A/N- This story takes place after the series. I don't know what all the pairings will be, but there's a definite AyaxKen and a possible OmixYohji or maybe OmixNagi. I don't know. But since this takes place after the series, Schwartz is no longer the enemy, so I can do whatever pairing I want.
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah. I don't own the Weiss or Scwartz boys. As much as I wish I did, I don't, so don't sue me. I merely use the characters for my own entertainment.
Unsure Feelings
by: RurouniGirl
Ken sat starring out the window. 'He really should try to get some sleep, but he couldn't.' He whirled around and punched his fist through the wall. 'How could he have let this happen? How? He should have been able to stop it, but he couldn't. HOW COULD HE LET THIS HAPPEN?' A tear slid down his cheek. He wiped at it angrily.
There was a soft knock at his door. "Go away," he said. The door opened slowly. "I said go away." He turned around angrily. Aya stood in the doorway.
"You can't torture yourself over this."
Ken turned away. "Go away. I don't want to talk about it."
He heard the door close. Another tear ran down his cheek. This time he didn't stop them. He let them flow down his cheeks. He was startled when he felt an arm slip around his shoulder. He turned his face away, trying to hide his tears from Aya.
"You have to stop blaming yourself," Aya said quietly.
Ken stood there quietly. "I should have been able to stop it. I never should have let it happen."
"It wasn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for what happened to Omi."
"But I should have been able to do something."
Aya sighed. "It wasn't your fault. We'll look for Omi in the morning. For now, you should get some sleep. You won't be able to find Omi if you're too tired."
Ken nodded. 'Aya was right. He had to get some rest.' He lay down on the bed and starred up at the ceiling.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ken and Omi were surrounded by a dozen or so men. This was an unexpected development. Ken and Omi were back to back, waiting for any of the men to make a move. A man lunged at Ken. He dodged and sent his fist flying into the guys jaw. He fell to the ground.
'One down, eleven to go.'
Suddenly all of the men moved in. The two assassins sprang into action. There were only three men remaining. One of them lunged at Ken; the other two lunged at Omi. Omi screamed in pain as one of the men pulled out a knife, slicing his side.
"Omi!" Ken tried to get to him, but the man he was fighting came at him relentlessly. The two men carried Omi off. Ken slashed at the man, the claws he wore tore open his throat. He ran after the other men, but it was too late. He had no clue where they had gone.
"Omiiiiii!"
Ken sat up. His breath came in ragged gasps. It was a dream. Just a dream. He starred out the window and a sigh escaped his lips.
"I have to find Omi. I have to."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Aya sat in the kitchen. He was just as worried about Omi as everyone else. 'God, why did this have to happen? Why to Omi? Why to Ken? Why to him? Why to anyone?'
He leaned back in his chair. He felt helpless. In this situation he wasn't much help. He hadn't even been able to comfort Ken.
He looked up as someone entered the room. It was Yohji. He sat in the chair across from Aya.
"You should get some sleep," he said.
Aya sighed. "I can't sleep."
Yohji raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Why not?"
Aya gave him a hard look. "Omi's been captured, he's injured, and God knows what else, and you expect me to sleep."
Yohji drew back. "Sorry. I guess we're all a little edgy since Omi was captured."
Aya sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that. I'm just a little worried, that's all."
"Yeah, we're all worried."
Aya stood up and turned to leave. He could see how upset Yohji was. They were all upset. Omi was the heart of the group. He was everyone's little brother. He placed his hand comfortingly on Yohji's shoulder.
"Don't worry. Omi will be fine," he said, hoping it would calm Yohji down a little.
Yohji sighed, then turned toward Aya and smiled. "Thanks, Aya."
Aya nodded, then turned and left the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Aya lay on his bed. 'Why did this have to happen?' He felt so helpless. He hadn't even been able to comfort the one he loved when he needed it.
He rolled out of bed and went out onto the balcony. He sighed and for the first time since he could remember, he allowed a tear to slip down his cheek. He slumped down against the wall, a sigh escaping his lips. He couldn't take it anymore. Tears streamed down his face. His shoulders shook with each sob. He shivered slightly, but didn't move.
"Aya?"
He looked up to see Ken staring down at him worriedly. He hurriedly wiped away the tears with his sleeve. Ken slid down next to him and placed an arm around his shoulder.
"It's alright. Cry. Let it all out. You'll feel better if you do."
Aya heard the softness in Ken's voice and wondered about it. 'Did Ken care for him the way he cared for Ken? No. That would be impossible. He was always so distant and cold. He doubted that anyone could ever care for him.'
Ken saw the unshed tears in Aya's eyes. It was a little unnerving. He had never seen the boy cry before. Finally Aya gave in and let the tears fall. Ken sat there with his arm around Aya's shoulder, hoping he was doing something to help the other boy. He knew that Aya only acted cold and distant because he didn't want to get close to anyone. He knew that all Aya needed was someone who understood him. Understood the way he felt and why he acted the way he did. He whispered what he hoped were comforting words.
"It's alright. It's going to be just fine. We'll find Omi and he'll be fine."
Finally, Aya stopped crying. He sat there for a few moments before speaking.
"Ken, why are you being so nice to me when all I've been to any of you is distant and cold?"
Ken smiled. "Because, I care about you."
Aya was shocked.
"Aya, I know that you act distant and cold because you don't want to get close to anyone," Ken continued. "If you get close to anyway, you're afraid that they'll end up getting hurt or you'll end up getting hurt. But I know that deep down inside all you want is someone who understands the way you feel. Well, Aya. I understand how you feel and I care."
Aya couldn't believe it. Ken actually cared. Someone actually cared about him. Slowly, a small smile appeared on his face.
"Thanks, Ken."
