Everything she does mends the world around her, but she is considered a monster. If she touches the earth, delicate white flowers sprout from the soil. If she touches the skin of another, their bodies are cleansed of any pain or sickness. If she speaks, her voice entices any listener with its inexplicable tone. And if she sings, miracles happen. She doesn't go outside, she doesn't touch people, she doesn't speak, and she never sings. Regardless of her desire to do those simple things, her unobliging caretakers would never allow it. All she can do is sit and watch as the world moves on without her . . . But what will she do when a strange group of travelers enter the village and the barrier standing between her and freedom is finally removed? Will she flee into a journey full of color? Or will she cower in fear of revisiting the horrors of her bloodstained past? - - - "Do you have a name?" ". . ." "Can you speak?" ". . ." "I have a feeling we're going to get along rather well." - - - OC x Shin-Ah :)

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I was the unwanted one. The one that my family just wanted to throw away. The monster, the one they all hated. Why you ask? My eyes; the blood-red color reminded them of my hated uncle. They hated me for something I couldn't control. Except one person. One person in my family showed that he cared, despite my flaws. My big brother, Kaname, showed me all the love I wanted. I found a reason to stay. I wanted to be with him forever.... Until he betrayed me too. Lost and alone I fell into the hands of my uncle, Rido Kuran. Surely he'd treat me better than my parents, and brother. Or so I thought. My name is Akane Kuran and this is my story.