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Hey, everybody....Umi hasn't written in a while...(this is partially because she had no inspiration and partially because she is lame.) If you read Confusion, yes I AM working on another piece but I haven't been able to get it quite right...Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the story!! Read on....*scroll, scroll*
I do not own Weiss Kreuz!!
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Trade Your Fate
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He sat next to the hospital bed silently. No need to talk, really...SHE wasn't listening. Or would she even care to, if she was awake? She lay there quietly, sleeping soundly and unmoving. You wouldn't really call it sleep but the girl wasn't dead, either, so sleep applied fairly well. The red-head reached up a hand to fiddle with his long, golden earring...Technically, it wasn't his at all. He was just borrowing it.
He gazed down at the sleeping girl sorrowfully. For two years his only wish had been to see her awake, once more, and full of life. To see her smile, and shout to him cheerfully. Aya absently began to tug on the earring as these thoughts passed through his mind. He dropped his arm to his side, becoming engaged in his thoughts. Having his dear sister awake sounded so wonderful...he would give anthing for that to happen. Waiting wouldn't accomplish anything; he had to do whatever it took to wake her...
The man stood up slowly, and strolled over to fuss with the flowers he had just brought that day; roses. He straightened the arrangement a bit before turning back to her and whispering, "I'll come see you again soon, Aya-chan."
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Aya stepped out into the hallway of the hospital. It was rather barren. He had stayed a bit later than he had originally planned; it was already four. He strolled silently towards the stairs, not looking back.
"Hey, there!" He stopped abruptly on the steps, realizing that someone was adressing him. He looked over his shoulder to find a man at the top of the steps, looking down at him nonchalantly. He was dressed in a black bussiness suit, his short black hair and dark eyes gleaming. "You got a minute?"
Aya's expression turned into a hard glare. "No." He turned back around and began his descent once more.
"...So, then you don't want to hear what I've got to say?" Aya didn't answer the man as he drew nearer to the bottom of the stairs. "What if I said it was about your sister?"
He froze and snapped around, back up the staircase in a split-second. He grabbed a wad of the man's starched shirt in his fist. "...What about my sister?" he growled. The stranger kept a cool expression as he looked the fierce red-head in the eye.
"You want her to wake up, right?" Aya snorted.
"Who are you?" The man displayed a friendly grin.
"Think of me as a sort of..." he paused, "...friend. I'm here to help you." Aya looked away, dropping the man's shirt. "That's better," the man continued, dusting himself off and straightening his collar.
"You can't help me." The bussiness man grinned again.
"Are you so sure?" Aya grunted. "...All you wish is for her to wake up, am I right?" The red-head didn't respond as he turned his back on the man. "Ah, so I AM right."
"Why would you care?" he asked coldly, turning back to the man.
"What if I told you I could wake her up?"
"I wouldn't believe you." The black-haired man smiled at the assassin's stoic expression.
"You'd want to believe me." The stranger stuffed his hands in his pockets, turning to look down the hall towards Aya-chan's room. "I really can help, but only if you want me to." He moved to lock gazes with the taller man, face serious. "Do you want my help, or not?"
"...How can you wake her?" The man smiled.
"I thought you'd be asking that. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you."
Aya glared. "Fine."
He glanced up to the man's purple eyes once more. "So you want my help?"
"I never said I wanted it." The pale skinned man grinned at the stubborn red-head, who was still glaring at him.
"Come on."
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They entered Aya-chan's hospital room wordlessly. Aya continually glared at the dark-haired man, just in case he tried anything funny. He still couldn't believe he was going along with this nut...But it just seemed too good to resist...Aya-chan could come out of her deep slumber after so long...
"If you want me to wake her up for you," the black-haired man began, "you'll have to agree to the circumstances."
"Fine."
"..You sure you want to agree so easily?" He nodded briefly at the man in response, then turned to the girl asleep in bed. "Then she'll wake up."
