Author's Note: This story is in an odd sort of style, but I think I like it pretty well. It's from first person POV, both Yohji and Aya... in later chapters we'll hit some 3rd person, but oh well. Please review and tell me what you think... btw, when it says A or Y it is breaking to another point in the story and switching to Aya or Yotan's POV.

Disclaimer: These characters are in no way mine, nor will they ever be, and I am in no way making money or reaping any benefits other than (hopefully) praise and constructive criticism on my writing.

A Sort of Abandonment

by Uisge Sgriobhaiche

Kudou Yohji 8-26-9:55a

A fucking journal. But, the books, the websites, the shows, even Kaili, they all say that a journal will help. Not only will you remember dreams better after getting in the habit of writing about them, it will help to deal and understand dreams. And Kaili Williams is never wrong, just ask her. American mentality can be annoying.

Better than just sitting back to let you haunt me.

Kudou Yohji 8-27-2:26a

Who are you and why do I dream of you? No one could be so perfect as you seem...

For two weeks you have haunted me, visiting my dreams with no invitation. Standing there, leaning against the doorway, a sheathed katana in your pale, slender hands as you stare at me, watching me.

How clearly you appear to me! I wake, remembering every detail of you, and simultaneously trying to recall the details as they begin to fade, as if you are here in my head, erasing the memories.

Red hair- roses, blood, deep crimson, an inhuman color that portrays violence and a deep passion. Short, eartails. Tall, but not quite my height, as the chips in the door frame are at your eyes, while I look down on them. Pale, slim, muscular... leather pants, black shirt, clinging.

Your eyes downcast, they catch mine in a glimmer of violet. I am not poetic, but your image demands to be portrayed poetically, and something in my tries to do you justice.

Who are you? My guardian angel, my own personal demon?

Kudou Yohji 8-30-10a

It was different. You, and two others. A teenager, eyes so bright that even in my dream I instinctively reached for my sunglasses to find them absent.. The other an athlete, muscular and short... younger than me, perhaps your age, a brunette.

And you. Your lips glistened.

Kudou Yohji 8-31-11:12a

Shirtless. Amazing, fucking amazing. I ran my fingers along your scarred chest, your pale skin almost translucent.

I woke to pain... my own scars. I didn't know scars could hurt.

Where have I gotten my scars, anyway? PI business can get dangerous, did get dangerous, I lost her to it... but I did not get all of these scars in the process. Impossible.

Kudou Yohji 9-3-11:02p

Four white, four black... silhouettes become clear. You three and myself, carrying wire, katana, darts, and bugnuks. Four more, the black figures, one with black hair and glinting glasses, fighting stance, in front of you. White hair, cyclops, scarred to a point where you must wonder if a human can lose that much blood and live, in front of the athlete. The name Ken, resonating in my ears- the cyclops? The teenager is with another teenager, a vibe of power is coming from him. In front of me, growling, orange hair, thick German voice, yells "Fujiyama" and something I do not understand or fully make out.

Are these my scars begging for meaning?

Kudou Yohji 9-7-8p

Kaili woke me from a nap on the couch. She said I was yelling in German, then in English. Says that I was yelling "Fujiyama! Hell will see him reign!"

I remember fighting, but I won...

My scars ache of a pain that has long since passed.

Kudou Yohji 9-8-5:39p

Kaili took me into town with her. She went to a dress shop, asked me to pick up something at a bakery for her. I passed a flower shop on my way, and as I peaked in the windows, there you were.

Your violet eyes- just as I remember- burned into me. Recognition, you dropped a vase of orchids. Kaili caught up to me, pulled me off before either of us could fully react.

You are not my imagination, not a ghost... who are you?

Kudou Yohji 9-8-11:54p

I will seek you out tomorrow.

A

I held the book, fingers splayed out over the open pages. I had seen the leather bound journal lying on the sidewalk, and rescued it from a rain shower. I assumed one of the school girls dropped it. I opened to the first page, seeking a name, and I found you. The latest entry was yesterday, saying that you would come back. It was your scrawl, your hurried and impatient scrawl.

I watched for you for the rest of the day, and Ken had begun to close up around me, making slight jokes at me about the 'school girl' journal I had found. I read your discarded journal as if it held the secrets to the universe. Maybe it did. I scoured that journal, looking for any clue.

I needed to find you.

The orchids I had ruined yesterday... I had seen you. It hadn't been my imagination, not like the past four times.

Y

I lost the journal. I lost it. Dropped it when the flood of school girls had come toward the flower shop, and I had ducked out of the way. Afraid you would see me and I wouldn't know how to react.

Kaili is on spending the day with some girl she picked up online. I am alone today, trying to work up the nerve to visit you. To retrieve my journal.

A

I woke Omi up from his nap. He hadn't gotten to sleep until midnight, up researching for a mission. He got up early, 7, to open. I let him sleep until my idea struck me. At 9 I woke him.

"Omi, no one has claimed this book, but there is a name. Can you look the girl up for me, online? An address so that I can return her journal?"

"Ohh... unh... ah, yes, Aya-kun... the name?"

"Kaili Williams."

He had the address for me in ten minutes. It is an hour's drive from here.

I will be there in thirty minutes.

Soon... and I would be with... with you...

To Be Continued

Author's Note: Okay, I have more but I want reviews... will post more later! Please review, bad or good!