Disclaimer:
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
[NEW!] - Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for "potty-mouth" language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
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'Thank You's: I'm happy to see that in such a short time, I've already received several reviews! Special thanks goes to:
Jin (I'm glad you're okay, now!), Dinara, Joanna (YojixOmi in the next chapter! I promise!), LittleIsa, Rika-chan (I want that picture, too! T.T), and Whisper Reilman!
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Revealing Myself:
Chapter Five: Dine With Him
"How is it?" I ask, conversationally.
"Hm?" he looks up at me, a fork in his mouth.
"How's your food?"
"Fine."
"Good."
The first things we said on our so-called "date". As you can see, Aya is not one to talk much.
We are seated by a large window, at the North American restaurant, "Kelsey's". This is my first time eating here, and I only suggested it because I heard from Yoji that it's good. I ordered a Cheese Burger with fries on the side, while Aya ordered a Caesar Salad. Now, I understand how he keeps such a thin form.
I take a large bite out of my burger, and chew thoughtfully. Not bad. I stuff some fries into my mouth. Better than a lot of other places I know. I gulp down half of my glass of water. Must be from the tap. I grab my napkin, and wipe my mouth. I look up, and see Aya staring at me.
I stare back at him. What?
"What?" I ask, curiously.
He frowns at me. "Do you always eat like that?"
Do I always -what-? What's that suppose to mean? What's wrong with the way I eat?
"What do you mean?" I ask, watching him closely.
He narrows his eyes, in return. "Do you always eat, looking like a pig?"
-What-? What is his problem?
I scarf down some more fries, just to spite him. "You've been living with me for nearly two years. Shouldn't you be used to my habits by now?" I ask, with my mouth still filled with half-chewed up fries.
He scowls at my actions. "I didn't think you would perform your habits in public."
"There's nothing -wrong- with the way I eat." I tell him, narrowing my own eyes.
"There has to be -something- wrong, if I'm having problems eating in front of you." he retorts.
"If you're having such a hard time eating, why don't you just stop looking at me?"
He gives me a dark glare. It's so hard to suppress a fearful gulp. "That's kind of hard when you're sitting right here."
"No one told you to stare straight ahead, when you eat."
"I don't stare straight ahead."
"Then, why are you complaining?"
"I'm not complaining!"
"Sure seemed like it a moment ago."
"I was simply asking you a question."
"And I wasn't suppose to take offense to your -question-?"
"You take offense in everything I say!"
"Only because you offend me, every time you open that big mouth of yours!"
"Nobody else seems to be having that problem!"
"Probably because they're too scared to confront you!"
"Why would they be scared?"
"Because you're a jackass!"
"Uh... Excuse me, sir?" A light tap on my shoulder.
"What?" We both yell at the poor waiter.
"Uh... Um... C-Could you..." He glances at a glowering Aya, and gulps. "C-Could you l-l-lower y-your voices a-a bit?" he squeaks out. "P- Please?"
It is then that we realize that all of the occupants of the restaurant were staring at us, in surprise. Guess we were a bit loud.
"Sorry," I smile, apologetically at the waiter. "We'll be quiet."
He bows his head, and hastily retreats.
Aya and I resume our dinner, in an uncomfortable silence. Some "date" this is turning out to be.
We are nearly finished our meals, when Aya decides to speak up.
"I'm sorry." he tells me.
"W-What?" I didn't expect him to be the one to apologize first. After all, Fujimiya Aya doesn't -need- to apologize. He's -Aya-!
"I said I'm sorry." he tells me, irritably. I guess he doesn't like to apologize.
I'm silent for a moment, taken aback. Sorry? He was -sorry-? I check outside the window, only to see a crescent moon. I was almost -sure- that there is a blue moon, tonight! ...Unless, I'm not suppose to take it, literally.
"Uh..." I'm still unable to respond. He looks at me, expectantly. I glance back up at the seemingly, normal moon.
"S'Okay." I finally say. I face him again, and he has this amused look on his face. What now? Did he figure out what I did? "I'm sorry, too."
"It's alright." he tells me. He looks down at his empty plate. Silence between us again, only this time, it's more comfortable.
The waiter comes to take away our empty plates, and asks us if we want dessert. Aya responds for both of us, when he says yes.
