Fear In a Bottle
By: Bl00deh Switch
Disclaimer: I don't own the people of Weiss Kreuz. Though I could Go for an Extra dose of Youji. xD...!! Anyways, On with the story.
A/N: Actually, On with the Authoress's Note! A little bit of Youji dwelling on his beloved Asuka....A little bit of bad luck... a little bit of Omi muses (NOT Yaoi) ;-; expect depression, slight ooc/under the youji exterior. so here it is!/my first WK fic/
Two forest green eyes were trained lightly on the tightly packed clouds which seemed to dot the skyline. The blonde mused for a moment, took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the sweet morning air, and sat upright. Youji's left hand gently caressed his stomach as it quietly called out to him, telling the play-boy that he should eat sometime this year.
The man considered this, grunting shortly as he stood up. For a moment, Youji thought he had stood up a bit to quickly, as the world around him seemed to brighten up, Dying grass seemingly lush and green, clouds puffed out to a considerable size, and the air so fresh, so sweet... Not the usual polluted air he was used to.
If he were a puppy, his ears would have perked up at the attractive female voice he heard. Quickly but suspiciously, Youji's forest green eyes flicked about, searching for the source of the voice.
It seemed so...familiar.
"Asuka,...?" His strong, deep voice seemed a bit questioning, as he said the one name he would never forget.
The shapeless being began to laugh at him, but playfully.
And for a moment, Youji felt at peace as he watched the Trees dance in the warm spring breeze.
***
"Hey Youji, what took you so long...?" The sweet, childish voice of Omi Tsukiyono was heard only to Youji alone, and that was intended, as the brunnette boy ushered Youji into the flower shop.
"Whats it to you...?" The older male questioned boredly, obviously not interested in what Aya expected of him, or whatever the reason Omi had for questioning him.
"...." The younger male didn't reply for a long moment, his big blue eyes(tm) focused on Youji's depressed Green ones.
"Nothing. Just... Hurry up and get dressed. We're waiting."
The young boy pretended nothing was wrong with wandering outside at five in the morning in your pajamas until lunch time.
Pretended nothing was wrong with the obvious depression in Youji's behaviour. He could just keep God-Damned keep pretending until God-Damned Youji decided to slip out of this overly-ridiculous state of idiocy, and told them what the fuck was wrong.
And so Omi smiled. And he kept smiling until Youji had left the room.
The hallways were dark, No light to aid his sight, So the Play-Boy was stuck, stumbling through the darkness, feeling around for the door to his room.
Feeling like a blind-man, Youji was experiencing brief flashbacks from when he actually could not see.
All of this ended when the cold smooth sphere entered the palm of his hand, wrist twisting it until the heavy, oak door squeaked open.
As a reflex Youji flicked on the light switch, only to experience a brief blue-purple flash.
"Fuck..."
The light had burnt out. Of course, on a day like today, the man wouldn;t be suprised if the calendar didnt say Friday the 13th.
He wasn't supersticious anyways, so who gives a shit.
With one shred of hope left, Youji blindly stumbled towards the bedside table, only guided by the flashing digits of his alarm clock. The seemingly-blind man must have stepped on a rat or something, because it made a shrill noise as he slipped forward, bashing his skull on some hard surface, making a dull crunching noise as he fell flat on his face.
When he came to, The world was a dim-water color... As if somebody ran a clear wash through it a couple of times.
For a moment, all that he heard was muffled voices. One sounded quite familiar, But in this state,Youji couldn't quite pin-point it.
"Asuka..."
He groaned, sitting up quickly, regretting that as his head spun.
"Where the fuck am I...?"
The room surrounding him was...very....blank.
There he was, tucked in a bed, with white sheets, white blankets, white walls, hell, he was even wearing white clothes! Youji heard the voice again, instantly his hearing cleared up.
"Asuka?" He repeated quietly, forest-green eyes setting upon the young teen known as 'Bombay'.
"Not quite!" The child chuckled quietly, narrowly dodging a pillow that was thrown his way.
"Where am I...?" Youji felt a sharp pain in his head where he had conked it in his room. One of his strong hands moved up to feel it, only to realize that he was bandaged up.
"What the...?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as two delicate female hands pushed him just at his shoulders until he was lying on his back, then tucked him in tightly, but carefully, Kind of like a mother to her child. Now he could see her.
She was quite an attractive nurse, a few years older than Youji, but nonetheless pretty. She had soft brown eyes and a round face, quite a fair complexion. One of the many girls Youji would have a One Night Stand (tm) with.
He put on his trademark smile to charm her, though from Omi's view he looked kind of pathetic, and tired.
The young boy watched the other's quietly, Blue eyes scanned the perimeter of the room, seeming calm on the outside, while on the inside, Omi wanted to smack the nurse upside the head, tell her how Youji's a fake, then push her out the door, and ask what the hell was wrong with this maniac.
But of course, the teen was too late, The nurse had left, and he was alone in the hospital room with Youji.
"I think she likes me." The older male replied stupidly, only his head, upperchast and arms seen, the rest hidden under the blankets.
"Why did you do it?" Was the response. "Do what...?" Another stupid question. Omi didn't want to seem nosey, but he had to know.
"Hurt yourself." Blue eyes couldn't stand staring into those forest-green ones, as Omi felt ready to kill Youji right then and there.
To Be Continued.
