FRIENDS......
Authors rants:) I do not own WeiB Kreuz. I wish I did, but I don't. This isn't gonna make me any money, so please don't sue............ Not that it's good enough ofr anything;)! ENJOY, that's an order, J/K!
Darkness. Darkness beyond twilight. Even though the sun is shining. Darkness.
A blade rings form it's sheath. A sound. Almost a whisper sings out shining silver in the sun light.
The beating of a heart. Slowly at first, but ever quicker.
Fear. My ever present companion. Life. Death. Struggle.
When? Will this end? Why?
A test.
I look. In my minds eye I see the crafted plastic horse. Once beautiful. Exquisite really. Now forever marred with the copper stench of blood. Ironic, given the circumstances.
Run? Run away! That thought parades itself around in my all ready too crowded mind. Run.....
I can't. The only one left who believes in me holds me to this time. This fight.
Oh but I wish I could. So why must I fight the only family I've ever really known?
My only ally falls. Alone. Alone.
Cold, hard, violet, eyes bore themselves into my soul. I've seen those eyes before. The ones he uses on his prey.
Soft, sorry, blue, eyes look at me in shame. Regret and sorrow seem etched into every facet of his demeanor.
Their faces, faces of happiness now forgotten, blur themselves through my saline eyes. All I have ever known, gone. Stripped from me ruthlessly as though it was never really there. I guess it never really was.
I raise my right arm, attempting to steady the too trembling limb. I must be steady.
I can't. In my trembling hands the useless weapon hangs, limply.
My brain takes over. My deadly aim locks. My aim never fails. My bows always strike true to their targets. Even if I don't want them to.
My heart wins out over my honed instincts.
My hand falters.
You You.
Aya-kun.
The words die out before they can be uttered.
The silvery white sings through the air as it hurtles toward me with deadly accuracy. The fiery circle surrounds me. Binding my body. Tearing my heart.
My eyes lock onto my assailant's and his close.
The resounding ring of a drawn blade made naked from it's sheath.My feelings die before my body has a chance to.
His steeled gaze meets mine, unflinchingly.
I watch.
He runs toward me. Sword ready to strike, like a viper. Everything moves in slow motion, or it seems to. His practiced hand goes back. Ready to deliver the lethal blow. His eyes never leave my face. My heart is in torment. I close my eyes, waiting for the searing black pain to envelope my all ready battered body.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I wake up screaming. My whole body is drenched in sweat.
A dream?
No. A nightmare.
I look around. I am back in reality. Back in the place I call home.
They are all here. Mostly looking at me. Staring is a better word.
I will notice later that these are looks of concern.
Now I am afraid. Afraid of his steeled gaze. Of his loose eyes. Of being left alone.... again.
Something.... A voice breaks through my frazzled senses.
"Omi-kun, Daijabo?" It was Ken's. His sweet reassuring voice.
I wanted to shout, 'You're alive!' I knew that would be foolish.
My mind is coming back to me. It was all a ruse. Unreal.
"Hai, Ken-kun. I'm fine." I grin for emphasis. I know he's worried.
Blocking the nightmare, I force myself to look into the eyes of the other two.
I smile.
For them.
For myself?
I have considered these people my friends. I still do.
I am afraid.
Why?
'It wasn't real!' I shout in my head.
Ken is still looking at me.
"Ken-kun, I'm all right. It was only a nightmare."
"Omi-"
"Ne, Ken-Ken? Omi said he was all right. Can we please get some sleep? I can't have a droopy face. Not in front of the women."
I laugh. I can't help it. Only Yohji would say something like that.
They are the same people I considered my friends. Same personalities. Same qualities.
Aya grunts. I laugh again. The same.
"You sure, Omitchi?"
"Mm," I answer him. I almost believe it. We sleep again.
OWARI?
Comments? Please? This is my first fanfiction. So what's your opinion? Should I write more? Or is it more like, 'don't quit your day job'? Somebody say something, please?
I have an idea on this story to write more chapters. Do you think I should, or should I just leave it alone?
