Twilight Youji 12/?
By Nix Winter
Author's Notes: Not all chapters can be posted to ff.net. neee I want to do this story over original too.. gonna set it in 1933, Berlin. This chapter is short..
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Gravitation, Gundam Wing, or Harry Potter. I'm just writing here to practice and have fun.
Chapter Twelve.
Omi opened the door. The rain hadn't stopped in a week. It had started right after Kens return from the meeting with Touma-san. "Aya? Youji-kun?"
"Get out of the way, Omi," Aya said. "He's heavy."
"Oh," Omi whispered, eyes wide. "Aya?"
It had been a week, but Aya was in no mood to stand in the rain. Youji leaned against him, half conscious and half dressed. Aya held his wrist, keeping Youji's arm around his shoulder while keeping a grip on the taller man's waist band, his own arm behind Youji's naked back, under the black swan soft wings that shielded them from the wind. Those wings rose from where the tips touched the steps, to the curve of the top almost brushed the over hang of the porch. Youji's head leaned against Aya's shoulder, damp blond hair, paler than it had been, fanned out over Aya's black leather jacket.
Aya hardly looked familiar, even aside from the fact that he was holding up a half naked angelic Youji. His ear tails sparked, violet sparkles of maybe fire. Sharp fangs showed when he spoke and his finger nails, now longer and stronger, glittered, sparkled even in the rain with pent up, captive flames. There weren't any chains on him, but the hems of his jeans were smoking and as Omi watched, the seam farthest from Youji caught fire, burning with an impossible blue flame. "Are you going to let us in," Aya asked through gritted teeth.
Omi blinked. "Do I have a choice?"
Youji's eyes snapped open, vivid green, lashes gone corn silk pale though. "Omi? What's wrong?"
"Youji," Omi whispered. "Aya found you?"
"Idiot," Aya snapped, his upper lip twitching as a spark jumped from the point of his elongated canine. "I don't like the rain."
"Come in, come inside," Omi said, stepping out of the way. "Where did you find him?"
"Aya?" Ken said, just now coming down the stairs into the green house. Sounding more concerned, as Aya hauled Youji out of the rain. "Aya? Youji?"
"Who were you expecting?" Youji teased, trying to stand up, now that they were in out of the rain. His shoulders bunched up, the tops of his wings shivered, then the shiver rippled down over black feathers, shifting water outwards, downwards, until the very tips fluttered throwing off water.
"Youji!" Omi complained, moving away form him, even as Aya did the same. Youji looked at them innocent, seemingly unaware of his wings, until they stretched out just a bit to each side, shivered down the whole length, then snapped back in tight.
Much drier now, even if his chest felt frozen to little nubs. "What? You're not afraid of a little water are you now? You weren't expecting us? For shame."
"You were gone for quite a while, Youji," Ken said, moving closer to Omi. "And you weren't in the best of health last time we saw you."
Omi reached out to catch Youji's hand, an apologetic smile on his face, only to find Aya's hand in the way. "Don't touch."
"Why?" Omi said.
Youji, one wing shivering, but not from cold, leaned forward just a little, so Omi could see his breath when he spoke. The words left his lips in a gray mist, so subtle it was hard to really say if one saw it or not. "Because I'm still a wraith, and I'm hungry."
"Oh," Omi said, backing up into Ken.
"Then why the fuck are you here," Ken snapped, his visible hand closing into a fist.
Aya's hand fell to Youji's wrist, drawing him back from the other too. "We're here because this is home. The world is about to fuck itself beyond recognition and we thought it would be better if it did that without taking you two and my sister down the drain with it."
Omi lifted an arm, baring Ken from lunging forward. "Explain."
"Let's sit down. There isn't much time. Youji and I have a mission as well."
"Shall I make some tea?" Omi offered. "Coffee," Youji corrected. "I'm going upstairs for a shirt. Ken, you didn't pawn my stuff, did you?"
"Asshole," Ken said, without any great malice. "I'd like to see you get a one of those fuck me shirts you wear on over those wings."
"Just watch me," Youji said, laughing as he bowed enough to get his wings through the door. "Just watch me."
