Notes: Thank you to kichi, Maegvasaiel, and fire mystic for leaving me such nice comments.
This is another of my personal favorites of my angst drabbles. It takes place in Side B-era (or some equivalent), but you don't really need to know that much about Side B for it to make sense. Pretty much, it's after Yohji has lost his memory, and Aya has gone far away and joined another team.
Also, this drabble is dedicated to fire mystic. A very happy (early) birthday to you, for being one of the most awesome people pretty much ever. Thank you for being so encouraging on my Weiss fics, and for bringing us such amazing, angsty, fluffy, painful, beautiful and/or harsh fics. I know your birthday's tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I'll be online tomorrow, so, even though it's early, here's to you~
The Lost Boy
His teammates stare when he gets like this, and he knows but fails to care.
They whisper among themselves about what exactly is wrong.
He knows. His performance has lagged just a bit, and he stares into the distance and withdraws back into himself.
He can't help it, though. Every so often it tugs at him, faint and frail, but inescapably there and still painful.
He never tells them about his Neverland that he left behind, because they don't need to know, nor would they understand.
They wonder why he's lost.
The better question, he thinks, is who he's lost.