DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 6:30 a.m.
" Come on , Brad ! Just for today . I'm dying to get out of this place ." Ken rolled his eyes as the American calmly sipped coffee , barely glancing away from his newspaper to pay attention to Ken's yelling . " I've practiced everything yesterday . I even got Farf's instructions on how to use the stupid switchblade ." He scowled , remembering the nick on his finger . " Just a couple or so hours . I'm dying here . Hey , why don't you ask Nagi , Schu , and Farf if I didn't do what they told me to . I bet'cha they'd tell you I did everything great ." Ken pushed the newspaper away from Crawford's face and gave him his lost-puppy look . " Braadddd !"
Crawford sighed . " Dammit ! You never shut up do you ?" Putting his paper down on the table , he gave Ken a scrutinizing look .
" Not if you don't give me what I want ."
" I could ask Êstet surgeons to clamp your mouth shut for good ." He muttered , giving the younger boy a mock-threatening glare .
" You would never dare . You'd miss my blabbering ." Ken grinned , knowing the battle was won . He started to race to the stairs . " I'm gonna grab my stuff . Thanks a lot Brad !"
Crawford sighed again and picked up his newspaper , taking another drink from his coffee . The boy was impossible ! He allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up . Utterly impossible .
" Oi Ken , where you goin' ?" Schuldich called out from his room . The door was flung wide open as it normally was , and Schuldich was lying on his tummy tossing a small rubber ball against the wall .
" I'm going to the soccer field . I need practice ." Ken threw his jersey on .
" Old Braddy's not going to let you outta this building until you get your moves right ." He shouted with a smirk , rolling off the black covers of his bed onto the carpet . He threw the ball towards his desk and started to fumble with the laces of his boots .
" He already did ." Ken shouted from his room .
" WHAT ?!" Schuldich was pissed . How come Brad never let him take a day off ?
Ken grinned and stuffed a pair of soccer shorts , a black jersey , and his soccer socks into a blue Nike duffel bag . He grimaced , trying to remember what he forgot . Snapping his fingers , he flipped a towel into the bag and hunted for the ball . He found it under the bed . " Oi Schuldich ! Why'd you leave my shirt under the bed . You spilled something on it didn't you !" He yelled . Schuldich had a habit of grabbing his clothes without permission , and whenever Ken got them back , they were in such a big mess that he wasn't able to use them again .
Schuldich huffed into Ken's room , glowering at the brunette . Special privileges were always given to him . If he didn't know any better , he'd think Crawford was hit by the favoritism bug . " Why'd he give you a day off ?" He demanded , ignoring the shirt , which so forlornly dangled from Ken's fingers .
" My powers of persuasion ." Came the light reply .
" Damn ." * Hey Crawford ! I'm going to take a day off too !* He yelled mentally .
* No you aren't * Crawford retorted .
In a huff , Schuldich bounded down the stairs . He was going to demand his rights !
Ken laughed merrily and ran down , grabbing a couple of Gatorades Nagi had so thoughtfully placed on the table and gave and cheerful wave to Schuldich and Crawford . " Find me when you need me." He hollered before dashing outside , Schuldich's stolen keys dangling from his finger .
* I'm going to drive Schuldich's car * He mused , humming a lively tune under his breath .
Schuldich stopped railing at Crawford and looked at the door . " Oh shit , he's got my car ." He mumbled , before scrambling outside , too late . His Jaguar screeched , and flew onto the road . Schuldich cringed when he heard the protesting whine . Ken forgot to step on the clutch pedal . His car was dead … With a defeated groan , Schuldich slunk back into the building .
Crawford tried to suppress a chuckle .
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 5:52 a.m.
He was driving aimlessly , he didn't exactly know where the soccer field was , but he resolved to drive aimlessly . Surprisingly , he found it immediately . The moment he set eyes on it , he felt a sense of familiarity . It was as if he belonged there .
The engine gave a purr , and he turned the ignition key .
Slowly , he opened the door and stepped out , his eyes on the green field , still damp from the early morning fog . He grabbed the bag from the backseat and walked towards the bleachers . Setting his bag there , he breathed deeply .
The field was large , it was enough to accommodate a lot of people , but right now , it was deserted . Ken glanced at his watch . It was only 6:00 am . It was too early for anyone to come along and play soccer .
He hoped there would be other people coming later . He wanted some company .
He started to stretch , counting mentally to himself . " 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10… " It took him several minutes to stretch , and he jogged around the field .
