Ch.1: Wake-up Call
He felt the sun's rays caress his face even before he opened his eyes, and just
stayed there for a moment, enjoying the warm company. He felt the tingling across his right
cheek and cracked his eyes open a tiny bit. He regretted it immediately as garish light
shone directly into his eyes. He shut them hurriedly and attempted to drop off to sleep
again. Senses mulled, and the stars gradually faded from his eyesight, leaving behind a
gentle mull of darkness. The pillow that lay crushed under his head seemed to deepen and
invite him deeper into a void of a dreamless realm. He shifted slightly and the already
crumpled sheets under him twisted like snakes into a completely new, unreadable design. His
hand clutched the sheets tighter as he felt the sun get suddenly brighter, and began to doze
into the whiteness of midday.
"Aya!", a tenor voice called at the door. "It's past noon! Get up!" Outside the
door the man pounded his fist several times on the mahogany door, and frowned when he got no
response. He banged a few more times on the door, with no success on waking the occupant
inside, and walked down the hall. But before he left, he shouted a threat to the sleeping
person inside. "Aya, if you don't come out in 10 minutes, I'll whack you with your own
katana, you hear? That's a promise!" Then he pivoted heel, blondish/ brown locks obscuring
his vision for a moment, and walked down the hall.
The occupant in the room pretended not to hear.
* 10 minutes later *
Once again the man stood in front of the dark wood door, and frowned in dismay as
there came no sound from within. Sure, he thought with a mixture of annoyance and fatigue,
we're all tired the mission last night, but there's no reason to let the Koneko go
unattended until noon! That lazy slob in there, he'd better get ready to be whacked by his
own weapon, because I'm giving any mercy nor quarter, he's the one who shirked on duty, so
he gets what he deserves! He didn't barge in like he wanted to do and announce his
arrival, but instead opened the door slightly and tiptoed in. His tired comrade was still
lying in bed, curls of flaming locks barely seen under a pristine white pillow. White
sheets had been pulled up to his neck, and the ends covered with the pillow. His form was
just barely distinguishable from the rest of the bed by a faint outlining of his arms,
holding the pillow in place on top of his head, and his legs, curled up to his chest. There
was no movement at all in the few seconds that the intruder walked in, save the steady rise
and fall of his sloping back, and the slight movement of his head as he shifted it to
balance the pillow better. The mock-attacker stepped into the sunlit room, surveying the
scene, and noted, with a small hint of satisfaction, that his threat had not gone unheeded;
the katana was gone from its usual vantage point, propped by the chair, but instead, the
handle peeked out from the far side of the bed, no doubt currently being held by the
occupant of the bed.
A muffled sound muted from the blanket, and the intruder strained to hear his words.
He chuckled a little at them when he deciphered them. The bed had said, "Go away, Youji. I
need my beauty sleep." Youji chuckled a little more, then rapped the top of the pillow
slightly and proclaimed snidely, "That's my line, Aya. You should know better than to copy
me." He shook the shoulder of his sleeping comrade none-too-gently, then suddenly pulled
the pillow up and out of the redhead's reach. Aya took a second to recuperate, then just
simply turned upwards to face his green-eyed friend and demanded, "Give me the pillow back."
"Make me."
Aya shifted again and tried to reach it. He hadn't even opened his eyes, so Youji
couldn't complain that he was already awake. After a few futile tries and a success, a
foolish game of tug-'o-war ensued, and Youji was thrown head-over-heels over Aya, and
straight into the wall. Now it was the redhead's turn to chuckle dryly, but he just simply
propped the pillow back under his head and continued to sleep. Youji detached himself
precariously from the wall, but when Aya took extra precautions to point his katana at his
head, he just laughed it off, and turned Aya to face him.
"Wakey wakey", he called softly. He grinned when Aya's body squirmed uncomfortably
under the blankets, and he pulled back the redhead's bangs to make the sun shine directly
into his eyes. The sleeper tried to turn over and avoid the coming of sunlight, but Youji
had taken a firm grip on his shoulder, and he couldn't get free. When he struggled further,
and Youji didn't let go, he opened his eyes, staring right up at Youji to find out what was
wrong. Wasn't it apparent that I'm already awake, and just playing?, he thought with an
edge close to panic. What's wrong with him? What's that 'look' on his face?
