Disclaimer: I haven't done one of these in ages! The Weiss Boys belong to
Takehito-sama!!! And if anyone has fansubs of Gluhen, email! ~evil laugh!~
And please don't sue me for the last thing I just said.
Author's notes: Well, here it is! Six or five people asked for a sequel and today I decided I was going to give them one! I've also decided there's gonna be more of this, but hopefully the next part will take less time than this one did. Review plz!!! I need the ego boost people…
Ja ne!
Lilas~
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Buried Picture: Chapter 2
Three years, five months and 4 days.
That's how long it's been since I found that damn picture buried in my photo album. That's how long it's been since I last saw him. I miss him so much. It was hard to look him in the face that day without having the urge to ask him if he had any recollections whatsoever of our past together. I departed before everyone else. I just couldn't take the curiosity, and I wasn't about to actually ask him.
I've thought about throwing that picture away, but I've bought a frame for it and it's on my dinner table, next to the pictures of my family. Looking at them puts me to peace. It brings back happy memories, souvenirs untainted by blood and darkness. It's nice to be able to escape my prison once in awhile, even if only in my dreams.
I've been thinking about doing a reunion. I miss the guys. I miss Ran. I really miss Ran. And I've heard from Omi that Aya-chan is fairing well. I want to meet her too. I want to see a bit of Ran's past. A bit of who he used to be; a bit of the person I fell in love with. But maybe it's a bad idea. The urge to know my past has increased with each day and if I do meet him again, and with Aya-chan, my big mouth will probably take over and I'll blurt out a question best left unsaid.
Damn picture. It's staring at me. It's teasing me with impossible images and dreams. It's mocking me with snips of my past that I want to forget but seem unable to let go of.
Why?
I'm snapped out of my reverie at the sound of the door bell and scramble to make my way to the door, avoiding all the crap laying around the apartment. As I open the door, I stop dead in my tracks and forget to breathe. Kami- sama why didn't I clean my damn apartment last night when I thought about doing it?
"Hi Ken." His voice hasn't changed. Still deep and beautiful as it was three years ago.
A figure slides from behind him, two braids tilting with her blue dress- clad body. I stare at her and take in her pale skin, her violet eyes and then move my head back and forth from Ran's amused face to this girl standing behind him with a huge smile plastered on her face.
"A-Aya-chan?" There's no helping the stutter in my voice. They look so much alike!
"Ohayoo Ken-kun! Genki desu ka?" Her voice is soft and melodic, yet it has the quality of a child. No wonder Ran began killing for her.
"H-Hai… Genki desu." I can't do anything but stare at the pair of siblings. Does fate have such a sense of humor as to send these two knocking at my door when I'm just thinking about them?
"Ken… May we come in?"
I snap my head towards Ran and stare for a couple more seconds before realizing I'm being a horrible host. I groan inwardly but show a bright smile to them. Can't let Ran see my apartment. He'll have a fit. He'll go ballistic and start lecturing me on how I'm living in a pig's den and that I'm gonna catch some sort of new disease from all the different bacteria mating in my room.
"It can't be as messy as Aya's room." Did he just say that?
"Well, if you promise not to go bezerk, yeah. Sure. Come on in."
I haven't had one of the guys over in ages. Actually, last time I had one of them over my house was two years ago when Omi came to wish me happy birthday, but the kid's been so busy with college and everything else piled on top of him that he hasn't been over since; but we still call. I run in ahead of both of them, picking up several discarded items along the way. This can't be more embarrassing…
"Ken? Isn't this…"
I look up and blanch at what Ran is holding. Scratch that. This is way more embarrassing. What the hell is a condom doing on my floor? An open condom! A… Is it used?! Can't be! I'd have- K'so! The party last night! One of the guys must have… done… something with it. Oh, the horror! There is a condom on my floor and Ran picked it up. RAN!! The single man I love picked it up and now probably thinks I'm screwing someone!
"Er… It- It must be from one of the guys. There was a party here last night. My- My soccer team won and we decided to celebrate. I haven't had time to clean everything up. Is… Is it used?"
Ran simply discards the item in the garbage can and shrugs, sparing me from further humiliation. Aya just stands next to her brother, a sheepish grin on her lips as her pale features get a reddish tint, hinting at a blush. I grab a couple more articles and fly to my room, face red. What did I do to deserve this? At least I had the common sense to disinfect the couches last night after I threw away all the beer.
I take several deep breaths to calm myself down and once I think I'm ready to face the siblings, I open my room and walked back to the dining area, telling myself everything will go well from there on and that nothing else horrific can possibly… go… wrong… Why is Ran staring at my desk? And why is he reaching towards a frame on…
Oh… Oh! You must be kidding me. No way. No freaking way would he have noticed that damn picture. No…
"What's this?" He has…
I don't answer him. I can't answer him. What do you say to someone who finds an authentic picture of himself and his sister hugging a boy he thought he'd never met prior to nearly six years ago? What do you say to someone who's looking at a forgotten piece of his past? I look at the floor, brown bangs covering my eyes, never looking up as a feel two pairs of violet eyes looking at me questioningly. I'll have to answer them eventually… Might as well do it now.
