Weiss Kreutz
Yoij+Aya
*sigh* yes. I was feeling pathetic...


Starlight

Yoji stood in Ayas darkened doorway. The silent assassin watched curiously the constant routine from the aftermath of a mission. A Soft cloth grasped tightly in his slim hand running harshly over the blade of his beloved katana. Up, down, up, down.

Aya's eyes stared vacantly at the blade, the shimmering silver, his distorted reflection. I think that as he looks into the blurred eyes of himself he tries to wash away the traces of the life. The blood has long been cleaned yet still he wipes as though nothing could clense it from the action of death.
Maybe in it he sees who he should be, cold, merciless, deadly? Our leader is the blade, the ice that sees no sun. My Aya is a melted pool, the last droplets of feeling that ripple his existence. My Aya is someone he will not let himself be, and though I wish it I know that he is not mine.
He raises his eyes through the fall of hair that pools at his features like blood against the shadows, his bright eyes shining from his porcelain skin.
"What?"
I step inside and click the door shut behind me. I wander to the window ignoring the steely gaze that bores into my back. Opening the curtains I sit and look out to the distant moon.
Never once do I answer his question, I never acknowledge the façade, the uncaring lie. "Come here."
He stays for a moment torn, his grip tightens on his blade as his eyes drift to beyond the stars outside. Finally he carefully wraps the katana in a red velvet cloak and leaves it on his bed. Looking out to the window again I wonder if he sees the smile of victory on my lips. He chose me.
"I'm here." He grunted moodily, a curious look in his eyes matched by the childish wonder hidden deeply within them.
"Sit." I shuffled over making room for him on the windowsill. His eyes narrowed half-heartedly and he took the seat next to me. I could feel the warmth from him seep into the material of my clothes and through the fabric of my being.
In silence we watched the night together. My Aya, this Aya.
A child he was still, younger than me and yet forced beyond the boundaries of age. Silent leader. Broken child.
I wrapped my arm around him and his head fell onto my shoulder as it did every night. His fiery mane dripped down my arms and tickled at my neck. Turning my face I dropped a kiss on the top of his head.
"Tell me." The quiet voice was new, a softness that had never been revealed before. Yes we shared the night but never before had he spoke.
I pulled him closer shutting his eyes with light kisses and raised my eyes to the midnight sky.
"I look up to the stars, they are always far away and yet they give me something, a silent whisper that you can catch on the breeze." I threw open the window watching the tiny smile grace his lips as the wind danced over his features and I continued. "They are so high and so bright. Looking up we become small, insignificant but that is okay because for someone somewhere, worlds away, the Earth is a star, as bright and beautiful as the rest. Somewhere this person looks to us for guidance, and to them we make the difference. So it is okay that we are small in a sea of millions, because as they look to us, we look to them and they watch over us too."
His eyes fluttered open and he smiled to me. "Can I have you?"
I looked down into his eyes. The ice had cleared and he was beautiful and strong once again. Smiling I let him curl up against my side. Beneath the murmur of sleep he continued "Just for tonight"
I ran my fingers through his hair "Yes you can have me…always."





see! Pathetic!