Blood of the Past
Rayne
Rayne@dngmail.com
Teaser: After their battle with Esstet, Weib comes across another problem, this time, dealing with their past.
Spoilers: Episodes 1-24 (whole series)
Chapter One: Reality is also a Dream
Shifting uneasily, Rayne finally managed to find himself a comfortable position within the confines of a thick blanket, heavy silk sheets, and arms clinging to his waist. Cullen also shifted, burying his mouth into the nape of Rayne's neck. They were exhausted. They were dead tired. And they'd been given a two-hour rest, which, they have no intentions of spending foolishly. Spare time was scarce nowadays, almost the same equivalence to the importance of life, or even greater.
//Mid-eighteen hundreds and they were one of the richest lords in the land. They were called, respected, and entitled "the Dons". And of them were the Grishman.
He momentarily wandered around the town. Normally, he would have stayed up on his room, playing about the violin or listening to the outside world beyond the thick walls of his solitary room. But now, it felt different, he felt he needed exposure, some form of reminder of reality to his life. Cullen staggered about, holding his head as if needles were pricking it. Anyone who would be able to name him here, this late in the night, would most certainly bring tarnish to his reputation. He sighed, reaching their villa and opened the backdoor, stepping inside from it.//
Cullen smiled, his dreams flitting from past to present to future. There were glimpses he didn't understand, and for him, it didn't matter. When he wakes up, all these would be forgotten save for the burying memories of the past.
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Aya grimaced, wincing from the open wound in his shoulder. Omi had seen it, though keeping silent, he had moved beside Aya to help him with his wound. Yohji was too busy himself, patching up a black eye and a graze on his side. Ken was in the kitchen holding an ice pack over a lump on his forehead. Needless to say, things had gone badly in their mission. It would've been a simple task really,- infiltrate, extinguish, and disintegrate, when the main branch is down, the rest of those child prostitution rings would follow- but somehow, things had grown from fine, to bad, to worst, especially with just a short time's rest with the final battle with Esstet and Schwarz. -They'd been spotted, their primary target escaping through an exit routine when they were too busy saving their hides from the dancing bullets.
Persia wouldn't be happy, and from the looks of it, Aya was even more angry.
Yohji remained quiet, treading to his room and locking the door shut behind him. Ken had been gone from the kitchen for probably ten minutes or so from now, and had most likely also retreated to his room or had gone to the shower. Either way, Ran didn't care. He showed affection for them and felt partly responsible for them-yes, but right now, his mind hurt too much to let him think coherently. He grunted, leaning almost unconsciously into something -someone- soft. Then he heard something like a yelp, a bit surprised but mostly understanding.
"Eh, let's get you to bed Aya-kun."
'Aya-kun…' So familiar. ' Master Cullen.' He jerked up, accidentally pushing Omi off the couch with a thud. He grimaced, pain stabbing from his arm down to his spine, hips, legs and finally to his mind. Tiny spectacles of glass were pricking his visions and all he could see was red.
//'Are you alright, Master Cullen?'
Brown hair, dead blue eyes. Rayne.
Dark blonde hair, cool purple eyes. Cullen.
Different. Everything was totally different.//
"K'so." His voice sounded strained to him, a bit distant. He tried to stand and was all to grateful for the warm body helping him. He glanced down, head dropping and saw a vision of straw-colored hair. Omi. Then much to Aya's annoyance, his visions began to falter and become red -dancing to the point of becoming black-, almost blinding him. Aya passed out, falling his full weight on Omi.
"Gah!"
Omi fell backward, Aya's dead weight taking them both down to the couch. The younger boy grunted, heaving Aya off a little but still all to gentle.
"Moi, Aya-kun, gomen nasai."
He stuck his tongue out, hefting Aya while he tried to regain his balance while standing. He half-dragged, half-carried Aya to his bedroom, closing the door with the heel of his foot and settling the redhead down on his bed. Transferring the redhead to his own bedroom would just be another process, and that would be enacted later. Right now, he was also tired and wanted to rest.
