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Title: Stabbing the Reflection
Series: Weiß Kreuz / White Cross
Plot: Yoji remembers his childhood. This one is
probably the deepest piece that I've written for
FanFiction.Net, so don't expect my usual humor.
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BREATH~
It was early morning. Yoji scuffed his shoes on the carpeted
floor returning for slumber after a night in the clubs, and halted
by his open door. He rested his back on the cold wall with the
throbbing beat of the music still pulsing in his skull. This dull
hallway reminded him of something, but he couldn't remember
what. He couldn't remember much these days. He couldn't even
remember where he went to school. Did he even go to school?
He couldn't be bothered to try remembering.
He took a long drag from his cigarette, feeling the warm
cloud enter him. Comfort him.
Omi walked out of his room. Probably wanting something to
eat, after hours of 'research'. What was he even doing up at
this time of morning? He shook his head at the tall blonde, and
mumbled something about lung cancer. The older man just
gave him an odd look from shaded eyes, and took another puff.
Lung cancer wasn't gonna do anything to him. They had cures
for that sorta thing, right?
Oh well. He flicked at the cigarette with his thumb and
frowned, disappointed that it was nearly burnt out. He walked
into his room and tossed it into a small rubbish bin beside his
door, then threw himself lazily onto his bed, which wasn't even
made.
He rolled onto his stomach and arched his back like a cobra,
resting his weight on his hands. He reached up with one hand
and pulled his sunglasses off his face, folding them against his
chest, and putting them down.
He lay back down, and fell asleep.
--!DREAM SEQUENCE!--
He was in his room, in his little bed. He was only a little boy. He
heard a scream, and looked up from his toy bunny. In the
hallway.
He got out of bed, clutching his bunny, and walked into the dull
hallway. A woman backed into the hallway, crying and bruised.
"Mom…?" the boy whimpered.
She turned to him with tears and blood in her eyes. "… Go back
to bed…"
A tall man stumbled into the hallway, with clenched hands. He
hit her across the head with an empty bottle of whiskey.
He was drunk again.
"Daddy! Stop it, daddy!"
He turned to the boy with clouded eyes, and stumbled forward.
--!END DREAM SEQUENCE!--
Yoji woke up kicking and screaming.
Sweating.
He fell back onto the bed, someone pinning him down by the
shoulders. He gasped for air from behind the sweat-dripped
hair that had matted over his panicking, screaming face.
Omi pushed back the stray hair, and shook the man's
shoulder lightly. "Yoji? Yoji, it's okay. It was all a dream."
Ken was still holding the man down by his shoulders. He had
never seen Yoji like this, and couldn't tell whether he was just
freaked or had gone insane. Aya stood in the doorway, wearing
his apron, and his constant emotionless face.
Yoji clutched onto the shirt of the boy holding him and
breathed quickly. "Ken…? …Omi?" He asked, half in disbelief.
Omi nodded, and Ken frowned.
"Are you okay, Yoji?" Asked the little one.
Yoji sat up and nodded, taking a deep breath and ruffling the
small boy's hair. "I'm fine kiddo… Just a little shaken up."
Omi looked at him with big, concerned blue eyes. Yoji threw
his legs over the side of his bed and leaned forward with his
elbows on his thighs. They left him to get ready for work.
He had a quick shower, washed his hair, and put on the new
clothes he'd bought the day before. He brushed his wavy hair
quickly and tied it back with his favorite elastic. He walked back
into his room and slid his shades up his nose. Yoji stepped out
into the hallway, with his head heavy and jumbled.
"Have a nice sleep?" Asked Aya, with his usual cold tone.
Yoji punched him.
Hard.
In the jaw.
He sent the red-head reeling. And confused.
'It's about time someone did that,' Yoji thought to himself.
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NEXT CHAPTER: One word, "shrink".
AUTHOR'S WASTE OF SPACE: Please review???
CHAPTER INSPIRING QUOTE:
"In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree."
William Blake's Poison Tree
.: a d u i a l :.
