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!
Warning: Deathfic. too bad a warning gives it all away, but please, read on anyway ^_^
ONLY TWENTY: Ending 1
Finally he gave up. He was too tired to go through this anymore. He decided that he would put this to an end. All of it. And he finally felt relieved when he heard the doctor say "I'm afraid there's nothing left for us to do." He felt sorry for the doctor because he knew that despite the way doctors were supposed to detach themselves from their patients they could not detach themselves as much as Aya could. No one could probably detach themselves as much as killers. It was far too unhealthy physically and mentally to do something like get sentimental or attached. It was odd that Aya felt sorry for anyone, yet he did.
When the remaining members of Weiss heard the news, Ken and Youji were ready to grab the doctor's collar and shove him back into the operating room and save Aya. Omi would have stopped them but he was in shock. Only Birman and Manx could have held the two boys back. The doctor, afraid, but relieved and genuinely sorry, told them that they had moved Aya to a room where he could be comfortable. Aya probably had a few hours left. They could talk to him until it was time.
Angry, or upset, most likely both, the five went to see Aya. There, in his hospital room, the young man was attached to a few machines but not as many as he would have had if he were to live. No, they were just monitoring him and keeping him comfortable. "Aya-kun," Omi whispered.
Aya almost smiled; glad to see the others instead of the doctors and nurses. He hated hospitals. Now that he saw his friends he was feeling better but he wished he could be in his own bed. He saw that Omi was in tears and Youji and Ken were trying to fight it. Even Manx and Birman were getting teary -eyed. It was annoying him. But really, it stirred him. Aya didn't think people would cry for him. He didn't want people to cry for him. Yet here were these five individuals who were in tears. And then Aya thought of his sister. He wanted to see her one last time but he knew it was impossible. He did not want her to see him like this. He did not want her to see how he was now. Aya knew she would be ok.
"You know you're a bastard," Youji muttered. Everyone turned to him and saw that he was angry. "Why the hell did you have to play the hero? Why the hell did you go and prove us all wrong; that you ARE a fucking human being?"
"Youji," Manx murmured.
"Youji-kun," Omi put his hand on the oldest member's arm.
"It's not fair you know, you leaving like this," Ken muttered, looking down. He then stared at Aya. "You can't do this."
"We need you Aya-kun," sniffled Omi. "Weiss isn't Weiss without you."
Aya didn't want to admit it but it was nice to hear those words. For the first time in years he felt a certain satisfaction with himself, with the life he had led. He was no saint, nor did he ever want to be one, but he was happy with it in the end. "Thank you," he whispered, smiling faintly. "Ran," he said in a heavy voice like a sigh. "Namae (My name)."
"Ran-kun," nodded Omi, wiping away his tears. "Wakatta." Omi knew that by the change in names, Ran had accepted himself and had come to terms with who he was. He knew that now there was no way to convince Aya, no, Ran, to stay. He would be happier and at peace this way.
"Take. care.of each.other," added the redhead. He wasn't cold anymore.
"They'll be good," promised Birman. "We'll be sure to babysit and keep an eye on them."
"Hey what's that supposed to mean?" chorused Omi, Ken, and Youji.
"It means that you children need parental guidance from time to time," Manx smiled.
Ran smiled too. He knew it was true, generally. But they were all kids really. He wanted to be a kid again too, but it was ok. He didn't mind. He just hoped that everything would be ok for his friends. He never meant to be a burden. Omi put a hand on Aya's shoulder. Youji put a hand on Aya's arm. Ken took a hand. Manx clasped her hand around Ran's. Birman had one against the boy's forehead. "Take care. of.her.." He whispered. And the others nodded slowly, smiling as they promised. It was then that Fujimiya Ran smiled his first real smile in 3 long, painful years and his body relaxed and tears fell.
Only twenty years old, and already Fujimiya Ran could watch over his friends until they joined him.
EPILOGUE: Hours later, after sunrise, Ken was the only one who could have done it. Omi was still in shock and too upset. Youji was out, trying to find some way to get over this. Ken would've been running or exercising or beating something up, but this needed to be done. Upon their arrival back home, they searched through Ran's things. They were really too tired to do it, but they decided that there may be of something of importance there. And there was. It was an informal will of a sort that Ran had written and kept updating since he first began his revenge. It was typical of him to be so prepared. Ken sighed when he found himself back at Koneko Sumu no Ie.
"Irasshaimase," greeted a cheerful voice.
