A/N: After watching the ending of Weiss, I just had to write this. ^_~ I couldn't help it. XD Reviews make my day by the way... ^_~ And I don't own it either. I do however own Cherry. As well as my DVDs
Chapter One
I was caught rather off guard when he grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the direction of the exit. "Ken? We can't just le-" His cold glare cut me off. "If they have any sense, they'll be right behind us." He retorted his pace quickening rapidly to a run I was forced to attempt to copy. Not that I could even compare. Ken was a star athlete... I half ran half stumbled along as he pulled me along with him, his grip fierce, as we dodged the rumble, which was falling from every direction.
"Omi, I'm not going to let you die..." He hissed, when my pace slackened slightly. His dark blue eyes were alight with determination, and the goal, he seemed to have acquired: Getting me out of there.
His face suddenly turned serious as we ran onwards, the faint echo of Aya and Yoji's footsteps barely audible any more. "Omi, if I die..." I cut him off, eyes wide, "Ken-kun! Don't say things like that!" Ken couldn't die... First Ouka and now Ken? Not on my life.
"If I die.... I want you to know I love you..." He said, not meeting my eyes as he pulled me forward, into a pace, I could not possibly run at.
And that was the last thing I saw, as my vision became veiled... That and the distant echo of Ken's words. "I love you..."
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It's been four years since the building blew up. Four years of looking for Weiss. Apparently, I washed up on the beach, in a coma, which lasted for just a little under a year. A woman, who couldn't have been more than twenty seven, took me in. Cherry was extremely kind... Kind of like Manx except a lot less formal than the Kritiker agent had been.
I found Aya, when I went back to the shop to get my things... He still works there with Sakura and his sister, and I'm pretty sure, he's going by Ran again. He seems a lot happier, now, with both of the people he loves back in his life. I haven't heard from Youji, but knowing him, he's probably in some casino with a lot of girls. Ken.. I haven't been able to track him down, but I'm positive he's alive. I'd like to think a part of me would just know if anything happened to him... After a rather large amount of hacking, I'd discovered that another person was found on the beach alive. Current whereabouts however where unknown...
Four years was a long time to think about my final moments with the star soccer player... To over analyze every single moment... It was a wonder, I was even still sane. Cherry thought I was just a bit obsessive and she often teased me about my ongoing search for Ken. I'm not sure that she knows the real reasons behind my search, as I'd never discussed with her... But I had told her about Weiss... I mean I felt like I owed it to her, after all the medical bills, I'd racked up during my concussion and coma.
I sighed glancing at the little digital clock, on my nightstand, before quickly logging offline. I had work in half an hour... And Cherry wouldn't be home until seven, so.. I'd be walking today. Not that it was that far of a walk. Only a few blocks to the computer store, where I worked, so it didn't take me long to get there and check in before I took over the register. It was empty as usual, for Thursday midday's. The occasional customer came in but not to many... And that's why I didn't notice the boy until he cleared his through. "Uhmm..."
I looked up, blue meeting blue in a striking clash... Same brown hair, just a tad longer, same dark blue eyes, slightly tanned skin.. Extremely well built body from those hours of soccer training... Same sheepish look that Ken would have about being in the computer shop... There was no doubt in my mind that this was indeed Ken. "Ken-kun?"
Chapter One
I was caught rather off guard when he grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the direction of the exit. "Ken? We can't just le-" His cold glare cut me off. "If they have any sense, they'll be right behind us." He retorted his pace quickening rapidly to a run I was forced to attempt to copy. Not that I could even compare. Ken was a star athlete... I half ran half stumbled along as he pulled me along with him, his grip fierce, as we dodged the rumble, which was falling from every direction.
"Omi, I'm not going to let you die..." He hissed, when my pace slackened slightly. His dark blue eyes were alight with determination, and the goal, he seemed to have acquired: Getting me out of there.
His face suddenly turned serious as we ran onwards, the faint echo of Aya and Yoji's footsteps barely audible any more. "Omi, if I die..." I cut him off, eyes wide, "Ken-kun! Don't say things like that!" Ken couldn't die... First Ouka and now Ken? Not on my life.
"If I die.... I want you to know I love you..." He said, not meeting my eyes as he pulled me forward, into a pace, I could not possibly run at.
And that was the last thing I saw, as my vision became veiled... That and the distant echo of Ken's words. "I love you..."
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It's been four years since the building blew up. Four years of looking for Weiss. Apparently, I washed up on the beach, in a coma, which lasted for just a little under a year. A woman, who couldn't have been more than twenty seven, took me in. Cherry was extremely kind... Kind of like Manx except a lot less formal than the Kritiker agent had been.
I found Aya, when I went back to the shop to get my things... He still works there with Sakura and his sister, and I'm pretty sure, he's going by Ran again. He seems a lot happier, now, with both of the people he loves back in his life. I haven't heard from Youji, but knowing him, he's probably in some casino with a lot of girls. Ken.. I haven't been able to track him down, but I'm positive he's alive. I'd like to think a part of me would just know if anything happened to him... After a rather large amount of hacking, I'd discovered that another person was found on the beach alive. Current whereabouts however where unknown...
Four years was a long time to think about my final moments with the star soccer player... To over analyze every single moment... It was a wonder, I was even still sane. Cherry thought I was just a bit obsessive and she often teased me about my ongoing search for Ken. I'm not sure that she knows the real reasons behind my search, as I'd never discussed with her... But I had told her about Weiss... I mean I felt like I owed it to her, after all the medical bills, I'd racked up during my concussion and coma.
I sighed glancing at the little digital clock, on my nightstand, before quickly logging offline. I had work in half an hour... And Cherry wouldn't be home until seven, so.. I'd be walking today. Not that it was that far of a walk. Only a few blocks to the computer store, where I worked, so it didn't take me long to get there and check in before I took over the register. It was empty as usual, for Thursday midday's. The occasional customer came in but not to many... And that's why I didn't notice the boy until he cleared his through. "Uhmm..."
I looked up, blue meeting blue in a striking clash... Same brown hair, just a tad longer, same dark blue eyes, slightly tanned skin.. Extremely well built body from those hours of soccer training... Same sheepish look that Ken would have about being in the computer shop... There was no doubt in my mind that this was indeed Ken. "Ken-kun?"