Twilight Youji 13/?
By Nix Winter
Author's Notes:
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Gravitation, Gundam Wing, or Harry Potter. I'm just writing here to practice and have fun.
Chapter 13 (there are 10 on ff.net, counting the prologue. There is one that can't be on ff.net.)
Omi and Ken had gone to sleep, sometime close to dawn. Youji didn't think either of them believed anything Aya had had to say. Hell. Heaven? Hell. He didn't believe half of it either, and he'd not only been to Purgatory, but had big assed heavy angel wings growing out of his back.
He didn't fit in his window anymore. It was his window, just wide enough to sit on, to prop one foot against the frame, press his back to the other side. He's spent hours sitting in his window, cigarette smoke flowing down and out through the open window. He stood there now, one hand on either side of his window, wings spread out, relaxed, and blocking the rising sunlight for a good two feet on either side. The cigarette hung lazily from his lips, smoke filling his mouth, then slipping free over a lax lower lip. The window didn't fit him anymore. The cigarette didn't even taste good.
How much time had passed since he'd come back into the green house with fossilized angel heart shoved in his gut, Youji wasn't real sure. Omi had said a week. How long he'd spent sleeping in Purgatory, he wasn't sure. He was sure that he hadn't had a moment or a cigarette. He pushed the smoke out, and just stood there, holding the burning cigarette between his fingers, wrist against his forehead.
It was one fucking week. He'd died, pretty much. Being a wraith, even one with angel wings wasn't the same thing as being alive. Aya had kissed him, and Youji had suddenly understood why Marilyn Monroe held no real seduction for him. He took another draw on his cigarette, drawing in bland smoke, letting it settle down into his lungs, hoping this time it would give him a jolt, a little fucking comfort. It didn't give him anything, but as he drew the smoke in, fingers touching his lips, he thought about kissing Aya. He blew out a smoke ring, and whispered, "With this ring, I thee wed."
Only they'd have a wedding like that. He blew the smoke out slowly. It hurt to smile and he didn't know why he was crying. The first image that came to him was Aya going in his arms, Aya heavy, and knowing the bullet had gone through into Aya. Tears came then. He knew Aya wasn't gone, wasn't dead, but he also knew he'd felt him die, felt his body collapse, release the life in it. His mind played the moments over, trying to find some answers in it, to find the thread of himself in all the changes.
There had been the agony of his wings when they'd erupted from his back, new bones and flesh forming. Worse agony had followed, that wraith woman tearing at his wings. He'd had to sweep up the damn feathers himself. The blood splatters weren't likely to come out of the wood now. Ken had said they'd been upset. "I guess you were, sweetlings," he hissed, throwing his cigarette out the open window into the gravel below.
All of that was more than Youji could deal with, even with the sweet hours, days, that had followed between he and Aya. Standing there, the rising sun warming the inside of his wings, he realized, those were the hours that really shifted his world around. He didn't deserve Aya's love, Aya's commitment. Aya never did anything half way, never went after something just a little. Youji leaned forward and leaned his forehead against the window he couldn't sit in anymore. "Aya. Ran. I'm a fucking slut, you know that right?"
There wasn't anyone in his room to hear him though. Omi and Ken slept, and Ran had gone to find his sister. They had about twelve hours until the end of the world. Youji pressed his palm against the glass.
"Youji."
He straightened, drew his wings in, before turning. His shirt didn't reach to his belly button, but it did cover his arms, did lace up both sides, coving most of his ribs. His pants were skin tight, laced up the front, shimmering fabric. If he had to wear a club shirt to get it over and around his damn wings, he was going to wear club pants too, he'd decided. Seeing Aya, Ran, standing there in the door to his room, he tightened all over, his wings drawing tight, focusing the new day's sunlight into blond hair. No one Youji had ever loved had affected him the way Ran just standing in his door way, jeans and a tee-shirt did. It made him wish deeply he had put on a longer shirt.
"Did you find her?"
"Yes," Ran stepped into the room. "I found her. Youji."
Youji felt blush flash over his cheeks as he looked down, half instinctively hiding his face in a wing. Ran lost some semblance of his humanity, flames dancing up his ear tails, as he crossed to Youji. "I know what you're thinking, angel," Aya hissed, low, snarling, sunlight pale flames dancing over his palm as he reached for Youji's face, palm cupping his cheek. There was no one else Ran Fujimiya could touch, not in a way that was not flash. This touch was more than a masquerade. "Youji, if there were only one person I could touch in all of the earth, and I could chose who that would be. It would be you. Maybe that is why we have survived to be what we are now. Youji, do not think ugly thoughts about yourself. It hurts me."
Tears mixing with flames tickled Youji's cheek. "How can you love me?"
"You? You're easy. You didn't get wings for nothing, Youji. Don't doubt that I love you."
Never had he felt both so large, and so small. "Ran, I'm not used to being an angel. It was just so easier when I was fighting to safe you, but now, not it's just normal and I can't sit in my window anymore." Unafraid of demonic fire flicking over Ran's palm, he kissed him. "I expected to just screw my way through a harem and die unseen."
"I see you, Youji. I see you clean through. And I love you anyway."
Youji smiled against the flames on Ran's palm. "I believe you. How are we going to save the world?"
"Judas is downstairs. He has some ideas about that." Ran said as he moved Youji's kiss from palm to his lips, "Aya-chan is making him breakfast. I thought I would feed you myself."
Youji found himself pressed into the window, wings wrapping around them both. Some kinds of demon energy seemed to feed a wraith's hunger very well, or maybe it was just Youji needs were met by touching Ran. Judas could wait a little while, and so could the world.
