What Used To Be
A/N: ^^ Sankies to all of you who have reviewed! This update would have never gotten done without you! ^_^
Chapter Eight
I could feel tears wanting to spill from my yes, but I wasn't willing to give Schwartz the satisfaction of seeing my cry. "Ken-Kun... That's not true..." I whispered, a desperate panic filling my voice.
"Who am I supposed to believe?" Ken asked, his voice stinging me as a verbal blow. I loved him... And he was right. I hadn't given him any reason to believe me... Hell, I probably wouldn't have believed myself if put in Ken's position... I wanted to pull him in my arms, and make him remember... Remember that he was on my side and Schwartz was the real enemy..
But I didn't.
I looked at Crawford, forcing my face into a nonchalant expression, "What do you want from me?" The man shrugged turning to Shuldich... Apparently they didn't want Ken to overhear his response... Twisted bastards that they were. 'How about you and the rest of your little group work for us, and I'll give Siberian back his memory?'
I shook my head. I wasn't going to endanger Aya or Yohji because of my own stupidity... "I'll work for you... But not them. But you have to give him his right memories..." I said aloud, keeping my gaze firmly away from my misled teammate..
"Hmm... We'll think about that. It's such a long way home, you'll stay the night won't you?" Crawford said in such a refined way that it made me sick. I knew that I didn't have an option... At least not without Ken on my side, because there was no way I could just bolt and leave him here with the enemy...
Taking my silence as the yes they knew they'd receive, Shuldich motioned for me and Ken to follow him downstairs. I obeyed, knowing well enough that any struggle would only make my situation worse... Not that it could get much worse at this point.
The door slammed shut and the lock clicked almost the instant we were inside the dimly lit room. It looked cold and abandoned, just one couch and a chair filling the rather spacious room. I sighed, flopping down on the couch and closing my eyes, as if, if I didn't open them this wouldn't be real. Like I'd be back home, Ken would still have some faith in me and we'd be safe...
"What exactly did you mean by giving me back my rightful memories...? Didn't Nagi and Shuldich already give them back to me?" Ken asked breaking my thoughts and taking a seat next to me.
"What do you think it meant?" I shot back my tone harsher than I'd intended it to be. "They're much of liars... They're using you to get back at us... And how the hell are you on a first name basis with them?!" I demanded eyes narrowed though whether it was because of how upset I was or how angry I wasn't sure.
"They lied to you, Ken. We're enemies. I never betrayed Weiss. It's just a game... Just a god damn game!" I didn't care that I was halfway screaming in Ken's face nor that watery streams were making their way down my cheeks.
Ken thought I was a liar... He'd believed a group of strangers over me... Believed that I was worse than scum, a traitor... I had never and would never do anything to hurt him and that had been why I'd tried so hard to keep him from the truth he so desperately wanted... It had never been for my benefit, but to save him from the nightmares that had once plagued his sleep. We were murderers and god how could anyone want to remember that life?
I silenced my self reasoning that it wasn't going to help... Ken had already been enticed by Schwartz's smooth words and intoxicating lies. Even though my rampage of words had ended though, I couldn't seem to stop crying... I'd always attempted not to cry in front of anyone... I just... I was to enveloped by the thought that one people I loved above all else was thinking about me in such a horrifying way.
"Omi... Don't... Don't cry anymore..." I didn't look up, and I didn't even notice he'd moved until his arms were wrapped around my waist and he's pulled me into his lap. I hadn't even noticed I'd been shaking until that moment... And it was a moment I'd yearned for since I'd first realized I loved him.... Though now it seemed tarnished because of the current state of our relationship. Or so I thought.
Ken tipped my face up towards his own, his midnight blue eyes meeting mine in a piercing gaze of sorrow, regret and sympathy. He leaned down filling what little space was left between us, soft lips brushing mine in a feather light kiss that lingered on my fear stained lips. "Tell me Omi... Please.. Tell me everything..."
And I did. From the moment I'd met the soccer player, to Weiss, to our quest to find Sakura and Aya's sister... How we had fought Schwartz, our bodies broken in a fight of desperation.
And lastly, how Ken had dragged me away from the fight, frantically trying to save us from being destroyed along with the building... How he had confessed his love to me, and how I'd lost consciousness.. I hadn't even been able to utter the response I had so longed to give.
"I didn't want you to know... You could have been happy... A murderer's life isn't worth it..." I whispered into the comfort's of shirt, which I had already semi soaked with tears, though Ken didn't seem to mind.
"Omi... I don't think I could have been happy... A I knew there was something about you... A life of ignorance without the person you love... I'd rather be a killer." And this time when he kissed me, it was long and filled with a need and desire to make up for all the time we'd been apart...
