Tattered Pages

A Godchild Fanfiction

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(A/N: Hi, everybody. Twilight-to-Nightfall here. As you can see, I have a new fanfiction up, which is going to be my very first Godchild fanfic. Ever. I'm posting the first chapter up as a test subject, meaning that I may or may not continue writing this story if I lack at least one review. If, however, I gain a review or more from this story, then I shall continue writing in it. For now, it is merely a waiting game. Again, I am not asking for reviews. I'm not that kind of person. This story is a test subject. If people like it, then I shall continue it. If not, then I will remove it in matters time. I want people to actually like my stories so that I would have reasons to continue them. Well, I suppose I should get on with the story.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Godchild except for my own characters. Godchild belongs to the great Kaori Yuki. If I did own it, then I'll be happy.

Also, spoilers are contained throughout the fanfiction for those of you who have just started reading Godchild.

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Chapter 1

The Tattered Diary

"Hey, Aubrey! Aubrey! Where're you going? The cafeteria is that way!"

The shrill voice from my friend Megan caused my walking to come to a sudden halt. I let out a heavy sigh as I shook my head lightly, feeling my chestnut brown hair leave gentle butterfly kisses along my jaw line. I raised my hand over to the back of my head and stroked the remains of my once long flowing hair before I chopped it all off to my mid neck, only to allow the rest of my hair to have some length, and fall at an angle at either side of my face. I then turned my body to allow my cerulean blue eyes to lock in a gaze at the bright-eyed, petite blonde that stood beside the lengthy staircase that lead to the first floor of the school.

I cocked my head to the side in a comical sort of manner as I chuckled a bit at her question. "Where do you think I'm going, Meg?" I quizzed playfully.

My blonde friend was obviously not amused with my playfulness, for she let out a loud groan in pure aggravation as she rolled her eyes in the same, yet also, mocking sort of manner. "Honestly, Aubrey, how many times have you actually gone to lunch, huh? Maggie is starting to suspect that you're suffering from anorexia when I know that isn't the case. Can you just...I dunno, not go to the library for once?"

I shook my head. "Nope," I grinned. "Let Maggie think whatever she wants, but I want to go to the library."

"...You are definitely the number one oddball of the Davis family, aren't you?"

"I'd be lying if I said otherwise. I take that as a compliment."

Megan let out a heavy sigh once again, a sign showing that she was through with trying to convince me to have lunch with her. Good. "Well, okay, then. I guess I'll see you later then. Bye, Aubrey." After her short and brief farewell, Megan immediately hurried her way downstairs to the first floor.

Without bothering to turn back, I shrugged to myself as I walked down the narrow hallway until I found the door that led to what would be my second home: the library. As expected, I spotted about ten to fifteen students dispersed throughout the entire room. Some were on the computers, whether they were doing some work for school or just goofing off on other websites, and some were sitting in the twelve-odd tables, in a diversity of shapes of circles and diamonds. Those students were either doing some homework that was probably due the next period, or just chatting with their friends.

I was greeted by the librarian as usual as I made my way towards the back of the library in attempts to search for something interesting to read. Reading was one of my biggest passions. No matter what genre it was, or whether or not it was fiction or nonfiction, I always seemed to be so...captivated by the elaborate story telling written by a talented man or woman. When reading a story...it was like opening a door to a different and exciting world, a world filled with magic, excitement, romance, the works.

I guess you can say I was a bit of a bookworm. A seventeen-year-old bookworm.

I rummaged through the tall shelves that were stacked with the wondrous masterpieces called novels. I pushed aside some various books I had read, from all seven Harry Potter books to various Mother Goose tales and fables. There were plenty more where that came from. There were Memoirs of a Geisha, Of Mice and Men, and an all-time classic, Alice in Wonderland. I had read them all, some even more than once. There were plenty more, too.

Groaning over the fact that I was unable to find something I haven't already read, I journeyed further back in the library, where I found a lonely bookshelf that contained much older titles, some even older than my grandparents. The librarian usually had that area off-limits to the student public, only because since the books were so old, she feared that one would break them. Intrigued, I motioned my way towards the shelf and looked around, gingerly obtaining a title, skimming through it, and then placing it back to its original spot.

"Odd," I finally started, placing another book back in the shelf. "I can't seem to find anything interesting for me to read...Hm..." Being persistent, I searched some more, and even went so far as to go on all fours and looked. During my search, I spotted the corner of a book peeking from beneath the shelf. Curious, I grabbed it and pulled it out. Resting in my hand was a small, hard covered book. There was no title printed on the cover; it was black like the darkest night, though the book itself was pretty tattered.

