Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, so that does not give you a reason to
sue me.
A/N: Sorry for the long update! Uh. right. To Misura, Rabid Rabbit (O_O),
FireKat, Anna Hibiki and Death Stopper, arigato! Your replies are at the
end of the story, as usual.
OOC for practically everyone.
The name read "Fujimiya Aya". "Manx," Ken started. "Yes?" "Uh. These men. are they under some other guy? Or something?" "Yes. Why?" "Because.never mind." "All right, so we'll meet here tomorrow night." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay."
Dragging his bag, Ken got onto his motorcycle and went home. He did not want to do the mission, but. Opening the door to his apartment, Ken flipped on the switch. The lights came on, illuminating the place. He checked his clock. It read 12 o'clock. He slumped on his couch. //Gosh. What am I supposed to do?// //I warned you, sweet.// //Get lost. Get away from me.// //But you don't have to do it.// //Shut up. I don't need your advise.// //Stop lying to yourself, Ken. You can't keep running away from it.// //I'm not running away from it.// //Don't deny it, baby.// //Shut up. I know what I'm doing.// //Are you sure? Don't hurt yourself.// //I won't. Get out of my head.// //Don't go tomorrow, sugar. Don't go.// //I don't need to listen to you. Who are you to tell me what to do?// //Don't do it, heart.// //Get lost.//
~*~*~*~
The next morning, Ken's alarm clock rang at 8 o'clock. Ken opened his eyes after being rudely awakened by his alarm clock. He sat straight on his bed, shut the plastic thing up and fell back onto his bed. He rolled around. His mission was sixteen hours later. He didn't want to do it. He sighed. He got up again and checked his clock. It read five minutes after eight. He climbed out of bed, grabbing his shirt that was lying peacefully on the ground. Ken only slept in his pants. He went into the bathroom and took his pants off. He turned the tap on. The freezing water made him shiver. But thankfully, the water became warm in a few minutes. He took a quick shower and changed into his coaching uniform. He had to leave early, or he'd lose his job. He took a slice of bed from his cupboard, grabbed his bag, which contained his ball and other necessary equipment inside, and shut the door.
From a corner, a certain redhead dressed completely in white watched Ken leave his house.
The air outside was chilly, as the season was autumn. He looked up. The weather was beautiful; the sky bluer than ever and the clouds seemed to be puffier and whiter than usual. Even the sun seemed to be smiling at him. Ken smiled. He loved autumn, despite the cold weather at night that made him shiver all night long. He headed towards his workplace as the wind playfully ruffled his hair up. Brown, red, orange and yellow leaves played with each other. Ken checked his watch. It read 8:25. He was supposed to be there by 8:45. So he had plenty of time. Ken took a stroll, thinking of what was going to happen that night. He didn't want to go, but, as a part of Weiß, he had to. In truth, he did like Aya, but he was the enemy. Then, a figure in orange slammed right into him. Ken landed on his rear and rubbed his head. He looked opposite him and blushed. It was Aya.
"Aya-san? What are you doing here?" Ken asked, after getting up. "Nothing." Ken noticed that there were bruises on his face. "Aya-san." "Sorry, I have to get going. I'm rushing." "Matte, Aya-san! What happened to you? You're injured." "I-I'm fine." "You sure don't look it." "It's nothing." "I'm not with you." "Really." Then, noticing the bag on the floor, he quickly added, "oh, are you going to play soccer?" "No, actually. I am going to coach the kids." "I see. well, I'd better get going. And so should you." "No, I'm not in a hurry, as a matter of fact. Oh yes, I haven't read your article yet." "Oh, I've been busy lately, so I haven't been able to give my work to the editor." "So I see." "Yes." "Are you sure you're all right? The first time I saw you, you had a cut across your cheek. Now it's bruises." "I'm okay. Really. Don't have to bother about me." "I think. you'd better-" "I don't need anything. I'm perfectly fine and so I don't think I need any attention of any sort." "Yes, but-" "I'm fine, Ken." "All right, but could you drop by this afternoon? Are you free? I would like to talk to you." "Yeah, sure. What's your address?" "I'll meet you at the coffeeshop after my job, okay?" "Okay." They separated and Ken checked his watch. It read 8:35. He had another ten minutes. He walked at a quicker pace this time. His destination was around. thirty feet away? Perhaps so. But it seemed fifty. Just that day. Maybe it was just that day. When he was supposed to exterminate someone he loved.
