The Seals of Souls
Rating: PG-13, subject to change.
Warning: Uhm….usually Onesan does this part…Yaoi? Title subject to change? Also, in the prologue, every other scene between the ~*~*~ is an excerpt from Kenken's Journal.
Pairings: Right now? AyaKen
Disclaimer: We, the TwinShades, do not OWN anything that is in any way connected to Weiss Kreuz. The only thing belonging to us are the Original Chara's in this story since we almost fried our brains making them up. We don't have money so PLEASE don't sue, this is non-profit work and for entertainment only. Thanks
Daystar and Moonshadow Shade
Daystar: ONESAN!
Moonshadow: What is it, Day-chan?
Ken: She wrote a new fic and she's stuck on part one.
Moon: Typical Day.
Day: *raspberry* There is just a slight flaw in the creative process.
Schu: In other words…you didn't plan this fic out very well.
Day: You know, your attitude makes me glad this isn't a SchuKen.
Ken: The only one for me is Aya….you know that, Day.
Aya: *nods and huggles Kenken*
Schu: You know, Aya, I'm second in line for getting him.
Farf: Not really…They've got two SchuKens and two FarfKens in the works….And we get to hurt God really good.
Everyone: *backs away slowly*
Day: Heh…well, we're not here to discuss….that particular story….
Yohji: I still can't believe you made Ken do that to me.
Ken: I still can't believe you made Brad and Schu do that to me.
Day: ^_^;;;
Moon: *rolls eyes* Anyway, as a special note, we haven't finished this one yet. That means we don't know when we'll get back to it. I think Day is just hoping for inspiring comments.
Day: ^_^;;;;
Seal of the Souls
Prologue
I don't know why I do this. Or rather, I do know, but I don't see the reasoning behind it. Kritiker wants us all to keep journals. That is why. And I will do this, because I do not care if they find out about me. If they have a problem with my existence, I will just leave, and go somewhere else. Modern technology makes travelling around the world rather easy.
There is always the possibility they won't believe what I have written. It matters not to me, however. The only thing they could do is try and get me admitted to the psychiatric ward, and I could easily pass all of there tests.
The truth is, I am not just a Weiss assassin. My true profession is the service of Our Lady of Creation, the goddess Sha'hala. I do remember watching the rise of the Greek Civilization, though I was no longer young at that time. After a while, I guess the passage of time just does not mean as much as it used to.
If anyone ever reads this, they would get the hell confused out of them by what I just wrote. My experience tells me this would not be nice. Perhaps I should explain why this, my journal, is written in a tone totally different from my 'normal' behavior. The answer is quite simple.
I'm a really good actor.
I seem like a really passionate, caring, nice, happy guy. I know this, because this is what I've been told. But in reality, I am not passionate or happy. Nor do I care. I can't.
I'm not indulging in a guilt trip, saying that I don't deserve to be happy because I kill as my job. I cannot feel guilty, either. For me, the sensation of emotions is gone. I lost my emotions when I gave my soul to the Seal.
I was eighteen, and an Auroran Priest in the service of The Lady. Then the God of Destruction, De'rishin, attacked the Lady's most wonderful creation-Earth, and all the Life on it. Many people died during the year, and Sha'hala was distraught, for he used creatures of magic against those without it.
My fellow priests and I fought, and, with The Lady's help, won. And, in an effort to prevent the followers of De'rishinfrom gaining control, The Lady told us to seal up the creatures of magic in five separate realms. We knew what it meant to become a Seal, and yet the five of us didn't hesitate in agreeing. I do not regret it, even now.
Most people, when they become Seals, only lose a few emotions, but are still left with some. A person may lose the abilities to feel happy and sad, but still have the capability to feel love and hate, joy and sorrow. But the five of us, Rika, Mischa, Layn, Eri, and myself lost every emotion.
Rika became of the Fire, Mischa of the Earth, Layn of the Water, and Eri of the Air, for these are the types of Mages they were. As for myself, a Necromancer, I was the only one who could seal away the demons, and so I did. The others were able to retire after about 500 years or so, for there were other Mages strong enough to replace them.
But it is not often a Necromancer, such as myself, chooses to serve The Lady, rather than join The Cult.
It has been a long time, and now, I am in Weiss I exist, and shall continue to exist until my services are no longer needed.
~*~*~
Ken whistled as he worked, cleaning up in the shop. The claw-wielding assassin was completely oblivious to the admiring glances bestowed upon him by his redheaded teammate.
Yohji noticed, and Omi could tell what Aya was thinking, but Ken was utterly and completely oblivious. But that was Ken. Completely oblivious, utterly naïve, and absolutely adorable.