By Nix Winter
Author's Notes:
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Gravitation, Gundam Wing, or Harry Potter. I'm just writing here to practice and have fun.
Chapter 13 (there are 10 on ff.net, counting the prologue. There is one that can't be on ff.net.)
Omi and Ken had gone to sleep, sometime close to dawn. Youji didn't think either of them believed anything Aya had had to say. Hell. Heaven? Hell. He didn't believe half of it either, and he'd not only been to Purgatory, but had big assed heavy angel wings growing out of his back.
He didn't fit in his window anymore. It was his window, just wide enough to sit on, to prop one foot against the frame, press his back to the other side. He's spent hours sitting in his window, cigarette smoke flowing down and out through the open window. He stood there now, one hand on either side of his window, wings spread out, relaxed, and blocking the rising sunlight for a good two feet on either side. The cigarette hung lazily from his lips, smoke filling his mouth, then slipping free over a lax lower lip. The window didn't fit him anymore. The cigarette didn't even taste good.
How much time had passed since he'd come back into the green house with fossilized angel heart shoved in his gut, Youji wasn't real sure. Omi had said a week. How long he'd spent sleeping in Purgatory, he wasn't sure. He was sure that he hadn't had a moment or a cigarette. He pushed the smoke out, and just stood there, holding the burning cigarette between his fingers, wrist against his forehead.
It was one fucking week. He'd died, pretty much. Being a wraith, even one with angel wings wasn't the same thing as being alive. Aya had kissed him, and Youji had suddenly understood why Marilyn Monroe held no real seduction for him. He took another draw on his cigarette, drawing in bland smoke, letting it settle down into his lungs, hoping this time it would give him a jolt, a little fucking comfort. It didn't give him anything, but as he drew the smoke in, fingers touching his lips, he thought about kissing Aya. He blew out a smoke ring, and whispered, "With this ring, I thee wed."
Only they'd have a wedding like that. He blew the smoke out slowly. It hurt to smile and he didn't know why he was crying. The first image that came to him was Aya going in his arms, Aya heavy, and knowing the bullet had gone through into Aya. Tears came then. He knew Aya wasn't gone, wasn't dead, but he also knew he'd felt him die, felt his body collapse, release the life in it. His mind played the moments over, trying to find some answers in it, to find the thread of himself in all the changes.
There had been the agony of his wings when they'd erupted from his back, new bones and flesh forming. Worse agony had followed, that wraith woman tearing at his wings. He'd had to sweep up the damn feathers himself. The blood splatters weren't likely to come out of the wood now. Ken had said they'd been upset. "I guess you were, sweetlings," he hissed, throwing his cigarette out the open window into the gravel below.
All of that was more than Youji could deal with, even with the sweet hours, days, that had followed between he and Aya. Standing there, the rising sun warming the inside of his wings, he realized, those were the hours that really shifted his world around. He didn't deserve Aya's love, Aya's commitment. Aya never did anything half way, never went after something just a little. Youji leaned forward and leaned his forehead against the window he couldn't sit in anymore. "Aya. Ran. I'm a fucking slut, you know that right?"
There wasn't anyone in his room to hear him though. Omi and Ken slept, and Ran had gone to find his sister. They had about twelve hours until the end of the world. Youji pressed his palm against the glass.
"Youji."
He straightened, drew his wings in, before turning. His shirt didn't reach to his belly button, but it did cover his arms, did lace up both sides, coving most of his ribs. His pants were skin tight, laced up the front, shimmering fabric. If he had to wear a club shirt to get it over and around his damn wings, he was going to wear club pants too, he'd decided. Seeing Aya, Ran, standing there in the door to his room, he tightened all over, his wings drawing tight, focusing the new day's sunlight into blond hair. No one Youji had ever loved had affected him the way Ran just standing in his door way, jeans and a tee-shirt did. It made him wish deeply he had put on a longer shirt.
"Did you find her?"
"Yes," Ran stepped into the room. "I found her. Youji."
Youji felt blush flash over his cheeks as he looked down, half instinctively hiding his face in a wing. Ran lost some semblance of his humanity, flames dancing up his ear tails, as he crossed to Youji. "I know what you're thinking, angel," Aya hissed, low, snarling, sunlight pale flames dancing over his palm as he reached for Youji's face, palm cupping his cheek. There was no one else Ran Fujimiya could touch, not in a way that was not flash. This touch was more than a masquerade. "Youji, if there were only one person I could touch in all of the earth, and I could chose who that would be. It would be you. Maybe that is why we have survived to be what we are now. Youji, do not think ugly thoughts about yourself. It hurts me."
Tears mixing with flames tickled Youji's cheek. "How can you love me?"
"You? You're easy. You didn't get wings for nothing, Youji. Don't doubt that I love you."
Never had he felt both so large, and so small. "Ran, I'm not used to being an angel. It was just so easier when I was fighting to safe you, but now, not it's just normal and I can't sit in my window anymore." Unafraid of demonic fire flicking over Ran's palm, he kissed him. "I expected to just screw my way through a harem and die unseen."
"I see you, Youji. I see you clean through. And I love you anyway."
Youji smiled against the flames on Ran's palm. "I believe you. How are we going to save the world?"
"Judas is downstairs. He has some ideas about that." Ran said as he moved Youji's kiss from palm to his lips, "Aya-chan is making him breakfast. I thought I would feed you myself."
Youji found himself pressed into the window, wings wrapping around them both. Some kinds of demon energy seemed to feed a wraith's hunger very well, or maybe it was just Youji needs were met by touching Ran. Judas could wait a little while, and so could the world.