| Author's blah blah blah: Hi again, minna! Thank you for your reviews, it always helps to improve! ^__^ Well... about the fic, I have a little problem. ^^U At first I thought the story as a big Youji POV, but it just happened that I started to think there are going to be things that should be better seen by Ken's POV. So, this fic will be a little misc of Youji and Ken's POV. Hope I don't do a big mess here and you can understand. Please feel free to tell me if you understand me or not, I'm Spanish and I don't usually speak English, so I know I can make a lot of mistakes here... -__-U Gomen nasai for this! SILENCE Chapter 2 by Gara I didn't expected Youji to be such a... good friend. He was always a big pain in the ass, with that teasing smile, his double-meaning words, and his attempts to make Omi and me uncomfortable. Of course I knew he was always joking, that he talked to much and bothered us just to play and have fun. Sometimes I found myself enjoying the big mouthed Youji even if I was as red as tomato. It didn't matter; when you see that special glint on his eyes, that sudden spark of light and that flashed smile, you kwow what is comming next will be amusing, at the very least. That what is comming next will be simply Youji. That was why I had never wondered what was behind the playboy and joker facade; I was never interested in. All I knew was Youji was funny, talked too much, joked too much and that you hardly ever got bored when you were with him. That was the Youji I knew and the Youji I learned to apreciate, the Youji that was my companion and my friend. And that was also the Youji that surprised me with a new face. It was new to me and I was truly happy to see Youji could be so gentle and so close without losing his funny self. And evermore after our little talk at Yuriko's. He came to me and told me just the things I didn't want to hear. He had been rough, he did it on purpose and I knew it all, but I didn't want to accept the fact that he kwew perfectly what he was saying about Yuriko, about me and my desire to leave Weiß. It was impossible, I knew it, but I was through a bad moment and I wanted to believe I could go through all of this, I could leave it all back and start a new life far from suffering and death. Far from myself. Yes, I wanted a dream. Well, I'm Hidaka Ken, after all. Aya is the quiet, Omi the inteligent and Youji the ironic. I am the believer. And when you told a believer that he can't fullfill his dreams, the believer got angry and, if the believer has a hot-tempered character, he can talk too much and say too much, and run away. Just like I did. I hated Youji at that moment, when he told me what he told me. I could have fell upon him and hit him hard, withouth thinking twice; I could have hurt him badly, I wasn't myself very much then. Luckily I didn't do it. Althought I couldn't say if Youji would had blamed me, after what happened that morning on the Koneko. I returned home after a long night of thinking alone with no results, after I had gone to the airport to say farewell to Yuriko and my dreams without seen her. After all that, I returned home very tired of myself. I felt like shit: I was nothing, I had nothing. I didn't deserve nothing. And I... I found Youji working. No, not working. He was doing my work. He looked very tired, yes, but he, the Lazy of the Laziest, was doing my work at half past seven in the morning, with his inseparable glasses and the ever-present cigarette on his mouth. He even greeted me when I returned home, no sign of being mad at me on his gaze. What I found on his green eyes was concern about me and my state. It could had surprised me if Youji had not started with the hose trick. That was a great gesture from Youji. It meant a lot for me. I had discovered myself completely lost after Kaze's death. I had killed him and I felt guilty. But I also felt angry against myself for feeling this way, because a ugly part of me couldn't forget Kaze betrayed me and even thought that he deserved this. I had discovered the man that had been my best friend all life has disposed my fall, my death and, after meeting him again, had used me to regain power. My friend betrayed me. And I, that proclamed to be his friend, killed him. So, I had started to wonder if friendship, one of the basis of my life, really existed and what was its meaning. And then Youji and his hose entered the room showing me that friendship already existed and it could make the most lazy of your companions to get up early, aim at you with a hose and make you laugh. Even if the previous day you had shouted that companion and told him awful things. Youji and his joke showed me that I had friends still. Youji and his joke helped me to find me again. God, it was so funny... It was just great. I needed to forget, I needed to laugh a lot and Youji gave me the chance, and even joined me as well, when I stole the hose from his grip. To see the playboy completely soaked was worth everything, even if that 'everything' meant I would be lectured by Aya or I would be working on the shop all day without have slept the night next to a mission. It didn't matter. After almost a week I was feeling like myself again. I could start to believe again. "It had been a productive day" I heard Aya was saying, behind the counter. When I looked at him I said Omi counting the money we earned that day. It was... considerable. I could see why Aya was so satisfied. "Ne, Youji-kun, do you see what happen when you work hard?" said Omi with an amused tone. The kid and me hadn't stopped to joke about the amazing sight of a working Youji. "Of course I see, chibi. If I work hard I would end so damn tired I couldn't hardly open my eyes" answered Youji. "How interesting." His smile was ironic. "Why are you