Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: Despite Everything
Type: 3/?, Series
Teaser: Two beings fall in forbidden love. Overcoming the barrier of time, they have been granted three chances to find each other again in their reincarnated lives. But twice they have failed. This is their last chance. Will they be able to recognize each other before it is too late?
Rating: PG –13 (to be safe…)
Spoilers:
Warnings: Shonen Ai, AU, definitely AU!
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine…will never be mine but damn if that'll stop me from torturing their lives in my fics...
Keywords: AyaxKen, Aya, Ken
Minna-san! waves
at you all> can anyone still remember this one? ^o^ It was my supposed
valentine offering ahohoho! Anyway, I hope you guys still like this ne?
Lessee I need
to say something..oh right […..] – denotes subconscious thought. And I
mean non-conscious in its truest sense. >. I'mnot making any sense
am I? Ah well! Thank you to everyone who wanted to still see this. ^o^
Now I'll stop babbling and let you read in peace.
Despite Everything
Part 3
Trois: Beginning Anew
"Sayonara, Ken-niisan! Next week again ne?"
"Hai, hai! Now scoot you guys or your parents will have your Ken-niisan's hide ne? And then nothing will be left for next week. Sayonara! And take care on your way home, minna-san…"
I wave energetically until the last of them finally leave the field. And after the last pigtail and pudgy hand finally disappears from the ridge, I flop down onto the grass, tucking my hands behind my head to enjoy the last few minutes of sunlight.
I love the sun and I adore watching it. Anytime of the day. Sunrise if I can rise early enough, which doesn't happen often, I might add. Sunsets, always, especially when I finish soccer practice with the kids.
One might call it an obsession. This fixation on the sun. Youji calls me crazy for loving it. But then again Youji is more of a night creature than anything else so I disregard his opinion.
Watching the sun makes me feel alive and warm all over. Having the sun's rays touch my face stirs something inside of me that vaguely remembers a time and place when I was perpetually in sunlight. Or maybe I'm just being delusional.
In any case, it revitalizes me especially after missions. And goodness knows how cold I feel after each mission. Sometimes I feel that this life does not suit me at all. I sigh.
No, I don't want to think about that at all. I need to think of something else. Like my little charges…aa, the little bratlings. I love them dearly eventhough sometimes I feel like pulling my hair out in frustration at their antics. They are little angels, complete with hidden horns and tails.
"Oi, Ken-niisan!"
I blink in surprise as I identify the voice.
"Aki? Why are you still here?"
The red-topped bundle flops down beside me and smiles at me with her gap-toothed smile.
"Aniki is late. I didn't want to wait alone way over there. Besides I want to be with my Ken-niisan!"
I smile at her. "Just stay quiet ne, angel? Ken-niisan is tired and wants to rest."
Of course I don't exactly expect her to be quiet. I would sooner expect it to start snowing right in the middle of May than expect Aki or any of the kids to stay quiet for so long.
Though to her credit, Aki did try. For a total of 30 seconds, before she bursts out in a barrage of words and questions. Aa. Children just love questions.
"Are there really angels, Ken-niisan? I mean you always call me an angel and I know I'm really not. I'm not, am I? I mean angels are suppose to be very very good and I'm not good. Well sometimes I'm good but sometimes mommy says I'm naughty. But then angels aren't naughty are they? How do they do that Ken-niisan? Are there really angels like that?"
The trick to answering children's questions is to just pick one question and answer it. Ignore the rest. Children have small attention spans, they'll forget the rest once they get their answer.
"Yes, Aki-chan, angels do exist."
"Demo…how do you know there are angels, Ken-niisan? Have you seen one? I think you're just joking me…or are there really angels? I mean do they have wings and everything?"
Of course, answering one question generally leads to another and another after that. Kids…
"Yes, Aki-chan. They have wings and everything. Big nice feathery wings that can make them fly."
"You're just making this up, Ken-niisan. Where are the angels then?"