He reached his locker at 8:40 that day. Usually, he would reach there at 9:05. Maybe it was just that day. Turning the code, he opened his locker and took out his soccer shoes, replacing them with the ones he was wearing. He took his soccer ball, went out of the locker room to the field. He smiled. He felt exceptionally good that day. Maybe it was just that day. "Glad to see you early, Ken-kun," a voice said from behind. Ken turned around. It was Akinami. "Ah. Ohayo, Akinami-san." "Ohayo. Well, I hope you you can be able to come as early like today," he replied, smiling. "I will try to do so, sir." "Thank you," Akinami replied and headed back to his office. By this time, Ken's students started arriving. "Ohayo, Ken-nii-san!" "Ohayo!" Ken replied cheerfully. "Ken-nii-san, are you gonna teach us that new kick again?" one asked. "Yeah, Ken-nii-san! Are you?" another one echoed. "Yep. So I'll need you to be very good today, all right?" ken replied the kids that gathered around him. "OK!" they chorused. //Maybe today won't be such a bad day.// //You look too early into the future, Liebe.// //Shut up. Get out of my mind.// //You know that doesn't work, love.// //Whatever.// //Well, that was simple.// //Anything I do, it's none of your business. So keep away.// //You can't keep me away, love. And you know it.// //Shut up and get lost.// An irritating action interrupted Ken's thoughts. Someone was tugging at his sleeve. Ken looked down. "Yes?" "Ano. Ken-nii-san, could you show us how to do the kick again?" the boy asked quietly. "Of course." The boy's face brightened up. "Thank you!" "Just put the ball in front of you, and aim for the goal. Aim any side - right or left, doesn't matter - so the goalie will think he will have to defend that side. Then quickly, change the direction of the ball you're going to kick and make it quick. If you do that, the goalie will have no time to block the ball from going into the goal," Ken said demonstrating the whole thing [1]. And he did earn a goal. The children watched with impressed faces. "Wow," one of them whispered. "Arigato, Ken-nii-san!" they replied, running off to retrieve the ball. //Kids. They're so cute.// //Of course they are. So young and innocent.// //Shut up.// //But who knows, they might grow up to be killers.// //Get lost.// //Stop saying that, Ken. You're just repeating everything. And it hurts my feelings, Ken.// //So just get away from me.// //You invited Fujimiya Aya to your place, didn't you?// //What I do is none of your business.// //Why, it's all of my business.// //Why?// //Because I like you, Ken.// //Well, guess what? I hate you.// //You will belong to me, Ken-kun.// //Never.// "Soon enough. You will," Schuldig whispered, smirking. "Ken-nii-san! I did it! I did it!" "Great job, Hoshibudou!" Ken replied.
After another six hours [2], Ken finally took his soccer shoes off and wore his other pair. He grabbed his bag and went out. He was sweating despite the cold weather. But he had already cooled off for at least half an hour. Was he still feeling warm from the coaching? No, he was pretty cold, in fact. Maybe it was just that day. He was scared. Was that the reason? Or was there another one? Or perhaps, it was just that day. That's right. At least, that was what it seemed. Remembering that he had to meet Aya, he started walking towards the café.