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Aya rubbed his eyes . He didn't get much sleep last night , thinking of Ken . He was alive . Ken was alive .
The clatter downstairs told him that Omi was busy preparing breakfast . Trust the kid to wake up early and make breakfast .
Reluctantly , he pulled himself onto his feet and stumbled to the bathroom , preparing for another day of torture . Out of habit , he glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table . 5:30 a.m.
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 6:50 a.m.
It was Yohji and Omi's shift , but Aya had nothing to do and he decided to hang around the shop to help . By 7:00 , they had opened shop .
The usual morning mob of girls passed by , bringing their early morning chatter . They usually come by the Koneko no Sumu Ie before heading to school ; saying some things like the reason they pass by is for inspiration to get through the day . Aya didn't understand what they mean , and frankly he didn't care .
Most of the girls asked when Ken was coming back . Aya gave them an imperious glare before turning his back on them . He didn't want to remember the disappearance of Ken right now . He wanted to have a few moments of peacefulness pretending Ken was somewhere bustling in the shop breaking pots and drowning plants .
Suddenly , he was smitten by a fit of nostalgia . He missed Ken . He had to admit that to himself or he wasn't going to live long enough to find him . He did . He turned off the hose and stood motionless for a few minutes before taking his apron off and giving a small nod to Omi . He was going to take walk .
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 7:30 a.m.
Ken had been there for almost half an hour . People were starting to arrive , parents bringing their children . Ken watched silently as the children piled out of their cars , dressed in soccer attire with their mothers or fathers carrying their bags and soccer balls with them .
Maybe there were soccer lessons there . He glanced around . But he didn't see the teacher .
" Ken – nichan !" Ken turned in surprise . A chorus of voices was calling his name . " Ken – nichan !" The kids were calling him as they rushed as fast as their legs could carry them to the middle of the field where Ken was standing in solitary . Ken gave a confused grin . He had no idea what was happening but he couldn't say it was unpleasant .
The children flocked around him , their happy banter filling the previously quiet atmosphere .
" Ken – nichan ! Where did you go ? You didn't come last Saturday !" They cried . Every child clamored for his attention , and with an amused laugh , he held up his hands in mock – resignation . " Hey , hey ." He chuckled . " One by one ."
A woman was calling out to a little boy who was running towards the crowd . " Honey ! You're not late ! It's only 7:31 !"
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 7:54 a.m.
Aya decided to go for a walk . He wanted to clear his mind before he went back to the shop . A glance at his wristwatch told him it was only 7:55 .
He buried his hands in his coat pocket . He was wearing a heavy coat , despite the warm breeze sweeping the area . He didn't need to feel cold . He was dismal . It made him cold .
The morning was alive with the chirping of birds . A bright and sunny morning . Just the kind Ken loved . Ken was a morning person . Aya mused fondly .
On Saturdays , Ken would drag him from bed , throw him some clothes and tell him they would take a walk . Of course , Ken would already pack his soccer stuff for training and Aya would watch as he taught the children how to play . He would stand tall with pride as Ken ran the field with an easy stride , glowing under the warm sun like some sort of young demigod . He wondered if Ken would ever wake him up again .
He walked slowly , reminiscing . He missed Ken so much it hurt .
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 8:34 a.m.
Ken enjoyed teaching the kids . They genuinely seemed to like him .
He couldn't get out of his head why they knew him , and he didn't know them . But at that moment , it didn't matter . He was happy with their company .
The parents trusted him , it seemed .
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 9:10 a.m.
For some unknown reason , Aya wanted to go to the soccer field . Ken had loved it there .
He wanted to gaze at the empty field and remember Ken .
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 9:30 a.m.
" Oi ! You guys better practice at home . Remember to kick the ball properly . Learn to hit with accuracy ." Ken said with a grin .
" Hai ! Ken – nichan !"
He had played with the kids for two hours , and then the parents had started to arrive . He guessed that their session had already ended .
He dried his damp hair with the towel and walked to bleachers . Taking a couple of drinks from his Gatorade , he watched as the kids ran to their cars . waving enthusiastically at him . He grinned and waved back , occasionally answering the over enthusiastic shouts of " Ken – nichan ! Be here on Saturday ne !"
" Yeah ! Ja !"
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 9:25 a.m.
Aya was speechless . He couldn't believe what he was witnessing . There he was , Ken … his Ken , playing with his students . He looked like he had never been gone , running with abandon , filled with lively energy . His smile charmed Aya as it always did .
