o.o 0.0 O.O *blinks nervously* Well, I seem to have made quite a few
people angry at me. I apologize to anyone I offended in my last author's
note - and there seems to be a lot of you. I reiterate, I am sorry. *Note
to self: write author's note and then write REVISED author's note*
I am-- err, glad people like my fic. I do hope Ochiba liked it, despite my "marring" it, and I shall make no more comments about spellcheck. Though this is due less to what people said than to the fact that I went and read that chapter through and caught no less than four typos. I hate being a hypocrite, and I will go to great lengths to avoid it. This does include restraining myself. I hope you all - err, continue to like my fic, and take no offense at what I have in my author's notes. You can see politeness is a strain for me. It is reserved for teachers, lawyers whose firms I may one day join, and great-grandparents, and I find it odd to use it here. You will forgive me if I sound - forced, shall we say?
I don't think I shall have to revise that at all.
This chapter is dedicated to Moonflower. Thank you, my very dear friend, for putting up with me, for allowing me to suck you into the world of Weiss, for writing fanfics of your own that are uniquely you, and for helping me when I need it. You are always a pleasure to work with, and I hope we do it more often - though perhaps not for the school yearbook. I hope you feel the same way ^^ *This, by the way, dear readers, was not forced. This is what Moonflower means to me, and I hope you can tell the difference in tone - but I do not mean that offensively, please don't take it that way.*
And a word for Moonflower... FLOOF!!!!!
I hope no one takes that as rude.
Warnings for this: slight Aya bashing, and perhaps a bit of implied shounen ai between Ken and Yohji, although I don't mean for there to be any.
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Nanashi
Ch 3-- Aya Should Be Doing This
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I sit on the couch, trying to watch reruns of 'The Late Show' and failing miserably.. Generally I think Johnny Carson is the funniest thing ever to happen to mankind, but I've seen this one before, and I'm worried. Yohji went out for the first time in more than half a year tonight, and I'm afraid he got shot, or beaten or mugged or something - or forced. Don't get me wrong, Yohji's a strong guy who usually knows how to take care of himself, but when he gets trashed, he does it right. He's got practically no reflexes left. It would be easy to do that if you really wanted, and he's sexy as hell - no denying it, even if I don't like him like that. It could definitely happen.
Or maybe he's gotten himself into a car wreck. I can't see why he always insists on driving home when he's in no state to do it. I wish he would just call me. I would come get him in a hearbeat. I wouldn't say a word about it either. I'm a nice guy like that.
Or maybe a cop picked him up and took him down to the station. Or maybe-
Dammit! Why do I care so much? Yohji's capable of coming home all by himself, and in prefect health. H'e done it several times before.
Damn Aya. This is his fault. I know it is.
I don't lay the blame on Yohji for having his heart trampled on. He told me things. Not everything, of course, but enough for me to know he spent six and a half months getting Aya to like him - and falling in love with Aya in the process. Then Aya just up and decided he didn't like Yohji after all, for no reason that I can see. He left Yohji stunned and hurt with no one to turn to.
No one except me, of course. Good old Hidaka Ken.
I let Yohji come to me. I listened to Yohji. I let Yohji cry to me.
I didn't let him ask me what he did wrong. I told him off when he tried. It's not his fault. At all. It's Aya's. Can't he see that? He's not the one who left Aya with a broken heart, is he? He would never even consider doing that to Aya.
This whole thing is going to make work a whole lot harder. I don't know if I'll be able to watch Aya's back when I want to put my claw through him.
I know that's not nice. I also know it's Aya's fault I'm sitting on the couch fidgeting, trying to watch Johnny Carson, and worring about Yohji's state of well-being. Red-headed bast-
Hold that thought. I hear keys jangling outside the door. Yohji always has problems with his keys - and the keyhole - when he's trashed. I get up and open the door.
Yohji falls in on me.
"Easy there, buddy," I tell him, propping him against me in a more comfortable fashion. "You're heavy."
"Thanks, Kenken," he mumbles to me, using me to help him stagger down the hallway. His breath reeks of sake, but I smill vodka in his hair.
"No problem," I grunt as we stop outside his room. I put my hand out to open the door, and we stumble in. "You didn't go clubbing, did you?"
"Nope," Yohji answers as we both land on his bed. "Bar-hop - hop -- hopping," he manages to say between a hiccup and a yawn.
"That's what I thought." I smell weed on him too, now I think about it, under the alcohol. He must have got a joint before he went barhopping. "You know the drill. You wearing underwear?"
"Yes," he grunts at me.
"Then you don't have to wear those ungodly tight things you call pants to sleep." I pull off his shirt and his pants, since he's not capable of doing it himself. Then I get up to go throw them in his clothes hamper. Bu the time I turn around, he's already sprawled out on his bed, belly down. I take the blanket at the foot of his bed and cover him with it - I don't want him catching cold. He yawns sleepily and draws it about himself.
"Hey Kenken," he slurs at me, already half asleep, "thanks for taking care of me." And he's out like a light. I pull the blanket so it's coveing he's foot he's got sticking out, and leave his room.
I don't care if I'm a mother hen. I'm still glad somebody takes care of him, even if it is me. He couldn't make it on his own. But at the same time...
Aya should be doing this.
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Well, I hope you all liked it, and I hope I get nice reviews, and I hope I didn't offend anybody with my author's notes. Is that okay with everybody? I'm sorry, but I was born to be a bit brutal and terribly honest with people. My talent lies in my ability to speak and write, and even to sing and play the piano, but not in my people skills. Do we all understand this? So you try to be a bit nicer in pointing this out to me, and I'll try to be a bit nicer in my author's notes. Okay? Good.
