Disclaimer:

I don't own Weiss, just borrowing them for my own amusement. The story and the poem however, is mine. I suppose this could be read as a prequel to A Christmas Wish or just as a standalone. Ara, did I just gave away the pairing?

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Like A Butterfly

I had always liked the night. For some reason things always seemed much more interesting than during any other hour of the day. The way colors seemed to blur and everything just seems to be another dark shade. The black veil would also morph ones perspectives and opinions. Things which we never would have thought about in the daylight, suddenly occur in our mind.

But that was not the reason why I was standing outside in the middle of the night, with a half burned cigarette and a piece of paper. I could hear the toss and turning coming from Omi's room and the loud snoring from Ken's. Silence emanated from Aya's room. But I knew that he would be there. Sleeping soundlessly.

Nightmares about Asuka used to keep me awake. Now it was a dream featuring our redhaired leader.

I shook my head, trying to lose any lingering of the dream I just had. The same one for the past weeks.

Some slow and almost recognizable melody would play softly in the background.

I would reach my hand to him.

He would just look at me with those distant amethyst eyes.

Standing still and emotionless like a statue.

And I would walk closer and closer to him, whispering his name.

Wanting to hold him in my arms.

Longing to tell him that I would protect him against the world.

But just when I'm finally there, he would disappear.

And in his place there's a butterfly.

When I awoke, I would always feel happy and sad at the same time. Happy for seeing him in my dreams and sad for losing him even in a dream.

I inhaled deeply, collecting courage for what I was about to do. My fingers hesitated as they slipped the paper under the door with my mind wondering briefly if it would mean anything, change anything. I shrugged. Things couldn't be worse than they already were. If that piece of paper would make things better…At least, there was no harm in trying. With that thought in mind I walked away.

For any curious observer, the following was written on the paper.

Like a butterfly

Do you think I'm blind?

That I can't see the hurt and pain in your eyes.

Do you think I'm deaf?

That I can't hear your muffled sobs at night.

Why wouldn't you let me help you?

Why wouldn't you let me touch you?

I've tried so many times to be near.

Each time you've rejected me.

What is it that I do wrong?

What is it that I need to do?

Tell me and I will do it.

Ask me and I will give it to you.

But please show some mercy for my gentle heart,

When you're distant, beautiful and unreachable,

Waiting to fly away.

Escaping any touch of emotion.

Would it be so bad if I asked you to stay?

Would it be so bad, my butterfly?