Author's speech (yeah, sure): Here we go
again! Happy New Year to everybody! Please forgive me, I'm late as
always... I hope you like this chapter, at least. I've tried my best,
but it was a little difficult. It seems I find it easier when I write
with Youji POV. I don't know if it makes much sense... :( For this
chapter... Well, I took some of the script from Chapter 9 of the series,
sure you will see it. :P But I gave them my very own view. Let's see if
you like it! ;)
SILENCE
Chapter 4 by Gara
Schreient.
By then, all I was able to think about was them. They had called
themselves Schreient, they had fought against us and they had
nearly won. Not a total victory, that was, because we managed to destroy
the place, but they made us almost flee. The blonde marked me. My arm
was cut. Not to the bone as I had joked to Omi when he was taking care
of me (my style, I said), but enough to hurt a lot and to make me think
on revenge. My hot-temper and me. It was also my style.
So, when Aya said our mission was not finished yet because the target
was still alive, I could have kissed our red-headed leader.
Luckily I'm not hot-headed enough to wish a quick and painful death, so
I didn't dare to do it. Youji surprised me when he told us he was going
with us too, but, on a second thought it was pretty logical. You could
find Kudou Youji near any beautiful woman, and those Schreient
were, althought it was in a... weird way. So, he would be with us. Nor
that it bothered me. I was truly happy, really. After the 'hose
incident' (as we both refered to) I found myself enjoying Youji's
presence very much; I had found on him a very good friend and companion.
I had discovered I could understand him pretty well, his sense of humour
(as good as he had always understood mine, all of ours) and even
overtake his actions. I was able to predict when he was going to make
the joke. Or at least I could predict it better than I did before, part
of Youji's self was he was utterly umpredictable, as well Omi was
cheerful and Aya quiet.
"What are you going to do, Youji-kun?" Omi was asking. Before that Yohji
had told him to finish looking for my wound and, after he ended, using
the net to find a trace of our enemies. By the face Youji put at Omi's
question, I knew perfectly it would be another 'beware-here-he-go'
moments.
"I'm gonna sleep, of course" he said, I liked the way his eyes shone on
that moment. Pure mischiev on his gaze. "I cannot offer those ladies a
restless face..." I had to repress a chuckle at the feigned inocence on
Youji's tone. I knew he was going to say something like that.
"Oi! What are you saying? Is it good for my face to look bad?"
asked Omi, and I had to control myself not to laugh openly. Youji didn't
answer and went upstairs, followed by a tired Aya. "Oi! Youji-kun!
Aya-kun! Ooooi!" He turned to me. "It's not fair!" He protested.
"I don't want a tired face, either" I told him, in a gesture of
solidarity. He frowned.
"Don't laugh at me."
"I don't... Ittai!" I cried, when Omi worked again on my arm. "Omi-kun!
It hurts!"
"I know" he said.
"You know Youji didn't say it just to annoy you... It was a joke..." I
tried to apologize for Youji, althought I didn't know very well why.
Old Youji, always with the joke ready. I didn't understand completely
where did he hide the source of those jokes, they seemed endless.
Everything you told him, he could make a joke from it, no matter the
subject. He always added that smile of his and the amusing bright on his
green eyes that gave the moment that perfect end. Youji used his jokes
for many reasons. His past as detective made him a very receptive person,
although he seemed tired, lost or both, he hardly ever let pass a clue
of the things that were happening around him; he was always observing
through his glasses. His green eyes were receptive. So, he knew
perfectly when to use his jokes to break the silence, tension or simply
to make you laugh, specially when you are through a bad moment; for his
friends he always seemed to be in a good day. Youji could surprise you a
lot, you could think he is a brainless person, only centered on himself,
but I learnt he was not. He was more deeper, more caring, more... Just
more. I had learnt it. I learnt to apreciate it.
"It's the way Youji is" I ended with a smile, feeling warm inside, the
pain on my arm almost forgotten at the mere thought of... I shook my
head and Omi answered me.
