Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz.

     Warnings: Homosexuality, incest and noncon.

     Pairings: RanxAya, ?xRan

Title: Perfect

Authoress: Rinny

Chapter 2: Screaming

Yesterday.

     It's still dark outside when I awaken.  I really wish I wouldn't do that.  I want to sleep a little more… just a little more…

     I stare at the ceiling for a moment.  Not happening.  Pulling myself out of bed, I reach over to close the blinds.  Being an assassin, I guess I'm paranoid about someone seeing me.  I sleep in the nude, after all.

     I hate waking up before dawn.  It started out about two years ago… No, mustn't start that train of thought.  Get dressed, Fujimiya. 

     I pull my favorite orange sweater from the drawer.  No one else seems to like it, though.  What's wrong with it?  I frown.  I don't really care about fashion anyway, but surely they could all see its simple elegance.  Aya always liked fashion… no.  Get dressed. Aya always wore a dress…

     I'm dressed a few minutes later, and I sit on my window seat, drawing open the blinds.  I run a brush through my hair as I stare out at the pre-dawn sky. 

     Just like that time… when I woke to the pre-dawn and the light spring rain, the world around me in chaos, but I was alone.

     Unconsciously, I've begun to thread a braid through my left eartail.  Blinking out of my trance, I release the crimson lock and trail porcelain fingers down my ear, fingering the smooth gold found there, wrapping my hand gently around it.

     I've been thinking about it more lately, as impossible as that seems.  For the last two years my every thought (or nearly so) revolved around my impending revenge upon Takatori, and yet… I didn't even realize just what I was fighting for.

     Something that I miss so much.

     I bury my face in my arm.

*~*~*~*

     Aya kun has been more distant lately.  Of course, that's just a part of his nature, but you learn to read him.  He's very good at masking it, but I can tell when he's upset.  He's in agony.  I can only make one guess at the problem, but Aya kun shouldn't be confronted right now.  What he needs is a little extra love and support!

     "Aya kun!"  I beam at my teammate from where he is displaying the new flower arrangement.  I get a turn of the head and a quizzical eyebrow in response.  Suddenly realizing that I didn't have any direction in mind for the conversation, I have to think quickly.  "Would you like to go out to eat tonight after we close up?"

     I'm met with contemplative silence.  Oh, I hope he accepts!  I really want to cheer him up!  Finally, I receive a "hn" of confirmation.  Yay!

*~*~*~*

     Omi had elected a small seaside café with a calm, cheery atmosphere to lighten Aya's mood.  Despite the apparent scowl on his face, the boy knew that he approved.  One who knew the redhead well enough could tell this.  Ken had had soccer practice and Yohji a date (naturally), so it was just the two of them tonight.  Omi playfully swirled his straw in his strawberry drink as he studied the menu.  Maybe he would get fish tonight…

     Aya gazed out the side window into the sunset, eyes glazed over and seemingly unaffected by the burning golden light, chin resting in his palm.  Glancing up, Omi frowned.  Aya kun never looked like that… so vulnerable… Perhaps he was just comfortable in the blonde's company…?  Yes!  Yes, that must be it!  He took a small sip of his drink in wistful contemplation.  Smiling, Omi leaned forward over the table.  "Ne, Aya kun… do you see anything you'd like?"

     The redhead didn't respond.

     A worried look crossed cerulean eyes.  "Mou… Aya kun!"  A blink of recognition as the swordsman turned to his teammate.  "I asked if you see anything that looks good, Aya kun."

     The redhead looked flustered.  No, Aya never looked flustered… or surprised… or… anything… was he actually showing EMOTION!?!?

     Amethyst eyes narrowed, puzzled, and forcibly tried to concentrate on the menu.  Those little symbols were supposed to mean something, he was sure…

     "The salmon looks really, really good… If it's alright, may I get that, Aya kun?"

     The redhead raised an eyebrow.  "It's your money."

     Omi blushed sheepishly.  "Sou da ne…"  He smiled.  "What do you think you're going to get?"

     A waitress took this opportunity to approach.  She had purplish-red hair, tumbling in curls around her small, cheeky face.  "Konbanwa!  Is there anything I can get you two?"

