bed covered with blood and the horrid gash that was so visibly present on Tsuzuki’s thousand-scarred wrist.
“TSUZUKI!!”
Yuki ran over to him, that maybe this was a nightmare. What he saw was what reality presented, and how he loathed it…

Yuki embraced his dead lover in his arms and let his miserable heartbreak race down his face.

Tsuzuki opened his eyes and was confused about where exactly he was. Two men who addressed themselves as Tatsumi and Watari welcomed him to a place called the Ministry of Hades.
“But I’m supposed to be dead…so why am I here?!”
“You are dead. We’re giving you a second chance.”
Tsuzuki gave a puzzling look at Watari, obviously wanting more of an explanation than that. Tatsumi got the message and elaborated what Watari said.
“You see, Tsuzuki. You are dead, you committed suicide. But we are giving you an option of becoming one of us, a Guardian of Death. In a sense, you can make a new life for yourself.”
“Why would I want to continue living?! That’s why I did what I did in the first place!”
“We understand…please lis-”
“No!! Get away from me!!”
Tatsumi and Watari rushed out of the room, knowing that Tsuzuki needed his space right then.

I’m dead…Really dead…What should he do? Would starting a new “life” really be the best choice? The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to say yes. Maybe he could try again, and perhaps he would learn to enjoy it. But the thought about Yuki was the most torturous outcome of all this.

The day of decision finally arrived. Tsuzuki changed into a suit and put on a watch to hide his ghastly scars. He found the two Guardians of Death that presented the offer to him and he gave his answer.
“I, Asato Tsuzuki, do want to join the Ministry of Hades as a Guardian of Death. Starting a new life is what I truly want, and I want to learn how to enjoy what the world has to offer…not be afraid or hate it. I want to correct all past mistakes and sins, and become something much better. I have regrets form my past life, I need to continue.”
That day Tsuzuki became a Guardian of Death, taking all the good and bad that would come with it…

Tsuzuki looked down at his wrist, those marks of past sins. He didn’t want that kind of life anymore…Thinking about Yuki brought about a whole other aspect to this. Tsuzuki knew that Yuki would have already died. But was he here? Tsuzuki didn’t know, nor did he want to know. That was something he wanted kept secret from him.

Focusing on the task at hand, Hisoka didn’t notice a guy standing in the middle of the pathway, looking far off in the distance as if he were in his own world of thoughts.
“Oh, sorry.”
“Cherry blossoms are quite beautiful, don’t you think?”
“Yes.”
The man now looked at Hisoka.
“So tell me. How’s Tsuzuki?”
Hisoka didn’t know this man, but apparently he knew Tsuzuki.
“He’s fine. Careless as usual.”
That brought a smile to the man’s face.
“I haven’t seen that man in decades…but for some reason I know that now it’s not just an act. That’s really how he feels now…happy. I’m glad.”
“If you know him, you should go see him then.”
“No. I can’t. If I do, it will only bring back unwanted memories for him. And the pain…”
The man started to turn and walk away.
“But…”
Turning around, the mysterious man glanced at Hisoka again. Examining his black hair and gray eyes, Hisoka didn’t continue on with what he was going to say. The man started to say something again.
“he made a new life, I don’t need to be there anymore. But I still love him ni matter what may happen. Just as long as he’s truly happy.”
That was the last time Hisoka ever saw that man, but he knew that some things are not meant to be question, nor answered……

Lawliet's Hope [Chapter 1]

In Death Note we never are told of L's past, family, and how he met Whammy. So, I decided to make a story, of which, what I like to believe what happened to L. Heres in honor of my all time favorite character and my hero, L. Lawliet!
Also, I have decided to hopefully make two more chapters for this.

“Lawliet!! Where are you?!”
Please not again.
Lawliet crouched under the table with his hands held up to his ears, trying his best to block out the horrid screams that beckoned him. He closed his eyes tightly, that maybe she wouldn’t find him.

