Author's Notes: *Blinks* I truly did plan on writing this chapter a lot earlier… in fact I did but my hard drive lost it *pouts* and then things just keep getting in the way! Writers block! Homework! Friends! LOL even Weiss itself! Since I managed to get my hands on the second episode of Gluhen! Which wasn't as bad as I thought it would be with the new animation! But Ken Yoji and Omi didn't appear in it at all ~ ~!... ok ok now I've gotten off track… well anyways I think this chapt ended up better then the one I wrote before…
And many thanks to the reviewers of course!!!
Atsureki: *giggles* I know cliffhangers are evil! LOL but if I recall correctly you've left me quite frustrated more then once with your own cliffhangers!! Kyri: *huggles ran as well* I know I'm so mean! Ken certainly will have his hands full! LittleIsa: I know it was cruel of me to just kill Aya-chan off without even getting out of the hospital!!! What can I say it needed to be done Cece: Heh maybe not as soon as you would have liked, but hey what can I say! LOL : ): Yes as I've stated I'm evil in the ways of cliffhangers! Bad me!!! Fei: Thanks!! I tried to set it up well although I'm not sure I did such a hot job but oh well! And hopefully Ken can make Aya all better ~ ~… you would think I would know… lol! Lorien: Impending angst is my middle name!... well maybe not… but you get the point! Lorelei: Shameful pieces my ass pffft! Your stories have much more plotyness then mine!... but anyways yes I love Aya angst as well!! Star of Heaven: Yes I know sadness!!! *sobs* but thankies!.... now onto the story! Hope you enjoy and thanks again!
Ken paced the living room back and forth, pausing every once in a while to sigh deeply. He was nervous and edgy that much could be evident to a blind man. Yoji groaned in frustration, he cared for ken he truly did, but at the moment he wanted to break the boy's legs so that he could watch TV in peace!
"Ken!" Yoji exclaimed as he passed infront of the television set for the millionth time. All Yoji had wanted to do was watch the swim suite competition in peace, which Ken was making rather difficult to do. The brunette stopped abruptly at Yoji's voice blinking stupidly at the older man. "Sit!" Yoji commanded when Ken made no move to reframe from blocking his vision of the screen.
Ken plopped down on the couch next to Yoji sighing dramatically to add effect. He ran his hand through chocolate brown hair nervously moving his gaze towards the door. Ken grabbed a napkin unconsciously and started twisting it around in his lap. Little tiny pieces of the napkin started to accumulate on Ken's lap. Yoji eyed the younger boy resisting the urge to pull out his hair in frustration. Scratch that, his hair was too good to mistreat, pull out the hair of the one causing the agitation.
"Ken your making a mess…" Yoji stated stopping him from breaking any more pieces onto the floor. He wasn't the neat freak Aya was, that was for sure, he certainly wasn't that uptight. Still he didn't see the need to make messes for no reason, especially when he would most likely get blame for the mess himself. Whenever there was something wrong he seemed to be the center of the blame, granted ninety nine percent of the time he had caused the problem, but still he DID live with three other guys, they could give him some credit once and a while, he grumbled to himself.
"Sorry Yoji." Ken mumbled breaking off the other's train of thought. The brunette obviously hadn't even realized what he had been doing and no doubt hadn't comprehended he had been annoying the older man. Ken turned his gaze towards the window staring off into oblivion, the rain was pouring heavily outside, it had been for quite sometime now, thunder and lightening illuminated the sky causing a brilliant light show.
Yoji sighed again as the television screen flickered, apparently the storm was causing slight difficulties in the cable. He supposed he should shut the appliance off so it wouldn't explode, that's all he needed, to blow a nice paycheck on a new TV. That and the brunette next to him was obviously in distress, and the oldest Weiss member wouldn't get any peace unless he tried to council the other. Reaching for the clicker he turned off the TV turning slightly towards Ken. The program would be repeated anyways and if he was lucky he might be able to catch the end.
"Alright tell Uncle Yoji what's wrong Kenken." Yoji stated catching the younger boy's attention by surprise.
"What do you mean?" Ken questioned dumbly trying to smile. He honestly hadn't meant to bother Yoji; he hated putting his problems on someone else's shoulders, because frankly they all had enough problems to deal with themselves. He hadn't thought he had been that obvious about his troubled thoughts, but for Yoji to shut off a highly viewed 'babe fest' then he must have broadcasted his depression pretty loudly.
"Don't play stupid with me Hidaka you've been moping around practically all day? Now you're going to spit it out before I end up killing one of us." Yoji replied rolling his eyes, honestly did the soccer player think he was so naïve as not to see that something was bothering the other?
