Aya- That thing called love
Love is not something that comes easily to me. It did once but I can't seem to remember how to call on it anymore. Like doesn't come easily either. I'm not even sure I like my teammates.
My teammates. They have constructed a family out of each other. I doubt I'm included. I shouldn't care about that. I should call them idiots and outwardly I sometimes do. Inwardly though, I hope I'm a part of their family.
Yohji, he's one annoyance in and of himself. I can't stand his smoking, his drinking, or his women. It all irritates me and at the same time I wouldn't want him to change. Every time he teases me about Sakura and tells me I'm a bastard or that I need a girl I smile inwardly. I would never tell him, but I appreciate having a friend around to joke with me.
Ken.if I was a different man I would count him as a younger brother. He can bug me, throwing around that stupid soccer ball around the shop and tracking mud in the house but like Yohji, I wouldn't want him to change. One thing about Ken, you never have to worry about him judging you. I've heard him give advice to Omi about school and tell Yohji what flowers to give to a girl he offended and he's never judgmental. He'll let someone know that they're accepted and cared for. I've never needed that but it's comforting to know that if I need someone to watch my back he's there.
And Omi, so innocent. I have a suspicion that innocence is really an act but he pulls it off well. The little twerp can be rather smothering in his eagerness to help but it's just his way. He's a great listener but he'll never give advice unless it's asked for. And he does something else for me without realizing he's doing it. He reminds me of my sister and why I love her so much. Both are so innocent.it's painful.
God, what a sap I'm turning into. I have to remain focused. I have to kill Takatori. I can not spend time wondering whether my teammates know I like them or if they like me. That is not important.
Aya closed his diary and placed it in the first drawer of his bedside table. After turning off the light, he snuggled down (yes, the Great Aya snuggles down in his bed before going to sleep) and pulled the covers up to his chin. The last thought he had before going to sleep was an involuntary one probably derived from his diary entry. It was a hope that he would eventually be able to love again.
Author's note- Ugh. That was so sickeningly sweet and sugary I'm afraid I'm going to get diabetes from writing it. Anyway, Aya and Co. belong to Project Weiss and not to me. Send all comments to Xellos22@hotmail.com
Love is not something that comes easily to me. It did once but I can't seem to remember how to call on it anymore. Like doesn't come easily either. I'm not even sure I like my teammates.
My teammates. They have constructed a family out of each other. I doubt I'm included. I shouldn't care about that. I should call them idiots and outwardly I sometimes do. Inwardly though, I hope I'm a part of their family.
Yohji, he's one annoyance in and of himself. I can't stand his smoking, his drinking, or his women. It all irritates me and at the same time I wouldn't want him to change. Every time he teases me about Sakura and tells me I'm a bastard or that I need a girl I smile inwardly. I would never tell him, but I appreciate having a friend around to joke with me.
Ken.if I was a different man I would count him as a younger brother. He can bug me, throwing around that stupid soccer ball around the shop and tracking mud in the house but like Yohji, I wouldn't want him to change. One thing about Ken, you never have to worry about him judging you. I've heard him give advice to Omi about school and tell Yohji what flowers to give to a girl he offended and he's never judgmental. He'll let someone know that they're accepted and cared for. I've never needed that but it's comforting to know that if I need someone to watch my back he's there.
And Omi, so innocent. I have a suspicion that innocence is really an act but he pulls it off well. The little twerp can be rather smothering in his eagerness to help but it's just his way. He's a great listener but he'll never give advice unless it's asked for. And he does something else for me without realizing he's doing it. He reminds me of my sister and why I love her so much. Both are so innocent.it's painful.
God, what a sap I'm turning into. I have to remain focused. I have to kill Takatori. I can not spend time wondering whether my teammates know I like them or if they like me. That is not important.
Aya closed his diary and placed it in the first drawer of his bedside table. After turning off the light, he snuggled down (yes, the Great Aya snuggles down in his bed before going to sleep) and pulled the covers up to his chin. The last thought he had before going to sleep was an involuntary one probably derived from his diary entry. It was a hope that he would eventually be able to love again.
Author's note- Ugh. That was so sickeningly sweet and sugary I'm afraid I'm going to get diabetes from writing it. Anyway, Aya and Co. belong to Project Weiss and not to me. Send all comments to Xellos22@hotmail.com
