Kage: Alright, so far so good. I plan to keep a steady posting routine and hopefully it works. Thank you for the review and I've also noticed how many people are watching this fic so that makes me just as happy to se.
A lot of questions and wonders will be answered, just be patience and enjoy the story. It'll unfold for you, I promise. X3 Sorry for the short chapters, they should start to get longer.
Last but not least I want to thank my co-writer who has proof read all my work to make sure it makes sense. lol
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz.
There's hope, One Last Chance
Destroying Lives,
Creating Hope,
Finally Fulfilled
Chapter 2:
The day went by as it normally did, aside from the fact that I was tired as hell and anxiety was killing me. As soon as my shift was up, I cleaned up, clocked out and left. The only thing that was on my mind was Nagi. Hopefully I wasn't too suspicious around everyone, but some things just slip out, you know?
Back at my apartment, after parking my bike, I nearly ran up the two flights of stairs. Fondling with my keys, I finally got the door open. Discarding shoes, helmet and gloves, I made my way to the bedroom. Butterflies filled my stomach, as I opened the door. Why am I so nervous?
… That's why…
Looking the bed, I peer into two dark blue, glazed eyes. He didn't look too happy. Slowly walking towards him, I can see him tensing and so was I. What was I expecting? Oh crap, his powers! I completely forgot! Man, I had to be the one to rescue the telekinetic. As far as I know he hasn't tried to attack me yet, that's a good thing, so far so good.
"How are you feeling?" I break the silence. He doesn't respond, just stares blankly. Shifting from foot to foot, I decide to sit back in the chair next to the bed. He proceeds to inch away from me but cringes. "Careful, you got hurt pretty bad."
"Don't play with me Weiβ." He whispers sharply. He's very precautious and it is understandable after all.
"I'm not playing I'm just trying to help." I can see his discomfort and keep going with the explanation. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to trust me-"
"I don't" He cuts in but I continue anyway. "As for Weiβ, they don't know you're here or even alive. Only I do, and I plan to keep it that way. You don't have to stay here either, you can leave whenever you'd like but it might be wise to wait until you're healed."
I stopped there, letting him digest the information. I think I've said enough but he still doesn't respond. He just looked down on the sheets in his lap. He must have had a painful time sitting up while I was gone. Heck, he might be hungry or need to use the bathroom too.
Standing up, I can feel his gaze watching me. "I'm sure you're hungry, so I'm going to make dinner. The bathroom's across the hall and the rest of the place is free to roam." "What about Weiβ?" I smiled. "I already told you, they don't know about you and this is my apartment." I made sure to emphasized on the 'my apartment' thing and headed to the kitchen.
Hopefully he can get up ok if need be. But damn was it hard to handle even that brief encounter with him and why didn't he use his powers? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but was he even trying? I know he was a little apprehensive around me but maybe not enough to feel threatened by me, not without the rest of Weiβ around anyway.
Oh well, I don't want to make him feel threatened anyhow, other wise I wouldn't be risking my life for his. Now, down to business, what to make? Never mind, what do I have in these cupboards is the most important question. I'll probably have to go grocery shopping tomorrow. Hm… rice and miso soup doesn't sound too bad, and it shouldn't take too long.
Getting the rice and spices ready, I needed a few minutes to burn while the rice cooked. Looking around the kitchen I noticed what was protruding from the sink. Damn, I need a maid. For now I guess doing the dishes will pass some time. Not as many as I though, just stacked oddly, so I finish in a timely fashion. Grabbing a small towel, I begin to dry my hands looking around the kitchen again.
I noticed the rice is almost done, but something catches my attention by the door before I could tend to it. It was Nagi. He was leaning on the door frame examining the room I was in. He glared at me for a second before catching a glimpse of the front door. He wasn't thinking what I'm thinking is he?
Suddenly, he turns back to me still leaning and in full glare; as if telling me to mind my own business. I shrug and decide to carry on with dinner and let him choose. I mean, it's not like I'm forcing him to stay here. As I begin to stir the soup I hear a few quickened steps followed by a sharp plop and small squeak… He ran and he fell…he fell!
Turning around and rushing to the floor next to him, I nearly knock the pots off the stove. Oh hell, I hope he's alright! "Hey, are you alri-?"
"Don't touch me!" He pushes my hands away, but not invisibly like expected, but with his own. His messy brown hair fell limp over his face as he looks at the floor. He looks in pain, both mental and physical.
I don't know what to do. I don't want to insult his pride but he needs help, but I don't want to make him anymore more upset than he already is. God, the dilemmas! Weigh your options Hidaka! Ok, here we go. "Listen, just relax until your better then you can freely leave. In this condition you wouldn't last"
"I need to know." Wow, that was unexpected. He talked back? But wait… "Need to know what?" He went quiet again, his hands clenched tightly. "If they're still in this world. If they didn't leave me."
