Disclaimers : Sniff... Why? Oh why can't I own Weiss Kreuz? Just for one day, an hour, a minute... Pweez!!! Alright, alright! I don't own it and never will. goes of pouting.
Title: When Blood Soils One's Hands
Author: Black Mirror
Pairings : Just wait and see! I'm not gonna spoil the fun.
Summary: A mission goes wrong, teenagers start missing, love is refused... welcome to Weiss!
Type: Angst and Romance
Rating: PG-13
Status: Work in progress
Warnings: YAOI!!! Partial child-rape, blood, murder... All those lovely things we like. Don't say I haven't warned you! Oh! And there might be bad language. Yes, I've made Ken swear. }:p Oh, Raven is mine and I would beg you not to steal him. If you like him enough to steal him, I'll let you borrow him. I also add that some of the torture will be referring to the catholic religion. I hope no one sees that as an inconvenience. Now, stop reading this and stroll down to the fic. }:)
When Blood Soils One's Hands
Chapter XIV
Of Hangovers and Sore Behinds
Close your eyes and try to sleep now
Close your eyes and try to dream
Clear your mind and do your best
To try and wash the palette clean
We can't begin to know it
How much we really care
I hear your voice inside me
I see your face everywhere
We Belong / Pat Benatar
12 :33 P.M.
I had been typing and researching for no less than two complete hours. My eyes were starting to itch and had probably... -scratch that, assuredly become bloodshot. I lay on my bed, stomach resting on my cotton bedspread, Omi's laptop acting as sole light source in the room. Therefore, the walls were plunged in white colored rays. The blinds were closed as were the lights. Even though outside the sun had reached its highest peek, it was absolutely impossible to tell from where I lay. And all in all, this day sucked and wasn't leading me anywhere.
"Where's the freakin' coffee?" someone yelled from what I guessed was the kitchen –it's the only place you can get coffee from anyways. My day couldn't become worse, could it? Well, believe me, it just had. Alas, I had recognized that tone of voice.
"Make your own goddamn coffee!"
As this certain person neared my room, the pounding of his footsteps grew louder. In a prompt swing, the door's hinges squealed and the doorknob banged against the opposing wall.
"This is not the time! I need my morning coffee and cigarette. You do not want to have to deal with a grumpy me."
Oh yeah! Come on, piss and moan, Yohji. You don't know what you've missed out on. And by the way, it's more like cigarettes anyway. I also felt like adding that past noon it wasn't considered a 'morning coffee' anymore, but I restrained myself.
"You're right, though: this isn't the time for such babyish behavior" I added a dramatic pause to add a little bit of effect. "We got another tape."
Yohji knew exactly what I was talking about. It's not like you get tapes everyday on your door step or wherever. His angry mask fell and his entire face seemed to sag. I would have laughed at his dumbfounded expression had I not been as irritated as I was. You can understand, I hope, right? I really hated, loathed his guts right about then. I felt like passing him through a meat grinder and make radioactive hamburgers out of the remains. Why radioactive? I have no idea, it just sounded good.
"Wha-When?"
Yeah! Start acting all surprised and interested. Like that will help.
"While you were sleeping off a hangover" I retorted in anger, spitting out my hate and yelling at the top of my lungs. If I kept this up, I was surely going to loose my voice.
Yohji was taken aback by my statement –or was it by my yelling. However, I knew he wouldn't let anyone talk to him like that. The blond always found a way to get the last word -or the last laugh.
"Don't you start yelling at me! It feels like my head was chewed up by a shark and spat back out."
"You know what else would spit you back out? I bet you hell wouldn't even want anything to do with you. It would spit you back out and you'd have to live your life over and over again just because no body wants anything to do with you."
Ok! Alright, I admit, I was harsh and insensitive, but he needed to be put back in his place. Well, sorry if I'm mister hotheaded meany. It's not like I can do anything about it.
We were both shocked by my retort. I had not meant half of it nor had I meant to be so hard, but, I swear, he did need it. Truly he did. I tried to say sorry, but, I swear, the words were stuck in my throat. Truly they were!
We never spoke of hell nor did we speak of death. We sometimes used it as a complimentary sware word, but we never elaborated nor did we converse when the subject was brought up. We were plunge in death, surrounded by it and we knew that it would be our ultimate coffin. The problem with this thought, because up to now everything seems pretty normal to me, is that we sometimes begged for that time to come. Our time. Nothing like suicide and I will never say that suicide is the easy way out of things but we did mentally wish for it to come. Death, though unknown, uncertain, is a form of eternal rest, never-ending peace. We would never have that chance; the pleasure of eternal peace. They would not let us rest. They would not give us peace. The screams, the fears, the eyes... We weren't like everyone else. We weren't your common friendly neighbor. And so, we never spoke of hell. And death? Why augment the lingering by speaking of it? And so, neither did we speak of death.
Did that make sense at all? Shit...
"That's fine by me" Yohji said after a few attempts at speaking. He turned his head, blond swirls flowing freely. With his back facing me, he murmured: "Just fine." His right hand reached his hair, scratching his skull and he made a few hesitant steps towards the door.
But I couldn't let him go so easily. Yes, I had been harsh, but I still had to know something.
"You will not walk away from me while I'm trying to speak to you!"
I felt like a mother-hen.
"I need to know. I need to know wh-why you did it."
Yohji paused his walking.
"What do you want?"
I took my time, my words sometimes freezing in my mouth.
"Why last night? How could you go and have a blast wh-while Omi... I mean... God! How could you?"
I couldn't continue, the words just wouldn't leave my mouth. I wouldn't cry. Not in front of him.