A/N: That was....very weird. Second Chapter will be up soon enough :3 how you like-ish? r/r
By: Bl00deh Switch
Disclaimer: I don't own the people of Weiss Kreuz. Though I could Go for an Extra dose of Youji. xD...!! Anyways, On with the story.
A/N: Actually, On with the Authoress's Note! A little bit of Youji dwelling on his beloved Asuka....A little bit of bad luck... a little bit of Omi muses (NOT Yaoi) ;-; expect depression, slight ooc/under the youji exterior. so here it is!/my first WK fic/
Two forest green eyes were trained lightly on the tightly packed clouds which seemed to dot the skyline. The blonde mused for a moment, took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the sweet morning air, and sat upright. Youji's left hand gently caressed his stomach as it quietly called out to him, telling the play-boy that he should eat sometime this year.
The man considered this, grunting shortly as he stood up. For a moment, Youji thought he had stood up a bit to quickly, as the world around him seemed to brighten up, Dying grass seemingly lush and green, clouds puffed out to a considerable size, and the air so fresh, so sweet... Not the usual polluted air he was used to.
If he were a puppy, his ears would have perked up at the attractive female voice he heard. Quickly but suspiciously, Youji's forest green eyes flicked about, searching for the source of the voice.
It seemed so...familiar.
"Asuka,...?" His strong, deep voice seemed a bit questioning, as he said the one name he would never forget.
The shapeless being began to laugh at him, but playfully.
And for a moment, Youji felt at peace as he watched the Trees dance in the warm spring breeze.
***
"Hey Youji, what took you so long...?" The sweet, childish voice of Omi Tsukiyono was heard only to Youji alone, and that was intended, as the brunnette boy ushered Youji into the flower shop.
"Whats it to you...?" The older male questioned boredly, obviously not interested in what Aya expected of him, or whatever the reason Omi had for questioning him.
"...." The younger male didn't reply for a long moment, his big blue eyes(tm) focused on Youji's depressed Green ones.
"Nothing. Just... Hurry up and get dressed. We're waiting."
The young boy pretended nothing was wrong with wandering outside at five in the morning in your pajamas until lunch time.
Pretended nothing was wrong with the obvious depression in Youji's behaviour. He could just keep God-Damned keep pretending until God-Damned Youji decided to slip out of this overly-ridiculous state of idiocy, and told them what the fuck was wrong.
And so Omi smiled. And he kept smiling until Youji had left the room.
The hallways were dark, No light to aid his sight, So the Play-Boy was stuck, stumbling through the darkness, feeling around for the door to his room.
Feeling like a blind-man, Youji was experiencing brief flashbacks from when he actually could not see.
All of this ended when the cold smooth sphere entered the palm of his hand, wrist twisting it until the heavy, oak door squeaked open.
As a reflex Youji flicked on the light switch, only to experience a brief blue-purple flash.
"Fuck..."
The light had burnt out. Of course, on a day like today, the man wouldn;t be suprised if the calendar didnt say Friday the 13th.
He wasn't supersticious anyways, so who gives a shit.
With one shred of hope left, Youji blindly stumbled towards the bedside table, only guided by the flashing digits of his alarm clock. The seemingly-blind man must have stepped on a rat or something, because it made a shrill noise as he slipped forward, bashing his skull on some hard surface, making a dull crunching noise as he fell flat on his face.
When he came to, The world was a dim-water color... As if somebody ran a clear wash through it a couple of times.
For a moment, all that he heard was muffled voices. One sounded quite familiar, But in this state,Youji couldn't quite pin-point it.
"Asuka..."
He groaned, sitting up quickly, regretting that as his head spun.
"Where the fuck am I...?"
The room surrounding him was...very....blank.
There he was, tucked in a bed, with white sheets, white blankets, white walls, hell, he was even wearing white clothes! Youji heard the voice again, instantly his hearing cleared up.
"Asuka?" He repeated quietly, forest-green eyes setting upon the young teen known as 'Bombay'.
"Not quite!" The child chuckled quietly, narrowly dodging a pillow that was thrown his way.
"Where am I...?" Youji felt a sharp pain in his head where he had conked it in his room. One of his strong hands moved up to feel it, only to realize that he was bandaged up.
"What the...?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as two delicate female hands pushed him just at his shoulders until he was lying on his back, then tucked him in tightly, but carefully, Kind of like a mother to her child. Now he could see her.
She was quite an attractive nurse, a few years older than Youji, but nonetheless pretty. She had soft brown eyes and a round face, quite a fair complexion. One of the many girls Youji would have a One Night Stand (tm) with.
He put on his trademark smile to charm her, though from Omi's view he looked kind of pathetic, and tired.
The young boy watched the other's quietly, Blue eyes scanned the perimeter of the room, seeming calm on the outside, while on the inside, Omi wanted to smack the nurse upside the head, tell her how Youji's a fake, then push her out the door, and ask what the hell was wrong with this maniac.
But of course, the teen was too late, The nurse had left, and he was alone in the hospital room with Youji.
"I think she likes me." The older male replied stupidly, only his head, upperchast and arms seen, the rest hidden under the blankets.
"Why did you do it?" Was the response. "Do what...?" Another stupid question. Omi didn't want to seem nosey, but he had to know.
"Hurt yourself." Blue eyes couldn't stand staring into those forest-green ones, as Omi felt ready to kill Youji right then and there.
To Be Continued.
A/N: That was....very weird. Second Chapter will be up soon enough :3 how you like-ish? r/r