Welcome to Strange and Beautiful Part three.. and yes.. I am updating quite
fast.. I realised that myself, perhaps I should slow down. Anyway.. please
you guys.. keep reviewing. It's the only reason I keep writing, and if the
reviews dry up so will this fic.. *mutters something about CrimsonShinigami
before she turns to her last chapter. She says this without tone* I am so
sorry about what I said about you fic. I was out of order.. you're coming
along well.. *rolls her eyes*
Thanks so far to - fei, CrimsonShinigami (Though I force her to review), chibi koneko, Moonraven, Yaoke, Keesha Kal'daka, Cezz, LittleIsa, Fuyukaze- Yuki and Kyri.
Disclaimer - I don't own Weiss * sobs * I'll stop sobbing if Project Weiss get in contact with me and let me meet Hiro Yuuki, Tomokazu Seki, Takehito Koyasu, Hikaru Midorikawa, Shinchirou Miki, Nozomu Sasaki and the rest of the seiyuu.. * stops sobbing * Okay.. we all know there's no chance of that happening.. so let's just stick with our basic disclaimer.
Warnings - Shounen ai, AyaKen, YoujiOmi. Language, angst, violence.
Key - -=Thoughts=-
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Strange and Beautiful
Chapter Three - Time has come to shine
A growl escaped Aya's lips, not for the first time that day. He glared at the small pile of bamboo on the floor with contempt. "Aya-kun.. are you alright?" Omi's concerned voice echoed from his place at his computer. "Aa.." was the only reply. The tall, crimson haired man lifted his right hand to look at the bandages, it had been two days since the incident with Schuldig and he couldn't even lift a small pile of tied bamboo, how long would it be until he could wield his katana again? However long it was, Aya knew his patience would be long gone before he was even halfway there. "..Aya..?" Omi stood, silhouetted by the light from his computer screen. He was almost fully recovered, only a few bruises on his back and his legs caused him discomfort now, but no matter how much he protested Youji wouldn't let him work, assassin or florist. The blonde boy looked at Aya.. he had fallen into a staring contest with the crimson dyed fabrics around the wound in his palm. "Aya, you'll end up hurting yourself even more if you keep doing that.. please.. just read a book.. don't strain your injuries."
A grunt was all Omi had in reply as Aya circled to the front of the sofa, sitting on it and placing his arms so his wrists crossed at his groin, each hand resting on it's opposite thigh. Omi sighed, it was amazing how childish Aya could act sometimes, even if his childishness was tinted with anger, he understood how much Aya wanted to get back out there, all this sitting inside was killing him too, and it had only been two days. They had gotten Ken to phone Omi's school to say that he was ill pretty bad, so he could have as much time as he needed to recover, but the genki blonde just wanted to get out of there now. He hadn't seen the full extent of Aya's injuries until they had got back to the shop, and Ken clumsily had tried to carry him inside. They had tied Aya's hands in Ken's orange sweater to try and at least contain the bleeding, but as Youji had pulled the crimson haired man from his car seat, he had noticed that a soft trickle of blood was coming from the back of his head, probably when prodigy had pinned him against the wall.
When they had removed the material from Aya's hands, Omi could feel his stomach convulse at the sight of the ripped flesh, still moist as blood kept pouring from the wound. A dark vein was in sight as it hung from the hole in the flesh, but it wasn't cut itself. Nagi could be very precise when he wanted to be. What Omi couldn't understand was why Mastermind and Prodigy hadn't put himself through that kind of torture, in comparison to Aya, they had basically asked him to leave, and hit him with the door when he went out. The youngest member of Weiss turned back to his computer and the scrolling data on its screen. Aya closed his eyes and tilted his head forward focusing on ignoring the annoying pain emanating from his open hands, it was like someone had set fire to his palms and was pouring gasoline onto them every few hours, the burning sensation never seemed to leave him. His mind was clouded with thoughts about a couple of nights ago, the searing pain, the look on Schuldig's face, Schuldig's words. He knew. He knew about Ken, he must've said something to him.
The crimson haired assassin had noticed that the brunette had become suddenly more quiet when he was in the room. It could've just been through guilt, though it was Aya's fault for not defending himself and Omi well enough, he knew the teal eyed brunette would blame himself for not being there to help protect the chibi. Ken had been standing on the metallic steps watching Aya for a good two minutes now and the taller man hadn't even moved. Over the last two days he had been deliberating with himself whether he should confront Aya over what Schuldig had said to him, but there was always a voice at the back of his mind that cried "Schuldig told you that.. SCHULDIG!" And let's face it.. Schuldig wasn't the most trust- worthy person in the world. Sighing, Ken made his way to Omi, who was deep in thought while staring at his computer screen.
