Title: Never Gonna Get Us
Warning: Yaoi
Pairing: YohjixKen
Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss Kreuz and I don't own the song that I based this title off. It's Never Gonna Get Us by Tatu.
Author Note: Don't hate me just yet ^^; I never write sad endings to stories. I just have to make them end happily. As I was writing I realize this chapter gets depressing, but I'll make sure to end it on a happy note. Happier than the LAST chapter ended. *sweat drop* I didn't expect it to span so many chapters. It's probably gonna be more than three now. And I don't know if it will turn lemon. I've never written a lemon and it would probably be bad. I'd likely get my fic kicked of FF.net for doing so too. Grr. I'll just see what the readers say (as in you!) Now, let's see how KenKen is doing.
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Yohji fidgeted nervously in the hospital waiting room. How long had he been there? He could estimate the time on the amount of cigarettes that disappeared from his nearly empty pack. His time spent in the white, sterile room allowed him adequate time to think the day through.
//"...Ken...?"
"Come here, Yohji. Ken...will be okay."
"Ken...?"
"Omi! Call an ambulance!"
"Hai, Aya-kun!"
"...Ken..."//
'I must be cursed.' He thought bitterly, breaking away from his tormenting memories. 'If I hadn't brought Ken with me...if I hadn't left...' Yohji shook his head and resumed his pacing.
"Yohji-kun!" The usually genki teen walked up to him slowly with puffy eyes to hint at his crying earlier. "The doctor!"
The blonde playboy looked towards the door to see a middle-aged man smiling kindly towards the three anxious boys. "You're waiting for news of Hidaka Ken, ne?"
Yohji could only nod. "How..." He found himself choking on his usually smooth words. "How is he?"
Looking down at the chart in his hands, the doctor scanned the scribbled words. "It wasn't as bad as we thought, really. Hidaka-san is very lucky. Although...he hit his head rather hard. We don't know if this will cause any long term damage. We can only wait until he wakes up."
"He's out of surgery?" Omi, along with Yohji and even Aya, looked hopeful.
"Yes." The doctor smiled. "Go right ahead, but do be careful around him." Three boys rushed through the hospital after thanking the doctor sincerely. Pausing in front of a closed door in the intensive care unit, they pushed it open quietly. Lying upon the bed in the white washed room laid a very passive Ken. Numerous bruises covered his features along with multiple bandages, but he looked only to be sleeping peacefully. Machines that beeped and booped and made all sorts of sounds surrounded the bed. Were they helping him live or were they taunting those without a mechanical life?
Aya looked away from Ken, bitterly reminded of his dear sister. His eyes landed on Yohji who stood beside him, and he understood what must have happened earlier that day. Love ran deep in jade green eyes for the boy lying on cotton sheets.
"Omi...want a soda?"
"Hai, Aya-kun! Arigatou!" Omi, encouraged by the fact that Ken seemed better than they thought, bounded off behind the red-head.
When the door closed, Yohji took a deep breath and approached the bed. "Hey KenKen. You were only away from me for a few hours, but I already missed you." He smiled lightly and brushed a few pieces of hair across a tanned forehead. "Did you see how Aya didn't yell at us for skipping out on work? Aren't we lucky? We're in for it when you get better though. He'll make us work double shifts, I bet. Ken...you should get better soon, right? What will we tell the kids on Saturday when you're supposed to teach them soccer? Who's gonna carry the heavy pots around the shop? Don't start being lazy like me...Ken." Yohji watched for any sign of the life in the still sleeping brunette. "Damn it! It's not supposed to be like this! We're supposed to live happily ever after! We're supposed to live the rest of our days happily. Wake up for me, KenKen. Tell me to stop smoking. Tell me to stop drinking. Tell me you love me..."
Yohji pulled a chair up beside the hospital bed and laid his head down carefully. "I'll just have to wait for you then."
Each day passed by slowly. Aya and Omi returned to the shop to handle things there. Yohji stayed with Ken every moment he could. The nurses even set up a bed in Ken's room for Yohji to sleep by. Ken improved slowly but surely each day, but did not wake up. They all dreaded he was descending into the darkness of a coma. Until, of course, he woke up on the fourth day.
"Ugh..."
Three heads shot up.
"Where the hell...?"
"Ken-kun!"
"Ken."
"KenKen..."
The brunette stared at the three men in the room. His eyesight had yet to clear, so all he saw was one short and one tall blonde and a red head. Rubbing his eyes with a grunt of pain, he blinked again and looked around the room.
"Um...sorry, but...who are all of you?"
"Amnesia?"
Yohji listened to the conversation but understood nothing of it. He knew about amnesia. He knew sometimes it lasted only days, but he also knew it could last for years.
"Hai. We know he's okay to go home, but...he needs special attention."
"Hn."
Omi nodded. "We will take good care of him."
"It's wonderful that he has such good friends. All we need for you to do is fill out his release papers."
They walked off, leaving Yohji to his thoughts. 'He forgot me...Not only me but everyone else! Even Weiss! Does that mean we don't...that I don't mean anything to him? No. He's ill. He can't help it. But...how could he forget?'