"I know, Ken-kun" Omi repeated. He had started to dress my arm. "I'm not
mad at him. It was the hole mission. I thougth it was over."
"Our enemies scaped, Omi-kun" I pointed. "They could start to do it
again..."
"Yes, I know. I understand. But it seems we are going behind them for
personal reason, not only for the right..."
"Personal reasons?" I asked.
"You said you wanted to thank her for your wound, Ken-kun" Omi
accused me. I feel my cheeks reddended with shame. I knew my reasons
weren't right, but... that was the way I felt. The way I was. "I feel
Aya-kun has his own motivations, too..." said Omi. I had felt that too,
but Aya was so isolated I didn't dare to ask. "And Youji-kun... Well.
This mission implicates some beautiful women above eighteen, so..."
"Yeah. So." My smile reflected Omi's perfectly. That was the way Youji
was, too.
"And for me, I don't know. I don't want more experiments with innocent
people. But on the other hand... I feel..." Omi was saying. I looked at
him, waiting. "They ruined everything."
"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled. I didn't understand him.
"You know..." he said, in a low voice after a deep sigh. "It's Saturday
night."
It was Saturday night. The night Youji had promised him we were going to
watch the film Omi had chosen, whatever it was, we were going to sit
down and enjoy ourselves, we were going to spend the night together. I
knew my friend was waiting for it as much as I do, the only thought of
repeat Thursday's evening make me smile. I had enjoyed that evening a
lot, it had been very funny, even if I nearly pushed Youji down the
stairs in one of my moments of pure clumsiness. And, if it was kind of...
important for me, I knew it was even more important for Omi, because
Youji's promise meant we were going to spend the night as close as a
family as we could. After Shota-kun's mission, it seemed Omi needed a
family more than ever, and he looked at us as the family he didn't
remember.
We didn't exactly know what Omi found about himself after Shota-kun's
mission, at least I didn't know exactly. It was Youji who took
the kid home when he broke up at Shota-kun's house, it was Youji who
spoke with the child's parents and tried to know what had happened to
our friend, why he had broke that way. Nor that I couldn't do it, it was
Youji because he is... well, more adult to the eyes of the other,
it was less suspicious and, besides, Youji was a detective. Finding
things is like a second nature for him. I didn't know what Youji found,
because he didn't want to tell me, even if we were... even if I
considered... Hell, yes. Even if I considered him my best friend. We
were very close lately. He said it was Omi-kun's to tell us, not him.
And, it might sound strange, but I found that gesture, that total
loyalty, very nice from him, even if it meant I wouldn't know what was
happening. It didn't matter. I found it nice and I apreciated it,
because it meant too... Well. This way he showed me, maybe without
knowing it, that he hadn't told anyone about our little fight at
Yuriko's or my desire to leave Weiß to go to Australia. It meant
so much for me it would be our little secret.
The only thing Youji allowed himself to tell me was it was related to
Omi's past, and the only thing I knew about Omi-kun's past was the kid
didn't remember any of his relatives. Could Omi had remembered something
about? I was curious, true, but I didn't ask because Youji was right. It
was Omi who should decide to tell us or not. It was him who should
decide if he wanted to keep it secret or not. Everyone have our little
secrets, and Omi is no different from any of us. Anyway, the only change
I apreciated on Omi after the mission was he was someway more attached
to us, looking for the care of a family... That was why he was upset
when he found we were going to see a film without him, and why he was so
happy when Youji promised him we were going to repeat it. Youji knew
perfectly what he was doing when he promised. Another nice gesture from
Yotan. It was like having a family...
... and Schreient had ruined it. Then I understood.
"We can wake up Youji, sure he would understand..." I said quickly. I
was nearly on my feet when Omi put a hand on my arm.
"No, Ken-kun. It's all right" he said, shaking his head. "Youji-kun is
right, you know. We must look for those ladies and finish the mission.
Mission goes first."
"Demo..."