The red-head turned back towards the man, but found no one there. The guy had vanished into thin air. He glanced around the empty room in confusion, then directed his gaze back towards his sister. She still slept soundly in bed, slightly messy braids squished against the pillow behind her head.
Frustrated, he sat down in his usual spot by her bedside. The black-haired man hadn't even left his name, not that Aya had asked him for it. How could that man have known about him, and his younger sister? He cursed himself for not giving the guy an inquisition. Aya-chan wasn't waking up anyhow. Nothing was happening.
He sighed, begining to feel extremely sleepy. He scooted his chair a bit closer to the bed, eyeing his little sister's sleeping form for any signs of life, soon to discover that his eyes refused to stay open. Idly, he wondered how he could become so exhausted all of a sudden...it was only about four-thirty in the afternoon, too. Against his will, his eyelids slammed shut over tired plum orbs. The red-head's tall frame slumped fowards as he leaned over, resting his upper body on the bed near his sister and falling right asleep.
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A set of glazed eyes opened slowly, peering up at the ceiling in confusion. The girl reached a hand up to rub the sleep out of her eyes, wondering what had happened. The last thing she could remember was...?
She sat straight up in bed, glancing around nervously. She was in a hospital. It took her but a second more to notice the other person in the room; a single man with his arms curled under his head, sleeping on the edge of her bed. Startled, she drew away from the figure.
The girl gave herself a mental slap for not thinking as she eyed the red hair of the one on her bed. She smiled and reached out to shake the figure. "Ran? Ran!! Wake up!" Her smile faded as she shook his shoulder with increasing force, growing worried. He wasn't moving. She peeled him off of the sheets, noticing that he looked different...older...noticably older. A glint of gold also caught her eye, seeing the earring that hung in the midst of his crimson locks. The other one was pressed into her palm.
"Ran..." she breathed. He was out cold. Aya began to panic while pulling her brother's head into her lap. She touched his cheek; it felt a little cooler than it should be. "Hello!! Anyone!!" she called in the direction of her open door, totally panicked. A nurse rushed into the doorway, looking shocked.
"...Y-you're awake?" she stuttered. Aya gave her an indignant look.
"Of course I am!! Now help me!!" The nurse shook her head.
"I'm sorry, what's the matter?" The girl looked down to her brother sadly.
"He won't wake up..."
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The ringing of the phone could only be heard faintly from the flower-shop, but it was noticable. Omi looked up from the cash register, realizing that not the flower-shop phone, but their private phone was ringing.
"I'll get it!!" he called to Ken and Yohji as he ran to pick it up. Ken looked on after the boy as he exited.
"I wonder who's calling...?" he mumbled. Yohji leaned back in his chair.
"Who knows...? Maybe that salesman, again..." He snorted. That guy had called so many times already, asking if they wanted a subscription to the newspaper. It was really annoying, considering that they already HAD a subscription to the newspaper...
Ken stepped a bit closer to the door Omi had left through to get the phone, trying to hear a bit of the conversation. He had no problem as the hacker's voice grew louder:
"What? What hapened to him?...How can't you?...No, I'm a freind..." Growing suspicious, the brunette strolled a bit closer to Omi. The boy had his hand curled around the reciever as he held it close to his ear. "W-we'll come down there...Yes, more friends...Thank you..." The boy hung up the phone, spun around, and slammed into Ken like a run-away bullet-train.
"Omi!! Calm down!!" he grabbed the boy by the shoulders, noticing him grow pale. "Who was that?"
"T-the hospital.." he stuttered, looking a bit overloaded.
"...What did they say?" he asked hesitantly, fearing the answer.
"Something's wrong with Aya-kun..."
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"Fujimiya Aya." The woman behind the desk tilted her reading glasses down to look at the three men.
"Fourth floor." She looked at them with suspicion. "Are you three...friends?"
"Yeah." Omi managed a smile, feeling like the woman was trying to be rude. "...Thank you."
