Experienced Weiss Kreuz fans and authors:
Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
This story is an extremely *sappy*, *angsty*, and undoubtedly *horribly* out-of-character pairing between Brad, my favorite clairvoyant, and Ken, a fellow soccer-player. And I mean SAP, SAP, *SAP*, okay?
I understand that this is one of those "rare" pairings, but, well... I kinda like it!
If you actually *like* this, I ask that you *please* reply, because otherwise, I will remove this teaser, stuff the story into my "reject" pile, and hide my head under my bed in complete and utter *shame* until Fall.
If you don't like it, tell me that, too, and I'll remove it even quicker! ^_^
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. Brad+Ken, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Lavender"
-Teaser-
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It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I'd never thought... Well, everybody says, "I never thought it would happen," but this was beyond the scope of my imagination. I could never have imagined Heaven.
I've never doubted my sexuality. Everyone knew. Mom, Pop, Kase, Yuriko, the whole team... they all knew. That's why nobody thought it was weird when I whistled at that dark-haired man who passed by the field that day.
We were practicing relays. Up the field with the ball, around a cone, back down the field, pass it on. I shouldn't have been watching the people going by, but sometimes it's fun to just people-watch, as Mom called it. Ladies walking by with strollers, girls chattering and giggling as they walked along, and the occasional businessman out for a slow stroll during their coffee break.
That's what I thought he was. A businessman. I was right, in a way. He was handsome, with brown-black hair and wire-rimmed glasses. It was a good day. I was feeling great about myself, about my life, about soccer... so I wolf-whistled. He was startled, and he looked towards the field. Towards me. We weren't so far apart that he couldn't see me grin and wink at him, and I could clearly see the surprise on his face. But that was all I saw--Kase had brought the ball back, and it was my turn to run the ball down the field.
When I got back, the man was gone. I didn't really even notice; you see someone, you whistle, you walk away, life goes on. It's not like they're expected to stay and talk to you. I didn't think about it at all until the next day, when he was back.
"Psst...Ken," Kase whispered as we sat on the grass, adjusting our shin-guards, "Remember that guy you whistled at, yesterday?"
I blinked, and then I remembered. "Yeah. Kinda. Why?"
Kase tilted his head, indicating the benches behind me. "He's back."
I tilted my head and spread my arms as if I was stretching, but it was just so that I could look behind me. Kase was right. It was the same guy! I looked forward again. "I wonder why he's back?"
"Maybe he likes you, Kenken," Kase teased, and I blushed.
"Very funny," I grumbled, standing up. "C'mon."
It was like that for the next few weeks. Every time we had practice, the guy would arrive in time to watch us warm up, and then he'd stick around for about a half hour into the actual practice, before packing up and leaving. It looked like he carried a coffee mug and a laptop, but I wasn't quite sure, and I was too busy with soccer to stop and take a closer look. He was always gone by the time practice ended, so I couldn't talk with him at all.
"Why d'you want to talk with him, anyhow?" Kase asked. "He looks too... businessman-ish, for you."
I shrugged. "Ah, what would you know? He's hot."
Kase snorted. "I can see it now: Joe Somebody, the self-made multi-millionaire, falls for Hidaka Ken, the bumbling soccer player. True love ensues. They move to Australia and start a business manufacturing soccer balls and the 'new-and-improved' shin guards. *Riiiight*. He's too old for you, Ken."
"What d'you mean?" I asked. "He can't be *that* old!"
Kase rolled his eyes. "Ken, you're sixteen. He's got to be at least twenty... maybe twenty-two or more!"
"That's not that old... besides, it's not like anything's gonna happen. Stop grousing. Let's play soccer."
Nothing's gonna happen. That's what I said! Kase was a witness. I'm such a liar.
It was October, and starting to get cold out. I had jogged to our Wednesday evening practice instead of walking. The sky clouded over halfway through the practice, and we agreed to cut it short. I did not look forward to jogging home again in the half-dark, but I braced myself and started off.
I knew somebody hated me when it started raining. Cold, miserable rain, and me in my soccer shorts. It served me right, for not washing my sweat pants, but what're you gonna do? I was cursing the necessity of rain when he pulled up along the road next to me and rolled down his window.
