A Prologue.

I wake up to an unknown ceiling.

I slowly sit up and take a look around. I had been asleep in one of the four beds in the room. The only other bed that had someone was the one directly in front of me, which had a young boy. To his side where some medical equipment, with a full bag of some liquid hanging from a hook in a tall rod, connected to the reverse of the boy's hand by a plastic tube.

I look to the side of my bed and see similar things, only that I'm not connected to anything.

My surroundings, together with the white gown I'm wearing and the extensive bandages around my chest, give me an idea as to how my current situation came to be.

After a while, a doctor came and asked me a few questions, about my name, age and how I got injured. The smile on his face seemed somewhat stiff.

I told him my name was Tohno Shiki. And that I was 9 years old. As for the last question, I told him I dint know. He explained to me that I had been injured during a traffic accident, and that a really big peace of broken glass had incrusted deeply in my chest. He also told me that surviving that was "nothing but a miracle".

I listened to his explanation and accepted it. It definitively felt like something had gone through my chest. So after what for the doctor seemed too little time to process the information, I asked the question that was really bothering me.

-Sir, what are those black lines over everything? They're even on you and your clothes.

His expression flattened for a moment before returning to his wide smile. He told me to rest a bit longer, that it was simply because my body was still tired. He went to one of the nurses in the corridor and whispered to her something that I couldn't make out.

-Make sure to check his eyes latter, he may have ocular or brain damage.

Needless to say, the lines didn't go away after resting.

Every time I looked at them, it made me feel a little nauseous. One day, out of curiosity, I tried to touch one of the lines in the bed.

To my surprise, my finger sank a little inside of it. Intrigued, I thought that I would be able to trace the line if I had something thinner. I used the plastic knife from lunch for this.

After I traced a certain section of the bed's lines, I suddenly heard a loud *SNAP* sound, and in front of me laid the bed, now cleanly split into two, through the line that I had traced.

The boy in the bed in front of my screamed, and the nurses rushed in. I was repeatedly questioned how I had done it, but no matter how many times I told the doctors that I had traced the black lines with the plastic knife, they would never believe me.

-Those black lines don't exist, Tohno-Kun. Now be a good boy and tell us how you did it, I promise you we will not get angry.

But I insisted on my story. It was the truth.

-I see. We will continue this discussion later.- The clearly annoyed adult said.

That continued for a few days, until I got tired of it. Out of frustration, I tried to escape from the hospital and run. Maybe I could get to my house.

But I was so tired; every step that I took hurt me.

After running with all my might, and running out of breath, I dropped to the floor.

-What's this… I could barely reach the open field next to the hospital…

I laid there for a while, feeling powerless. Suddenly a shadow was cast over my face. I sat up to see who it was, perhaps some nurse trying to bring me back.

But I was wrong. In front of me stood a tall woman with long red hair, wearing jeans and a plain white shirt. She was carrying a big brown suitcase in one of her hands. Her cyan eyes were looking directly at me.

-Hey, be careful I almost step on you. You are so small that I dint see you. - She said with a mocking grin.

My face turned to a frown. I do not think I am that small; after all I'm the tallest of the kids in my house. "Who is small?" I said to her not as a question.

-You, of course! Who else could it be? There's nobody around. -She said that back to me. After a few moments her grin softened into a normal smile and she added:

"So, I'm free right now. Want to talk?" as she sat on the ground.

After that we talked for a while, about a lot of things. She told me her name was Aozaki Aoko, And that she was a magician. I was greatly surprised by this; her words were totally true to me.

When we talked, most of the time it was her listening to my stories, adding a few comments here and there. I would tell her about how I played with the other kids back at the mansion, about how my father Makihisa could be a tyrant sometimes, or about my little sister Akiha, who always struggled to keep up with me when we ran, and many other stories.

Soon, it started getting late and the woman stood up.

-We better leave it here; I have some things to take care of today. -She said.

My heart felt tight, as if it had been squeezed. I was sad to depart with the first person I've been able to talk to; really talk, not like the pretended listening that most adults use with kids.

As I was about to say goodbye, she said:

-Let's talk again tomorrow yes? Here at the same time of today?

My face immediately became a smile.

-Yes!

-Okay, see you tomorrow then!

…

We spent the following days casually talking about various things. She seemed to be someone really smart, so I decided to call her Sensei. One day, I decided to surprise Sensei, so I showed her what I could do with the lines by cutting a tree in half using one of the plastic knives.

-Isn't it cool Sensei? I can see these black lines over things, and if I trace the lines, it is cut in half in that same place. -I said with a proud smile, like I was showing off a skill I had mastered.

The reaction I got was not what I was expecting. The next thing I felt was the force of her open palm slapping me in the cheek.

-Shiki, Promise me you will never do that again! -She said with a stern voice, kneeling in front of me.

I didn't really understand completely, but after that I felt that what I had done was a terrible thing. I started to cry and apologized.