Grunting, he disentangled Aya from his assassin gear and got the redhead in a rather comfortable position -in Omi's point of view-. Glaring at his own clothes, he barely stripped them before falling over to his couch unconsciously. Reality was slipping away and he couldn't remember a day he felt more tired. Like something -someone- was dragging him to a fantasy world.
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He couldn't remember what had happened. He felt as if his head throbbed violently and then the next moment, it was gone. He opened his eyes and squinted at the light, growling. Light? Daylight? He tried to adjust his eyes, surveying his surroundings. He wasn't at home. It looked like he was in a distant past, like he'd been transported there.
"Esstet."
It was out before he could even realize what he'd said. A shout resounded from somewhere near and he'd turned in time to see a carriage crashing right through him. Through him. Aya blinked, stunned, taken a back. The carriage had passed through him as if he wasn't there. Then he realized that people and objects were passing through him. Was he dead? Hardly. Maybe this was a curse Esstet had put on him. Then, his thoughts drifted-
"Omi."
What if the others were also in the same position he was?
"Master Cullen."
He turned around, coming face to face with someone familiar. Blue eyes. Omi. Dead blue eyes. Rayne.
Rayne peered up to him smiling faintly. Then, the smile faltered.
"Sorry. I thought you were Master Cullen."
Then he turned around, about to leave. Aya had caught his wrist even before the redhead processed what he was doing.
"Wait."
Rayne did not turn, but Aya knew he was listening.
"Why- how-" "Who are you?"
He couldn't get the words out and he frowned at himself. He felt Rayne shift under his hold and face him. He took an intake of air, too silent for a gasp, the picture reminding him of Omi. Rayne frowned, biting his lip and thinking.
"Rayne. I'm Rayne Andrews." "Follow me. Master Cullen might be able to help you."
"A-Aa."
He'd nearly tripped. The heavy pile of books were scattered on the guest room proved that the Grishman were nobles. Or at least looked like nobles. He stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed looking around for something familiar. A picture atop a plain mahogany table caught his eyes and he moved, picking up the framed image. He stared, amazed. Rayne resembled Omi a lot, the eyes, the cut of the hair, and probably Rayne was just a mere centimeter taller. There were a few differences, like how Omi's eyes were always bright and Rayne's seemed dead and cold. Like how Omi's hair was striking blonde, a cornflower shade and Rayne's was a full shade of brown, a mixture of light and dark. When everything else-physically-seemed the same, they had opposing personalities. Perhaps it was just because Aya hadn't known him much, but Rayne, unlike Omi, seemed to have a close personality and bore great loyalty to this Cullen person. Whoever this Cullen person is.
He growled and waited, as if expecting a head to appear in response. Instead, the oak wood door opened slightly showing a view to two figures. Rayne- then that must be Cullen. Aya smirked in his mind.
"He's a stranger Rayne, why bring him here?"
"I don't know Master Cullen."
There were a few whispers he couldn't hear.
"Are you angry at me Master Cullen."
"Of course not. Never." Cullen smiled and kissed the top of Rayne's head.
Rayne exhaled loudly.
Aya could hear the other sigh, pass a hand through his blonde hair before the door was pushed widely open.
Aya glared at the oncomers but Cullen didn't seem to have noticed. Rayne was a step behind Cullen, obvious appraisal (for his Master) on his face. Aya shifted, feeling eyes on him. Cullen smiled, pushing blonde bangs away from his eyes. Violet eyes. Just like his.
"What's your name?"
"…"
"Lord Vincent Cullen Grishman, leader of the army nobles."
Aya smirked.
Rayne had been shifting gazes form Aya to Cullen, processing, and finally found the similarities. The eyes- they slightly differ in shade but nonetheless were exactly the same. Cullen had a slightly bigger form, a bit bulkier and taller, but everything else seemed the same. The crop of their hair was the same save that Cullen's hair was visibly longer and pulled back so it would seem they had the exact hair from the front-except Aya's was red and Cullen's was dark blonde. Rayne smiled inside, a feeling of security and euphoria rushing through him.
"Esstet."
Aya growled lowly, causing Rayne and Cullen to jerk their heads to his direction.
"What did you say?"
