Redo: Knight Hunters Weiss Kreuz

CHAPTER 1

Friend

What am I...?

Who am I...? What makes me..me...?

Why am I so..different...?

What sets me apart from everyone else...?

What exactly is it,...that makes us.. us...?

She continued to ask herself this...over...and over...and over again.

What exactly am I? Why did I live...while they died? Why...why...? Why can't I just live a normal life...a normal life...like everyone else? But then again...what is normal anyways? For me...nothing's normal...and nothing ever will be...

She'd been asking herself this stuff for the past 3 months...and yet…still no answers seem to come to her. Who is she? Well...even she doesn't know the answer to that one anymore. Actually, right now...all that she knew was that she was in a hospital bed. No family, no friends, no nothing. Nothing at all...nothing except herself and her own tormenting thoughts and memories...or at least what memories she had left anyway.

Outside, the sounds of the busy city could be heard. The bellowing horns, the shouting people, and the sound of a bell, signaling for school to start as all the students run inside it for a day of learning.

She'd lost all joy in listening to those things...the things in which give so many others so much joy. Although, she didn't really see the point in them anymore. There was really no reason for her to.

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In another room of the hospital, a man sighed heavily as he ran his thumb over a sleeping girl's delicate hand, lightly moving it back and forth.

"Please wake up Aya...I miss you..." he said to his little sister as he watched her just laying there, in her motionless state.

She's been like this for years now he thought to himself.

"Well...I'd better get going. The others have probably broken something by now..." he spoke softly to her.

With that, he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. As he started to leave, he noticed a door open, just a few rooms down. Therefore, he walked over to it, spotting a young girl laying in a bed. She appeared to be a few years younger than himself. The name on the door says Elizabeth Mitsua.

Hm...her room…it's so empty... doesn't she get any visitors?

"Oh, hello there, how are you today?" a voice called, startling him a bit, I might add.

He turned around to find a young woman standing there dressed in a nurse's uniform, a smile on her face as she greeted him.

"Hm...? Oh...uh...I'm fine, thank you," he said.

"So...I see you've noticed our miracle patient."

"Miracle patient?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Yes...you see Elizabeth here...well...let's just say she lived through something that she shouldn't have been able to," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, her house caught fire and a little after, it just...exploded somehow... She was caught right in the middle of it. She's lucky that she lived. When she was brought in she had suffered incredible burns to her body," she explained.

"Well...where's her family? I mean...I would think that someone would at least care enough to visit her and make sure that she's okay. It doesn't seem as though she's had any visitors at all," he questioned with a bit of curiosity.

"That's just it...the poor thing...she...she lost everything in that accident. Her parents...even her little sister...that was the only family she had. Her parents were both an only child, her grandparents are dead, and there are no family friends either. What's even sadder is that there wasn't hardly even anybody at their funeral, plus... she never even got to go to her family's funeral. She's been cooped up in here for 3 months now. Her burns are gone shockingly... but I'm afraid that she's still in pain and it's pain on the inside too..."she told him.

As she told him this, he felt something crack on the inside, also a feeling of familiarity to a degree as well.

She shouldn't have to go through something like this.

"Doesn't she ever get any visitors though?" he asked.

"No, unfortunately not. She never had a single one. In fact," she paused for a moment, looking up at him, "you're the first person to actually even notice her. Everyone else, they just walk right by without a single thought to it. You see nobody will even go near her, their excuse is that they are busy or they don't have the time or they just don't want to. I'm the only one that even talks to her... or at least I try to. She won't even talk anymore and when she does it's only a few words if that," she said with a sigh.

No one even pays her any attention…

"She's completely closed herself off from the world. She just let herself go and I'm lucky if I can even get her to eat anything at all. She…she just... lays there...she lays there on her bed all day long. She hasn't even been outside once the whole time that she's been here. Although... she does draw...I...I think...I think it's her escape, her way of relieving herself from the pain that she feels," she said, her eyes staring up at him.

She then hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"You…come here quite often, don't you?" she asked carefully.

"Yes, I do. I come here to visit my sister," he told her.

A spark of realization seemed to hit her when he told her this.

"Ms. Aya Fujimiya correct?" she asked in an attempt to answer her silent question.

"Yes, that's her."

"She's lucky you know... to have a brother like you," she said with a smile.

"Thank you..." he said quietly, trying to put on a small smile of his own.

It was hard for him to smile anymore after everything that's happened to him and his little sister Aya. Most of the time, he'd have to force a smile, just to seem polite. It's not his fault that he didn't have anything to smile for anymore.

"Can I...ask you something?" she spoke slowly.

"What would that be?" he asked her.

"Well, since you come here so often I thought maybe, just maybe if you got the chance... you could visit Elizabeth. Maybe talk to her a little. Maybe, try to be her friend," she said, almost scared to ask as if she would be told no.