complaining, Youji-kun?" asked Omi. "You slept more than Ken-kun today and he looks fine." "I want to remind you that I took all the flowerpots out from the store this morning" said him. "And I watered them, as well." "Think it this way. You just did some exercise to keep the shape..." I said. "I'm used to another kind of exercise to keep my shape, Kenken" he said running a hand through his blonde hair and blinking at me. I feel my cheeks going red as the implications of Youji's words reached my mind. Youji smiled, as he always did when he saw me blush. "But it's over for today. I will have dinner and I'm going to bed. I will sleep until tomorow night, thank you very much." "You will work tomorow morning" said Aya inmediatly. "Aya, I always respect you as a companion, sometimes as a boss and even as a leader. You are intelligent and wise. So please, keep in mind that I'm dangerous on a sleepy mode" said Youji, and he seemed to say it completely serious. Aya arched an eyebrown and Omi and me started to laugh. "What are we having for dinner, guys?" asked Youji before Aya could answer anything. He got up from the chair where he had been resting and walked towards the apartment. One by one, we followed him, only to discover Aya was planning to go to out, and he didn't give us much time to complain before he took his jacket and left the house. We didn't usually have the chance to dinner together, the four of us. Aya and his misterious walks, Youji and his parties, Omi and his homework and I... well, doing wathever I managed to imagine. This time the only one that didn't eat was Aya, because Youji was so tired he was going to stay at home. It was a extrange thing, so we had to celebrate someway. "We can call for dinner" I suggested quickly. "Good idea. You can call for dinner and you can go for it too, Ken" said Youji, suppresing a yawn. "Youji, it's suposed you call for dinner because you don't want to go for it" I lectured it. "You owe me this..." he said, poiting at me with one of his long fingers. "What?!" I asked. "I did your job this morning, Hidaka! The less you could do is..." but his words were cutting up by Omi. "It will be faster, Ken-kun" the kid said. "We can call the restaurant and go for the meal while they are still cooking, so it will be ready for us when we arrive at the restaurant! Besides, we need to go out from here. We have been under a roof all day!" remembered Omi, and that was right. We have been on the shop all day. "But we can wait for the meal here, sitting comfortably..." I said, but my voice was weak, I could ever hear it myself. Omi looked at me with bright eyes, so I couldn't say no. "Oh, that's right. Let's go" I said finally. Omi clapped his hands together with a little smile on his lips. "Aya must have taken his car, so we have to use yours" I said, looking at Youji. He was staring at me at this moment, and his green eyes opened when he heard my words. "Sure you don't" he quickly answered, looking at me with a serious glare. "I am not going to leave my baby to any of you..." "Leave?" I asked, puzzled. "Why do you say it? And why do you say you? I said we" I pointed the three of us, making clear that I was talking of going together. "I trust you so much I will let you go for dinner alone. I give you permission" Youji ended on a casual tone, waving a hand towards us. "Thank you, Your Highness" I said, a ironic smile on my lips and crossing my arms on my chest. Omi suppresed a giggle. "You are always welcome, Kenken" said Youji. He patted my head twice, smiled at me warmly and headed for the kitchen. "I will be a good boy, don't worry. I will set the table and wait for you!" he shouted without turning back. "Yeah, he will wait for us laying comfortably on the sofa" I snorted. How could he be so lazy? And why had he had to say always the last word? Why couldn't I be angry against him when he does that things? Maybe it was the smile... "Youji no Baka..." "Ne, Ken-kun" Omi little voice took me to reality again. "We can have our revenge." "Nani?" "You know, Youji-kun have given us permission to bring food at home. But he forgot to tell us what type of food he wanted" said my young friend with a evil grin on his face. "Do you follow me?" Oh, yes, I followed him. I'm not that short. Clumsy, yeah, but not stupid. Just right then my smile could be the perfect reflecion of Omi's one. "If I'm not wrong I think I remember that Youji-kun didn't appreciate too much Greek food, ne?" said my companion. I only nodded in response, it was true. I just laught in anticipation while I saw Omi taking the phone and calling. It would be funny. That morning Youji had shown me his special version of revenge. It was my turn. My friend asked for the food with a cheerful tone and, when he was finished, we went out. We took my bike and ride fast through the city to the Greek Restaurant we knew. We hardly ever went or use it because Youji didn't like the food there. He said that it was not enoug spicy. I found it pretty good, but since one of us didn't appreciate it, we almost forget it. Besides, Greek food is not cheap. But it was worth to see Youji face. "Mission: complete" said Omi when we arrived home. I laughed as I stopped the engine of the motorbike and my friend and me went to the house. It had taken almost an hour to get the food, but we had it at least on Omi's hands. We went to the kitchen quiclky, we were eager to found Youji and told him we had brought Greek food to dinner. Not that we hadn't bought him something to eat, but it was a fact we were going to hide from him to the end of our little revenge. To our dissapointment, Youji wasn't on the kitchen. "We miss our target, Bombay" I said. Omi smiled. "And it seems the target forgot his duty" comented him, as he pointed the plain table that was not