Aya watched from behind a tree , offering him a clear view without being seen himself .
His mind was in turmoil . And questions whirled in his head .
What was Ken doing there ?
Was he alone ?
How did he escape from the §chwarz ?
The children were dispersing , heading off to their cars . Aya waited impatiently . He wanted Ken to be alone before he talked to him . He still couldn't approach the younger boy , there were still too many people …
Ken was perched on the bleachers , conversing with a parent . He chatted away cheerfully , without a care in the world . Soon , the mother and her son left and there were but a few children around Ken. It took about ten minutes before the field became once more empty , with only Ken as the sole occupant . He was packing his things into a small silver and blue bag Aya had never seen before .
Aya noted every detail , the way he moved , the way he talked . He remembered how Ken would wipe the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his jersey , just as he did right then . Ken was wearing clothes Aya had never seen before . He knew every piece of Ken's clothing and he knew that what the brunette was wearing did not belong to him , or wasn't in his possession before he disappeared .
With a deep breath , Aya emerged from his hiding place to confront his lover .
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Ewwww…. I didn't know Aya could be so … mushy . O o
Waii ! This is kewl , one of the few chapters I actually like … I loooove coincidences … it makes life more …. dynamic . ^.^
Sorry if the last installment took a little bit … uh … long . Well , I just haven't had enough time to post it especially since my p.c. had to reinstalled because of a bad sector . Arigatou for the reviews !
Marsupial : Oooooh ! ^_^ exactly what I had in mind in the near future ! Hands her chocolate and strawberry pockies … hehe , now that's a bribe for me to get more readers ! J/k !
CrystalStarGuardian : A MAJOR ARIGATOU to youuuuu ! *glomps CrytalStarGuardian * I can't believe I'm actually one of anyone's favorite authors !!!!! *sniff sniff* it makes me wanna cry … LOL ! ^.^ *starts a MAJOR glomp fest *
I'm planning on buying a whole set of Weiß Kruez dvd's ! I hope I'll have enough money to get it soon , especially the OAV's . I heard it's soooo kewl !!!! ^.^ And I'm gonna bet that once I get it , I'm gonna be even MORE inspired ! LOL ! please tell more people about this fic ! I just looove getting lots of reviews ! ^.^
" Come on , Brad ! Just for today . I'm dying to get out of this place ." Ken rolled his eyes as the American calmly sipped coffee , barely glancing away from his newspaper to pay attention to Ken's yelling . " I've practiced everything yesterday . I even got Farf's instructions on how to use the stupid switchblade ." He scowled , remembering the nick on his finger . " Just a couple or so hours . I'm dying here . Hey , why don't you ask Nagi , Schu , and Farf if I didn't do what they told me to . I bet'cha they'd tell you I did everything great ." Ken pushed the newspaper away from Crawford's face and gave him his lost-puppy look . " Braadddd !"
Crawford sighed . " Dammit ! You never shut up do you ?" Putting his paper down on the table , he gave Ken a scrutinizing look .
" Not if you don't give me what I want ."
" I could ask Êstet surgeons to clamp your mouth shut for good ." He muttered , giving the younger boy a mock-threatening glare .
" You would never dare . You'd miss my blabbering ." Ken grinned , knowing the battle was won . He started to race to the stairs . " I'm gonna grab my stuff . Thanks a lot Brad !"
Crawford sighed again and picked up his newspaper , taking another drink from his coffee . The boy was impossible ! He allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up . Utterly impossible .
" Oi Ken , where you goin' ?" Schuldich called out from his room . The door was flung wide open as it normally was , and Schuldich was lying on his tummy tossing a small rubber ball against the wall .
" I'm going to the soccer field . I need practice ." Ken threw his jersey on .
" Old Braddy's not going to let you outta this building until you get your moves right ." He shouted with a smirk , rolling off the black covers of his bed onto the carpet . He threw the ball towards his desk and started to fumble with the laces of his boots .
" He already did ." Ken shouted from his room .
" WHAT ?!" Schuldich was pissed . How come Brad never let him take a day off ?
Ken grinned and stuffed a pair of soccer shorts , a black jersey , and his soccer socks into a blue Nike duffel bag . He grimaced , trying to remember what he forgot . Snapping his fingers , he flipped a towel into the bag and hunted for the ball . He found it under the bed . " Oi Schuldich ! Why'd you leave my shirt under the bed . You spilled something on it didn't you !" He yelled . Schuldich had a habit of grabbing his clothes without permission , and whenever Ken got them back , they were in such a big mess that he wasn't able to use them again .