"Omi.?" Ken almost whispered to avoid being noticed by Aya, but he was almost sure that if he had shouted Aya wouldn't have snapped out of that little trance. The blue eyed boy turned around almost instantly. "Hai?" Ken couldn't help the smile that graced his lips as he watched the obviously exhausted blonde. He needed to talk to Aya and Youji had said that he'd keep Omi busy. "Youji said he needed to talk to you.." Ken said quietly. He didn't know what distraction Youji had planned, but he knew for sure that whatever it was wouldn't help Omi's condition at all. This thought didn't occur to Omi though, or perhaps it did, as he practically lit up, before getting up and moving past him quickly.
A weight sat next to him on the sofa, causing the red head's wounds to move and the burning sensation to return with new flair. He kept his eyes tightly shut for a few moments before he prepared to glare at the person responsible for agitating his pain. He stopped though as he realised that it was the brunette, the brunette who had been taking up all his thoughts, the source of all his doubts. "Aya?" those teal eyes gave away the concern that Ken had held for him. "What is it?" the words sounded a little harsh, but both of them were used to the tone that Aya had adopted. The words that left Ken's lips sounded nervous, rehearsed, but it was if he had stage fright in the middle of a performance. "I.. I mean. we, we need to talk.." That confirmed it.. Schuldig had told him. "Schuldig.. He told me somethings that I.." he couldn't quite find the words he wanted to say. What if he was wrong? What if this was all a part of one of Mastermind's plans to get Weiss to separate? He had started to babble, though strings of words were escaping his mouth, none of them came together to make any sense.
Aya was tired of Ken's attempts to save his feelings so he decided he would get up, leaving the younger man there to deliberate his thoughts. He barely got off the sofa though before Ken's voice sounded in protest. "Ran.. please.." Ran.. there was that name again. "Ken.. if you're going to say something.. say it.. I have better things to do." He lied. "Schuldig told me your last thoughts were of me.." God, he did know. "I just wanted to know whether it was true.." The brunette looked up at him with pleading eyes, the green that was in them sparkling in the little light that was in the room. Aya stayed silent, he couldn't admit or deny it, no matter how much his mind told him to deny it, his body wanted to risk hearing what Ken had thought of it. Ken didn't know what to make of Aya's silence. He hadn't really got this far into his plan of talking to Aya, he couldn't just shout that he loved him. So he stood, gently taking hold of the older man's arm, hoping for this to be more effective in conveying what he felt rather than stuttered words. Aya's eyes shot to the point of his arm where Ken had reached for physical contact.
This wasn't right, he couldn't mean it. He was more than prepared for rejection, but to be accepted without saying a word? No.. nobody was allowed to love him, how could they? He was a cold, murdering bastard. He wouldn't even let his sister love him anymore, he lived to love her, but now, after what he had become, he couldn't allow her to love something so tainted, and the same was true for Ken. Though he and Ken were the same, Ken went to great lengths to regret what they did. Aya never did, all those people were, were just money. Aya still hadn't moved and Ken was starting to worry. "..Aya?" his slight grip tightened slightly. "You can't do that.." it was practically a whisper, but it was all Aya could muster. "What?" Ken asked, obviously confused. "You can't.. I am no longer worthy of love.." Aya swiftly pulled his arm free from Ken's tentative grasp.
What was he saying? He wanted Ken more than anything, and now Ken showed some interest in return, he pushed him away? He was always in a battle with himself over what was best for him and the people he loved, how come the side that wanted to be loved never won? "Aya.. I thought.." Ken had started, but yet again the words escaped him. Aya was allowed to love him, but he wasn't allowed to return that affection? What the hell was with that? Anger was building within his athletic frame, he knew Aya loved him now, and he knew that he loved Aya too. Just Aya's insecurities were standing in the way. He had subconsciously balled both of his hands into fists. "That's.. That's not fair.." he protested.. "Damnit! That isn't fair!" his voice was raised as tears tried to push past their teal coloured confines.