"Anything chocolate." he tells him. He looks at me, and I turn away blushing. Anything chocolate? Does he just have a craving or is he actually implying something? I shake my head. I'm probably reading into it, too much. He can't possibly be interested in me. Why would he? I'm such a boring guy! The typical 'boy next door'. Aya is... Well, he's exotic. What, with his flaming, red hair, his beautiful, amethyst eyes, and ivory skin. He's everything anybody could hope for! And as for me... Well, if you prefer boring, brown hair and brown eyes...
I look at Aya again, wondering if the dessert had meant anything. At that moment, the waiter returns with our latest order. He sets two small plates in front of each of us, and places two clean forks with them. He nods his head, and leaves.
I examine the small dessert. It's a piece of chocolate cake, topped with fudge, brownie bits, and whipped cream. There's a strawberry lying on top of the white substance. Yum! Looks delicious! The first thing I do is pick up the fruit and lick off the cream from it. I swirl the tip of it with my tongue, before settling it in my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I see Aya watching me. Uh-oh. Have I done something wrong? Is the way I'm eating the strawberry obscene?
I decide to just suck on the fruit a bit, so as to not disturb him. I'm a nice guy, after all.
However, my new choice of action seems to be bothering my friend. He's squirming in his seat, and looking very uncomfortable. I watch him pick up his own fork, and tentatively start to eat his cake, bit by bit.
I've finished the strawberry, by now, and I'm starting on the toppings. I scrape off a bit of it from the top and settle it in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I slowly slide the fork out of my mouth, and let out a small moan of appreciation. The fudge is extremely good! I wonder how they make it here?
I continue to devour the rest of the toppings the same way. Opening my eyes, I see Aya frantically eating his cake. Wow, he's sure in a hurry. I wonder what's gotten him so worked up?
"I... I need to go... Wash up." he tells me, wiping his mouth in one quick movement, and leaping out of his chair. I watch as he maneuvers around the restaurant to get to the men's room.
Well, now that was unusual. I shrug. Maybe the cake wasn't to his liking, or maybe it upset his stomach. Either way, it's none of my business. I finish the rest of my dessert, and signal for the bill. Aya returns not too long afterwards, and settles down in his seat, seemingly calm once more.
"Everything alright?" I ask, a bit worriedly.
He nods his head, but doesn't say anything. I frown. Is it just me, or does his skin look even more pale? Maybe the food here made him sick! Uh- oh... This was a bad idea, coming here. I hope he isn't mad at me!
The bill arrives, and Aya says that he'll pay for it. I smile and thank him, gratefully.
"You wanna take a walk?" I ask, Omi's earlier suggestion coming to mind.
He shrugs. "Sure."
***
We ended up taking a long walk around town. All of the stores are closed, since it's already 10:30 pm, but we are still enjoying some of the sights.
We arrive at a dock, and Aya stops to look out at the lake. The scene is very beautiful and calming, and all of my earlier thoughts are swept away. I turn my head a little towards the right; Aya is beside me, leaning on the railing. He really is beautiful. I can't deny that now. Maybe...
Maybe it isn't so bad... Being gay. Or bisexual. I mean, Yoji's bisexual, and he seems to be fine with it. Omi's gay and he never had too much of a problem dealing with it. I remember, the first time he realized it was only a couple of years ago. I was the first one he told, and I felt so proud that he would turn to me for this kind of dilemma.
But it isn't a dilemma. Not really. If I had only met Yoji and Omi a couple of weeks ago, I would never have guessed that they were homosexual. It all just seems so... Natural to them. To not face reality wouldn't feel right. I guess it would be like a soccer player playing volleyball; using your hands, when you're so accustomed to using your feet. Not the best example, but it makes sense.
I study Aya some more. I love his profile; it makes him look so... I don't know. I just love the way he looks. I love how firm his jaw is. How the wind blows a couple of strands of red hair across his face.
I wonder if he is a passionate lover? I blush at the thought.
"Would you like to take a walk on the dock?" He suddenly turns his face towards me, and I blush a deeper red at being caught staring at him.
"S-Sure..." Nervous Hidaka, all over again. I hate being so nervous all of the time. It just makes me so immature! Like I'm unable to take one little, suggestive remark, without my cheeks colouring.
We walk on the dock, which is swaying a bit from the light waves of the lake. It's so soothing; I feel like I could stay here forever. Everything just seems so... Perfect.
Perfect. That word again.
'Yoji-kun and I think he's perfect for you.' Is he really, Omi? Is he really perfect for me? I don't doubt that, but somehow, I doubt that -I- am perfect for -him-. After all, what could I give?