"It's the right thing" Omi said. He went up with a sight and headed for
the kitchen, but he stopped dead in the middle of the room. "Ne,
Ken-kun..." he started. I looked at him. "Do you think..." he asked, and
I saw a spark of hope on his blue gaze. "Do you think we can make Youji-kun
stay at home another Saturday night?" I gave a broad smile to him while
I nodded, absolutly sure. I had no doubt about it, I knew Youji would
understand. "Really?"
"Aa. I'm sure of it, Omi-kun." My friend smiled warmly at me. "I'm
sure."
"That will be great."
"Yes, it will be" I nodded again. "I think I'm going to sleep, Omi."
"Fine, Ken-kun. I'm gonna eat something before... Oyasumi nasai."
"Oyasumi."
With this I walked to the stairs and climbed it, directly to my room. I
considered to take a shower for a moment, but I suddenly felt so tired
that my only wish was liying on my bed and sleeping the rest of the
night. And it seemed that was what I did, because next thing I remember
was the daylight was fighting its way through my window to hit me on the
face. It seemed to be a clear morning, and it also seemed I overslept,
as I confirmed when I watched my alarm clock. Half past eight in the
morning.
Late. I was going late at work!
Aya was going to kill me.
I got up in a record time and took some clothes to put on, regreting all
the time I didn't take that shower before going to sleep. I had not time
to in that moment. I rushed out from my bedroom and ran to the
stairs, it was a miracle I didn't end dead at the bottom, considering
the fact I strumbled six or seven times while I was trying to put my
shoes on. No time to congratulate myself, I should reach the shop as
quickly as I could, so I headed to the kitchen, where the back door to
the shop connected to our house. And there I found Omi, sitting on a
chair and eating some cereals while reading a newspaper. My friend
lifted his head and looked at me.
"K-Konnichi wa" I said panting and a little confused. I looked at
all sides, trying to figure where Aya and his katana were, ready to
smash me. But he didn't appear. Of course, he would be on the shop by
then. "Gomen, Omi-kun, I know I'm late... I'm going to the shop
right now, I would apologize to Aya, I didn't hear the alarm, I..."
"It's closed, Ken-kun" said Omi, with a little smile.
"Nani?!" I asked, eyes all wide. "What do you mean with 'closed'?"
"Just that, it's closed" Omi was laughing quietly by then. I must look
kind of funny. "Well, in fact Momoe-san is doing some work, but we don't
have to. Aya decided we should rest from yesterday's mission and prepare
for the next" Omi informed me. "So don't worry, Ken-kun."
"... yokatta..." With that I literally let myself fall in a chair
next to me, head resting on the table as it was a pillow and my arms
dead both at my sides. I sighed deeply. "... thought I was going to die..."
Omi started to laugh openly and I lifted my head from the table,
frowning. "Oi! Don't laugh at me! I had dresssed myself and run
from my room in a record time, I didn't fall on the stairs, I..."
"Gomen, Ken-kun. Maybe I should woke up and told you, but I
thought it was better for you to rest and discover by yourself."
"I felt guilty when I watch the clock, I can tell you" I told him,
straightening on my chair. "How can Youji act normal when he oversleep?
I can't!" I asked.
"I can't, either."
"It must be he is lazy" I said, and Omi smiled. "Does he know we don't
have to work today?" I asked.
"I think not, because he is still sleeping, as always" answered Omi.
"Really?"
"I have not seen him this morning" he assured me.
"I think I'm going to wake him..." I told him, with a broad smile on my
face as I got up and went outside the kitchen.
Truth to be told, my last idea was waking him just to tell him we didn't
have to work. My plan was very different. I would wake him and yell him
he was going late at work, only to see his face when I told him it was a
joke. The risk was he could kill me, yes, but it didn't matter. It will
be very, very funny. To mock him insteand him mocking us, for a change.
