Disclaimers: Yeah I know...as much as I adore them I don't own Weiss Kreuz so please don't sue. I only do this for fun!!
Comments: This is my first fic and just reflects my wacked out way of thinking, please be kind and comment on it, I would appreciate it!
Oh and heres something helpful:
Any words in " " Are spoken!
Any words in ' ' Are thoughts!
*points up* Yeah yeah I know you know that by now...but I keep on saying it! *L*
Well lets see what our poor Ken has been doing since he watched soccer with Aya!
Thanks to everyone who has comment on this story so far! It makes me feel all happy inside so please please keep commenting so I know your liking it. As YES Aya's sister is coming home..just be patient *shakes head*
Ken laid in his bed looking at the ceiling, tomorrow was Sunday and the flower shop was always closed on Sundays. 'So it really doesn't matter how long I sit here and think about Aya, I don't have to get up at any specific time.' So that's why Ken laid there in his shirt and shorts watching the light play on his ceiling as cars drove by. It had been three days since Aya had watched the soccer game with him, three days and he could still feel the heat from the redheads body. Three days and his touch was still burning his skin. Three days since Yohji had to walk in and disrupted their conversation. 'I could kill Yohji, Aya was responding! He was touching me…' Running his hand though his dark hair he sighed laying in the dark. 'Maybe tomorrow will be the same, maybe I'll make some headway? If I can just get him relaxed again, enjoying the game…' He was deep in thought when there was a light knock on his door. Confused he sat up looking at the door for a moment then walked over, opening it. "Aya?" The older assassin was wearing black pajama pants and a black shirt, sometimes Ken wondered if he knew what color was. 'Well other than that ugly orange sweater he use to wear.'
"Can I come in?" He asked, his whole body was showing how unsure he was about this. Ken nodded, opening the door enough that he could get in. Aya looked around the dark room for a moment, then frowned. "You need to clean up."
"Yeah I know, come on over and sit down." He said. "Just follow me and you won't get lost." Aya smiled, following the younger man. Once they were at the bed he took a seat, looking at Ken.
"I wanted to thank you." He said, holding out a box.
Ken looked from the box to Aya. "But I didn't do anything? I mean if your talking about the soccer game, that was my pleasure."
Aya shook his head, putting the box into his hands. "It's not just that, its everything. All this time you're the only one who's ever tried to understand me. I wanted you to know I…" He stopped, looking down at the hand that held the box.
Nodding, he opened the box looking to it and pulled out a book. Ken turned on his bedside light to look at it. "Poetry?" He asked, looking up at Aya.
"Well, you showed me something you liked…" He said, pausing. "I marked one."
Looking back down at the book he saw something sticking out at one page, opening it he looked at the poem. "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole. I thank whatever gods may be, For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance, My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears, Looms but the Horror of the shade. And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul." Ken finished reading the poem, looking up at Aya. He was looking down, his eyes closed. "That's beautiful Aya."
"It Henley.." He whispered, then looked up a small smile on his face. "Well the bookmark cost a lot more than the book." Ken gave him an odd look, pulling out the marker. That's when he realized it was a small envelope, opening it he pulled out the two tickets. "I thought maybe you could explain this soccer thing to me again." He said seeing Ken realizes what they were.
"Aya, these are for the league game." He saw the redhead nod. "Japan and England tomorrow?"
"Yes." He answered, Ken was totally shocked. "I had Omi help me find them, so you will have to thank him as well."
Ken looked up meeting his eyes. "But why?"
Aya shrugged. "You're a wonderful person Ken, I don't know how to tell you everything I feel so I thought those would help." Ken didn't understand then realized that these tickets must of been hard to find, all the trouble Omi and Aya had gone to. Aya had gone though all that trouble for him? "Ken?"
"Thank you Aya."
The redhead nodded, then breathed out. Ken was about to speak when Aya looked back up. "Can I….talk to you?" He asked, Ken simply nodded wanting to hear Aya's voice. "I'm…" He sighed. "I was depressed." He said, feeling Ken take his hand. "I missed my sister so much and I knew that she was hiding something. It hurt, I thought she would tell me anything."
"But now you know what it is." He pointed out.
Aya nodded. "Now I'm worried, what if I don't like him." He said, looking down at their combined hands. It was very comforting to feel the dark haired man next to him. "I don't want to hurt her, not if she's happy."
"Isabella has good taste, I'm sure you will like him." He felt the pale hand tighten on his. "Is there something else bothering you?"
Sighing he looked up, meeting the beautiful dark brown eyes of his companions. 'If I don't do this now I will regret it.' Leaning forward, he gently kissed the man beside him. Ken's eyes widened, then relaxed returning the hesitant kiss. When they finally pulled away from one another Ken blushed running his hand down Aya's cheek. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." He whispered.
