Painting The Roses Red (Ashstar x ~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~)

[Ashstar]

Urban legend says that there lies a demon artist, whose paintings reveal the deaths of whomever appears in it. When the painting is shown, the target dies a gruesome death the day after. Who is behind all these treacherous murders? Enter, Vain, your typical high school emo and artist, also the real culprit. What happens when Vain stumbles across a young boy, whom he ends up disliking at first, he can't kill with his art?

 

Character Sheet:

 

 

Name:Vain

Age:19

 

Personality: Vain, in public, is quiet and quite the anti-social. He'd rather keep to himself than associate with others. But when he is out of the public eye, he is envious and self centered.

 

Specialities: Drawing, painting, and sculpting

 

Background: Vain received his demonic talent at birth, having been cursed by an local occult follower for his mother's past deeds. He grew to be an envious boy, wanting to be just like the other kids around him. He first took advantage of his 'curse' when he drew a picture of the first person to break his heart, a young girl he was madly in love with who was his elementary school mate (basically he killed her while the both were in elementary for vengeance). Now he uses his Powers to his use to kill whomever he wants....

 

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He could still remember it. He could still remember the way she lay bloodied in the middle of the street, her face distorted with pain, fear, and agony. He remembered how good it felt. Oh, it felt so god damn good to see her dead and gone. It had rained that day. Vain and Alice were both crossing the street when a car speed by, leaving a twisted Alice, twitching the last of her life away. Vain stood there, eyes wide for a moment. The girl whom had took his love for granted was dead. She was dead. A crooked grin spread slowly across his face and a demented laugh arose from his throat.

 

Alice's mother, whom was waiting for both children at the other side of the street was at her daughter's side now, sobbing loudly, begging for her to open her eyes. Vain's mother was beside him now, covering his mouth to muffle his laugh. Quickly, she swept him into her arms and quickly ran away from the eyes of the public....

 

(This is basically taking place when vain had first used his power to kill his first crush, a girl named Alice, when they were back in the 1st grade)

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

White Feline, Delicate Power

General Information:

Name: Weiss Lowenthal

Nickname: Odd-eyes, White Cat, Sleepy

Age: 18

Birthday: June 5th

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: British and European (German, Swiss, Polish)

Home Country: Germany

Sexuality: Unsure

Position: Uke

Occupation: Student

 

Appearance:

Voice: Even though he's German, he's got more of a British accent, as he grew up for the most part of his life in London. His voice is soft, and nearly half the time it sounds as if he's really bored, really tired, or unimpressed.

Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 97 lbs

Eyes His left eye is a light blue, almost silver in color, while his left eye is a dark emerald green. with sapphire and gold flecks. Despite having white blonde hair, his eyelashes are black, though his eyebrows match his hair color. Often has a spaced out or extremely bored expression.

Hair: Has medium length white blonde hair, that has a slight whispy wave near the very tips of the end of his hair. His bangs often fall over his forehead into his eyes.

Skin: Pale ivory

Body: Thin, small, and quite fragile in appearance

Markings/Tattoos/Scars/Etc:

Clothing: Wears what people would call "British" or "European" stereotype clothing. Pants, knickers, vests, etc.

Jewelry/Etc: None

Other:

 

Personality: Relaxed, laid back, lazy and quiet. A human cat, per-say. More will be revealed...maybe

 

Saying: "I wish I could have been born a cat. That way I could laze around and sleep all day, and not get in trouble for it..."

 

Extras/Other:

*Loves cats. Has his own cat, that is white and he calls it Anioł śnieżny (Snow angel in Polish)

*His favorite movie in the whole wide world is 5 Centimeters Per Second

 

Theme Song(s):

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He had been searching for something when he had heard it happen. Quickly he looks up from the bushes just beneath the windows of his house, and what he saw would haunt him for the rest of his life. It was blurry, but from what he could see, through his rain soaked bangs, the scene in front of his house was one of tragedy. Already large eyes widened even more at the scene that was playing in front of hm. Blood pooled in the street from the spot where the limp body of a girl lay, and the cries of the mother could be heard. But what he noticed the most was the hysterical laughter of the boy who had been walking side by side with the girl moments before she had been hit.

 

Trembling hands clutched tightly to what he'd been searching for, a soaked cat, shivering in his arms. Just what was going on? Was that normal behavior? No...it couldn't be! There was something wrong with that boy...He gasps as the apparent mother of the laughing boy walked quickly past his hiding spot, as he ducks and hides, and when he was sure it was clear, he scrambles to his feet, running back inside and going to his room, shaking as he hid underneath his blankets.