A/N: ^^ Yus this was uberly short... Butttt, I felt like ending it there so yeahs. ^^ Review and I might have another chapter up soon! ^.^
A/N: ^^ Sankies to all of you who have reviewed! This update would have never gotten done without you! ^_^
Chapter Eight
I could feel tears wanting to spill from my yes, but I wasn't willing to give Schwartz the satisfaction of seeing my cry. "Ken-Kun... That's not true..." I whispered, a desperate panic filling my voice.
"Who am I supposed to believe?" Ken asked, his voice stinging me as a verbal blow. I loved him... And he was right. I hadn't given him any reason to believe me... Hell, I probably wouldn't have believed myself if put in Ken's position... I wanted to pull him in my arms, and make him remember... Remember that he was on my side and Schwartz was the real enemy..
But I didn't.
I looked at Crawford, forcing my face into a nonchalant expression, "What do you want from me?" The man shrugged turning to Shuldich... Apparently they didn't want Ken to overhear his response... Twisted bastards that they were. 'How about you and the rest of your little group work for us, and I'll give Siberian back his memory?'
I shook my head. I wasn't going to endanger Aya or Yohji because of my own stupidity... "I'll work for you... But not them. But you have to give him his right memories..." I said aloud, keeping my gaze firmly away from my misled teammate..
"Hmm... We'll think about that. It's such a long way home, you'll stay the night won't you?" Crawford said in such a refined way that it made me sick. I knew that I didn't have an option... At least not without Ken on my side, because there was no way I could just bolt and leave him here with the enemy...
Taking my silence as the yes they knew they'd receive, Shuldich motioned for me and Ken to follow him downstairs. I obeyed, knowing well enough that any struggle would only make my situation worse... Not that it could get much worse at this point.
The door slammed shut and the lock clicked almost the instant we were inside the dimly lit room. It looked cold and abandoned, just one couch and a chair filling the rather spacious room. I sighed, flopping down on the couch and closing my eyes, as if, if I didn't open them this wouldn't be real. Like I'd be back home, Ken would still have some faith in me and we'd be safe...
"What exactly did you mean by giving me back my rightful memories...? Didn't Nagi and Shuldich already give them back to me?" Ken asked breaking my thoughts and taking a seat next to me.
"What do you think it meant?" I shot back my tone harsher than I'd intended it to be. "They're much of liars... They're using you to get back at us... And how the hell are you on a first name basis with them?!" I demanded eyes narrowed though whether it was because of how upset I was or how angry I wasn't sure.
"They lied to you, Ken. We're enemies. I never betrayed Weiss. It's just a game... Just a god damn game!" I didn't care that I was halfway screaming in Ken's face nor that watery streams were making their way down my cheeks.
Ken thought I was a liar... He'd believed a group of strangers over me... Believed that I was worse than scum, a traitor... I had never and would never do anything to hurt him and that had been why I'd tried so hard to keep him from the truth he so desperately wanted... It had never been for my benefit, but to save him from the nightmares that had once plagued his sleep. We were murderers and god how could anyone want to remember that life?
I silenced my self reasoning that it wasn't going to help... Ken had already been enticed by Schwartz's smooth words and intoxicating lies. Even though my rampage of words had ended though, I couldn't seem to stop crying... I'd always attempted not to cry in front of anyone... I just... I was to enveloped by the thought that one people I loved above all else was thinking about me in such a horrifying way.
"Omi... Don't... Don't cry anymore..." I didn't look up, and I didn't even notice he'd moved until his arms were wrapped around my waist and he's pulled me into his lap. I hadn't even noticed I'd been shaking until that moment... And it was a moment I'd yearned for since I'd first realized I loved him.... Though now it seemed tarnished because of the current state of our relationship. Or so I thought.
Ken tipped my face up towards his own, his midnight blue eyes meeting mine in a piercing gaze of sorrow, regret and sympathy. He leaned down filling what little space was left between us, soft lips brushing mine in a feather light kiss that lingered on my fear stained lips. "Tell me Omi... Please.. Tell me everything..."
And I did. From the moment I'd met the soccer player, to Weiss, to our quest to find Sakura and Aya's sister... How we had fought Schwartz, our bodies broken in a fight of desperation.
And lastly, how Ken had dragged me away from the fight, frantically trying to save us from being destroyed along with the building... How he had confessed his love to me, and how I'd lost consciousness.. I hadn't even been able to utter the response I had so longed to give.
"I didn't want you to know... You could have been happy... A murderer's life isn't worth it..." I whispered into the comfort's of shirt, which I had already semi soaked with tears, though Ken didn't seem to mind.
"Omi... I don't think I could have been happy... A I knew there was something about you... A life of ignorance without the person you love... I'd rather be a killer." And this time when he kissed me, it was long and filled with a need and desire to make up for all the time we'd been apart...
A/N: ^^ Yus this was uberly short... Butttt, I felt like ending it there so yeahs. ^^ Review and I might have another chapter up soon! ^.^