Experienced Weiss Kreuz fans and authors:
Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
As requested, this is the sequel to "Lavender," featuring the young and innocent Naoe Nagi, and his counterpart, the irrepressible Tsukiyono Omi.
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Honey"
-Absense Makes My Love Grow Stronger-
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"I thought you'd be happier that school was out," Schu commented from behind me. I said nothing. It had been a week since Omi and I had kissed in the park... a week since I'd felt happy.
A week of pure misery.
"You've been thinking about Bombay a lot, too," Schu added, trying to get a reaction.
Well, he got a reaction. He got thrown out of my room and bounced against the wall a couple of times before I felt like letting him go.
"I take it, that means you don't want to talk?" Schu groaned as he staggered to his feet.
I shut the door in his face. Idiot. It was *obvious* I didn't want to talk.
I heard Schu's footsteps as he walked away and down the stairs. I folded my arms on my desk, and buried my face.
Why did it hurt so much?
Omi... Omi wanted me, but rejected me because I was Schwarz.
I... I wanted Omi, but rejected him because he was Weiss.
And it *hurt*. It was a physical pain, deep in my chest, every time I thought about him. I hadn't seen him in a week... maybe that was why. I was used to seeing him almost daily.
I stood up. If seeing Omi was what was going to make me feel better, then I knew where to find him.
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"Has anyone ever told you that you're an idiot?" Schu asked casually, wrapping my arm with gauze. "Here, Farf--gimmie that tape over there."
Farfarello tossed a roll of medical tape to Schu, who immediately used it to finish the binding on my arm. "Shut up," I told him.
"Hah!" Schu exclaimed. "*This*, from our little love-struck chibi!"
"Leave me alone," I growled, but Schu ignored me.
"Hear that, Farf?" Schu asked, and Farfarello raised an eyebrow. Schu grinned. "Nagi wants me to leave him alone, after I've just fixed him up nice and pretty, see?" He pulled my arm around so that Farfarello could inspect the bandaging.
Farfarello nodded. "Not bad," he said, looking over my arm.
I wrenched my arm away, ignoring the pain that followed. "Assholes," I muttered, stomping out of the room.
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They were right, though. I *was* an idiot. I had gone to see Omi at the flower shop.
The place was surrounded by young girls, anxious to see the pretty, young shopkeepers. I tried to ignore the inane chatter as I looked around for Omi, but one piece of conversation got through:
"Ken says poor Omi's not feeling well."
"Ooh! He's been looking so sad since school ended! What do you think happened?"
"Maybe he's upset that school's out?"
"Not likely. Didn't you see him on the last day of school? He was so happy when the bell rang that he ran out of the classroom!"
"He bumped into me, running through the halls. I've *never* seen him run through the halls!"
"I wonder why he's so sad, now..."
I bit my lip, and slowly exited the shop. It was better that I get out before any of the other three members of Weiss saw me.
I circled the building that the flower shop was attached to. It was like an apartment building. I looked up. On the second floor, there was a light on. I could barely tell, in the daylight, but I *knew* that it was Omi's apartment.
It was just a simple twist to use my powers to make the light in Omi's apartment flicker briefly and then go out entirely. I was rewarded when the window opened, and a head of honey-blond hair poked out and looked around for signs of a power-outage.
I let go, and the light's in Omi's apartment came back on. I waved up at Omi, and I could see him gasp as he noticed me.
"Get out of here!" he shouted down at me. "Anyone could come through and see you!"
"So?" I asked. "I wanted to see you."
Omi just stared at me for a few moments. "Why?"
I shrugged, but I was smiling. I liked looking at Omi. "I dunno. I just wanted to."
Omi shook his head. "Go away."
The small happiness I had started to melt. "What?"
Omi turned his head. "Go away, Schwarz."
His words struck me like a slap in the face. Schwarz. He didn't want to see me, because I was Schwarz.
"Omi!" I cried. "What--"
I was cut off as a side door near me opened, and Balinese came rushing out. I didn't have time to think before a razor-sharp length of wire whisked out and sliced my arm. I yelled, but quickly shut up. My enmity with Weiss had nothing to do with why I was there, and I knew that the smartest thing to do would be to get out of there.
I threw Balinese against the wall, knocking him out, and ran down the alley, away from the main street. After I turned the corner, I paused to get my bearings. I couldn't let myself get trapped!
I heard the apartment door open and slam shut again. "Which way?" came Abyssinian's cold voice.
"That way," Omi's voice said, and I gritted my teeth. Was Omi going to sell me out, when I'd only been there to talk to him?
He didn't. There were only two directions to go from where Abyssinian was, and he didn't come my way. Omi must have pointed him towards the street.
