"What It Would Be Like"
Series: Weiß Kreuz
By: Shukujo Kurai
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss...x_X
Pairing: YxR/RxY
Rating: R
Warnings: OOC, shounen-ai, supernatural, etc...
Author's note: Think Steven King's 'The Dead Zone'...and think Aya as Johnny. ¬_¬;
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I sit on the edge of the windowsill, leaning more than anything. I'm still trying to figure out everything that I saw earlier. Was all that from Youji's mind? I really hate this. My head hurts...
I hear footsteps padding gently down the steps and my mind immediately scans through my memories to determine who's coming. Ken's out playing soccer and Omi's at school. Youji and I are taking our lunch break. The answer's obvious enough.
"What do you want?" I ask before the footsteps even reach the bottom step.
"Sheesh..." I hear Youji grumble, "Who pissed in your Cheerios?" He asks.
I assume that he's attempting to be funny. I am not amused in the least.
He gets the picture that his comment did not earn even an insult in reply. "Look...about earlier..."
"Forget it." I interrupt. I don't want him to think about it. Personally, I don't even want to know, much less think about it.
"But..."
"I said forget it." I repeat myself, something that I'm infamous for hating to do.
I can hear his soft footsteps coming up behind me. "Here..." He whispers as he hands me the piece of paper that I had written on in a moment of self-pity.
I hesitantly take it, not wanting him to have it to blackmail me with later, and am sucked in once again.
This time I can feel a strong sense of rejection and sadness along with images of two dead women.
I can't force myself to pull away from the paper that he's still holding.
I can hear a heart racing, beating in a frantic manner...almost echoing. I feel the fear that went along with the memory...the fear of being discovered. Now I can hear a booming voice, angry and apparently drunken. It's yelling at someone, telling them just how worthless they are and how much they want to hurt them.
Youji pulls away just as the voice mentions something about one of the dead women...the one I saw the first time.
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There it is again. That comforting feeling that I've been getting around Aya lately. I grip the folded paper, not wanting to lose that feeling.
I make the mistake of looking down at Aya, whose eyes are wide and haunted, his face more blank than usual.
I release the paper.
"You okay?" I ask, knowing that I probably won't get much of an answer, if one at all.
Aya just grunts and focuses on something else.
I stay where I am for a minute, just watching Aya try to clear his mind. I want to know what's going on.
"Aya?" I lay my hand on his shoulder as I call his name.
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Just as I've almost got those images, feelings, and voices out of my mind, Youji touches me again and I go right back into the deepest bowels of his mind.
This time I can feel heavy lust, almost like it's directed at me...
"Stop. Touching. Me." I command as I knock his hand away.
He looks at me like I've grown another head. "That's the first time I've touched you all day..."
For some reason, this conversation sounds incredibly dirty to me. "Well, stop handing me things. Stop being near me. Just get the hell away from me!" I finally shout, making Youji take a cautious step backward.
I'm not an idiot. I spot the opening and take it, walking quickly back down to the shop where I know that he won't dare bring this up.
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Well, THAT was probably THE weirdest thing that's ever happened to me...
Not really...I guess growing up on the streets can show you some pretty freakish shit, but that was pretty damn freakish.
It was almost like Aya was panicking. About what, I'm not sure.
But Kudou Youji doesn't give up quite that easily.
I follow the redhead back down to the shop. I know what he's thinking. He probably thinks that I won't bother him around people...that I'll be too busy flirting with girls to pay any attention to him.
Wrong-o, Aya-baby.
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He's following me, that damn idiot...why can't he just leave me the hell alone?
I slip my apron over my head and go about my business, doing my best to ignore Youji, who keeps staring at me.
A few people flit around the shop, talking amongst themselves. I ignore them, as per usual.
After a woman decides to buy a bunch of chrysanthemums, I walk over with her to ring up her order and I can feel Youji's eyes watching my every move. She's chattering about how her late son was born in October and how chrysanthemums are October's flower.
As if _I_, a florist, didn't know that already.
She asks what this month's flower is and I dully point to a vase nearby. She frowns and asks what they are.
"Pear blossoms." I reply, waiting for her to drop the proper amount of yen onto the counter.
She looks at me like I'm insane. I'm really starting to hate that look. She then proceeds to shove the money into my hand, unknowingly giving me a glimpse of her life.
Images of a robbery come blasting into my mind. It's a quaint little store that sold knickknacks, maybe where her son worked. She's chatting pleasantly with the young clerk, a boy about Ken's age, when a masked man comes in, waving his gun all about. Sometime, during the confusion and ducking patrons, the clerk goes for the gun. I can hear the gunshot resound in the air and her scream as she crawls over to the boy, screaming his name as she tries to put pressure on the chest wound. The robber grabs the open cash drawer, empties it, and flees, only getting away with about 75 American dollars.
"Excuse me?" She asks as she releases the yen into my hand, waiting for her change.
