Wings - a Weiß Kreuz Shounen-Ai Ficclet
By: A-chan achan@dork.com www.defiled.org
My silver wings extend deep into the star-strewn night. I am flying high above the Tokyo skyline, meandering to his apartment.
I am there, perching silently on his balcony. I reach out to the cool glass, touching the transparent barrier to the moroon-haired god slumbering peacefully within. I slide effortlessly through the thin panes toward my prize.
Chocolate eyes drink in his glorious form wrapped in delicious silk. I step forward and brush away a stray hair from his gorgeous face. My gaze ravishes his slim china-colored body; I imagine what treasures are hidden behind the silk covering him.
I am kneeling beside his bed, my fingers gently stroking the soft crimson pooling around his head. He moans softly, his lips forming a single syllable: "Ken..."
A smile slightly crosses my features. I whisper, the sound barely audible in the still room. "I'm here, Aya." Leaning over, my lips brush lightly against his forehead.
He sighs contentedly. I stand, watching him for a moment longer. I turn and exit through the balcony door. My right wing drops a velvet feather onto the moonlight-strewn balcony, a reminder of my visit.
I am once more above Tokyo, gliding toward my home. As the night sky begins to fade away, I reflect. Our memories of tonight will be forgotten upon the light of dawn, reduced to nothing but a dream.
I, the dream, and he, the dreamer.
[1] I imagine Ken to be a heavenly being in this fic, without [much of] a physical body. He'd be able to walk through doors and walls at will, yet he'd still be able to touch things. ^^;