By Nix Winter
Author's Notes: Not all chapters can be posted to ff.net. neee I want to do this story over original too.. gonna set it in 1933, Berlin. This chapter is short..
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Gravitation, Gundam Wing, or Harry Potter. I'm just writing here to practice and have fun.
Chapter Twelve.
Omi opened the door. The rain hadn't stopped in a week. It had started right after Kens return from the meeting with Touma-san. "Aya? Youji-kun?"
"Get out of the way, Omi," Aya said. "He's heavy."
"Oh," Omi whispered, eyes wide. "Aya?"
It had been a week, but Aya was in no mood to stand in the rain. Youji leaned against him, half conscious and half dressed. Aya held his wrist, keeping Youji's arm around his shoulder while keeping a grip on the taller man's waist band, his own arm behind Youji's naked back, under the black swan soft wings that shielded them from the wind. Those wings rose from where the tips touched the steps, to the curve of the top almost brushed the over hang of the porch. Youji's head leaned against Aya's shoulder, damp blond hair, paler than it had been, fanned out over Aya's black leather jacket.
Aya hardly looked familiar, even aside from the fact that he was holding up a half naked angelic Youji. His ear tails sparked, violet sparkles of maybe fire. Sharp fangs showed when he spoke and his finger nails, now longer and stronger, glittered, sparkled even in the rain with pent up, captive flames. There weren't any chains on him, but the hems of his jeans were smoking and as Omi watched, the seam farthest from Youji caught fire, burning with an impossible blue flame. "Are you going to let us in," Aya asked through gritted teeth.
Omi blinked. "Do I have a choice?"
Youji's eyes snapped open, vivid green, lashes gone corn silk pale though. "Omi? What's wrong?"
"Youji," Omi whispered. "Aya found you?"
"Idiot," Aya snapped, his upper lip twitching as a spark jumped from the point of his elongated canine. "I don't like the rain."
"Come in, come inside," Omi said, stepping out of the way. "Where did you find him?"
"Aya?" Ken said, just now coming down the stairs into the green house. Sounding more concerned, as Aya hauled Youji out of the rain. "Aya? Youji?"
"Who were you expecting?" Youji teased, trying to stand up, now that they were in out of the rain. His shoulders bunched up, the tops of his wings shivered, then the shiver rippled down over black feathers, shifting water outwards, downwards, until the very tips fluttered throwing off water.
"Youji!" Omi complained, moving away form him, even as Aya did the same. Youji looked at them innocent, seemingly unaware of his wings, until they stretched out just a bit to each side, shivered down the whole length, then snapped back in tight.
Much drier now, even if his chest felt frozen to little nubs. "What? You're not afraid of a little water are you now? You weren't expecting us? For shame."
"You were gone for quite a while, Youji," Ken said, moving closer to Omi. "And you weren't in the best of health last time we saw you."
Omi reached out to catch Youji's hand, an apologetic smile on his face, only to find Aya's hand in the way. "Don't touch."
"Why?" Omi said.
Youji, one wing shivering, but not from cold, leaned forward just a little, so Omi could see his breath when he spoke. The words left his lips in a gray mist, so subtle it was hard to really say if one saw it or not. "Because I'm still a wraith, and I'm hungry."
"Oh," Omi said, backing up into Ken.
"Then why the fuck are you here," Ken snapped, his visible hand closing into a fist.
Aya's hand fell to Youji's wrist, drawing him back from the other too. "We're here because this is home. The world is about to fuck itself beyond recognition and we thought it would be better if it did that without taking you two and my sister down the drain with it."
Omi lifted an arm, baring Ken from lunging forward. "Explain."
"Let's sit down. There isn't much time. Youji and I have a mission as well."
"Shall I make some tea?" Omi offered. "Coffee," Youji corrected. "I'm going upstairs for a shirt. Ken, you didn't pawn my stuff, did you?"
"Asshole," Ken said, without any great malice. "I'd like to see you get a one of those fuck me shirts you wear on over those wings."
"Just watch me," Youji said, laughing as he bowed enough to get his wings through the door. "Just watch me."