Like every other time, she did. A hand reached out and grabbed the five year old boy’s arm, dragging him out in the open. Lawliet did not want to look at his mother’s face as she screamed insults in his ears.
“What the hell did you think you were doing, you little brat?!”
Her nails dug deep into Lawliet’s skin, and he tried not to yelp at the pain.

She was drunk, Lawliet knew this. For he could smell the alcohol on her breath. Seeing her left hand raised, Lawliet knew what he was in for. He tensed up his whole body, preparing for the impact. Stinging pain tore across his face as his mother slapped him with all her strength. Lawliet’s head felt slightly light, and his vision became blurry. To his mistake. He allowed himself a tear that slid down his face. She saw this, and it infuriated her even more.

Tangling her hand in her son’s raven black hair, she let go of her grip on his arm. The pulling of his hair made Lawliet clench his teeth, and he suddenly felt his head be forced down. Down, unto the side of the table top. Agonizing pain writhed it’s way throughout his whole body from his head where it struck the table. The sense of numbness soon followed, and Lawliet let himself hit the kitchen floor. He couldn’t help but just lay there. He saw a pool of blood forming on the floor, and he started to panic. Lawliet looked up in the face of his abusive, drunken mother. She merely looked down at him, her features dark and sleep deprived. She walked away from her own son as he lay upon the kitchen floor, longing for help. Darkness engulfed Lawliet’s consciousness and he fell into a deep, welcoming sleep.

Sunshine peeked its way through the curtains, brilliant rays pierced the corners of Lawliet’s room. He opened his eyes to the bright light, and carefully sat up. His mother must have laid him in his own bed. Touching his hand to the side of his face, he felt it swollen and still quite sore. He knew that there would be a bruise present there, and he felt a small gash on his head. Lawliet bent his legs and pulled them to his chest. For some reason sitting in that state seemed to calm his nerves, and allow him to think more clearly.

Why did it have to come down to this? Life was fair, and going quite well for him…until his mother started drinking. Lawliet’s mother never used to be this way. She was truly a beautiful young woman, and it was obvious where Lawliet got his raven colored hair and dark, mysterious eyes. Loving and caring for her son, was the only priorities on her list of motherly duties. Lawliet was her world and the only human being she loved. For Lawliet’s father abandoned her while she was pregnant with their son, and ties with family members were cut off. That’s why she loved her son so. Happiness was always present in her gentle eyes and loving smile. She rarely got angry, but when she did it never was directed toward her son. Lawliet was grateful for a mother like her. But all that changed…

At first, it was only a couple of drinks. Over the course of time, a couple escalated to many and she began to welcome the reality of getting drunk. Too many times has Lawliet watch his own mother drink herself away, and he crying himself to sleep as he remembered the spectacle all too clear. He tried to tell his mother several times that what she was doing was endangering her life and even his own, and pleading with her to refrain from drinking. Lawliet longed for his mother back…that’s all. The urging is what started the uncontrolled anger, which resulted in the existence of the abusive witch now present in his life. Oh, how he wished that this never started…

Crawling out of bed, he decided he needed to get out of this house. Lawliet slipped on some torn, old shoes on his bare feet. They were a size too small, but he wouldn’t dare ask for another pair. He rummaged through his closet until he found a coat, and he put it on over his white long sleeved t-shirt.

Quietly, he sneaked out of his room and into the living room where his mother was passed out on the couch. Lawliet opened the front door, careful not to make a sound that could potentially awaken his mother.

Walking down the street, he could hear the laughter of other children and merely examined the busy stores, and the people coming and going. He didn’t particularly like the fact he was outside, but it was better than being inside the house that was labeled as his “home.” Lawliet spotted a bench and figured that he should take a little rest, sitting in his crouch-like position.

Looking over, he noticed a man around the age of 60. The elder man looked over at the five year old boy and smiled. Lawliet wasn’t alarmed, in fact, he smiled back. This man truly seemed caring. He had kind eyes and an understanding face.

