Disclaimer: I don't own these four sexy bishonen. *sighs* I wish I did. I believe Project Weiß owns Weiß Kreuz and all the proper rights to it. Dun sue me ok? I just take these great chars and place them into angsty and sexy situations! ^_^
I took this from the personal journal I have for Aya-kun who I play in the RPG Dangerous Games. ...yes. My rpg characters have Blog journals. They're spoiled. -_-;
This fic is just Aya-kun's random thoughts on the others in Weiß with him. Enjoy!
The Ellipses Disease
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Some people may ask why I say so little. Sometimes there is just so little to say. Words are pointless and can hardly express what I feel. What's that you say? Aya, feel? Ha, yes I do... ...there was a time where I didn't, I tried so hard not to. It just hurt... so very much. I'd lost so much, I couldn't stand to lose that much again. I couldn't understand why Ken, Youji, and Omi, who'd seen so much pain and did the same work as I do. Florists, yes, of course. Arranging flowers is so hard. *sighs* I never understood them, how they could be as they are.
Youji. Kudou, with his never ending hormones... his great love for everyone beautiful and not-so-beautiful. I never understood him, how he would draw close to people only when he knew he could easily lose them again. His continual immaturity, during a mission and during every day life... it's exasperating.
Omi. Omi... he wears his heart on his sleeve, showing every single emotion in those bright blue eyes of his. He seems so innocent, so sweet. His concern for me sometimes confuses me... we're assassins, risking our lives every day to hunt... White hunters of evil, hunt the futures of these dark beasts! I do wonder where Persia got that sometimes. *shrugs* How can one so young hide so many secrets behind those eyes, and yet show so much?
How can he show so much?
Ken. Reckless and rash, the all American boy. Sometimes it seems as if he's going to follow in Youji's footsteps... kami, take me now if there is ever another Kudou. I do think I would want to fully die then. He's impetuous and lets his emotions control him, something I do wish at times I could do. I used to... but that was a long time ago. A very long time ago. Perhaps I see something in him that I saw in myself, long ago... and I do hope he too doesn't lose it. He's bold. Far too bold to ever lose it. There's reason in his outbursts, something that confuses and astounds.
And I know what they think of me. The cold one, the boring one. The one who needs to get out more, the one who needs to control his... Shi-Ne conniptions. The vengeance-seeker. The one with only one thing on his mind, and it's far from being what's usually on their minds. The one who doesn't enjoy life...
They say too much though. So there is no reason for me to speak most times. So I don't. And that's all there is to it.