I stare at him some more. What could I give? I wish I could give great things, but I know I can't. All I have to give is myself, and somehow, I just don't think that's enough. It's never enough. People want things. They never think about what they could -give-.
I could give you my love, Aya. But that would never be enough for you. No, you deserve so much more.
He turns to look at me, and for the second time, I am caught staring. But I don't care anymore. I've accepted the fact that I'm attracted to Aya, and not just because he looks so beautiful. He's so much more. Always calm, collected, mature, organized, a natural leader. Everything that clashes to my own personality.
He's everything I'm not.
And that cold, harsh reality pains me deeply. It pains me more than he could ever know.
I smile. A mask, but it's all I have.
He walks over to me, and looks down, at my face. I wonder what he's doing? Why isn't he saying anything? My eyes widen as he lowers his head, slowly towards mine. This can't be happening. No way! Aya can't be... He couldn't be... But he's getting closer! And he hasn't said anything, yet!
Reflexively, I step forward, hoping to meet his lips sooner.
But my damn shoe laces are untied.
It all happens in slow-motion, like the disaster with the popcorn. I trip over my own feet, and I stumble forward and my face lands on his chest. He is not prepared for the impact of my heavy body colliding with his, and so he stumbles backwards. I watch, helplessly, as he falls back towards the lake, his arms reaching out to grab onto nothing. I stare as his body lands in the cold water below, and I can faintly hear the final 'splash'.
My mind is frozen. I can't seem to think. What the hell just happened?
Aya's head breaks out, onto the surface of the water, and I stare at him dumbly for a long moment. He's glaring at me. Oh God, he's glaring at me. I do the only thing that comes to mind.
I run like hell.
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes: Whee! Another chapter up so soon! I don't know what's gotten into me.
I think I know how this story is going to end, hopefully with less angst, because I really suck at those (my proof is the fic above). I think there will be at least three more chapters, and then it'll be finished. I hope this last chapter was a little better than the previous one!
Ran: *sees many girls rush to review/comment on Cece's fic* What's going on?
Random Fangirl: Cece says that she'll give away Ken-Kitties to anyone who reviews/comments on her fic! *grins like a maniac*
Ran: Really? *clicks on the 'review' button several times*
[The gift mentioned above is utterly impossible to obtain, and should not be taken literally.]
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
[NEW!] - Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for "potty-mouth" language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
***
'Thank You's: I'm happy to see that in such a short time, I've already received several reviews! Special thanks goes to:
Jin (I'm glad you're okay, now!), Dinara, Joanna (YojixOmi in the next chapter! I promise!), LittleIsa, Rika-chan (I want that picture, too! T.T), and Whisper Reilman!
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Revealing Myself:
Chapter Five: Dine With Him
"How is it?" I ask, conversationally.
"Hm?" he looks up at me, a fork in his mouth.
"How's your food?"
"Fine."
"Good."
The first things we said on our so-called "date". As you can see, Aya is not one to talk much.
We are seated by a large window, at the North American restaurant, "Kelsey's". This is my first time eating here, and I only suggested it because I heard from Yoji that it's good. I ordered a Cheese Burger with fries on the side, while Aya ordered a Caesar Salad. Now, I understand how he keeps such a thin form.
I take a large bite out of my burger, and chew thoughtfully. Not bad. I stuff some fries into my mouth. Better than a lot of other places I know. I gulp down half of my glass of water. Must be from the tap. I grab my napkin, and wipe my mouth. I look up, and see Aya staring at me.
I stare back at him. What?
"What?" I ask, curiously.
He frowns at me. "Do you always eat like that?"
Do I always -what-? What's that suppose to mean? What's wrong with the way I eat?
"What do you mean?" I ask, watching him closely.
He narrows his eyes, in return. "Do you always eat, looking like a pig?"
-What-? What is his problem?
I scarf down some more fries, just to spite him. "You've been living with me for nearly two years. Shouldn't you be used to my habits by now?" I ask, with my mouth still filled with half-chewed up fries.
He scowls at my actions. "I didn't think you would perform your habits in public."
"There's nothing -wrong- with the way I eat." I tell him, narrowing my own eyes.
"There has to be -something- wrong, if I'm having problems eating in front of you." he retorts.
"If you're having such a hard time eating, why don't you just stop looking at me?"
He gives me a dark glare. It's so hard to suppress a fearful gulp. "That's kind of hard when you're sitting right here."
"No one told you to stare straight ahead, when you eat."
"I don't stare straight ahead."
"Then, why are you complaining?"