I am-- err, glad people like my fic. I do hope Ochiba liked it, despite my "marring" it, and I shall make no more comments about spellcheck. Though this is due less to what people said than to the fact that I went and read that chapter through and caught no less than four typos. I hate being a hypocrite, and I will go to great lengths to avoid it. This does include restraining myself. I hope you all - err, continue to like my fic, and take no offense at what I have in my author's notes. You can see politeness is a strain for me. It is reserved for teachers, lawyers whose firms I may one day join, and great-grandparents, and I find it odd to use it here. You will forgive me if I sound - forced, shall we say?
I don't think I shall have to revise that at all.
This chapter is dedicated to Moonflower. Thank you, my very dear friend, for putting up with me, for allowing me to suck you into the world of Weiss, for writing fanfics of your own that are uniquely you, and for helping me when I need it. You are always a pleasure to work with, and I hope we do it more often - though perhaps not for the school yearbook. I hope you feel the same way ^^ *This, by the way, dear readers, was not forced. This is what Moonflower means to me, and I hope you can tell the difference in tone - but I do not mean that offensively, please don't take it that way.*
And a word for Moonflower... FLOOF!!!!!
I hope no one takes that as rude.
Warnings for this: slight Aya bashing, and perhaps a bit of implied shounen ai between Ken and Yohji, although I don't mean for there to be any.
~~~
Nanashi
Ch 3-- Aya Should Be Doing This
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I sit on the couch, trying to watch reruns of 'The Late Show' and failing miserably.. Generally I think Johnny Carson is the funniest thing ever to happen to mankind, but I've seen this one before, and I'm worried. Yohji went out for the first time in more than half a year tonight, and I'm afraid he got shot, or beaten or mugged or something - or forced. Don't get me wrong, Yohji's a strong guy who usually knows how to take care of himself, but when he gets trashed, he does it right. He's got practically no reflexes left. It would be easy to do that if you really wanted, and he's sexy as hell - no denying it, even if I don't like him like that. It could definitely happen.
Or maybe he's gotten himself into a car wreck. I can't see why he always insists on driving home when he's in no state to do it. I wish he would just call me. I would come get him in a hearbeat. I wouldn't say a word about it either. I'm a nice guy like that.
Or maybe a cop picked him up and took him down to the station. Or maybe-
Dammit! Why do I care so much? Yohji's capable of coming home all by himself, and in prefect health. H'e done it several times before.
Damn Aya. This is his fault. I know it is.
I don't lay the blame on Yohji for having his heart trampled on. He told me things. Not everything, of course, but enough for me to know he spent six and a half months getting Aya to like him - and falling in love with Aya in the process. Then Aya just up and decided he didn't like Yohji after all, for no reason that I can see. He left Yohji stunned and hurt with no one to turn to.
No one except me, of course. Good old Hidaka Ken.
I let Yohji come to me. I listened to Yohji. I let Yohji cry to me.
I didn't let him ask me what he did wrong. I told him off when he tried. It's not his fault. At all. It's Aya's. Can't he see that? He's not the one who left Aya with a broken heart, is he? He would never even consider doing that to Aya.
This whole thing is going to make work a whole lot harder. I don't know if I'll be able to watch Aya's back when I want to put my claw through him.
I know that's not nice. I also know it's Aya's fault I'm sitting on the couch fidgeting, trying to watch Johnny Carson, and worring about Yohji's state of well-being. Red-headed bast-
Hold that thought. I hear keys jangling outside the door. Yohji always has problems with his keys - and the keyhole - when he's trashed. I get up and open the door.
Yohji falls in on me.
"Easy there, buddy," I tell him, propping him against me in a more comfortable fashion. "You're heavy."
"Thanks, Kenken," he mumbles to me, using me to help him stagger down the hallway. His breath reeks of sake, but I smill vodka in his hair.
"No problem," I grunt as we stop outside his room. I put my hand out to open the door, and we stumble in. "You didn't go clubbing, did you?"
"Nope," Yohji answers as we both land on his bed. "Bar-hop - hop -- hopping," he manages to say between a hiccup and a yawn.
"That's what I thought." I smell weed on him too, now I think about it, under the alcohol. He must have got a joint before he went barhopping. "You know the drill. You wearing underwear?"
"Yes," he grunts at me.
"Then you don't have to wear those ungodly tight things you call pants to sleep." I pull off his shirt and his pants, since he's not capable of doing it himself. Then I get up to go throw them in his clothes hamper. Bu the time I turn around, he's already sprawled out on his bed, belly down. I take the blanket at the foot of his bed and cover him with it - I don't want him catching cold. He yawns sleepily and draws it about himself.
"Hey Kenken," he slurs at me, already half asleep, "thanks for taking care of me." And he's out like a light. I pull the blanket so it's coveing he's foot he's got sticking out, and leave his room.
I don't care if I'm a mother hen. I'm still glad somebody takes care of him, even if it is me. He couldn't make it on his own. But at the same time...
Aya should be doing this.
~~~
Well, I hope you all liked it, and I hope I get nice reviews, and I hope I didn't offend anybody with my author's notes. Is that okay with everybody? I'm sorry, but I was born to be a bit brutal and terribly honest with people. My talent lies in my ability to speak and write, and even to sing and play the piano, but not in my people skills. Do we all understand this? So you try to be a bit nicer in pointing this out to me, and I'll try to be a bit nicer in my author's notes. Okay? Good.