 

Such tragedy, such sadness...misery...

 

And then it was over, as he was abruptly woken by a soccer ball being kicked in his direction, which hit him, waking him from his slumber. "OI! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE KICKING THIS THING WOULD YOU? STUPID WANKERS!" He kicks the ball back towards the group of boys who were playing soccer in the neighboring field to where he'd been sleeping under a tree. "WELL THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, SLEEPY! MAYBE YOU SHOULD SPEND MORE TIME DOING SOMETHING BESIDES NAPPING!" Sleepy...that's just one of many nicknames he'd been given.

 

However, his real name was Weiss. Shaking his head, he picks up his bag, which had all of his school things in it, as well as several others, and walks away. School had ended earlier that day, and he had been quite tired, so decided to take a nap. But obviously some people didn't think that it was okay for him to enjoy his favorite pass time...

 

As he walked down the sidewalk, trees shading him from the sun, he scratches the side of his face, a bored look on his face as he tried to recall the dream he'd been having. He knew he'd had it several times before, and from what he could remember...it was a memory from when he was little. He was about five when it had happened, making it hard for him to remember the small details, but for the most part, he remembered everything else...

 

Sighing, he sits down on a bench in a park, not noticing anyone or anything else that might be nearby, and once again his eyes begin to close. Out of all his characteristics...he'd have to say his eyes were his favorite. His left eye was light blue, almost silver in color, while his left eye was dark emerald green, with sapphire and gold flecks. They reminded himself of a cat, his favorite animal. So calm and majestic, the only beings he thought truly understood his way of life. If he could have his way, he'd turn himself into one of these creatures, but sadly he couldn't.

[Ashstar]

ring, ring, ring

 

The sound of his alarm awoken him from his slumber. Hands blindly searched for the noisy object, knocking over the various sketching pencils and papers. Vain lifted his head from under the cover of his blanket to see more clearly. He snatches up the alarm and shuts it off, ceasing it's annoying ringing. '6:30 a.m.' the clock had read. Groggily, Vain slid out of bed and shuffled over to his bedroom window. He looks out into his front yard. The grass was dead and brown and the fence that separated his home from the outside was old and moldy. The sky was gray, almost lifeless as if it were to shed a tear at any moment.

 

And thus his day began. Vain's normal morning routine was to shower, brush his teeth and hair, get dressed and be ready for breakfast. Today the water was cold, it must have been his elderly uncle who used up all the hot water. The old geezer was known for falling asleep while he showered. Vain had searched his cabinets for his piercings, they were a pearly black and very precious to him. His mother gave these to him just before she died. Just before he killed her.

 

His mother was a nuisance in his eyes. Always in getting what she wanted. Always having a good time. She made him sick to his stomach. He had killed his grandparents and father too. They were also In his way.

 

How he'd killed them? Oh with his sketchbook of course. You see, Vain had a power. A power so great that none could ever come to defy him. All he had to do was draw and he'd have his victims brutally murdered. And no one would suspect him. It was great. Amazing. He loved it.

 

"Vain, don't you have to get to school?," Vain's elderly uncle slowly made his way into the bathroom. Vain angrily grit his teeth and shoved past his uncle back to his room. His uncle made no protest. He made no protest because he knew what vain was capable of. He knew Vain's power. He loved vain dearly, really he did but...he just could not stand against the boy's temperament. Plus he was all vain had. If Vain had decided to kill him, he'd be alone with no one to guide him onto the right path. It was a difficult task indeed.

 

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[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

The day had gone by quickly enough, and that evening as well, just like any other day that Weiss experienced on the average basis. Nothing important had happened, not a single shred of excitement found it's way into his schedule; and, to be completely honest...Weiss didn't really care all that much. In fact, the dull life he led was enjoyable in Weiss's opinion, there was absolutely nothing he would change about it.

 

Evening changed into night, then night into morning, and Weiss had found himself tangled in his sheets, once again having been visited by that recurring dream, the one about what happened when he was five years old, a rainy day it had been; rolling onto his side, his eyes shifted to the window that looked out onto the street, his room being on the third floor; well, to be more precise his room was the attic, which had been refurbished to accommodate him, acting as his bedroom for nearly ten years of his life. And from what he could see, today was just as bleak and rainy as it had been that day thirteen years ago. Sighing, he slowly gets out of bed, scratching his stomach beneath the button up pajamas he wore, yawning and then stretching as he made his way down the steps to the bathroom, his clothes in his hands.

 

Normal days followed a normal routine, and for Weiss this was no exception. Shower, followed by getting dressed, which was then followed by eating breakfast, preceding him brushing his teeth, picking up his school bag, and heading out the front door, waving farewell to his "mother"; a jacket pulled on over his shirt.

 

Walking down the sidewalk towards school, he glances to the side at a particular point, eyes gazing at the old house, with it's rickety and rather worn down fence, the grass in the yard brown and dry, making it the sore eye on the whole street. Unlike his house, with it's pristine white and blue paint, neatly trimmed perfect green grass and small garden, potted plants and other yard objects, this house was pretty much like a bruise spot on a perfectly good apple.

 

He found himself just standing there, the rain falling steadily around him, but was oblivious to it as he was lost in thought, staring up at what he thought looked like the sad eyes of the house, empty and lifeless; just like the blades of grass in the miserable yard. His own eyes had a misted look to them, as if he weren't there completely, his mind in another place. Weiss didn't know who lived in that building, as he'd never really paid attention to it, always walking past without a second glance. But it didn't cease to make him wonder who exactly stayed there, or if it was just abandoned...He recalls his "mother" telling him once to never go up to that house, just ignore it, and made him wonder why...

[Ashstar]

The old stairs creaked under his feet as Vain made his descent. He did not stop for breakfast this time, slipping on his black sneakers. Vain slipped the straps of his back pack upon his shoulder and carried his sketch book in hand. Without a single farewell to his uncle, vain stepped out onto the porch. Vain then had taken notice of just how ancient this house was. It was as if a wind were to blow, the house would be dusted away.

 

Vain to quick notice of a boy standing in front of his home. He hadn't seen this boy before though there was this sense of familiarity about him.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

A door opening and closing snapped him out of his reverie, and his eyes shifted to look at the person who had come out of the house he'd been staring at. It was a boy, and from the appearance of him, seemed to be the same age as himself. And, with that, Weiss now knew that the building wasn't abandoned. For some reason that sent a small wave of relief through his body, though why that fact made him feel a bit more at ease he didn't know.

 

His oddly colored eyes look towards the other male's face, meeting the boy's gaze. No expression was revealed on his own, just that of a bored and slightly tired look. After a few seconds he quickly looks away, turning his head, though raised a hand in greeting, before continuing to walk down the sidewalk. Even though he didn't know the guy, Weiss was sure he'd seen him around before...at school maybe? After all, the school he went to was quite big. He had at least twenty more minutes before the ten minute bell for class rang, so was in no hurry to get to school.

[Ashstar]

Vain clicked his tongue as he and the boy made eye contact. The boy had silently waved a greeting to Vain before disappearing beyond his vision. The boy must have attended the same school since he was heading in its direction.

 

Vain made a detour, not wanting to make any contact with other people. He jumps over the old, ragged fence and cuts through a lage field adorned with green, tall grass. Vain finds himself at the small creek he'd used to visit as a kid, old memories filled his mind.

 

" I'm sorry but I like someone else"

 

He remembered those words as clear as day. Damn that Alice. She got what she deserved.

 

He jumped across small rocks to save himself from getting wet. From there he weaved his way through thorned thickets and dead trees and heaved himself up a sturdy brick wall. He stood crouched upon it, looking out at the school before him. No one had seemed to notice him, balancing upon the wall.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Since he'd had time to spare, Weiss had decided to make a quick detour to a Starbucks', getting himself a spiced vanilla latte before making his way to school. And even when he passed the gates of the brick wall, he still had plenty of time to kill. Sipping on the coffee as he walked down the wide path that led to the several sets of doors that were the entrance to the school, Midwest High, his eyes look away for a second. And what he saw on top of the wall, balanced like a bird, made him stop in his steps, the straw to his drink still in between his teeth and lips, though he had ceased in drinking anything.

 

It was the guy from before, at that house. It seemed that he was the only one who had noticed the guy, as everyone else rushed to get inside out of the rain. Blinking slowly, he turns back around, his feet taking the path that all the other students were on, and finally goes inside. That had been weird...

 

Heading down the hallway, he walks to his locker, unlocking it and taking his jacket off, hanging it up inside, placing his school bag in as well after pulling out his notebooks, pencil case, and school books. In his sweater pocket he places his wallet and cell phone. Once this was all finished, he closed the door to his locker, locking it once again, then turns to head down to his class, still having about ten or so minutes before the bell rang.