Yohji stood up and shook his head. Such thoughts were better off left alone. All he could do right now was help his Ken as the doctors had said to do. He should be happy, anyway. Ken could come home. They'd be together again even if they barely had a together anymore.
~~~ "Welcome home, Ken-kun!" Omi said as happily as he could at the confused look on Ken's face.
"...Yeah. Home." Ken looked about and recognized nothing. The flowers, the rooms, the people were all a mystery. He could tell that it hurt these three guys, but he couldn't just tell them that he knew them. Ken disliked liars. At least he knew that much.
"Remember anything?" The tall blonde next to him watched him eagerly. Ken recognized sadness in his eyes every time he looked at him. Did Ken do something to him before his accident or something?
"Nothing."
"Oh..." The blonde shook his head and walked in.
"Gomen...uh..." Ken stuttered.
"Yohji. You used to call me Yotan, though." Yohji refused to face him.
Ken sighed and quickly asked directions to his own room and slammed the door. He hated seeing the hurt look in the man's face. The blonde looked...heartbroken, for the lack of a better word. Could they have been something more than friends? Ken shrugged the thoughts away and looked around the room. He ran his hands along his possessions. The black and white ball laying on his floor made him feel warm. Soccer. Yeah, he could remember soccer. He could remember the green field and the sunlight kissing his skin. Setting the ball down, he looked around again and found a picture taken in the flower shop they apparently worked in. They all looked so happy together. Yohji, with one arm slung over a blushing Ken's shoulders, looked so natural there.
//"Yotan!"
"Aw, you're so cute when you blush, Ken."
"Yooohji! Stop it!"//
Ken held his head from the pain. Yes, they had to be something more. Were they...lovers? Ken's head ache pounded through his brain, but he had to know.
The brunette flipped open a photo album and looked through it. Pictures...so many pictures. Yohji looking at him with so much tenderness, Yohji teasing him, Yohji beside him.
//"Yohji..."
"Mm...Ken..."//
Ken held his head again. "I don't want to know anymore!" He threw the pictures to the ground and laid down on his bed. Or did they share that bed? Pulling himself under the covers, Ken buried his head into the pillow and whispered to himself. "I don't know what hurts more. Remembering or knowing I forgot."
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Wee! ^_^; KenKen is okay! Well, I guess he could be better. The road to recovery is hard. *nod nod* Think he'll remember? Think someone else will find him before he does? Oh, and Schwarz will come into the next chapter. What fun. Read and review!! Gotta get my muse moving somehow!
Schuldig Muse: I'm moving, I'm moving. *snore*
Warning: Yaoi
Pairing: YohjixKen
Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss Kreuz and I don't own the song that I based this title off. It's Never Gonna Get Us by Tatu.
Author Note: Don't hate me just yet ^^; I never write sad endings to stories. I just have to make them end happily. As I was writing I realize this chapter gets depressing, but I'll make sure to end it on a happy note. Happier than the LAST chapter ended. *sweat drop* I didn't expect it to span so many chapters. It's probably gonna be more than three now. And I don't know if it will turn lemon. I've never written a lemon and it would probably be bad. I'd likely get my fic kicked of FF.net for doing so too. Grr. I'll just see what the readers say (as in you!) Now, let's see how KenKen is doing.
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Yohji fidgeted nervously in the hospital waiting room. How long had he been there? He could estimate the time on the amount of cigarettes that disappeared from his nearly empty pack. His time spent in the white, sterile room allowed him adequate time to think the day through.
//"...Ken...?"
"Come here, Yohji. Ken...will be okay."
"Ken...?"
"Omi! Call an ambulance!"
"Hai, Aya-kun!"
"...Ken..."//
'I must be cursed.' He thought bitterly, breaking away from his tormenting memories. 'If I hadn't brought Ken with me...if I hadn't left...' Yohji shook his head and resumed his pacing.
"Yohji-kun!" The usually genki teen walked up to him slowly with puffy eyes to hint at his crying earlier. "The doctor!"
The blonde playboy looked towards the door to see a middle-aged man smiling kindly towards the three anxious boys. "You're waiting for news of Hidaka Ken, ne?"
Yohji could only nod. "How..." He found himself choking on his usually smooth words. "How is he?"
Looking down at the chart in his hands, the doctor scanned the scribbled words. "It wasn't as bad as we thought, really. Hidaka-san is very lucky. Although...he hit his head rather hard. We don't know if this will cause any long term damage. We can only wait until he wakes up."
"He's out of surgery?" Omi, along with Yohji and even Aya, looked hopeful.
"Yes." The doctor smiled. "Go right ahead, but do be careful around him." Three boys rushed through the hospital after thanking the doctor sincerely. Pausing in front of a closed door in the intensive care unit, they pushed it open quietly. Lying upon the bed in the white washed room laid a very passive Ken. Numerous bruises covered his features along with multiple bandages, but he looked only to be sleeping peacefully. Machines that beeped and booped and made all sorts of sounds surrounded the bed. Were they helping him live or were they taunting those without a mechanical life?