"Esstet. They're fools."
Purple eyes narrowed and Cullen turned his full attention to Aya, glaring.
"Who are you?"
Snarling, Aya tried to reach for a weapon that wasn't there. He'd forgotten that his katana was all the way back in Tokyo, and at probably some other timeline. Instead, he jerked forward, putting a good measure of defense in his form. Cullen reached for his side, hands gripping the handle of his epee(1) by his side(1. Epee -type of sword used mostly for fencing).
"Please calm down Master Cullen."
Rayne pleaded, clutched the hem of Cullen's top and tugged lightly. Cullen took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed his nerves. When he opened his eyes again, they seemed clearer. He turned to Aya , gesturing at the couch beside the mahogany table.
"Please sit down."
Aya continued to glare, sitting on the indicated couch. His eyes drifted to the picture again, frowning, he looked away.
"It's my favourite."
He looked up, his eyes locking with Rayne's, the violet mixing with blue.
"It's my first picture with Master Cullen."
A smile. Rayne flashed a small smile, and reached for the picture, holding it discreetly with two hands as it if were his most prized possession.
"Rayne, please fetch us something to drink."
The boy turned to Cullen, gave a bright, sincere smile, nodded, and left with the picture still with him.
"He's so infatuated with it. It was his first ever picture that he was smiling as far as I remember."
Aya nodded, roaming his eyes around the room.
"Don't be too defensive, it could be bad for your health."
Aya just snorted in response.
Silence filled the room and both men found it comforting. It lasted until finally, when they seemed less uneasy of each other, Cullen spoke.
"So, who are you, really?"
"Aya. Fujimiya Aya."
"Sure, give me the name. Why not delve into something deeper, details please!"
"I'm a florist and an assassin."
"I'm English."
There was silence in the room again and Cullen took the seat opposite Aya, their eyes maintaining contact. Blinking, Cullen broke the gaze and settled back comfortably.
"What and how did you know about Esstet?"
"They tried to kill us, we killed them."
Cullen blinked in surprise and leaned forward, interested.
"Tell me."
Rayne had gone in two and a half hours ago, bringing in a pitcher of water and red wine as Cullen requested. He had gone out two hours and twenty-seven minutes ago. He had gone back in fifty-five minutes ago, bringing in dinner for the two men, taking his leave ten minutes after. Now he was positioned outside the guest room, his back against the wall leaning heavily. He waited, anticipating really for nothing.
Finally, the door opened slightly and Cullen walked out, Aya behind him. He welcomed Rayne in an embrace and all three treaded down the halls. Cullen called for a servant and gestured at Aya.
"Please give our guest a presentable room and make sure he is comfortable."
The servant bowed, looking Aya over and blushing, putting her head down. Cullen winked at Aya, silently whispered to him that it's alright and made a gesture that he'd be in the garden with Rayne. Aya nodded in acknowledgement and followed the servant to his room.
A few minutes later, Aya was beginning to get mildly pissed off, the servant looking back over and over at him. Frowning, he snapped at her.
"What?"
She made a little surprised noise, blushing and turned around, her back to him.
"I dearly apologise…but, can't you see it?"
"See what?"
"Master Cullen! You look so much like him!"
Aya raised an eyebrow.
Finally, they paused in front of a large wooden door, the servant pushing it open for him. She shifted from foot to foot, away form Aya's scrutinizing gaze.
"Tell me, how do I look like him?"
She gaze him a surprised, sheepish look and bit her lip.
"I-I-You look like twins. Identical twins."
Aya sighed and waved a hand and the servant girl gratefully smiled and walked out, almost bounding for the door. Some people were just anti-social.
The redhead paced and turned, cocking his head to side, motioning towards the mirror. He gently touched it with his hand, tracing the outlines.
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"That damned bastard. Who does he think he is? Leaving without word."
Three weeks. Three weeks since Aya had been gone and without any denial, Omi was about to go insane. Yohji grunted and wiped the sweat of his face, using the sleeves of his jacket. It was terribly raining outside and much to his distaste, he was stuck here for the night. Okay, admittedly it wasn't that horrible since he was spending the night with Ken, and Omi had openly given them his consent after finding out about their little non too platonic relationship, but the little blonde was still acting weird. Omi hardly had any appetite and was often looking pale. All thanks to the missing case of Aya Fujimiya.