The three of them made their way across the room to the elevator silently. Omi reached an arm out and hit the up arrow as Ken opened his mouth to speak.
"Omi, do you know what's wrong with Aya?" The boy looked up from the floor, realizing that he was being spoken to.
"...The person I talked to said 'suspiciously unconcious' and 'unresponsive'..."
The elevator arrived just as he had finished his sentence. The doors flew open; the elevator was empty. The three men entered quietly, pondering what Omi had told them; no one had even asked as they hurried down to see if their commrade was all right.
Ken reached out and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The silence in the small space was deafening before the ping of the elevator signaled their arrival on the correct level. The three of them stepped out of the elevator in a cluster, realizing that the fourth floor was pretty big...
"That woman didn't tell us which room..." Ken pointed out.
"No kidding..." Yohji muttered, gazing down one of the long hallways.
"I'll ask someone," Omi told them, approaching a desk. He peeked over the top, ony to discover that there was no one at it.
"Great..."
"Let's just go look ourselves...this place couldn't be THAT big..." Yohji and Omi sighed in unison; the brunette seemed a little too sure of himself. "Omi and I can go this way-" he pointed down the hallway to the right of the group, "-and Yohji can go that way," he told them, directing the blonde down the opposite hallway. They nodded in agreement and then parted ways.
Yohji made his way down the left hallway in silence, not like he had anyone to talk to...All of the rooms looked the same. He would stroll up and steal a glance inside before continuing on down the hall.
'Old guy...old lady...young lady...Hmmm...' he thought to himself. '...Mother and kids...old guy...red-head...wait a minute, red-head?' He back-tracked a few steps and stared into the room once more. 'False alarm...' Red-headed girl.
He went by about five more rooms before he noticed another head of red hair...'Bingo.' He stepped into the hospital room quietly; Aya lay in bed a few feet away. Yohji approached the side of the bed and peered down at the man, who was completely unconcious. His usal cold glare was not present as he slept, or stagnated, or whatever...
"Hmm..."
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She made her way down the hall quickly; she was eager to get back to her older brother's bedside. This was one of those times that he needed her, and she wasn't about to let him down. Aya had memorized the route already, as the room she was currently in was only down the hall.
The girl counted off the room numbers mentally until she came upon Ran's room, once more. She skipped inside, happy to be back to see her brother.
"Yagh!!" she cried as she plowed into someone. Someone was in HER spot, right next to Ran's bed. The two of them fell to the floor in a tangled heap. She jumped up, face flushed in embarrassment as she noticed that she had just slammed into a guy....a cute blonde guy. "Y-You're in my spot!!" she stammered. The man looked up at her from over his sunglasses in confusion.
"You come in here and knock me down, and then yell at me for being in your spot?" She blinked in response.
"Wait a minute!! Who are you?! What are you doing in here?!" Aya huffed at him as he climbed to his feet.
"Kudou Yohji, at your service..." he grinned, "I happen to be visiting someone." He dusted himself off and starightened his clothing a bit.
"You don't look farmilliar to me..." she eyed him skeptically.
"Yohji." The man's eyes flew to the doorway where an annoyed blonde boy and brunette stood. "Are you flirting again?"
"Ch," he mumbled, "...you don't trust me at all..."
"Oh," Omi said as he noticed Aya. She backed up a bit.
"Ahhh, there's more of them!" Omi and Ken looked surprised. "Who are all of you people?"
"Ken. Hidaka Ken." He grinned.
"Tsukiyono Omi." The boy stuck out a hand and gave her a friendly smile. She shook it hesitantly. "What's your name?"
"Oh, um, I'm Aya." She smiled a bit, remembering why she was in here. She swung back around and plopped down in her chair nex to her older brother's head. With her back turned, she couldn't see the blank stares that she was recieving from the three men.
"...Aya? Your name's Aya?"
"Yep," she answered. "I'm Ran's sister...Are you friends of his?" She turned to look back at them, awaiting an answer.