That was my line of thoughts while I climbed the stairs and headed for
his room, a little smile dancing on my face. I couldn't help but trying
to imagine what would Youji tell me, and what would be his excuse to
return back to sleep. Meanwhile, I reached Youji's bedroom, and I
knocked at the door, first time weakly.
"Youji?" I asked, trying to sound unsure. It was very hard, because the
only thing I wanted right there was to laugh. "Ne, Youji-kun?" I
knocked again, this time more seriously, because he hadn't answered me.
"Wake up, Yohji!!" I cried.
No sound, no answer. I coud had bet he had turned around and had let
himself sleep again, even if he had heard me. But I was not going to
surrender.
"It's over, Youji!" I cried, the smile openly on my lips. I could
imagine him perfectly, trying to cover his ears with the pillow. "Eleven
o'clock in the morning! It's late even for you!" I cried. What a big
liar I was. No answer, no sound. He was getting hard to convince. "Do
you want me to pick Aya?" I menaced.
Man, if someone told me Aya was going to wake me, I would literally
run to the shop, even in my pyjamas. Truly. But the menace was not
enough to Youji, it seemed.
"Oi! Yo-tan! C'mon, wake up! You're late. Aya is going to gently
introduce you his katana..." There were no answer, again. I smiled.
"Okay, you asked for it. I'm going to enter and take you to the shop,
even if you're dressed or not, so... Here I go, Yot-"
I opened the door expecting to be the one to surprise him. But it was
quite the opposite.
"Youji?" I asked.
The room was empty. And tidy. Things perfectly done out, bed done as if
nobody had slept in that day. If it had been Aya's room, it would have
been absolutely normal. But it was Youji's. Nearly nine o'clock in the
morning and Kudou Youji wasn't on his bedroom. When my eyes found his
celular phone right over his night bed table, I stepped in. It was the
only thing that remained from him, plus his scent floating on the air. I
took the phone in one hand.
"I thought he said..." I whispered to myself, watching the room again
and placing the phone where I found it.
Almost nine o'clock in the morning...
I didn't understand, and I still didn't as I retreat to the kitchen,
where Omi was. Nine o'clock in the morning and Youji wasn't at home? Why?
Where could he be?
"Did you wake him up? What did he tell you? I didn't hear any scream..."
asked Omi. I sit in front of him and denied with a gesture. "Ken-kun?"
"He wasn't there" I informed him. Omi looked at me, amazed.
"Hontou?" he asked, puzzled. I nodded. "Demo... I woke up at
seven to do some work on the net. I've already seen Aya-kun leaving home,
but I've not seen Youji-kun..."
"Are you telling me that Youji had woken up before seven?" I asked my
friend with incredulity. He shrugged.
"I don't know Ken-kun. I only told you I had not seen him this morning...
Maybe he hadn't sleep here at all..."
"We both saw him going to bed" I remembered.
"Well, you're right. And I was awake for two more hours after you went
to sleep, doing some research. Youji didn't appear" said Omi.
I couldn't remember the day Youji had woken up before any of us, or,
more exactly, Youji had woken before any of us without menacing,
screaming, cursing and complaing. He didn't wake up early on purpose,
never, not conciously, as far as I knew. Why could had him done such
thing today? Why he had left his celular phone behind? Didn't he want to
be found or he was in a hurry? Why could he be in a hurry? Would he...
... He would be fine, right?
"Ken-kun?" Omi voice reached my ears and I looked at him. I had been
thinking about Youji's odd behaviour and staring directly at my hands, I
had forgotten the rest. "Daijobu ka?" I shook my head.
Youji was going to be all right.
"Aa, Omi-kun. I'm fine" I smiled at my friend.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah. I was only thinking it's weird Youji had woken up before me...
I'm ashamed. I woke up after him... The Lazy of the Laziest." Omi
giggled.
"You're right, Ken-kun! You should improve next time!" he said with a
bright smile.
"I must train hard" I said.
"Then, I leave you alone for that." Omi went on his feet, newspaper in
hand. "I had some research to do. I think I'm close, but I need more
time..."
