Broken to Whole, Separation to Reunion (Mo Dao Zu Shi fanfic)

Broken to Whole, Separation to Reunion

Before we begin, let me explain: This is a popular Chinese wuxia novel that is grabbing a lot of attention (or I am just behind in it), "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation" or "Mo Dao Zu Shi". Some spoilers and some not. If you do not know who or what is going on, read the novel, look it up in wikia, watch the ChAnime (is that how you spell it???), etc. Please excuse the inaccuracy of the details to those who do know the series. Creativity is not a crime for fanfictions anyways.

BL is mentioned. So those don't like, I don't care. Love is love regardless of gender, and I find this series beautiful.

Setting is ancient China (for those who don't know).

As for where I have been for almost half of the year... umm, sorry?

Now begin!

(Disclaimer: An inspiration coming from other's art; notes from the novel; love for the anime; and desperate to give Lan SiZhui a happy family ending even when I can't read all the chapters yet. All deserve praise and can never be mine. They belong to those that create it, despite the tweaks I put into them.)

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It was during the Da Fan Mountain's night hunt that Lan SiZhui recalled something from his missing memories. Memories that he had lost after a high fever when HanGuang-Jun (or his adoptive father as he would preferably call him) found him wounded in some unnamed ruins (though he believes that his adoptive father knows, just won't say).

It was brief with the appearance of the sound of soothing music coming from the makeshift flute Mo XuanYu had created as he fled with the Ghost General not far behind; a memory of a man dressed in all black and red smiling at him brightly despite the deepest sadness in his eyes and the blazing inferno around them.

For some reason, a tear ran down his cheek before he caught himself.

The second time was at the Cloud Recesses when he was tasked to take care of the rabbits. He couldn't help but frown in disapproval when he saw Mo XuanYu (taken in, courtesy of HanGuang-Jun), catching the rabbits. In spite of that, he found his heart pang forlornly, feeling a sense a familiarity of doing the same.

That night, he dreamt sitting on the shoulders of the same black-robed man as they chased some rabbits on the side of the road, a windmill on his hand blowing in the wind.

The third time, was at Yi City; with the porridge of death (courtesy of Jin Ling). Another jolt of a memory came with the familiar taste of spices fill his pallet.

Again, he dreamt of the missing memory as well as the conversation he and the black-robed man shared.

"A-Yuan, you don't have to finish it if you can't handle it," the man said, despite seeming amused.

"No! If Mama can do it, then I can as well!" but he could feel his face burning flush as he shoved another spoonful into his mouth.

"Hahaha," the laughter brought a sense of self-pride at being able to get a laugh from the black-robed man. Said man shuffled his locks. "But A-Yuan, you shouldn't call me Mama. I cannot be your parent."

Not liking the melancholy of the man's expression, he shook his head fiercely declaring, "Mama, will be mama! You found me, and took care of me! So you are mama! Also, mama is pretty!"

Surprise then turned to tender happiness. The man then placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Thank you, A-Yuan."

He woke up with tears, sorrow in his heart of not remembering the man.