Aya looked away from Ken, bitterly reminded of his dear sister. His eyes landed on Yohji who stood beside him, and he understood what must have happened earlier that day. Love ran deep in jade green eyes for the boy lying on cotton sheets.
"Omi...want a soda?"
"Hai, Aya-kun! Arigatou!" Omi, encouraged by the fact that Ken seemed better than they thought, bounded off behind the red-head.
When the door closed, Yohji took a deep breath and approached the bed. "Hey KenKen. You were only away from me for a few hours, but I already missed you." He smiled lightly and brushed a few pieces of hair across a tanned forehead. "Did you see how Aya didn't yell at us for skipping out on work? Aren't we lucky? We're in for it when you get better though. He'll make us work double shifts, I bet. Ken...you should get better soon, right? What will we tell the kids on Saturday when you're supposed to teach them soccer? Who's gonna carry the heavy pots around the shop? Don't start being lazy like me...Ken." Yohji watched for any sign of the life in the still sleeping brunette. "Damn it! It's not supposed to be like this! We're supposed to live happily ever after! We're supposed to live the rest of our days happily. Wake up for me, KenKen. Tell me to stop smoking. Tell me to stop drinking. Tell me you love me..."
Yohji pulled a chair up beside the hospital bed and laid his head down carefully. "I'll just have to wait for you then."
Each day passed by slowly. Aya and Omi returned to the shop to handle things there. Yohji stayed with Ken every moment he could. The nurses even set up a bed in Ken's room for Yohji to sleep by. Ken improved slowly but surely each day, but did not wake up. They all dreaded he was descending into the darkness of a coma. Until, of course, he woke up on the fourth day.
"Ugh..."
Three heads shot up.
"Where the hell...?"
"Ken-kun!"
"Ken."
"KenKen..."
The brunette stared at the three men in the room. His eyesight had yet to clear, so all he saw was one short and one tall blonde and a red head. Rubbing his eyes with a grunt of pain, he blinked again and looked around the room.
"Um...sorry, but...who are all of you?"
"Amnesia?"
Yohji listened to the conversation but understood nothing of it. He knew about amnesia. He knew sometimes it lasted only days, but he also knew it could last for years.
"Hai. We know he's okay to go home, but...he needs special attention."
"Hn."
Omi nodded. "We will take good care of him."
"It's wonderful that he has such good friends. All we need for you to do is fill out his release papers."
They walked off, leaving Yohji to his thoughts. 'He forgot me...Not only me but everyone else! Even Weiss! Does that mean we don't...that I don't mean anything to him? No. He's ill. He can't help it. But...how could he forget?'
Yohji stood up and shook his head. Such thoughts were better off left alone. All he could do right now was help his Ken as the doctors had said to do. He should be happy, anyway. Ken could come home. They'd be together again even if they barely had a together anymore.
~~~ "Welcome home, Ken-kun!" Omi said as happily as he could at the confused look on Ken's face.
"...Yeah. Home." Ken looked about and recognized nothing. The flowers, the rooms, the people were all a mystery. He could tell that it hurt these three guys, but he couldn't just tell them that he knew them. Ken disliked liars. At least he knew that much.
"Remember anything?" The tall blonde next to him watched him eagerly. Ken recognized sadness in his eyes every time he looked at him. Did Ken do something to him before his accident or something?
"Nothing."
"Oh..." The blonde shook his head and walked in.
"Gomen...uh..." Ken stuttered.
"Yohji. You used to call me Yotan, though." Yohji refused to face him.
Ken sighed and quickly asked directions to his own room and slammed the door. He hated seeing the hurt look in the man's face. The blonde looked...heartbroken, for the lack of a better word. Could they have been something more than friends? Ken shrugged the thoughts away and looked around the room. He ran his hands along his possessions. The black and white ball laying on his floor made him feel warm. Soccer. Yeah, he could remember soccer. He could remember the green field and the sunlight kissing his skin. Setting the ball down, he looked around again and found a picture taken in the flower shop they apparently worked in. They all looked so happy together. Yohji, with one arm slung over a blushing Ken's shoulders, looked so natural there.
//"Yotan!"
"Aw, you're so cute when you blush, Ken."
"Yooohji! Stop it!"//
Ken held his head from the pain. Yes, they had to be something more. Were they...lovers? Ken's head ache pounded through his brain, but he had to know.
The brunette flipped open a photo album and looked through it. Pictures...so many pictures. Yohji looking at him with so much tenderness, Yohji teasing him, Yohji beside him.
//"Yohji..."
"Mm...Ken..."//
Ken held his head again. "I don't want to know anymore!" He threw the pictures to the ground and laid down on his bed. Or did they share that bed? Pulling himself under the covers, Ken buried his head into the pillow and whispered to himself. "I don't know what hurts more. Remembering or knowing I forgot."
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Wee! ^_^; KenKen is okay! Well, I guess he could be better. The road to recovery is hard. *nod nod* Think he'll remember? Think someone else will find him before he does? Oh, and Schwarz will come into the next chapter. What fun. Read and review!! Gotta get my muse moving somehow!
Schuldig Muse: I'm moving, I'm moving. *snore*