"Who?" I waited for a reply but nothing came. I suppose I was lucky he even spoke at all, right? Dropping the question, I proposed he take a shower and come down for dinner.
Standing up slowly and exiting back into the hallway was his only response. It didn't bother me though, with the given situation and his personality, this was a blessing thus far. Thankfully, he took my offer. I'm sure after a nice warm shower; he'll feel a little better and probably look more like himself. Wait! Not again, I forgot something important again! Clothes!
He has none besides what he's wearing and those aren't exactly recoverable. Turning the stove on low, I ran back to my bedroom. There had to something of mine he could wear, even if it's too big, just for now. It'd be better then changing back into the blood- crusted, tattered garments he came here in. I'll make a mental note to snag some of Omi's clothes tomorrow.
I'm sure his clothes will fit Nagi better than mine will. Oh well, for now I guess these pajamas will have to do since it's the smallest thing I own. They kind of remind me of scrubs in color but with long sleeves. Hopefully he doesn't care at the fact they're pajamas. Last thing I need is for him to think I'm a pervert or something.
Hm…I guess I could leave it on the floor in front of the bathroom since I can't think of any other way to give it to him. He's not like my friends, so I don't think he'd appreciate me coming in when he's naked nor does it feel right. Exiting my room, I hear the water shut off just I reach the door. Well that's convenient.
Knocking lightly, I don't' hear anything inside. All movements stopped. "I'm sure you don't want to dress in your old clothes for obvious reasons so I dug up the only outfit I have that might fit you. Tomorrow I'll try to get you a better selection." He still doesn't respond, so I just place the outfit on the floor and head to the kitchen.
Food's almost done; anyone could smell it even down the hallway. Despite moving into this place less than five months ago, I don't have much. Luckily there are enough dishes for Nagi and I to last for at least a day without having to wash or rewash any. Setting the small table for two, Nagi once again appeared in the doorway of the hallways and kitchen.
His expression still the same as before but clean silky brown strands of hair now clung to his face. His pale skin, now clean but still tainted, was covered by the baggy pajamas. He reminded me of a porcelain doll with sea blue eyes and almost angelic features. He seemed young, and so full of emotion.
In all honesty, he resembles a cute young adult, or maybe it's just me fantasizing…Holy shit! I'm fantasizing about him! I try to shake the blush away as he approaches the table. He sits down quietly, keeping his hands in his lap as he stares at his food. I sit down across from him and begin to eat. He wouldn't move though. I was about to saying something just to break the mood but he began first.
"I don't know why you're doing this, but I suppose I shouldn't ask why. I probably should be dead but them…who knows." It finally hits me! Good lord has this been the slowest week for me! Dumbest more like it, but still. "Your friends?" He looked surprised by how I addressed his team. Quickly regaining his posture again, he looked back at his plate.
"Yes." A small hint of pain was notable in his words. He's definitely hurting inside; his friends...where are they? I think a moment…those clothes where I found him! "What happened?" I ask finally, and yes, I'm blunt about it. People call me stupid to cover the fact I'm extremely blunt, but I don't mind really. Focusing on Nagi, I stop eating, hoping he'll answer.
Putting him in the spotlight seemed to work surprisingly: he sighed heavily seeming to calculate his thoughts into logical sentences. Just as my hopes began to rise, they were shot down immediately. "It's none of your business." He snapped and started to eat.
Well that got me no where, but one plus, at least he's eating. Can't wish for too much at a time I suppose. After his last comment, we finished our food in silence. As I began to clean up and wash the newly dirtied dishes, he exited the kitchen and sat on the living room couch. To me, he still seemed tense…damn I wish I could help him! What's even better is that I have work again tomorrow.
It's not that I don't trust him, but he's awake now. Probably in a great deal of pain and might get bored if he's anything like our little team genius. Around 8 pm, I finally finished all my daily chores which I neglected to do since Nagi came. Didn't take too long, compared to some nights though.
Entering the room the younger brunet had a few hours ago, I find him cuddled up on the couch, asleep with a magazine nestled into his lap. He looks so content and at peace, even gentle looking. I find myself smiling at the boys sleeping form. My eyes scan his body, seeing the few bandages on his face, neck and any parts showing around the clothes. They'll need to be redone and replaced probably sometime tomorrow.
Feeling a little more relaxed I guess you could call it; I grabbed a blanket from the closet and rested it over him. I wouldn't be able to avoid work tomorrow, or face Omi's questions, but if I can come home to see this, I'm fine. Turning to Nagi one more time, he only slightly shifted position to pull the blanket more comfortably around himself; I decided to head to my room for some much needed rest.