"I have wanted you to do that for a long time." Ken answered, pressing his mouth to Aya's again, the redhead opened his mouth without hesitation to the other man's. Moaning as the kiss deepened, he felt Ken's hand run under his shirt, hot against his skin. Pulling back, Ken smiled leaning his forehead against the man beside him. "I care for you so much." He breathed, Aya smiled wrapping his arms around Ken's waist.
"Do you?" He asked closing his eyes as his partner ran his hand down his cheek and neck then nodded.
"Yes." Aya sighed, the smile fading away. "Aya, what's wrong?"
Opening his eyes he once again met the dark eyes of the younger man. "Everyone I love dies." He whispered, afraid to admit what he was feeling. He felt Ken pull him down onto the bed taking Aya into his arms feeling the redhead rest his head on his shoulder.
"I won't die." He answered, running his hand though the redheads hair. 'It feels like silk, I knew this was right, Aya just feels right.' When Aya didn't answer he frowned. "Not everyone you loves dies, Isabella is still alive…and the three of us are still alive."
"I know." He whispered, wrapping his arm's back around the soccer players waist Aya looked up at him. "Swear it.." He said simply.
"What?"
"Swear you won't leave me." He said. "Swear you won't die."
Ken thought this over for a moment, then shaking his head he kissed Aya quickly. "All I can promise is that you will never be alone again…if in life or death I can be with you…I will." He could tell the redhead was thinking over his answer, then saw him nod. "Everything's going to be ok Aya, your sister is coming and now you have me. I swear I'll always be here for you as long as you swear to always talk to me. Don't close me out again…just talk to me."
Aya seemed to hesitate for a moment, then met his eyes. "I promise."
The two laid down in the bed, Ken pulling up the covers. "You are very beautiful, you know that?" Aya breathed out, a slight blush crossing his cheeks. "Sleep, everything's going to be ok now." He nodded, resting against Ken's body. 'Over a year…' He thought to himself as he looked at the sleeping man in his arms. 'That's how long it took me to tell you…that's how long ago it was that I had told Omi and started this personal mission. Over a year to break into that shell, but it was worth everything.' He smiled, kissing his lovers cheek. "I love you Aya.." He whispered. "I swear, if in life or death….we will never be apart again."
*sniffles* I'm so proud of my Ken!!!! *big happy grin* Actually, I'm so proud of my Aya!!!!! About time they admitted how they felt for each other!
La la la so now what's going to happen? Will Omi finally get enough courage to tell Yohji how he feels? Is Yohji going to have a heart attack cuz Aya actually accepted love from someone?? Oh well next chapter should be up soon I'm almost done with it!
Comments: This is my first fic and just reflects my wacked out way of thinking, please be kind and comment on it, I would appreciate it!
Oh and heres something helpful:
Any words in " " Are spoken!
Any words in ' ' Are thoughts!
*points up* Yeah yeah I know you know that by now...but I keep on saying it! *L*
Well lets see what our poor Ken has been doing since he watched soccer with Aya!
Thanks to everyone who has comment on this story so far! It makes me feel all happy inside so please please keep commenting so I know your liking it. As YES Aya's sister is coming home..just be patient *shakes head*
Ken laid in his bed looking at the ceiling, tomorrow was Sunday and the flower shop was always closed on Sundays. 'So it really doesn't matter how long I sit here and think about Aya, I don't have to get up at any specific time.' So that's why Ken laid there in his shirt and shorts watching the light play on his ceiling as cars drove by. It had been three days since Aya had watched the soccer game with him, three days and he could still feel the heat from the redheads body. Three days and his touch was still burning his skin. Three days since Yohji had to walk in and disrupted their conversation. 'I could kill Yohji, Aya was responding! He was touching me…' Running his hand though his dark hair he sighed laying in the dark. 'Maybe tomorrow will be the same, maybe I'll make some headway? If I can just get him relaxed again, enjoying the game…' He was deep in thought when there was a light knock on his door. Confused he sat up looking at the door for a moment then walked over, opening it. "Aya?" The older assassin was wearing black pajama pants and a black shirt, sometimes Ken wondered if he knew what color was. 'Well other than that ugly orange sweater he use to wear.'
"Can I come in?" He asked, his whole body was showing how unsure he was about this. Ken nodded, opening the door enough that he could get in. Aya looked around the dark room for a moment, then frowned. "You need to clean up."
"Yeah I know, come on over and sit down." He said. "Just follow me and you won't get lost." Aya smiled, following the younger man. Once they were at the bed he took a seat, looking at Ken.
"I wanted to thank you." He said, holding out a box.
Ken looked from the box to Aya. "But I didn't do anything? I mean if your talking about the soccer game, that was my pleasure."
Aya shook his head, putting the box into his hands. "It's not just that, its everything. All this time you're the only one who's ever tried to understand me. I wanted you to know I…" He stopped, looking down at the hand that held the box.
Nodding, he opened the box looking to it and pulled out a book. Ken turned on his bedside light to look at it. "Poetry?" He asked, looking up at Aya.