Aya sighed, going back to his work. Despite Yohji's assurances, the redheaded leader of Weiss could not force himself to say anything to the brunette. It was cowardice on his part, but the fear of rejection by the one he loved was too much for him. He wasn't even going to risk it.
Yohji shook his head in annoyance. Between Ken's ignorance and Aya's hesitancy, it was almost like a soap opera when the two were together. But, that was part of what made them Aya and Ken, he supposed. But it was still damn annoying!
"Well, it looks like we're all done for today," said Omi, finishing up at the register. "Not too bad."
Ken grinned, "Cool! I am so out of here, there's a game tonight. Germany versus Brazil. See ya' later, kids!" Ken took off, running to their apartments at top speed.
Aya shook his head. He couldn't understand how Ken could be so happy despite the lives they led as Weiss. But whatever it was that allowed Ken to be so cheery, the redhead was glad for it.
"Aya, you're an idiot," Yohji said, leaning against the counter.
"Not now, Kudou," Aya snapped, glaring at the blonde, "I don't need one of your 'Love Lectures' tonight."
The blonde rolled his eyes, "Poor Aya. The unfortunate lad doesn't even realize he needs the help of the Kudou. Ayan, why don't you just say something to him."
Omi giggled, "Yotan, quit teasing Aya. It's not his fault Ken is as dense as lead. Besides, you really shouldn't interfere with something that isn't your business."
"Admit it, Omitchi, you want Aya to quit being a sissy and tell Kenken what he feels just as much as I do," Yohji said, ignoring Aya's blushing glare.
"Maybe so," Omi agreed, "But you still don't see me messing with them."
"That's just because you're too innocent to know what to tell him."
"I'm still here, you know," said Aya dryly.
"We know," said Yohji, "we just choose to ignore your presence. In fact, I think we should continue to ignore his presence until he tells Ken, don't you?"
Omi grinned, "But Yohji, then we'd never get to talk to him again."
"Not if he got over his cold feet and just walked up to Ken, declaring his everlasting, undying love for our very own Siberian."
Both assassins were way too involved in ignoring Abyssian, they didn't notice when he left them alone.
~*~*~
This journal proves to be an easy way to organize one's thoughts. I had never before considered the merit of such an activity, seeing it only as a waste of time. I see now that I was wrong. Perhaps I ought to keep this up, since modern technology allows me to do so without carrying around a large amount of books that would eventually be destroyed anyway.
I will also be able to take notes on human behavior, as to better imitate them. Right now, I suppose it would be funny for me to read the previous sentence, as I am still a human. That is, a human finding it necessary to imitate humans. For some reason, however, I don't see the humor in the situation.
Amusement is an emotion.
I think I have one fundamental flaw to my disguise. I am either happy in appearance or I am sad. Yet, I know from my observations that normal humans experience a wide range of emotions in between-and beyond-those two simple ones. I must learn what emotion belongs in which situation better.
I suppose I should be disappointed that I have not done better in learning to read human emotions and the situations in which they appear. After all, I have had nearly four thousand years to perfect my mask. Yet, I do observe that different people, as in different ethnicities, react to emotional situations in different manners, and the subtleties are very complex. And there is the little matter of changing emotional reactions that I have observed throughout my lifespan.
For example, the emotion of Love seems to have gained importance as the world becomes older.
~*~*~
"Hey, Ken?" Aya peeked into the brunette's room. Ken looked up, acknowledging the others presence. "I need to speak with you."
"Okay," Ken stood up, stretching, and followed the redhead. Aya led him out, onto the roof of the Koneko. The redhead was quiet for several long minutes, before turning to Ken.
"Ken, I have something I want…need…to tell you. I'm only going to say this once. I don't think I could work up the courage to do this again."
"Go on," Ken urged, grinning slightly, "It can't be all that hard to say, now can it?"
Aya looked at Ken, "You have no idea. The truth is…" the Weiss leader stepped closer to Ken, so that their bodies were nearly touching.
"The truth is, Ken…I…Iloveyou." Aya said, getting it all out in a rush. When Ken didn't reply, Aya took a nervous step back. "Ken?"
The brunette had his head down, bangs covering his face. Aya was surprised to see that Ken wasn't. After all the jokes between Yohji and Omi about how oblivious the clawed assassin was.
When Ken did look up at Aya, the redhead wanted to deny what he saw in the other's eyes. Nothing. No hate, love, contempt, pity, disgust or anything danced in the younger Weiss's eyes.
"Ken?"
"I'm sorry, Aya. But-I can't love you back." And now regret did color Ken's blue eyes, "I'm sure that if I could, I would, but I can't-"
"Ah. I understand Ken. Just forget I said anything." The redhead left Ken on the building, "I just had to get it off my chest is all."
