Disclaimer: Weiss does not belong to me and never will as much as I would
like it to.
Note: Just a small note to thank my old readers: thanks so much for waiting patiently for every chapter. I know I take really long to update, but sometimes I just have no inspiration. *sigh* Thanks to my new readers: I hope you'll like this story and you'll review it. But if this isn't your type, then go look for another fic, yeah?
OOC for Aya. Ken, I'm not too sure.
"Reporting."
"Code."
"902765."
"Enter."
Heavy metal sliding doors slid aside and allowed a redhead to step in.
"News?" asked a cold, harsh voice.
"No, master."
The ends of the master's mouth twitched.
"Slice him," the master commanded.
Several men hidden all around pounced on the redhead. He struggled, but was unable to defeat the people who held him down. One of them held a long, sharp, thin knife. He brought it down to the redhead's cheek and long, sharp, thin blade sliced the redhead's skin. He winced, but made no sound.
The master gave a small, cruel laugh. "Painful. Yes, indeed, pain is something we are all terrified of. We fear pain. But what is real pain?"
The redhead remained silent.
"Meet at the appointed place tonight."
"Yes, sir," the redhead replied.
"Don't forgot."
"I won't, sir."
The several men on the redhead got off him. He stood up, wiped his bloody cheek and left.
~*~*~*~
It was 3.45 when Aya reached the door of Ken's house. He wondered if Ken was in.
//Perhaps it's still too early.// the redhead thought.
//No, it's not.// came a reply. Aya tensed. //Go on; knock on the door. Go on.//
Aya hesitated; but obediently knocked on the brunette's door. To his surprise, there was an answer.
"Coming!" was the reply and Aya recognised the familiar friendly voice. The door opened and amethyst eyes met with chocolate ones.
"Aya-san! Aren't you ear-wait. Now what happened to you?" Ken cut his own sentence off when he noticed the cut across the redhead's cheek.
"Nothing. I just - fell and got this cut. Yeah," Aya replied, unsure that the story he chopped up would convince the over-reacting friend of his.
"I don't think so. Come in; I'll get some ointment for you," Ken said as he stepped back. Aya entered and Ken closed the door behind him. "Just sit on the sofa or anywhere else you're comfortable with. I'll go get the ointment."
Aya nodded and Ken left him alone in the living room. He was walking around, looking at the pictures Ken had when he came upon one with a group of children and him in the middle, holding a football. He was squatting while the rest of the children were all standing around him.
//This must be the team he coaches.//
Then he left the pictures. He looked around the living room instead. There was a bookshelf at the left side of the room and a football beside it. The room was very neat, except for a few things lying here and there on the coffee table. His eyes darted over to a magazine on a table beside the sofa. There was a picture beside it. Aya's interest wasn't in the magazine, but in the picture. He walked closer. The picture was of a lady and a man; the background was a waterfall. Both were smiling so happily. It reminded Aya of his sister, how he'd use to take her for morning walks in the field nearby when both of them were very young. Aya was given the responsibility of taking care of his sister; a responsibility that made him feel mature. But he was not responsible enough, or so he thought. If he had been responsible, he wouldn't have caused the death of his parents and his sister wouldn't be in a coma in the hospital. *Aya* wouldn't be in the hospital.
His real name was Ran, but feeling that he didn't have the honour to live up to his name, he changed it. He felt guilty, for having taken on the responsibility, but not doing it well. Aya, or rather, Ran shook his head. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He looked back at the picture. The man, whom Ran recognised as Ken, had his arm around the lady. The lady was holding a bottle of water in one hand and was leaning against Ken. She had light brown hair. Then, then picture was put flat down. Ran, taken by surprise, looked up. Ken was looking away. Ran straightened up.
"I'm sorry."
Silence.
"Look, Ken, I didn't mean to-"
"It's all right. It doesn't matter. She's dead anyway."
"Ken, I-I mean, I was just looking around and I saw this picture and I-it reminded me of my past," Ran finally said after stuttering so much.
Ken turned to look at Ran. "Your past?"
"Yes. My sister and my parents. I killed my parents. I put my sister into a coma."
"Aya," Ken said in surprise.
