I know that I lack in speed of updating, but please be patient people, I WILL continue my other fics. Thus this series just pops up in my mind after reading a very sad email about a person who only has 3 months to live, and I just *got* to write about it. I did a little extreme turn-over by changing it into a week though. I hope you guys like it since I want to point out morals in this one ^^ *hugs* comments please?

Warnings: Shonen-ai, angst, drama

Spoilers: Aya's past, it's better if you already know the whole original story first

Disclaimer: Weiß doesn't belong to me

The Last Seven Days in My Life

Day 00
Kisaragi Yuu

It was a raining night when we made it through the nearest hospital, having our names changed with Manx's comrades and got into the emergency room immediately.

I still could remember vividly how Ken yelled my name as I collapsed in the flowershop the day before yesterday and the fact that ever since that day, I was always in this white room. I never thought that anything could be too white for me.

I looked to the window beside me and the green leafs sticking into a wooden branch behind it.

It was very peaceful.

The wind blew softly and the sky was a deep baby blue drop of colour that had white marshmallows painted all over it. I never realized that the world was made beautiful in this other side.

I was enjoying the sound of the breeze dancing in the invincible air when I heard someone knocks my door.

A familiar coffee-coloured haired boy came into my room.

"Aya? You're awake?"

"Ken."

He looked at me, reassuring himself that I was awake and showed him no sign of sleepiness. After a while he let himself entered the room and he dragged the nearest chair to sit beside me.

"Look what I've brought for you!" he smiled. I couldn't help myself to smile back, thus the faintest since smiles never looked good on me. "Fruits, magazines and Discman to prevent you from killing yourself due boredom."

Ken was cute. However, it wasn't something that I could state to the world so freely.

"Haha, thank you."

"So how are you feeling?"

"I feel fine, thanks for coming. How are things with flowershop?"

"Well we're quite busy since Omi got school and missions, while Yohji... yeah you know Yohji, he's *always* busy with every single things. That means the person who can devote himself 100% to the flowershop is only me. It's kind of heavy you know..."

I tried to smile, "yes, sorry about that."

"Hey don't apologize, you'll damn help me to death when you're done with this whole lot hospital thingy." He fisted my arm playfully as he threw me his biggest smile. I just couldn't stop wondering how could he make such a simple smile to look so bright.

"Ken... I'm afraid that it wouldn't be possible."

He looks up, "eh?"

I clenched my hands and remembered my last night's talk with the doctor. He was looking at me in sympathy and I didn't like it the least bit. I wondered if Ken would also did the same.

Would he look at me like that?

"Ken."

"Yeah?" his voice was surprised by the sudden call. I wasn't amused.

"I only have a week to live."

And this was the truth, the truth which had never chose on white or black since it was just the truth. And I've learnt my lesson well long before this happened.

"W-what?"

"I talked to the doctor last night," I began, "he said it was quite a miracle that I didn't die in the day I collapsed since my inner body was already a big piece of waste. The cancer inside me is incurable. And what I've got left is 7 days."

Silence was what I got as my answer. I supposed that it was better than having hyperventilating scenes and such sentimental overloads so I didn't ask. It was one of the reactions that I would expect from Ken, although it was the latest prediction.

The person beside me was staring at me with this blank stare. It's not everyday that you could see Ken with such an empty face like this, it didn't suit him at all.

"...Aya that was so not funny."

And so denial was what came upon him the first.

"I'm not joking, Ken. You know I suck in jokes."

"..."

He stared at me, he was searching for anything that might convince him that this was all a joke. One of those big, fat jokes that God played around with us ever since we lost our real lives and deserted in this dark underworld life. Still somehow, I didn't regret it.

However this was not a joke, everybody in this world knew that I wished it was a joke, but it was not. It was just the truth, the honest truth which didn't side on anyone, anything or anybody in this melodrama of life.

"Then why don't you cry?"

I raised my eyes to him and locked him up with them.

"Why are you saying all these as like it's happening to somebody else?! Why don't you cry?! Why don't you scream, yell and curse the world?! Why... why aren't you sad?!!" he snapped as he grabbed my white pajama that the hospital provided for me and forced himself closer to me. Tears were threatening him.

I looked at the boy in front of me, so innocent and so beautiful yet sinned and tainted in the same time. It was like a two-sided coin, another fragment in this stage of drama I've settled.

Then somehow, in a way that also skipped me, I smiled. "Thank you Ken, for worrying and getting angry with me. Truthfully I don't really know why I can be calm like this... but really, I'm not afraid at all, Ken."

He still locked his looks on me as tears started to trail on his cheeks.

"A-Aya..."

"When I was told that I only got 7 days to live, the first thing that came into my mind was not how to expand my life from all those therapies the doctor offered to me. Do you know what the first thing that came into my mind?"

He shook his head as I brushed off the tears on his cheeks.

I trailed his eye line and cupped my hand on his cheek. I've always wanted to do that but somehow the courage came to me a little bit late.

"The only thing I could think about was I wanted to go home."

He widened his eyes at that, and slowly cried more-as like crying for my part too. I stopped crying long ago.

"Because of this, Ken... I want to get some things straight with this life I'm having now. The first thing I can do right now is to be more open and to tell you the truth."

He sobbed.

I held back tears.

"Ken... I love you."

He gasped at that, looking like he couldn't believe his ears as I tried hard to believe on the words that just spilled out of my lips.

Days, weeks, months and years passed with me holding down all these feelings I had with Ken. And they were suppressed by anger and hatred to a certain someone that blinded my sense of humanity and turned me into a killing machine who had no feelings at all.

But that person was dead, and my sister was free.

It left me no burden and in the same time made me realize what a pathetic fool I was-remembering that the reason why was I alive was to kill somebody.

And someday I just realized more that these feelings for Ken weren't about 'adore' or 'grateful'. Sure it consisted on two of them, but it was something more, more deeper than that. It was the feeling that I thought my soul would never experienced. It was an old fashioned, cliché love.

"And I tell you this because I don't want to regret."

"A-Aya..." he sobbed again as he suddenly hugged me. I was quite surprised since the reaction that I predicted was nothing like an acceptation.

Then the next thing he said which was still splashed all over my walls of memories was, "I... I love you too."

I opened my mouth as like trying to say something, but words were buried deep inside of me. It didn't matter anymore, nothing really did except this one. It was everything I could ask for in this torturing years of my life.

"Please... let me stay with you." he whispered in my ear as he held me closer.

I held him back, just as tight as he did to me.

"Aya... let me stay with you for these 7 days. We will make these 7 days of yours worth forever."

Seven days that worth forever. Those words revolved in my mind as I thought on things that I wanted to do in these last days in my life. Things that would only come as night fairytales for people in the underworld.

"Yes Ken, let's do that."

"I will make it worth forever..."

Therefore, the last seven days in my life started.

The End-Prologue