The pain in his hands were nothing compared to the pain that was raising in his heart. "I'm as bad as you!" Ken's words were digging into his skin. "I'm not anymore worthy of being loved.. and yet you care for me.. why aren't I allowed to..to.." he had broken down. His body was trying to keep that strong stance he always held, and his eyes were kept up defiantly, though he couldn't speak through the tears. "I love you.. and I can't stop just because you say you're not worthy of it.." his voice was nothing but a mere whisper by now, his hands falling out of their anger driven position. "I love you.." he had waited months for those words to leave his mouth, but now they had done, they were being denied. Aya hadn't moved or spoken since Ken had started to shout. Three seconds after their love for eachother had come out, and this was how much he had hurt Ken already? He knew that if he had allowed them to be together, this pain would come, only a little later. "..Ken?" Aya spoke, his eyes showing how much he regretted doing this, but luckily Ken wasn't looking up. "What?" that single word was like twisting a blade into Aya's heart, the hurt that tinted it.
".I'm sorry.." for the first time since his sister was put into that coma, he had said those words and meant it with all his soul. Well, what was left of it. He stepped forward and placed his cold, ivory hand onto Ken's warm tanned cheeks, the younger almost jumped at the reaction of the two temperatures as Aya softly brushed the tears from both his eyes, stroking his cheek softly before pulling his hand away. Aya had wanted to savour that for a slight bit longer, he had wanted to keep hold of Ken, but there was no doubt he'd only leach that warmth that he had felt. He couldn't allow it. Ken's cheeks were flushed from the tears, and his eyes were glazed as he blinked at Aya's movements. "Aya..?" Ken whispered.. searching the taller man for any sign of emotion, he found it, he found longing in Aya's violet eyes, before the crimson haired warrior turned and left the room. Maybe there was hope for them yet and Ken would work to get Aya to realise that. To see that they could love eachother, that this wasn't a one sided love.
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Notes - In the last Chapter.. I said Shine.. Ran was saying SHI-NE.. and you know that Charli.. This chapter title is Shine as in to shine, to glow, to be luminescent.
Aya : -=singing=- By the look in your eye, I can tell you're gonna cry. Is it over me? -=cups Ken's face in his pale hands=- If it is, save your tears.. for I'm.. not worth it you see..
AS : -= staring at them both with starry fangirl eyes=- Damn.. tempted to write a songfic with that song in it now.. Though the song fits Youji a little more.. *ponders* Oh.. Paul Young's Where I Lay my Hat (That's my home).. which.. obviously.. I don't own. Please Review.. keep me going! If you know anyone who reviewed this fic before.. tell them to review now.. and tell your friends.. etc etc etc.. you know the rant.
^_^ Avenged Suffering ^_^
Thanks so far to - fei, CrimsonShinigami (Though I force her to review), chibi koneko, Moonraven, Yaoke, Keesha Kal'daka, Cezz, LittleIsa, Fuyukaze- Yuki and Kyri.
Disclaimer - I don't own Weiss * sobs * I'll stop sobbing if Project Weiss get in contact with me and let me meet Hiro Yuuki, Tomokazu Seki, Takehito Koyasu, Hikaru Midorikawa, Shinchirou Miki, Nozomu Sasaki and the rest of the seiyuu.. * stops sobbing * Okay.. we all know there's no chance of that happening.. so let's just stick with our basic disclaimer.
Warnings - Shounen ai, AyaKen, YoujiOmi. Language, angst, violence.
Key - -=Thoughts=-
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Strange and Beautiful
Chapter Three - Time has come to shine
A growl escaped Aya's lips, not for the first time that day. He glared at the small pile of bamboo on the floor with contempt. "Aya-kun.. are you alright?" Omi's concerned voice echoed from his place at his computer. "Aa.." was the only reply. The tall, crimson haired man lifted his right hand to look at the bandages, it had been two days since the incident with Schuldig and he couldn't even lift a small pile of tied bamboo, how long would it be until he could wield his katana again? However long it was, Aya knew his patience would be long gone before he was even halfway there. "..Aya..?" Omi stood, silhouetted by the light from his computer screen. He was almost fully recovered, only a few bruises on his back and his legs caused him discomfort now, but no matter how much he protested Youji wouldn't let him work, assassin or florist. The blonde boy looked at Aya.. he had fallen into a staring contest with the crimson dyed fabrics around the wound in his palm. "Aya, you'll end up hurting yourself even more if you keep doing that.. please.. just read a book.. don't strain your injuries."