"I swear when I see that bastard I'm going to strangle him."
He bit his lower lip, bounding the steps of the stairs two at a time. He smiled and pushed open the door to his room, throwing off his jacket on the nearby couch. He cocked his head and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a patch of red. Whirling around, his mouth fell open as he stared face to face with a 3-dimension Aya on the other side of the mirror, forgetting what he'd just said.
"What the-"
He ran to the mirror, staring Aya in the eye and nearly tripping over. He gulped and swallowed the frog in his throat. Croaking, he growled at the reflection.
"A-Aya?"
"Yohji."
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Aya stared at the mirror in front of him, eyes widening. His reflection, the mirror, it was lying, wasn't it? Yohji…Yohji! Yohji was there, just at the other side of the mirror. What was he doing there? Finally, Yohji turned around, facing him. Aya watched as Yohji's jaw slacked in surprise.
"What the-"
Aya leaned nearer to the mirror, searching. From the corner of his eye, he watched as Yohji stumbled over. He frowned, not finding anything that could be a hint to what was happening.
"A-Aya?"
He turned fully to Yohji, mouth set in a thin line. He had to go back.
"Yohji."
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"Holy shit!"
Yohji knocked on his mirror.
"Aya! What the hell? Where the fuck are you?"
"…"
"It's not funny! We've been fucking hell looking for you! Now, where are you?!"
Aya pondered this for a moment and frowned deeper.
"I don't know."
Blood of the Past: Chapter One written by Rayne ™ August 18, 2001, 12:43. Send me your comments: rayne@dngmail.com Flames will be used to roast their senders.
"Truth is seen from one's eyes." ~ Rayne ™
DISCLAIMERS: I do not own any of the Weib Kreuz characters. They belong to Koyasu Takehito, Tsuchiya Kyoko and Project WK © 1997. Please do not sue me for borrowing them. However, Rayne, Cullen, Chris and Nathane belong to me. Piracy of these characters without my permission will be chased after by Farfie. ^O^
K'so - shit
Gomen nasai - I'm sorry
Rayne
Rayne@dngmail.com
Teaser: After their battle with Esstet, Weib comes across another problem, this time, dealing with their past.
Spoilers: Episodes 1-24 (whole series)
Chapter One: Reality is also a Dream
Shifting uneasily, Rayne finally managed to find himself a comfortable position within the confines of a thick blanket, heavy silk sheets, and arms clinging to his waist. Cullen also shifted, burying his mouth into the nape of Rayne's neck. They were exhausted. They were dead tired. And they'd been given a two-hour rest, which, they have no intentions of spending foolishly. Spare time was scarce nowadays, almost the same equivalence to the importance of life, or even greater.
//Mid-eighteen hundreds and they were one of the richest lords in the land. They were called, respected, and entitled "the Dons". And of them were the Grishman.
He momentarily wandered around the town. Normally, he would have stayed up on his room, playing about the violin or listening to the outside world beyond the thick walls of his solitary room. But now, it felt different, he felt he needed exposure, some form of reminder of reality to his life. Cullen staggered about, holding his head as if needles were pricking it. Anyone who would be able to name him here, this late in the night, would most certainly bring tarnish to his reputation. He sighed, reaching their villa and opened the backdoor, stepping inside from it.//
Cullen smiled, his dreams flitting from past to present to future. There were glimpses he didn't understand, and for him, it didn't matter. When he wakes up, all these would be forgotten save for the burying memories of the past.
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Aya grimaced, wincing from the open wound in his shoulder. Omi had seen it, though keeping silent, he had moved beside Aya to help him with his wound. Yohji was too busy himself, patching up a black eye and a graze on his side. Ken was in the kitchen holding an ice pack over a lump on his forehead. Needless to say, things had gone badly in their mission. It would've been a simple task really,- infiltrate, extinguish, and disintegrate, when the main branch is down, the rest of those child prostitution rings would follow- but somehow, things had grown from fine, to bad, to worst, especially with just a short time's rest with the final battle with Esstet and Schwarz. -They'd been spotted, their primary target escaping through an exit routine when they were too busy saving their hides from the dancing bullets.