Noticing the welting bruise so visible upon the boy’s pale face, the man became worried.
“How did you get that bruise?”
Lawliet felt himself become nervous. He didn’t like talking to people, especially strangers.
“…I…I fell…”
Hurriedly looking away from the man, he looked down at his hands. He hated to lie, but what else could he say?
“Ah…It doesn’t look like you fell.”
The way the man said that, sounded like he was implying something.
“And why’s a young boy like yourself all alone? Shouldn’t you be with your parents?”
“……”
“That’s alright. Well, I’m off now. I’m craving something sugary, so I think I’ll make my way to the café.”
The man stood up, and turned to glance at the boy before he walked away. To his surprise, two large, black pitiful eyes looked up at him.
“Do you like sweets?”
Lawliet nodded his head in response to the question.
“Would you like to come along?”
Another nod.
“Well, come on then.”
Lawliet stood up and walked with this kind man to the small café on the corner of the street.

Cupcakes, pies, cakes, ice cream, and other various sugary desserts were piled on plates in front of Lawliet. He started to scarf down the food before him in a rush.
“Slow down, you’ll make yourself sick eating that fast.”
Lawliet paused abruptly, and looked at the man sitting across from him.
“Thank you. I greatly appreciate this.”
The man looked at the raven haired boy that continued to eat his plate of sweets, and was quite amazed at the word structure and vocabulary. Not any ordinary five year old would speak in such a manner.
“Where did you learn to talk like that?”
“I don’t know…It just comes natural to me.”
Lawliet than looked up from his plate of sweets.
“My names Lawliet.”
“And I’m Quillish Whammy. You know you should be careful when giving out your name.”
“I’m aware of that. You just seem okay, and I trust you…”
He went back to eating a delicious slice of strawberry cake.
“I have a sense that you don’t trust anybody, do I have the right idea?”
“Precisely.”
“So then why do you trust me?”
“you seem concerned about my well being.”
Lawliet finished up his cake.
“I guess I should head back home.”
“Hold on, please. I’m curious about you…Would you mind if I tested you?”
“What king of tests?”
“Math problems, that’s all.”
Lawliet nodded his approval of the request. Whammy asked Lawliet a few math problems that were 5th grade level. He answered all of them correctly in a matter of seconds. Lawliet was asked high school math problems, which with no difficulty, answered correctly.

Lawliet was truly a genius. That much was obvious.
“Lawliet. You are unbelievably intelligent. You know that right?”
“Thanks again.”
Lawliet stood up and simply walked out the café door, not bothering to answer Whammy’s question.

Intelligent? Lawliet didn’t think of himself as intelligent, or even smart. Just aware of more things. He walked along the street, back to his house.

Opening the door, Lawliet stepped inside. Standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen, stood his mother with her arms folded across her chest. His eyes lowered to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with the very person who scared him the most. Lawliet attempted to walk past her, but instead was caught by the neck.
“Where were you?”
“…Taking a walk…”
“Is that because you hate it here? Is that it, you ungrateful brat?!”
She pushed her son to the floor and with her foot, stepped on Lawliet’s chest, creating a torturous amount of pain. Lawliet winced under the pressure, and he struggled to breath.
“I wish you were never born!! Why don’t you just DIE!!”

No, Not yet. I’m not going to die yet…Not because of her…

Gathering his strength, he pushed his mother’s foot away from him and ran to his room. Lawliet shut the door and locked it, hoping that his mother wouldn’t follow.

Why did she have to say that? Of all the insults, this one was the worse by far. Lawliet cradled his head in his hands, and pondered over the realization of what his mother wanted. There’s not one word that could describe the pain he felt because of that. The barrage of insults, the horrid screaming, the laughs of some sick pleasure were more agonizing and had more of an effect on him, compared to the physical abuse. Being knocked unconscious or having a limb be broke, would be better than hearing that your own mother wanted you dead. It tore away at Lawliet’s heart.

Everything seemed relatively quiet. He couldn’t hear his mother, which came as a relief. Police sirens could be heard outside, and the glare of red lights streamed through his window.

Lawliet heard the front door be kicked in and a commanding yell from his mother. Suddenly a loud crash emitted from the living room and a gunshot followed suit. He knew his mother didn’t own a gun…The possible realization hit him. Lawliet burst through his own bedroom door and dashed toward the living room.