Ran looked down. "Don't call me Aya. My real name is Ran. Aya was just my sister's name. How stupid of me. I'm pathetic. Having my own name and not being proud of it, but changed it to a girl's name. Tell me, aren't I pathetic?"
"Well, it's time for you to buck up then."
Ran looked up.
"No matter how much has happened, it's over. There's no need to brood over it. It's over; you can't turn back time. You can't go back to the past and change everything. You can't revive your parents from the dead; you can't change the fact that your sister is in a coma in the hospital. No matter what you've done; what you do; what you're going to do, it's all going to be over someday. Don't brood over it, all right? Like for myself. The girl in the picture; she's my girlfriend. But I caused her death. I didn't kill her directly, no. but I don't even remember how I caused her death. And I don't want to. Because if I do, then it would be an unhappy thought. An unhappy memory. So I won't remember it."
Ran couldn't control himself. He walked up to Ken and put his arms around him and gave Ken a light embrace. "Thank you," he whispered, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall any moment. "Thank you so much."
Ken blushed and just stood there, smiling, happy that he was able to make his friend forget the old, painful memories and make new, happy ones.
Ran let go of Ken and sat on the sofa. Ken sat down beside him. He opened the cap of the bottle of ointment he had in his palm. He applied some onto a finger and carefully put it on the cut. It stung, Ken knew, but it couldn't be worse than having memories of being a killer. Being a member of Weiss.
"I'm done," Ken replied and screwed the cap back onto the bottle.
"Thank you."
"Welcome."
"I suppose I'll go back now, then."
"Aya-"
"Ran."
"OK, then. Ran-san, could I just ask a question?"
"Yes?"
"Where will you be the day after tomorrow?"
"I'll-not be in Japan. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. Just curious."
"I have to go now."
"All right."
Both of them got up and walked to the door. "Take care when you're not in Japan, all right?" Ken said.
"I will, don't worry."
Ken opened the door and let Ran out. But as soon as he closed the door, tears fell.
"I'll miss you."
A/N: are there any errors at all? Apologies if there are. And if it's not up to standard, feel free to flame me. I mean it this time. I wrote this bloody chapter at 2 in the morning. Damn tired.
Note: Just a small note to thank my old readers: thanks so much for waiting patiently for every chapter. I know I take really long to update, but sometimes I just have no inspiration. *sigh* Thanks to my new readers: I hope you'll like this story and you'll review it. But if this isn't your type, then go look for another fic, yeah?
OOC for Aya. Ken, I'm not too sure.
"Reporting."
"Code."
"902765."
"Enter."
Heavy metal sliding doors slid aside and allowed a redhead to step in.
"News?" asked a cold, harsh voice.
"No, master."
The ends of the master's mouth twitched.
"Slice him," the master commanded.
Several men hidden all around pounced on the redhead. He struggled, but was unable to defeat the people who held him down. One of them held a long, sharp, thin knife. He brought it down to the redhead's cheek and long, sharp, thin blade sliced the redhead's skin. He winced, but made no sound.
The master gave a small, cruel laugh. "Painful. Yes, indeed, pain is something we are all terrified of. We fear pain. But what is real pain?"
The redhead remained silent.
"Meet at the appointed place tonight."
"Yes, sir," the redhead replied.
"Don't forgot."
"I won't, sir."
The several men on the redhead got off him. He stood up, wiped his bloody cheek and left.
~*~*~*~
It was 3.45 when Aya reached the door of Ken's house. He wondered if Ken was in.
//Perhaps it's still too early.// the redhead thought.
//No, it's not.// came a reply. Aya tensed. //Go on; knock on the door. Go on.//
Aya hesitated; but obediently knocked on the brunette's door. To his surprise, there was an answer.
"Coming!" was the reply and Aya recognised the familiar friendly voice. The door opened and amethyst eyes met with chocolate ones.
"Aya-san! Aren't you ear-wait. Now what happened to you?" Ken cut his own sentence off when he noticed the cut across the redhead's cheek.
"Nothing. I just - fell and got this cut. Yeah," Aya replied, unsure that the story he chopped up would convince the over-reacting friend of his.
"I don't think so. Come in; I'll get some ointment for you," Ken said as he stepped back. Aya entered and Ken closed the door behind him. "Just sit on the sofa or anywhere else you're comfortable with. I'll go get the ointment."
Aya nodded and Ken left him alone in the living room. He was walking around, looking at the pictures Ken had when he came upon one with a group of children and him in the middle, holding a football. He was squatting while the rest of the children were all standing around him.
//This must be the team he coaches.//
Then he left the pictures. He looked around the living room instead. There was a bookshelf at the left side of the room and a football beside it. The room was very neat, except for a few things lying here and there on the coffee table. His eyes darted over to a magazine on a table beside the sofa. There was a picture beside it. Aya's interest wasn't in the magazine, but in the picture. He walked closer. The picture was of a lady and a man; the background was a waterfall. Both were smiling so happily. It reminded Aya of his sister, how he'd use to take her for morning walks in the field nearby when both of them were very young. Aya was given the responsibility of taking care of his sister; a responsibility that made him feel mature. But he was not responsible enough, or so he thought. If he had been responsible, he wouldn't have caused the death of his parents and his sister wouldn't be in a coma in the hospital. *Aya* wouldn't be in the hospital.
His real name was Ran, but feeling that he didn't have the honour to live up to his name, he changed it. He felt guilty, for having taken on the responsibility, but not doing it well. Aya, or rather, Ran shook his head. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He looked back at the picture. The man, whom Ran recognised as Ken, had his arm around the lady. The lady was holding a bottle of water in one hand and was leaning against Ken. She had light brown hair. Then, then picture was put flat down. Ran, taken by surprise, looked up. Ken was looking away. Ran straightened up.
"I'm sorry."
Silence.
"Look, Ken, I didn't mean to-"
"It's all right. It doesn't matter. She's dead anyway."
"Ken, I-I mean, I was just looking around and I saw this picture and I-it reminded me of my past," Ran finally said after stuttering so much.
Ken turned to look at Ran. "Your past?"
"Yes. My sister and my parents. I killed my parents. I put my sister into a coma."
"Aya," Ken said in surprise.
Ran looked down. "Don't call me Aya. My real name is Ran. Aya was just my sister's name. How stupid of me. I'm pathetic. Having my own name and not being proud of it, but changed it to a girl's name. Tell me, aren't I pathetic?"
"Well, it's time for you to buck up then."
Ran looked up.
"No matter how much has happened, it's over. There's no need to brood over it. It's over; you can't turn back time. You can't go back to the past and change everything. You can't revive your parents from the dead; you can't change the fact that your sister is in a coma in the hospital. No matter what you've done; what you do; what you're going to do, it's all going to be over someday. Don't brood over it, all right? Like for myself. The girl in the picture; she's my girlfriend. But I caused her death. I didn't kill her directly, no. but I don't even remember how I caused her death. And I don't want to. Because if I do, then it would be an unhappy thought. An unhappy memory. So I won't remember it."
Ran couldn't control himself. He walked up to Ken and put his arms around him and gave Ken a light embrace. "Thank you," he whispered, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall any moment. "Thank you so much."
Ken blushed and just stood there, smiling, happy that he was able to make his friend forget the old, painful memories and make new, happy ones.
Ran let go of Ken and sat on the sofa. Ken sat down beside him. He opened the cap of the bottle of ointment he had in his palm. He applied some onto a finger and carefully put it on the cut. It stung, Ken knew, but it couldn't be worse than having memories of being a killer. Being a member of Weiss.
"I'm done," Ken replied and screwed the cap back onto the bottle.
"Thank you."
"Welcome."
"I suppose I'll go back now, then."
"Aya-"
"Ran."
"OK, then. Ran-san, could I just ask a question?"
"Yes?"
"Where will you be the day after tomorrow?"
"I'll-not be in Japan. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. Just curious."
"I have to go now."
"All right."
Both of them got up and walked to the door. "Take care when you're not in Japan, all right?" Ken said.
"I will, don't worry."
Ken opened the door and let Ran out. But as soon as he closed the door, tears fell.
"I'll miss you."
A/N: are there any errors at all? Apologies if there are. And if it's not up to standard, feel free to flame me. I mean it this time. I wrote this bloody chapter at 2 in the morning. Damn tired.