Author's Note: My first published fic so be kind. I've no one to beta it
for me so if you've got any tips and such please let me know but do be
gentle ^.^ None of Weiss belongs to me (darnit) - this is purely for
enjoyment purposes - no suing allowed. It's a pretty short story and I may
expand it with more details but I'm not sure if that's necessary so let me
know please. Hope you enjoy it somehow!
ONLY TWENTY: CH. 2
Omi froze when he saw Aya close his eyes for a long moment. He was about to take his pulse, fearing that the redhead had given up on them when Aya's eyes reopened. "Don't scare me like that," Omi sighed shaking his head. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn that through the passing headlight above, he saw Aya give him an apologetic look.
"What did you say?" asked Ken.
"Nandemonai (nothing)," muttered Omi. "There's the hospital!"
"I see it! I see it," Youji told him. "Don't have to yell. Geez."
"Gomen."
"There's Manx and Birman," Ken pointed out seeing the two women.
They quickly parked the car and carried Aya as gently as they could onto a waiting gurney. They followed right behind him, rushing with the doctors and nurses who were trying to stabilize the young man.
The first thought that came across one of the nurse's minds was how young Aya looked while the boys when they explained the situation. Luckily, majority of the doctors and nurses who worked at this hospital were part of the whole system that began so many years ago. Part of the same system that ran Weiss. No questions would be asked beyond the vital information to identify the patient and the general situation. The other members were quickly treated as well but they did not feel the pain in their wounds. They could only worry about their leader, their comrade, their friend.
Silently, they sat in the waiting room for hours with Birman and Manx. Worn and haggard were the three members of Weiss and despite being only twenty- two, nineteen, and seventeen they looked much older. All their work's toll was showing that night and Manx and Birman knew it. They knew that Weiss could fall apart of Aya died on them. Both women fought in their minds with the idea that Aya was too stubborn, too strong to die. He was only 20 after all. Too young to die; too young to even be killing. Yet, he could kill; he could still die.
Each of Weiss remembered the first times they met Aya, the memorable and not so memorable reminisces. They tried to stop themselves from thinking this way because it was too painful, as if the boy was already dead. He wouldn't die. He couldn't die. If Aya did make it alive they would be sure to kill him for worrying them like crazy. They would be sure that he knew how scared they had been.
Aya wanted to cry because the pain was becoming unbearably worse but he did not cry. He hadn't cried for a long time. He didn't even know if had tears to cry with. His mouth would have been dry, had he not so much blood in it. He could hear the commotion the nurses and doctors were making over him and he wondered if this is how his sister was fussed over. They saved her, had her in a coma, but saved her, he thought. And for that he was grateful. Aya wondered if they could save him to. He wondered if he wanted to be saved or not. The frantic orders and movements that the people around him made him long for his friends. They were more comforting to him than these people. If Aya was going to live or die, he wanted to do either in the company of his friends. The people who he led. The people who he was finally able to trust most.
ONLY TWENTY: CH. 2
Omi froze when he saw Aya close his eyes for a long moment. He was about to take his pulse, fearing that the redhead had given up on them when Aya's eyes reopened. "Don't scare me like that," Omi sighed shaking his head. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn that through the passing headlight above, he saw Aya give him an apologetic look.
"What did you say?" asked Ken.
"Nandemonai (nothing)," muttered Omi. "There's the hospital!"
"I see it! I see it," Youji told him. "Don't have to yell. Geez."
"Gomen."
"There's Manx and Birman," Ken pointed out seeing the two women.
They quickly parked the car and carried Aya as gently as they could onto a waiting gurney. They followed right behind him, rushing with the doctors and nurses who were trying to stabilize the young man.
The first thought that came across one of the nurse's minds was how young Aya looked while the boys when they explained the situation. Luckily, majority of the doctors and nurses who worked at this hospital were part of the whole system that began so many years ago. Part of the same system that ran Weiss. No questions would be asked beyond the vital information to identify the patient and the general situation. The other members were quickly treated as well but they did not feel the pain in their wounds. They could only worry about their leader, their comrade, their friend.
Silently, they sat in the waiting room for hours with Birman and Manx. Worn and haggard were the three members of Weiss and despite being only twenty- two, nineteen, and seventeen they looked much older. All their work's toll was showing that night and Manx and Birman knew it. They knew that Weiss could fall apart of Aya died on them. Both women fought in their minds with the idea that Aya was too stubborn, too strong to die. He was only 20 after all. Too young to die; too young to even be killing. Yet, he could kill; he could still die.
Each of Weiss remembered the first times they met Aya, the memorable and not so memorable reminisces. They tried to stop themselves from thinking this way because it was too painful, as if the boy was already dead. He wouldn't die. He couldn't die. If Aya did make it alive they would be sure to kill him for worrying them like crazy. They would be sure that he knew how scared they had been.
Aya wanted to cry because the pain was becoming unbearably worse but he did not cry. He hadn't cried for a long time. He didn't even know if had tears to cry with. His mouth would have been dry, had he not so much blood in it. He could hear the commotion the nurses and doctors were making over him and he wondered if this is how his sister was fussed over. They saved her, had her in a coma, but saved her, he thought. And for that he was grateful. Aya wondered if they could save him to. He wondered if he wanted to be saved or not. The frantic orders and movements that the people around him made him long for his friends. They were more comforting to him than these people. If Aya was going to live or die, he wanted to do either in the company of his friends. The people who he led. The people who he was finally able to trust most.