"Well, I'm looking at one right now."
"Ken-Niiiiisssaaaaannn!!! I don't have wings. I can't be an angel."
I gather the howling bundle in my arms and give her one of my sincerest smile.
"Oh you were an angel, Aki-chan. Long ago, before you became this little naughty girl who likes to scream." I tease her. I love teasing my charges.
"A little angel who wanted to be reborn in this world. And if you're really really good, you'll be an angel someday again too." I add for good measure.
"But HOW do you know? And why did I want to go into this world?"
Why indeed…maybe its because she wanted to torture poor souls like myself. Only kidding of course. I chuckle inwardly.
"Maybe you have a mission or something to do here ne, Aki-chan?"
Aki's face wrinkles in troubled puzzlement. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Now I can feel more questions wanting to burst out of the small one's mouth.
But before the little girl can ask another question, a quiet voice intrudes.
"That boy is searching for her."
Only one person in all the world would interrupt like that. The voice belongs to someone I know very well. I look up in surprise to find cool violet eyes looking down on me and Aki. And I blush. And no it can't be because of him. It must be because of the physical exertion I was indulging in. Yeah, that's it.
"Wai! Wai! It must be aniki! Sayonara Ken-niisan! Oh, and thank you, Mr. Red-haired Man, for telling me."
Aki jumps up from my arms and runs towards the field where a teenage boy of about 15 years of age with the same red hair that Aki has is looking around the soccer field.
"We have a mission for tonight."
That is all he says as he waits for me, standing in the shadow of the tree. No "Hello Ken!" or "How was soccer practice?" or even "Ken." I can't help but become just a bit annoyed. I mean how much can it hurt to say my name. You'd think he'd burst a blood vessel if he did.
Guess its time to go. I heave myself to my feet and self-consciously pull out the grass that stuck in my shorts and shirt. I let my sports bag hang from my shoulder as I walk beside him, remaining quiet because I don't exactly know what to say to him.
If he was Youji I'd probably be trading taunts and joking around. If he was Omi, I'd be kidding around and acting all big brothery but with Aya I am at a loss. Not that I don't want to talk to him because I do. He intrigues me for some reason. But how does one start a conversation with someone who can probably rival a wall when it comes to quiet?
And it doesn't help that I punched Leader One his first day at Koneko either. I sigh to myself.
We start walking back to Koneko in silence, me thinking about him and him thinking about who-knows-what when the question suddenly slices into the almost-tangible silence. It's so abrupt that I half-expected the air to scream in anguish as the words fall from his lips.
"Do you believe it?"
I raise my eyes to him in perplexion.
"Believe what?"
"Do you believe in the things you said. About angels."
He doesn't look at me. Instead he is looking at a point faraway in a preoccupied manner.
I can't believe it. Aya is actually starting a conversation with me. The world must be coming to an end.
I shake my head. I should really stop maligning him like this.
I think before I answer his question in the hopes that I might have an honest to goodness conversation with Aya Fujimiya, mystery man.
"Yes, yes I do. I think we were all angels. And you?"
"No. I think its crap."
If his last question was a sword slicing into the stillness, this particular statement rang like a pistol, discouraging me from asking anything after that. And with that he pulls away, walking more briskly, leaving me staring at him in dismay.
I walk more slowly, pondering how or what triggered him to ask that. And why he was so rude with his last answer. Somehow I feel that it was intentional because underneath the rudeness, a brief flicker of something was reflected in his eyes. And if I am to describe it, I would have called it hope.
"You believe in angels more than you think, Aya Fujimiya."
This makes me smile for some reason. The fact that seemingly cold callous Aya can still believe in angels fills me with a warm glow inside myself, a giddy happiness I cannot explain. Nor do I want to. It is enough for me to know.
/You would have made a very beautiful angel./
[Through ages and lifetimes I have loved thee. This time, we will be together.]
TBC
^_~ Ken is a bit ooc? Well it is AU...ahoho!
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