"Such sensitivity Yo-tan you might give someone the wrong idea." Ken answered jokingly making the other laughed slightly.
"If you don't say anything then we will be fine, or will I be forced to silence you?" Yoji answered playing along. "Alright so what is it?" He asked again turning serious not wanting to get off topic. The soccer player had a way of getting you off topic so that you forgot what you were going to talk about; honestly it got really frustrating at times.
"I really don't know what's wrong…" Ken started blowing an annoying strand of hair out of his face. The piece was stubborn though and almost as soon as he blew it, it replaced itself back in the same spot. Ken rolled his eyes slightly then continued on, "It's just a gut feeling I guess that something bad has happened… and with Aya out this whole time… I can't help but worry." Ken tried to explain thinking he did a poor job of it.
"I wouldn't worry too much Ken, after all if something did go wrong Aya's an assassin he can take care of himself." Yoji answered understanding the younger's worrying. The leader of Weiss hadn't so much as called since the storm had hit, and that would make any lover at least slightly nervous.
"I know… I just wish he'd call or something." Ken replied as Yoji nodded to his comment.
"Why don't you go upstairs and get some rest Kenken. It's been a long day and staying down here will only prolong the waiting." Yoji stated ruffling Ken's hair a bit. Ken scowled at him trying to smooth the messy brown locks back.
"My hair does not need your assistance." He stated firmly in mock annoyance.
"Ah but I could do wonders with it." Yoji answered coolly smirking at the other. Ken resisted the urge to snort at the older man; the soccer player got up and stretched out a bit. He yawned tiredly; despite wanting to stay up and wait for the icy leader he was extremely exhausted. It had indeed been a long busy day at the flower shop, which had certainly tired him out.
"I guess I will take your advice, but only because I am really worn-out, goodnight Yoji." Ken stated as he headed for the stairs.
"Goodnight Kenken!" Yoji replied as Ken departed the room.
Aya hadn't cried when his sister had first been hit on that dreaded night that had changed his world so immensely. Who could have thought one event, one tiny, yet so completely important event could change someone's life forever. Aya had refused to cry then, he had had his revenge to go after, crying would be a waste of time with his sister clinging onto life in a hospital bed. It was a waste of time then and there was no exception now. So when wet droplets formed in the corner of his eyes and spilled over onto his cheeks he had been needless to say shocked.
He rubbed at his eyes almost roughly trying to get rid of every last trace of the offending droplets. Aya raced down the hallways of the hospital no longer being able to stand the immaculate corridors. After his sister had finally gone he had stayed by her side for hours in hope that perhaps a miracle would occur, foolish indeed. He couldn't believe he had allowed himself to hope again, he had slipped allowing himself emotions. That had been Ran's downfall, feeling too much, loving too much, he had thought he had learned his lesson becoming Aya, but apparently he hadn't.
"Once a fool always a fool." He muttered harshly bursting out of the hospital doors. The rain stun against his cooling skin, but he welcomed the slight pain, infact wished for it to increase. With the rain washing over his body he could almost forget that this was his own fault, if he hadn't set himself up to believe everything would be ok, then he was certain he wouldn't be so crushed.
Aya didn't bother getting into his car welcoming a long walk in hopes to clear his head. He had no idea where he was going, all he knew was that he couldn't go back home. It would only remind him that while he had almost found happiness his sister was dead. If anyone deserved happiness it had been his sister, so why then had she been taken away, why couldn't he have gone instead? She deserved to live so much more then he did, she was innocent, pure, untainted by blood. He murdered people for a living despite supposedly giving out justice the fact was he killed others. He didn't deserve to outlive her in anyway.
The red head was brought out of his thoughts as he realized just where his legs had brought him. He cursed not believing he had unconsciously walked home. All the lights were off which was a good sign, he defiantly didn't want to deal with any of his teammates at the moment. He supposed this would be as good a time to sneak in as any; otherwise he might not get such an opportunity. He needed to get inside and figure out how to replace his cold mask without cracks if he was going to survive this ordeal.
Aya carefully opened the door making sure not to let the object creak. He silently walked through the downstairs reaching the stairs without mishap.
"You should have called, Ken was worried." A voice stated groggily from the couch making Aya jump slightly. He cursed under his breathe wondering how he couldn't have noticed the soft glow of the television set. The oldest assassin was layed sprawled out on the couch lazily flipping through channels. He held back a yawn, blinking his eyes slightly to try and wake himself up. The assassin had most likely been asleep and had only woken up when the other had walked into the house. After all Yoji was an assassin as well and if he didn't notice other presences even in sleep it could someday mean death. Aya didn't even pause long enough to give the other an answer; he quickly walked up the stairs ignoring the older assassin.