"Need a ride home?" he asked. He wasn't smiling, and that surprised me. You'd think, if someone was offering you a ride home--especially a strange someone--that they'd smile. Right? Ah, I didn't care. I still thought he was handsome.
I gave him a lopsided grin. "I'd like to... but I probably shouldn't. It's not so far..." Only a forty-minute walk, that's all. Not far at all.
There was someone else in the passenger seat. They leaned forward, and I could see a cheerful face surrounded by orange hair. "Hop in, kid," the other man said. "No one should be out in this weather."
I bit my lip. They were being nice, and I didn't see any reason why not... after all, Hidaka Ken knew how to take care of himself. Hidaka Ken was also smart, and knew better than to tell Mom and Pop that he'd hitched a ride with a pair of strangers. "Okay!"
The red-haired man grinned. "Over on this side," he said. I jogged around the car, and opened the door to the back seat. Nobody jumped out at me. Not that I was expecting it, but better safe than sorry, right?
I climbed in quickly, and shut the door. I reached for the seat-belt. "I'm Ken," I said, fighting to get buckled as the car started to move. "Thanks for offering me a ride."
The businessman nodded, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror. The red-head, however, practically turned around in his seat to get a look at me. He looked into my eyes, and I got a creepy sort of feeling down my spine. It was the feeling you get when you *know* there's somebody in the room, but there's no answer. I chalked it up to being stared at by those blue-green eyes--I'd never seen eyes quite that shade, before.
I gulped. I like to talk with people, and sure, I didn't know either of these men, but the minutes of silence seemed awkward. "...Why do you keep coming to watch our soccer practices?" I asked, finally.
"It is an interesting game," the businessman replied. Just then, I realized that he had an accent, a heavy, American accent. I thought it was downright sexy.
The red-head laughed suddenly. I gulped, wide-eyed. Was it something I said? Something the businessman said? Why had he laughed?
"It is an interesting game," the red-head repeated. "So he watches you practice and never attends the games." I noticed a slight accent in this man's voice, too, but it was barely noticeable, and I could not place its origins. The man laughed again. He offered me his hand. "You can call me Shu."
"Shu," I repeated, shaking his hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"Ah. And you can call him Brad," Shu said, indicating the businessman. "He's been coming to the practices to watch you, you know."
I felt myself blush. "To watch me?"
Brad's expression turned from blank to somewhat dark. "Shuldich..." he said, in a threatening tone.
Shu shrugged, and turned back around in his seat. He put his hands behind his head. "Ah, don't deny it, Brad! Tell him!"
Brad looked like he wanted to hurt something very badly, and quite frankly, his expression scared me. After a few moments, he calmed down. Haltingly, he spoke. "Yes. What he said... is true. I come to watch you."
My eyes must have gotten as wide as soccer balls. Well, tennis balls, anyhow. "Y-you're kidding... right?" Nobody comes to watch Hidaka Ken... nobody! A face like this is *not* bishonen material.
Shu's shoulder's were shaking, and it took me a moment to realize that he was trying to suppress laughter, and not doing a good job of it. But what was so funny? Sure, I was a little naive... maybe just a bit *too* naive.
"No," Brad said. "I'm not."
"Uh..." Oh, eloquence. That's the word, right? That's what you use when somebody says something and you pop up with a bright, witty reply that sounds well thought-out and makes everyone around you laugh. Right? Well, where is it, when you need it?
"Here we go," Shu said, still chuckling. "This is your house, right?" I looked out the window. Sure enough, we were in front of my house.
"Y-yeah." I unbuckled, and opened the door. "Thanks," I said, stepping out. "Um... I guess... I'll see you at practice, then?" Brad nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. He looked back at the road, and the lights from the street-lamps caught his eyes, turning them a magnificent shade of gold... Woah, Ken, slow down...
Shu laughed again. "Goodbye!" he said, and I shut the door. Shu waved, once, and they drove away. As I walked up to the house, my head was full of Brad, and Shu, and soccer practice, and I never gave a thought to the fact that Brad had not asked me where I lived.
