Just so you know, to whomever this may concern, I am just writing something random. Enjoy. Based, not-so-loosely on Lan Chi. Blue Wings. So if this sound familiar, yeah, there ya go. Also, I'm contemplating on whether or not I should change turn this into a Luhan/OC fanfic... 


Prologue

Will's POV

The moment that inkling of blue entered my life, I knew things would change, drastically. Mother had brought home a girl. This girl was... Different. Her eyes were a stunning shade of blue-violet. The shades seemed to shift as she stared, the color seemed to change. The hypnotizing display was dulled, however, by the emotionless stare. A stare that seemed unfocused, lost, an extremely unsettling feeling had stirred in my stomach when her eyes rested on me. It was almost paralyzing, the way that those nonchalantly emotionless eyes felt as though they were staring straight through me. Through everything. My face instantly settled into a small grin, a mask settling over my restless atmosphere.
Her eyes left my face, and her small head turned slightly towards my little brother. I could feel the contemptuous air my little brother was emitting. Good for him. The faster she the left, the more quickly our peaceful lives would be restored.
"-going to be a new part of our family. Say hello." My mother finished introducing the new girl. Her hand gently pressed against her back, as a gesture of encouragement. This new attachment to our family stayed silent. Her eyes silently taking in the rest of her new surroundings. An awkward silence enveloped the room, that is, until Peter decided that it would be a great idea to 'greet' our new family member.
"Here, welcome to the family," He smiled, his cute little innocent grin enlightening the atmosphere. She stared at him. Peter had is puppet on his right hand. He smiled as he stretched his arm out and held the puppet in front of her face. "This is for you."
Mother gasped in delight, her hand over , "Isn't that your favorite puppet, though?"
Peter just smiled and stepped a little closer to the girl. She reached out, her hands were about to touch the puppet, when Peter let his little weapon's retractable eye pop out and hit the girl in the face. I sighed. He just had to do that in front of Mother. He is so screwed.
"PETER!" Mother slapped Peter, and instantly steered the girl away to her room. It was time for me to take action.
"Mother, I'll bring her to her room. I would like to... get to know her better." I smiled.
"Oh. Well that's very thoughtful of you, William. Go ahead." Mother had an endearing look on her face. As she walked away from the girl, she headed towards the kitchen, as I walked up to the girl and smiled.
"My name is William. Welcome to the family." She just directed her large eyes at me. She didn't blink as I stared, seeing my reflection in her dull eyes. We stated like that for a while, until it became too unnerving to stare into her all-seeing eyes. I started my way up the stairs. Once I got to the second floor, I gestured to the hallway to my left.
"Your room is this one, third door on the right. The bathroom, is the second door on the left." I pointed at the doors, and walked over to her door. I turned to her, my hand on the doorknob, silently asking if she wanted to enter her new home. She walked over to me silently. I opened the door. I took a small gasp, the amount of pink in the room was insane. I did not remember there being this much pink in this room a week ago. Mother must have gone shopping. I stepped into the room, eyeing the pictures on the nightstand, and the frilly bedding. I turned around too see the girl stoically standing there. She hadn't moved.
"This is your room. As you can see, my mother had a bit of fun decorating this place." I let out a hollow laugh. "Make yourself at home. My room is the next door down, Peter and I share a room."
She didn't respond. I left the room then. I had decided. The best thing to do right now was to get a bag of crushed ice. Her cheek was starting to swell a little. Peter's puppet packs a bit of a punch. I silently made my way downstairs. Peter was sitting on the second to last step playing with his puppet.
"Hey," I sat down next to him. He continued poking and prodding his puppet.
"William," His head turned to me a few seconds later, all activities he was doing with his puppet ceased. "I wish things would go back to the way they were."
"They can't."
"I know. But that doesn't stop me from wishing it." I sighed.
"I know." I stood then, leaving him alone as I walked over to the freezer and got some ice into a plastic bag. I put the filled bag onto a cutting board, and used a rolling pin to crush the ice. I then wrapped it in a few paper towels before walking back to the stairway. Peter was gone. I kept walking, until I eventually got to her room. I knocked on the door a couple of times before walking in. She had not moved. She was still standing there, in her white shirt and jeans. Her bag was still slung over her shoulder, and she was standing so still, it shocked me when she turned around and stared at me. I nearly dropped the ice.
"U-uh-um, I brought some ice, for your, y'know," I gestured towards her cheek. She blinked. And walked up to me, gingerly taking the ice from my hand, before gently pushing me out the room and closing the door. I stared the door for a while. This girl. Was strange. It was only nine o'clock in the morning. But I felt tired. Strange. I walked to my room to get my book bag. I needed to go the library and return my books. I gathered my books off of my bookshelf, promptly ignoring my Peter as he lounged on his bed, reading a comic. I checked my booklist and closed my book bag. I left the room. Only to go back in.
"Peter," He looked up from his comic. "Anything to return to the library?"
He looked thoughtful for a moment, before shaking his head. I nodded back at him, and closed the door. Walking out into the hallway. I walked through the kitchen, grabbing an apple and my bicycle key. Mother was there, she sat at the dining table, looking at this month's bills. She silently murmured to herself, scribbling numbers onto a piece of scratch paper.
"Mother,"
"Mm,"
"I'm heading to the library."
"Okay." I walked out into the garage, unlocking my bike from the wall, and switching my slippers for a pair of sneakers. I walked my bike out the side door, and started pedaling towards the library.