What he saw made his heart skip an involuntary beat. Youji was looming over him,
the sun just over his right shoulder, but his eyes were shaded by the light, sky-tinted
waves of hair that haloed around Youji's face like a frame. Green eyes flashed with
something close to surprise, and -what was that? -a hint of longing, perhaps? Whatever it
was that Aya saw in that glimpse behind those jade eyes, he didn't know, but whatever it
was, it sent shivers down his spine, but they felt strangely good. But he wasn't going to
pay attention to that now, and he shut his eyes away from the scene, quite reluctantly for
some reason. His heart pounded hard in his chest, though he didn't know why, and he didn't
want this moment to end, for some reason. As soon as he closed his eyes, Youji just about
gave up, and slapped his shoulder playfully. "Hey...", he cried, annoyed, "you can't just
fall asleep like that again! Get up! For heaven's sake, it's frickin' NOON, Christ's sake,
get your lazy blob off this bed this instant!" He hit Aya again, this time a little more
gently.
He received no answer except for a very fake snore from Aya. Youji groaned and
began to shake Aya's shoulders exaggeratedly, chanting "get up! Get up!". It didn't work,
so finally Youji turned Aya back to face him, and shook his head regretfully. "What am I
going to do with you?"
"Nadaima. Nothing."
Youji just about slapped himself. "Baka! That was a RHETORICAL question! It's not
supposed to have an answer! Aya, get up!", he called for the umpteenth time, this time
exasperatedly. Aya opened his eyes just as Youji scooped back his hair into a temporary
ponytail, and leaned down towards the redhead's close-to-panicking face. Aya drank in the
new sensations as another wave of shivers raced up and down his spine, causing him to
shudder a little, a small blush creeping up his cheeks. Youji made it fast and quick, just
a light peck on his lips, their mouths barely touching at all, but for Aya, it seemed to
take forever. He even closed his eyes for a moment as Youji's breath tickled at his senses.
Then Youji was above him, the tense atmosphere shattered and wisped away in an instant,
dispersing like it had never been there. Those dark eyes seemed even more mysterious now,
unknowing realms of mystery that Aya wanted to untangle. His eyes widened as Youji's face
zoomed in a little again, but he realized that Youji was just pushing himself back from the
bed. His eyes still followed Youji in his travel to the door, and as he swept out the door,
the older man's back turned halfway, and called over his shoulder, "Be ready in 10 minutes.
Should be enough for a quick shower and a change of clothes, as well as a fast break for
food, ne? The girls are just about swamping Ken down there, so we desperately need some
help. Now GET UP." He stressed the last 2 words, but Aya didn't seem to hear, just stared
at him until the last hem of Youji's apron disappeared from sight. He was left staring at
the doorway for a moment, then he dazedly got up and dressed into a fresh change of clothes,
not bothering with the shower, and trotted down the hall, bumping into both sides of the
staircase in his unseeing descent to the kitchen, where he found there was a sandwich
wrapped in cellophane. He lifted it to his lips and began to eat, his mouth forming slow,
deliberate bites as he thought about the morning.
* * *
Youji watched Aya eat in the kitchen for a moment, then turned from his vantage
point through the crack in the doorway, and slumped gratefully against the wall in a feeble
attempt to cease his pounding heart. Anxiously he looked through again, but he couldn't
distinguish anything from Aya's eyes or his body language, though he had never seen Aya eat
so slowly. His thoughts raced around his heads in dizzying circles until he lifted both
hands to hold his head in place in a futile attempt to stop the constant thrumming in his
aching head.
I hope Aya didn't take that the wrong way, he thought a little anxiously. Pray to
Kami-sama he didn't get me wrong, now.
Author's note:
I have been into WeiB Kruez for some time now, but this is my first actual attempt
to write something about it. I have lots of other fanfics, it's just I never post them
because I don't think they're good enough, and they need revising. I do my revising when I
don't have any homework, which is close to never. In fact, it is never. This is not the
only reason I am writing this fic. If you have noticed, all my works seem to be either very
long or very short. Nothing in 3 or 2 chapters. All of it in either one setting or some 20
chapter story.
By the way, my story Masquerade hasn't been updated much because I am focusing on
other fics right now. I will get back to it as soon as I can.