Schuldich huffed into Ken's room , glowering at the brunette . Special privileges were always given to him . If he didn't know any better , he'd think Crawford was hit by the favoritism bug . " Why'd he give you a day off ?" He demanded , ignoring the shirt , which so forlornly dangled from Ken's fingers .
" My powers of persuasion ." Came the light reply .
" Damn ." * Hey Crawford ! I'm going to take a day off too !* He yelled mentally .
* No you aren't * Crawford retorted .
In a huff , Schuldich bounded down the stairs . He was going to demand his rights !
Ken laughed merrily and ran down , grabbing a couple of Gatorades Nagi had so thoughtfully placed on the table and gave and cheerful wave to Schuldich and Crawford . " Find me when you need me." He hollered before dashing outside , Schuldich's stolen keys dangling from his finger .
* I'm going to drive Schuldich's car * He mused , humming a lively tune under his breath .
Schuldich stopped railing at Crawford and looked at the door . " Oh shit , he's got my car ." He mumbled , before scrambling outside , too late . His Jaguar screeched , and flew onto the road . Schuldich cringed when he heard the protesting whine . Ken forgot to step on the clutch pedal . His car was dead … With a defeated groan , Schuldich slunk back into the building .
Crawford tried to suppress a chuckle .
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 5:52 a.m.
He was driving aimlessly , he didn't exactly know where the soccer field was , but he resolved to drive aimlessly . Surprisingly , he found it immediately . The moment he set eyes on it , he felt a sense of familiarity . It was as if he belonged there .
The engine gave a purr , and he turned the ignition key .
Slowly , he opened the door and stepped out , his eyes on the green field , still damp from the early morning fog . He grabbed the bag from the backseat and walked towards the bleachers . Setting his bag there , he breathed deeply .
The field was large , it was enough to accommodate a lot of people , but right now , it was deserted . Ken glanced at his watch . It was only 6:00 am . It was too early for anyone to come along and play soccer .
He hoped there would be other people coming later . He wanted some company .
He started to stretch , counting mentally to himself . " 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10… " It took him several minutes to stretch , and he jogged around the field .
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Aya rubbed his eyes . He didn't get much sleep last night , thinking of Ken . He was alive . Ken was alive .
The clatter downstairs told him that Omi was busy preparing breakfast . Trust the kid to wake up early and make breakfast .
Reluctantly , he pulled himself onto his feet and stumbled to the bathroom , preparing for another day of torture . Out of habit , he glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table . 5:30 a.m.
† † †
DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 6:50 a.m.
It was Yohji and Omi's shift , but Aya had nothing to do and he decided to hang around the shop to help . By 7:00 , they had opened shop .
The usual morning mob of girls passed by , bringing their early morning chatter . They usually come by the Koneko no Sumu Ie before heading to school ; saying some things like the reason they pass by is for inspiration to get through the day . Aya didn't understand what they mean , and frankly he didn't care .
Most of the girls asked when Ken was coming back . Aya gave them an imperious glare before turning his back on them . He didn't want to remember the disappearance of Ken right now . He wanted to have a few moments of peacefulness pretending Ken was somewhere bustling in the shop breaking pots and drowning plants .
Suddenly , he was smitten by a fit of nostalgia . He missed Ken . He had to admit that to himself or he wasn't going to live long enough to find him . He did . He turned off the hose and stood motionless for a few minutes before taking his apron off and giving a small nod to Omi . He was going to take walk .
† † †
DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 7:30 a.m.
Ken had been there for almost half an hour . People were starting to arrive , parents bringing their children . Ken watched silently as the children piled out of their cars , dressed in soccer attire with their mothers or fathers carrying their bags and soccer balls with them .
Maybe there were soccer lessons there . He glanced around . But he didn't see the teacher .
" Ken – nichan !" Ken turned in surprise . A chorus of voices was calling his name . " Ken – nichan !" The kids were calling him as they rushed as fast as their legs could carry them to the middle of the field where Ken was standing in solitary . Ken gave a confused grin . He had no idea what was happening but he couldn't say it was unpleasant .
The children flocked around him , their happy banter filling the previously quiet atmosphere .
" Ken – nichan ! Where did you go ? You didn't come last Saturday !" They cried . Every child clamored for his attention , and with an amused laugh , he held up his hands in mock – resignation . " Hey , hey ." He chuckled . " One by one ."
A woman was calling out to a little boy who was running towards the crowd . " Honey ! You're not late ! It's only 7:31 !"