"Aya-san!" Ken shouted when he saw Aya. He was drinking coffee and reading a magazine. Aya looked up and smiled. "Ken. Have a seat," he said, pulling a chair for Ken. "Thanks," he replied, putting his bag into the chair next to him. "So. what did you ask me out for?" Aya asked. "Do you have pen and paper?" "Yeah. Hold on," Aya reached into his pocket and took out a pad of paper and a pen. "." "As a reporter, you'll need these," Aya replied simply, seeing the surprised look on Ken's face. "Aa." "So.? You haven't replied my question. What did you ask me out for?" Ken scribbled down his address and gave it to Aya. "Drop by today when you're free." "Um. What time?" "Preferably around four." "OK. Sure." "Thank you. I need to get going now," Ken replied, picking his bag up and getting off the chair. He grinned at Aya and stated, "I'll see you later, then." Aya nodded and watched Ken leave. After five minutes, he too got up and went to his headquarters. ~*~*~*~
[1] I have no idea how soccer is played whatsoever, and I know the "new kick" really sucks, but I couldn't think of anything better. ^_^;
[2] No idea how long soccer practises last, so if someone will just update me on them.
Misura: thanks for reviewing! ^_^ Actually, I do hope Schuldig will help Ken on this, too. But then that wouldn't be fun. But, no, I do not want Aya- san to die either, so I'm still making decisions. So to find out, carry on reading! ^_~
Rabid Rabbit: ^_^;;; Okay, thanks for your opinions. I really hope this chapter is much better. So maybe I should not talk that much, ne? Right, so I'll go with you. Thanks for reviewing, in any case.
FireKat: Gomenasai! I changed it without notifying you. I feel really guilty. Thanks for your tips. Will remember them and try to do so. ^_^ Okay, I know that the comments really suck and therefore, I have decided to go with Chapter 1.
Anna Hibiki: Schu appears! ^_^ Nope, your review didn't bother me *at all*. :) Actually, I agree with you. Really. Though I support RanKen. But I hope that this fic wouldn't turn out to be that way. So, I'll try to make Schuldig appear more, and do you think I should make the other Schwarz members appear too? Whether Ken kills Aya is not told in this chapter, so read the next chapter to find out! ^_~
Death Stopper: heh. All right, all right. I'll explain. But after I do, you have to keep reading it!!! ^_^
A/N: okay, I just noticed an error when I was reading through the previous chapters. Between chapter 2 and chapter 3. Chapter 2 is "Aya," but chapter 3 is "Fujimiya." So please ignore the stupidity of my brains. Thank you.
Okay, "Games" is a really sucky title, but I couldn't think of anything else.
Still indecisive of whether I should end this story earlier or just carry it on. Review and tell me, please. Thanks.
The name read "Fujimiya Aya". "Manx," Ken started. "Yes?" "Uh. These men. are they under some other guy? Or something?" "Yes. Why?" "Because.never mind." "All right, so we'll meet here tomorrow night." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay."
Dragging his bag, Ken got onto his motorcycle and went home. He did not want to do the mission, but. Opening the door to his apartment, Ken flipped on the switch. The lights came on, illuminating the place. He checked his clock. It read 12 o'clock. He slumped on his couch. //Gosh. What am I supposed to do?// //I warned you, sweet.// //Get lost. Get away from me.// //But you don't have to do it.// //Shut up. I don't need your advise.// //Stop lying to yourself, Ken. You can't keep running away from it.// //I'm not running away from it.// //Don't deny it, baby.// //Shut up. I know what I'm doing.// //Are you sure? Don't hurt yourself.// //I won't. Get out of my head.// //Don't go tomorrow, sugar. Don't go.// //I don't need to listen to you. Who are you to tell me what to do?// //Don't do it, heart.// //Get lost.//
~*~*~*~
The next morning, Ken's alarm clock rang at 8 o'clock. Ken opened his eyes after being rudely awakened by his alarm clock. He sat straight on his bed, shut the plastic thing up and fell back onto his bed. He rolled around. His mission was sixteen hours later. He didn't want to do it. He sighed. He got up again and checked his clock. It read five minutes after eight. He climbed out of bed, grabbing his shirt that was lying peacefully on the ground. Ken only slept in his pants. He went into the bathroom and took his pants off. He turned the tap on. The freezing water made him shiver. But thankfully, the water became warm in a few minutes. He took a quick shower and changed into his coaching uniform. He had to leave early, or he'd lose his job. He took a slice of bed from his cupboard, grabbed his bag, which contained his ball and other necessary equipment inside, and shut the door.
From a corner, a certain redhead dressed completely in white watched Ken leave his house.
