Note-Why am I writing? I hate writing...really I do. However this story, as evil as it is, would not let me rest. So I shall try my best and see how this all works out.
Warning-I really don't know. I have no idea where this story is going. Everyone, including me, is just going to have to sit back and see what happens. Watch the rating and warnings for each chapter. That's about all I can say. Most likely yaoi, well I can say for sure yaoi. Then, knowing me, angst. Who knows, I may surprise myself and put a happy ending...hen again maybe not.
Disclaimer-Think about it. If I owned Weiß Kruez would I be writing this? No matter how much I love Schuldig, he will never be mine. -pouts- Moving on....
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Silently Waiting-Prologue
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Crimson locks gently fall in front of burning amethyst eyes that seem to glow with a dark passion. You close your eyes and allow the soft breeze to caress you as a delicate lover would. This is something you do after every mission, close your eyes and convince yourself that they deserved to die. Always trying to justify what we do, aren't you? Is that what keeps you sane in a world slowly being swallowed by the darkness?
Do you know what keeps me sane, or I suppose a better question would be do you even care? Either way, it's you. You are what keeps me sane. Everything around us is constantly changing and people are running around in attempt to further themselves in a society that is driven by greed. These days, you can't trust anyone for fear the two-faced prick will sell you out the moment your back is turned.
Yet...you don't seem to care about any of that. You don't try to be somebody you aren't. People can either take you or leave you and you wouldn't care one way or the other. No matter what happens around us, somehow you always stay the same. Every member of Weiß contributes something special to the team...you provide us something stable, something we can hold on to.
Everyone has their secrets. I'm sure you have plenty. You would have to; you're a part of an assassin group. I have secrets as well. One of these is that I love you. When I first realized I love you I may never know. It doesn't really matter because I know you can never return these feelings of mine.
I feel a light touch on my shoulder and see Ken standing next to me with a sympathetic look in his normally cheerful eyes. "Let's go Youji. The mission is over and we should get out of here before people come to investigate."
I start walking behind Ken but not before I steal one more glance at you. Perhaps...perhaps one day I'll tell you a secret, but until then I will be silently waiting and continue to catch a glimpse of you when you aren't looking. I guess you can consider me lucky in a way...you never are looking...are you?
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-blink- Hmm...did I actually write that? That's not quite how I intended it to come out. It's not looking like a happy ending here folks. Who knows? That may change. I initially wanted to write a Youji/Aya story, however that could very well change.