Pockets Full Of Ashes
By Shimegami
Warnings: Dark, Angst, Yaoi(All the good stuff)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: An old children's rhyme and his forgotten past come back to haunt Watari. We all fall down...I swear, nobody writes about the poor guy.
Does he even have a past? Or is he just the genki scientist in the background whose potions never work? Well, if he does, consider this AU.
It's Watari, my way! XD
Recommended Listening Music:
Hmmm...the only one is Shivering, a very good Weiss background song.
Pockets Full Of Ashes: Prologue
/Ring around the rosie.../
No! Stop! Don't sing that anymore!
/Pockets full of posies.../
Yamero!! Not that song anything but that song!
/Ashes, ashes.../
Please...not that...onegai...
/We all fall down.../
Don't make me remember...
/Ring around the rosie.../
Onegai...
/Pockets full of posies.../
Stop it..
/Ashes, ashes.../
I'll fall down again...
/We all fall down.../
Watari jerked out of his sleep, gasping for breath. Cold sweat dripped off his face, dotting the already damp sheets. The air conditioning
humed loudly, a constant buzz in the back of his head. Shadows played across the walls and across the whiteness of his bed. Slowly he
relaxed as no threat presented itself. The air conditioner drummed on.
"A dream..."
Watari started at his voice, filling the oppressive silence. The only response was a sleepy flutter from 003. Exasperated with himself, he
flopped back onto the bed.
"Losing your mind, Watari. Too many lab fumes, that what it is." His voice was strained, his smile hurt his face.
Rolling onto his side, Watari prepared to go back to sleep, when a small snippet fluttered through his consciousness, too brief to be truly
heard in the mind, a ephmearal fluff of vibrations that rode to air on invisible wings.
"We all fall down..."
Watari curled up in his sheets. It was too cold.
The air conditioner hummed on.
~TBC~
AN:...Okie, I'm starting to freak myself out. Really. Soo, reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishie?
By Shimegami
Warnings: Dark, Angst, Yaoi(All the good stuff)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: An old children's rhyme and his forgotten past come back to haunt Watari. We all fall down...I swear, nobody writes about the poor guy.
Does he even have a past? Or is he just the genki scientist in the background whose potions never work? Well, if he does, consider this AU.
It's Watari, my way! XD
Recommended Listening Music:
Hmmm...the only one is Shivering, a very good Weiss background song.
Pockets Full Of Ashes: Prologue
/Ring around the rosie.../
No! Stop! Don't sing that anymore!
/Pockets full of posies.../
Yamero!! Not that song anything but that song!
/Ashes, ashes.../
Please...not that...onegai...
/We all fall down.../
Don't make me remember...
/Ring around the rosie.../
Onegai...
/Pockets full of posies.../
Stop it..
/Ashes, ashes.../
I'll fall down again...
/We all fall down.../
Watari jerked out of his sleep, gasping for breath. Cold sweat dripped off his face, dotting the already damp sheets. The air conditioning
humed loudly, a constant buzz in the back of his head. Shadows played across the walls and across the whiteness of his bed. Slowly he
relaxed as no threat presented itself. The air conditioner drummed on.
"A dream..."
Watari started at his voice, filling the oppressive silence. The only response was a sleepy flutter from 003. Exasperated with himself, he
flopped back onto the bed.
"Losing your mind, Watari. Too many lab fumes, that what it is." His voice was strained, his smile hurt his face.
Rolling onto his side, Watari prepared to go back to sleep, when a small snippet fluttered through his consciousness, too brief to be truly
heard in the mind, a ephmearal fluff of vibrations that rode to air on invisible wings.
"We all fall down..."
Watari curled up in his sheets. It was too cold.
The air conditioner hummed on.
~TBC~
AN:...Okie, I'm starting to freak myself out. Really. Soo, reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishie?