"What It Would Be Like" (chapter 3)
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...
Dedication: For MD-neechan, who has always supported me with my fanfic attempts and who displayed a special interest in this fic. You mean the world to me Oneechan.
Author's note: Think Steven King's 'The Dead Zone'...and think Aya as Johnny. _; I know you've been wondering how Aya got these strange abilities...I've already got it figured out, but I'm STILL not sure where I'll bring that in. _
As you noticed, the last chapter dealt with Youji's traumatic past. Aya had, like, two lines of POV in there...u_u;;; So, to be fair, this chapter will deal more with what Aya thought of what he was shown.
Remember, I LOVE commentary. ~.^ Moira@Inetone.net

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I open my eyes hesitantly and am in silent awe of how much of an effort that took. I notice that I'm back in my room, tucked into my bed. My shoes and shirt have been removed, but my pants are thankfully still there.

I rub my aching head. Why did I black out again? I try to remember...

Oh...Youji...

I feel nauseous again. How could all of that happen to ONE person? A child, at that? My past hasn't been particularly pleasant, but when compared with Youji's, it seems like paradise.

Gods, it was like I was standing there while all that was going on. I had to stand by and watch my teammate be repeatedly raped by his own father...and some other guy, but I'm not going to think about that right now. I tried to stop him...I lunged after Youji's father, but I simply passed through him. I should have known better...but I reassure myself that I was merely acting on the instinct to defend my teammate.

I didn't ask to be shown that, really I didn't. I really didn't think about it as I placed my hand upon his shoulder.

I pause to look down at my now cursed hand. It's normal. I don't know what I was expecting, perhaps for it to be covered in Youji's blood. That would have been fitting.

A few seconds of blissful silence pass through my head before a certain thought comes to mind.

Would Youji's 'father' and that man still be alive? Would they have made it out of the fire? I'm not even sure how Youji made it out. But if they are alive, I'll kill them.

Immediately I feel rather embarrassed, trying to reassure myself that I would kill them out of revenge for Youji's lost childhood, but rather for the principle of the thing. Children are NOT sex toys. I'll rip any person from the inside out who thinks so.

Arg...my head hurts. Usually I don't have to absorb that much from one touch...it seems to be stronger with Youji, as are all emotions. Youji is just a passionate individual, raw and open. Everything he does is either black or white, no grey area. I don't think that I've ever seen him display indifference, unlike myself.

I finally force myself to get out of bed, throwing my feet onto the cold floor. Hm...20:17...I can't believe that I was unconscious for almost five hours. I grab my shoes and socks, which are placed neatly beneath a nearby chair, and put them on, followed by my carefully folded shirt.

I really don't want to leave the safety of my desolate room, but I have a duty to Weiss; one that I will fulfill at any cost. I grab the doorknob and turn it gently, attempting not to make any sort of noise whatsoever. The hallway's empty, as I had expected, so I carefully make my way down the steps to the living room, where I can hear the annoying sounds of a soccer game blaring from the television set.

"Aya-kun, you're awake!" Omi's cheerful voice chirps. He practically skips over to me. "What happened, Aya-kun? I came home to find both you and Youji-kun passed out on the floor of the shop's bathroom."

My eyes narrow. How does he expect me to tell him when I don't know the answer myself? Out of reasonable options, I decide to ignore him altogether.

As I come to the kitchen I'm startled to find Youji sitting at the table sipping some coffee.

He looks up and attempts to give me a weak smile. "Hey Aya..."

I nod curtly as I heat a cup of water. I can feel his eyes on me...watching...waiting. What does he want? What more can I do? He's already shared his childhood memories with me...

He traces the rim of the coffee mug with his middle finger, trying to keep from watching me.

The microwave beeps, the noise echoing loudly in my head. I quickly open the door to shut it up. Methodically, I make my tea and ponder whether or not I should take it back to my room. There's no other reason other than my dislike of Youji's company at the moment, so I really have no excuse. Well, I don't need an excuse simply because I'm Aya. No questions asked, no answers given.

I leave the kitchen and return to my room with a heavy inward sigh. This is the way it must be.

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He was avoiding me, as I figured he would. Is he still pissed because he tripped over me or something? It's not my fault he's suddenly clumsy.

The phone rings, cutting me off and actually startling me a bit. I answer it with a friendly English 'Hello?'.

Dead air.

I raise an eyebrow. "Moshi-moshi?" I try, my impatience growing.

Nothing.

I roll my eyes and hang up the phone. Of all the idiotic pranks in the world to play on someone...

"Youji-kun, who was that?"

"No answer, Omittichi." I reply before heading over to the sink to rinse out my mug.

A shrill ringing stops my musings before they can even begin. I growl softly before picking up the phone. "Moshi-moshi?" I spit out rudely.

Again, no answer.

"They're not going to reply, Youji. Just let it ring a few times if they try again." Aya's voice bubbling up from the phone.

Before I can reply, he's already hung up the phone.

Angrily, I stomp up the stairs, not wanting to deal with pranksters right now. Before I even reach the top, the phone rings again. "Arg!" I growl in frustration before realizing that Omi has already picked it up. Guess I should have told him to let it ring. Curious, I listen in.

"Moshi-moshi?" Omi's not-really-deep voice asks in that annoying chipper tone.

"Who is this?" His voice drops to the familiar assassin tone.

I hear him hang up rather loudly, huffing softly before returning to the TV.

I shrug and continue my way up the stairs.

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I move fluidly in the familiar kata, my katana whistling in the stagnant air.
RING!

I growl audibly as my movements are interrupted. Every time I get halfway through that kata, the phone rings. Only now do I notice that it hasn't rang again. "Didn't I tell you to let it ring, Kudou?!" I yell, not expecting my voice to make it downstairs.

"I didn't answer it. Omittichi did." The answer comes unbidden from outside my door. "Guess I should have told him to let it ring. Sorry, Aya." He continues, catching me off guard with his apology.

"Hn." I grunt, going back to my kata once again.

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TBC...

Ah! Devastatingly short chapter! _ Sorry...I know it was pretty trivial and boring, but I found that it was actually necessary. o.o;
Yeah, startled me too.
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~ Kurai