"Well, you showed me something you liked…" He said, pausing. "I marked one."
Looking back down at the book he saw something sticking out at one page, opening it he looked at the poem. "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole. I thank whatever gods may be, For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance, My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears, Looms but the Horror of the shade. And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul." Ken finished reading the poem, looking up at Aya. He was looking down, his eyes closed. "That's beautiful Aya."
"It Henley.." He whispered, then looked up a small smile on his face. "Well the bookmark cost a lot more than the book." Ken gave him an odd look, pulling out the marker. That's when he realized it was a small envelope, opening it he pulled out the two tickets. "I thought maybe you could explain this soccer thing to me again." He said seeing Ken realizes what they were.
"Aya, these are for the league game." He saw the redhead nod. "Japan and England tomorrow?"
"Yes." He answered, Ken was totally shocked. "I had Omi help me find them, so you will have to thank him as well."
Ken looked up meeting his eyes. "But why?"
Aya shrugged. "You're a wonderful person Ken, I don't know how to tell you everything I feel so I thought those would help." Ken didn't understand then realized that these tickets must of been hard to find, all the trouble Omi and Aya had gone to. Aya had gone though all that trouble for him? "Ken?"
"Thank you Aya."
The redhead nodded, then breathed out. Ken was about to speak when Aya looked back up. "Can I….talk to you?" He asked, Ken simply nodded wanting to hear Aya's voice. "I'm…" He sighed. "I was depressed." He said, feeling Ken take his hand. "I missed my sister so much and I knew that she was hiding something. It hurt, I thought she would tell me anything."
"But now you know what it is." He pointed out.
Aya nodded. "Now I'm worried, what if I don't like him." He said, looking down at their combined hands. It was very comforting to feel the dark haired man next to him. "I don't want to hurt her, not if she's happy."
"Isabella has good taste, I'm sure you will like him." He felt the pale hand tighten on his. "Is there something else bothering you?"
Sighing he looked up, meeting the beautiful dark brown eyes of his companions. 'If I don't do this now I will regret it.' Leaning forward, he gently kissed the man beside him. Ken's eyes widened, then relaxed returning the hesitant kiss. When they finally pulled away from one another Ken blushed running his hand down Aya's cheek. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." He whispered.
"I have wanted you to do that for a long time." Ken answered, pressing his mouth to Aya's again, the redhead opened his mouth without hesitation to the other man's. Moaning as the kiss deepened, he felt Ken's hand run under his shirt, hot against his skin. Pulling back, Ken smiled leaning his forehead against the man beside him. "I care for you so much." He breathed, Aya smiled wrapping his arms around Ken's waist.
"Do you?" He asked closing his eyes as his partner ran his hand down his cheek and neck then nodded.
"Yes." Aya sighed, the smile fading away. "Aya, what's wrong?"
Opening his eyes he once again met the dark eyes of the younger man. "Everyone I love dies." He whispered, afraid to admit what he was feeling. He felt Ken pull him down onto the bed taking Aya into his arms feeling the redhead rest his head on his shoulder.
"I won't die." He answered, running his hand though the redheads hair. 'It feels like silk, I knew this was right, Aya just feels right.' When Aya didn't answer he frowned. "Not everyone you loves dies, Isabella is still alive…and the three of us are still alive."
"I know." He whispered, wrapping his arm's back around the soccer players waist Aya looked up at him. "Swear it.." He said simply.
"What?"
"Swear you won't leave me." He said. "Swear you won't die."
Ken thought this over for a moment, then shaking his head he kissed Aya quickly. "All I can promise is that you will never be alone again…if in life or death I can be with you…I will." He could tell the redhead was thinking over his answer, then saw him nod. "Everything's going to be ok Aya, your sister is coming and now you have me. I swear I'll always be here for you as long as you swear to always talk to me. Don't close me out again…just talk to me."
Aya seemed to hesitate for a moment, then met his eyes. "I promise."
The two laid down in the bed, Ken pulling up the covers. "You are very beautiful, you know that?" Aya breathed out, a slight blush crossing his cheeks. "Sleep, everything's going to be ok now." He nodded, resting against Ken's body. 'Over a year…' He thought to himself as he looked at the sleeping man in his arms. 'That's how long it took me to tell you…that's how long ago it was that I had told Omi and started this personal mission. Over a year to break into that shell, but it was worth everything.' He smiled, kissing his lovers cheek. "I love you Aya.." He whispered. "I swear, if in life or death….we will never be apart again."
*sniffles* I'm so proud of my Ken!!!! *big happy grin* Actually, I'm so proud of my Aya!!!!! About time they admitted how they felt for each other!
La la la so now what's going to happen? Will Omi finally get enough courage to tell Yohji how he feels? Is Yohji going to have a heart attack cuz Aya actually accepted love from someone?? Oh well next chapter should be up soon I'm almost done with it!