Standing alone on the rooftop, Ken shook his head sadly. 'You don't understand at all, Aya. You only think you do.'
~*~*~
I wonder if regret is an emotion.
~*~*~
"So, that's it?" asked Yohji, taking a drag on his cigarette.
"Yeah. That's it," replied Aya. The two were standing on a bridge, leaning over the water.
"What are you going to do next?" the blonde asked.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
"Aw, geeze, man," Yohji griped, "That is so lame. You're not going to try and fight for him?"
"Nope." Aya stated, watching his reflection in the water, "Not gonna do it."
"Why the hell not?" Yohji demanded, agitated.
"If somebody can't do something," Aya turned to look at Yohji, "then why bother trying to make them?"
"Because man," Yohji told the other, "Baby birds can't fly, but that doesn't mean they won't fly once they've grown up. Got me?"
Aya smiled. For all of his playboy attitude, Yohji could be really sensitive when he wanted to be. "Well, then maybe I won't give up just yet."
~*~*~
I do know, however, that I truly did regret what I said to Aya.
~*~*~
"Hey, Omitchi, can I talk to you?"
"Sure thing, Ken, come on in," Omi shut down his computer, pushing it to the side. Ken entered the room hesitantly, taking a seat only when Omi motioned him to. "What's up?"
"Hey, Omi…if someone is sorry for something…would you say that's an emotion?" Ken watched his hands in his lap, refusing to look at the young blonde.
Omi blinked. What kind of a question was that. "Of course it's an emotion, Ken! What's this about?"
Ken looked up at his friend, "Nothing, just…I guess I'm just in a weird mood tonight, is all. 'Night, Omi."
Before Omi could reply, Ken had disappeared back through the door.
~*~*~
Regret is an emotion that I feel.
~*~*~
End Prologue
Aya: ……My Ken is an emotionless robot?
Day: No totally! He did regret that he couldn't love you!
Aya: Shi ne, Day!
Day: *runs from Aya's katana*
Moon: *sweatdrops*
Ken:….I'm the emotionless one in this story? That's unusual.
Brad: You don't seem too worried, Ken.
Ken: Day has yet to torment me beyond repair.
Brad: Yet.
Moon: R&R, Onegai.
Rating: PG-13, subject to change.
Warning: Uhm….usually Onesan does this part…Yaoi? Title subject to change? Also, in the prologue, every other scene between the ~*~*~ is an excerpt from Kenken's Journal.
Pairings: Right now? AyaKen
Disclaimer: We, the TwinShades, do not OWN anything that is in any way connected to Weiss Kreuz. The only thing belonging to us are the Original Chara's in this story since we almost fried our brains making them up. We don't have money so PLEASE don't sue, this is non-profit work and for entertainment only. Thanks
Daystar and Moonshadow Shade
Daystar: ONESAN!
Moonshadow: What is it, Day-chan?
Ken: She wrote a new fic and she's stuck on part one.
Moon: Typical Day.
Day: *raspberry* There is just a slight flaw in the creative process.
Schu: In other words…you didn't plan this fic out very well.
Day: You know, your attitude makes me glad this isn't a SchuKen.
Ken: The only one for me is Aya….you know that, Day.
Aya: *nods and huggles Kenken*
Schu: You know, Aya, I'm second in line for getting him.
Farf: Not really…They've got two SchuKens and two FarfKens in the works….And we get to hurt God really good.
Everyone: *backs away slowly*
Day: Heh…well, we're not here to discuss….that particular story….
Yohji: I still can't believe you made Ken do that to me.
Ken: I still can't believe you made Brad and Schu do that to me.
Day: ^_^;;;
Moon: *rolls eyes* Anyway, as a special note, we haven't finished this one yet. That means we don't know when we'll get back to it. I think Day is just hoping for inspiring comments.
Day: ^_^;;;;
Seal of the Souls
Prologue
I don't know why I do this. Or rather, I do know, but I don't see the reasoning behind it. Kritiker wants us all to keep journals. That is why. And I will do this, because I do not care if they find out about me. If they have a problem with my existence, I will just leave, and go somewhere else. Modern technology makes travelling around the world rather easy.
There is always the possibility they won't believe what I have written. It matters not to me, however. The only thing they could do is try and get me admitted to the psychiatric ward, and I could easily pass all of there tests.
The truth is, I am not just a Weiss assassin. My true profession is the service of Our Lady of Creation, the goddess Sha'hala. I do remember watching the rise of the Greek Civilization, though I was no longer young at that time. After a while, I guess the passage of time just does not mean as much as it used to.
