Well, what can I say? I'm writing a heterosexual relationship! I'm surprised by myself. But I couldn't resist, I mean, who can when faced with such a gorgeous man like Genesis? That man is my GOD. If it would not have raised my roommate's suspicion about me being entirely insane (which I am, but that's another matter), I'd have installed my own, precious altar dedicated to everything that even reminds me of him. With a big, enormous, giganormous picture of Gackt over my bed.

Ah, such sweet dreams I'd have...

But anyway. This is a story I made up while I was in Sweden, and such there will be some words that I slipped into this chapter that are in swedish. But no worries, my dolls, everything will be translated at the end of the chapter.

Originally this was supposed to be for Quizilla, but I thought, why the heck not? and posted it here. Currently I've finished chapter five and begun chapter six, but it's going to take some time, as always. Now, I'm supposed to erase myself from this page and let you read in peace. Pity, it was nice talking to you. Oh, well.

Hopefully you'll like this little piece that I created out of boredom! Peace, ya all!

Chapter One: Wish and the Orb

Ren sighed, looking boredly out of the window. The teacher was going on and on about some arithmetic gibberish that she understood nothing of. Math never was her strong point anyway. Kyoko-sensei, their teacher, was now writing something on the black board, an equation of some sort, and pointed out the student beside her, a boy named Shigure Takamura, or somethin'. With a cocky grin he gave the correct answer and sat back on his chair, giving the class a victorious look.

Bloody nerd.

She hated them. Why did they always understand everything, when she had to electrocute nearly ninety percent of her brain to make it work correctly. And she still got the wrong answer eight times out of ten.

Kyoko-sensei had written another incomprehensible equation on the board and was going to ask her to answer it(she just knew it by the way her eyes were glittering maliciously, pointedly roaming the class and stopping too many times on her to be safe) when luckily, the bell rang.

She exhaled softly. 'Thank the gods.'

She swiftly packed up her belongings in her bag and shouldered it, making her way to the door, shuffling through the other students. Kyoko-sensei looked very displeased as she watched her going out with everyone else.

'Take that, bitch.' She never did like that teacher anyway.

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Making her way home, she shuddered at the cold. Winter times were often harsh, but she liked the snow that came with it. The white sheet covering everything was beautiful, as if the gods wanted to hide the unpure from their godly eyes. Pure or not, it was still pretty.

She pushed her white, knitted hat down on her head, shivering a bit. Taking care not to let her coat fly open with the wind, she trudged quietly all the way, slowed down by the few centimeters of snow on the road.

She waved at a neighbor as she unlocked the door, and entered the dark and quiet house. Her parents would be coming home at seven, and it was only four right now. Hearing the scratching of small paws on the floor, she smiled and bent down on her knees, taking the two small furry animals in her arms.

" Tadaima, Belial, Lilith." The kittens mewled happily and licked her cheek and nose, giving it a gentle bite of welcome. Ren put them back on the floor and proceeded to take off her coat, hat, scarf and gloves, shaking off the excess of snow that had fallen on her.

After putting them in the wardrobe near the door, she took off her shoes and placed them neatly on the floor. Picking up her kittens, she went to the kitchen and refilled their bowls of water, cleaning up the drops that had splattered around them.

She yawned a bit when she was done, having also fed Belial and Lilith their small portion of cat food. When all was finished, she went up to her room to start on her homework. She probably would only do half before packing it up, totally discouraged by the heavy thinking she had to do.

When her small prediction showed itself to be the truth, as usual, she growled at the papers in front of her. Stupid teachers and their stupid homework. She hated them all. Stuffing everything into her bag, she lounged back on her chair, sighing heavily at the unfairness of the world.

"If only something different and great could happen to me." She said out loud unhappily.

Sure, she had the sweetest parents in the world, a few good friends, a house and plenty of food, she still felt like that there was a void in her life, some sort of need that had to be fulfilled in some way. Only, she didn't know what she wanted, nor what she had to do to get it.

She went down again, thinking a soda would clear her head a little better. Opening the bottle, she sipped carefully the fizzy and sugary liquid. As she put the soda down, she saw a sliver of paper attached to the fridge. Frowning, she took it and examined it suspiciously, wondering what her parents wanted.

