Disclaimer: I don't own Meine Liebe nor Meine Liebe Wieder...and thats a damn shame too:( sneaks a peek over at Naoji and Lui and smirks

Lui:...run...

glomps them both hehe!!

Ich Liebe Lui


The tea kettle whistled loud awakening Naoji from his thoughts. It's amazing how a drink is what brought him to the one that changed his life. It had been three years since he'd transferred to Rosenstolz Academy as a Japanese exchange student. The first couple of weeks had been hell. No one would come near the outsider from a warring land. No one trusted him…let alone wanted to befriend him. As he poured the scalding tea into the lavender china the royal look and color of the china caught this mind. He returned back to that time…three years ago when he first met Lui.


Three years earlier

Naoji played with the food in his bento box. He always felt awkward alone, but even more so about the fact that he prepared his own lunch each day. As he plucked at a piece of chicken with his chopsticks the light from the window was shadowed by a tall form. Startled Naoji looked up quickly to come face to face with those lavender eyes.

Those eyes…so cold, so exotic, so intimidating…

A gasp escaped Naoji as he realized he'd been staring into those eyes for nearly a minute. "You can stare all day, but I'm afraid I don't perform tricks," the cold deep voice resonated to his bones. Naoji blinked quickly and looked down to his bento. "What is this?" the voice asked averting the eyes to Naoji's bento. "A noble son shouldn't eat the food of commoners. Acting like a commoner will merely breed the thoughts of a commoner. Such thoughts are not encouraged at our academy," the voice said in its icy monotone. Naoji refused to look at the eyes. He refused to see them mock the food of his country, to see them mock him. "You are better than that," the voice said, once again startling the confused Japanese boy. As he slowly looked up into those eyes he uttered, "My name is Naoji, Naoji Ishizuki." The eyes gave him a slow and un-emotional scan from toe to head ending crisply on one word, "Ludwig."


Present

Naoji picked up the tea tray and headed to Ludwig's room. He'd been dong this every day morning, noon, and night for three years while attending the academy. He still couldn't explain why someone of his noble and honorable birth was performing such a feminine server's duty for anyone. But there was simply something about Lui…


Three years earlier

"Lui!!" a young boy's voice filled the hall. Naoji gasped, he'd followed Ludwig around for three days, but would never have connected such a delicate boy to him. This boy was obviously close to Ludwig by how informal he was with him. The cold voice uttered one word, "Camus." The boy smiled, "Lui, how are you?" he asked his bright eyes wide. Naoji had only known Ludwig three days, but seeing this boy so close to his only acquaintance made him jealous. "I am well," the voice replied. The boy suddenly noticed Naoji's presence and directed a smile at him. Naoji was startled at this boy's warmth next to the chill coming from Ludwig. "I don't believe we have been introduced, cousin, where are your manners?" Camus said keeping his warm smile. Ludwig blinked, "This is my new associate, Naoji," the voice introduced. "It's nice to meet you, Naoji. Welcome to Kuchen. I'm Camus," the boy said smiling. "Well I must be going now I have some friends to…tend to…but it was a pleasure," Camus said before excusing himself. Once the warmth was gone all that was left was the awkward cold…of Ludwig's eyes.

"What troubles you, Naoji?" the voice asked as those cold eyes looked right through him. "Is…Lui…your nickname?" Naoji asked hesitantly. Ludwig's gaze became ice. "Three days and you already wish to drop formalities…how forward of you Naoji," the voice said. Naoji dropped his gaze to the floor. "Lui is the name that those who are close to me use," the voice began. Ludwig pushed Naoji against the wall and pressed one hand above his head on the wall. Their eyes were locked, their noses nearly touching, breath mingling.

"Do you wish to be close to me, Naoji?" he asked knowing Naoji could feel his words. Naoji swallowed hard before answering "Yes, Ludwig," his gaze plastered to the floor to ignore their closeness. "Learn this, Naoji, there is only one more place close to me and that is at my side and only one who can look me in the eye when he speaks is worthy of that position," the voice said in its cold crisp way. Naoji's eyes quickly met Ludwig's. "I understand…Lui," he said hesitating on the last word. "Welcome…"Lui said. And that was the day that the voice that was so cold and so detached became Naoji's Lui.


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