Persia wouldn't be happy, and from the looks of it, Aya was even more angry.
Yohji remained quiet, treading to his room and locking the door shut behind him. Ken had been gone from the kitchen for probably ten minutes or so from now, and had most likely also retreated to his room or had gone to the shower. Either way, Ran didn't care. He showed affection for them and felt partly responsible for them-yes, but right now, his mind hurt too much to let him think coherently. He grunted, leaning almost unconsciously into something -someone- soft. Then he heard something like a yelp, a bit surprised but mostly understanding.
"Eh, let's get you to bed Aya-kun."
'Aya-kun…' So familiar. ' Master Cullen.' He jerked up, accidentally pushing Omi off the couch with a thud. He grimaced, pain stabbing from his arm down to his spine, hips, legs and finally to his mind. Tiny spectacles of glass were pricking his visions and all he could see was red.
//'Are you alright, Master Cullen?'
Brown hair, dead blue eyes. Rayne.
Dark blonde hair, cool purple eyes. Cullen.
Different. Everything was totally different.//
"K'so." His voice sounded strained to him, a bit distant. He tried to stand and was all to grateful for the warm body helping him. He glanced down, head dropping and saw a vision of straw-colored hair. Omi. Then much to Aya's annoyance, his visions began to falter and become red -dancing to the point of becoming black-, almost blinding him. Aya passed out, falling his full weight on Omi.
"Gah!"
Omi fell backward, Aya's dead weight taking them both down to the couch. The younger boy grunted, heaving Aya off a little but still all to gentle.
"Moi, Aya-kun, gomen nasai."
He stuck his tongue out, hefting Aya while he tried to regain his balance while standing. He half-dragged, half-carried Aya to his bedroom, closing the door with the heel of his foot and settling the redhead down on his bed. Transferring the redhead to his own bedroom would just be another process, and that would be enacted later. Right now, he was also tired and wanted to rest.
Grunting, he disentangled Aya from his assassin gear and got the redhead in a rather comfortable position -in Omi's point of view-. Glaring at his own clothes, he barely stripped them before falling over to his couch unconsciously. Reality was slipping away and he couldn't remember a day he felt more tired. Like something -someone- was dragging him to a fantasy world.
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He couldn't remember what had happened. He felt as if his head throbbed violently and then the next moment, it was gone. He opened his eyes and squinted at the light, growling. Light? Daylight? He tried to adjust his eyes, surveying his surroundings. He wasn't at home. It looked like he was in a distant past, like he'd been transported there.
"Esstet."
It was out before he could even realize what he'd said. A shout resounded from somewhere near and he'd turned in time to see a carriage crashing right through him. Through him. Aya blinked, stunned, taken a back. The carriage had passed through him as if he wasn't there. Then he realized that people and objects were passing through him. Was he dead? Hardly. Maybe this was a curse Esstet had put on him. Then, his thoughts drifted-
"Omi."
What if the others were also in the same position he was?
"Master Cullen."
He turned around, coming face to face with someone familiar. Blue eyes. Omi. Dead blue eyes. Rayne.
Rayne peered up to him smiling faintly. Then, the smile faltered.
"Sorry. I thought you were Master Cullen."
Then he turned around, about to leave. Aya had caught his wrist even before the redhead processed what he was doing.
"Wait."
Rayne did not turn, but Aya knew he was listening.
"Why- how-" "Who are you?"
He couldn't get the words out and he frowned at himself. He felt Rayne shift under his hold and face him. He took an intake of air, too silent for a gasp, the picture reminding him of Omi. Rayne frowned, biting his lip and thinking.
"Rayne. I'm Rayne Andrews." "Follow me. Master Cullen might be able to help you."
"A-Aa."
