Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz.
Warnings: Homosexuality, incest and noncon.
Pairings: RanxAya, ?xRan
Title: Perfect
Authoress: Rinny
Chapter 1: Falling
Moonlight was the only source of illumination upon the still figure in the bed. Amethyst eyes saw only black and white here. It was the third night, and he had yet to feel the impending guilt for his recent deeds. Treading quietly into the room, the man closed the heavy hospital door behind him. He took in the sight before him: a girl, covered to the neck by thick blankets, ever-present purple (though appearing black) braids laid on either side of her head upon the pillow, clear blue eyes still closed, peaceful expression on her face. Allowing a rare- though mirthless - smile to appear on his face, Ran Fujimiya shrugged off his heavy winter coat, allowing it to drop to the floor.
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It had been dark that night.
I say that as if it was a change from the norm. My nights consist of dark and my days consist of dark. The light of the sun never blinds me because my sight has been eternally dimmed, ever since my star went away…
She just sleeps. Silent and still… she won't move. I cry out to her, but she won't answer. It's been over two years now. I willingly sold my soul to the darkness in exchange for her beating heart, for her lungs to accept the air given them.
Sometimes I thought that would be enough. Just to see her chest rise, to know that one-day she may wake up and smile again.
That didn't last long.
My little sister had always been my light. We spent nearly every waking moment together, never tiring of each other's company. We were innocents. Until that day when she was destroyed and taken away from my world…
After that I yearned for nothing more than her touch, her small hand pulling my head to her breast as I cried. She had always been such a wonderful source of comfort, one that I always hoped I could one day be.
When her sixteenth birthday came along, I put my heart and soul into making it the best day she would ever have. I wanted to repay her for being such a wonderful sister, and a wonderful friend.
But I failed.
Now, there are no more hugs, no more smiles, no more twinkling eyes as she hands a flower to someone who looks sad. She paid the price for being the perfect human being. I know that no one is supposed to be perfect, but… she was.
I came to wait by her side every day. I held her hand between both of mine; I fluffed her pillow and tucked the blanket into her sides. I would comb and re-braid her hair, check to make sure she was still holding her earring, and replace the day-old flowers with freshly bloomed freesia, carnations, irises, or yellow roses. I opened the window if the room was too hot and closed it if it was too cool. I spoke to her about my day, always about the happy parts and never the sad. You mustn't know what I have done in your name, Aya. It would soil it.
I always tried to hold on to hope, the hope that one day your eyes would open and sparkle again… I was cold… cold to everyone but you. When I came to you I would take off my mask and be myself. I tried to keep Ran alive for you.
I failed.
I finally became frustrated. I came to you that day and yelled – no – SCREAMED at you. Screamed at you to wake up. I shook your shoulders; I cried and let my tears drop upon your sealed eyes.
That was when I decided that the sunlight would not allow me entrance.
The next morning I entered, but did not adjust your pillow, open the window, or talk to you. I just replaced your flowers. I left Morning Glories for you.
Night soon came, but I did not notice. The only change was the shifting from deep color to black and white—only black and white. I entered your room again and stepped silently to your side. I took in your black and white features, your deep black lashes grazing delicately across your smooth white cheeks. Reaching over and bracing my weight on the opposite side of the bed, I leaned down as if to whisper in your ear…
But you'll never know what I really did.
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Slipping off the last of his shirt, Ran came to stand by his little sister's bed. Her face was still perfect and serene, still just as black and white as the last time he'd seen it. Leaning over her, he crawled upon the bed.
A perfect human being…
End Chapter 1.