"Ran...?" Ken asked quietly. "But, that's Aya, and you're Aya..." he looked confused as he glanced back and forth between the red-head and the girl.
"I'm Aya, he's Ran." Ken blinked.
"Yeah..."
"Aya's sister is supposed to be comatose, isn't she?" Ken whispered to Omi. The hacker nodded.
"Ran..." Yohji laughed quietly, turning to look out the window.
"Do you know what happened to A-Ran...?" Omi asked her. She shook her head.
"Nobody is sure...it looked like he was asleep, but he won't wake up..."
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His eyes opened very slowly; things looked horribly blurry as he carefully lifed his head out of the grass...Grass? He glanced around, only to discover that he was in a green field, dotted with purple and yellow wildflowers. Climbing to his feet, he continued to eye the lovely field. It was sunny, there was no wind, and he was the only one there...errie...
"Hey." He snapped around instanly, surprised to hear another's voice. Great. It was HIM again. The black-haired man gave a friendly smile. "Do you like having your sister awake?"
"What are you talking about?" Aya snapped back at him.
"...Do you know where we are?" The red-head glared at him. "We're experiencing your peace of mind."
"Impossible. I have no peace of mind." The man laughed.
"Well, I guess your wrong...Or maybe it only exists while you sleep."
"Sleep...What's going on?" he demanded of the man. The guy raised his hands in a gesture of innocence.
"All I did was what you wanted. Your sister is awake...Of course, you aren't." Aya's expression turned to one of shock. "Remember the cicumstances I had you agree to?"
"Aa."
"...You remember how you never asked what they were?" The assassin became frustrated and turned away from the man, gazing out at the endless blue sky and lush meadow. "Let me explain..."
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(Tsuzuku!!) Yeah, only one part...No, it won't be too long, and I'll try to get the other half of Confusion done, too....*Umi has mental picture of herself juggling fanfiction* Ulk...Thanks for reading!!
Hey, everybody....Umi hasn't written in a while...(this is partially because she had no inspiration and partially because she is lame.) If you read Confusion, yes I AM working on another piece but I haven't been able to get it quite right...Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the story!! Read on....*scroll, scroll*
I do not own Weiss Kreuz!!
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Trade Your Fate
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He sat next to the hospital bed silently. No need to talk, really...SHE wasn't listening. Or would she even care to, if she was awake? She lay there quietly, sleeping soundly and unmoving. You wouldn't really call it sleep but the girl wasn't dead, either, so sleep applied fairly well. The red-head reached up a hand to fiddle with his long, golden earring...Technically, it wasn't his at all. He was just borrowing it.
He gazed down at the sleeping girl sorrowfully. For two years his only wish had been to see her awake, once more, and full of life. To see her smile, and shout to him cheerfully. Aya absently began to tug on the earring as these thoughts passed through his mind. He dropped his arm to his side, becoming engaged in his thoughts. Having his dear sister awake sounded so wonderful...he would give anthing for that to happen. Waiting wouldn't accomplish anything; he had to do whatever it took to wake her...
The man stood up slowly, and strolled over to fuss with the flowers he had just brought that day; roses. He straightened the arrangement a bit before turning back to her and whispering, "I'll come see you again soon, Aya-chan."
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Aya stepped out into the hallway of the hospital. It was rather barren. He had stayed a bit later than he had originally planned; it was already four. He strolled silently towards the stairs, not looking back.
"Hey, there!" He stopped abruptly on the steps, realizing that someone was adressing him. He looked over his shoulder to find a man at the top of the steps, looking down at him nonchalantly. He was dressed in a black bussiness suit, his short black hair and dark eyes gleaming. "You got a minute?"
Aya's expression turned into a hard glare. "No." He turned back around and began his descent once more.
"...So, then you don't want to hear what I've got to say?" Aya didn't answer the man as he drew nearer to the bottom of the stairs. "What if I said it was about your sister?"
