So…here is the next chapter…I hope everyone is happy so far!!! Oh by the
way…this is sort of an early birthday present for a friend of mine…her pen
name is unproductivity and her birthday is June 9th…her fav. Weiss pairing
is Yohji X Ken…just like me…anyway, I just wanted to wish her a happy
birthday…and this is her fic…well what I mean is that I wrote it for her
birthday…
Pretty When You Cry
By Unaspirality
I was awaken by the jarring sound of the doorbell. Damn. I don't really want to see anyone right now, unless it's him. But I know it's not. It's most likely Omi wanting to know it I want to go for an early morning jog with him. Yohji would never be up this early.
I go to the door and open it up. No Omi, no Yohji, in fact, no one. I look to the left, then to the right, no one. I look down; there on the steps lay a cd along with an envelope. I pick them up, and look around one last time. No one seems to be there, so I close the door, and go into the kitchen.
I sit at the bar on a stool, and read the envelope. It's addressed to Kenken. Well that narrows it down to just about anybody. I assume it's from one of my obsessive fan girls, probably proclaiming their undying love for me. That makes me sick. Girls that don't even know me, obsessing about me, fantasizing about me, falling in love with the image of me.
I decide to open it up anyway.
'Dear Kenken,
Seems I have some apologizing to do. First of all, I'm sorry for waking you up. I know you were still sleeping. Second, I'm sorry for not realizing your feelings for me sooner. And third, I'm sorry for making you cry.
I know that last night wasn't the first time you cried yourself to sleep. The truth is, I have been staying at your house every night until you fall asleep. I know you cry for me. And I'm so sorry.
On the cd there is a song that I want you to listen to. It's the only song on the cd actually. It's on there about ten times. I hope it explains how I'm feeling right now. I really didn't mean to hurt you.
~Yo-tan
I take the cd, and place it into the cd player, push play, and listen…
You're made of my rib or baby
You're made of my sin
And I can't tell where your lust ends
And where your love begins
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry
And the moon gives me permission
And I enter through her eyes
She's loosing through her virginity
And all her will to compromise
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry
I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you
But you're pretty when you're mine
I didn't really love you baby
I didn't really love you
I didn't really love you
But I'm pretty when I lie
You hurt me baby
I hurt you baby
If you knew how much I loved you
You would run away
But When I treat you bad
It always makes you want to stay
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
How can you do this to me now?
"Yohji…"
~*~*~*~
Yohji said that he would take me out tonight. (Of course that was before I decided to tell him about my undying love.) So here I am, ready to go clubbing. I wanted to look absolutely irresistible to him, so I went shopping.
I got these impossibly tight low-rise blue shinny pants that flare over my new black shinny boots. My shirt is silver, very tight, very high-rise, and you can see my stomach, not to mention my bellybutton, my newly pierced bellybutton. It still hurts. It seems that I am trying anything to get Yohji these days.
He hasn't been by since that morning. That was three days ago. I hope that he'll still want to go with me. He did promise.
I listen to that song all the time. I know it by heart, and I've come to love it. I know it sounds crazy, considering what the song is about, but HE gave it to me.
I'm going to him. Nothing can stop me.
*Ding-Dong*
Except for maybe the doorbell. God, who could it be? I have to be leaving soon. I go to the door, and stick my head out.
"You ready yet Kenken?"
"Yohji…"
My blonde lover stood in front of me looking sexier than ever. He had on those awesome leather pants, they're the lowest pants he owns, they just barely cover the essentials, and boy do they make his ass look great. He wore a tight green crop top that showed his tight stomach muscles.
I opened the door the rest of the way, and you should have seen his face. He quickly tried to cover his reactions as his eyes roamed over my body. His gaze stopped at my bellybutton, and his eyes got really big. He tried for the longest time to convince me to pierce it.
Yohji pushed me back inside, shutting the door behind him. He dropped to his knees, and brought one hand up to touch the ring shoved through my sensitive skin. It hurt when he touched it, and I flinched. He stroked my stomach muscles soothingly. "Shhh…it's okay." He grabbed my hips and pulled himself up. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me. It felt so nice, so warm, so…loving.