"Any time. And if you ever need to talk, I'm here."
Author's Notes: Okay, what did you think? Bad? Good? Please review and let me know. RurouniGirl
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah. I don't own the Weiss or Scwartz boys. As much as I wish I did, I don't, so don't sue me. I merely use the characters for my own entertainment.
Unsure Feelings
by: RurouniGirl
Ken sat starring out the window. 'He really should try to get some sleep, but he couldn't.' He whirled around and punched his fist through the wall. 'How could he have let this happen? How? He should have been able to stop it, but he couldn't. HOW COULD HE LET THIS HAPPEN?' A tear slid down his cheek. He wiped at it angrily.
There was a soft knock at his door. "Go away," he said. The door opened slowly. "I said go away." He turned around angrily. Aya stood in the doorway.
"You can't torture yourself over this."
Ken turned away. "Go away. I don't want to talk about it."
He heard the door close. Another tear ran down his cheek. This time he didn't stop them. He let them flow down his cheeks. He was startled when he felt an arm slip around his shoulder. He turned his face away, trying to hide his tears from Aya.
"You have to stop blaming yourself," Aya said quietly.
Ken stood there quietly. "I should have been able to stop it. I never should have let it happen."
"It wasn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for what happened to Omi."
"But I should have been able to do something."
Aya sighed. "It wasn't your fault. We'll look for Omi in the morning. For now, you should get some sleep. You won't be able to find Omi if you're too tired."
Ken nodded. 'Aya was right. He had to get some rest.' He lay down on the bed and starred up at the ceiling.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ken and Omi were surrounded by a dozen or so men. This was an unexpected development. Ken and Omi were back to back, waiting for any of the men to make a move. A man lunged at Ken. He dodged and sent his fist flying into the guys jaw. He fell to the ground.
'One down, eleven to go.'
Suddenly all of the men moved in. The two assassins sprang into action. There were only three men remaining. One of them lunged at Ken; the other two lunged at Omi. Omi screamed in pain as one of the men pulled out a knife, slicing his side.
"Omi!" Ken tried to get to him, but the man he was fighting came at him relentlessly. The two men carried Omi off. Ken slashed at the man, the claws he wore tore open his throat. He ran after the other men, but it was too late. He had no clue where they had gone.
"Omiiiiii!"
Ken sat up. His breath came in ragged gasps. It was a dream. Just a dream. He starred out the window and a sigh escaped his lips.
"I have to find Omi. I have to."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Aya sat in the kitchen. He was just as worried about Omi as everyone else. 'God, why did this have to happen? Why to Omi? Why to Ken? Why to him? Why to anyone?'
He leaned back in his chair. He felt helpless. In this situation he wasn't much help. He hadn't even been able to comfort Ken.
He looked up as someone entered the room. It was Yohji. He sat in the chair across from Aya.
"You should get some sleep," he said.
Aya sighed. "I can't sleep."
Yohji raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Why not?"
Aya gave him a hard look. "Omi's been captured, he's injured, and God knows what else, and you expect me to sleep."
Yohji drew back. "Sorry. I guess we're all a little edgy since Omi was captured."
Aya sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that. I'm just a little worried, that's all."
"Yeah, we're all worried."
Aya stood up and turned to leave. He could see how upset Yohji was. They were all upset. Omi was the heart of the group. He was everyone's little brother. He placed his hand comfortingly on Yohji's shoulder.
"Don't worry. Omi will be fine," he said, hoping it would calm Yohji down a little.
Yohji sighed, then turned toward Aya and smiled. "Thanks, Aya."
Aya nodded, then turned and left the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Aya lay on his bed. 'Why did this have to happen?' He felt so helpless. He hadn't even been able to comfort the one he loved when he needed it.
He rolled out of bed and went out onto the balcony. He sighed and for the first time since he could remember, he allowed a tear to slip down his cheek. He slumped down against the wall, a sigh escaping his lips. He couldn't take it anymore. Tears streamed down his face. His shoulders shook with each sob. He shivered slightly, but didn't move.
"Aya?"
He looked up to see Ken staring down at him worriedly. He hurriedly wiped away the tears with his sleeve. Ken slid down next to him and placed an arm around his shoulder.
"It's alright. Cry. Let it all out. You'll feel better if you do."
Aya heard the softness in Ken's voice and wondered about it. 'Did Ken care for him the way he cared for Ken? No. That would be impossible. He was always so distant and cold. He doubted that anyone could ever care for him.'
Ken saw the unshed tears in Aya's eyes. It was a little unnerving. He had never seen the boy cry before. Finally Aya gave in and let the tears fall. Ken sat there with his arm around Aya's shoulder, hoping he was doing something to help the other boy. He knew that Aya only acted cold and distant because he didn't want to get close to anyone. He knew that all Aya needed was someone who understood him. Understood the way he felt and why he acted the way he did. He whispered what he hoped were comforting words.
"It's alright. It's going to be just fine. We'll find Omi and he'll be fine."
Finally, Aya stopped crying. He sat there for a few moments before speaking.
"Ken, why are you being so nice to me when all I've been to any of you is distant and cold?"
Ken smiled. "Because, I care about you."
Aya was shocked.
"Aya, I know that you act distant and cold because you don't want to get close to anyone," Ken continued. "If you get close to anyway, you're afraid that they'll end up getting hurt or you'll end up getting hurt. But I know that deep down inside all you want is someone who understands the way you feel. Well, Aya. I understand how you feel and I care."
Aya couldn't believe it. Ken actually cared. Someone actually cared about him. Slowly, a small smile appeared on his face.
"Thanks, Ken."
"Any time. And if you ever need to talk, I'm here."
Author's Notes: Okay, what did you think? Bad? Good? Please review and let me know. RurouniGirl