He froze and snapped around, back up the staircase in a split-second. He grabbed a wad of the man's starched shirt in his fist. "...What about my sister?" he growled. The stranger kept a cool expression as he looked the fierce red-head in the eye.
"You want her to wake up, right?" Aya snorted.
"Who are you?" The man displayed a friendly grin.
"Think of me as a sort of..." he paused, "...friend. I'm here to help you." Aya looked away, dropping the man's shirt. "That's better," the man continued, dusting himself off and straightening his collar.
"You can't help me." The bussiness man grinned again.
"Are you so sure?" Aya grunted. "...All you wish is for her to wake up, am I right?" The red-head didn't respond as he turned his back on the man. "Ah, so I AM right."
"Why would you care?" he asked coldly, turning back to the man.
"What if I told you I could wake her up?"
"I wouldn't believe you." The black-haired man smiled at the assassin's stoic expression.
"You'd want to believe me." The stranger stuffed his hands in his pockets, turning to look down the hall towards Aya-chan's room. "I really can help, but only if you want me to." He moved to lock gazes with the taller man, face serious. "Do you want my help, or not?"
"...How can you wake her?" The man smiled.
"I thought you'd be asking that. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you."
Aya glared. "Fine."
He glanced up to the man's purple eyes once more. "So you want my help?"
"I never said I wanted it." The pale skinned man grinned at the stubborn red-head, who was still glaring at him.
"Come on."
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They entered Aya-chan's hospital room wordlessly. Aya continually glared at the dark-haired man, just in case he tried anything funny. He still couldn't believe he was going along with this nut...But it just seemed too good to resist...Aya-chan could come out of her deep slumber after so long...
"If you want me to wake her up for you," the black-haired man began, "you'll have to agree to the circumstances."
"Fine."
"..You sure you want to agree so easily?" He nodded briefly at the man in response, then turned to the girl asleep in bed. "Then she'll wake up."
The red-head turned back towards the man, but found no one there. The guy had vanished into thin air. He glanced around the empty room in confusion, then directed his gaze back towards his sister. She still slept soundly in bed, slightly messy braids squished against the pillow behind her head.
Frustrated, he sat down in his usual spot by her bedside. The black-haired man hadn't even left his name, not that Aya had asked him for it. How could that man have known about him, and his younger sister? He cursed himself for not giving the guy an inquisition. Aya-chan wasn't waking up anyhow. Nothing was happening.
He sighed, begining to feel extremely sleepy. He scooted his chair a bit closer to the bed, eyeing his little sister's sleeping form for any signs of life, soon to discover that his eyes refused to stay open. Idly, he wondered how he could become so exhausted all of a sudden...it was only about four-thirty in the afternoon, too. Against his will, his eyelids slammed shut over tired plum orbs. The red-head's tall frame slumped fowards as he leaned over, resting his upper body on the bed near his sister and falling right asleep.
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A set of glazed eyes opened slowly, peering up at the ceiling in confusion. The girl reached a hand up to rub the sleep out of her eyes, wondering what had happened. The last thing she could remember was...?
She sat straight up in bed, glancing around nervously. She was in a hospital. It took her but a second more to notice the other person in the room; a single man with his arms curled under his head, sleeping on the edge of her bed. Startled, she drew away from the figure.
The girl gave herself a mental slap for not thinking as she eyed the red hair of the one on her bed. She smiled and reached out to shake the figure. "Ran? Ran!! Wake up!" Her smile faded as she shook his shoulder with increasing force, growing worried. He wasn't moving. She peeled him off of the sheets, noticing that he looked different...older...noticably older. A glint of gold also caught her eye, seeing the earring that hung in the midst of his crimson locks. The other one was pressed into her palm.
"Ran..." she breathed. He was out cold. Aya began to panic while pulling her brother's head into her lap. She touched his cheek; it felt a little cooler than it should be. "Hello!! Anyone!!" she called in the direction of her open door, totally panicked. A nurse rushed into the doorway, looking shocked.