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Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
This story is an extremely *sappy*, *angsty*, and undoubtedly *horribly* out-of-character pairing between Brad, my favorite clairvoyant, and Ken, a fellow soccer-player. And I mean SAP, SAP, *SAP*, okay?
I understand that this is one of those "rare" pairings, but, well... I kinda like it!
If you actually *like* this, I ask that you *please* reply, because otherwise, I will remove this teaser, stuff the story into my "reject" pile, and hide my head under my bed in complete and utter *shame* until Fall.
If you don't like it, tell me that, too, and I'll remove it even quicker! ^_^
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. Brad+Ken, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Lavender"
-Teaser-
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It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I'd never thought... Well, everybody says, "I never thought it would happen," but this was beyond the scope of my imagination. I could never have imagined Heaven.
I've never doubted my sexuality. Everyone knew. Mom, Pop, Kase, Yuriko, the whole team... they all knew. That's why nobody thought it was weird when I whistled at that dark-haired man who passed by the field that day.
We were practicing relays. Up the field with the ball, around a cone, back down the field, pass it on. I shouldn't have been watching the people going by, but sometimes it's fun to just people-watch, as Mom called it. Ladies walking by with strollers, girls chattering and giggling as they walked along, and the occasional businessman out for a slow stroll during their coffee break.
That's what I thought he was. A businessman. I was right, in a way. He was handsome, with brown-black hair and wire-rimmed glasses. It was a good day. I was feeling great about myself, about my life, about soccer... so I wolf-whistled. He was startled, and he looked towards the field. Towards me. We weren't so far apart that he couldn't see me grin and wink at him, and I could clearly see the surprise on his face. But that was all I saw--Kase had brought the ball back, and it was my turn to run the ball down the field.
When I got back, the man was gone. I didn't really even notice; you see someone, you whistle, you walk away, life goes on. It's not like they're expected to stay and talk to you. I didn't think about it at all until the next day, when he was back.
"Psst...Ken," Kase whispered as we sat on the grass, adjusting our shin-guards, "Remember that guy you whistled at, yesterday?"
I blinked, and then I remembered. "Yeah. Kinda. Why?"
Kase tilted his head, indicating the benches behind me. "He's back."
I tilted my head and spread my arms as if I was stretching, but it was just so that I could look behind me. Kase was right. It was the same guy! I looked forward again. "I wonder why he's back?"
"Maybe he likes you, Kenken," Kase teased, and I blushed.
"Very funny," I grumbled, standing up. "C'mon."
It was like that for the next few weeks. Every time we had practice, the guy would arrive in time to watch us warm up, and then he'd stick around for about a half hour into the actual practice, before packing up and leaving. It looked like he carried a coffee mug and a laptop, but I wasn't quite sure, and I was too busy with soccer to stop and take a closer look. He was always gone by the time practice ended, so I couldn't talk with him at all.
"Why d'you want to talk with him, anyhow?" Kase asked. "He looks too... businessman-ish, for you."
I shrugged. "Ah, what would you know? He's hot."
Kase snorted. "I can see it now: Joe Somebody, the self-made multi-millionaire, falls for Hidaka Ken, the bumbling soccer player. True love ensues. They move to Australia and start a business manufacturing soccer balls and the 'new-and-improved' shin guards. *Riiiight*. He's too old for you, Ken."
"What d'you mean?" I asked. "He can't be *that* old!"
Kase rolled his eyes. "Ken, you're sixteen. He's got to be at least twenty... maybe twenty-two or more!"
"That's not that old... besides, it's not like anything's gonna happen. Stop grousing. Let's play soccer."
Nothing's gonna happen. That's what I said! Kase was a witness. I'm such a liar.
It was October, and starting to get cold out. I had jogged to our Wednesday evening practice instead of walking. The sky clouded over halfway through the practice, and we agreed to cut it short. I did not look forward to jogging home again in the half-dark, but I braced myself and started off.
I knew somebody hated me when it started raining. Cold, miserable rain, and me in my soccer shorts. It served me right, for not washing my sweat pants, but what're you gonna do? I was cursing the necessity of rain when he pulled up along the road next to me and rolled down his window.