He'd nearly tripped. The heavy pile of books were scattered on the guest room proved that the Grishman were nobles. Or at least looked like nobles. He stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed looking around for something familiar. A picture atop a plain mahogany table caught his eyes and he moved, picking up the framed image. He stared, amazed. Rayne resembled Omi a lot, the eyes, the cut of the hair, and probably Rayne was just a mere centimeter taller. There were a few differences, like how Omi's eyes were always bright and Rayne's seemed dead and cold. Like how Omi's hair was striking blonde, a cornflower shade and Rayne's was a full shade of brown, a mixture of light and dark. When everything else-physically-seemed the same, they had opposing personalities. Perhaps it was just because Aya hadn't known him much, but Rayne, unlike Omi, seemed to have a close personality and bore great loyalty to this Cullen person. Whoever this Cullen person is.
He growled and waited, as if expecting a head to appear in response. Instead, the oak wood door opened slightly showing a view to two figures. Rayne- then that must be Cullen. Aya smirked in his mind.
"He's a stranger Rayne, why bring him here?"
"I don't know Master Cullen."
There were a few whispers he couldn't hear.
"Are you angry at me Master Cullen."
"Of course not. Never." Cullen smiled and kissed the top of Rayne's head.
Rayne exhaled loudly.
Aya could hear the other sigh, pass a hand through his blonde hair before the door was pushed widely open.
Aya glared at the oncomers but Cullen didn't seem to have noticed. Rayne was a step behind Cullen, obvious appraisal (for his Master) on his face. Aya shifted, feeling eyes on him. Cullen smiled, pushing blonde bangs away from his eyes. Violet eyes. Just like his.
"What's your name?"
"…"
"Lord Vincent Cullen Grishman, leader of the army nobles."
Aya smirked.
Rayne had been shifting gazes form Aya to Cullen, processing, and finally found the similarities. The eyes- they slightly differ in shade but nonetheless were exactly the same. Cullen had a slightly bigger form, a bit bulkier and taller, but everything else seemed the same. The crop of their hair was the same save that Cullen's hair was visibly longer and pulled back so it would seem they had the exact hair from the front-except Aya's was red and Cullen's was dark blonde. Rayne smiled inside, a feeling of security and euphoria rushing through him.
"Esstet."
Aya growled lowly, causing Rayne and Cullen to jerk their heads to his direction.
"What did you say?"
"Esstet. They're fools."
Purple eyes narrowed and Cullen turned his full attention to Aya, glaring.
"Who are you?"
Snarling, Aya tried to reach for a weapon that wasn't there. He'd forgotten that his katana was all the way back in Tokyo, and at probably some other timeline. Instead, he jerked forward, putting a good measure of defense in his form. Cullen reached for his side, hands gripping the handle of his epee(1) by his side(1. Epee -type of sword used mostly for fencing).
"Please calm down Master Cullen."
Rayne pleaded, clutched the hem of Cullen's top and tugged lightly. Cullen took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed his nerves. When he opened his eyes again, they seemed clearer. He turned to Aya , gesturing at the couch beside the mahogany table.
"Please sit down."
Aya continued to glare, sitting on the indicated couch. His eyes drifted to the picture again, frowning, he looked away.
"It's my favourite."
He looked up, his eyes locking with Rayne's, the violet mixing with blue.
"It's my first picture with Master Cullen."
A smile. Rayne flashed a small smile, and reached for the picture, holding it discreetly with two hands as it if were his most prized possession.
"Rayne, please fetch us something to drink."
The boy turned to Cullen, gave a bright, sincere smile, nodded, and left with the picture still with him.
"He's so infatuated with it. It was his first ever picture that he was smiling as far as I remember."
Aya nodded, roaming his eyes around the room.
"Don't be too defensive, it could be bad for your health."
Aya just snorted in response.
Silence filled the room and both men found it comforting. It lasted until finally, when they seemed less uneasy of each other, Cullen spoke.
"So, who are you, really?"
"Aya. Fujimiya Aya."
"Sure, give me the name. Why not delve into something deeper, details please!"
"I'm a florist and an assassin."
"I'm English."
There was silence in the room again and Cullen took the seat opposite Aya, their eyes maintaining contact. Blinking, Cullen broke the gaze and settled back comfortably.
