Title: Lavender

Author: Sardius

Category: Romance

Warnings: PG-13

Pairings: Yohji/Aya

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz belongs to Project Weiss and Lavender is written and directed by Riley Ip Kam-hung. I'm just a poor student with a crappy old PC.

Author's Note: Sardius has gone nuts again. I was staring at, and trying to work out FM, when my head started to hurt. Then I thought I'd work on colours but realised I had no plot to continue with, so maybe some ranken…but I'm not in the mood for ranken! So in the end I wrote another new fic. Please help me!!!

Okay enough of that, this is kinda based on the chinese movie, "Lavender" with Kelly Chen and Takeshi Kaneshiro (Gum sing-mo). So most of u probably hasn't seen it. It's about an angel that suddenly crashed into Kelly's canopy and couldn't fly back because of a broken wing. However in order to stay alive the angel needs human love. Yeah its one of those romantic movies and I thought writing Yohji as an angel would be fun - except I won't be following the actual plot of the movie, just the beginning and the end, but the characters I will try to keep in character. Enjoy and tell me what u think!!!

Chapter One: A Visitor

"Oniichan! Over here!"

"Aya can't you play by yourself for a while. I've got work to do."

"Pleasesssseeeee! Come on, you're always reading that book! Can't you have fun with me?"

"…"

"That means yes."

"Aya…."

"Come on Oniichan!"

Aya pouted at me as I eventually gave in and put my book aside. Her beautiful hazel eyes lightened up, smiling up at me as she clung onto my arm dragging me to the nearest candy store. I laughed as we raced down towards the Tokyo streets, her laughter echoing in my ears, making me smile at the ray of happiness she placed inside my heart.

That had been a year ago.

Aya was killed in a car accident a few days later afterwards.

Then… I was left alone. With no parents, no family, nothing. I remember how during my childhood, our parents were always too busy with their business to look after Aya and me. So in the end I looked after Aya as if she was my child. Taking her to school, making her lunch, helping her with her homework. Even sometimes when her voice got intolerable, I didn't mind because she was the only person I've ever loved in this world.

Aya was more than just my little sister.

She was the light that burned so brightly in my heart.

Now…that light too has disappeared.

Tonight was like any other night. I stood outside of the balcony looking down towards the streets, seeing the light sparkling and glittering as the cars moved within the busy traffic. But here in the apartment there was only my lonesome self.

I shivered as the cold wind blew softly against my cheek, chilling me in spite of the warm orange sweater I was wearing. I rubbed my hands together and blew on them slightly to warm them up as I grabbed onto the orange balloon next to me.

Orange was Aya's favourite colour. That was probably one of the reason why she insisted I wear this sweater most of the time.

I could remember people staring at me while I walked down the street, muttering about my fashion sense. I guess they were right, orange and red don't go very well together. But the sweater was a gift from Aya and it means a lot to me.

I long ago stopped caring about what others think of me.

My hands shook slightly as I wrote onto the balloon, making squeaking noises when I pressed the pen too hard onto the rubber surface.

The stars are beautiful tonight Aya.

I hope you are happy whenever you are.

Love Ran

Each day on my way back from work I'd visit the man down my street and purchase a balloon from him. He would always ask me the same question, "How many?" and I'd always give the same answer, "Just one."

I don't know why we do that. Maybe we both understand each other to know what it feels like to lose someone so close to you. So ever since her death, each night I would write my message onto the orange balloon, hoping Aya would receive my message in the heavens above.

It's ridiculous don't you think?

But it's the only thing I can do for her.

I smiled sadly as I let the balloon escape from my fingers, watching it slowly drift towards the sky. The wind pushing it further and further away from my eyes until all I could see was an orange orb floating in the night.

I wonder if Aya is still watching me from above.

Maybe she has a large collection of balloons by now.

I turned away from the balcony and went inside my apartment grateful to find it was warmer than the chilly air outside.

I went inside my bedroom and crawled under the sheets as I stared up at the ceiling.

Everyday is the same.

Every night I am alone by myself.

I buried my head deeper into the pillow, hiding the tears that were threatening to come out as I hugged my shivering body closer.

"I miss you Aya." I whispered.

But my voice only echoed in the cold empty room.

No one will hear my cries except for me.

No one's left in this world to love me.

[CRASHHH~~~!!!!!!]

I jumped up as my eyes widened at the crash that exploded outside of my room. A sudden feeling of fear loomed inside my heart as I quickly scrambled out of bed and clutched my katana close to me, my hands shaking slightly.

I tried to calm myself down, telling myself that if it was a burglar trying to break into my house and that I had to keep my wits about me. Still, common sense told me that you don't break into a house by trying to knock it down.

My heart thundered loudly in my ear as I opened the door of my bedroom and stepped outside.