"I… I found that… In one of my picture albums when I was packing…"
"… Three years ago?"
He sounds… I can't tell. This is so awkward. Why did I have to keep that piece of shit?! Why didn't I just throw it out and-
"So… we knew each other?"
I nod softly. What else is there to say? It isn't like we could ask anyone else for advice, for a reference. His parents are dead, my parents think I'm dead… Three childhood friends finding each other after the rollercoaster of life separated them. This can't be more ironic. Falling in love with my childhood friend… This just can't be funnier… It just…
Goddamn it! Why the hell am I crying then?! Why the hell am I chuckling?! They probably think I'm so weird… So messed up… I guess I am. I was hoping he'd remember. She'd remember. I was hoping… I was hoping for something. For anything…
"Ken?"
"I'm all right. I just… Don't mind me." Liar.
"I could ask your mother."
… What?! Did I hear that right? Aya-chan?
"Well, if we were friends when we were younger, then maybe your mom remembers me. Oniichan's told me about your… predicament Ken-kun."
Thank the gods for girls and their choice of words. Predicament is a nice way of putting my position in life. I can't help but look at her with what must be the most childish look I've ever pulled. Ran smiles while Aya giggles. I smile brightly, the tension evaporating from the room. I run to the kitchen and pull out a pen and a paper, scribbling down my mother's new address.
"Check up on Aijou for me, could you? I want to know how she's doing."
She nods, even though she probably has no idea who I'm referring to, and grabs the paper, waving as she walks out the door. I smile softly, staring at the door with a wistful expression. It didn't go as bad I imagined when Ran found the picture…
"Is this really you?"
"Of course! Who else?" I walk up to him and stand next to him, looking down at the framed picture.
"I don't know. You look so different. So much cuter."
"Well, excuse me for- Cute?"
Did he say I was cute? Did he mean I'm still cute- that he thinks I'm cute?! This is so not happening. And he is not blushing because he accidentally let that slip. And… he is not slowly putting down the picture frame and turning around, pinning me with his inescapable orchid eyes… And he is not leaning down and… and…
He's not kissing me. Not… Not kiss…
Oh my gods he's kissing me!
Me!
But… But how?
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End notes: HAHAHAH!!!!! I decided to stop here!
This is dedicated to Yaoke who got me hooked on Hockey today! Damn those N. Carolina! We'll beat them next time Yaoke!!
R&R and I'll write more!
*hugs and kisses*
Lilas~
Author's notes: Well, here it is! Six or five people asked for a sequel and today I decided I was going to give them one! I've also decided there's gonna be more of this, but hopefully the next part will take less time than this one did. Review plz!!! I need the ego boost people…
Ja ne!
Lilas~
******
Buried Picture: Chapter 2
Three years, five months and 4 days.
That's how long it's been since I found that damn picture buried in my photo album. That's how long it's been since I last saw him. I miss him so much. It was hard to look him in the face that day without having the urge to ask him if he had any recollections whatsoever of our past together. I departed before everyone else. I just couldn't take the curiosity, and I wasn't about to actually ask him.
I've thought about throwing that picture away, but I've bought a frame for it and it's on my dinner table, next to the pictures of my family. Looking at them puts me to peace. It brings back happy memories, souvenirs untainted by blood and darkness. It's nice to be able to escape my prison once in awhile, even if only in my dreams.
I've been thinking about doing a reunion. I miss the guys. I miss Ran. I really miss Ran. And I've heard from Omi that Aya-chan is fairing well. I want to meet her too. I want to see a bit of Ran's past. A bit of who he used to be; a bit of the person I fell in love with. But maybe it's a bad idea. The urge to know my past has increased with each day and if I do meet him again, and with Aya-chan, my big mouth will probably take over and I'll blurt out a question best left unsaid.
Damn picture. It's staring at me. It's teasing me with impossible images and dreams. It's mocking me with snips of my past that I want to forget but seem unable to let go of.
Why?
I'm snapped out of my reverie at the sound of the door bell and scramble to make my way to the door, avoiding all the crap laying around the apartment. As I open the door, I stop dead in my tracks and forget to breathe. Kami- sama why didn't I clean my damn apartment last night when I thought about doing it?
"Hi Ken." His voice hasn't changed. Still deep and beautiful as it was three years ago.
A figure slides from behind him, two braids tilting with her blue dress- clad body. I stare at her and take in her pale skin, her violet eyes and then move my head back and forth from Ran's amused face to this girl standing behind him with a huge smile plastered on her face.
"A-Aya-chan?" There's no helping the stutter in my voice. They look so much alike!
"Ohayoo Ken-kun! Genki desu ka?" Her voice is soft and melodic, yet it has the quality of a child. No wonder Ran began killing for her.
"H-Hai… Genki desu." I can't do anything but stare at the pair of siblings. Does fate have such a sense of humor as to send these two knocking at my door when I'm just thinking about them?