With a breath of relief, I started to find my way home.
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"It is not my job to warn you that encounters with Weiss are dangerous," Crawford said, sitting at his desk.
"I know," I murmured, staring at the floor. It wasn't like I could keep any secrets around this house. Certainly not that I'd gotten myself injured by seeking out one of Weiss's team.
"So how do you explain *that*," Crawford asked, his eyes focusing on the bandage on my arm.
"A mistake," I answered.
"Involving Bombay, correct?"
"...Yes," I whispered.
"Nagi..." I looked up at the thoughtful tone in Crawford's voice, but he seemed to be staring at the wall. "You have been becoming... involved, with Bombay--"
"Omi," I interrupted. Crawford raised an eyebrow, but I stood my ground. "His name is Omi."
I could swear that Crawford almost smiled, then. "Omi, then," he said. "Since you were captured by Taketori Masafumi, correct?"
I bit my lip and nodded. Where was he leading with this?
"What are your thoughts on the matter?"
Why was he asking me? It was so... personal. "I don't want to talk about it," I said softly, hoping, *praying* that he would accept that and leave me alone.
But he stayed where he was, never wavering. "Omi told you that he loves you," Crawford said.
I looked down at the floor. "Yes."
"And you?"
That was the question I had been asking myself for almost a week, now. If Omi loved me, and wanted me, and I wanted Omi... then didn't I love him, too? I had spent hours lying in bed, trying to assess the feelings I got in the pit of my stomach whenever I thought about Omi.
I thought about the way I felt when he smiled, and held my hand.
I thought about the way we worked together in the library, and how we sat next to each other in class.
I thought about how sad I was when school was over, because Omi would be gone, too.
I thought about how I had felt when Omi told me to go away.
And I had come to a conclusion.
"I love him, too."
Crawford nodded. He turned his chair to face his computer. "You may leave, now, Nagi," he said.
I gulped. Crawford was an enigma. Why torture me like this, and then leave me hanging? I turned and walked towards the stairs.
"One thing," Crawford said, stopping me. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting, and he finished, "You are not to leave this house for two weeks."
I nodded, accepting my punishment, and climbed the stairs.
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Kasey's note of explaination:
Yes... I torture Schuldich. I think many authors have the sadistic tendency to torment their favorite characters. That is why I am afraid to write about the Farf.
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Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
As requested, this is the sequel to "Lavender," featuring the young and innocent Naoe Nagi, and his counterpart, the irrepressible Tsukiyono Omi.
Enjoy!
---
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Honey"
-Absense Makes My Love Grow Stronger-
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"I thought you'd be happier that school was out," Schu commented from behind me. I said nothing. It had been a week since Omi and I had kissed in the park... a week since I'd felt happy.
A week of pure misery.
"You've been thinking about Bombay a lot, too," Schu added, trying to get a reaction.
Well, he got a reaction. He got thrown out of my room and bounced against the wall a couple of times before I felt like letting him go.
"I take it, that means you don't want to talk?" Schu groaned as he staggered to his feet.
I shut the door in his face. Idiot. It was *obvious* I didn't want to talk.
I heard Schu's footsteps as he walked away and down the stairs. I folded my arms on my desk, and buried my face.
Why did it hurt so much?
Omi... Omi wanted me, but rejected me because I was Schwarz.
I... I wanted Omi, but rejected him because he was Weiss.
And it *hurt*. It was a physical pain, deep in my chest, every time I thought about him. I hadn't seen him in a week... maybe that was why. I was used to seeing him almost daily.
I stood up. If seeing Omi was what was going to make me feel better, then I knew where to find him.
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"Has anyone ever told you that you're an idiot?" Schu asked casually, wrapping my arm with gauze. "Here, Farf--gimmie that tape over there."
Farfarello tossed a roll of medical tape to Schu, who immediately used it to finish the binding on my arm. "Shut up," I told him.
"Hah!" Schu exclaimed. "*This*, from our little love-struck chibi!"
"Leave me alone," I growled, but Schu ignored me.
"Hear that, Farf?" Schu asked, and Farfarello raised an eyebrow. Schu grinned. "Nagi wants me to leave him alone, after I've just fixed him up nice and pretty, see?" He pulled my arm around so that Farfarello could inspect the bandaging.
Farfarello nodded. "Not bad," he said, looking over my arm.
I wrenched my arm away, ignoring the pain that followed. "Assholes," I muttered, stomping out of the room.
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They were right, though. I *was* an idiot. I had gone to see Omi at the flower shop.
The place was surrounded by young girls, anxious to see the pretty, young shopkeepers. I tried to ignore the inane chatter as I looked around for Omi, but one piece of conversation got through:
"Ken says poor Omi's not feeling well."
