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Kapitel Zwölf (12) – Die Verloren (The Lost)
Shouting. That was all that was heard outside a small house containing a young pre-teen boy and his mother. The pair hugged each other tightly while cowering against the wall, the young boy’s head pressing against his mother’s chest. The mother, an attractive woman with long black hair in a low braid, kissed the top of her son’s head as she softly stroked his back.
“Don’t worry, my dear…it will be all over soon…those Soul Reapers will go away…”
The young boy couldn’t help but cling to his mother even tighter, not wanting to let her go. Despite the family having their lights off, the fire from the outside illuminated the inside of the house, giving away an eerie glow. All the pair could hear were screams of distress and mercy, and the vicious shouting of orders from the attackers. They heard muttering from underneath their window outside, and before they knew it, the window shattered into a million pieces. A fretful person who had tried seeking asylum near the household of the pair was captured by an aggressor, who simply cursed at the person and jerked them ferociously as they took them away. The young boy tried not to scream at the sound of breaking glass. The woman rocked her son back and forth as means to comfort him.
The noise was seizing as the mother peeked out from the broken window whilst telling her young son to keep down. She saw two tall men clad in black kimonos with swords hanging from their sides; they were Soul Reapers.
“Did you check over there?” One of them asked. The man beside him nodded.
“Yes I did, sir…I saw no more Quincies in that place…”
After that, the mother only heard mumbling amongst the Soul Reapers, and brought her head back into the house. She wore a light smile on her youthful yet weathered face as she glanced at her son.
“They are leaving, Äs…! We are safe, my dear…! We are safe…!”
The boy, a young Äs Nödt beamed over at his mother with piercing aquamarine eyes and a handsome smile. He had shoulder-length black hair that resembled his mother’s long one. Despite being a pre-teen, he was still attached to his beloved mother as an infant would. He loved her to death and protected her more than his father would. The young Nödt went over and embraced his mother firmly, her scent of primroses giving him a soothing and comforting feel all over his body.
“Mother, where will we go now…?” Nödt questioned in a respectful tone. “We can’t stay here; it’s too dangerous…”
“I agree, sweetie…Besides…I think we are the…only survivors…”
Nödt knew that his mother was trying to be strong by holding back tears, and lowered his head. It pained him to see his mother like this. Many of their close friends and relatives had perished, and thinking back at the screams their own neighbors had let out only made him cringe even more; the neighbors that his family had known all their lives. Even the kind lady that took care of him when his mother would be at work was among the many casualties this day. Tears began to pour out slowly from his eyes, wiping them with the sleeves of his over-sized striped shirt. His mother narrowed her eyes in distress and brought her son closer to her.
“Cry, my dear…let it all out…sometimes it’s better to let it all out than keep it inside…”
But Äs refused to cry; after-all, his father had taught him that men never cried; that crying only made them seem weak. And he was not weak. Instead of crying on his mother’s shoulder, he frowned intensely, and just thinking of the Soul Reapers only fueled more fire inside of him. One day he would become strong and kill them to avenge his fallen brethren.
As mother and son continued hugging each other, a noise was heard from one of the rooms in their house, and froze. They feared that a Soul Reaper had somehow snuck into their home, but it was only Nödt’s father. Äs scowled a bit over at his father; all this man did was drink and order him and his mother around to do things. Of course, being the kind woman his mother was, would do anything her husband told her to do to please him. And right now, his father had drunk more than he usually did as he was wobbly and had to lean himself against the walls. He almost looked cross-eyed as he sheepishly grinned over at his wife and son.
“…Did those…rotten Soul Creepers…finally leave…?” Even the man’s speech was slurred and broken. Äs stood up as he helped his mother up to her feet while glaring at his drunken father.
“Y-yes, they left…” the woman replied in a shaky voice. She knew that her husband was prone to outbursts when drunk, and tried to sound composed. The man let out a snicker that made Nödt clench his fists in impatience.
“…And yet you did nothing…”
Both the woman and his father, though out of it, stared at Nödt in shock. His father walked over to him, at times almost tripping over his own two feet.
“…What do you mean…you pest…? Of…course I did…! I drove those…flies away like nothing…!”
“No…you…did nothing!”
Nödt couldn’t take it anymore. His father always liked to take credit for everything he didn’t do. All his life, he remembered that it was always his mother who struggled not only with work to keep food on the table, but who trained him on his Quincy abilities. All while the only thing his father did was drink and criticize his abilities.
“All of our family and friends died…You did nothing to help and save them…! You have shamed the Schäfer family name…!”
“You damn little…I’ll…show you…you little punk…!”
The father lunged over towards his son as the mother quickly leapt over to shield him. The father simply shoved both her and his son, opening the door. He sluggishly ran outside and turned to face the Soul Reapers Nödt’s mother had spied on.
“Hey…you creeps…! Running away like cowards…?”
The two Soul Reapers turned around at the sound of his voice, and frowned.
“Who the hell are you…?”