"What and how did you know about Esstet?"
"They tried to kill us, we killed them."
Cullen blinked in surprise and leaned forward, interested.
"Tell me."
Rayne had gone in two and a half hours ago, bringing in a pitcher of water and red wine as Cullen requested. He had gone out two hours and twenty-seven minutes ago. He had gone back in fifty-five minutes ago, bringing in dinner for the two men, taking his leave ten minutes after. Now he was positioned outside the guest room, his back against the wall leaning heavily. He waited, anticipating really for nothing.
Finally, the door opened slightly and Cullen walked out, Aya behind him. He welcomed Rayne in an embrace and all three treaded down the halls. Cullen called for a servant and gestured at Aya.
"Please give our guest a presentable room and make sure he is comfortable."
The servant bowed, looking Aya over and blushing, putting her head down. Cullen winked at Aya, silently whispered to him that it's alright and made a gesture that he'd be in the garden with Rayne. Aya nodded in acknowledgement and followed the servant to his room.
A few minutes later, Aya was beginning to get mildly pissed off, the servant looking back over and over at him. Frowning, he snapped at her.
"What?"
She made a little surprised noise, blushing and turned around, her back to him.
"I dearly apologise…but, can't you see it?"
"See what?"
"Master Cullen! You look so much like him!"
Aya raised an eyebrow.
Finally, they paused in front of a large wooden door, the servant pushing it open for him. She shifted from foot to foot, away form Aya's scrutinizing gaze.
"Tell me, how do I look like him?"
She gaze him a surprised, sheepish look and bit her lip.
"I-I-You look like twins. Identical twins."
Aya sighed and waved a hand and the servant girl gratefully smiled and walked out, almost bounding for the door. Some people were just anti-social.
The redhead paced and turned, cocking his head to side, motioning towards the mirror. He gently touched it with his hand, tracing the outlines.
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"That damned bastard. Who does he think he is? Leaving without word."
Three weeks. Three weeks since Aya had been gone and without any denial, Omi was about to go insane. Yohji grunted and wiped the sweat of his face, using the sleeves of his jacket. It was terribly raining outside and much to his distaste, he was stuck here for the night. Okay, admittedly it wasn't that horrible since he was spending the night with Ken, and Omi had openly given them his consent after finding out about their little non too platonic relationship, but the little blonde was still acting weird. Omi hardly had any appetite and was often looking pale. All thanks to the missing case of Aya Fujimiya.
"I swear when I see that bastard I'm going to strangle him."
He bit his lower lip, bounding the steps of the stairs two at a time. He smiled and pushed open the door to his room, throwing off his jacket on the nearby couch. He cocked his head and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a patch of red. Whirling around, his mouth fell open as he stared face to face with a 3-dimension Aya on the other side of the mirror, forgetting what he'd just said.
"What the-"
He ran to the mirror, staring Aya in the eye and nearly tripping over. He gulped and swallowed the frog in his throat. Croaking, he growled at the reflection.
"A-Aya?"
"Yohji."
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Aya stared at the mirror in front of him, eyes widening. His reflection, the mirror, it was lying, wasn't it? Yohji…Yohji! Yohji was there, just at the other side of the mirror. What was he doing there? Finally, Yohji turned around, facing him. Aya watched as Yohji's jaw slacked in surprise.
"What the-"
Aya leaned nearer to the mirror, searching. From the corner of his eye, he watched as Yohji stumbled over. He frowned, not finding anything that could be a hint to what was happening.
"A-Aya?"
He turned fully to Yohji, mouth set in a thin line. He had to go back.
"Yohji."
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"Holy shit!"
Yohji knocked on his mirror.
"Aya! What the hell? Where the fuck are you?"
"…"
"It's not funny! We've been fucking hell looking for you! Now, where are you?!"
Aya pondered this for a moment and frowned deeper.
"I don't know."
Blood of the Past: Chapter One written by Rayne ™ August 18, 2001, 12:43. Send me your comments: rayne@dngmail.com Flames will be used to roast their senders.
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K'so - shit
Gomen nasai - I'm sorry