"...Y-you're awake?" she stuttered. Aya gave her an indignant look.
"Of course I am!! Now help me!!" The nurse shook her head.
"I'm sorry, what's the matter?" The girl looked down to her brother sadly.
"He won't wake up..."
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The ringing of the phone could only be heard faintly from the flower-shop, but it was noticable. Omi looked up from the cash register, realizing that not the flower-shop phone, but their private phone was ringing.
"I'll get it!!" he called to Ken and Yohji as he ran to pick it up. Ken looked on after the boy as he exited.
"I wonder who's calling...?" he mumbled. Yohji leaned back in his chair.
"Who knows...? Maybe that salesman, again..." He snorted. That guy had called so many times already, asking if they wanted a subscription to the newspaper. It was really annoying, considering that they already HAD a subscription to the newspaper...
Ken stepped a bit closer to the door Omi had left through to get the phone, trying to hear a bit of the conversation. He had no problem as the hacker's voice grew louder:
"What? What hapened to him?...How can't you?...No, I'm a freind..." Growing suspicious, the brunette strolled a bit closer to Omi. The boy had his hand curled around the reciever as he held it close to his ear. "W-we'll come down there...Yes, more friends...Thank you..." The boy hung up the phone, spun around, and slammed into Ken like a run-away bullet-train.
"Omi!! Calm down!!" he grabbed the boy by the shoulders, noticing him grow pale. "Who was that?"
"T-the hospital.." he stuttered, looking a bit overloaded.
"...What did they say?" he asked hesitantly, fearing the answer.
"Something's wrong with Aya-kun..."
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"Fujimiya Aya." The woman behind the desk tilted her reading glasses down to look at the three men.
"Fourth floor." She looked at them with suspicion. "Are you three...friends?"
"Yeah." Omi managed a smile, feeling like the woman was trying to be rude. "...Thank you."
The three of them made their way across the room to the elevator silently. Omi reached an arm out and hit the up arrow as Ken opened his mouth to speak.
"Omi, do you know what's wrong with Aya?" The boy looked up from the floor, realizing that he was being spoken to.
"...The person I talked to said 'suspiciously unconcious' and 'unresponsive'..."
The elevator arrived just as he had finished his sentence. The doors flew open; the elevator was empty. The three men entered quietly, pondering what Omi had told them; no one had even asked as they hurried down to see if their commrade was all right.
Ken reached out and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The silence in the small space was deafening before the ping of the elevator signaled their arrival on the correct level. The three of them stepped out of the elevator in a cluster, realizing that the fourth floor was pretty big...
"That woman didn't tell us which room..." Ken pointed out.
"No kidding..." Yohji muttered, gazing down one of the long hallways.
"I'll ask someone," Omi told them, approaching a desk. He peeked over the top, ony to discover that there was no one at it.
"Great..."
"Let's just go look ourselves...this place couldn't be THAT big..." Yohji and Omi sighed in unison; the brunette seemed a little too sure of himself. "Omi and I can go this way-" he pointed down the hallway to the right of the group, "-and Yohji can go that way," he told them, directing the blonde down the opposite hallway. They nodded in agreement and then parted ways.
Yohji made his way down the left hallway in silence, not like he had anyone to talk to...All of the rooms looked the same. He would stroll up and steal a glance inside before continuing on down the hall.
'Old guy...old lady...young lady...Hmmm...' he thought to himself. '...Mother and kids...old guy...red-head...wait a minute, red-head?' He back-tracked a few steps and stared into the room once more. 'False alarm...' Red-headed girl.
He went by about five more rooms before he noticed another head of red hair...'Bingo.' He stepped into the hospital room quietly; Aya lay in bed a few feet away. Yohji approached the side of the bed and peered down at the man, who was completely unconcious. His usal cold glare was not present as he slept, or stagnated, or whatever...