She closed in and hugged me, and spoke with a soft voice.

-I'm sorry Shiki, It's not your fault, but I need you to tell me more about those lines you see.

As I explained more and more details about the lines to Sensei, her hold on me grew tighter.

-Shiki, those eyes of yours... they're special; Terribly, impossibly special.

She put her hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.

-Those Lines you see, they are the places where all things are the weakest. Your eyes allow you to see them, and that's why tracing those lines cuts the object, but it would be more accurate to say that the object is 'destroyed'.

I felt scared at the explanation she gave me. -But Sensei, if that is what they are, then I may accidentally touch them, and break things around me.

-Yes, that is indeed a possibility. Hum…-She was immersed in her thoughts a little moment, and then said –Lets meet tomorrow Shiki, I may be able to give you something that could help.

I saw her the next day, in the same place and time that we first met.

She placed her brown suitcase on the ground and opened it, and after looking around inside of it for a while, she took out a pair of glasses. She came close and gently placed them on my face.

-Wow Sensei, Its like magic! You made those horrible lines disappear!

-Of course, I am the best magician, Aozaki Aoko! But Shiki, those glasses are only capable of hiding the lines while you wear them. Whenever you take them off, you will see those lines again.

Hearing that, my exigent dropped.

-But Sensei… I'm afraid that I could break the promise I made you.

-Oh, that about never using your power? Silly, you can break that promise any time. You see, God never gives people power without a reason, so there will certainly come a day in which you may need to use it. When that time comes, feel free to take of those glasses. What's important is that you learn the weight of the power you have, so that you don't use it lightly and start thinking of objects, and lives, as thing's that you can simply break.

-I… think that I understand Sensei, thanks for the gift.

-It was nothing. –She said with a smile.

–Just remember Shiki, unique Skills attract unique Skills, so you should be careful not to show off your power. –She added the last part with a more serious tone.

–Now then. -She said standing up. –I'm sorry to say this Shiki, but this will be the last time that we meet. I have finished the things I came to do in this country.

Her words suddenly left me speechless, feeling sadness at the thought that I may never see again this person that has helped me so much.

-Well, it's my time to go. Bye Shiki! It was a pleasure to meet you.

And while I stood there, not able to put my thoughts in order; just like that she left, with the same speed she had appeared into my life. And I wasn't capable of saying a single word of farewell, nor could I fully thank her for everything she had done for me.

But even so, I would forever deeply treasure the moments that we spent together, and the things that I learned from her.

…

That day, after returning to my hospital room with slow steps, I noticed that the boy of the bed in front of mine wasn't there, and in his place was another boy. He was perhaps one or two years younger than me, and looked to be in a worse condition that the previous kid was.

He had bright brown hair, cut short. His body looked rather fragile, like he was somewhat sick. But what most caught my attention where his eyes, each of a different color: the right one was dark brown, yet the left one was a clear bright green. This boy was also connected to a few machines reading some things about his health.

Despite his appearances, he could talk, so we did so to pass time. He said his name was Okimoku Satoshi.

Apparently, his current state of being connected to so many machines was just an exaggeration, because he just had lost consciousness once due to a fever, but that since he had a weak constitution, her Aunt likes that to take him through full checks to be safe.

-Isn't it a little bit annoying? –I asked him, with no bad intentions.

-Just a bit, but she does it because she cares for me, so I can't really get mad. –He said with a smile that showed warmth as he referred to her caretaker.

I spent the rest of my days in the hospital occasionally talking with Satoshi, he told me about how he lived alone with his Aunt, and I told him of how I mostly spent my time playing with my little sister.

He was a good friend that helped me ease the feeling of loss that departing with Sensei had left.

….

When I was finally discharged from the hospital, I received the news that my father had decided that I would no longer live in the mansion, and that I would go to live with a branch of the family.

It pained me to think that I would not see my friends, especially Akiha, but even so I knew that everything would be all right. After the important lessons that I learned from Sensei, Tohno Shiki would be fine no matter what the future may hold.

Autor's Note:

Hello there, demosx here. This is my first fanfic that I publish on this site, after a few years of reading I thought I may as well give a shot to posting here.

I'm a really big fan of type moon in general, but more on the side of tsukihime. Something that I always thought about, like many other authors here, its about the "what if's".

This fic is essentialy a little bunch of those thrown together to see what comes out. The main theme is that little changes can have wildly varying results. The principal changes are:

-Shiki will actually decide to answer to Akiha's letters after leaving the mansion, and in perhaps to show a little mercy because of his monstrous self, Makihisa will allow they're correspondence.

-And, the Shiki-Arihiko duo will become a band of friends, with a pair of OC's to mix with the pair, hence the tittle "Lunar Warrior's"

This prologue is essentially the same as the original, only that shorter and with a little seed for the future.

Reviews and comments of all kinds will be highly appreciated, I publish so I can get better. Having nothing more to say, see you when I update!