There in front of him, his mother on the floor clutching her shoulder as blood dripped from it and on to the floor where a crimson puddle started to take shape. She cursed at the man holding the gun that evidently shot her. Tears streamed down her face and she looked terrified. In a way, this was the most normal Lawliet had seen his mother in a long time.

The gunman turned his head and saw Lawliet standing there.
“You little bastard…”
The gun was now pointed directly at Lawliet. The gun was fired.

Did it really have to be this way?

Lawliet’s mother lunged toward her son, using her remaining strength. She hugged her son as she was shot in the back. Lawliet looked at his mother, as she die right in front of him.
“…I’m so sorry…My Lawliet…”
Her eyes closed as Death took her away.
“……Mother……”
When she did show her motherly self capable of loving her son…She died. It took an excessive threatening situation for that to happen. Lawliet watched helplessly as his mother slipped to the floor, unable to do anything.

The gunman ditched the murder scene as the police showed up at the house. Lawliet was driven to the police station, and to his surprise, noticed Quillish Whammy there.
“Lawliet.”
He immediately hugged the kind man before him, sobbing pitifully in his coat.
“Shhh…It’s alright now.”
Whammy tried his best to give Lawliet all the comfort he could.
“Do you want to come with me?”
Lawliet nodded his head. He just wanted to be safe, and away from this place.

In Whammy’s car, Lawliet learned his head against the windows watching the world fly by. He didn’t understand this place anymore, and wished he could comprehend this thing called life. Why did it have to be this unfair? Why did it have to be this unfair? Why did it have to be this way?

The car pulled into a driveway leading to an orphanage with a sign that said “Whammy’s House”. The car stopped and Whammy stepped outside the car and walked over to Lawliet’s passenger door and opened it. Lawliet stepped out and held Whammy’s hand as they walked to the gates of the orphanage, as the snow fell thick around them.

Lawliet made up his mind. He was to be a detective, finding criminals for their sinful transgressions toward society. To hopefully prevent unneeded crimes, and protect the innocent.
Especially murderers.
That’s what he wanted.

“Welcome home, L.”

Runaway Memories

I know that this story isn't going by the game, but I wanted my own little take on how Roxas and Axel meet. Roxas and Axel are probably two of my favorites in Kingdom Hearts, so I made this in honor of them.

As I stand here in front of the mirror, there’s somebody looking back. He’s got a blank expression on his face. No strand of joy is showing, nor happiness is visible in those crystal blue eyes of his. It’s like he’s trying to find an answer. Any answer, really. As long as some confusion can be cleared up, and proof be possible in the unsure life he lives.

I sometimes forget that’s me looking back at myself. Why? I’m not really sure. It just seems like it’s somebody else in my reflection. Confusion is something that has always been present in my life for as long as I remember. My life has been one long question that nobody seems to have the answer.

It’s a miserable feeling as I walk down the streets of Twilight Town, looking at people who’s faces are filled with pride and joy. They love their lives. I can tell by the smiles, laughter, and their eyes. But me? Well, I can’t say I love my life, but I don’t particularly hate it either. I’m here, that’s all. In a way, these people look normal. Maybe that’s why I can’t relate to them, because I don’t feel normal. I’m different from these people and I realize that. But I don’t really know what makes me different, that’s the problem. Like I said, it’s all just a confusing mess, which so happens to be called my life.

I walk up the steps leading to the train station. The train station and the clock tower are places I like to go when I want to be by myself and away from other people. That’s the way I was feeling right now. I’ve grown used to this feeling now it seems to happen more often. Like a daily routine or something. I guess I’d rather think then actually talk and communicate with people. That’s just who I am. Walking up the steps, I can easily hear the trains arriving and then departing again with a new land of passengers off to a new destination. Maybe another world perhaps? I closed my eyes at the thought, trying to shut off my mind from the idea of other worlds. I hated to think about that. If there I was being lied to all my life, therefore, add more unwanted and unneeded confusion.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I opened my eyes to the setting sun. At first, I thought I was seeing things as I looked at a man before me, standing by the railing. My eyes focused on him, and I realized he was real and not a hallucination. This man had his back to me, simply just staring out into the world. He was wearing a black long coat type garb, with black boots, and black gloves. It almost seemed as a type of uniform. What really striked me as odd, was his hair. His hair was kind of long and really spiky, it was a striking red color too. It reminded me of fire in a strange way. I’ve never seen this man before, so I figured I should just turn around and head back.

