Well, I promised I'd write, so here you go; you can stop worrying
about me now. I'm fine. We arrived safely two months ago, and Jei thinks it's safe to get
ahold of you now, as long as I'm careful and don't write anything too specific, or mention any
Still, I think everyone would feel better if you burned this letter after reading it,
just to be on the safe side.
I'll try to send you a postcard; this country is really beautiful.
Even I can appreciate that much, even after everything that's happened. I can see why Jei
decided to return here. We can't stay for long, of course. Eventually something will happen.
Someone will say the wrong thing or do something stupid, and Jei will lose his temper, if you
catch my drift. The Jerk suggested it'd be smart if we keep moving periodically, which will
be interesting. Looks like I'll get to see the world after all. It was hard enough just
convincing the others to leave Jei under my "supervision". (Me, a role model. What a scary
Speaking of the Jerk, he taught me a few exercises during the flight.
Things he was taught in school that will help me concentrate better and enrich my mind. You
don't have to worry about seeing him again. He's home now, and surprisingly, the American
went with him. I know you're less than fond of the Jerk, but he's... well, not quite a
"friend", but... I'm not sure what we are. It's strange that I never really thought about it
until we separated. Let's just say I never thought I'd actually miss his smartass comments.
Still, it's for the best; if we had to see each other every day, I'm sure we'd eventually go
for each other's throats.
Their young friend is gone, too, and he brought his girlfriend with
him. The American didn't want to let her come along at first, but the kid and I managed to
talk him into it. The two lovebirds are off on their own in a place so overly populated that
slipping by unnoticed should be easy. I got a postcard from his girlfriend the other day,
which was a bit of a surprise considering what an airhead she is. The paper lanterns they put
up for the holidays are very festive.
I have some good news.
My side has healed up nicely, but even better than that, it seems all
this exercise has done me some good. I put up my cane for good earlier this month. I don't
need it anymore. Sometimes it's strange not having it with me, because I got so accustomed to
it. But it's still a great relief to be able to walk and run normally again after so
I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly. I know it must have hurt you, but
I hope you've come to realize that I did what I had to. I am not the sister you might
remember from our youth, but I hope it makes you feel better if I tell you I really am more
content than I've been in a long long time. And one day I'll show up on your doorstep as if
I'd never left, and we can try to make things work again.
But I feel as if I should warn you because I don't want to take you by
surprise again as I did before.
The next time you see me, I will be different. I'm still changing,
and time is against me. Don't worry, this isn't a "disease" that can kill me, but it's
something I chose. I have already asked the Jerk for a favor. When the day comes where I
decide I'm ready to come home again, I will go see him, and he will do his own diagnosis. If
the damage is too great, if he thinks it will be too dangerous for both of us for me to
return, then I may have to break my promise to you. But I swear I will try to get home before
things get that grim.
I don't say this to scare you, or hurt you, or make you worry about
me. I only want you to be prepared for the "worst".
Just remember that I chose this.
You might never understand why, just as I'm sure you cannot understand
why I chose to travel with Jei.
One day maybe I'll get the chance to explain all of this. I hope so.
I want you to understand. I want you to be happy, even if it means you have to let go of me
Help is a lot closer than you think, 'niisan. Open your eyes a little
and you might notice something that's been there the whole time. I hope you come to terms
with your own feelings and let someone else step in and help you for once.
As for me... Don't worry. You can at least rest assured that I am not
in any immediate danger. I am quite capable of looking out for myself. Jei and the Jerk are
good teachers, even if their subjects of "self defense" are wildly different.
Besides, I don't think Jei would tolerate anyone stupid enough to mess
So, please let this letter comfort you at least in some small way,
even if it also hurts you. Remember to burn it, and tell the others I said hello.
I'm going to say this now in case the next time I write I am unable to
find it in myself to do so.
I miss you. No matter what happens, how much I change, you will
always be my brother.
I'll see you again someday, I hope.
//One Year Later : France\\
The boy was used to the crowds. He'd been playing in the streets his
whole life, and at thirteen thought himself quite the expert at dealing with the streets and
all its strange occupants. The wealthy, the poor, the businessmen, the Important, the
musicians, the tourists. He could weave through them all, could tell at a glance which
category a person fell into. He was a hard boy to surprise, and he prided himself on the
fact. Some of his friends, the younger ones at least, looked up to him.