"I-I ju-just don't get it. I-"
I would never have guessed what was to happen next and, I assume, neither would you. I looked up –Yohji is taller than I am after all- and found his green eyes. They were filled to the brims with salty tears. Alright, well, let's just say that that was unaccounted for. Hum, yeah... what else is there to say? I was facing a crying goldy locks. Usually very good at controlling myself, I totally lost my self-control at this point. Go me!
"Why are you crying? I'm the one who's been drugged on Advils for three days straight. I'm the one who hasn't been sleeping well. I'm the one" alright! So I'm narcissistic, "who's eyes feel like sandpaper that's never been used and who's ass is so sore from sitting too much that it's gone numb and I can't even feel it anymore. "
Yohji blinked, a few tears stroking his cheeks and the contours of his face before falling onto his sleeveless shirt. He smelled of women and beer (actually, he smelled of beer and women. Trust me, there is a difference). Even though the odor was quite faint, I could still manage to detect it.
Yohji spoke –strangely his voice was not broken by his sobs:
"You know what's ironic? I don't even know why I'm crying?"
After that, I don't remember much. For ten to fifteen minutes, we were just bawling and crying and sobbing and... you get the pictures, right? And the worst, I find, is that we were crying for no apparent reason. In my case, it was probably just because my eyes needed a little watering and in Yohji's, he was assuredly still a tiny bit tipsy. What noble reasons to break down on such a fine afternoon! Even worse, I still didn't know why Yohji had gone partying and I was still mad about it. But there I was, crying in his arms. You try it figure it out! I surely never could... and don't think I didn't try.
And that's not the end of it. No! We just had to be humiliated. Guess who found us? I bet you a hundred dollars you could not find out. Well, of course! Aya wanted to get me ready for my afternoon shift at the flower shop. Here's how the scene went:
1. Aya entered.
2. Aya looked.
3. Aya saw.
4. Aya exited.
And never did a sole emotion appear on his face. Not one! I wasn't going to take any bullshit from him anyways. Nevertheless, I couldn't let Aya go and imagine things that weren't true. I did not like Yohji and just because I was crying my eyes out in his arms it didn't mean a thing. This was just another one of those days.
Drying a few tears, I ran after Aya and ended up having to do my shift. No sympathy from the 'ice lord'. Girls, Aya may be very cute, but he's a very uncharismatic person. Just trust me on this one. I've got a pretty reliable 'no-charisma' vibe finder. He projects tons.
I entered the shop and was buried by what seemed to me as hundreds of female bodies. It was true that I hadn't worked in while, with the headaches and everything, and lets just say that some of our clients missed me. Oddly enough, I couldn't seem to find any interest at all in the beautiful womanly specimens that surrounded me.
Hell! It was just one of those days.
end of chapter 14
Author's note: Oh my gawd! Four pages in four months?!?!?! This is really a writer's block isn't it? Well now, I guess I know what it's like. I'll stop pestering other writers with this same problem. This is hell. Just writing a little is hard. And you keep thinking about other stories you'd prefer to write and then start writing them and forget about the previous... anyways... Just be glad I've got something posted here! It may be short and nothing really happens, but it's a start, right?
Well, onto reviewers:
Blade : There you go... hope you didn't notice these last four months delay either... ; I'm glad your finding that the story's coming along well and I hope you find this 'no action' chapter as interesting as the others.
Amy : Hello! Well, I've been off of it for a while. Life's just been running along and leaving me behind. Cegep starting next year and I had to prepare everything for that, three weeks in Italy with fifty students of my year and four teachers, flunking maths... this year was quite the challenge (not to mention that my computer isn't working very well)... I need a new computer. At least I'm hoping to get a little news from you in reviews... Well, hope you enjoyed!
Yami Kitsune : You forgot about my story??? How dare you? TT; Don't worry! I don't mind too much... Glad to have you back though. Nope, this fic isn't dead yet! It's trying to survive its bad author's mood swings and mean schedule. Keep 'R&R'ing
Bisexual Pygmy : Well, you'll just have to read and find it if Omi dies or not. I love a good tragedy, but I also love the sappy and sweet ending kiss... dundundun!!! You'll see! In the mean while, keep up with the reviews.
Anime Cat : I'm glad you don't mind if the chapters are long or short because this is the shortest one I've ever writing up to now, or so I think. Thanks for the reviews and don't stop please!
Riisha : POWER TO THE KXO FANDOM!!! POWER TO WEISS!!! That was a very joyful review. I enjoy joyful reviews. Really I do! It reminds me that I'm not the only person on earth who might have a few screws lose brain wise. Better be original than conformist. Yup!!! grabs her pompoms Go WEISS!!! That's it W-E-I-S-S!!! Weiss Weiss Weiss!!! Wiat do I have any pompoms... it's the thought that counts right? Well, glad to see your still following this story and please keep reviewing.
Gata: warm and gushy feeling alert Oooh!!! Thank you very much for the review. I live anew! ; Alright, no more sappiness. And yes, it is true: we always torture the characters we like. If you're an angst and torture fanatic that is. Well, hope to hear more from you.
Honey Dipped Roses: Wow! I would never have thought I'd get a review like this one. I mean... wow! I'm really really really glad that you like my style of writing and am eternally grateful for the marvelous review. I can't even begin to express what it was like to read your review for the first time. It was GreaT ( with a capital G and T)... just like the tiger from Frosted Flakes. Thanks!!! I'm sorry there was pretty much nothing about Omi in this chapter, but I hope you still enjoyed it, though it was kinda meaningless, and hope to hear more critics from you.
Yume: Sadly, Raven will not die of a heart attack. But... dun dun dun... this part has been censored for too much information was being revealed... and then that's the end. Well, what do you think. Hope you enjoyed. Please keep reviewing.