"Did you found something about Schreient?" I asked.
"Maybe" he said. "I'm not sure right now, but I'm eager to discover it"
he said. He was clever. If someone could find something about our
current enemy was him.
"Good luck" I told him, and he smiled at me before going out the room,
leaving me alone.
Truth was, I wasn't ashamed at all. I was worried. Where could Youji be?
It was so strange from him, to behave this way. Youji was out almost all
nights, right, but he always told us where he was going, or at least why
he was going. A party, a date, or both. But we always knew, and we could
always contact with him, he always took his celular. This time I didn't
have a clue and I couldn't call him, and the fact he hadn't told us was
what worried me the most. Could have had a problem? Could someone had
called him in the middle of the night for help? Where could he be?
Would he be all right?
"Of course he would, don't be stupid, Hidaka" I told myself. "He is
Youji, after all. He can manage."
Yes, he can. He was going to be quite fine.
I went on my feet, it had no point of thinking of it. And the best thing
for it was keeping the mind busy with some exercises. I had already
decided I was going to go out for some jogging and, after that, I was
going to do some push-ups and stuff. As I told Omi, I was going to train.
If I remember correctly, Omi told me Aya had said we should prepare
ourselves for our next mission. I was going to do so. I had a cut to
thank to a certaing blonde. Last time she had caught me off of balance,
next time would be different. But, for that, I should start training
right then.
I was already dressed to run so, after taking a brief breakfast and
saying Omi where I was going, I went out and started running for more
than an hour, as I usually did every morning. I took the same path, too,
although I tried to be as far as schools as I could. For a day, I hadn't
to stand those girls in the shop, I didn't want to meet them, because if
I did, I should manage them without help. My friends weren't there to
help me and give me a hand, and I was as clumsy with girls as I was on
the rest of my life. I needed a hand, and I had not the cheerful Omi
near ('can I help you, miss?'), nor the grumpy Aya ('If you're
not going to buy anything, then leave'), nor the charming Youji ('no
flower can compete with your beauty').
Youji...
When I returned he wasn't at home yet. His bedroom was as empty as
before, as I could verify when I was walking towards mine. Everything
was on his right place and he was still nowhere to be found. His scent
was everywhere inside. A strange mixture of cigarrettes, alcohol and
something more, deep, unmistakable Youji's. I didn't know why, that
flavour brought to my memory mostly one image: his eyes. Those green
pupils of his.
"He will come and made fun of me for being worried, I'm sure" I said,
comming out from his bedroom with a sigh.
I entered mine, ready to break my body with exercises. Push-ups, weight
training and whatever I managed to imagine. That blonde Schreient wasn't
going to face the same Siberian she met first time, I was going to thank
her for my arm properly. And I trained for it all day, keeping my mind
busy and my body too tired to protest. I only took a break to eat
something for lunch and, after that, I started it over again.
It happened I trained too much, because I fell asleep while I was taking
a little rest after a shower, when I decided I had had enough. I didn't
sleep very much, just the amount of time I needed to recover for the
hard training I had put myself on. And just the amount of time I needed
to get hungry, so I went out and headed quickly for the kitchen.
"Oi! Omi-kun?!" I called him, went downstairs. "I'm going to dinner!
Want some?"
"Iie, Ken-kun! Not now, arigato!" the voice of my companion came to me
from the mission room where he had his computer and stuff.
"Fine!" I answered.
And then the smell of a cigarrette hit me with full force, stronger as I
approached to the kitchen. I had never thought I would be so pleased to
smell Youji's cigarretes. I nearly run to the kitchen to found my tall
friend was sitting on a chair. The ashtray was almost full of cigarrete
ends, and the sight worried me. He only chain-smoked when he was worried.