Ken swallowed hard when he saw the owner of the voice. God this was harder than he thought. There stood Fujimiya Aya, looking almost like her brother; aside from being the opposite sex and having brown hair, the greatest difference between them was her large smile. He knew that it would hurt her to hear this so he flipped the sign on the door to "Closed."
Aya did not notice, nor would she have cared. She knew who he was. She had seen in him the only photo she had of the four boys who once ran the store and lived in the apartments above it. "Hidaka Ken," she whispered, almost blushing. While her eyes spotted her brother in the picture first, they quickly moved onto Ken's face.
Ken nodded, not surprised she knew who he was. He tried to smile but it was hard. He knew he had to be gentle and at least semi-cheerful for this girl he had never met. For the girl that his friend and leader had lived 3 years of life to take care of and avenge - the only person to receive any affection from the stolid redhead. "Anou.Aya-chan," he began, "there's something I have to - "
"It's about Onii-chan," isn't it?" she interrupted, reading Ken's face.
Ken blinked. "A-Aa." Aya sat down and looked down. "Gomen nasai, Aya- chan, demo, A-" Ken was about to say Aya but quickly corrected himself. "Ran passed away early this morning." He bit his lip when he saw the girl shaking a bit and the tear drops landing on her lap. Then he looked at her with amazement when he saw her smile.
"Souka." she whispered. Sniffling and wiping her tears she still smiled. "Daijoubudesuyo," she told Ken seeing the worried look on his face. "He's happier now isn't he? He'll be ok now."
"Aa," was all Ken could say.
"He was only twenty." she whispered. "He was still too young. An old fart to me, but still young," she tried to laugh. Before she could continue, she found herself in Ken's arms, an embrace that reminded her of the ones her brother gave to her long ago. The ones she will never get again. Then she cried. Ken held her as she sobbed, her body shivering. He could not cry anymore because he had cried too much already. Ken was tired of crying for the same person he once could not get along with, but now missed. He would take care of Aya-chan They all would. It was the least they could do for Ran. They would continue what he had worked so hard for.
"Only twenty but he has found his peace," Ken consoled Aya. And she smiled a genuine smile, happy and sad, but satisfied with Ken's words.
Yes, so that was a pretty lame ending. but I tried!
Warning: Deathfic. too bad a warning gives it all away, but please, read on anyway ^_^
ONLY TWENTY: Ending 1
Finally he gave up. He was too tired to go through this anymore. He decided that he would put this to an end. All of it. And he finally felt relieved when he heard the doctor say "I'm afraid there's nothing left for us to do." He felt sorry for the doctor because he knew that despite the way doctors were supposed to detach themselves from their patients they could not detach themselves as much as Aya could. No one could probably detach themselves as much as killers. It was far too unhealthy physically and mentally to do something like get sentimental or attached. It was odd that Aya felt sorry for anyone, yet he did.
When the remaining members of Weiss heard the news, Ken and Youji were ready to grab the doctor's collar and shove him back into the operating room and save Aya. Omi would have stopped them but he was in shock. Only Birman and Manx could have held the two boys back. The doctor, afraid, but relieved and genuinely sorry, told them that they had moved Aya to a room where he could be comfortable. Aya probably had a few hours left. They could talk to him until it was time.
Angry, or upset, most likely both, the five went to see Aya. There, in his hospital room, the young man was attached to a few machines but not as many as he would have had if he were to live. No, they were just monitoring him and keeping him comfortable. "Aya-kun," Omi whispered.
Aya almost smiled; glad to see the others instead of the doctors and nurses. He hated hospitals. Now that he saw his friends he was feeling better but he wished he could be in his own bed. He saw that Omi was in tears and Youji and Ken were trying to fight it. Even Manx and Birman were getting teary -eyed. It was annoying him. But really, it stirred him. Aya didn't think people would cry for him. He didn't want people to cry for him. Yet here were these five individuals who were in tears. And then Aya thought of his sister. He wanted to see her one last time but he knew it was impossible. He did not want her to see him like this. He did not want her to see how he was now. Aya knew she would be ok.
"You know you're a bastard," Youji muttered. Everyone turned to him and saw that he was angry. "Why the hell did you have to play the hero? Why the hell did you go and prove us all wrong; that you ARE a fucking human being?"
"Youji," Manx murmured.
"Youji-kun," Omi put his hand on the oldest member's arm.
"It's not fair you know, you leaving like this," Ken muttered, looking down. He then stared at Aya. "You can't do this."