"Hmm..."
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She made her way down the hall quickly; she was eager to get back to her older brother's bedside. This was one of those times that he needed her, and she wasn't about to let him down. Aya had memorized the route already, as the room she was currently in was only down the hall.
The girl counted off the room numbers mentally until she came upon Ran's room, once more. She skipped inside, happy to be back to see her brother.
"Yagh!!" she cried as she plowed into someone. Someone was in HER spot, right next to Ran's bed. The two of them fell to the floor in a tangled heap. She jumped up, face flushed in embarrassment as she noticed that she had just slammed into a guy....a cute blonde guy. "Y-You're in my spot!!" she stammered. The man looked up at her from over his sunglasses in confusion.
"You come in here and knock me down, and then yell at me for being in your spot?" She blinked in response.
"Wait a minute!! Who are you?! What are you doing in here?!" Aya huffed at him as he climbed to his feet.
"Kudou Yohji, at your service..." he grinned, "I happen to be visiting someone." He dusted himself off and starightened his clothing a bit.
"You don't look farmilliar to me..." she eyed him skeptically.
"Yohji." The man's eyes flew to the doorway where an annoyed blonde boy and brunette stood. "Are you flirting again?"
"Ch," he mumbled, "...you don't trust me at all..."
"Oh," Omi said as he noticed Aya. She backed up a bit.
"Ahhh, there's more of them!" Omi and Ken looked surprised. "Who are all of you people?"
"Ken. Hidaka Ken." He grinned.
"Tsukiyono Omi." The boy stuck out a hand and gave her a friendly smile. She shook it hesitantly. "What's your name?"
"Oh, um, I'm Aya." She smiled a bit, remembering why she was in here. She swung back around and plopped down in her chair nex to her older brother's head. With her back turned, she couldn't see the blank stares that she was recieving from the three men.
"...Aya? Your name's Aya?"
"Yep," she answered. "I'm Ran's sister...Are you friends of his?" She turned to look back at them, awaiting an answer.
"Ran...?" Ken asked quietly. "But, that's Aya, and you're Aya..." he looked confused as he glanced back and forth between the red-head and the girl.
"I'm Aya, he's Ran." Ken blinked.
"Yeah..."
"Aya's sister is supposed to be comatose, isn't she?" Ken whispered to Omi. The hacker nodded.
"Ran..." Yohji laughed quietly, turning to look out the window.
"Do you know what happened to A-Ran...?" Omi asked her. She shook her head.
"Nobody is sure...it looked like he was asleep, but he won't wake up..."
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His eyes opened very slowly; things looked horribly blurry as he carefully lifed his head out of the grass...Grass? He glanced around, only to discover that he was in a green field, dotted with purple and yellow wildflowers. Climbing to his feet, he continued to eye the lovely field. It was sunny, there was no wind, and he was the only one there...errie...
"Hey." He snapped around instanly, surprised to hear another's voice. Great. It was HIM again. The black-haired man gave a friendly smile. "Do you like having your sister awake?"
"What are you talking about?" Aya snapped back at him.
"...Do you know where we are?" The red-head glared at him. "We're experiencing your peace of mind."
"Impossible. I have no peace of mind." The man laughed.
"Well, I guess your wrong...Or maybe it only exists while you sleep."
"Sleep...What's going on?" he demanded of the man. The guy raised his hands in a gesture of innocence.
"All I did was what you wanted. Your sister is awake...Of course, you aren't." Aya's expression turned to one of shock. "Remember the cicumstances I had you agree to?"
"Aa."
"...You remember how you never asked what they were?" The assassin became frustrated and turned away from the man, gazing out at the endless blue sky and lush meadow. "Let me explain..."
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(Tsuzuku!!) Yeah, only one part...No, it won't be too long, and I'll try to get the other half of Confusion done, too....*Umi has mental picture of herself juggling fanfiction* Ulk...Thanks for reading!!