*Sigh* No matter how many times I might wish it, I still don't own Weiß. (lol and I'm actually running out of creative ways to say that I don't own it.)

Note to everyone: Italics= thought as usual. Also to remind you this is an AU fic… and the scenes depicted in this story are from my mind on what could have happened to his family before the accident from the anime series. Warning OOC... I think....

                                                                        Chapter 4

            Aya stood once more along the side of the road. He was glad that the "god" Puck gave him a second chance at trying to rescue his family from this tragic day. This was soon going to happen once more before his very eyes. He continued to stand there thinking of a way to actually save them. He was somewhat angry with himself for freezing like he had done the last time, but the outline of the man who was holding the gun to his parents seemed slightly familiar. He couldn't place who it was but he knew he'd seen him before.

            Shaking his head slightly he watched once more as his parents, sister and his younger self walked past. As with the previous time before, they didn't see him and continued on their way to the restaurant they were heading to. He then decided that this time instead of winging it like he did the last time, he would actually come up with a plan to save all of them, or he would at least die trying.

            After a few moment of thinking, he decided that instead of following them he would just head straight for his home. Doing that would give the man more time to think on what to do instead of reminiscing the past. In a way, it hurt him still to even dwell on what had happened. Not just the first time it happened, but for the last time as well. He fervently hoped that he wouldn't do the same thing again this time. Then again, no one knows what fate had or in Aya's case, Puck had in store for him.

            He passed many shaded trees and pushed pass many people who gave him all sorts of looks. The looks he received went from a look of shock, shock on how rude such a young man could be, queer looks, to questioning looks. He was in a hurry to make it home so he just ignored all the people who looked his way. The only thing on his mind at that time was to make it to his house as quickly as possible to have time to gather his wits about him and to strengthen his resolve on what was yet to come.

            Soon enough he reached his house. Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed the little key that he still had on him from the past. Here I am again, he thought to himself as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. Maybe this time I'll be able to get it right. He walked into the house.

            This time he took his time to look around the house. It was the same as it had been before the explosion. Pictures of his family lined many of the walls. Aya-chan and he when they were babies, pictures of his parents wedding day and other ones were some of the few up there. He wished he had had a chance to save those pictures, what he had left from the place was just the key that was now back in his pocket, the memories, and if you wish to count it, Aya-chan lying in a coma back in the Magic Bus Hospital. He didn't want to count that though as memorabilia, but some how it just couldn't ever be the same until she awoke or things changed in the past.

            After a few moments of looking around the living room, he finally got sick of it and walked to other parts of the house. To him all of it seemed like a strangely constructed museum of the past, but he knew that it wasn't a museum holding the treasures he wished to keep. It was the actual past and he had a mission to complete here. He looked up at the clock and realized he still had some time left before he had to rush down back to the closet he hid in the first time he was here. He shook his head. Out of all the things he could do to change what he had messed up last time, he was still going to hide in that little cramped closet in the hall way. Then again, he still didn't want to explain himself to his past life.

            As Aya walked around the house, he finally came to a stop at his old bedroom. He had been everywhere else within the house, but for some reason he had saved that room for last. He didn't know why he had done that, maybe it was because he didn't want to be assaulted by the memories that hung around him, or maybe he was just afraid to face the person he had once been. Maybe it was just both, whichever reason it might have been, but he still had to push everything he felt aside. His cold uncaring mask fell back into place as he braced himself and walked inside.

            It was a typical teenager room. Some of the walls were lined with posters of his favorite bands. A computer was in the one of the far corners sitting on top of a beautiful wooden desk. The computer was a gift from his parents for his eighteenth birthday. He let out a soft laugh, as he remembered how jealous his little sister had been when he had received the present. He remembered how he rectified that jealousy immediately by telling her that she could use it whenever she wanted to just as long as it didn't bother him too much or she wanted to use it at awkward times.

            He shook his head as more wisps of memories floated past him. It was almost as if he could see it all happening right before his eyes. Like the ghosts playing around him, they danced the silent dance of remembrance. Each scene changed before him rapidly, until he started to grow dizzy from the memories that assaulted him. He had to sit down for a moment. He had to collect himself once more before these feelings and images overwhelmed him. He began to regret ever coming in there, for as it was the stoic facade he had always placed upon his own self was rapidly beginning to crumble like a wall being broken down by a sledge hammer. It slowly started to fade away.

            Picking himself up off the floor, he ran out of his room and to the closet, he was going to stay in. He still had a few hours left before everything would happen, but he just couldn't stand the sight of everything anymore. The memories still were too painful for him, the anger still too fresh for him to bear. As he locked himself in the closet, he started to calm down. The darkness in the little closet was a familiar place for him. It soothed him even though he knew it was the wrong way to go, but he couldn't help it. After all this had happened to him, his life became an unending cycle of torment, despair, and darkness. They were his only playmates now unless he could change everything. If he didn't, they would remain the only friends he would ever have, for an eternity.