Before I could do so, the mysterious man sensed my presence and turned around to look at me. I was caught off guard by his piercing emerald eyes, and it was like I was frozen to the spot, not able to move in his piercing glare. But as I gazed at him, I noticed his fierce glare turn into a look of surprise and astonishment. The surprised look on his face then faded and his features loosened up to show a look of…relief? Who ever this strange man was, it was like he knew me or met me before. He turned his head away, and darkness enveloped him, making him disappear before my very eyes.

I wish I understood why he looked at me the way he did. And why I felt a sense of loneliness when he left. I didn’t even know that man, so why do I feel like I need to see him again? Turning around, I glanced at the clock on the side of the train station building. Five o’ clock. There’s no point in staying here to wait until that man returns. So, I decided to go back home. I walked down the steps and made my way down the street toward home.

It wouldn’t be until the near future that I would realize that this day would change my life drastically. That by meeting that strange man, a new door was unlocked and opened, and all I had to do was walk through it. That’s what I did.

That night, I had a dream about him. He was with a group of people like him. They were all wearing the same black uniform, with the hoods up to hide their faces. Even I was wearing one of those uniforms and I carried these two weapons in each hand. In this dream, I remember looking into a mirror and I saw another boy, not me. I knew he was a different person. When I looked at him, the name “Sora” came to mind. I don’t know why that was. The man with the red hair said something to me, but I couldn’t hear what he said to me. That was the moment I woke up.

I couldn’t help but think that maybe that man might have some answers to my questions. Getting out of bed, I decided to go to the clock tower and maybe…just maybe, see him again and get the opportunity to ask him questions that I felt he had the answers to. I headed outside and walked toward the clock tower. The morning sun was warm on my back, and a slight summer breeze swept through my hair. I made it to the clock tower and sat down in front of one of the clock faces. Sitting there, I felt calm and peaceful. I enjoyed spending my time relaxing there. Now, I wished that man would show up. I ended up dowsing off for a couple of hours.

When I woke up I glanced over and caught a glimpse of the mysterious man in black. He was leaning up against the clock face, his arms folded across his chest. Suddenly, he looked down at me with those emerald eyes. I quickly sat up, I felt uncomfortable with him looking at me like that.
“Do you remember me, Roxas?”
“How do you know my name? I never met you before.”
When I said that, something about his face changed. He looked saddened by the fact that I couldn’t remember him.
“Am I supposed to know you?”
“I hoped you would…”
For some reason I felt guilty for telling him that, like maybe I should know who he is.
“I’m sorry, but yesterday was the first time seeing you.”

I stood up slowly. Now I wasn’t sure about anything anymore, I just didn’t know what to do. How come I should know this man? But maybe this is just more reason to believe he can give me the answers I seek. Completely by surprise, this mysterious man rushed towards me and grabbed me by the shoulders.
“You have to remember me!”
He started to shake me by the shoulders, like an attempt to maybe jog my memory some way. I tried to tell him to stop, but he continued to interrogate me with a rampage of questions that I couldn’t answer.
“Please tell me that you remember me, Roxas! Its me…Axel…You have to remember me…”
I wish that I could tell him that I did. He was desperate for answers, just like me.
“I spent all this time trying to find you again. Then when I do, you don’t remember me or what life you used to live…”
Axel hung his head, looking at the ground.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what your talking about. But I think you have some answers that I want. That’s the reason I came here.”
“We were best friends.”
Axel lifted his head to look at me. I noticed tears start to form in his eyes.
“you were apart of Organization XIII. I can’t tell you why you’re here. I couldn’t stand to see you leave, Roxas. But now I think it’s better that you’re here and that you don’t remember what happened…”
Tears were streaming down his face.
“I don’t want you to be hurt anymore. Being here, you’ll be happier…that’s what I want…”
Axel’s arms wrapped around my body, hugging me.