"Need a ride home?" he asked. He wasn't smiling, and that surprised me. You'd think, if someone was offering you a ride home--especially a strange someone--that they'd smile. Right? Ah, I didn't care. I still thought he was handsome.
I gave him a lopsided grin. "I'd like to... but I probably shouldn't. It's not so far..." Only a forty-minute walk, that's all. Not far at all.
There was someone else in the passenger seat. They leaned forward, and I could see a cheerful face surrounded by orange hair. "Hop in, kid," the other man said. "No one should be out in this weather."
I bit my lip. They were being nice, and I didn't see any reason why not... after all, Hidaka Ken knew how to take care of himself. Hidaka Ken was also smart, and knew better than to tell Mom and Pop that he'd hitched a ride with a pair of strangers. "Okay!"
The red-haired man grinned. "Over on this side," he said. I jogged around the car, and opened the door to the back seat. Nobody jumped out at me. Not that I was expecting it, but better safe than sorry, right?
I climbed in quickly, and shut the door. I reached for the seat-belt. "I'm Ken," I said, fighting to get buckled as the car started to move. "Thanks for offering me a ride."
The businessman nodded, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror. The red-head, however, practically turned around in his seat to get a look at me. He looked into my eyes, and I got a creepy sort of feeling down my spine. It was the feeling you get when you *know* there's somebody in the room, but there's no answer. I chalked it up to being stared at by those blue-green eyes--I'd never seen eyes quite that shade, before.
I gulped. I like to talk with people, and sure, I didn't know either of these men, but the minutes of silence seemed awkward. "...Why do you keep coming to watch our soccer practices?" I asked, finally.
"It is an interesting game," the businessman replied. Just then, I realized that he had an accent, a heavy, American accent. I thought it was downright sexy.
The red-head laughed suddenly. I gulped, wide-eyed. Was it something I said? Something the businessman said? Why had he laughed?
"It is an interesting game," the red-head repeated. "So he watches you practice and never attends the games." I noticed a slight accent in this man's voice, too, but it was barely noticeable, and I could not place its origins. The man laughed again. He offered me his hand. "You can call me Shu."
"Shu," I repeated, shaking his hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"Ah. And you can call him Brad," Shu said, indicating the businessman. "He's been coming to the practices to watch you, you know."
I felt myself blush. "To watch me?"
Brad's expression turned from blank to somewhat dark. "Shuldich..." he said, in a threatening tone.
Shu shrugged, and turned back around in his seat. He put his hands behind his head. "Ah, don't deny it, Brad! Tell him!"
Brad looked like he wanted to hurt something very badly, and quite frankly, his expression scared me. After a few moments, he calmed down. Haltingly, he spoke. "Yes. What he said... is true. I come to watch you."
My eyes must have gotten as wide as soccer balls. Well, tennis balls, anyhow. "Y-you're kidding... right?" Nobody comes to watch Hidaka Ken... nobody! A face like this is *not* bishonen material.
Shu's shoulder's were shaking, and it took me a moment to realize that he was trying to suppress laughter, and not doing a good job of it. But what was so funny? Sure, I was a little naive... maybe just a bit *too* naive.
"No," Brad said. "I'm not."
"Uh..." Oh, eloquence. That's the word, right? That's what you use when somebody says something and you pop up with a bright, witty reply that sounds well thought-out and makes everyone around you laugh. Right? Well, where is it, when you need it?
"Here we go," Shu said, still chuckling. "This is your house, right?" I looked out the window. Sure enough, we were in front of my house.
"Y-yeah." I unbuckled, and opened the door. "Thanks," I said, stepping out. "Um... I guess... I'll see you at practice, then?" Brad nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. He looked back at the road, and the lights from the street-lamps caught his eyes, turning them a magnificent shade of gold... Woah, Ken, slow down...
Shu laughed again. "Goodbye!" he said, and I shut the door. Shu waved, once, and they drove away. As I walked up to the house, my head was full of Brad, and Shu, and soccer practice, and I never gave a thought to the fact that Brad had not asked me where I lived.
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