I write weird things…….^^;
And this is from Aya's point of view.
I sighed, fiddling with my keys, I really hadn't intended on being home so early, but the mission ended sooner then I thought, and I couldn't go see…her…like this. Opening the door, and seeing the darkness in side I concluded that no one was home. Walking in, I saw the note scrawled on the post it board on the fridge.
Hey oh silent one, the chibi and me have gone out for the evening and Ken's off who knows where. House is yours! ^^ Have fun for once, ne?
Youji
Hmm, I have the house to myself, you know, that doesn't happen offt---My musings were interrupted by a huge crash from upstairs. Going into stealth mode, I grabbed my Katana and silently went up, searching for the source of the noise. There, there it is again…it sounds like breaking glass.
At the top of the stairs I stop, listening for more specific directions.
CRAAASSSSSSSHHH!!!! Ok, can't get any more specific then that, its coming from Ken's room.
I'm not really that worried now, Ken is extremely clumsy, however, I do have to go check. The crashing gets louder as I go closer, its almost…methodical in pattern. Now I was worried again, Ken was anything but methodical.
Slowly I slip in through the door, its dark there too, but I can see well enough to avoid the mess that he calls a room from his bathroom light, since that door is slightly ajar. Silently, I head in.
What I saw, peering around that door was utterly stunning. There was broken glass, every where, all around would not be exaggerating it. Glass from the window, glass from various little ornaments, and most of all, the glass from the large mirror. The whole mirror was in shards on the floor, reduced to those sad little reflective specks. In the middle of all that white chaos, sat Ken, whose cloths and blood were the only colour left in that room.
My eyes widened in shock. The first thing that came to mind was about how utterly calm he looked…totally zoned out, but calm. Like the eye of a tornado or hurricane.
Maybe it isn't the best decision in the world, but I go in, not noticing the glass that shatters even more underneath my still booted feet. I went over, but he didn't even acknowledge my presence, I don't think he knew I was there. That's how far into himself he had gone. I knelt down to his level and gazed worriedly into his blank eyes. No, he didn't know I was there at all. He isn't there himself.
Cautiously, I reach out, and my hand comes in contact with warm slickness. Right, the blood, id forgotten that he was hurt. Something in me tells me that I have to be gentle if I'm going to do anything at all. Grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink, I pulled him up. No response, but I wasn't expecting one, not yet anyway. I frowned, his skin is unusualy cold, I'm gonna chalk it up to emotional drain for now, but I will consider other possibilities.
Some how, we make it through the mess on his floor, and I set him down on the bed, sitting against the wall. Then I lay his hands out before me. I look at him, absently wrapping up his ruined and slashed hands, only to see the child like innocence that still holds predominance over his features. Suddenly, I want him back. I want to see those eyes come to life again. For the first time since I got there, I speak.
"Ken?" I ask, looking for any response what so ever. Well, I got one. His head whipped towards me, and I grabbed his wrists before he could bring them up. Again, I spoke.
"Ken, why?" there, neat, simple, direct. For a minute I thought he would struggle and rail against me, demanding to be let go of and left alone…but he didn't. His head went down and his shoulders shook as he started to cry.
"I feel so alone…all the destruction makes me feel better, because it reminds me that someone is still there…"
I'm honestly surprised, but then again, I shouldn't be. You are alone, Youji and Omi have their friends and each other, and I have my sister. But you, you don't have anyone do you? Not any more at least. Looking at his hands again, I notice old scars line them, matching the new ones you made tonight. I think back to all those times that he's bought a new mirror, or has come down with bandages on his hands, attributing it all to a fall, due to his overwhelming clumsyness. He's still crying, head down so I cant see. I gatherd him close, offering silent, non questioning comfort. He accepts and clings as his world keeps on breaking.
"So this is how you shatter."
And this is from Aya's point of view.
I sighed, fiddling with my keys, I really hadn't intended on being home so early, but the mission ended sooner then I thought, and I couldn't go see…her…like this. Opening the door, and seeing the darkness in side I concluded that no one was home. Walking in, I saw the note scrawled on the post it board on the fridge.
Hey oh silent one, the chibi and me have gone out for the evening and Ken's off who knows where. House is yours! ^^ Have fun for once, ne?
Youji
Hmm, I have the house to myself, you know, that doesn't happen offt---My musings were interrupted by a huge crash from upstairs. Going into stealth mode, I grabbed my Katana and silently went up, searching for the source of the noise. There, there it is again…it sounds like breaking glass.
At the top of the stairs I stop, listening for more specific directions.
CRAAASSSSSSSHHH!!!! Ok, can't get any more specific then that, its coming from Ken's room.
I'm not really that worried now, Ken is extremely clumsy, however, I do have to go check. The crashing gets louder as I go closer, its almost…methodical in pattern. Now I was worried again, Ken was anything but methodical.
Slowly I slip in through the door, its dark there too, but I can see well enough to avoid the mess that he calls a room from his bathroom light, since that door is slightly ajar. Silently, I head in.
What I saw, peering around that door was utterly stunning. There was broken glass, every where, all around would not be exaggerating it. Glass from the window, glass from various little ornaments, and most of all, the glass from the large mirror. The whole mirror was in shards on the floor, reduced to those sad little reflective specks. In the middle of all that white chaos, sat Ken, whose cloths and blood were the only colour left in that room.
My eyes widened in shock. The first thing that came to mind was about how utterly calm he looked…totally zoned out, but calm. Like the eye of a tornado or hurricane.
Maybe it isn't the best decision in the world, but I go in, not noticing the glass that shatters even more underneath my still booted feet. I went over, but he didn't even acknowledge my presence, I don't think he knew I was there. That's how far into himself he had gone. I knelt down to his level and gazed worriedly into his blank eyes. No, he didn't know I was there at all. He isn't there himself.
Cautiously, I reach out, and my hand comes in contact with warm slickness. Right, the blood, id forgotten that he was hurt. Something in me tells me that I have to be gentle if I'm going to do anything at all. Grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink, I pulled him up. No response, but I wasn't expecting one, not yet anyway. I frowned, his skin is unusualy cold, I'm gonna chalk it up to emotional drain for now, but I will consider other possibilities.
Some how, we make it through the mess on his floor, and I set him down on the bed, sitting against the wall. Then I lay his hands out before me. I look at him, absently wrapping up his ruined and slashed hands, only to see the child like innocence that still holds predominance over his features. Suddenly, I want him back. I want to see those eyes come to life again. For the first time since I got there, I speak.
"Ken?" I ask, looking for any response what so ever. Well, I got one. His head whipped towards me, and I grabbed his wrists before he could bring them up. Again, I spoke.
"Ken, why?" there, neat, simple, direct. For a minute I thought he would struggle and rail against me, demanding to be let go of and left alone…but he didn't. His head went down and his shoulders shook as he started to cry.
"I feel so alone…all the destruction makes me feel better, because it reminds me that someone is still there…"
I'm honestly surprised, but then again, I shouldn't be. You are alone, Youji and Omi have their friends and each other, and I have my sister. But you, you don't have anyone do you? Not any more at least. Looking at his hands again, I notice old scars line them, matching the new ones you made tonight. I think back to all those times that he's bought a new mirror, or has come down with bandages on his hands, attributing it all to a fall, due to his overwhelming clumsyness. He's still crying, head down so I cant see. I gatherd him close, offering silent, non questioning comfort. He accepts and clings as his world keeps on breaking.
"So this is how you shatter."