Title: Stabbing the Reflection
Series: Weiß Kreuz / White Cross
Plot: Yoji remembers his childhood. This one is
probably the deepest piece that I've written for
FanFiction.Net, so don't expect my usual humor.
---------------------------------
BREATH~
It was early morning. Yoji scuffed his shoes on the carpeted
floor returning for slumber after a night in the clubs, and halted
by his open door. He rested his back on the cold wall with the
throbbing beat of the music still pulsing in his skull. This dull
hallway reminded him of something, but he couldn't remember
what. He couldn't remember much these days. He couldn't even
remember where he went to school. Did he even go to school?
He couldn't be bothered to try remembering.
He took a long drag from his cigarette, feeling the warm
cloud enter him. Comfort him.
Omi walked out of his room. Probably wanting something to
eat, after hours of 'research'. What was he even doing up at
this time of morning? He shook his head at the tall blonde, and
mumbled something about lung cancer. The older man just
gave him an odd look from shaded eyes, and took another puff.
Lung cancer wasn't gonna do anything to him. They had cures
for that sorta thing, right?
Oh well. He flicked at the cigarette with his thumb and
frowned, disappointed that it was nearly burnt out. He walked
into his room and tossed it into a small rubbish bin beside his
door, then threw himself lazily onto his bed, which wasn't even
made.
He rolled onto his stomach and arched his back like a cobra,
resting his weight on his hands. He reached up with one hand
and pulled his sunglasses off his face, folding them against his
chest, and putting them down.
He lay back down, and fell asleep.
--!DREAM SEQUENCE!--
He was in his room, in his little bed. He was only a little boy. He
heard a scream, and looked up from his toy bunny. In the
hallway.
He got out of bed, clutching his bunny, and walked into the dull
hallway. A woman backed into the hallway, crying and bruised.
"Mom…?" the boy whimpered.
She turned to him with tears and blood in her eyes. "… Go back
to bed…"
A tall man stumbled into the hallway, with clenched hands. He
hit her across the head with an empty bottle of whiskey.
He was drunk again.
"Daddy! Stop it, daddy!"
He turned to the boy with clouded eyes, and stumbled forward.
--!END DREAM SEQUENCE!--
Yoji woke up kicking and screaming.
Sweating.
He fell back onto the bed, someone pinning him down by the
shoulders. He gasped for air from behind the sweat-dripped
hair that had matted over his panicking, screaming face.
Omi pushed back the stray hair, and shook the man's
shoulder lightly. "Yoji? Yoji, it's okay. It was all a dream."
Ken was still holding the man down by his shoulders. He had
never seen Yoji like this, and couldn't tell whether he was just
freaked or had gone insane. Aya stood in the doorway, wearing
his apron, and his constant emotionless face.
Yoji clutched onto the shirt of the boy holding him and
breathed quickly. "Ken…? …Omi?" He asked, half in disbelief.
Omi nodded, and Ken frowned.
"Are you okay, Yoji?" Asked the little one.
Yoji sat up and nodded, taking a deep breath and ruffling the
small boy's hair. "I'm fine kiddo… Just a little shaken up."
Omi looked at him with big, concerned blue eyes. Yoji threw
his legs over the side of his bed and leaned forward with his
elbows on his thighs. They left him to get ready for work.
He had a quick shower, washed his hair, and put on the new
clothes he'd bought the day before. He brushed his wavy hair
quickly and tied it back with his favorite elastic. He walked back
into his room and slid his shades up his nose. Yoji stepped out
into the hallway, with his head heavy and jumbled.
"Have a nice sleep?" Asked Aya, with his usual cold tone.
Yoji punched him.
Hard.
In the jaw.
He sent the red-head reeling. And confused.
'It's about time someone did that,' Yoji thought to himself.
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NEXT CHAPTER: One word, "shrink".
AUTHOR'S WASTE OF SPACE: Please review???
CHAPTER INSPIRING QUOTE:
"In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree."
William Blake's Poison Tree
.: a d u i a l :.