Aya passed quickly by Omi's room where he could hear the soft tapping of keys. He then passed the brunette's room, thankful that the lights where out and there was soft breathing coming from within. Aya went to his own room and quickly closed the door behind him letting out the breathe he had been holding. Although he hadn't managed to make it through the house without encounters he was extremely glad he hadn't actually had to make conversation. Aya glanced around his room surveying the living space with an intense gaze. He kept seeing images of his sister throughout the room, her smiling face, her happy laughter, every good moment they had had together, then it turned dark, to her being slaughtered by Takatori. He rubbed at his eyes trying to get the images out but to no avail. He growled angrily gripping his hands into fists so tightly that he drew blood. When not even the pain was able to subside the images he burst out into violence. His fist slammed into the heavy bookcase at the right side of his room, knocking over every book. He grabbed one throwing it at the window succeeding in breaking the glass where an image of Takatori running over Aya was. He upturned the dresser with almost inhuman strength throwing it across the room breaking the bed. He continued breaking anything and everything in sight not even noticing the soft creak of the door opening.
"Aya…" Ken whispered softly gazing at the mess that the red head was making of the room. The older assassin apparently hadn't noticed his entrance since he kept going. "Aya stop it!" Ken exclaimed seeing that the more Aya destroyed the more he hurt himself. There was already a large amount of blood running from his fists. Not even Ken's yell seem to reach the crazed assassin.
When the other made no indication that he intended to stop Ken reached out and grabbed the red head's arm trying to restrain him. An angry amethysts glare was brought down upon him, Ken had infact never seen those eyes so filled with harsh coldness, he gasped slightly from shock of seeing those once loving caring gems turned upon him with such hatred. The older assassin made a move to punch the other aiming for his right shoulder, Ken luckily was able to block it, which only seemed to make the other more angered. Aya had lost it somehow that much Ken could decipher, the emotions in his eyes were so conflicting signifying a battle within. Ken did his best to block the approaching punches and on a normal basis he and Aya were pretty much evenly matched. But this certainly wasn't a normal instance, Aya's crazed emotions seemed to give him more power and speed, add in the fact that Ken was still extremely tired, it was a wonder Ken lasted as long as he did.
It wasn't long before Aya was able to take advantage of an opening pushing the younger assassin against the wall roughly and snapping his wrist. Ken resisted the urge to scream not wanting to alert the other members of the house; he knew they wouldn't look upon this situation the same as himself. He closed his eyes tightly biting on his lip to keep from shouting; he was biting down so hard that the bitter sensation of blood was evident. Ken slid down into a sitting position on the ground cradling his wrist to his chest. Suddenly wherever Aya's sanity had seemed to run off to, it returned just as quickly. He stared at the soccer player, the one person he had left that he cared about, on the floor bruises forming in several places, bruises caused by him. Aya made a cry of alarm almost a whimper sliding next to the brunette again letting tears cloud his eyes.
"Ran." Ken whispered softly enfolding the other into his arms. Aya buried his face into the muscular chest of the soccer player letting tears soak the sun kissed skin. Ken ran his uninjured hand along Aya's, his fingertips tracing soothing patterns against the pale skin. They moved up slowly to entangle in his silky red hair, brushing it back softly.
"Oh…. God Ken… I'm…so…. Sorry…. please I'm….. sorry" Aya's voice was slightly muffled but Ken still could make out the words.
"Shhh its ok… everything's going to be fine… I love you…." Ken replied in a gentle soothing tone trying to hush the other's cries. Ken placed soft tender kisses along his brow. He ignored the throbbing of his useless wrist for the moment knowing this was more important. It wasn't tell long into the night that Aya had finally tired himself out enough to fall asleep, and Ken hadn't dare move them onto the bed in fear of disturbing the other. So the rest of the night was spent rather uncomfortable for Ken as he tried to figure out what could have happened to break his lover so completely.
~~Siberian~~
More notes:
You may notice I kind of flip between calling Aya aya and calling him Ran. Let me just say that even though the Weiss boys know about aya-chan I am still having them call him Aya mostly. The only one who calls him Ran is his sister and Ken with being intimate.
Thanks again for reading! I've been agonizing over this chapter for a while now… I dunno they seem to out of character for me… but oh well! Tell next time!