In that instance, I felt a friendship and an undying bond between us. He was telling me the truth. True, I didn’t remember him or any of what happened, but I felt like he was my best friend. A sudden impact of longing hit me instantly right then.

Axel pulled away, and wiped away the tears with his sleeve.
“Maybe I will never remember everything, but thanks for telling me. I feel that you are my friend, even though I don’t remember you…”
Axel gave a little smile.
“I’m glad to hear that, but I should get going now.”
He started to walk away. I didn’t want him to leave right then, not yet. So, I grabbed a hold of his arm, making him stop.
“Before you go…How about some sea salt ice cream?”
“Yeah.”
We sat with our backs toward the clock face as we watched the sun set before us, while we ate our ice cream.

Finishing up my ice cream, I knew that Axel would be leaving soon. I didn’t want him to go though…
“Okay, I have to go now, Roxas.”
We both stood up and looked at each other.
“I don’t know when I’m going to see you again. I’m glad that I got to see you…Roxas, I’m going to tell you something because you deserve to know. You’re a Nobody, just like me. I know I don’t have a heart, but when I’m with you, it’s like I do…Thank you for that…”
Axel was enveloped with darkness like before, and vanished before me.

Nobody? I didn’t know what he meant by that. A tear fell down my face.
“Thank you…Axel…”

As I stand here in front of the mirror, there’s somebody looking back. He’s got a relieved expression on his face. No strand of hate is showing, nor pain is visible in those crystal blue eyes of his. It’s like he’s found the answer to his question.

I look at myself, I’m feeling joy. Actual joy.

Thank you for that.

My Vampire, My Guardian

Story about Alucard and Integra Hellsing. I do think that Alucard has a special bond with Integra, and that's what I wanted to base this story off of.

With a sudden jolt, Integra awoke from her nightmare with a yell. She sat up in bed, her body trembling in fear of the images she witnessed in her bloody dream. Wiping tears away from her crystal pale blue eyes, the 12 year old girl hugged herself. She was afraid. Integra always suffered from nightmares, but recently gotten worse due to all that has occurred in her lifetime. In the past when she would awaken to terrifying dreams, she would find comfort with her mother or father. Now she couldn’t, since they both died. Integra was left with the Hellsing organization and those original members of Hellsing that were willing to help her grow up to be a successful woman who was destined to be the leader of the organization that she was born into. She grew up knowing these people and was comfortable around them, even so, it wasn’t the same as being with her parents.

She was all alone in the world in her own tragic way. These dreams really did tear her apart emotionally. She wished there was somebody that she could run to as a source of comfort, and provide a sense of safety. If only there was someone like that in her life now…

Integra’s crying came to a halt suddenly as an idea occurred to her. Maybe there was somebody…or something. As she sat in her bed pondering over the thought, she realized she was foolish for such an idea. But for some unexplained reason, she wanted to see the very thing that haunted her mind constantly. Integra couldn’t begin to comprehend this, for it troubled her as to why she wanted to see that monster.

Before she realized what she was doing, Integra slipped out of bed, replaced the glasses back on her delicate face and lit a candle before walking out noises, she sneaked her way to the key that was placed upon a string as a necklace and unlocked the dudgeon door before her, making sure to securely close it behind her.

The cold, damp, and dark corridor gave off an eerie affect. Integra didn’t know why she wanted to come down to this dudgeon to see him of all things. Continuing to walk, she tried to look for the iron door to his chamber. She finally spotted it, halting right in front of the door, deciding whether or not she should really do this. Her hands were slightly trembling as she opened the door to Alucard’s chamber.

