Hakuouki Fanfiction
He promised to marry her. She promised to wait for him to return. But as fate plays, the vision of a happy ending becomes blurry and their ways part, seemingly forever. She loses her memory of him and he thinks she is dead.
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He held my hand so tightly and ran right in front of me. All the voices behind us steadily became less and quieter until I couldn't even hear them anymore. I called his name, not knowing what I wanted from him, myself. The breath fled my lungs so fast and I felt how my legs began to shake. This body of a child had no strength, was fragile and so weak that it couldn't even run long distances. But even my legs were shaking and my mouth stood wide open, gasping for air, this was the moment I felt the safest. He dragged me further away from the village and it's people, back to this place that still pulsates in my heart as if it was a fixed component of it.
There was a field in my old town Where we always played hand in hand The wind was gently touching the grass We were so young so fearless Then I dreamt over and over of you holding me tight under the stars I made a promise to my dear Lord I will love you forever
When he fell from exhaustion, I fell with him. Lying on our backs we watched the sky, chased clouds as they danced with the wind, waiting for our lungs to refill with fresh air of this warm spring. We looked at each others faces at the same moment and started to laugh, not knowing why. He still held my hand smiled softly, caressing my hair and patting my head as if I was the most precious thing he ever had. He was small for his age, not even much taller than me even though a few years separated us. His brown hair had a warm tone and I loved how it stung almost in a bright red in the dawning sun. When his eyes looked into this dark and mean world, they were even darker and I always felt the pain that lived in his soul, sitting behind his gaze like a broken flower that began to wilt. But when he looked at me, he had the warmest and most loving smile on his lips. I knew that he cared for me and I believed every single word that fled from these loving lips. He didn't dare to kiss my mouth, he said this was something kept for marriage, but only pecked my forehead. I always closed my eyes when he did that, feeling how all the horrible things in this world vanished for the most beautiful world that one ever created for himself. Yes, we had our own world and I so intensively held it dear. I loved him as I loved every single flower in this field, our field. He pulled me up, still holding my hand, as he sat in the grass and looked into my eyes, smiled and laughed so bright. I didn't know if maybe something funny came to his mind or if it was the pure happiness that reached his soul. For a few minutes, his hands were so skillful, he weaved and twisted flowers until a pretty wreath was formed. He placed it on my head and his cheeks blushed when he tried to cover his excitement in a silly way. "Am I pretty?" He nodded. "How pretty?" I asked. "Prettier than all the flowers together!" He pecked my head again. "One day," he started, "we will have a house near the city and our own garden with our own flowers." Excitement touched his voice. "And you will be my wife!" My cheeks blushed and I couldn't hide how happy his words made me. "You promise?" "I promise!" He leaned his head onto mine and closed his eyes, holding me in a soft manner. "You will be the most beautiful bride and everyone will be jealous of me having such a pretty wife!" I chuckled sheepishly. "Baka! No one will be jealous of you." "Hell yes! They will! But no one can have you. I will always be by your side and protect you." He stood up and jumped around, fighting invisible enemies.