Then he was smoking absently, he was not paying atention at what he was
doing. I could bet his mind was far away from what he was doing right
then. As far as was his gaze, lost in a place I didn't know. The
expresion on his face was strange to me, a mixture of sadness and
uncertainty. I had never seen him this way, it seemed to be a person
that wasn't sure of what to do or to think, and the Youji I knew was
someone that always knew what he was doing. A new face I didn't know of
him, and this image woke on me the strange thought... need... to tell
him that whatever it happened, he could always count on me, as I knew I
could count on him. The strange need to...
... to...
"Evening, Ken."
I heard his voice. It took me from wherever I was right then and made me
to focus again on him. The mixture of feelings on his look had been
replaced for the same he had always; another mixture of mischievous look
and friendship. The change had been so quick I couldn't say if the
previous sight had been just my imagination. I couldn't say right then,
and I didn't even care. He was smiling and I was...
... just feeling happy to see it at home.
"How about your arm?" he asked, pointing my injured member the bandage
was visible because I was wearign a sleeveless t-shirt. "You dressed
your arm, do you?" he asked before I could answer the previous.
"What?" I said. He took me off of guard.
"It's a mess, Kenken. Let me guess... You took a shower and then you
dressed your arm by yourself" he said. I looked at my own arm and I
understood why he was saying that. I didn't know how it was still in my
arm, it was truly a bad bandage. I felt the heat climbing at my cheeks,
and I frowned.
"Well... Let me tell you it's a bit difficult to dress your arm when
you're alone, Youji" I tried to excuse myself. "Omi-kun was busy and you...
where have you been all day, Youji?" I asked, and I couldn't help the
worry in my voice. His smile fadded a little.
"Here and there, you know."
"You left your phone behind, I thought... I... I was worried."
Sometimes I hate myself. Why is it so easy for me to talk without
thinking much? I shouldn't say that. It was what I felt, right, but I
shouldn't say it, because he looked at me in such a way he made me blush
completely. His gaze was intense, as he was trying to read on me
something I should know and I was missing. It was like he was searching
for something he only knew. It made me uncomfortable in a way, warm in
other. And it made me blush redder, of course.
"Worried? For me?"
"What do you expect, you, baka?!" I said to him, trying hard to break
that look, to break his concentration, to break the feeling that was
growing inside of me... Feeling I didn't recognize as my own. It seemed
I suceed when he chuckled. "You left home, you didn't took your celular
and you didn't tell anyone where you were going. All day!!"
"But what a nice gesture for you, being worried for old Yotan!" he
exclaimed, smiling at me. "You are a nice guy, Kenken, let me tell you.
And I should pay you for that. Let Youji help you with that awful
bandage you wear" he said. "Come on, sit" he ordered, tapping the chair
next to him.
I smiled at the end and obeyed, all because his tone. That was what I
was missing all day, that tone. Or the joke on his eyes, that bright on
his pupils. That smile.
"Youji no baka."
"Yare yare" he said absently, undressing my arm quickly. He looked at my
wound while he was rolling the bandage up to use it again. "Does it hurt
still?" he asked. I shook my head. "It's deep."
"Yeah" was what I managed to say when I felt his long fingers working on
my arm.
He was all concentrated, all serious while he was dressing my arm it
almost made me laugh. But, on the other hand, his concern touched me. I
felt warm very deep inside, I felt in a way I hadn't felt before. I had
always felt quite good with Youji, I mean, he understood me pretty well
and I knew I could trust him. I considered him my friend, but this
feeling was...
I... I didn't know what...
"Youji... where had you been all day?" I needed to say something, to
hear a sound other than our breaths, and I ended asking again the same
question. He thighed the bandage around my wrist, but he corrected
himself quickly.
"I woke up early. Don't ask me why, Kenken, because I don't know. I can
ever imagine what was going throught my head to wake me up before seven.
Can you imagine? I'm going to ruin my reputation..." I laughed at his
joke. "So, I went for a coffee in a place I know. Cheap coffee, good
service. And..." he continued. He was not looking at me, his eyes still
focused on the bandage. But he was telling me and I appreciated that.
"And?"