            He waited in the blackness of the closet. The memories of days gone by finally slowed down to a murmur of the past. Then out of nowhere he realized that they were all home. His younger self and his sister were just about to walk out the door. How he failed to notice this, he didn't know.

            Silently he cursed himself for his lack of attention and strained his ears to listen. He heard the door shut telling him that they were finally gone. He crept out the closet once more and headed again to the family shrine where the sword lingered, then waited once more in the darkened shadows for the ones to come and do what they were to do.

            His waiting paid off for soon enough it all happened again. His mother stood there in the living room with a gun pointed at her head. His father stood, standing off to the side. He knew he was going to have to move quickly this time, so as the man was standing there, talking. He rushed out and pushed his mother aside.

            The man holding the gun stared at him, "Who are you?!" He yelled out as he fired his gun.

            The bullet grazed passed Aya, not causing too much damage, but causing him to feel it as it ripped by him. He didn't care if he died here or not, he just wanted to save his family. He grabbed his mother's arm and pulled her outside, ignoring all the questions she was throwing at him. He turned around to go back in but was stopped when the sound of the gun going off told him that he hadn't made it in time to save his father.

            He gave out a soft gasp. This was the second time he screwed on the whole thing. First, it was his inaction to do anything, this time it was his lack of speed that caused things to go wrong. He sank to the ground almost in despair.

            As he stayed there on the ground, he heard the explosion and looked up. He knew that his sister would soon be run over but he didn't have the strength to do anything. It was almost as if the memories that had run rampant over his mind drained him of almost all the last strength he possessed. He continued to sit there, even as the car speed up and hit his sister throwing her into the state of coma that she was once and now shall be in. He sighed. He heard his mother screaming out his sister's name as well as his fathers.

            Soon exhaustion won out. He fell face down to the floor. The scream of his mother saying she was unable to see jerked him slightly out of the semi sleep he was falling into. He couldn't move though so he just laid there and soon the darkness descended upon him again.

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            Puck watched as things progressed. He sat in his customary perch and was staring at a great pool that was under the tree. The god let out a small laugh as the one who called himself Weiß messed up yet again. He knew that the fiery haired man would be back though. He knew he would beg for yet another chance at saving those precious to him. Puck was unsure though of allowing what he called a pathetic man to keep going. His thoughts were interrupted though by a voice speaking out.

            "Puck! What are you doing?" The voice boomed up from the pool.

            Puck quickly erased the images that were flowing through there and summoned up his King's image. The King had a wise benevolent look too him. His brown eyes though held an ancient look to them and at the same time a hint of anger showed through. The anger was probably for Puck, he guessed to himself. The strange fact was that for how old the King was it didn't show in his face. His hair was still a deep brown color, no gray or silver hairs touched any part of his hair, and his face still held a cheerful young look. If a mortal had seen him, they would have thought that he was in his early to mid thirties.

            Puck stopped studying his king and answered him merrily, "I'm just trying to help a mortal out with their desire, my king."

            The king raised his eyebrow at that. "Oh really?"
            Puck jumped off the tree branch and walked to the end of the pool. "Yes my liege." He gave the king a small bow.

            "I warn you now Puck if you so much as even harm this young mortal, you'll find yourself in the deepest part of my dungeon."

            "I never would even consider that my lord." Puck said.

            The king gave a small nod the instantly vanished.

            "I won't hurt him," he muttered to himself. "But I am going to have fun with this..."

Author's notes: OK! Sorry it took me so long to do this. As you've noticed, I've started another fic, Through the Eyes of an Immortal. If you haven't read it, you should check it out. It doesn't seem to be going bad, if I don't say so myself.

Brad: Let me guess you say so yourself then?

*looks at brad* OHHH hush, ohhhh WINDY! Yes it's PUCK as in puck puck, Robin Goodfellow,  Puck but with a bit of a twist ^_^
Brad: *rolls eyes* She's been dieing to tell you that.

*pouts* So?! Anyway, thanks for the reviews guys. ^__^ I really appreciate them... although now I'm starting to wonder which one I should work on next... the Green Eyes watching one... or the Highlander/Weiß one... hmmm *thinks...*

Brad: *looks at her* Don't think too hard you might hurt yourself....

*glares at Brad* I think having you and Ken together is now looking like a bad idea...

Brad: ....

Anyway I'm going to head out now... maybe I'll work on one of the others now if my muse isn't pissed off at me ^_^ Ja ne!