"Gomen..." I whisper and hand her the change.
I'm at a funeral this time. A young girl with pigtails, covered in dirt and grime, comes up to the open coffin with a single poppy in her hands. She places it gently on his chest, directly over the covered wound. The mother starts to cry and the little girl goes over to her, whispering something in her crude English. /In the flower, forever, he will live on./
The woman starts to gather her things and I ask her to wait a second before striding into the back room. I really don't know why I'm doing this...maybe because I sort of identify with her. 'Aya-chan...'
I come back out and hand her a single red poppy that I've cut exactly like the one in her memory.
She looks at me with apparent wonder, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "How?" She finally stammers out, her hands clutching the bouquet and the poppy.
I shake my head, not wanting to convey the fact that I don't know.
"I had almost forgotten about her...Today is the anniversary of my son's death. Did you know him?" She asks, her teary eyes glimmering up at me.
"I remember reading about it." I murmur the innocent lie. It sounds so much better than telling her that I saw it in her mind when she handed me the money for the bouquet.
She gently touches my arm and back into her mind I go. I can't tell you how annoying and inconvenient this is...
I see her leaving the Koneko, her face turned toward the bouquet, not watching the street that she is crossing. A man driving an 18-wheeler slams on his brakes, locking the wheels and unable to stop from slamming into her.
"Let me walk you to your car." I offer quickly, before she can get more than a few steps away.
She looks back at me and smiles before nodding her head.
We walk out and she's doing the exact same thing, burying her face in her flowers as she remembers her son.
"Watch out." I warn as she almost steps out in front of the 18-wheeler; my arm extending of its own accord to halt her.
The driver seems slightly angry that she wasn't watching where she was going, but I can tell that he's glad that I was there to stop her.
"Oh...gomen nasai..." She whispers, amazed at what just transpired in the last few seconds. "Doumo arigatou..."
I nod as a man comes running up to us. "Oh Kami-sama...Are you okay, dear?"
She tells him that she's fine, she just wasn't paying attention.
"I'll drive." He ushers her to the passenger's seat and pauses to speak with me. "It's the first anniversary of our son's death...you'll have to excuse her."
I nod.
"Thank you for watching out for her...I don't think I could stand losing her as well." He bows and gets into the driver's seat, waving before he pulls away.
I sigh and walk back into the Koneko where Youji's waiting for me, an expectant look on his face.
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TBC
Hope you enjoyed chapter one! Be sure to tell me what you think by either reviewing or emailing me.
~ Kurai
Series: Weiß Kreuz
By: Shukujo Kurai
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss...x_X
Pairing: YxR/RxY
Rating: R
Warnings: OOC, shounen-ai, supernatural, etc...
Author's note: Think Steven King's 'The Dead Zone'...and think Aya as Johnny. ¬_¬;
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I sit on the edge of the windowsill, leaning more than anything. I'm still trying to figure out everything that I saw earlier. Was all that from Youji's mind? I really hate this. My head hurts...
I hear footsteps padding gently down the steps and my mind immediately scans through my memories to determine who's coming. Ken's out playing soccer and Omi's at school. Youji and I are taking our lunch break. The answer's obvious enough.
"What do you want?" I ask before the footsteps even reach the bottom step.
"Sheesh..." I hear Youji grumble, "Who pissed in your Cheerios?" He asks.
I assume that he's attempting to be funny. I am not amused in the least.
He gets the picture that his comment did not earn even an insult in reply. "Look...about earlier..."
"Forget it." I interrupt. I don't want him to think about it. Personally, I don't even want to know, much less think about it.
"But..."
"I said forget it." I repeat myself, something that I'm infamous for hating to do.
I can hear his soft footsteps coming up behind me. "Here..." He whispers as he hands me the piece of paper that I had written on in a moment of self-pity.
I hesitantly take it, not wanting him to have it to blackmail me with later, and am sucked in once again.
This time I can feel a strong sense of rejection and sadness along with images of two dead women.
I can't force myself to pull away from the paper that he's still holding.
I can hear a heart racing, beating in a frantic manner...almost echoing. I feel the fear that went along with the memory...the fear of being discovered. Now I can hear a booming voice, angry and apparently drunken. It's yelling at someone, telling them just how worthless they are and how much they want to hurt them.
Youji pulls away just as the voice mentions something about one of the dead women...the one I saw the first time.
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There it is again. That comforting feeling that I've been getting around Aya lately. I grip the folded paper, not wanting to lose that feeling.
I make the mistake of looking down at Aya, whose eyes are wide and haunted, his face more blank than usual.
I release the paper.
"You okay?" I ask, knowing that I probably won't get much of an answer, if one at all.
Aya just grunts and focuses on something else.
I stay where I am for a minute, just watching Aya try to clear his mind. I want to know what's going on.
"Aya?" I lay my hand on his shoulder as I call his name.
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Just as I've almost got those images, feelings, and voices out of my mind, Youji touches me again and I go right back into the deepest bowels of his mind.