A handsome man wearing a fancy crimson long coat over a finely tailored suit, along with clean crisp white gloves, and black boots, was sitting in a long-back chair with his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap. Integra took a step closer, looking around at her surroundings. Analyzing the dark chamber, she noticed a side table by Alucard’s chair with a hat also the color of crimson and glasses that she knew belonged to the man sitting in front of her. She saw what looked like a wine bottle and a wine glass filled with a liquid…a dark red substance. Blood. A candle was lit and set upon the table also, so she quickly put out her own that she carried.

Integra glanced over to the wall to the right of her. Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. A coffin. She wasn’t actually surprised to see it in this chamber, but just the thought of having a sanctuary for the dead located right there in front of her. It sent a chill down her spine. She couldn’t seem to look away from it.
“Good evening, Master.” The sound of Alucard’s voice broke her trance. Looking up, she saw those blood red eyes piercing through her very soul. The man a smile of some sick humor, showing razor sharp fangs.

Why did she end up here of all places? Why in this chamber with this “gift” left to her by her late father? Why a vampire? This vampire, Alucard, served as her protection. Integra awakened him from a vampiric slumber of more than twenty years, not more than a couple of months ago.
“Don’t you think it a little unwise for a human to walk into a vampire’s liar?”
“I know, but honestly I don’t really know why I’m here. It’s all so confusing.” She looked down at her feet, then suddenly all the emotions that were caged up inside her came out in tears.
“I’m sorry…I’ll leave.” She turned to go, while rubbing away the stream of tears.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I vowed to the Hellsing family years ago that I would protect the lord of the family and organization. That is you now. Your under my protection from now on.”
“It’s not that!” Integra snapped back at Alucard, turning to look at him.
“It’s just that everything is falling apart in my life, and there’s nobody to run to for help…”
“There must be a reason why you are here, Master. Do you need anything?”
“I just need somebody to talk to.” Integra walked up to the vampire and stopped.

Maybe that was the answer all along…
“Is it okay that I talk to you, Alucard?”
“If that is your command, Master.” She took this opportunity to step forward and before thinking about what she was doing, climbed on to Alucard’s lap. Integra had no idea why she did that, and looked up at a face worn by absolute puzzlement.

“I’m sorry…I don’t know why I did that.”
“I’m just surprised that you did. If I was in your position, I wouldn’t even sit on the lap of a vampire that said he’d protect me. You’re very brave, Master.” Sitting on Alucard’s lap, she realized that he was vary cold, similar to ice. Even his clothes were cold.
“I heard you hollering earlier. Why was that?”
“I…I had a bad dream.”
“What about, Master?”

Reluctantly, Integra told him the best she could.
“People being brutally murdered without mercy. You were the cause…” Hesitantly, she looked up at the pale cold face.
“I see.”
“Do vampires dream?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you?”
“……”
“You don’t have to answer.”
“Sometimes, I dream of a world that only I exist.”
“But why?”
“Because I don’t like anyone in particular.”
“Oh…not even vampires?”
“I don’t like humans or vampires in general. There may be a few individuals that are okay.”

Integra sat there and listened, thinking about what Alucard said. Sleep tried to take a hold of her, she began to feel heavy as her body relaxed.
“A world like that would be nice…” Her conscious fell into darkness as a dark sleep overcame her. Alucard glanced down to see his Master asleep in his lap. He smirked at the spectacle.
“To fall asleep on a vampire’s lap…the most idiotic thing that a human could commit.”

He swore to never harm her.
Alucard stood up with Integra in his arms, careful not to crush the 12 year old girl with his preternatural strength. Walking out of his chamber, then through the dudgeon and out. He was cautious not to wake her. He walked along the mansion’s finely decorated hallways and stopped when he got to Integra’s bedroom door. Focusing with his mind on the door handle, Alucard opened it and walked inside. With ease, the vampire laid her down on her bed.
“I will never hurt you, Master.” He turned on his heels and disappeared in thin air.

Back in the chamber, Alucard reappeared, morphing in from the wall. He walked over to his chair, sat down and picked up the wine glass that was sitting on the table. Alucard took a sip of the blood, and rested his head against the back of the chair.

“I will always protect you, Master…”