A grunt was all Omi had in reply as Aya circled to the front of the sofa, sitting on it and placing his arms so his wrists crossed at his groin, each hand resting on it's opposite thigh. Omi sighed, it was amazing how childish Aya could act sometimes, even if his childishness was tinted with anger, he understood how much Aya wanted to get back out there, all this sitting inside was killing him too, and it had only been two days. They had gotten Ken to phone Omi's school to say that he was ill pretty bad, so he could have as much time as he needed to recover, but the genki blonde just wanted to get out of there now. He hadn't seen the full extent of Aya's injuries until they had got back to the shop, and Ken clumsily had tried to carry him inside. They had tied Aya's hands in Ken's orange sweater to try and at least contain the bleeding, but as Youji had pulled the crimson haired man from his car seat, he had noticed that a soft trickle of blood was coming from the back of his head, probably when prodigy had pinned him against the wall.
When they had removed the material from Aya's hands, Omi could feel his stomach convulse at the sight of the ripped flesh, still moist as blood kept pouring from the wound. A dark vein was in sight as it hung from the hole in the flesh, but it wasn't cut itself. Nagi could be very precise when he wanted to be. What Omi couldn't understand was why Mastermind and Prodigy hadn't put himself through that kind of torture, in comparison to Aya, they had basically asked him to leave, and hit him with the door when he went out. The youngest member of Weiss turned back to his computer and the scrolling data on its screen. Aya closed his eyes and tilted his head forward focusing on ignoring the annoying pain emanating from his open hands, it was like someone had set fire to his palms and was pouring gasoline onto them every few hours, the burning sensation never seemed to leave him. His mind was clouded with thoughts about a couple of nights ago, the searing pain, the look on Schuldig's face, Schuldig's words. He knew. He knew about Ken, he must've said something to him.
The crimson haired assassin had noticed that the brunette had become suddenly more quiet when he was in the room. It could've just been through guilt, though it was Aya's fault for not defending himself and Omi well enough, he knew the teal eyed brunette would blame himself for not being there to help protect the chibi. Ken had been standing on the metallic steps watching Aya for a good two minutes now and the taller man hadn't even moved. Over the last two days he had been deliberating with himself whether he should confront Aya over what Schuldig had said to him, but there was always a voice at the back of his mind that cried "Schuldig told you that.. SCHULDIG!" And let's face it.. Schuldig wasn't the most trust- worthy person in the world. Sighing, Ken made his way to Omi, who was deep in thought while staring at his computer screen.
"Omi.?" Ken almost whispered to avoid being noticed by Aya, but he was almost sure that if he had shouted Aya wouldn't have snapped out of that little trance. The blue eyed boy turned around almost instantly. "Hai?" Ken couldn't help the smile that graced his lips as he watched the obviously exhausted blonde. He needed to talk to Aya and Youji had said that he'd keep Omi busy. "Youji said he needed to talk to you.." Ken said quietly. He didn't know what distraction Youji had planned, but he knew for sure that whatever it was wouldn't help Omi's condition at all. This thought didn't occur to Omi though, or perhaps it did, as he practically lit up, before getting up and moving past him quickly.
A weight sat next to him on the sofa, causing the red head's wounds to move and the burning sensation to return with new flair. He kept his eyes tightly shut for a few moments before he prepared to glare at the person responsible for agitating his pain. He stopped though as he realised that it was the brunette, the brunette who had been taking up all his thoughts, the source of all his doubts. "Aya?" those teal eyes gave away the concern that Ken had held for him. "What is it?" the words sounded a little harsh, but both of them were used to the tone that Aya had adopted. The words that left Ken's lips sounded nervous, rehearsed, but it was if he had stage fright in the middle of a performance. "I.. I mean. we, we need to talk.." That confirmed it.. Schuldig had told him. "Schuldig.. He told me somethings that I.." he couldn't quite find the words he wanted to say. What if he was wrong? What if this was all a part of one of Mastermind's plans to get Weiss to separate? He had started to babble, though strings of words were escaping his mouth, none of them came together to make any sense.
Aya was tired of Ken's attempts to save his feelings so he decided he would get up, leaving the younger man there to deliberate his thoughts. He barely got off the sofa though before Ken's voice sounded in protest. "Ran.. please.." Ran.. there was that name again. "Ken.. if you're going to say something.. say it.. I have better things to do." He lied. "Schuldig told me your last thoughts were of me.." God, he did know. "I just wanted to know whether it was true.." The brunette looked up at him with pleading eyes, the green that was in them sparkling in the little light that was in the room. Aya stayed silent, he couldn't admit or deny it, no matter how much his mind told him to deny it, his body wanted to risk hearing what Ken had thought of it. Ken didn't know what to make of Aya's silence. He hadn't really got this far into his plan of talking to Aya, he couldn't just shout that he loved him. So he stood, gently taking hold of the older man's arm, hoping for this to be more effective in conveying what he felt rather than stuttered words. Aya's eyes shot to the point of his arm where Ken had reached for physical contact.
