Four Came Beyond Heaven
Author: Myaku
Series: Weiss Kreuz
POV: Ken
Four.
A pure number in the eyes of God.
Four boys.
Pure. White.
A white porsche. The lonely white car that I was always afraid wouldn't come. Crying
when it was late. And yet it always came.
Funny how four can be used in so many ways.
Funny how four years can feel like your entire life.
Or how four years ago you feel you died.
I did.
Four lonely years ago.
Only recently regaining my life, by starting anew. With Ran.
The 'cold fish' of the Weiss boys, the tenative redhead who sat in the corner by
himself, glaring at giggling school girls, fidgiting when a girl came to ask for a
date. So pale, I had always noted. The boy barely took care of himself. And it was a
damned shame too. Because he was gorgeous.
Funny how we were two different people. Brought together by death. Almost a shame,
actually. And then that day we were in that shop. One of the dull days, during the hours
when no one ever came. And me and Fujimiya were always alone. And he approached me.
To yell, of course. I'd dropped a vase.
I took courage. And I kissed him.
Right in the middle of his lecture.
It shocked him at first. Pale fists swung at me but I didn't stop. I still kissed him.
And he finally gave in.
It was confession time.
I told him I loved him.
And he stared.
I nearly cried. I wanted to run, and I spun on my heels. But he grabbed me. Stopping me.
And his eyes.. oh his eyes. They were indescribable. The amethyst shone in the sun like
a rainbow right after a nice spring rain. And he smiled.
I'd never seen Ran smile.
I didn't think he knew how.
'Aishiteru.'
I crumbled at the words. For the first time in my life, I cried before Fujimiya Aya.
And he held me.
From that day foward, we were a couple.
I remember his touches, his gazes that night. The feel of his tongue heated on my chest,
the feel of his body pushing, scraping against mine, the raw and wild sex we
participated in until the sun rose.
I remember falling asleep in his arms. Those protective arms.
Sure Aya is mean. But he's my Aya. So it doesn't matter anymore. His harsh gazes aren't
directed to hurt me anymore. His looks and disgusted attitudes aren't taken out on me
at night.
Four months I've been with Ran.
Four months.... of sheer heaven.
Author: Myaku
Series: Weiss Kreuz
POV: Ken
Four.
A pure number in the eyes of God.
Four boys.
Pure. White.
A white porsche. The lonely white car that I was always afraid wouldn't come. Crying
when it was late. And yet it always came.
Funny how four can be used in so many ways.
Funny how four years can feel like your entire life.
Or how four years ago you feel you died.
I did.
Four lonely years ago.
Only recently regaining my life, by starting anew. With Ran.
The 'cold fish' of the Weiss boys, the tenative redhead who sat in the corner by
himself, glaring at giggling school girls, fidgiting when a girl came to ask for a
date. So pale, I had always noted. The boy barely took care of himself. And it was a
damned shame too. Because he was gorgeous.
Funny how we were two different people. Brought together by death. Almost a shame,
actually. And then that day we were in that shop. One of the dull days, during the hours
when no one ever came. And me and Fujimiya were always alone. And he approached me.
To yell, of course. I'd dropped a vase.
I took courage. And I kissed him.
Right in the middle of his lecture.
It shocked him at first. Pale fists swung at me but I didn't stop. I still kissed him.
And he finally gave in.
It was confession time.
I told him I loved him.
And he stared.
I nearly cried. I wanted to run, and I spun on my heels. But he grabbed me. Stopping me.
And his eyes.. oh his eyes. They were indescribable. The amethyst shone in the sun like
a rainbow right after a nice spring rain. And he smiled.
I'd never seen Ran smile.
I didn't think he knew how.
'Aishiteru.'
I crumbled at the words. For the first time in my life, I cried before Fujimiya Aya.
And he held me.
From that day foward, we were a couple.
I remember his touches, his gazes that night. The feel of his tongue heated on my chest,
the feel of his body pushing, scraping against mine, the raw and wild sex we
participated in until the sun rose.
I remember falling asleep in his arms. Those protective arms.
Sure Aya is mean. But he's my Aya. So it doesn't matter anymore. His harsh gazes aren't
directed to hurt me anymore. His looks and disgusted attitudes aren't taken out on me
at night.
Four months I've been with Ran.
Four months.... of sheer heaven.