He was shocked, really he was. Nobody had ever asked him something like that before.

"You see, the reason why I asked you this is because...I'm afraid…that if things keep going the way that they are now...if they continue to progress...I'm afraid that she may very well die," she told him, her voice full of sadness. "So please... will you try and help her please... I don't want to see her end that way, not when she still has her whole life ahead of her," she pleaded to him.

"Alright, I'll try my best to help if I can."

"Thank you, thank you so much," she said, almost in tears now.

"Water?" came a low voice from the room.

When he turned, he saw that the girl hadn't even moved. She still just laid there staring out the window.

"Of course dear. Well, thank you Mr. Fujimiya," the nurse said as she grabbed Elizabeth's cup, leaving him in the hallway.

"Hello?" called the voice once again, still looking out the window.

"Hello," he answered as he stepped into the room.

He just stood there, standing over her slightly as he watched those distant, empty eyes of hers turn toward him.

"You're...not afraid of me..."she said with the slightest smile on her face.

"No, why would I be?" I asked in confusion.

"Everyone else…they're… afraid of me…just like they always have been," she said, the last part coming out in a whisper, though he still heard it.

He pulled a chair up alongside her bed and sat down so that he could talk. He saw her sketchbook laying there on the bed beside her and it was flipped open to a page where she had drawn something.

"Your sketch book, might I see it?" he asked kindly, trying to be nice to her.

She looked at him for a moment as though thinking it over. She then picked it up, bringing it toward herself before carefully handing it to him, holding it out for him to take.

"Mm," she said with a nod, causing him to chuckle quietly.

"Thank you," he said as he took it from her wary hand and began to look through it.

What he saw amazed him, he had never something so well drawn out, it was just amazing.

"They're amazing. You're a wonderful artist," he told her and it was the truth, she was a very good artist.

Then, she stopped him by placing her hand on top of his. He looked up at her questioningly as she took his hand and turned the pages toward the back. What he saw next was unbelievable in his mind. It was a rose, a red rose. It was drawn so delicately, so precise, so perfectly, so much time and effort resulting in something so beautiful. He looked back up at her and she smiled at him, she actually smiled a genuine smile.

"It's beautiful," he said to her in a soft, gentle voice.

"It...reminds… me...of...you..."she said in such a low, soft, gentle voice.

He was shocked when she said it reminded her of him.

"I...want…you...to…have…it, "she said slowly.

He couldn't believe what she was saying. She had put so much time and effort into making something so beautiful and she was giving it to him, someone she just met, someone she didn't even know.

"What?" he asked in confused.

"I…want...you...to... have…it, "she said once more with a smile upon her face. "It's... my…favorite. My favorite flower," she told him.

"Heh. you know what?"

"What?" she whispered.

"It's actually mine too," he told her and honestly it was, he loved roses, they were so beautiful.

"We have...something…in... common," she said.

"So we do," he agreed, a small smile gracing his lips.

He paused for a moment and decided on telling her something else.

"You know Elizabeth, I actually work as a florist and so I'm actually around flowers all the time."

"Hm…now…that you... mention…it...you do…kind of...smell like flowers," she admitted with a little laugh, then starting to sniff him.

"HEY!" he let out a startled yelp.

"You smell like...roses…begonias...jasmine...and...lilacs," she said with a laugh, causing him to let out a small laugh of his own.

"Hm…I have an idea, how about I take you to the flower shop once you're out of here?" he asked her, already knowing the answer.

"R-really? You would…really…do that for me?" she asked, evident excitement in her voice.

He nodded his head, carefully selecting my next words.

"Of course I would, I mean I am your friend now, right?"

"Friend?" she looked up at him for a moment, "I...never...had a...friend before..."she said now in deep thought once again.

"Yeah," he began, "a friend. I'll be your friend, someone that you can talk to, someone that will cheer you up when you're sad, someone who's there for you and has your back," he explained, trying to get her to understand.

"A friend? I-I'd like that…very much…um," she paused as though asking a silent question.

"Aya, my name is Aya," he told her, using the same name that he gave anyone else.

"Okay…I'd like that very much...Aya," and as she said this her eyes seemed to soften a bit, the color becoming a bit brighter and not as dull, she was starting to come around.

Okay everyone, that's chapter 1 after rewriting it a bit. Please REVIEW or MESSAGE me letting me know what you think? No matter how short or simple it may be. I like knowing whether or not people actually like my stories. Also please check out my other stories for Final Fantasy 7 if you like Vincent and Chaos, Labyrinth for Jareth the Goblin King, Escaflowne for Folken, Sailor Moon for Tigers Eye (which I will likely end up redoing as well), Fullmetal Alchemist for Scar, Fruits Basket for Kyo, X-Men for Gambit, and Prince of Tennis for Kaidoh.