"I'm not complaining!"
"Sure seemed like it a moment ago."
"I was simply asking you a question."
"And I wasn't suppose to take offense to your -question-?"
"You take offense in everything I say!"
"Only because you offend me, every time you open that big mouth of yours!"
"Nobody else seems to be having that problem!"
"Probably because they're too scared to confront you!"
"Why would they be scared?"
"Because you're a jackass!"
"Uh... Excuse me, sir?" A light tap on my shoulder.
"What?" We both yell at the poor waiter.
"Uh... Um... C-Could you..." He glances at a glowering Aya, and gulps. "C-Could you l-l-lower y-your voices a-a bit?" he squeaks out. "P- Please?"
It is then that we realize that all of the occupants of the restaurant were staring at us, in surprise. Guess we were a bit loud.
"Sorry," I smile, apologetically at the waiter. "We'll be quiet."
He bows his head, and hastily retreats.
Aya and I resume our dinner, in an uncomfortable silence. Some "date" this is turning out to be.
We are nearly finished our meals, when Aya decides to speak up.
"I'm sorry." he tells me.
"W-What?" I didn't expect him to be the one to apologize first. After all, Fujimiya Aya doesn't -need- to apologize. He's -Aya-!
"I said I'm sorry." he tells me, irritably. I guess he doesn't like to apologize.
I'm silent for a moment, taken aback. Sorry? He was -sorry-? I check outside the window, only to see a crescent moon. I was almost -sure- that there is a blue moon, tonight! ...Unless, I'm not suppose to take it, literally.
"Uh..." I'm still unable to respond. He looks at me, expectantly. I glance back up at the seemingly, normal moon.
"S'Okay." I finally say. I face him again, and he has this amused look on his face. What now? Did he figure out what I did? "I'm sorry, too."
"It's alright." he tells me. He looks down at his empty plate. Silence between us again, only this time, it's more comfortable.
The waiter comes to take away our empty plates, and asks us if we want dessert. Aya responds for both of us, when he says yes.
"Anything chocolate." he tells him. He looks at me, and I turn away blushing. Anything chocolate? Does he just have a craving or is he actually implying something? I shake my head. I'm probably reading into it, too much. He can't possibly be interested in me. Why would he? I'm such a boring guy! The typical 'boy next door'. Aya is... Well, he's exotic. What, with his flaming, red hair, his beautiful, amethyst eyes, and ivory skin. He's everything anybody could hope for! And as for me... Well, if you prefer boring, brown hair and brown eyes...
I look at Aya again, wondering if the dessert had meant anything. At that moment, the waiter returns with our latest order. He sets two small plates in front of each of us, and places two clean forks with them. He nods his head, and leaves.
I examine the small dessert. It's a piece of chocolate cake, topped with fudge, brownie bits, and whipped cream. There's a strawberry lying on top of the white substance. Yum! Looks delicious! The first thing I do is pick up the fruit and lick off the cream from it. I swirl the tip of it with my tongue, before settling it in my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I see Aya watching me. Uh-oh. Have I done something wrong? Is the way I'm eating the strawberry obscene?
I decide to just suck on the fruit a bit, so as to not disturb him. I'm a nice guy, after all.
However, my new choice of action seems to be bothering my friend. He's squirming in his seat, and looking very uncomfortable. I watch him pick up his own fork, and tentatively start to eat his cake, bit by bit.
I've finished the strawberry, by now, and I'm starting on the toppings. I scrape off a bit of it from the top and settle it in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I slowly slide the fork out of my mouth, and let out a small moan of appreciation. The fudge is extremely good! I wonder how they make it here?
I continue to devour the rest of the toppings the same way. Opening my eyes, I see Aya frantically eating his cake. Wow, he's sure in a hurry. I wonder what's gotten him so worked up?
"I... I need to go... Wash up." he tells me, wiping his mouth in one quick movement, and leaping out of his chair. I watch as he maneuvers around the restaurant to get to the men's room.
Well, now that was unusual. I shrug. Maybe the cake wasn't to his liking, or maybe it upset his stomach. Either way, it's none of my business. I finish the rest of my dessert, and signal for the bill. Aya returns not too long afterwards, and settles down in his seat, seemingly calm once more.
"Everything alright?" I ask, a bit worriedly.
He nods his head, but doesn't say anything. I frown. Is it just me, or does his skin look even more pale? Maybe the food here made him sick! Uh- oh... This was a bad idea, coming here. I hope he isn't mad at me!
