K-chan-- Hmm, a short one shot. A quick Weiß story, staring Ken. Yes,
there is Japanese, and spoilers from one of the Drama CDS and Ken's episode
Four (or maybe Five). Japanese is translated at the bottom.
Seiji-- For once, a serious fiction. Amazing.
He turned over in bed, dreams forming in to nightmares that plagued him every night.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
The smell of cookies. She always made him cookies, chocolate and sugar, always delicious and waiting for him. Three'o'clock every Monday, homemade cookies waiting for him. She taught him how to make them, too, and he made them on Thursday, every Thursday because by then he would already be out of them. She would congratulate him for making the best cookies ever and he would be pleased. Then she faded, faded.
Thinking of a Mother's death, he pulled the covers tighter.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Always arms around his shoulder. Never did they really stop touching, first as boyish friends then as sexual lovers. Always were there hands on his shoulders and his chest so often that they would end up curled on the grass wrestling instead of practicing. Hands were always there; after a game was won he would be grabbed and held and cheered at. But that was too long ago, too long before the fire.
Remembering his close friend, he buried his head under the pillow.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Then the smiles. She almost always smiled at him, him and all the others. He had been so angry then, so angry because of his mother's death, but she had held him and helped him and reassured him. And secretly she had taught him too, working up his speed and his skill. She became his new mother always trying to help, always trying to take care. But then he had found out her secret, and had been her death.
Pondering the way she had deceived him, he shuttered in to the sheets.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
And then the other boy, with the big eyes and the dark hair. His only friend while at the church, never liked to be touched but always liked to listen. Didn't talk much or show much expression but always seemed to like to be around him. Was good at being a goalie and soccer as well- was kinda weak for running the field, but the ball seemed to be guided to his hands sometimes. In his dream, he knew there was a reason, but right now, he couldn't remember it.
Thinking about the telekinetic, he rolled around violently.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Ken, remember that I love you…
See you in hell… Ken.
Ken... but… why?
Yurusenai... Uragitta na, Ken.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Yes. I remember.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru? -- Uh... Do you remember back then?
Yurusenai... Uragitta na, Ken. --I won't forgive you... You betrayed me, Ken
Seiji-- For once, a serious fiction. Amazing.
He turned over in bed, dreams forming in to nightmares that plagued him every night.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
The smell of cookies. She always made him cookies, chocolate and sugar, always delicious and waiting for him. Three'o'clock every Monday, homemade cookies waiting for him. She taught him how to make them, too, and he made them on Thursday, every Thursday because by then he would already be out of them. She would congratulate him for making the best cookies ever and he would be pleased. Then she faded, faded.
Thinking of a Mother's death, he pulled the covers tighter.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Always arms around his shoulder. Never did they really stop touching, first as boyish friends then as sexual lovers. Always were there hands on his shoulders and his chest so often that they would end up curled on the grass wrestling instead of practicing. Hands were always there; after a game was won he would be grabbed and held and cheered at. But that was too long ago, too long before the fire.
Remembering his close friend, he buried his head under the pillow.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Then the smiles. She almost always smiled at him, him and all the others. He had been so angry then, so angry because of his mother's death, but she had held him and helped him and reassured him. And secretly she had taught him too, working up his speed and his skill. She became his new mother always trying to help, always trying to take care. But then he had found out her secret, and had been her death.
Pondering the way she had deceived him, he shuttered in to the sheets.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
And then the other boy, with the big eyes and the dark hair. His only friend while at the church, never liked to be touched but always liked to listen. Didn't talk much or show much expression but always seemed to like to be around him. Was good at being a goalie and soccer as well- was kinda weak for running the field, but the ball seemed to be guided to his hands sometimes. In his dream, he knew there was a reason, but right now, he couldn't remember it.
Thinking about the telekinetic, he rolled around violently.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Ken, remember that I love you…
See you in hell… Ken.
Ken... but… why?
Yurusenai... Uragitta na, Ken.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru?
Yes. I remember.
Nee, ano koro no koto omoeteru? -- Uh... Do you remember back then?
Yurusenai... Uragitta na, Ken. --I won't forgive you... You betrayed me, Ken