Warning: PG because there are hints of m/m stuff between Aya and Youji.
Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money where Weiss is concerned in this fic.
Visiting Hours
The hospital was like the sun, pulling those who came to it, using pain as it's gravity. But pain meant little things too, things hidden in the shadows of its walls, down the glassy corridors of white floors, reaching into the dark corners of endless rows of rooms. His black boots barely made a sound, starling the nurse bent over the bed. She straightened, flush with momentary annoyance. The flush faded and was replaced with a busy show of checking the monitors beeping softly overhead the forever sleeping occupant of this room.
He waited till she left, to gingerly carry over the hard plastic seat, and place it by the bedside. Seated, as he was to lean over ever so slightly forward and place his hands on the soft cool sheets.
Maybe this wasn't the same hospital, or even the same room filled with shadows that followed him back and forth to this beside, which wasn't even the same bedside. He had forgotten long ago, like he had meant to, forgotten warm tan skin pushed up against him. Forgotten golden hair pulled back, a strain loosened, falling into a handsome face. Forgotten green eyes holding him in place, making him forget a delivery order or something just as unimportant.
It had.confused him. Why should Youji's eyes make him feel? Feel what? He couldn't remember, or he wouldn't. It really didn't matter because it wasn't anger or revenge or he didn't bother with it. Like he couldn't be bothered with it, because it might.mean something was still left of Ran Fujimiya, something he had forgotten to erase.
So, he left them all behind. Not just Youji, but the other two as well.
A ghost with his face had appeared, and reminded him of who he was, and who he had killed.
So he left, and the ghost left with him.
They where safe, and he was saved.
Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money where Weiss is concerned in this fic.
Visiting Hours
The hospital was like the sun, pulling those who came to it, using pain as it's gravity. But pain meant little things too, things hidden in the shadows of its walls, down the glassy corridors of white floors, reaching into the dark corners of endless rows of rooms. His black boots barely made a sound, starling the nurse bent over the bed. She straightened, flush with momentary annoyance. The flush faded and was replaced with a busy show of checking the monitors beeping softly overhead the forever sleeping occupant of this room.
He waited till she left, to gingerly carry over the hard plastic seat, and place it by the bedside. Seated, as he was to lean over ever so slightly forward and place his hands on the soft cool sheets.
Maybe this wasn't the same hospital, or even the same room filled with shadows that followed him back and forth to this beside, which wasn't even the same bedside. He had forgotten long ago, like he had meant to, forgotten warm tan skin pushed up against him. Forgotten golden hair pulled back, a strain loosened, falling into a handsome face. Forgotten green eyes holding him in place, making him forget a delivery order or something just as unimportant.
It had.confused him. Why should Youji's eyes make him feel? Feel what? He couldn't remember, or he wouldn't. It really didn't matter because it wasn't anger or revenge or he didn't bother with it. Like he couldn't be bothered with it, because it might.mean something was still left of Ran Fujimiya, something he had forgotten to erase.
So, he left them all behind. Not just Youji, but the other two as well.
A ghost with his face had appeared, and reminded him of who he was, and who he had killed.
So he left, and the ghost left with him.
They where safe, and he was saved.