"Ken… May we come in?"
I snap my head towards Ran and stare for a couple more seconds before realizing I'm being a horrible host. I groan inwardly but show a bright smile to them. Can't let Ran see my apartment. He'll have a fit. He'll go ballistic and start lecturing me on how I'm living in a pig's den and that I'm gonna catch some sort of new disease from all the different bacteria mating in my room.
"It can't be as messy as Aya's room." Did he just say that?
"Well, if you promise not to go bezerk, yeah. Sure. Come on in."
I haven't had one of the guys over in ages. Actually, last time I had one of them over my house was two years ago when Omi came to wish me happy birthday, but the kid's been so busy with college and everything else piled on top of him that he hasn't been over since; but we still call. I run in ahead of both of them, picking up several discarded items along the way. This can't be more embarrassing…
"Ken? Isn't this…"
I look up and blanch at what Ran is holding. Scratch that. This is way more embarrassing. What the hell is a condom doing on my floor? An open condom! A… Is it used?! Can't be! I'd have- K'so! The party last night! One of the guys must have… done… something with it. Oh, the horror! There is a condom on my floor and Ran picked it up. RAN!! The single man I love picked it up and now probably thinks I'm screwing someone!
"Er… It- It must be from one of the guys. There was a party here last night. My- My soccer team won and we decided to celebrate. I haven't had time to clean everything up. Is… Is it used?"
Ran simply discards the item in the garbage can and shrugs, sparing me from further humiliation. Aya just stands next to her brother, a sheepish grin on her lips as her pale features get a reddish tint, hinting at a blush. I grab a couple more articles and fly to my room, face red. What did I do to deserve this? At least I had the common sense to disinfect the couches last night after I threw away all the beer.
I take several deep breaths to calm myself down and once I think I'm ready to face the siblings, I open my room and walked back to the dining area, telling myself everything will go well from there on and that nothing else horrific can possibly… go… wrong… Why is Ran staring at my desk? And why is he reaching towards a frame on…
Oh… Oh! You must be kidding me. No way. No freaking way would he have noticed that damn picture. No…
"What's this?" He has…
I don't answer him. I can't answer him. What do you say to someone who finds an authentic picture of himself and his sister hugging a boy he thought he'd never met prior to nearly six years ago? What do you say to someone who's looking at a forgotten piece of his past? I look at the floor, brown bangs covering my eyes, never looking up as a feel two pairs of violet eyes looking at me questioningly. I'll have to answer them eventually… Might as well do it now.
"I… I found that… In one of my picture albums when I was packing…"
"… Three years ago?"
He sounds… I can't tell. This is so awkward. Why did I have to keep that piece of shit?! Why didn't I just throw it out and-
"So… we knew each other?"
I nod softly. What else is there to say? It isn't like we could ask anyone else for advice, for a reference. His parents are dead, my parents think I'm dead… Three childhood friends finding each other after the rollercoaster of life separated them. This can't be more ironic. Falling in love with my childhood friend… This just can't be funnier… It just…
Goddamn it! Why the hell am I crying then?! Why the hell am I chuckling?! They probably think I'm so weird… So messed up… I guess I am. I was hoping he'd remember. She'd remember. I was hoping… I was hoping for something. For anything…
"Ken?"
"I'm all right. I just… Don't mind me." Liar.
"I could ask your mother."
… What?! Did I hear that right? Aya-chan?
"Well, if we were friends when we were younger, then maybe your mom remembers me. Oniichan's told me about your… predicament Ken-kun."
Thank the gods for girls and their choice of words. Predicament is a nice way of putting my position in life. I can't help but look at her with what must be the most childish look I've ever pulled. Ran smiles while Aya giggles. I smile brightly, the tension evaporating from the room. I run to the kitchen and pull out a pen and a paper, scribbling down my mother's new address.
"Check up on Aijou for me, could you? I want to know how she's doing."
She nods, even though she probably has no idea who I'm referring to, and grabs the paper, waving as she walks out the door. I smile softly, staring at the door with a wistful expression. It didn't go as bad I imagined when Ran found the picture…
"Is this really you?"
"Of course! Who else?" I walk up to him and stand next to him, looking down at the framed picture.
"I don't know. You look so different. So much cuter."
"Well, excuse me for- Cute?"
Did he say I was cute? Did he mean I'm still cute- that he thinks I'm cute?! This is so not happening. And he is not blushing because he accidentally let that slip. And… he is not slowly putting down the picture frame and turning around, pinning me with his inescapable orchid eyes… And he is not leaning down and… and…
He's not kissing me. Not… Not kiss…
Oh my gods he's kissing me!
Me!
But… But how?
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End notes: HAHAHAH!!!!! I decided to stop here!
This is dedicated to Yaoke who got me hooked on Hockey today! Damn those N. Carolina! We'll beat them next time Yaoke!!
R&R and I'll write more!
*hugs and kisses*
Lilas~
