A/N: Woot! My first loner Weiss ficcie (sorry TamTam!). Well, I got bored, and my sister cleaned her room and let me use her computer. I am REALLY tired of reading right now because I'm rereading the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan, and as anyone who has seen it or read it before knows, that is QUITE a task. Soooooooooooooooo, here you go. Well, WEISS KREUZ AND ALL OF ITS AFFILIATED JUNK DOES NOT BELONG TO ME AND NEVER WILL! IF IT DID, I'D BE A HOT JAPANESE GUY WHO MAKES BIG BUCKS SINGING! There. At least I didn't forget this time. Oh, yes. MY HAPPY ENDING BELONGS TO AVRIL LAVIGNE! Now, on to the story. Hope you enjoy! Had to remove the lyrics, thanks to the new rule, though. Just listen to the song as you read this.
: Any text you see in these are mind speech.
My Happy Ending
A songfic by Mischa Kitsune
"Stay the hell away from me. I don't want to see you any time soon."
Aya stared after Yohji's back with dead violet eyes, clutching his bleeding hand to his chest. The blonde disappeared into the murky darkness, not looking back once.
A lone tear found its way down his cheek amongst the rain, and Aya let go of the hand to trace its path. The blood on his hand left a mark, but it was washed away in a matter of moments. He shook his head and started forward, half-lurching, half-running.
He finally caught up to Yohji and grabbed hold of his arm, ignoring the pain that came from using his right hand.
"Yohji, please! Wait!" It cost him dearly in pride to get those words out, but Yohji just shook off his hand and went forward again, acting as though Aya was a ghost and didn't exist.
He couldn't stand this. He tried to think of anything he had done, but he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. What on earth could it be?
When he couldn't remember anything that he had said or done to upset Yohji, he went over Yohji's recent actions. No clues there, either.
He stood there for a while, confused, then pulled himself together. He couldn't do anything until he knew what was going on. Holding his hand to his chest again, he dragged himself to his Porsche, allowing his exhaustion to seep into his mind now that the danger was passed. The mission had been a success…until Yohji's mysterious disappearance and reappearance while Aya went after the target. They were in a mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo, and the streets would be deserted at this time of night.
He couldn't consider a mission that ended like this being a success. He could still feel Yohji's wire wrapping around his hand and tightening, drawing blood as it forced the bones in his hand to grind painfully against the hilt of his katana.
He heard Seven's engine revv as his teammate raced off into the night, and remembered making deliveries with Yohji to the sound of that engine whenever there was a problem with the Porsche. In fact, it had been on one of those deliveries when YOHJI had made the first move.
He had been a fool to EVER think that such a playboy could be tied down to one person. Aya's heart grew colder the longer he thought about it.
What went wrong? Just before the mission Yohji had been loving, doting, even.
He was already forgetting the feel of Yohji's arms around him late at night, when he was tired and pleasantly sore from exercising with his katana…among other things.
The murmured sentiments, easily able to make him feel warm and fuzzy inside just hours ago, now made him flinch away and shove them down into a deep, dark hole.
They pulled into the garage at the Koneko and Aya watched Yohji's back disappear through the door and into the light. Away from him, as well as the darkness.
Slowly, reluctantly, he turned the keys and unlocked the door, regretting the fact that he had to go inside. He could hear the two members of Weiss that had stayed home laughing and chatting amiably with Yohji.
When he entered Ken and Omi turned to him, Omi immediately zooming in on his hand - which was still bleeding. He cast Yohji a slightly irritated glare and turned to Aya again, reaching out a hand.
"Aya, let me take care of that for you. That's too hard to deal with on your own." He dropped his hand and sighed when Aya cast him the coldest glare he could manage and strode towards the stairs.
Ken shook his head, and his words followed Aya up the stairs. "Give it up, Omi. You know Aya. Stubbornly difficult until the very end. Right, Yohji?"
He remembered all of the times they had been injured and had been more stubborn than he was. They would sometimes pass out from blood loss before the others could treat them.
They thought of him as cold and hard, very similar to his katana, he supposed. The thought nearly made him snort. If only they knew that there really were emotions beneath the smooth exterior.
They never told the others about their relationship. Ken and Omi would probably never guess that Yohji was, in truth, very open-minded about who he would and would not take to bed.
That brought him back to the end of the mission. Had Yohji been lying all this time? Hiding how he truly felt?
Was he smoking because of Aya now, instead of for other reasons? Was he going to drink himself under the table several times a week, because of Aya?
He stripped off his trench coat and the clothing beneath it, remembering Yohji doing the same, cigarette bobbing between his teeth, beet sitting on the dresser. They had used Aya's room, since it was cleaner. Now he wondered if it was simply because Yohji didn't want to taint his room.
He curled up on his bed, pulling the covers over his now cold body. It had been nice having someone there, to keep him warm.
He snorted as he realized what he was thinking. Had Yohji done him a service by pretending?
No one had ever made him feel that way before. It made him wonder if anyone ever would, or even could, again.
He curled up into a tighter ball, thinking of all that he had given to Yohji. All that he had given that he could never have back.
At least
Yohji stuck around for a few moments after he told him to stay away.
At least he had watched Aya's heart shatter.
The blood that was still leaking from the deep cut on his hand stained his bed sheets, forcing him to face the fact that yes, it was over.
When they had first gotten together, Aya had been happy enough and content enough that even his glares lost some of their edge.
That had made the others happy, at least. Now it was back to the beginning. It wasn't just Yohji and Aya losing this time.
He began drifting into sleep, slowly blotting from his mind all of the memories he had with Yohji.
He began to forget the sincerity in Yohji's eyes whenever he looked into those emerald depths while Yohji proclaimed his love.
The image of Yohji's back fading into mist followed him into his dreams.
Yohji laid on his bed, tears streaming out of his eyes, waiting for the alcohol to take effect and knock him out. A picture of orchid eyes haunted him every time he closed his eyes, and he could feel those bloodred strands tickling his chest.
He had truly felt that they fit so perfectly. They melded together in nearly impossible harmony. How could he have been so…blind?
He began remembering the Aya of before, when he had just seen him as a cold bastard who cared nothing for the rest of the world. The warm, soft Aya of the past few months came unweaved and drifted into nothing.
He supposed Aya really was entirely coldhearted. He had pretended to the end, even trying to convince him that he hadn't been a wolf in sheep's clothing.
He heard that nasal voice in his mind, the words echoing. :He's just a liar, meine katzen. He's just using you.: He knew that it was truth. There was nothing to deny.
The image of Aya's back leaving his room and heading into the darkness of the hallway was the last thing on his mind as he fell asleep. The time when they first met.
A nasal voice laughed as green eyes danced and orange-red hair was flipped over a green-clad shoulder across town. The German drank in the lovely feelings and thoughts of his two beloved katzen.
A/N: So, what do you think? Huh? Huh? I suppose this IS a rather depressing fic. Lol. -ducks random projectiles- Please R&R. I'd appreciate it. Sankyuu for reading! Jya ne!
FUEISU-