This time I can feel heavy lust, almost like it's directed at me...
"Stop. Touching. Me." I command as I knock his hand away.
He looks at me like I've grown another head. "That's the first time I've touched you all day..."
For some reason, this conversation sounds incredibly dirty to me. "Well, stop handing me things. Stop being near me. Just get the hell away from me!" I finally shout, making Youji take a cautious step backward.
I'm not an idiot. I spot the opening and take it, walking quickly back down to the shop where I know that he won't dare bring this up.
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Well, THAT was probably THE weirdest thing that's ever happened to me...
Not really...I guess growing up on the streets can show you some pretty freakish shit, but that was pretty damn freakish.
It was almost like Aya was panicking. About what, I'm not sure.
But Kudou Youji doesn't give up quite that easily.
I follow the redhead back down to the shop. I know what he's thinking. He probably thinks that I won't bother him around people...that I'll be too busy flirting with girls to pay any attention to him.
Wrong-o, Aya-baby.
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He's following me, that damn idiot...why can't he just leave me the hell alone?
I slip my apron over my head and go about my business, doing my best to ignore Youji, who keeps staring at me.
A few people flit around the shop, talking amongst themselves. I ignore them, as per usual.
After a woman decides to buy a bunch of chrysanthemums, I walk over with her to ring up her order and I can feel Youji's eyes watching my every move. She's chattering about how her late son was born in October and how chrysanthemums are October's flower.
As if _I_, a florist, didn't know that already.
She asks what this month's flower is and I dully point to a vase nearby. She frowns and asks what they are.
"Pear blossoms." I reply, waiting for her to drop the proper amount of yen onto the counter.
She looks at me like I'm insane. I'm really starting to hate that look. She then proceeds to shove the money into my hand, unknowingly giving me a glimpse of her life.
Images of a robbery come blasting into my mind. It's a quaint little store that sold knickknacks, maybe where her son worked. She's chatting pleasantly with the young clerk, a boy about Ken's age, when a masked man comes in, waving his gun all about. Sometime, during the confusion and ducking patrons, the clerk goes for the gun. I can hear the gunshot resound in the air and her scream as she crawls over to the boy, screaming his name as she tries to put pressure on the chest wound. The robber grabs the open cash drawer, empties it, and flees, only getting away with about 75 American dollars.
"Excuse me?" She asks as she releases the yen into my hand, waiting for her change.
"Gomen..." I whisper and hand her the change.
I'm at a funeral this time. A young girl with pigtails, covered in dirt and grime, comes up to the open coffin with a single poppy in her hands. She places it gently on his chest, directly over the covered wound. The mother starts to cry and the little girl goes over to her, whispering something in her crude English. /In the flower, forever, he will live on./
The woman starts to gather her things and I ask her to wait a second before striding into the back room. I really don't know why I'm doing this...maybe because I sort of identify with her. 'Aya-chan...'
I come back out and hand her a single red poppy that I've cut exactly like the one in her memory.
She looks at me with apparent wonder, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "How?" She finally stammers out, her hands clutching the bouquet and the poppy.
I shake my head, not wanting to convey the fact that I don't know.
"I had almost forgotten about her...Today is the anniversary of my son's death. Did you know him?" She asks, her teary eyes glimmering up at me.
"I remember reading about it." I murmur the innocent lie. It sounds so much better than telling her that I saw it in her mind when she handed me the money for the bouquet.
She gently touches my arm and back into her mind I go. I can't tell you how annoying and inconvenient this is...
I see her leaving the Koneko, her face turned toward the bouquet, not watching the street that she is crossing. A man driving an 18-wheeler slams on his brakes, locking the wheels and unable to stop from slamming into her.
"Let me walk you to your car." I offer quickly, before she can get more than a few steps away.
She looks back at me and smiles before nodding her head.
We walk out and she's doing the exact same thing, burying her face in her flowers as she remembers her son.
"Watch out." I warn as she almost steps out in front of the 18-wheeler; my arm extending of its own accord to halt her.
The driver seems slightly angry that she wasn't watching where she was going, but I can tell that he's glad that I was there to stop her.
"Oh...gomen nasai..." She whispers, amazed at what just transpired in the last few seconds. "Doumo arigatou..."
I nod as a man comes running up to us. "Oh Kami-sama...Are you okay, dear?"
She tells him that she's fine, she just wasn't paying attention.
"I'll drive." He ushers her to the passenger's seat and pauses to speak with me. "It's the first anniversary of our son's death...you'll have to excuse her."
I nod.
"Thank you for watching out for her...I don't think I could stand losing her as well." He bows and gets into the driver's seat, waving before he pulls away.
I sigh and walk back into the Koneko where Youji's waiting for me, an expectant look on his face.
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TBC
Hope you enjoyed chapter one! Be sure to tell me what you think by either reviewing or emailing me.
~ Kurai
