I don't own Weiß Kreuz. Takehito, Koyasu is the owner and all rights belong to him. Don't sue me for using them without his permission... I'm broke... *sighs*
Notes: This is an Alternate Universe story. All things that happen in here aren't really the way it happened but how my mind thinks they happened. Italics in this story pertain to thoughts and anything else involving the mind.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.... The sounds of a very loud and yet at the same time highly annoying alarm clock brought Aya out of his deep slumber.
As the annoying time telling piece kept up with its constant buzzing, Ran slowly opened his eyes and looked around his room. Nothing was stirring with in the room and all was still silent and peaceful as dawn was starting to light up the world on the out side with its soft blue gray tones. There was always something about dawn that Ran despised. Whether it was because the darkness of the night sky was actually turning to something more cheerful and bright or it was the whole fact that a new day had come and with it bearing new things, which as he tended to see them to be new troubles and new bleakness's that he would be forced to live with.
He rolled over to his side and glanced up at the clock. It was only a quarter till seven. He still had plenty of time to sleep before he had to get up. It wasn't as if he had to actually go into work that day. Today was his day off. Well… that's what his sleep fogged mind kept trying to tell him. He reached over to the alarm clock and hit the button that we all know and love… the snooze button and closed his eyes once again to get the much-needed sleep that his sore body yearned for.
Before sleep could hit him though, his eyes opened and he sat up. Just staying awake for that brief time had cleared his mind to coherency and he remembered the past few days' events. Well past few days for him in a strange way, so far, he had relived the same day more than once. No that should be same two days since it was always the same. He would go on the mission with the rest of the team to keep the miniature statue out of Schwarz hands, then the statue, out of sheer stupidity on Siberian's half, would be knocked out of Mastermind's hand only to fall and break within Ran's very own hand, plunging him into darkness that lead to the being called Puck.
Ran growled as the thought of that silver haired being swept across his mind. This is the second time things have fucked up because of the little beast, he thought to himself as he stared out his window into the predawn sky. What sort of tricks does that thing have up his sleeve now?
Ran got out of his bed and slowly got ready for work, when the door to his room opened up.
"Ran?" A soft voice spoke out.
Ran glanced up startled to hear a voice in his room. The speaker was an older woman in her early to mid forties. Long brown hair, that held streaks of gray within it, flowed loosely around her shoulders. Deep lines caused by grief and stress marred what could still be called a beautiful face, despite the old age. Grief over her husband, of almost twenty years, who for two years now lie buried six feet under. In addition, sadness lingered in her heart and mind for her only daughter who lies in a state close to death.
His vibrantly colored violet eyes slowly took in his mother's appearance. They traveled all over her face and stopped briefly on each area before looking her fully in the eyes. He was surprised at how much her facial features had changed over the course of two years, but it didn't even come close to the shock he felt as he stared into what was once her eyes.
He had been expecting to see a pair of beautifully colored midnight-blue irises that always danced with love and warmth, to be peering back at him. The same colored eyes as his sister, but instead a pair of dark black tinted sunglasses, that were just beginning to reflect the morning sunlight streaming through the window, framed his mother's face.
"Ran?" She spoke out again, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room in a matter of minutes.
"Hai?"
"Oh good, you're still in here." Relief washed over her face slightly before turning into something akin to worry. "I... I didn't wake you up did I? If I did... I didn't mean to... I know how sometimes you're not home until late and end up not getting as much sleep as you need..."
Ran threw his hand up in an attempt to forestall any more apologies from his mother. He was in the middle of shaking his head no, when a second later he realized with a start that she was unable to see his attempts at quelling her unnecessary apologies. Lowering his raised hand, he cleared his throat and spoke up, "It's alright mother. You didn't wake me. As a matter of fact, I've been up for a while now and was on my way to see you..."
His mother smiled at the sound of Ran's deep baritone voice. "I'm glad. Ran... son... I was wondering, could you help me brush my hair. Ever since... the house blew up ...and..." she shook her head. "Anyway would you help your poor blind mother out?"
Ran walked over to his mother and lightly touched her hand startling her. Even with all that had happened to her skin was still soft and held that motherly tenderness to it. Even though now their roles were reversed. Ran was more of the mother figure while his mother was the child. Yeah she looked like an adult, was an adult, but she ended up having problems with the easiest things like that could be done by normal adults. She couldn't cook. She couldn't clean. It was almost as if she couldn't take care of herself at all.
Ran shook his head, led her over to his bed, and began to brush the tangles out of her long hair. To him, her hair felt like the fines silk under his sword calloused hands. While he continued to brush it an over whelming sense of depression settled over him. Here he was, touching the woman who gave birth to him with blood stained hands. It seemed to him that every time he tried to erase those stains and his past through Puck, the end would always turn out to be just as bad as it had started out or sometimes even worse.