Authors rants:) I do not own WeiB Kreuz. I wish I did, but I don't. This isn't gonna make me any money, so please don't sue............ Not that it's good enough ofr anything;)! ENJOY, that's an order, J/K!
Darkness. Darkness beyond twilight. Even though the sun is shining. Darkness.
A blade rings form it's sheath. A sound. Almost a whisper sings out shining silver in the sun light.
The beating of a heart. Slowly at first, but ever quicker.
Fear. My ever present companion. Life. Death. Struggle.
When? Will this end? Why?
A test.
I look. In my minds eye I see the crafted plastic horse. Once beautiful. Exquisite really. Now forever marred with the copper stench of blood. Ironic, given the circumstances.
Run? Run away! That thought parades itself around in my all ready too crowded mind. Run.....
I can't. The only one left who believes in me holds me to this time. This fight.
Oh but I wish I could. So why must I fight the only family I've ever really known?
My only ally falls. Alone. Alone.
Cold, hard, violet, eyes bore themselves into my soul. I've seen those eyes before. The ones he uses on his prey.
Soft, sorry, blue, eyes look at me in shame. Regret and sorrow seem etched into every facet of his demeanor.
Their faces, faces of happiness now forgotten, blur themselves through my saline eyes. All I have ever known, gone. Stripped from me ruthlessly as though it was never really there. I guess it never really was.
I raise my right arm, attempting to steady the too trembling limb. I must be steady.
I can't. In my trembling hands the useless weapon hangs, limply.
My brain takes over. My deadly aim locks. My aim never fails. My bows always strike true to their targets. Even if I don't want them to.
My heart wins out over my honed instincts.
My hand falters.
You You.
Aya-kun.
The words die out before they can be uttered.
The silvery white sings through the air as it hurtles toward me with deadly accuracy. The fiery circle surrounds me. Binding my body. Tearing my heart.
My eyes lock onto my assailant's and his close.
The resounding ring of a drawn blade made naked from it's sheath.My feelings die before my body has a chance to.
His steeled gaze meets mine, unflinchingly.
I watch.
He runs toward me. Sword ready to strike, like a viper. Everything moves in slow motion, or it seems to. His practiced hand goes back. Ready to deliver the lethal blow. His eyes never leave my face. My heart is in torment. I close my eyes, waiting for the searing black pain to envelope my all ready battered body.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I wake up screaming. My whole body is drenched in sweat.
A dream?
No. A nightmare.
I look around. I am back in reality. Back in the place I call home.
They are all here. Mostly looking at me. Staring is a better word.
I will notice later that these are looks of concern.
Now I am afraid. Afraid of his steeled gaze. Of his loose eyes. Of being left alone.... again.
Something.... A voice breaks through my frazzled senses.
"Omi-kun, Daijabo?" It was Ken's. His sweet reassuring voice.
I wanted to shout, 'You're alive!' I knew that would be foolish.
My mind is coming back to me. It was all a ruse. Unreal.
"Hai, Ken-kun. I'm fine." I grin for emphasis. I know he's worried.
Blocking the nightmare, I force myself to look into the eyes of the other two.
I smile.
For them.
For myself?
I have considered these people my friends. I still do.
I am afraid.
Why?
'It wasn't real!' I shout in my head.
Ken is still looking at me.
"Ken-kun, I'm all right. It was only a nightmare."
"Omi-"
"Ne, Ken-Ken? Omi said he was all right. Can we please get some sleep? I can't have a droopy face. Not in front of the women."
I laugh. I can't help it. Only Yohji would say something like that.
They are the same people I considered my friends. Same personalities. Same qualities.
Aya grunts. I laugh again. The same.
"You sure, Omitchi?"
"Mm," I answer him. I almost believe it. We sleep again.
OWARI?
Comments? Please? This is my first fanfiction. So what's your opinion? Should I write more? Or is it more like, 'don't quit your day job'? Somebody say something, please?
I have an idea on this story to write more chapters. Do you think I should, or should I just leave it alone?