Quiet Storm

By: Raiha-chan

Warning: Shounen ai, and character death.

Pairing: Youji + Ran, Schuldig + Ran

Disclaimers: Weiß Kreuz and all its characters belong to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiß. Do not sue me for their usage for I am but a fan.

Author's Notes: This can be read in conjunction to Kitten and Kitten II, but it doesn't really matter. It happens as a "what if?" situation in the Kitten timeline. What if Schuldig decided to hurt Ran where it hurts the most?

Additional notes, anything after the -----'s means another day (or week, month, etc) has passed.

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Quiet Storm

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It snapped.

The one thing that kept me from insanity. It snapped.

I received the call two days ago. I remember the pity in his voice. Pity…for me. I was angry, sad, frustrated… I was everything and I was nothing.

But he was there. He was there when the call came. He was there holding me, as I cried and cried, until the tears could no longer fall. He was there, keeping me together when I threatened to break.

I don't think I've been this grateful in my life.

I thought it was safe. I thought everything was finally over the day she woke up. And yet…

A bullet to the head, they said. Dead instantly.

Happy Birthday, kitten.

I didn't think it was possible. I didn't think he would do it. And yet, somehow, I wasn't surprised at all. I only felt loathsome. I only felt strong hate.

No, I didn't hate him. I couldn't.

I only hated myself. For trusting him.

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The funeral came 2 weeks after the call. Roses were always her favorite.

I didn't remember anything. The ceremony passed by without me realizing it. I only saw red everywhere.

I felt as if I was living a nightmare. I couldn't stand it anymore. I remember waking from the dream, in a hospital. They said I tried to hurt myself.

It didn't matter, though. She was gone. I often ask myself what I'm doing here. And often, I remember waking to the warmth that was embracing me so tightly. To the tears that were mine and at the same time, weren't. To the blood that stained my hands. To the question, why?

Why, indeed.

He was always with me. I wonder sometimes, what have I done to deserve his love so?

I asked him one night, in a daze. His only reply was, "because." He said he never needed a reason. He loved me because he did. Because I was "me."

But…who is "me"?

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I promised him I'd stay alive. For him. For myself. For her memories.

I promised I would.

I lied.

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~ END ~

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It was moving somewhat at a really fast pace. And it's probably my shortest piece yet. -.-;; It somehow describe my mood right now. A lot of things happened at home so I wasn't feeling too great when I did this. I wrote this in Chemistry Lab about 2-3 days after everything happened.

4/23/02