 

It was the start of a new semester, so that meant new classes were starting that day, and his first class of the day was an art class. Even though he wasn't all too artistic, he definitely wasn't bad; often he'd spend a lazy afternoon doodling in his room, coming up with different manga characters and such. So, he heads to the classroom, and after locating it sits in an empty seat near the back, not bothering anyone, keeping to himself, quietly sipping out of the Starbucks cup.

[Ashstar]

Vain had gotten there right before the bell rung. He had spent his precious time dogging the public eye in the hallway that he hadn't noticed that he was late for class. His seat remained at the back of the class near a window,where no one even bothered to look, not even the teacher. The class began to silence their chattering as the teacher, Mrs. Wellsmith, took her place by the giant chalk board. With a white piece of chalk, she wrote the daily assignment down on the board. "Draw something of nature or that is relative to nature" the words read.

 

Right as Vain began to open his sketch book he saw, out of the corner of his eye the boy from earlier this morning. Vain wondered, not was the boy around his living area but he was also in the same class. Vain tore his gaze away from the other, not allowing the arising irration to overwhelm him.

 

Vain looks outside the window, at the giant Apple tree that stood out from all the other trees. His hand flickered about his paper as if it had its own will.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Looking up from setting his things on the desk in which he was sitting, he was surprised to see the guy from before; the one from the house and on the wall, come into the room and take a seat in a chair not too far from his own, located in the back. Weiss doesn't say anything, only turns his attention to Mrs. Wellsmith, the art teacher, who had come into the classroom, starting the class off for the day by giving them an assignment. Something of nature or of it's relevance huh? Well, that seemed easy enough, even for a boy like Weiss, whose only actual talent in drawing was manga and anime related things.

 

Placing the pencil in his hand upon the paper, he begins to draw, but after about ten or so minutes his eyes begin to wander. Right over to the other male. First he looks at the drawing that the other was working on, then shifts his gaze to the other's face, noticing that his eyes weren't focused on the sketch pad in front of him, but a tree outside of the classroom. For a moment he just stares, before returning his eyes to his own paper, adding details here and there...but he couldn't focus. He had to know.

 

This wasn't normally like Weiss, for the most part he kept to himself, but there was something about this guy that piqued the odd eyed individual's curiosity. He pulls a piece of lined paper out, and jots down a note, 'What is your name?' but just as he folds it up, he hesitates...would the other get mad? The palm of his hand that was holding the folded paper becomes a little hot, and for now...he decided to just hold onto the paper.

 

The teacher was walking around anyways, checking out the work of all the students, so Weiss also decided not to risk getting into trouble on the first day of the new class. That would not be good at all. And right as he was thinking this, Mrs. Wellsmith walks right next to him, pausing to look at what he'd drawn, a slight look of skepticism on her face. "What is this?" She asks, pointing at the drawing on his paper. "Um...It's...supposed to be Mother Nature..." He felt himself going red in the face, embarrassment setting in. "Well, as much as I like your uniqueness, next time please take the assignment a bit more seriously." "Yes ma'am..." With this, she walks away, leaving Weiss fuming. He HAD taken it seriously...this was all he could draw...

 

[Ashstar]

Vain brought his gaze back his paper to admire his work. Realization hit him once he had figured out what he had done.He looks out back at the tree to see that it's leaves were beginning to turn brown in colour and it's apples began to rot. For the first time he felt guilt and sadness. He wished he could have been able to erase his pictures...undo deaths.

 

Mrs. Wellsmith loomed over his shoulder, gazing at his paper. She then followed Vain's gaze to the dying apple tree. Sympathetically, she placed a hand on his shoulder only for him to nudge it away. " I'm sure it'll be ok. We've had that tree for years now," Mrs. Wellsmith attempted to comfort. She patted his shoulder and continued to inspect her other students' drawings.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

When Mrs. Wellsmith spoke to the guy, Weiss couldn't help but listen in, and glance at the picture once it was mentioned. Then, his eyes lift to the apple tree outside, shocked at how it was now. Not moments before was it healthy, the apples a bright vibrant red, the leaves a pristine and emerald green. Now it looked as if it were nothing more than a shell of emptiness, the fruit rotten, the leaves dead and brown.