He pulled away from me, brushing his cheek against mine. He softly kissed me there, and took my hand in his, then we left for the first club.
Pretty When You Cry
By Unaspirality
I was awaken by the jarring sound of the doorbell. Damn. I don't really want to see anyone right now, unless it's him. But I know it's not. It's most likely Omi wanting to know it I want to go for an early morning jog with him. Yohji would never be up this early.
I go to the door and open it up. No Omi, no Yohji, in fact, no one. I look to the left, then to the right, no one. I look down; there on the steps lay a cd along with an envelope. I pick them up, and look around one last time. No one seems to be there, so I close the door, and go into the kitchen.
I sit at the bar on a stool, and read the envelope. It's addressed to Kenken. Well that narrows it down to just about anybody. I assume it's from one of my obsessive fan girls, probably proclaiming their undying love for me. That makes me sick. Girls that don't even know me, obsessing about me, fantasizing about me, falling in love with the image of me.
I decide to open it up anyway.
'Dear Kenken,
Seems I have some apologizing to do. First of all, I'm sorry for waking you up. I know you were still sleeping. Second, I'm sorry for not realizing your feelings for me sooner. And third, I'm sorry for making you cry.
I know that last night wasn't the first time you cried yourself to sleep. The truth is, I have been staying at your house every night until you fall asleep. I know you cry for me. And I'm so sorry.
On the cd there is a song that I want you to listen to. It's the only song on the cd actually. It's on there about ten times. I hope it explains how I'm feeling right now. I really didn't mean to hurt you.
~Yo-tan
I take the cd, and place it into the cd player, push play, and listen…
You're made of my rib or baby
You're made of my sin
And I can't tell where your lust ends
And where your love begins
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry
And the moon gives me permission
And I enter through her eyes
She's loosing through her virginity
And all her will to compromise
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry
I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you
But you're pretty when you're mine
I didn't really love you baby
I didn't really love you
I didn't really love you
But I'm pretty when I lie
You hurt me baby
I hurt you baby
If you knew how much I loved you
You would run away
But When I treat you bad
It always makes you want to stay
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
How can you do this to me now?
"Yohji…"
~*~*~*~
Yohji said that he would take me out tonight. (Of course that was before I decided to tell him about my undying love.) So here I am, ready to go clubbing. I wanted to look absolutely irresistible to him, so I went shopping.
I got these impossibly tight low-rise blue shinny pants that flare over my new black shinny boots. My shirt is silver, very tight, very high-rise, and you can see my stomach, not to mention my bellybutton, my newly pierced bellybutton. It still hurts. It seems that I am trying anything to get Yohji these days.
He hasn't been by since that morning. That was three days ago. I hope that he'll still want to go with me. He did promise.
I listen to that song all the time. I know it by heart, and I've come to love it. I know it sounds crazy, considering what the song is about, but HE gave it to me.
I'm going to him. Nothing can stop me.
*Ding-Dong*
Except for maybe the doorbell. God, who could it be? I have to be leaving soon. I go to the door, and stick my head out.
"You ready yet Kenken?"
"Yohji…"
My blonde lover stood in front of me looking sexier than ever. He had on those awesome leather pants, they're the lowest pants he owns, they just barely cover the essentials, and boy do they make his ass look great. He wore a tight green crop top that showed his tight stomach muscles.
I opened the door the rest of the way, and you should have seen his face. He quickly tried to cover his reactions as his eyes roamed over my body. His gaze stopped at my bellybutton, and his eyes got really big. He tried for the longest time to convince me to pierce it.
Yohji pushed me back inside, shutting the door behind him. He dropped to his knees, and brought one hand up to touch the ring shoved through my sensitive skin. It hurt when he touched it, and I flinched. He stroked my stomach muscles soothingly. "Shhh…it's okay." He grabbed my hips and pulled himself up. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me. It felt so nice, so warm, so…loving.
He pulled away from me, brushing his cheek against mine. He softly kissed me there, and took my hand in his, then we left for the first club.
