/Sometimes I can't help but to wonder…what would it be like…to have someone to hold, to cherish, and to love? What would it be like…to have someone that wanted to hold you, to cherish you, and to love you? Would I ever know? I seriously doubt it./
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"What It Would Be Like"
Series: Weiß Kreuz
By: Shukujo Kurai
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss...x_X
Pairing: YxR/RxY
Rating: R
Warnings: OOC, shounen-ai, supernatural, etc...
Author's note: Think Steven King's 'The Dead Zone'...and think Aya as Johnny. ¬_¬;
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I finger the piece of paper gently, subconsciously analyzing the handwriting as I try to get inside the person's head.
They're obviously lonely, that much is for certain. But what else? Why are they lonely?
I don't get much of a chance to think about it as our redheaded leader stalks into the room, unhappy as per usual. I stuff the paper in my pocket and ignore him.
Maybe it was Omi…but that can't be right, everyone loves the chibi. Even his sister loved him, for crying out loud.
Ken? No…just about the same thing with Omi…everyone loves the dopey soccer-player. For reasons unbeknownst to me, by the way.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Aya looking around for something and suddenly I realize that he's near the same section of floor where I found the paper.
My jaw drops. Aya…of all the people in the world…Aya…
I stammer some excuse and run upstairs faster than I've run since childhood. I reach my room, open the door, enter, and slam it shut in one fluid movement. I lock it for good measure.
Wah…What'll happen when he realizes that I'VE found his little paper? I slide down the back of the door and grab my legs to my chest.
I'm gonna die…I'm gonna die…I'm gonna die…
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I know he ran up here and I hope to God that I don't know why. I silently creep up the steps and stop in front of his room as I hear what sounds like whispering.
'I'm gonna die…I'm gonna die…'
I let my guard down long enough to make a face. I now know where my paper went.
"Youji! Open the door." I demand as I pound on his door.
I hear a muffled 'eep' from inside.
"Now, Youji." I order in a surprisingly gentle voice. For some reason, I can almost feel the fear radiating from inside Youji's mind. "Youji?" I ask, alarming myself with the amount of concern in my voice. My hand's still on the doorknob, resting gently against the cool metal.
I can feel his trembling hand gripping the doorknob.
Suddenly, I can feel everything he's feeling. The awesome amount of fear…the fear of betrayal, of hope, and of love. I can see a man, his immense hand raised, a frightening amount of hatred on his face. I now see a woman, lying in a pool of blood, her once bright green eyes now dull with the stillness of death, her mouth slightly open, her rosy lips turning a frozen shade of blue. The onslaught only continues. I now see a group of gangsters surrounding a little boy, they have whips, sticks and guns, they hit the boy repeatedly as they rape him brutally.
I release the doorknob with a slightly audible gasp.
That's why I can't love anyone.
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Suddenly I feel comforted, like I just poured my soul out to someone. I open the door to reveal a rather disturbed Fujimiya Aya. He looks up at me…strangely. Like he knows me, or some silly thing like that. His usually cold eyes looked disturbed, like he's just seen something that frightened him straight to the core.
"Aya?…You okay?" I ask, my hand reaching out to touch him of its own accord.
"Yeah." He murmurs and jerks away before I can even get close to him. "Nevermind." He continues as he walks away.
What was that all about?
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TBC
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"What It Would Be Like"
Series: Weiß Kreuz
By: Shukujo Kurai
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss...x_X
Pairing: YxR/RxY
Rating: R
Warnings: OOC, shounen-ai, supernatural, etc...
Author's note: Think Steven King's 'The Dead Zone'...and think Aya as Johnny. ¬_¬;
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I finger the piece of paper gently, subconsciously analyzing the handwriting as I try to get inside the person's head.
They're obviously lonely, that much is for certain. But what else? Why are they lonely?
I don't get much of a chance to think about it as our redheaded leader stalks into the room, unhappy as per usual. I stuff the paper in my pocket and ignore him.
Maybe it was Omi…but that can't be right, everyone loves the chibi. Even his sister loved him, for crying out loud.
Ken? No…just about the same thing with Omi…everyone loves the dopey soccer-player. For reasons unbeknownst to me, by the way.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Aya looking around for something and suddenly I realize that he's near the same section of floor where I found the paper.
My jaw drops. Aya…of all the people in the world…Aya…
I stammer some excuse and run upstairs faster than I've run since childhood. I reach my room, open the door, enter, and slam it shut in one fluid movement. I lock it for good measure.
Wah…What'll happen when he realizes that I'VE found his little paper? I slide down the back of the door and grab my legs to my chest.
I'm gonna die…I'm gonna die…I'm gonna die…
----------
I know he ran up here and I hope to God that I don't know why. I silently creep up the steps and stop in front of his room as I hear what sounds like whispering.
'I'm gonna die…I'm gonna die…'
I let my guard down long enough to make a face. I now know where my paper went.
"Youji! Open the door." I demand as I pound on his door.
I hear a muffled 'eep' from inside.
"Now, Youji." I order in a surprisingly gentle voice. For some reason, I can almost feel the fear radiating from inside Youji's mind. "Youji?" I ask, alarming myself with the amount of concern in my voice. My hand's still on the doorknob, resting gently against the cool metal.
I can feel his trembling hand gripping the doorknob.
Suddenly, I can feel everything he's feeling. The awesome amount of fear…the fear of betrayal, of hope, and of love. I can see a man, his immense hand raised, a frightening amount of hatred on his face. I now see a woman, lying in a pool of blood, her once bright green eyes now dull with the stillness of death, her mouth slightly open, her rosy lips turning a frozen shade of blue. The onslaught only continues. I now see a group of gangsters surrounding a little boy, they have whips, sticks and guns, they hit the boy repeatedly as they rape him brutally.
I release the doorknob with a slightly audible gasp.
That's why I can't love anyone.
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Suddenly I feel comforted, like I just poured my soul out to someone. I open the door to reveal a rather disturbed Fujimiya Aya. He looks up at me…strangely. Like he knows me, or some silly thing like that. His usually cold eyes looked disturbed, like he's just seen something that frightened him straight to the core.
"Aya?…You okay?" I ask, my hand reaching out to touch him of its own accord.
"Yeah." He murmurs and jerks away before I can even get close to him. "Nevermind." He continues as he walks away.
What was that all about?
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TBC
How was it? Reviews/e-mails keep me writing! ~.^