This wasn't right, he couldn't mean it. He was more than prepared for rejection, but to be accepted without saying a word? No.. nobody was allowed to love him, how could they? He was a cold, murdering bastard. He wouldn't even let his sister love him anymore, he lived to love her, but now, after what he had become, he couldn't allow her to love something so tainted, and the same was true for Ken. Though he and Ken were the same, Ken went to great lengths to regret what they did. Aya never did, all those people were, were just money. Aya still hadn't moved and Ken was starting to worry. "..Aya?" his slight grip tightened slightly. "You can't do that.." it was practically a whisper, but it was all Aya could muster. "What?" Ken asked, obviously confused. "You can't.. I am no longer worthy of love.." Aya swiftly pulled his arm free from Ken's tentative grasp.
What was he saying? He wanted Ken more than anything, and now Ken showed some interest in return, he pushed him away? He was always in a battle with himself over what was best for him and the people he loved, how come the side that wanted to be loved never won? "Aya.. I thought.." Ken had started, but yet again the words escaped him. Aya was allowed to love him, but he wasn't allowed to return that affection? What the hell was with that? Anger was building within his athletic frame, he knew Aya loved him now, and he knew that he loved Aya too. Just Aya's insecurities were standing in the way. He had subconsciously balled both of his hands into fists. "That's.. That's not fair.." he protested.. "Damnit! That isn't fair!" his voice was raised as tears tried to push past their teal coloured confines.
The pain in his hands were nothing compared to the pain that was raising in his heart. "I'm as bad as you!" Ken's words were digging into his skin. "I'm not anymore worthy of being loved.. and yet you care for me.. why aren't I allowed to..to.." he had broken down. His body was trying to keep that strong stance he always held, and his eyes were kept up defiantly, though he couldn't speak through the tears. "I love you.. and I can't stop just because you say you're not worthy of it.." his voice was nothing but a mere whisper by now, his hands falling out of their anger driven position. "I love you.." he had waited months for those words to leave his mouth, but now they had done, they were being denied. Aya hadn't moved or spoken since Ken had started to shout. Three seconds after their love for eachother had come out, and this was how much he had hurt Ken already? He knew that if he had allowed them to be together, this pain would come, only a little later. "..Ken?" Aya spoke, his eyes showing how much he regretted doing this, but luckily Ken wasn't looking up. "What?" that single word was like twisting a blade into Aya's heart, the hurt that tinted it.
".I'm sorry.." for the first time since his sister was put into that coma, he had said those words and meant it with all his soul. Well, what was left of it. He stepped forward and placed his cold, ivory hand onto Ken's warm tanned cheeks, the younger almost jumped at the reaction of the two temperatures as Aya softly brushed the tears from both his eyes, stroking his cheek softly before pulling his hand away. Aya had wanted to savour that for a slight bit longer, he had wanted to keep hold of Ken, but there was no doubt he'd only leach that warmth that he had felt. He couldn't allow it. Ken's cheeks were flushed from the tears, and his eyes were glazed as he blinked at Aya's movements. "Aya..?" Ken whispered.. searching the taller man for any sign of emotion, he found it, he found longing in Aya's violet eyes, before the crimson haired warrior turned and left the room. Maybe there was hope for them yet and Ken would work to get Aya to realise that. To see that they could love eachother, that this wasn't a one sided love.
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Notes - In the last Chapter.. I said Shine.. Ran was saying SHI-NE.. and you know that Charli.. This chapter title is Shine as in to shine, to glow, to be luminescent.
Aya : -=singing=- By the look in your eye, I can tell you're gonna cry. Is it over me? -=cups Ken's face in his pale hands=- If it is, save your tears.. for I'm.. not worth it you see..
AS : -= staring at them both with starry fangirl eyes=- Damn.. tempted to write a songfic with that song in it now.. Though the song fits Youji a little more.. *ponders* Oh.. Paul Young's Where I Lay my Hat (That's my home).. which.. obviously.. I don't own. Please Review.. keep me going! If you know anyone who reviewed this fic before.. tell them to review now.. and tell your friends.. etc etc etc.. you know the rant.
^_^ Avenged Suffering ^_^