Andrea Weiling
He felt the sun's rays caress his face even before he opened his eyes, and just
stayed there for a moment, enjoying the warm company. He felt the tingling across his right
cheek and cracked his eyes open a tiny bit. He regretted it immediately as garish light
shone directly into his eyes. He shut them hurriedly and attempted to drop off to sleep
again. Senses mulled, and the stars gradually faded from his eyesight, leaving behind a
gentle mull of darkness. The pillow that lay crushed under his head seemed to deepen and
invite him deeper into a void of a dreamless realm. He shifted slightly and the already
crumpled sheets under him twisted like snakes into a completely new, unreadable design. His
hand clutched the sheets tighter as he felt the sun get suddenly brighter, and began to doze
into the whiteness of midday.
"Aya!", a tenor voice called at the door. "It's past noon! Get up!" Outside the
door the man pounded his fist several times on the mahogany door, and frowned when he got no
response. He banged a few more times on the door, with no success on waking the occupant
inside, and walked down the hall. But before he left, he shouted a threat to the sleeping
person inside. "Aya, if you don't come out in 10 minutes, I'll whack you with your own
katana, you hear? That's a promise!" Then he pivoted heel, blondish/ brown locks obscuring
his vision for a moment, and walked down the hall.
The occupant in the room pretended not to hear.
* 10 minutes later *
Once again the man stood in front of the dark wood door, and frowned in dismay as
there came no sound from within. Sure, he thought with a mixture of annoyance and fatigue,
we're all tired the mission last night, but there's no reason to let the Koneko go
unattended until noon! That lazy slob in there, he'd better get ready to be whacked by his
own weapon, because I'm giving any mercy nor quarter, he's the one who shirked on duty, so
he gets what he deserves! He didn't barge in like he wanted to do and announce his
arrival, but instead opened the door slightly and tiptoed in. His tired comrade was still
lying in bed, curls of flaming locks barely seen under a pristine white pillow. White
sheets had been pulled up to his neck, and the ends covered with the pillow. His form was
just barely distinguishable from the rest of the bed by a faint outlining of his arms,
holding the pillow in place on top of his head, and his legs, curled up to his chest. There
was no movement at all in the few seconds that the intruder walked in, save the steady rise
and fall of his sloping back, and the slight movement of his head as he shifted it to
balance the pillow better. The mock-attacker stepped into the sunlit room, surveying the
scene, and noted, with a small hint of satisfaction, that his threat had not gone unheeded;
the katana was gone from its usual vantage point, propped by the chair, but instead, the
handle peeked out from the far side of the bed, no doubt currently being held by the
occupant of the bed.
A muffled sound muted from the blanket, and the intruder strained to hear his words.
He chuckled a little at them when he deciphered them. The bed had said, "Go away, Youji. I
need my beauty sleep." Youji chuckled a little more, then rapped the top of the pillow
slightly and proclaimed snidely, "That's my line, Aya. You should know better than to copy
me." He shook the shoulder of his sleeping comrade none-too-gently, then suddenly pulled
the pillow up and out of the redhead's reach. Aya took a second to recuperate, then just
simply turned upwards to face his green-eyed friend and demanded, "Give me the pillow back."
"Make me."
Aya shifted again and tried to reach it. He hadn't even opened his eyes, so Youji
couldn't complain that he was already awake. After a few futile tries and a success, a
foolish game of tug-'o-war ensued, and Youji was thrown head-over-heels over Aya, and
straight into the wall. Now it was the redhead's turn to chuckle dryly, but he just simply
propped the pillow back under his head and continued to sleep. Youji detached himself
precariously from the wall, but when Aya took extra precautions to point his katana at his
head, he just laughed it off, and turned Aya to face him.
"Wakey wakey", he called softly. He grinned when Aya's body squirmed uncomfortably
under the blankets, and he pulled back the redhead's bangs to make the sun shine directly
into his eyes. The sleeper tried to turn over and avoid the coming of sunlight, but Youji
had taken a firm grip on his shoulder, and he couldn't get free. When he struggled further,
and Youji didn't let go, he opened his eyes, staring right up at Youji to find out what was
wrong. Wasn't it apparent that I'm already awake, and just playing?, he thought with an
edge close to panic. What's wrong with him? What's that 'look' on his face?
