In_Deep

Na-chan

Disclaimer:
All names, characters, etc., all belong to Koyasu Takehito &
Project Weiz.

Warnings: Same as before. Yaoi (m/m pairings). If you don't like it, then
leave. If it's against your religion or the thought of two guys kissing sickens
you go away. Don't even bother reading any further. This is my first
attempt at a yaoi and flamers will not be tolerated. But for all you other good
folks, come on in, into Na-chan's little house of pure madness! Other things
which I've changed or added was due to the fact that this is an AU, taking
part in an alternate universe and thereby does not necessarily have to
follow the same conventional rules of the series. Oh yeah, and OCC-iness!
At first I tried making them sound like the characters, but then it wouldn't be
as fun, ne? There's also a bit of a language issue here. Apparently their
mothers' didn't wash their mouths out with soap when they cursed.

^_^;

That's okay, heee! Neither did mine!

Chapter 3
Bittersweet Night to Remember


Omi...a distant spectre whispered, head slightly bowed, concealling tears.

"Don't tell me," a voice said quietly from beside him. "That you've fallen for
him."

"Fallen for who?" He asked coldly, reverting back instantly to his regular
self, returning back to that cold-hearted demeanor. Schuldich... he thought,
using one hand to slowly wipe away tears at both eyes. He turned around,
fully facing the redheaded German, the one person he didn't quite possibly
need seeing him like this.

You can't hide it forever. Schuldich frowned, leaning against the tall
building. "He'll break you, Nagi," he said circling around the small figure,
acting unconcerned with the matter, as if he didn't even give a damn. He
moved up so suddenly, giving the other little if any time to react. He looked
down at Naoe, who had found himself quickly pinned to the hard wall. "He'll
never feel what you feel. He'll never make you happy."

"Leave me alone."

Schuldich, however stayed, ignoring Nagi's glare, pressing him up against
the cold surface, whispering lightly in his ear. "He's Weiss," he said cruelly
capturing the other's lips in his own, trailing his hand down Nagi's chin.
"Like us." He sighed, running a hand through the soft hair. "They're not so
different from us, ne? Assassins, Nagi. Cold-blooded murders."

"We're not murderers." Nagi put, pressing himself closer against the hard
wall.

Schuldich paused, tightly wrapping both arms around the small other.
Looking down Nagi flinched as if bitten, catching sight of the pale hand, of
the thin scar adorning it. Sünde groaned, snapping his hand back in an
attempt to quickly hide it from view. Too late. Nagi caught it, turning it over
gently in his own.

"Your hand..."

"Is nothing." Compared to what I'm about to do now. He leaned closer,
pressing up against Nagi's body. He smiled, feeling the other shudder
helpless from beneath.

"Schu..."

He let his fingers trail down Nagi's chin, tracing the thin jawline, proceeding
down past the slight collar, placently wrapping both arms around his small
waist.

"Na-chan."

He shifted, moving one hand back to his left pocket. Silently wincing,
accidentally brushing a finger up and against the sharp edge, reopening the
old wound.

"...don't."

The plea was so silent. Nagi... Schuldich paused, depicting fear still
lingering in the soft whisper.

"Is it worth it?"

The other froze in his grip, too scared to even move.

"Is it worth all of this pain?" Schuldich released, letting go of the dagger,
letting go of Naoe. "Listen," he said letting the sentence hang for a while.
"Nagi... I'm not supposed to say this, but just don't get involved. Whatever
you may have..."

"Schu..." Nagi whispered sinking weakly to the ground, watching as the
other was about to leave. "I want out out."

"Nagi..." he trailed off, stopping for a moment. "I'm going to forget you ever
said that." He looked down at the other, who was now crouching low to the
ground. Move on, he thought, reaching out to the other. The past is the
past. You can't let it eat away at you.
He turned around, moving away from the
other. You can be free of it any time you want. Just let it go. He sighed,
wishing he could comfort the small child. But every man has his sorrow, his
own cross he must bear. "I'm going back." He said casting his gaze up,
looking up at the bright moon.

Author's Note: Jeez, I suck. Didn't get quite where I wanted, but perhaps I
did. I still have the next chapter for one thing. Hopefully, I can still
incorporate some of those cool ideas I'd written down earlier in these
upcoming chapters. Yes, I said chapters. Which means you have to put up
with this shit just a little bit longer. Pleeeeasse?

I absolutely have no idea of what to write, but wasn't that exactly
what I was saying in the beginning? (Sigh.) So, how was it? Was it good,
was it bad? Or was it completely out of line? What do you think?

Omi: "It sucked."

Aya: "She hasn't mentioned me once."

Farfie: "It hurts God."

Omi: "Will you cut that out?"