 

His gaze returns to the one who was sitting there not too far away from him, staring. His brows press together, and for a moment he thinks, wondering...something about this guy was familiar. But where, where had he seen the guy before? Was it somewhere in his memory? He shakes his head, slightly rattled by what had happened, and now he stares hard at his own drawing in front of him, trying to calm his racing heart.

 

"Who are you...?" He mutters under his breath, not speaking to anyone in particular, just speaking out loud. His hand rests on the his desk, the pencil clasped in his fingers still, the point not moving against the paper. He was too lost in his own thoughts to even worry about drawing any more.

[Ashstar]

A piece of paper hit Vain's forehead, the snickering of a group a students, whom sat in front of him, was heard. Another paper was thrown. Vain continued to ignore them, looking down at his paper. Continuously they threw crumpled pieces of paper, laughing amongst themselves. Mrs. Wellsmith never seemed to notice, she was too busy doodling on her own piece of paper.

 

The bell rung, signaling the end of first period. Vain looked up from his paper and glared at the group of misfits before they left the classroom. He had gotten look at their faces and he will remember them well. He doubted that anyone would miss them once he gets rid of them.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Every now and then Weiss would glance over at the other, and after a while saw what a group of the students were doing. He narrows his eyes, a frown beginning to form on his lip, though...he didn't have the courage to speak up or really do anything about it. A pit in his stomach felt like it was eating away at him. Weiss felt terrible, in his eyes bullying was terrible...and yet he could do nothing to stop it from happening right in front of him. He was sitting there, watching it happen, but did nothing. Biting his bottom lip, he chews lightly on the inside of his cheek, wishing the time would speed up and just have this class over and done with.

 

It felt like forever, but soon enough the class ends, the bell signalling dismissal. An assignment was given to them, and then the students leave the room. Weiss too gets up to leave, quickly gathering his things. He'd seen the look that the other male had given the group, and it wasn't too friendly. It was about time for him to gather his wits and say something. Taking a deep breath, he reaches out and takes a hold of the one male's arm, keeping him from going anywhere.

 

He steps in front of him, and looks up into the taller male's face. In all honesty he wanted to just leave, have nothing to do with him...but there was something about this guy...that made him want to do this. "What...what are you planning on doing to those other guys? You're not going to hurt them are you...? I don't like bullying, what they did was wrong and rather disgusting but...It's not good to retaliate, and...well..." He tries to put on a brave face, but behind his facade, a glimmer of weakness could be seen.

 

"I-if something d-does happen... I'll know who did it..." He doesn't finish his sentence, but making it quite obvious by what he said that if anything happened to them, he'd know that the other had done it, and tell someone. The whole while he talked he had a firm hold on the larger male's arm.

[Ashstar]

Vain gathers his belongings and as he began to leave the classroom, a certain blonde haired boy stopped him in his tracks. Vain looked down at the other, eyes narrowed. It was the boy from this morning, the one he saw standing by his lawn. The boy looked up at him, asking him a series of questions.

 

"I-If something d-does happen..I'l know who did it. "

 

Was that a threat?

 

Vain scowled and yanked his arm out of the smaller male's grasp. "Mind your own," Vain brushed past the other.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

The taller male yanks his arm out of Weiss' hand, telling him to mind his own business, and pushes past him. The look on the others' face was rather scary to admit, and it seemed to Weiss that he just might have made that guy mad at him. A frown traced his lips, but he wasn't going to let this drop...no. He wasn't just going to stand by and do nothing as this guy was probably going to try something...

 

Following after him, scurrying to catch up with the larger strides of the taller male, Weiss begins again. "Don't do something stupid. I'm telling you, if you try something, I'll tell!" He could feel the eyes of other people turning to watch what was going on, but at that moment he didn't care. Let them watch, then he'd have more people to back him up. After a few more hallways, he knew he had to turn around to get to class. So, he says one last thing.

 

"I'll know. Remember that."

 

With that, he turns around, and hurries away, feeling as if he were going to faint. He never wanted to go through that again, it was a bit scary. He just hoped because of his stupid impulse the guy wouldn't go after him now. Arriving at class, he slides into his seat, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "Nice job Weiss..." He mutters to himself, laying his head on the desk. "Real smooth...you probably pissed off possibly the most dangerous guy at school..."

[Ashstar]

With staggering steps, Vain makes his way into a near by bathroom. He grasps at his chest, trying to tame his unsettled breathing. Fury was all Vain had felt. So much fury. What an annoyingly persistent guy, Vain tsked. He locks himself in a stall, sketchbook and pencil in hand. As he drew, his hand shook. Vain couldn't stop himself nor could he contain the rising anger, building up inside him like flames.