"We need you Aya-kun," sniffled Omi. "Weiss isn't Weiss without you."
Aya didn't want to admit it but it was nice to hear those words. For the first time in years he felt a certain satisfaction with himself, with the life he had led. He was no saint, nor did he ever want to be one, but he was happy with it in the end. "Thank you," he whispered, smiling faintly. "Ran," he said in a heavy voice like a sigh. "Namae (My name)."
"Ran-kun," nodded Omi, wiping away his tears. "Wakatta." Omi knew that by the change in names, Ran had accepted himself and had come to terms with who he was. He knew that now there was no way to convince Aya, no, Ran, to stay. He would be happier and at peace this way.
"Take. care.of each.other," added the redhead. He wasn't cold anymore.
"They'll be good," promised Birman. "We'll be sure to babysit and keep an eye on them."
"Hey what's that supposed to mean?" chorused Omi, Ken, and Youji.
"It means that you children need parental guidance from time to time," Manx smiled.
Ran smiled too. He knew it was true, generally. But they were all kids really. He wanted to be a kid again too, but it was ok. He didn't mind. He just hoped that everything would be ok for his friends. He never meant to be a burden. Omi put a hand on Aya's shoulder. Youji put a hand on Aya's arm. Ken took a hand. Manx clasped her hand around Ran's. Birman had one against the boy's forehead. "Take care. of.her.." He whispered. And the others nodded slowly, smiling as they promised. It was then that Fujimiya Ran smiled his first real smile in 3 long, painful years and his body relaxed and tears fell.
Only twenty years old, and already Fujimiya Ran could watch over his friends until they joined him.
EPILOGUE: Hours later, after sunrise, Ken was the only one who could have done it. Omi was still in shock and too upset. Youji was out, trying to find some way to get over this. Ken would've been running or exercising or beating something up, but this needed to be done. Upon their arrival back home, they searched through Ran's things. They were really too tired to do it, but they decided that there may be of something of importance there. And there was. It was an informal will of a sort that Ran had written and kept updating since he first began his revenge. It was typical of him to be so prepared. Ken sighed when he found himself back at Koneko Sumu no Ie.
"Irasshaimase," greeted a cheerful voice.
Ken swallowed hard when he saw the owner of the voice. God this was harder than he thought. There stood Fujimiya Aya, looking almost like her brother; aside from being the opposite sex and having brown hair, the greatest difference between them was her large smile. He knew that it would hurt her to hear this so he flipped the sign on the door to "Closed."
Aya did not notice, nor would she have cared. She knew who he was. She had seen in him the only photo she had of the four boys who once ran the store and lived in the apartments above it. "Hidaka Ken," she whispered, almost blushing. While her eyes spotted her brother in the picture first, they quickly moved onto Ken's face.
Ken nodded, not surprised she knew who he was. He tried to smile but it was hard. He knew he had to be gentle and at least semi-cheerful for this girl he had never met. For the girl that his friend and leader had lived 3 years of life to take care of and avenge - the only person to receive any affection from the stolid redhead. "Anou.Aya-chan," he began, "there's something I have to - "
"It's about Onii-chan," isn't it?" she interrupted, reading Ken's face.
Ken blinked. "A-Aa." Aya sat down and looked down. "Gomen nasai, Aya- chan, demo, A-" Ken was about to say Aya but quickly corrected himself. "Ran passed away early this morning." He bit his lip when he saw the girl shaking a bit and the tear drops landing on her lap. Then he looked at her with amazement when he saw her smile.
"Souka." she whispered. Sniffling and wiping her tears she still smiled. "Daijoubudesuyo," she told Ken seeing the worried look on his face. "He's happier now isn't he? He'll be ok now."
"Aa," was all Ken could say.
"He was only twenty." she whispered. "He was still too young. An old fart to me, but still young," she tried to laugh. Before she could continue, she found herself in Ken's arms, an embrace that reminded her of the ones her brother gave to her long ago. The ones she will never get again. Then she cried. Ken held her as she sobbed, her body shivering. He could not cry anymore because he had cried too much already. Ken was tired of crying for the same person he once could not get along with, but now missed. He would take care of Aya-chan They all would. It was the least they could do for Ran. They would continue what he had worked so hard for.
"Only twenty but he has found his peace," Ken consoled Aya. And she smiled a genuine smile, happy and sad, but satisfied with Ken's words.
Yes, so that was a pretty lame ending. but I tried!