† † †
DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 7:54 a.m.
Aya decided to go for a walk . He wanted to clear his mind before he went back to the shop . A glance at his wristwatch told him it was only 7:55 .
He buried his hands in his coat pocket . He was wearing a heavy coat , despite the warm breeze sweeping the area . He didn't need to feel cold . He was dismal . It made him cold .
The morning was alive with the chirping of birds . A bright and sunny morning . Just the kind Ken loved . Ken was a morning person . Aya mused fondly .
On Saturdays , Ken would drag him from bed , throw him some clothes and tell him they would take a walk . Of course , Ken would already pack his soccer stuff for training and Aya would watch as he taught the children how to play . He would stand tall with pride as Ken ran the field with an easy stride , glowing under the warm sun like some sort of young demigod . He wondered if Ken would ever wake him up again .
He walked slowly , reminiscing . He missed Ken so much it hurt .
† † †
DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 8:34 a.m.
Ken enjoyed teaching the kids . They genuinely seemed to like him .
He couldn't get out of his head why they knew him , and he didn't know them . But at that moment , it didn't matter . He was happy with their company .
The parents trusted him , it seemed .
† † †
DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 9:10 a.m.
For some unknown reason , Aya wanted to go to the soccer field . Ken had loved it there .
He wanted to gaze at the empty field and remember Ken .
† † †
DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 9:30 a.m.
" Oi ! You guys better practice at home . Remember to kick the ball properly . Learn to hit with accuracy ." Ken said with a grin .
" Hai ! Ken – nichan !"
He had played with the kids for two hours , and then the parents had started to arrive . He guessed that their session had already ended .
He dried his damp hair with the towel and walked to bleachers . Taking a couple of drinks from his Gatorade , he watched as the kids ran to their cars . waving enthusiastically at him . He grinned and waved back , occasionally answering the over enthusiastic shouts of " Ken – nichan ! Be here on Saturday ne !"
" Yeah ! Ja !"
† † †
DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 9:25 a.m.
Aya was speechless . He couldn't believe what he was witnessing . There he was , Ken … his Ken , playing with his students . He looked like he had never been gone , running with abandon , filled with lively energy . His smile charmed Aya as it always did .
Aya watched from behind a tree , offering him a clear view without being seen himself .
His mind was in turmoil . And questions whirled in his head .
What was Ken doing there ?
Was he alone ?
How did he escape from the §chwarz ?
The children were dispersing , heading off to their cars . Aya waited impatiently . He wanted Ken to be alone before he talked to him . He still couldn't approach the younger boy , there were still too many people …
Ken was perched on the bleachers , conversing with a parent . He chatted away cheerfully , without a care in the world . Soon , the mother and her son left and there were but a few children around Ken. It took about ten minutes before the field became once more empty , with only Ken as the sole occupant . He was packing his things into a small silver and blue bag Aya had never seen before .
Aya noted every detail , the way he moved , the way he talked . He remembered how Ken would wipe the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his jersey , just as he did right then . Ken was wearing clothes Aya had never seen before . He knew every piece of Ken's clothing and he knew that what the brunette was wearing did not belong to him , or wasn't in his possession before he disappeared .
With a deep breath , Aya emerged from his hiding place to confront his lover .
† † †
Ewwww…. I didn't know Aya could be so … mushy . O o
Waii ! This is kewl , one of the few chapters I actually like … I loooove coincidences … it makes life more …. dynamic . ^.^
Sorry if the last installment took a little bit … uh … long . Well , I just haven't had enough time to post it especially since my p.c. had to reinstalled because of a bad sector . Arigatou for the reviews !
Marsupial : Oooooh ! ^_^ exactly what I had in mind in the near future ! Hands her chocolate and strawberry pockies … hehe , now that's a bribe for me to get more readers ! J/k !
CrystalStarGuardian : A MAJOR ARIGATOU to youuuuu ! *glomps CrytalStarGuardian * I can't believe I'm actually one of anyone's favorite authors !!!!! *sniff sniff* it makes me wanna cry … LOL ! ^.^ *starts a MAJOR glomp fest *
I'm planning on buying a whole set of Weiß Kruez dvd's ! I hope I'll have enough money to get it soon , especially the OAV's . I heard it's soooo kewl !!!! ^.^ And I'm gonna bet that once I get it , I'm gonna be even MORE inspired ! LOL ! please tell more people about this fic ! I just looove getting lots of reviews ! ^.^