 

When he had Finnished, he leaned back, looking down at his picture. The group of students, from earlier, were drawn, all of them standing side by side.

 

Vain knew what he had todo next. Closing his eyes, he let his anger possess his body once again. His hand flicked about the paper. He'll get rid of that boy.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

He didn't even realize what was going on until it was too late. But even when it happened, he didn't find out about it until way later, after it had passed and everything was gone and done with. School dragged on, but eventually the torture ended finally. Without another thought, he packs up his things, putting them into his bag and tugging on his jacket, buttoning it up. Shouldering the strap to his school bag, he leaves the front doors to the building, and walks down the steps.

 

Yawning, he covers his mouth with his hand, wondering what he was going to do now. Maybe he could go to the library and check out some manga...or the anime shop, and buy some instead. But then again, he was wanting to buy that new game that came out recently...As he walked, he pulls out his wallet, counting how much money he had. After a moment, he tucks it back into his bag, and thinks some more. If he'd counted correctly, he had enough to buy one new manga, a key chain or something like that (he loved collecting key chains. Evidence of this was the enormous collection dangling from his bag. They included: All the dragonballs, a figure of Eren Yaeger, Levi, and Mikasa from Aot, Kirito from SAO, Kaneki Ken in both forms from Tokyo Ghoul, and the symbols for Naruto, Bleach, Fairy Tail, and Soul Eater, and so many others.) and that game he'd been wanting to get.

 

Redirecting his course, heading towards the nearest shop, which was the anime/manga store, he was oblivious to the commotion that was going on at that moment at the school, where the bodies of several deceased students were found. No, he was more focused on buying his new things, looking forward to reading some new material, and playing a new game.

[Ashstar]

Vain walked into his house, kicking his shoes off at the front and neatly placing them to the side. The the floor moaned under his weight as he walked into the kitchen. "Welcome home," Vain's uncle shuffled in. He was wearing his white robe and slippers and evidence of sleep could be seen in the elderly man's wrinkled face.

Vain pours himself a glass of water and brushes past his uncle, whom watched his back as he made his way up the creaking stairway.

 

Vain shuts himself in his room, places his cup on his dresser and opens the blinds the concealed him from the outside. He looks up the the grey sky as it begins to shed it's tears. Vain thought about the turn of events today and smirks to himself. Soon, as if he had lost all sanity, began to hysterically laugh.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

I'll post as soon as I remember what I wanted to write!

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Just as he finished paying for his items at the last store he visited, and placed them inside his school bag, it began to rain again. He was glad that he had thought to grab his umbrella from where he'd left it at the school, and once he steps outside, opens it up and holds it over his head, then begins to walk home. He had nothing to do that day, so wanted to just go to his room and read his manga. As he walked his mind began to wander towards the events that had happened at school, wondering if the guy had listened to him, and left those other kids alone. Or if he'd gone through with his plan, and did the dirty deed. Shaking his head, he tries not to think about it. There was just something off about that guy...

 

Getting to his street, walking down the sidewalk, he hears a faint laughter, and pauses. Looking to his side, he notices that he was standing in front of that house again. Tilting his head up, he wondered if that was the guy laughing. And from what he could hear all the way outside...it wasn't a very nice sounding laugh. Staring at the house, he wondered if he should do anything, go up to the house. But then again, from how the guy had talked to him at school, it seemed that this guy already hated him...So maybe it would be best to just leave him alone.

 

He was just about to continue on his way when a sudden memory pops up in his head, the memory that haunted him at night. This laugh...this laugh sounded a lot like that one boy's...Could it be? He stares even harder at the dilapidated house, as if he stared hard enough it would tell him all of it's secrets. What was going on here?

[Ashstar]

Once his laughter had died down, Vain opens the window, leaning out of it to feel the sky's wetness upon his face. Eyes closed he feels himself relax, comforted by the cold, wet rain. Vain opens his eyes and, looking down upon his yard, finds that blonde haired boy just beyond the fence, staring at him. Shock took over Vain completely. ''Shouldn't you be dead?,'' Vain muttered,'' Why aren't you dead?''. Vain ran his hands through his drenched locks as panic washed over him. ''Ha...hahaha...no. NO,'' Vain began to desperately search his room for his sketch book.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

I'm so sorry that it is taking me forever to reply. I'm still in a funk right now, and it sucks I hope you can hold out a bit longer for me.