"Ooh! He's been looking so sad since school ended! What do you think happened?"
"Maybe he's upset that school's out?"
"Not likely. Didn't you see him on the last day of school? He was so happy when the bell rang that he ran out of the classroom!"
"He bumped into me, running through the halls. I've *never* seen him run through the halls!"
"I wonder why he's so sad, now..."
I bit my lip, and slowly exited the shop. It was better that I get out before any of the other three members of Weiss saw me.
I circled the building that the flower shop was attached to. It was like an apartment building. I looked up. On the second floor, there was a light on. I could barely tell, in the daylight, but I *knew* that it was Omi's apartment.
It was just a simple twist to use my powers to make the light in Omi's apartment flicker briefly and then go out entirely. I was rewarded when the window opened, and a head of honey-blond hair poked out and looked around for signs of a power-outage.
I let go, and the light's in Omi's apartment came back on. I waved up at Omi, and I could see him gasp as he noticed me.
"Get out of here!" he shouted down at me. "Anyone could come through and see you!"
"So?" I asked. "I wanted to see you."
Omi just stared at me for a few moments. "Why?"
I shrugged, but I was smiling. I liked looking at Omi. "I dunno. I just wanted to."
Omi shook his head. "Go away."
The small happiness I had started to melt. "What?"
Omi turned his head. "Go away, Schwarz."
His words struck me like a slap in the face. Schwarz. He didn't want to see me, because I was Schwarz.
"Omi!" I cried. "What--"
I was cut off as a side door near me opened, and Balinese came rushing out. I didn't have time to think before a razor-sharp length of wire whisked out and sliced my arm. I yelled, but quickly shut up. My enmity with Weiss had nothing to do with why I was there, and I knew that the smartest thing to do would be to get out of there.
I threw Balinese against the wall, knocking him out, and ran down the alley, away from the main street. After I turned the corner, I paused to get my bearings. I couldn't let myself get trapped!
I heard the apartment door open and slam shut again. "Which way?" came Abyssinian's cold voice.
"That way," Omi's voice said, and I gritted my teeth. Was Omi going to sell me out, when I'd only been there to talk to him?
He didn't. There were only two directions to go from where Abyssinian was, and he didn't come my way. Omi must have pointed him towards the street.
With a breath of relief, I started to find my way home.
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"It is not my job to warn you that encounters with Weiss are dangerous," Crawford said, sitting at his desk.
"I know," I murmured, staring at the floor. It wasn't like I could keep any secrets around this house. Certainly not that I'd gotten myself injured by seeking out one of Weiss's team.
"So how do you explain *that*," Crawford asked, his eyes focusing on the bandage on my arm.
"A mistake," I answered.
"Involving Bombay, correct?"
"...Yes," I whispered.
"Nagi..." I looked up at the thoughtful tone in Crawford's voice, but he seemed to be staring at the wall. "You have been becoming... involved, with Bombay--"
"Omi," I interrupted. Crawford raised an eyebrow, but I stood my ground. "His name is Omi."
I could swear that Crawford almost smiled, then. "Omi, then," he said. "Since you were captured by Taketori Masafumi, correct?"
I bit my lip and nodded. Where was he leading with this?
"What are your thoughts on the matter?"
Why was he asking me? It was so... personal. "I don't want to talk about it," I said softly, hoping, *praying* that he would accept that and leave me alone.
But he stayed where he was, never wavering. "Omi told you that he loves you," Crawford said.
I looked down at the floor. "Yes."
"And you?"
That was the question I had been asking myself for almost a week, now. If Omi loved me, and wanted me, and I wanted Omi... then didn't I love him, too? I had spent hours lying in bed, trying to assess the feelings I got in the pit of my stomach whenever I thought about Omi.
I thought about the way I felt when he smiled, and held my hand.
I thought about the way we worked together in the library, and how we sat next to each other in class.
I thought about how sad I was when school was over, because Omi would be gone, too.
I thought about how I had felt when Omi told me to go away.
And I had come to a conclusion.
"I love him, too."
Crawford nodded. He turned his chair to face his computer. "You may leave, now, Nagi," he said.
I gulped. Crawford was an enigma. Why torture me like this, and then leave me hanging? I turned and walked towards the stairs.
"One thing," Crawford said, stopping me. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting, and he finished, "You are not to leave this house for two weeks."
I nodded, accepting my punishment, and climbed the stairs.
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Kasey's note of explaination:
Yes... I torture Schuldich. I think many authors have the sadistic tendency to torment their favorite characters. That is why I am afraid to write about the Farf.
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