“What do you mean, morons…? You…should remember the one…you made you…wet your pants…! I’m a Quincy…and damn…proud of it…!”
Despite the man having mentioned he was a Quincy, it seemed the Soul Reapers weren’t taking him seriously because of his drunken stupor. They simply laughed amongst themselves.
“Uh…sure, and I’m the Soul King’s son…Get lost, idiot…”
“Don’t walk away…morons…!” Nödt’s father revealed a Quincy amulet that hung from his wrist, one that bore the famous Quincy cross. The Soul Reapers immediately noticed this, and unsheathed their swords.
“The Schäfer family…pride…!”
“So you weren’t lying, you worthless fool…check the house that he came out from…!”
Three other Soul Reapers charged inside the house. Nödt tried fighting off one of the Soul Reapers as the other two took hold of his mother. As they were brought outside, Nödt saw that his father was lying on the ground in a puddle of blood. Even though him and his father were never on good terms, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sympathy for his apathetic father. But he wasn’t going to shed any tears for him. The only good thing his father taught him was not to cry. His mother was, though, as she wept silently to herself. A Soul Reaper walked up to her and placed his finger under her chin, lifting it up.
“Aw, don’t cry sweetheart…he wasn’t man enough like me…”
Nödt heard this, and glowered over at the Soul Reaper’s vulgar remark. Without warning, he fiercely kicked the Soul Reaper grasping onto him and lunged at the one seemingly flirting with his mother. Before he could land a devastating punch at the man, another Soul Reaper from behind him hit him on the head, knocking him out completely. The Nödt family, alongside others that had been captured, were led into the depths of the unknown.
Shouting. That was all that was heard outside a small house containing a young pre-teen boy and his mother. The pair hugged each other tightly while cowering against the wall, the young boy’s head pressing against his mother’s chest. The mother, an attractive woman with long black hair in a low braid, kissed the top of her son’s head as she softly stroked his back.
“Don’t worry, my dear…it will be all over soon…those Soul Reapers will go away…”
The young boy couldn’t help but cling to his mother even tighter, not wanting to let her go. Despite the family having their lights off, the fire from the outside illuminated the inside of the house, giving away an eerie glow. All the pair could hear were screams of distress and mercy, and the vicious shouting of orders from the attackers. They heard muttering from underneath their window outside, and before they knew it, the window shattered into a million pieces. A fretful person who had tried seeking asylum near the household of the pair was captured by an aggressor, who simply cursed at the person and jerked them ferociously as they took them away. The young boy tried not to scream at the sound of breaking glass. The woman rocked her son back and forth as means to comfort him.
The noise was seizing as the mother peeked out from the broken window whilst telling her young son to keep down. She saw two tall men clad in black kimonos with swords hanging from their sides; they were Soul Reapers.
“Did you check over there?” One of them asked. The man beside him nodded.
“Yes I did, sir…I saw no more Quincies in that place…”
After that, the mother only heard mumbling amongst the Soul Reapers, and brought her head back into the house. She wore a light smile on her youthful yet weathered face as she glanced at her son.
“They are leaving, Äs…! We are safe, my dear…! We are safe…!”
The boy, a young Äs Nödt beamed over at his mother with piercing aquamarine eyes and a handsome smile. He had shoulder-length black hair that resembled his mother’s long one. Despite being a pre-teen, he was still attached to his beloved mother as an infant would. He loved her to death and protected her more than his father would. The young Nödt went over and embraced his mother firmly, her scent of primroses giving him a soothing and comforting feel all over his body.
“Mother, where will we go now…?” Nödt questioned in a respectful tone. “We can’t stay here; it’s too dangerous…”
“I agree, sweetie…Besides…I think we are the…only survivors…”
Nödt knew that his mother was trying to be strong by holding back tears, and lowered his head. It pained him to see his mother like this. Many of their close friends and relatives had perished, and thinking back at the screams their own neighbors had let out only made him cringe even more; the neighbors that his family had known all their lives. Even the kind lady that took care of him when his mother would be at work was among the many casualties this day. Tears began to pour out slowly from his eyes, wiping them with the sleeves of his over-sized striped shirt. His mother narrowed her eyes in distress and brought her son closer to her.
“Cry, my dear…let it all out…sometimes it’s better to let it all out than keep it inside…”
But Äs refused to cry; after-all, his father had taught him that men never cried; that crying only made them seem weak. And he was not weak. Instead of crying on his mother’s shoulder, he frowned intensely, and just thinking of the Soul Reapers only fueled more fire inside of him. One day he would become strong and kill them to avenge his fallen brethren.
As mother and son continued hugging each other, a noise was heard from one of the rooms in their house, and froze. They feared that a Soul Reaper had somehow snuck into their home, but it was only Nödt’s father. Äs scowled a bit over at his father; all this man did was drink and order him and his mother around to do things. Of course, being the kind woman his mother was, would do anything her husband told her to do to please him. And right now, his father had drunk more than he usually did as he was wobbly and had to lean himself against the walls. He almost looked cross-eyed as he sheepishly grinned over at his wife and son.
