TSUBASA
By Ara Catwing
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Disclaimer: Well, it's Aya x Nagi shonen-ai for 3 chapters, and yaoi in the 4th. So think of
it as sap:sap:sap:lime I had to make up Nagi fighting, since he doesn't much ^_^
C&C appreciated, flames will be answered by a chibi-Farfarello wielding an eggbeater. Oh,
and I plead mild (understatement) OOC-ness ~.~;;
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"Every man has the wings to fly, it's reality that weighs him down..."
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Part I- Black Skies
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Shivering, Nagi pulled the sheets over his bare shoulders. The blaring red numbers of his
clock read 12:00, midnight. Schuldige had already come and gone, getting what he
wanted. But still, Nagi couldn't sleep. Not till he was sure about Farfarello. Maybe it
was too late. He hoped it was too late. He heard footsteps outside his door. He pulled
the blanket over his head, and prayed it was Crawford.
***
"Yohhhjjii-kun!"
Yohji cracked an eye open and listened to Omi pound on his door a few more minutes.
Finally, he unlocked it and glared down at the younger boy.
"What?"
"Yohji-kun! You were supposed to help Aya open at the Koneko!"
Yohji waved him off, "Alright! Alright! I'm getting ready!" he slammed the door, leaving
Omi standing in the empty hallway.
***
The falling water droplets caught rays of sunlight like miniature crystals. Aya slightly
smirked. It was oddly nice with the flower shop empty. Yohji would show up soon, and
the annoying hordes of girls would follow. As if on cue, the back door swung open and
the chestnut-haired man sauntered in.
"Ohayo, Aya!"
"Ohayo."
Yohji leaned over a list of orders as he tied on his apron. "I'll get started on these," he
said, completely used to Aya's impassiveness, "It'll probably be slow today, so I'm
assuming you'll be able to handle the front."
***
Nagi narrowed his eyes. He had no idea where her was, but maybe that was a good thing.
Maybe Schwarz wouldn't find him. He shielded his eyes, this was more time in the sun
then he was used to. Finally, something caught his eye. In a window across the street, he
thought he saw a familiar red-head. "Weiss..." he growled.
Aya turned and, by chance, glanced at the commuters outside. He froze. "Yohji," he said,
bearly audible.
The tall man walked over to the window, "What is..." he stopped, his voice dropped, "The
Schwarz kid!" He turned to Aya, "Think it's an attack?"
"Not if we get him first." Aya focused his eyes into Yohji's and silently motioned to the
backdoor.
Yohji nodded, Aya was straightforward enough, as usual. He completely understood the
plan. Aya would distract Nagi, while it was up to Yohji to take him down. Casually,
Yohji walked away from the window and snuck out, through the back door.
Aya slowly counted to 10, giving Yohji some time, then he moved to the door and stepped
into the quiet game of cat and mouse.
It was obvious Nagi was aware of at least Aya's presence. The boy's piercing blue eyes
never strayed off Aya's face.
The early morning pedestrians didn't even notice the silent square-off, it was an assassin's
talent to blend in with a crowd, another art-form mastered by an angel of death.
A flash of ice-blue ki energy flashed in Nagi's eyes, and a small stone slashed across Aya's
cheek. Another cut formed on his arm. The telekinetic attack wasn't noticeable, but for
the deep, red trickle down Aya's cheek. The black movement of a shadow stirred in the
ally behind the boy. Aya saw it, but his expression showed no clue.
Time for the game to end.
A thin glimmer of metal shined, then swung out and caught Nagi around the neck, swiftly
dragging him back.
Only a soft sound was made as the back of Yohji's fist struck the boy's temple, knocking
him unconscious. Darkness took him over, and the voices of uncaring passerby's faded.
By Ara Catwing
--------------------
Disclaimer: Well, it's Aya x Nagi shonen-ai for 3 chapters, and yaoi in the 4th. So think of
it as sap:sap:sap:lime I had to make up Nagi fighting, since he doesn't much ^_^
C&C appreciated, flames will be answered by a chibi-Farfarello wielding an eggbeater. Oh,
and I plead mild (understatement) OOC-ness ~.~;;
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
"Every man has the wings to fly, it's reality that weighs him down..."
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
Part I- Black Skies
--------------------
Shivering, Nagi pulled the sheets over his bare shoulders. The blaring red numbers of his
clock read 12:00, midnight. Schuldige had already come and gone, getting what he
wanted. But still, Nagi couldn't sleep. Not till he was sure about Farfarello. Maybe it
was too late. He hoped it was too late. He heard footsteps outside his door. He pulled
the blanket over his head, and prayed it was Crawford.
***
"Yohhhjjii-kun!"
Yohji cracked an eye open and listened to Omi pound on his door a few more minutes.
Finally, he unlocked it and glared down at the younger boy.
"What?"
"Yohji-kun! You were supposed to help Aya open at the Koneko!"
Yohji waved him off, "Alright! Alright! I'm getting ready!" he slammed the door, leaving
Omi standing in the empty hallway.
***
The falling water droplets caught rays of sunlight like miniature crystals. Aya slightly
smirked. It was oddly nice with the flower shop empty. Yohji would show up soon, and
the annoying hordes of girls would follow. As if on cue, the back door swung open and
the chestnut-haired man sauntered in.
"Ohayo, Aya!"
"Ohayo."
Yohji leaned over a list of orders as he tied on his apron. "I'll get started on these," he
said, completely used to Aya's impassiveness, "It'll probably be slow today, so I'm
assuming you'll be able to handle the front."
***
Nagi narrowed his eyes. He had no idea where her was, but maybe that was a good thing.
Maybe Schwarz wouldn't find him. He shielded his eyes, this was more time in the sun
then he was used to. Finally, something caught his eye. In a window across the street, he
thought he saw a familiar red-head. "Weiss..." he growled.
Aya turned and, by chance, glanced at the commuters outside. He froze. "Yohji," he said,
bearly audible.
The tall man walked over to the window, "What is..." he stopped, his voice dropped, "The
Schwarz kid!" He turned to Aya, "Think it's an attack?"
"Not if we get him first." Aya focused his eyes into Yohji's and silently motioned to the
backdoor.
Yohji nodded, Aya was straightforward enough, as usual. He completely understood the
plan. Aya would distract Nagi, while it was up to Yohji to take him down. Casually,
Yohji walked away from the window and snuck out, through the back door.
Aya slowly counted to 10, giving Yohji some time, then he moved to the door and stepped
into the quiet game of cat and mouse.
It was obvious Nagi was aware of at least Aya's presence. The boy's piercing blue eyes
never strayed off Aya's face.
The early morning pedestrians didn't even notice the silent square-off, it was an assassin's
talent to blend in with a crowd, another art-form mastered by an angel of death.
A flash of ice-blue ki energy flashed in Nagi's eyes, and a small stone slashed across Aya's
cheek. Another cut formed on his arm. The telekinetic attack wasn't noticeable, but for
the deep, red trickle down Aya's cheek. The black movement of a shadow stirred in the
ally behind the boy. Aya saw it, but his expression showed no clue.
Time for the game to end.
A thin glimmer of metal shined, then swung out and caught Nagi around the neck, swiftly
dragging him back.
Only a soft sound was made as the back of Yohji's fist struck the boy's temple, knocking
him unconscious. Darkness took him over, and the voices of uncaring passerby's faded.