What he saw made his heart skip an involuntary beat. Youji was looming over him,
the sun just over his right shoulder, but his eyes were shaded by the light, sky-tinted
waves of hair that haloed around Youji's face like a frame. Green eyes flashed with
something close to surprise, and -what was that? -a hint of longing, perhaps? Whatever it
was that Aya saw in that glimpse behind those jade eyes, he didn't know, but whatever it
was, it sent shivers down his spine, but they felt strangely good. But he wasn't going to
pay attention to that now, and he shut his eyes away from the scene, quite reluctantly for
some reason. His heart pounded hard in his chest, though he didn't know why, and he didn't
want this moment to end, for some reason. As soon as he closed his eyes, Youji just about
gave up, and slapped his shoulder playfully. "Hey...", he cried, annoyed, "you can't just
fall asleep like that again! Get up! For heaven's sake, it's frickin' NOON, Christ's sake,
get your lazy blob off this bed this instant!" He hit Aya again, this time a little more
gently.
He received no answer except for a very fake snore from Aya. Youji groaned and
began to shake Aya's shoulders exaggeratedly, chanting "get up! Get up!". It didn't work,
so finally Youji turned Aya back to face him, and shook his head regretfully. "What am I
going to do with you?"
"Nadaima. Nothing."
Youji just about slapped himself. "Baka! That was a RHETORICAL question! It's not
supposed to have an answer! Aya, get up!", he called for the umpteenth time, this time
exasperatedly. Aya opened his eyes just as Youji scooped back his hair into a temporary
ponytail, and leaned down towards the redhead's close-to-panicking face. Aya drank in the
new sensations as another wave of shivers raced up and down his spine, causing him to
shudder a little, a small blush creeping up his cheeks. Youji made it fast and quick, just
a light peck on his lips, their mouths barely touching at all, but for Aya, it seemed to
take forever. He even closed his eyes for a moment as Youji's breath tickled at his senses.
Then Youji was above him, the tense atmosphere shattered and wisped away in an instant,
dispersing like it had never been there. Those dark eyes seemed even more mysterious now,
unknowing realms of mystery that Aya wanted to untangle. His eyes widened as Youji's face
zoomed in a little again, but he realized that Youji was just pushing himself back from the
bed. His eyes still followed Youji in his travel to the door, and as he swept out the door,
the older man's back turned halfway, and called over his shoulder, "Be ready in 10 minutes.
Should be enough for a quick shower and a change of clothes, as well as a fast break for
food, ne? The girls are just about swamping Ken down there, so we desperately need some
help. Now GET UP." He stressed the last 2 words, but Aya didn't seem to hear, just stared
at him until the last hem of Youji's apron disappeared from sight. He was left staring at
the doorway for a moment, then he dazedly got up and dressed into a fresh change of clothes,
not bothering with the shower, and trotted down the hall, bumping into both sides of the
staircase in his unseeing descent to the kitchen, where he found there was a sandwich
wrapped in cellophane. He lifted it to his lips and began to eat, his mouth forming slow,
deliberate bites as he thought about the morning.
* * *
Youji watched Aya eat in the kitchen for a moment, then turned from his vantage
point through the crack in the doorway, and slumped gratefully against the wall in a feeble
attempt to cease his pounding heart. Anxiously he looked through again, but he couldn't
distinguish anything from Aya's eyes or his body language, though he had never seen Aya eat
so slowly. His thoughts raced around his heads in dizzying circles until he lifted both
hands to hold his head in place in a futile attempt to stop the constant thrumming in his
aching head.
I hope Aya didn't take that the wrong way, he thought a little anxiously. Pray to
Kami-sama he didn't get me wrong, now.
Author's note:
I have been into WeiB Kruez for some time now, but this is my first actual attempt
to write something about it. I have lots of other fanfics, it's just I never post them
because I don't think they're good enough, and they need revising. I do my revising when I
don't have any homework, which is close to never. In fact, it is never. This is not the
only reason I am writing this fic. If you have noticed, all my works seem to be either very
long or very short. Nothing in 3 or 2 chapters. All of it in either one setting or some 20
chapter story.
By the way, my story Masquerade hasn't been updated much because I am focusing on
other fics right now. I will get back to it as soon as I can.
Andrea Weiling