     Omi beamed politely.  "Ee.  I'd like the salmon, please, with a side of carrots and potatoes!"

     She noted the order on her pad.  "And you, sir?"

     Aya silently closed his menu.  "Hn.  Water."

     Omi's eyes narrowed.  Aya kun would NOT escape the super-duper-genki-Omi-cheer-up plan so easily.  "He'll have a sirloin steak with a sushi plate and a beer and a cherry pie for desert THANK YOU!"  Omi grinned, handing both menus to the waitress and ushereing her on her way without a second thought.

     Aya grunted.

*~*~*~*

     Omi often wondered why Aya had been placed as leader of Weiss.  He had been there first, after all, and he had better knowledge of strategy and tactics.  It had taken not much more than a grunt and a glare before the redhead gave in and ate the food Omi had ordered him.  That wasn't to say that he ate much of it, but it was a start.

     Oddly enough, the genki blonde was the most similar to Aya in Weiss.  They put up false exteriors for the world to see, and both for the same purpose: to keep people away.  Aya's guise scared them off and his own face told the world that he was happy just as he was.  He didn't need anybody else—'You should focus your attention on somebody who needs it.'  They both worked, for the most part, but the thing about having a mask was that you could see past everyone else's. 

     'Aya kun is growing distant,' Omi mused.

*~*~*~*

     Aya had gone to see Aya.  She was beautiful as always, serene in her long slumber.  The man pulled out an uncomfortable chair and sat by the bed, gently grasping her small, cold hand.

     "I went out to eat tonight, Aya.  I wasn't very hungry, so of course I had a five-course meal."  His usual I'm-With-Aya cheerfulness was lacking tonight.  It felt empty.  Ran lowered his head, ear tails gently tickling his cheeks.  "Na, Aya…"  Closing his eyes, the redhead straightened and gave a little smile.  "Oh, nothing.  Nevermind."  Silence passed, and unbeknownst to himself, Ran's closed eyes came to stare at his lap and his hair to cover his face.  Why was it that he always came here, night after night, to talk to himself?  She couldn't hear him, anyway.  It had been awhile since she'd listened to him.  Always so stubborn… weak… it was just a little car, Aya.  Just a little car, right?  Just a little car.  That's all it was…hell, he'd survived countless explosions, gun shots, sword fights, all of it.  She could handle a stupid little fucking car.  A tiny knot inside him was growing and tightening, larger and larger until it finally prodded at something triggering his mouth.  "…na, Aya… wake up."

     Ran chuckled lightly, eyes dancing with bitter mirth.  "Come on, you've had your fun.  You've tricked your oniichan.  It's time to get up now, though."  Hiccups and giggles seemed to be forcing their way up the redhead's throat; he bit them back at the tongue.  "Get up."

     Alien sounds tripped past pale lips, quaking his shoulders and sending electric jolts through his chest.  "Na…"  Heheh… this… is so fucking hilarious, isn't it…heheheheh…     "Na…"  Ran's body jumped, grasping the limp girl's frail arms.  "GET UP, GODDAMNIT!!"  He shook her body, watching her head roll like a disjointed joystick; it was amusing.  "You've always been like this, you're so fucking stubborn Aya!  Can't you listen to me once, just ONCE??"  Ran threw her back to the bed, sending his fist down into the firm mattress.  Aya's body slipped down into the small grove.

     "You…you…damnit!  Why have I been wasting my time for the past two years!?  So that you can lay here like a worthless lump??  You've got no fucking right Aya, YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT!!"  Ran panted, hand groping to clasp his rapidly beating heart.  His head swam; Must have always been this way… leaving me… never with me go away, you're so stupid and so am I, can't stand…destroyed… everything… you've destroyed everything…

     Chuckle.  "You're not gonna get away with this… you're not…"  Aya slept on, oblivious.

     "WAKE UP!!!  WAKE UP, GODDAMNIT!!"  Ran couldn't even feel the nurses grasping at his flailing arms, their piteous pleas for calm and quiet.  "GODDAMN YOU!!! WAKE UP!"

*~*~*

     Moonlight flooded in, wrapping around amethyst eyes. 

     "…angels…disguised as children…"

End Chapter 2.