set. "Would you care to go for him while I prepare everything, Ken-kun?" The kid leave the food on a work top and started to look for plates and everything. "Of course not" I answered quickly. I headed for the living room because I was sure Youji would be there, watching television. And it could be an interesting program if he wanted us to forget that he had not set the table, as he said. Although, I thought while I felt my cheeks reddening, if you consider what kind of things were interesting to Youji, I was not very sure of what I would found on the living room. The last thing I expected was an asleep Youji. He was totally strectched on the couch, a half-smoked cigarrette plastered to the ashtray that was resting on his stomach, which was almost full. The old Youji had taken advantage of being alone to smoke at home. Aya would be mad at him, you could smell the smoke at miles. If there were another circumstances, I could have thought Youji was worried for something, because he only chain-smoke like that when something is bothering him. But this time I was sure that smoking was a tactic to combat tiredness, why could he be worried about? He had been pretty good all day. So, it seemed Youji hadn't been able to fight the weariness even trying to smoke or watch TV, which was on. Did he actually feel so tired? It seemed to, at least. He was sleeping deeply, he didn't notice me when I took the astray from him and placed it over the table. His breath came regular and quietly, a little smile on his lips, as he was just happy to be sleeping at least. His face was lightly turned to one side, his blond hair covered it a little. I couldn't help but to take a strand of blonde hair and took it off from his face; when I touched it I felt like silk, it was very soft. I smiled. He looked so peaceful, so quiet... He almost looked cute! I had to supress a chuckle. It was amazing that the man who was sleeping in front of me was the very same Youji I knew. The teaser, the joker, the big mouthed Yotan. And now he was hidden under the peaceful face of sleep. "Youji" I called him. I could smell the food from the living room. I was hungry, and I was sure Youji did as well. "Oi, Youji" I said, shaking him a little. He sighed at my touch. "C'mon, man, it's time to dinner..." I told him softly. "Yotan? Wake up!" I said, this time my voice was higher while I shook him. A pair of green eyes opened and blinked twice, still unfocused. It never cease to wonder me how green his eyes were, and how bright they could be. Youji looked confused at me, at the TV and the rest of the room and then, suddenly, he sit on the couch focusing his eyes on me. "Ken! W-What are... " he started to ask, his green eyes on mine. I see something on them, but I couldn't recognize what it was exactly. "What are you doing in my room?" I couldn't help starting to laugh. In his room? How much time had he been sleeping? "You are in the living room, Yotan" I said to him when I could calm down. He was still staring at me in a extrange way. Probably we was a little hurt by my laugh. "Sorry, you looked to funny." "You laughed of me" he said. "Yes, I did. And I said I was sorry... Should I go for the hose to get my punishment?" This time was his turn to laugh. Someway I felt just great for making him laugh. He was usually the one that made us laugh, it was a good thing to turn it someday. I liked the sound of Youji's laughter, was clear and joyful. "C'mon, Yotan... Dinner is ready" I said, pointing to the kitchen with my head. He looked briefly there, but shook his head in denial. "I'm more tired than hungry, Kenken" he confesed with a yawn. Yes, he looked pretty tired; it had been such a good day for me that I didn't feel the tiredness at all, but could understand my friend. "I'm thankful Omi and you had gone for meal, but I'm going to bed..." I thought of our little revenge, the Greek food and all of this. It could had been funny, but... He seemed to be so tired... And the fact that him, Youji, the one that always went to bed not before three o'clock in the night was saying he was going to bed at ten could gave the right idea of how much tired he was. "It's okay, Youji" I nodded. "Sure?" "Yeah. You did my work, I can't complain." "Oh, yes, I almost forgot. You owe me that." "Consider yourself paid." "Ok. Say Omittchi good-night from me, would you?" he asked me. I nodded and he smiled at me warmly, looking to my eyes. There were so damn green... "Good night, Youji" I said, feeling a little uncomfortable all by sudden. "Good night, Ken." He went upstarirs and I returned to the kitchen to say Omi our mission had failed, but then I heard Youji's voice. He had paused in the middle of the stairs and was looking at me. "Oi, Ken" he called me. "Yes?" "Even if it sounds selfish..." he started to say, looking someway unease. It was strange on him. "I'm happy you didn't go to Australia" he said. I looked at him amazed, but he continued talking. "We all could have missed you very much if you did, Kenken." And he smiled. A tired but true and bright smile, one on a million. I could see in his eyes he was half-sleep, so maybe it was the reason why he told me that, but... I didn't care. I smiled back at him, even if he didn't see me because he had starting to climb the stairs again. Probably he would never know how much I appreciate that sleepy confession from him, because if they could have missed me that meant I was not alone, I was needed somewhere. That they cared for me almost as much as I cared for them. That he cared for me, that he was my friend. And now I wasn't starting to believe. I was actually believing. TBC? * * * * Author's again, yeah: Well, thank you all, minna! Your reviews helped me to write this so quick! I wrote it in two days, what do you think of? R/R? |