The bill arrives, and Aya says that he'll pay for it. I smile and thank him, gratefully.
"You wanna take a walk?" I ask, Omi's earlier suggestion coming to mind.
He shrugs. "Sure."
***
We ended up taking a long walk around town. All of the stores are closed, since it's already 10:30 pm, but we are still enjoying some of the sights.
We arrive at a dock, and Aya stops to look out at the lake. The scene is very beautiful and calming, and all of my earlier thoughts are swept away. I turn my head a little towards the right; Aya is beside me, leaning on the railing. He really is beautiful. I can't deny that now. Maybe...
Maybe it isn't so bad... Being gay. Or bisexual. I mean, Yoji's bisexual, and he seems to be fine with it. Omi's gay and he never had too much of a problem dealing with it. I remember, the first time he realized it was only a couple of years ago. I was the first one he told, and I felt so proud that he would turn to me for this kind of dilemma.
But it isn't a dilemma. Not really. If I had only met Yoji and Omi a couple of weeks ago, I would never have guessed that they were homosexual. It all just seems so... Natural to them. To not face reality wouldn't feel right. I guess it would be like a soccer player playing volleyball; using your hands, when you're so accustomed to using your feet. Not the best example, but it makes sense.
I study Aya some more. I love his profile; it makes him look so... I don't know. I just love the way he looks. I love how firm his jaw is. How the wind blows a couple of strands of red hair across his face.
I wonder if he is a passionate lover? I blush at the thought.
"Would you like to take a walk on the dock?" He suddenly turns his face towards me, and I blush a deeper red at being caught staring at him.
"S-Sure..." Nervous Hidaka, all over again. I hate being so nervous all of the time. It just makes me so immature! Like I'm unable to take one little, suggestive remark, without my cheeks colouring.
We walk on the dock, which is swaying a bit from the light waves of the lake. It's so soothing; I feel like I could stay here forever. Everything just seems so... Perfect.
Perfect. That word again.
'Yoji-kun and I think he's perfect for you.' Is he really, Omi? Is he really perfect for me? I don't doubt that, but somehow, I doubt that -I- am perfect for -him-. After all, what could I give?
I stare at him some more. What could I give? I wish I could give great things, but I know I can't. All I have to give is myself, and somehow, I just don't think that's enough. It's never enough. People want things. They never think about what they could -give-.
I could give you my love, Aya. But that would never be enough for you. No, you deserve so much more.
He turns to look at me, and for the second time, I am caught staring. But I don't care anymore. I've accepted the fact that I'm attracted to Aya, and not just because he looks so beautiful. He's so much more. Always calm, collected, mature, organized, a natural leader. Everything that clashes to my own personality.
He's everything I'm not.
And that cold, harsh reality pains me deeply. It pains me more than he could ever know.
I smile. A mask, but it's all I have.
He walks over to me, and looks down, at my face. I wonder what he's doing? Why isn't he saying anything? My eyes widen as he lowers his head, slowly towards mine. This can't be happening. No way! Aya can't be... He couldn't be... But he's getting closer! And he hasn't said anything, yet!
Reflexively, I step forward, hoping to meet his lips sooner.
But my damn shoe laces are untied.
It all happens in slow-motion, like the disaster with the popcorn. I trip over my own feet, and I stumble forward and my face lands on his chest. He is not prepared for the impact of my heavy body colliding with his, and so he stumbles backwards. I watch, helplessly, as he falls back towards the lake, his arms reaching out to grab onto nothing. I stare as his body lands in the cold water below, and I can faintly hear the final 'splash'.
My mind is frozen. I can't seem to think. What the hell just happened?
Aya's head breaks out, onto the surface of the water, and I stare at him dumbly for a long moment. He's glaring at me. Oh God, he's glaring at me. I do the only thing that comes to mind.
I run like hell.
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes: Whee! Another chapter up so soon! I don't know what's gotten into me.
I think I know how this story is going to end, hopefully with less angst, because I really suck at those (my proof is the fic above). I think there will be at least three more chapters, and then it'll be finished. I hope this last chapter was a little better than the previous one!
Ran: *sees many girls rush to review/comment on Cece's fic* What's going on?
Random Fangirl: Cece says that she'll give away Ken-Kitties to anyone who reviews/comments on her fic! *grins like a maniac*
Ran: Really? *clicks on the 'review' button several times*
[The gift mentioned above is utterly impossible to obtain, and should not be taken literally.]