DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Weiss, neither in part nor in whole. (I would buy the Weiss boys, but I need to save money for AX, so please don't sue me u.u;; )



WARNINGS: inching into the yaoi world (finally...), maybe OOC-ness? (I dunno, you tell me...), a bit of confusion in Aya's perspective (I tried to make it clearer...hehehe u.u; ), sap? (do you even count that as a bad thing? Oh well, I warned you nonetheless...), erm... Raiha-chan says angst...i dunno, is there (frankly, angst is the term that I'm not quite clear on...so... I quote Raiha-chan u.u;;; gomen ne, Raiha-chan...), I wrote the first little part of this in Drama class... (oh boy... -_-;;....)

Thoughts will be expressed like 'so' (in other words, 'italized' )

I think that's all there is to warn you about, so...

Happy Reading! ^^

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Uncertain Memory

Chapter 2: Misunderstanding







"Because... because I love you." There, I had said it, and I know he heard me too. I can tell: his already agitated form tensed even more, until it feels like I'm holding a life-size statue in my arms instead of a living, breathing, beautiful human being. I sighed in defeat... how could I expect him to love me...me?! I murdered the one I claimed to love for God's sake!

I felt the beginning of tears forming at the corner of my eyes as I slowly released him from my embrace. No. Can't show him my tears... I can just laugh it off and say it's only a joke as long as I don't cry... can't I?

Who am I kidding... Aya was the last link I had to life... to my will to live. But no more now, what do I have to live for if even he hates me?

"I'm sorry," I whispered, keeping my head bowed so he couldn't see my tears. "I'm sorry," I repeated again, backing away from him.



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He's...sorry? Yes, you would be wouldn't you, Youji. I didn't even realized I had voiced that thought until I hear Youji say "Aya, I didn't..." but I mentally blocked off the rest of the sentence, not wanting to hear his excuses. Excuses for being sorry to have loved me. My head hurt too much to try to make sense of his words...

'Heh, there's no need to make excuses, Youji --'

"Aya! Are you even listening to--"

'There's only one reason why you're sorry, one simple reason:--'

"Aya, please... listen to me that's not what I meant --"

'I don't deserve to be loved.'

I started walking again, towards the back room, barely registering Youji's plead for me to stop. Stop? I can't stop. I need to make it to the sanctuary of my room before my mask shatters...just like Youji's "I'm sorry" shattered the last hope for love in my heart.

"Aya, please listen to me!" Youji started again, grabbing my arm.

"Youji, let go!" I said forcefully, my voice colder than I ever remembered it to be, and wrenched my arm out of his grasp.



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All I can do is stare stupidly at his retreating form, retreating from concern--concern from me.

"Aren't you going to go after him?"

I whirled around to the voice and found Ken standing at the door way of the flower shop. "Wha-what?" I stuttered.

"Don't you know Aya's thinking process by now? Your apology meant something completely different from what you've meant it mean."

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Kenken," I retorted sarcastically, taking out my frustrations on him.

"Well, Youji, if you had known it all along, then why haven't you went after him already?"

I opened my mouth to throw another sarcastic remark, but the thought that suddenly entered my mind distracted me: How did Ken know what happened? "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," he replied with a sly grin. "You guys were just a little too preoccupied to noticed."

I could've sworn his grin was getting wider by the minute. Again, I opened my mouth to speak, and again, I was interrupted, but this time by Ken and not my thoughts. "Youji, stop imitating a fish and get your ass in there. If you let the misunderstanding sit, it's just gonna get worst for the both of you."

"I know that."

"Then why are you still here?"

"I was going to ask you to watch the shop while I go talk to Aya," and with that said, I turned around and headed towards the backroom as well, determined to get my intended message across to that pale redhead.



TBC



POST-FICCIE NOTE: Wellllll? How'd you people like it? (What's that? Did I hear you say "A LOT!"? ^^; ) Feedbacks people, I need lots and lotsa feedbacks to keep me going!

~Kris