If anyone ever reads this, they would get the hell confused out of them by what I just wrote. My experience tells me this would not be nice. Perhaps I should explain why this, my journal, is written in a tone totally different from my 'normal' behavior. The answer is quite simple.
I'm a really good actor.
I seem like a really passionate, caring, nice, happy guy. I know this, because this is what I've been told. But in reality, I am not passionate or happy. Nor do I care. I can't.
I'm not indulging in a guilt trip, saying that I don't deserve to be happy because I kill as my job. I cannot feel guilty, either. For me, the sensation of emotions is gone. I lost my emotions when I gave my soul to the Seal.
I was eighteen, and an Auroran Priest in the service of The Lady. Then the God of Destruction, De'rishin, attacked the Lady's most wonderful creation-Earth, and all the Life on it. Many people died during the year, and Sha'hala was distraught, for he used creatures of magic against those without it.
My fellow priests and I fought, and, with The Lady's help, won. And, in an effort to prevent the followers of De'rishinfrom gaining control, The Lady told us to seal up the creatures of magic in five separate realms. We knew what it meant to become a Seal, and yet the five of us didn't hesitate in agreeing. I do not regret it, even now.
Most people, when they become Seals, only lose a few emotions, but are still left with some. A person may lose the abilities to feel happy and sad, but still have the capability to feel love and hate, joy and sorrow. But the five of us, Rika, Mischa, Layn, Eri, and myself lost every emotion.
Rika became of the Fire, Mischa of the Earth, Layn of the Water, and Eri of the Air, for these are the types of Mages they were. As for myself, a Necromancer, I was the only one who could seal away the demons, and so I did. The others were able to retire after about 500 years or so, for there were other Mages strong enough to replace them.
But it is not often a Necromancer, such as myself, chooses to serve The Lady, rather than join The Cult.
It has been a long time, and now, I am in Weiss I exist, and shall continue to exist until my services are no longer needed.
~*~*~
Ken whistled as he worked, cleaning up in the shop. The claw-wielding assassin was completely oblivious to the admiring glances bestowed upon him by his redheaded teammate.
Yohji noticed, and Omi could tell what Aya was thinking, but Ken was utterly and completely oblivious. But that was Ken. Completely oblivious, utterly naïve, and absolutely adorable.
Aya sighed, going back to his work. Despite Yohji's assurances, the redheaded leader of Weiss could not force himself to say anything to the brunette. It was cowardice on his part, but the fear of rejection by the one he loved was too much for him. He wasn't even going to risk it.
Yohji shook his head in annoyance. Between Ken's ignorance and Aya's hesitancy, it was almost like a soap opera when the two were together. But, that was part of what made them Aya and Ken, he supposed. But it was still damn annoying!
"Well, it looks like we're all done for today," said Omi, finishing up at the register. "Not too bad."
Ken grinned, "Cool! I am so out of here, there's a game tonight. Germany versus Brazil. See ya' later, kids!" Ken took off, running to their apartments at top speed.
Aya shook his head. He couldn't understand how Ken could be so happy despite the lives they led as Weiss. But whatever it was that allowed Ken to be so cheery, the redhead was glad for it.
"Aya, you're an idiot," Yohji said, leaning against the counter.
"Not now, Kudou," Aya snapped, glaring at the blonde, "I don't need one of your 'Love Lectures' tonight."
The blonde rolled his eyes, "Poor Aya. The unfortunate lad doesn't even realize he needs the help of the Kudou. Ayan, why don't you just say something to him."
Omi giggled, "Yotan, quit teasing Aya. It's not his fault Ken is as dense as lead. Besides, you really shouldn't interfere with something that isn't your business."
"Admit it, Omitchi, you want Aya to quit being a sissy and tell Kenken what he feels just as much as I do," Yohji said, ignoring Aya's blushing glare.
"Maybe so," Omi agreed, "But you still don't see me messing with them."
"That's just because you're too innocent to know what to tell him."
"I'm still here, you know," said Aya dryly.
"We know," said Yohji, "we just choose to ignore your presence. In fact, I think we should continue to ignore his presence until he tells Ken, don't you?"
Omi grinned, "But Yohji, then we'd never get to talk to him again."
"Not if he got over his cold feet and just walked up to Ken, declaring his everlasting, undying love for our very own Siberian."
Both assassins were way too involved in ignoring Abyssian, they didn't notice when he left them alone.
~*~*~
This journal proves to be an easy way to organize one's thoughts. I had never before considered the merit of such an activity, seeing it only as a waste of time. I see now that I was wrong. Perhaps I ought to keep this up, since modern technology allows me to do so without carrying around a large amount of books that would eventually be destroyed anyway.