Nothing. The apartment was just as I had left it before. The lounge room still sported a few books I'd left around last night; the kitchen I had cleaned when I had finished cooking dinner a few hours ago. Everything was in place when suddenly I heard some muttered curses and a rumble of broken pots scattering onto the ground.

The balcony!

I gripped my katana tightly in my hands, instinct told me I had to be as quiet as possible in case the burglar realised there was someone in the house. I tiptoed quietly on the smooth wooden floor; my eyes darting back and forth in anxiety as if someone would leap out of nowhere and try to kill me all of a sudden.

Come on Ran. You're almost there.

The voice outside of the balcony was getting louder now. Maybe the burglar had decided to not break in after all…

No no no. Just open the door Ran.

I shook my head and touched the pommel softly, my heart beating faster by the minute. It was dark; the only light source coming from my apartment was in my bedroom and right now even that room seemed too far away from where I was standing.

Okay…on the count of three.

I gripped the handle as I tightened the grip on my katana at the same time.

One…. two…. THREE!

I burst into the balcony my sword raised threateningly in front of me as I shouted:

"DON'T MOVE!"

But what greeted me was the most horrible thing I had ever seen.

A thing with dark hair tumbling around its face, its eye glowing bright green, like a cat's eyes staring at me in shock and horror, its face as white as a ghost's and sporting these incredible white things sprouting from his its back.

I screamed.

I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door locking it securely.

Kami-sama! It's a monster. It's trying to kill me.

Those eyes, it was so horrible, like it was trying to freeze me on the spot.

What am I going to do? What am I going to do?

I realised I still had my katana gripped tightly in my hands but they were shaking so badly it was a surprise I hadn't dropped the thing by now.

Oh God! Should I call the police?

Fuck! As if they would believe me!

I grabbed the telephone closest to me and dialled 999. My eyes kept darting towards the door thinking that the monster would burst into my room any moment.

"Tokyo Police Centre."

"There's a monster in my house! It's white and it has green eyes and there are things growing out from its back!"

"…. Sir…if you would just calm down and tell me about the problem slowly."

Stupid police! Are they even listening to me???

"I said there is a green eyed monster in my home threatening to kill me. Someone has to come and help me!"

"…A green eyed monster?"

"Hai."

"Things growing out of his back."

"Hai!"

"And it's trying to kill you."

"Hai! Please you have to help me!"

"…"

"Errr…sir. I can feel your disquiet but it isn't necessary to use the emergency line for some practical joke."

"I'm not lying! There is a monster trying to kill me."

"I'm sure it will go away in a matter of minutes."

"No! You don't understand! It really is here!"

"Good night to you sir."

"No wait!"

But no answer was forthcoming over the line.

I flung the phone away and gritted my teeth.

I don't care what that thing out there is; it isn't going to scare me!

Okay. This is it. All I have to do is get out there and threaten to kill it. It will be okay. There is no such thing as green-eyed monsters. They are only children's stories.

I kept walking around the room hoping to clear my head and opened the door.

Everything was still the same as it was just minutes ago.

Maybe it is still on the balcony.

Once again I walked quietly on the cold wooden floor, my katana this time was held dangerously in front of me as I crept closer to that thing outside.

Then suddenly I heard a loud noise and the door were swung opened.

I found myself face-to-face and staring at the green-eye monster.

I screamed… again.

"No wait! Goddamn it! I'm not a ghost!"

It…it can talk?

I only began to realise then as I looked closely at him that the green eye monster I was referring to was actually a human very much like myself, but for the lack of white things on my back.

"God…could you help me here. My back really hurts."

I could only stare up at him in awe as I helped him to sit down on my couch, my katana never out of my grasp.

"What…what are you?"

The green eyes human looked at me with a mischievous grin on his face as he blew a few locks of blonde hair covered in fine white dust away from his eyes.

"I'm an angel."

Okay…Am I hearing this right? An angel.

I gaped at him unable to close my jaw.

Then he laughed at me and coughed, shaking white mortar dust all over in my clean lounge room.

"Hey do you have anything to cleanse my wings with?"

I mutely nodded at him and went into the kitchen to grab my first aid kit.

So those things at the back of his body were wings.

An angel.

What am I thinking about helping an angel sitting outside of my lounge room?

I must have gone terribly insane.

TBC~~~~

That was the first chapter folks. Sorry Ran was not in character in this part but I guess he's not Aya so that should be okay. I wanted to write something a bit out of the angst category. Yeah even the angst is getting too much for me. *smirk*

Hope you enjoy this part and PLEASE let me know what you think. Do you think I should continue it?

I've never written something like this before so kinda wondered if ppl like it. Anyway back to working on FM…still dunno who to choose. Ken Yohji Ken Yohji….I am thinking of writing two endings. What u think?

Once again a huge thanks to Lilla for beta-reading this chapter for me. So much easier to read now. Sigh…

Thanks.

Sardius