Hej, gumman!

How are you? I hope you're doing your homework correctly, young lady! Your father and I will be later than usual, but there's some sushi waiting for you in the fridge. Don't forget to take out the garbage, and, if it isn't too much trouble, could you also put away a few packets upstairs for me? You just need to put them on one of the shelves in the attic.

For the rest, you know the drill.

With much love,

Mamma.

'Yeah, yeah, no letting any strangers in, don't open the door to anyone you don't know, etc.' She sighed. 'Well, it could be worse.' She patted a purring Lilith on the head, staring distractedly on the weird, smiling figure badly drawn on the paper before searching for the packets. She found them near the staircase, and unconsciously counted that there were only three of them. They were wrapped in brown paper, probably some vases or old, bizarre things. Her mother always did like antiquities and strange objects.

Carefully balancing them in her arms, she slowly went up the stairs and unlocked the attic, unfolding the wooden ladder so she could climb up. Upon reaching the other floor, she switched on the small lamp hanging from the roof.

Many things had been stocked up here after years of collecting from her mom. She could see paintings of ladies in bright dresses, of domestic scenes, and a few hunting parties. There were several trunks full of old clothes, some even authentic. Jewelry was kept in a separate box and hidden under a big burgundy sheet. It looked like someone had cut it out from a theater curtain.

There were statues of gods and goddesses, heroes of antic Greece like Hercules too. Everything was clothed by an air of mystery and old age, shadows seeping everywhere, even though the lamp was on. She could see silvery white mist shifting through it all, old souls seeking refuge in their equally old memories.

Ren shivered at the sight, creeped out by the feelings she got just from watching. Even though she desperately wanted to turn tail and run back down, she dutifully approached the shelves, wanting to rid herself of what made her come up here. The room may appear like a treasure room of some sort to others, she only saw and felt the despair clinging to nearly everything, as if the souls never wanted their precious things to be there.

Or more as if there was something that shouldn't be here.

Ignoring the odd feeling and sight, she went to put everything at the right place. Unwrapping slowly and carefully the brown paper, she set anew a small crystal sculpture of some Ice Goddess, a cutlass with an ivories handle engraved with strange runes along the sides and a bronze disk the size of her palm with the same cryptic runes making circles that were in turn imprisoned by some type of big serpent eating its own tail.

The shelves were made of old sherry wood, and nearly falling in pieces from everything that was there. There were glasses, plates, knives, miniatures,… Sighing resolutely, she first placed carefully the sculpture on an empty place on one of the many shelves in the room and turned around to find another hole in the clutters of objects somewhere else.

She suddenly cringed when she felt her elbow hit something, making it fall on the floor with a clear sound. Thankful that nothing was broken (her mother would have given her an earful), she looked to see what had fallen. Confused, she watched a small orb of some sort roll in circles on the floor before stopping. It was a beautiful, summer blue sky, and it was shining from the inside, as if a dark green fire was burning hotly, contained by the glass sphere.

She took the cutlass in her left hand and put the disk in her pant pocket; when she bent to pick it up, she had only touched it with the tip of her fingers when she froze, as if in pain.

Attack. Hurt. Sadness. Stopstopstop. JENOVA.

Withdrawing her hand quickly, she stared horrified at the small thing. What had happened? It was as if someone had screamed inside her mind, pleading for help. It scared her. She still felt tiny tingles going up her fingers, to her elbow, then shoulder and then her whole body, spreading quickly in short bursts. In a tentative try to see if what she felt was real, she picked it up completely from the floor.

She was instantly flooded with emotions, feelings that were not hers, as well as words in thousand different voices shooting through her brain, each coming quicker and more painfully than the last. Screaming in pain, she tried to throw away the thing, but it stuck to her sweaty palm. The cries were become sharper and sharper the longer she held it.

MonsterBurnFearAncient.

And when the last scream of SCARED burst into her mind, she fainted. The glow that came from the sphere got brighter as the centimeters between her and the floor were reduced. The last vision of her world disappeared in a terrible bright glow of blue, then fading into nothingness as she closed her eyes to unconsciousness, still keeping the small sword in a slack grip.

Hej, Gumman : Hi, darling