I will also be able to take notes on human behavior, as to better imitate them. Right now, I suppose it would be funny for me to read the previous sentence, as I am still a human. That is, a human finding it necessary to imitate humans. For some reason, however, I don't see the humor in the situation.
Amusement is an emotion.
I think I have one fundamental flaw to my disguise. I am either happy in appearance or I am sad. Yet, I know from my observations that normal humans experience a wide range of emotions in between-and beyond-those two simple ones. I must learn what emotion belongs in which situation better.
I suppose I should be disappointed that I have not done better in learning to read human emotions and the situations in which they appear. After all, I have had nearly four thousand years to perfect my mask. Yet, I do observe that different people, as in different ethnicities, react to emotional situations in different manners, and the subtleties are very complex. And there is the little matter of changing emotional reactions that I have observed throughout my lifespan.
For example, the emotion of Love seems to have gained importance as the world becomes older.
~*~*~
"Hey, Ken?" Aya peeked into the brunette's room. Ken looked up, acknowledging the others presence. "I need to speak with you."
"Okay," Ken stood up, stretching, and followed the redhead. Aya led him out, onto the roof of the Koneko. The redhead was quiet for several long minutes, before turning to Ken.
"Ken, I have something I want…need…to tell you. I'm only going to say this once. I don't think I could work up the courage to do this again."
"Go on," Ken urged, grinning slightly, "It can't be all that hard to say, now can it?"
Aya looked at Ken, "You have no idea. The truth is…" the Weiss leader stepped closer to Ken, so that their bodies were nearly touching.
"The truth is, Ken…I…Iloveyou." Aya said, getting it all out in a rush. When Ken didn't reply, Aya took a nervous step back. "Ken?"
The brunette had his head down, bangs covering his face. Aya was surprised to see that Ken wasn't. After all the jokes between Yohji and Omi about how oblivious the clawed assassin was.
When Ken did look up at Aya, the redhead wanted to deny what he saw in the other's eyes. Nothing. No hate, love, contempt, pity, disgust or anything danced in the younger Weiss's eyes.
"Ken?"
"I'm sorry, Aya. But-I can't love you back." And now regret did color Ken's blue eyes, "I'm sure that if I could, I would, but I can't-"
"Ah. I understand Ken. Just forget I said anything." The redhead left Ken on the building, "I just had to get it off my chest is all."
Standing alone on the rooftop, Ken shook his head sadly. 'You don't understand at all, Aya. You only think you do.'
~*~*~
I wonder if regret is an emotion.
~*~*~
"So, that's it?" asked Yohji, taking a drag on his cigarette.
"Yeah. That's it," replied Aya. The two were standing on a bridge, leaning over the water.
"What are you going to do next?" the blonde asked.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
"Aw, geeze, man," Yohji griped, "That is so lame. You're not going to try and fight for him?"
"Nope." Aya stated, watching his reflection in the water, "Not gonna do it."
"Why the hell not?" Yohji demanded, agitated.
"If somebody can't do something," Aya turned to look at Yohji, "then why bother trying to make them?"
"Because man," Yohji told the other, "Baby birds can't fly, but that doesn't mean they won't fly once they've grown up. Got me?"
Aya smiled. For all of his playboy attitude, Yohji could be really sensitive when he wanted to be. "Well, then maybe I won't give up just yet."
~*~*~
I do know, however, that I truly did regret what I said to Aya.
~*~*~
"Hey, Omitchi, can I talk to you?"
"Sure thing, Ken, come on in," Omi shut down his computer, pushing it to the side. Ken entered the room hesitantly, taking a seat only when Omi motioned him to. "What's up?"
"Hey, Omi…if someone is sorry for something…would you say that's an emotion?" Ken watched his hands in his lap, refusing to look at the young blonde.
Omi blinked. What kind of a question was that. "Of course it's an emotion, Ken! What's this about?"
Ken looked up at his friend, "Nothing, just…I guess I'm just in a weird mood tonight, is all. 'Night, Omi."
Before Omi could reply, Ken had disappeared back through the door.
~*~*~
Regret is an emotion that I feel.
~*~*~
End Prologue
Aya: ……My Ken is an emotionless robot?
Day: No totally! He did regret that he couldn't love you!
Aya: Shi ne, Day!
Day: *runs from Aya's katana*
Moon: *sweatdrops*
Ken:….I'm the emotionless one in this story? That's unusual.
Brad: You don't seem too worried, Ken.
Ken: Day has yet to torment me beyond repair.
Brad: Yet.
Moon: R&R, Onegai.