Author: Shiva Darkwater | Fandom: Weiss Kreuz | Rating: PG | Summary: A tortured knight seeking the imaginary calm of his most beloved princess. | Disclaimer: Aya belongs to Koyasu and Project Weiss. Don't sue, as I have no money, not that Koyasu would really care anyway. I think he probably enjoys fanfics. Maybe they all sit around a computer and laugh at our vain attempts at worship. | Author's Notes: I wish I could say more on this fic. It was my attempt to unveil a little bit more of Ran's misery, to understand a bit more of what he went through… I think it just ended up becoming a little different than what I had imagined. But, oh well…
In Her Name
No one really understood his pain.
Every Thursday he had found himself at the entrance to the Magic Bus Hospital. Every Thursday for two years he had walked down those hallways. Every Thursday he had looked the other way as nurses and doctors alike gave him pitying glances. Pity the man who had lost the one most important person in his life.
And yes, he was aware of the rumours. The girl who lay comatose, she must be his lover right? Tragic really, to lose someone so close. The poor boy… I wonder about his family. For two years? Shouldn't he just give up? I heard…
I heard… I heard… Everyone hears things but are they really true? Do people really care? What did it matter? They could hear whatever they liked and it wouldn't make a difference. Aya still wouldn't come back…
Every Thursday he would enter the dark hospital room and be calmed by her silent, expressionless face. And he would sit there for hours touching her cheek, holding her hands… Every Thursday he would sit in quiet contemplation and mourn her loss, for she was now his everything.
And he would do anything for her. He would live his life for her, avenge her, and die for her. Nothing mattered as long as she was safe, as long as she could remain where she was. By now he was past the false hope of her ever regaining consciousness.
As long as she could spend the rest of her life out of harm… he would be happy.
"Aya… are you having a good dream?"
And he would place a new rose in the vase. A red rose; the symbol of eternal devotion. For he was her knight, sworn to take up arms in her honour, to devote his self fully to her and bow at her feet.
"I can't stay long… I'll return next week."
And before he left he would touch her, innocently. His fingers would brush away any of the stray hairs on her cheek. His lips would gently caress her forehead. His hands would spread her fingers, gaze at the single gold earring that lay there, the mirror of the one clasped onto his own ear…
And in that single moment he would pray. With his eyes fastened on the setting sun, he would whisper that one word.
As soon as the moment ended, he would leave without a backwards glance. It was hopeless to dream. It was hopeless to believe… but there was still a fight that needed to be fought in his princess's honour.
And no one could really understand his pain… but then again he had never expected anyone to.