As always, his burning anger for the one who caused it over took the depression that settled over him. A soft growl issued from Ran's throat when he thought of that man and he roughly yanked the hairbrush through his mother's hair.
"Ouch, Ran, please be a bit more gentle," his mother exclaimed. Her voice held a tinge of pain to it for the rough treatment her son was giving to her.
Ran's anger drained from him when he heard the cry of pain coming from his mother. He paused mid stroke and sat there mentally cursing himself for causing his mother even the slightest amount of harm, no matter how unintentional it had been. In a way, he was ashamed of himself, for letting his anger, or any emotion, get a hold of him as it had been since he had encountered the creature Puck.
He was the cold one. The one, who, no matter the situation, kept a stoic mask carefully placed over him. The man, who, never gave in to, or let other people see what went on under his carefully constructed facade. Yet, so far, in a space of what could be now said as almost seventy-two hours, he had lost his temper twice and was on the verge of having a mental break down in what once had been his old room.
Ran shook his head to clear those thoughts from his mind and offered an apology to his mother for being so rough. A sense of relief flooded through him, when his mother gracefully nodded her head in acceptance of his apology.
Soon the room was once again sat in almost complete silence. The only sound that could be heard was that of the brush gliding softly through his mother's hair and of the soft breathing on both their parts. The silence was short lived however, because shortly a loud and slightly erratic pounding came through the door face.
"Oi! Ran, get up! It's time to open the shop!" Ken's voice came through the hollow wooden door.
Ran sighed and finished putting his mother's hair up in the bun she always seemed to wear it in. He stood up and started to move to do the door but his mother's voice stopped him.
"When am I going to meet her?"
Ran looked over at his mother. "Nani?"
"That Sakura girl, when are you going to let me meet her? You've been dating her for a while now son. I would like to meet her."
Ran's eyes widened. She thinks that I'm dating that kid Sakura?! Just what HAVE I been telling her before I leave for missions?. "I…"
"I see, so, you're ashamed of your poor blind mother is that it?
"Iie… that's not it… it's just…"
Ran's mother smiled. "I know, I'm just teasing you son. If you are unsure of me meeting her then that's fine… but maybe one day I will. Now go before Ken-san starts freaking out about you not being in there to open the flower shop." She waved her hand in dismissal of him.
Inhaling deeply, Ran walked out of his room and stood there for a moment. As he stood there, he mentally prepared himself for what he knew would be a living hell, known as the screaming fangirls that visited the shop. They wouldn't be that bad in his eyes, if they bought something, but they never did. They just hung about all day, their high-pitched fifteen-year-old voices carrying around , causing the four men extreme migraines.
All through out the day, Ran kept glancing over at the tiny clock situated on the wall. To him it seemed as if the long hands, that represented the passing of time, were moving along at a snail's pace. He grimaced and thought to himself, even Kudoh can get a woman in bed faster than this! He sighed.
Soon enough the shop was closed and night settled over the land.
Ran once more walked through the silent corridors of the museum. It almost seemed redundant to him that he was once more doing this same mission over again, but he knew that if could just talk to that being then… maybe he could receive another chance at saving his parents and sister. He moved quickly this time, instead of being silent. He knew that Schwarz was there already and that no matter what he did, he would never beat them from being the first ones in that room, but he was going to try his damnedest to get that statue away from Schuldich as painlessly as possible, although, he had a feeling that, that would be quite unlikely.
Ran crashed into the room at a neck breaking speed only stopping a brief second to free his sword from its sheath. Weiß might not have been able to make it to the museum before their enemy did but Ran still hoped that he had the element of surprise, and maybe some speed on his side. Schuldich may be able to read a person's movements through their mind, but Ran figured that he wouldn't be able to do it if he just acted on impulse instead of thinking things out.
Therefore, he attacked with a deep instinct that was breed into him from over two years of using a sword and being an assassin. With all the strength and speed he could muster, he ran up behind the telepath and knocked him to the ground with a loud crash.
Once again, the tiny statue was sent sailing through the air. Ran glanced up and watched the figurine move in its path to the ground. He only had a few seconds to get himself together before the thing crashed into the ground. He stood up and was soon running forward to catch the statue. As from the previous times before it was caught in the palm of his hands just as it was about to collide with the ground.
Author's notes: *blinks and looks around* Schu... I think we're finished with this chapter.... I will say I do apologize for taking so long but… well as it does seem I had to get a new muse.
Schu: I think the chapter is perfect chibi-kins!
that's all?!
Schu: What you want me to say? People should love this chapter! Should beg for more, hai hai!
I'm surprised your not saying that it's good because you helped me
Schu: *snickers* Well that too.
*rolls eyes* what did I start?
Schu: Perfection! *purrs*
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