"Time goes by" he shruggred. "I had a walk, I drunk more coffee... I
don't know. I took the day for myself, I guess. I had an image to erase
from my memory..." he said in a low voice.
"An image? What do you mean?"
"Fighting women, Kenken!" he exclaimed.
"Schreient?!!" I asked, bursting out of laughter.
"Yuck! I would have nightmares the rest of my life, I tell you" he said.
"Who could think of Kudou Youji being scared of women?"
"I said fighting women, Ken-kun, you didn't listen when I talk" He said,
shaking his head. "All right, it's done!" he exclaimed after that. He
looked at me, smiling, I was laughing quietly. "What about it? Too tigh?"
"It's fine" I said, moving my arm. "Thanks, Yotan."
"You're welcome, little Kenken" he said, tapping my head and ruffling my
hair..
"Ken-kun!" Omi's voice sounded very near then, and after a moment the
kid entered on the kitchen, panting with excitement. "We should call..."
he started to say, but then he looked at Youji. "Oh, Youji-kun, you're
already here..."
"What does it happen, Omittchi?" asked Youji.
"I've found them!" exclaimed the kid, with a broad smile. "It was
difficult, but I've found Schreient! I was going to tell Ken-kun we
should call Aya-kun and you..."
"You're great, Omi!" I said. The kid smiled again. Then I turned to
Youji and patted his shoulder. "It seems you had to fight with your
nightmares, Yotan" I teased. I expected him to laugh and catch my joke,
but his face became suddenly serious.
"... a nightmare..." he repeated under his breath.
"Youji?" I asked. He shook his head and looket at me. I was staring at
him, I didn't know why his mood had changed. "Are you allright?" I was
worried again.
"Me?" he said. He laught and waved a hand towards me. Again, his
expresion changed so quickly I could have thought I had imagined it...
But this time I was very sure. "Of course I am, Kenken. You're right, we
had to face those fighters women... Scary. Oi! Omittchi! Call the Ice
Prince, would you? Sure he would be pleased we had a mission tonight..."
Omi nodded quickly and dissappeared towards the phone while Youji got up
and was ready to follow our younger friend. As he passed by my side, I
grabed his arm firmly. He looked at me.
"Are you sure you are allright, Yotan?" I asked again. I didn't like his
expresion before.
"Aa" he nodded. "You should not worry about me, Ken."
Was it my imagination or that 'should' had sound just like and order? It
seemed my mind was playing a lot of tricks on me that day...
"As if I could. You're my friend, Youji" I told him. He looked at me and
I could see... something... on his eyes. Whatever it was, it dissapeared
quickly, but I could tell there was something...
"You're a nice guy, Kenken" he said with a his lazy smile, and ruffled
my hair once more. I rolled my eyes.
"Would you stop doing that, please?" I asked.
"Nope" he said, smiling broadly to me as he headed for the mission room.
I just sighed and followed him.
Truth was... I didn't want him to stop doing that. I didn't want him to
stop being like he was. I didn't want him to stop smiling and joking.
God! I didn't even want him to quite smoking! I liked him the way he was.
He was my friend. He was the man I cared for. He was the man I...
... the man I...
Oh. My. God.
TBC?
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Gara attacks again: ^_^" I'm not pleased at all with this chapter, dunno
why. It's just... I don't know. Anyway... Please tell me what you think?
R/R?
BTW, I just want to thank you all for your reviews, but, please, let me
thank specially fei. Her reviews helped me a lot, because she told me
what she felt while she was reading. In fact, that's what I wanted to
know, what do you feel (good? sad? do you think "my" Youji is stupid? do
you think "my" Ken is idiot? do you think they are out of chara? really?),
and compare it with what I wanted you to feel, do you understand? Anyway,
thanks for all! Thanks to Labyrinthine Dolt, too, I'm pleased you liked
the story so much, but your #1 story? It's too much for me! Wow! I can't
write about GW, I don't know many things about the series, sorry.