But they wouldn't be happy with him if he was late, and he was already
pushing it. He dodged, ducked, and squirmed through the packed street, jogging along and
casting quick glances at his watch every now and then. He had only a few hours of free time,
and then his mother would come looking for him. He had a busy schedule of intense playing
ahead of him, and he didn't want to waste another minute.
Skip out of the way of that fat gentleman there, race past the small
band on the corner, squeeze between two indignant ladies, cover the face to hide from that
irritating policeman, dodge the group of tourists...
He looked down at his watch. I can still make it, he thought
The moment of inattention cost him. He ran slap-bang into a hard
unyielding back and bounced off with a startled cry. He landed on his ass on the sidewalk,
reaching up quickly to cup his smarting nose. Scowling, he turned his annoyed gaze upwards to
see who had so thoughtlessly gotten in his way. Really, who stopped at these damn
crosswalks?? Had to be tourists...
It was a man and a woman, foreigners both. They had turned slightly
to look down at him, wondering what all the commotion was about.
The man wasn't very tall, but he was certainly built. He looked as if
he could snap a dithering thirteen year old in two with his bare hands. He was dressed in
black loose-fitting pants and a black vest, and every inch of his pale skin was covered in old
scars. Red hair, grim mouth, and... a black eyepatch. His single golden eye bore down on him
in a steady unnerving gaze.
The woman was wearing a simple white sundress, her long thick hair
pulled back in a braid. She was beautiful, with large eyes, a nice mouth, and a great
No one paid much attention to either one of them as they hurried by.
They'd seen stranger people than the man, though his scars were a bit out of place. And the
girl was pretty, but obviously not important.
But the boy remained frozen where he was and stared up at them, unable
to speak. An unexplainable fear had clenched his heart in an icy grip, and he could feel his
entire body starting to break out in a sweat. All of his instincts screamed at him to get up
and just run. Run away, don't look back, don't stop, just go.
Because as unimportant as they seemed at first glance, the boy could
see something in their eyes as they stared impassively down at him, and it made him more
afraid than he'd ever been in his life. There was something there, in those cold eyes,
something primal and dark and lethal. There was no hint of kindness or concern in the woman's
gaze as she looked at him, only a cold black nothing that made his lungs refuse to
There was no impatience or curiosity in the man's eyes. Only
something that made the boy think of-- for the first time in years --monsters and creeping
shadows and bumps in the night. The things nightmares were made of. He began to shake so
hard his palms lost a bit of purchase on the ground and he scraped away some skin catching
Then abruptly they turned away, giving him no more thought than they
would a stray dog. They stepped out into the street and walked away. Within moments they
were gone, disappearing into the crowd.
The boy stayed where he was for a little while longer, still shaking
and fighting not to cry, not fully understanding why, only knowing that every animalistic
instinct in him had told him-- Danger.
Then he was scrambling to his feet, shoving people roughly aside as he
ran. He no longer wanted to play. He ran all the way home, and didn't stop until he was
safely inside with the door locked behind him, the memory of those merciless eyes burned into
Author's Notes: I can't believe this fic is actually over o__o I've been working on it
practically nonstop for the last couple weeks; it's been infecting my brain so that I can't
write anything else and I go to bed thinking about not much else.
But it is-- it's done.
This fic was difficult in a lot of ways-- it was my first het fic and my first attempt at a
first-person present fic. I'm glad I didn't manage to mangle it too horribly XD;;
^_^ Thank you for everyone that reviewed and/or read it~ <3 <3
I do have a request, tho. I don't think this will be any real problem, since usually it's
just my GW fics that are hosted elsewhere, but I need to ask that no one hosts this fic
anywhere else on the web. You can leave a link to it, or rec it, or whatever, but please do
not ask to actually host it on another web site. I'm going to keep it on Patterns of Blood
only (for mediaminer readers, sorry, it will be taken down from mm.org eventually). This is
partly because this story is just too personal to me, and partly because there is the
possibility of this turning into an original work of fiction one day.
But thank you thank you for reading it, and for those whose reviews made me feel like I'd
written something ppl could enjoy ^___^
And to Mami, perhaps the fic's most rabid fan.... happy now? >XD And domo~
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