"Huh..." I uttered. "I've never seen this one before. And it doesn't even have a title! I don't think I have ever seen anything like it before." Cautiously, I opened the little book and set my gaze at the very first page. The material of the page was rough, and was tinted slightly vanilla, unlike the pages of the books read today. The words that made up the pages were written in ink, like someone had used a quill pen. The penmanship was so...neat, yet since it was so old, some of the words slightly bled with the other words.

July 11th, 1887

"..."

"Wh-what?" I stuttered upon reading the heading. "1887?! This was written more than one hundred years ago?!" Realizing how loud I was shouting, I covered my mouth rapidly as I blushed in embarrassment. To my luck, everyone in the library still went about their chatting and researching and studying. I let out a sigh in relief as I peered back to the page. "This must've been someone's diary..." I muttered quietly as I started to read from the very start of the entry.

July 11th, 1887

Hello. This is probably the first time I've ever kept a diary. I figured it'd be a good idea to do so instead of just having Riff listen to what I have to say all the time. I mean, I did not mind at all. It's just that I wanted to use another source to do so. I have heard that it was good to keep a diary..like it was some way to relieve stress. I'm certainly not stressed as of now...but it'll come. I'm certain of it. I'm probably not going to write much..since I'm a bit busy today and that there really isn't anything worth writing about. I just wanted to start off with writing this instead of just starting off with an event..but nowadays, strange things do tend to happen in London. Well, with that said, I must get going. Until next time.

By the way, my name is Cain. Cain Hargreaves.

Upon reading that final note, I closed the diary and stared intently at the tattered cover. "Cain Hargreaves, huh...?" I muttered softly. "He seems so intriguing. I want to read more, but..." I glanced over to the librarian, who was sitting at the front desk chatting with some of the teachers. I pulled my gaze from the librarian and back towards the diary. "I-I'm sure she wouldn't mind, right?" I stammered, standing up and tucking the diary in my jacket. I knew it was wrong to take something that clearly did not belong to me. I just couldn't help but be curious.

But then again, I also had a conscience.

As the teachers dispersed from the front desk, I hurriedly made my way towards it, finding the librarian on her own personal computer. "Um..excuse me, ma'am," I timidly started.

The librarian halted her typing as she turned her seat around to face me. "Oh, hello, Aubrey, what do you need, hon?" she smiled. Since I was in the library almost every day, the librarian herself had a chance to get familiar with me, thus being the reason why she greeted me in such a informal manner.

"Yes, um..." I pulled the diary from my jacket and placed it gently on the desk. "I found this diary underneath the bookshelf in the back room. Do you think I can borrow it for a couple of days? I'll bring it back, I promise."

The librarian lifted the diary from the desk and started to skim through it in curiosity. "Huh? That's strange. I don't remember ever getting this diary. It must've accidentally gotten mixed up along with the other books we received internationally." She skimmed through it again. "It's quite an old diary. Nineteenth century to be exact. And in London?"

"Uh, huh. So, uh, if you don't mind, can I borrow--?"

"It's yours. Here," she interrupted, handing me the diary once again. "This is the first time I have ever seen this, so it isn't worth missing."

"B-but--!"

"Aubrey, it's okay, really. Just take it and enjoy."

I was overwhelmed with complete joy. I had finally found something that sparked my interest, and this time, I get to keep it instead of borrowing it like I usual. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" I thanked, hugging the diary to my chest and hurrying my way out of the library towards my next class. It didn't take long before the bell rang, a sign to assemble every student to go to their next class. Along my walk, I found Megan and my other friends catching up to me. Immediately, they were asking me questions.

"Aubrey! Why didn't you come to lunch?!"

"Are you going on a crash diet?!"

"Why do you always skip lunch to go to the library?"

"Hey, is that a new book you've got? What is it?"

I didn't bother answering many of the questions, so I decided to just answer the final question. I grinned cheekily. "It's a secret," I giggled, now pacing my way towards class, leaving my friends baffled and confused. As soon as I was away from my friends, I pulled the diary from my chest and gazed at it once again. Cain, huh? I thought. Well, Cain, you have just sparked my interest. Sorry, pal. Time to invade what your life was like...

(A/N: Well, that's the end of chapter one. As for the date, 1887, that was just a random date I pulled out. I don't think the manga specified the actual date other than the 19th century. Like I said before, this is a test subject. If it turns out that people actually like it so far, I shall continue writing more in it. It'll be great if people like it, since it's my first attempt to write a Godchild fanfiction, but then again, it'll be a pain to work on four stories. But that's alright. One story I'm working on will be done in no time. As for the other two, I am unsure. Well, I hope this story hasn't been too, too bad so far. Well, hope you guys enjoy it.)

-Twilight-to-Nightfall