“…Did those…rotten Soul Creepers…finally leave…?” Even the man’s speech was slurred and broken. Äs stood up as he helped his mother up to her feet while glaring at his drunken father.
“Y-yes, they left…” the woman replied in a shaky voice. She knew that her husband was prone to outbursts when drunk, and tried to sound composed. The man let out a snicker that made Nödt clench his fists in impatience.
“…And yet you did nothing…”
Both the woman and his father, though out of it, stared at Nödt in shock. His father walked over to him, at times almost tripping over his own two feet.
“…What do you mean…you pest…? Of…course I did…! I drove those…flies away like nothing…!”
“No…you…did nothing!”
Nödt couldn’t take it anymore. His father always liked to take credit for everything he didn’t do. All his life, he remembered that it was always his mother who struggled not only with work to keep food on the table, but who trained him on his Quincy abilities. All while the only thing his father did was drink and criticize his abilities.
“All of our family and friends died…You did nothing to help and save them…! You have shamed the Schäfer family name…!”
“You damn little…I’ll…show you…you little punk…!”
The father lunged over towards his son as the mother quickly leapt over to shield him. The father simply shoved both her and his son, opening the door. He sluggishly ran outside and turned to face the Soul Reapers Nödt’s mother had spied on.
“Hey…you creeps…! Running away like cowards…?”
The two Soul Reapers turned around at the sound of his voice, and frowned.
“Who the hell are you…?”
“What do you mean, morons…? You…should remember the one…you made you…wet your pants…! I’m a Quincy…and damn…proud of it…!”
Despite the man having mentioned he was a Quincy, it seemed the Soul Reapers weren’t taking him seriously because of his drunken stupor. They simply laughed amongst themselves.
“Uh…sure, and I’m the Soul King’s son…Get lost, idiot…”
“Don’t walk away…morons…!” Nödt’s father revealed a Quincy amulet that hung from his wrist, one that bore the famous Quincy cross. The Soul Reapers immediately noticed this, and unsheathed their swords.
“The Schäfer family…pride…!”
“So you weren’t lying, you worthless fool…check the house that he came out from…!”
Three other Soul Reapers charged inside the house. Nödt tried fighting off one of the Soul Reapers as the other two took hold of his mother. As they were brought outside, Nödt saw that his father was lying on the ground in a puddle of blood. Even though him and his father were never on good terms, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sympathy for his apathetic father. But he wasn’t going to shed any tears for him. The only good thing his father taught him was not to cry. His mother was, though, as she wept silently to herself. A Soul Reaper walked up to her and placed his finger under her chin, lifting it up.
“Aw, don’t cry sweetheart…he wasn’t man enough like me…”
Nödt heard this, and glowered over at the Soul Reaper’s vulgar remark. Without warning, he fiercely kicked the Soul Reaper grasping onto him and lunged at the one seemingly flirting with his mother. Before he could land a devastating punch at the man, another Soul Reaper from behind him hit him on the head, knocking him out completely. The Nödt family, alongside others that had been captured, were led into the depths of the unknown.
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StarCrossed: Getrennt von Schicksal (Separated by Destiny) - Kapitel Zwolf (Chapter Twelve)
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Here is Chapter 12 of my Romance/Tragedy alternate story entitled 'StarCrossed: Getrennt von Schicksal', or for short, 'StarCrossed'. As mentioned before, this is an alternate version of the canon storyline of Bleach after the Vandenreich Invasion. This chapter, as well as the next two will focus on Äs Nödt's past, which I intend to upload before Bleach Chapter 570 comes out on Wednesday. In case the canon does focus on a flashback for him, I want to have my own version submitted for originality and that way I won't be accused of plagiarizing Kubo's work XD I want my flashback to be original and from my own creativity and effort. Also, I decided to include the picture I made to promote the short story as the cover page for the chapter; I'll be including it in every chapter. Hope you all don't mind! Thank you and hope you all enjoy!
And very sorry for the lateness to my story! I know it's been a long time since I submitted the last chapter but I'm happy to say that my Bleach muse is back slowly but surely! So now I can once again focus on my fanfic! Thank you for your patience!
Summary:
A Soul Reaper named Kasandora Haruna is left traumatized after her encounter with the immoral Stern Ritter Äs Nödt. At first, she feels vulnerable by his mere presence, but later on she understands him when his past is revealed, which leads to her falling for him. But when the second invasion approaches, that's where she must decide whom she will truly side with: Soul Reapers, or remain with her love and side with the Quincies..
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Bleach - Tite Kubo
StarCrossed – Me
© 2014 - 2024 miss-solita
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I'm really happy to see more new chapters up today! So far, I'm really liking what you came up with for his past and his family history. It makes a lot of sense and you can clearly tell he was a brave individual who would be easy for Cassie to connect with.