The air outside was chilly, as the season was autumn. He looked up. The weather was beautiful; the sky bluer than ever and the clouds seemed to be puffier and whiter than usual. Even the sun seemed to be smiling at him. Ken smiled. He loved autumn, despite the cold weather at night that made him shiver all night long. He headed towards his workplace as the wind playfully ruffled his hair up. Brown, red, orange and yellow leaves played with each other. Ken checked his watch. It read 8:25. He was supposed to be there by 8:45. So he had plenty of time. Ken took a stroll, thinking of what was going to happen that night. He didn't want to go, but, as a part of Weiß, he had to. In truth, he did like Aya, but he was the enemy. Then, a figure in orange slammed right into him. Ken landed on his rear and rubbed his head. He looked opposite him and blushed. It was Aya.
"Aya-san? What are you doing here?" Ken asked, after getting up. "Nothing." Ken noticed that there were bruises on his face. "Aya-san." "Sorry, I have to get going. I'm rushing." "Matte, Aya-san! What happened to you? You're injured." "I-I'm fine." "You sure don't look it." "It's nothing." "I'm not with you." "Really." Then, noticing the bag on the floor, he quickly added, "oh, are you going to play soccer?" "No, actually. I am going to coach the kids." "I see. well, I'd better get going. And so should you." "No, I'm not in a hurry, as a matter of fact. Oh yes, I haven't read your article yet." "Oh, I've been busy lately, so I haven't been able to give my work to the editor." "So I see." "Yes." "Are you sure you're all right? The first time I saw you, you had a cut across your cheek. Now it's bruises." "I'm okay. Really. Don't have to bother about me." "I think. you'd better-" "I don't need anything. I'm perfectly fine and so I don't think I need any attention of any sort." "Yes, but-" "I'm fine, Ken." "All right, but could you drop by this afternoon? Are you free? I would like to talk to you." "Yeah, sure. What's your address?" "I'll meet you at the coffeeshop after my job, okay?" "Okay." They separated and Ken checked his watch. It read 8:35. He had another ten minutes. He walked at a quicker pace this time. His destination was around. thirty feet away? Perhaps so. But it seemed fifty. Just that day. Maybe it was just that day. When he was supposed to exterminate someone he loved.
He reached his locker at 8:40 that day. Usually, he would reach there at 9:05. Maybe it was just that day. Turning the code, he opened his locker and took out his soccer shoes, replacing them with the ones he was wearing. He took his soccer ball, went out of the locker room to the field. He smiled. He felt exceptionally good that day. Maybe it was just that day. "Glad to see you early, Ken-kun," a voice said from behind. Ken turned around. It was Akinami. "Ah. Ohayo, Akinami-san." "Ohayo. Well, I hope you you can be able to come as early like today," he replied, smiling. "I will try to do so, sir." "Thank you," Akinami replied and headed back to his office. By this time, Ken's students started arriving. "Ohayo, Ken-nii-san!" "Ohayo!" Ken replied cheerfully. "Ken-nii-san, are you gonna teach us that new kick again?" one asked. "Yeah, Ken-nii-san! Are you?" another one echoed. "Yep. So I'll need you to be very good today, all right?" ken replied the kids that gathered around him. "OK!" they chorused. //Maybe today won't be such a bad day.// //You look too early into the future, Liebe.// //Shut up. Get out of my mind.// //You know that doesn't work, love.// //Whatever.// //Well, that was simple.// //Anything I do, it's none of your business. So keep away.// //You can't keep me away, love. And you know it.// //Shut up and get lost.// An irritating action interrupted Ken's thoughts. Someone was tugging at his sleeve. Ken looked down. "Yes?" "Ano. Ken-nii-san, could you show us how to do the kick again?" the boy asked quietly. "Of course." The boy's face brightened up. "Thank you!" "Just put the ball in front of you, and aim for the goal. Aim any side - right or left, doesn't matter - so the goalie will think he will have to defend that side. Then quickly, change the direction of the ball you're going to kick and make it quick. If you do that, the goalie will have no time to block the ball from going into the goal," Ken said demonstrating the whole thing [1]. And he did earn a goal. The children watched with impressed faces. "Wow," one of them whispered. "Arigato, Ken-nii-san!" they replied, running off to retrieve the ball. //Kids. They're so cute.// //Of course they are. So young and innocent.// //Shut up.// //But who knows, they might grow up to be killers.// //Get lost.// //Stop saying that, Ken. You're just repeating everything. And it hurts my feelings, Ken.// //So just get away from me.// //You invited Fujimiya Aya to your place, didn't you?// //What I do is none of your business.// //Why, it's all of my business.// //Why?// //Because I like you, Ken.// //Well, guess what? I hate you.// //You will belong to me, Ken-kun.// //Never.// "Soon enough. You will," Schuldig whispered, smirking. "Ken-nii-san! I did it! I did it!" "Great job, Hoshibudou!" Ken replied.
After another six hours [2], Ken finally took his soccer shoes off and wore his other pair. He grabbed his bag and went out. He was sweating despite the cold weather. But he had already cooled off for at least half an hour. Was he still feeling warm from the coaching? No, he was pretty cold, in fact. Maybe it was just that day. He was scared. Was that the reason? Or was there another one? Or perhaps, it was just that day. That's right. At least, that was what it seemed. Remembering that he had to meet Aya, he started walking towards the café.
"Aya-san!" Ken shouted when he saw Aya. He was drinking coffee and reading a magazine. Aya looked up and smiled. "Ken. Have a seat," he said, pulling a chair for Ken. "Thanks," he replied, putting his bag into the chair next to him. "So. what did you ask me out for?" Aya asked. "Do you have pen and paper?" "Yeah. Hold on," Aya reached into his pocket and took out a pad of paper and a pen. "." "As a reporter, you'll need these," Aya replied simply, seeing the surprised look on Ken's face. "Aa." "So.? You haven't replied my question. What did you ask me out for?" Ken scribbled down his address and gave it to Aya. "Drop by today when you're free." "Um. What time?" "Preferably around four." "OK. Sure." "Thank you. I need to get going now," Ken replied, picking his bag up and getting off the chair. He grinned at Aya and stated, "I'll see you later, then." Aya nodded and watched Ken leave. After five minutes, he too got up and went to his headquarters. ~*~*~*~
[1] I have no idea how soccer is played whatsoever, and I know the "new kick" really sucks, but I couldn't think of anything better. ^_^;
[2] No idea how long soccer practises last, so if someone will just update me on them.
Misura: thanks for reviewing! ^_^ Actually, I do hope Schuldig will help Ken on this, too. But then that wouldn't be fun. But, no, I do not want Aya- san to die either, so I'm still making decisions. So to find out, carry on reading! ^_~
Rabid Rabbit: ^_^;;; Okay, thanks for your opinions. I really hope this chapter is much better. So maybe I should not talk that much, ne? Right, so I'll go with you. Thanks for reviewing, in any case.
FireKat: Gomenasai! I changed it without notifying you. I feel really guilty. Thanks for your tips. Will remember them and try to do so. ^_^ Okay, I know that the comments really suck and therefore, I have decided to go with Chapter 1.
Anna Hibiki: Schu appears! ^_^ Nope, your review didn't bother me *at all*. :) Actually, I agree with you. Really. Though I support RanKen. But I hope that this fic wouldn't turn out to be that way. So, I'll try to make Schuldig appear more, and do you think I should make the other Schwarz members appear too? Whether Ken kills Aya is not told in this chapter, so read the next chapter to find out! ^_~
Death Stopper: heh. All right, all right. I'll explain. But after I do, you have to keep reading it!!! ^_^
A/N: okay, I just noticed an error when I was reading through the previous chapters. Between chapter 2 and chapter 3. Chapter 2 is "Aya," but chapter 3 is "Fujimiya." So please ignore the stupidity of my brains. Thank you.
Okay, "Games" is a really sucky title, but I couldn't think of anything else.
Still indecisive of whether I should end this story earlier or just carry it on. Review and tell me, please. Thanks.