Nichts (Nothing)
Disclaimer: Look it up in chapter one, please.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Oh, and Narijima, could you maybe give me samples of the grammar mistakes I made? English is not my first language and it would really be extremely helpful! Thank you.
Chapter 6
(Aya's POV)
It somehow felt good to hold Ken, to cradle him in my arms and to have his heart beat against mine.
Hold on! It did not feel good! Ice Prince, untouchable Ice Prince. That was me! To my horror I heard steps on the stairs and a few moments later someone entered the room.
"And you call me hentai?! You're havin' a threesome here, while I have to labour in the heat!"
"Yohji-kun! We're not doing anything bad here! We're trying to keep Ken-kun warm! Besides that you didn't have to labour in the heat! It's January and it's not warm!"
I looked up and saw our local playboy pout. I sighed and untangled myself from Ken. He was asleep, anyway and he probably wouldn't miss me much. Omi got up, too and we all went down to the kitchen to get some food. Momoe-san had made some pasta; she had worked in Europe for Kritiker once and she had learned to cook there, too. We all ate in silence and then Yohji and I went to our repective beds. Omi had volunteered to take the first shift beside Ken's bed.
Yohji had the second shift and so I could sleep quite long. At half past four I got up and took a cold shower to wake up for good. When I got out I coincidentally looked into the mirror; I was shocked by what I saw there: My skin was not only pale, but almost translucent and there were deep shadows under my eyes from all the lack of sleep. I shrugged and got dressed as fast as I could since Yohji was probably already waiting impatiently for me to release him from his duty.
"Aya, you look like a giant monster chewed you and spit you out again," Yohji greeted me.
"Hn."
He left.
Ken was still asleep. It seemed like his favourite thing to do. I was surprised at how annoyed I was by the fact that Ken was asleep. He was sick after all and I wasn't mad at my sister for sleeping an eternal sleep, after all.
But the fact that Ken wasn't talking, walking or doing anything at all simply pissed me off.
"Hidaka,"I growled.
No reply. Of course.
"Hidaka!"
I wanted him to talk to me! Why couldn't he just wake up now? I couldn't stand this silence.
"Hidaka!"I shook him and finally he cracked an eye open. He looked surprised.
"What is it, Aya?"
"You need to take your pills."Hah, my I.Q. of 130 definitely paid off. At the same time I wondered why I wanted to hear him talk so desperately. I didn't care about him after all, so why did I want to hear his voice? Why did I want to see these crystal blue eyes ...?
(Ken's POV)
I dreamed a wonderful dream. To this day I can't remember any details, but it was the best dream I've ever had! There was ... somebody holding me, guiding me. Somebody who wouldn't just let me go. Unfortunately Aya woke me up right before I could see that person's face and I saw him. Not that this is a bad thing, but I doubted that Aya was the person in the dream. He told me to take my pills and so I did. Aya was glaring at my wall all the time, like he wanted to burn it down with his will or something.
"Ne, Aya?"
"Hn."
"May I ask you something?"It was morning once again and I felt slightly better, so talking wasn't as exhausting as usually. "Why are you staring at my wall?"
"Hn."
Conversations with Aya almost always sound like that. He hates talking and he probably hates me, too. I mean, he's talking far more to Yohji and Omi. It has always been like that. Like there was something about me that he needed to avoid. That made me sad somehow. I wasn't sick, nor did I have the plague or anything. The silence was making me uneasy. It wasn't the natural, friendly silence that often is between Omi and me, but a silence filled up with a overwhelming tension.
I was definitely grateful when Omi came with my breakfast about two hours later and gave Aya the opportunity to leave. I wasn't very hungry, though and so I just nibbled on a piece of toast.
"Aren't you hungry, Ken-kun?"Omi asked worriedly. "Is the toast too cold or is it-"
"It's fine, Omi, I'm just not very hungry. Oh ... and about yesterday: I didn't mean it like it sounded. I'm ... I'm sorry, Omi."
He smiled this sweet smile that only he could do. "That's okay, Ken-kun. Don't worry about me. You need to get well soon so you can help me with the research! Aya-kun and Yohji-kun are so lazy! They'll never do anything and ..."
I couldn't really focus on what he was saying. I didn't want to hear these funny mission-related stuff. I would never be a real member of Weiß anymore and this hurt. I had never liked my work much and I should be happy about how things were now, but somehow I missed it. As weird as it sounds. I just down right missed it.
The next few weeks were just like the first days: During the day I would feel okay and at night the fever would get a death-grip of me.
I started longing for death. What was it that still held me here with everything I loved taken away from me? All I had ever wanted was to be a soccer player ... what was life worth, anyway?
My life was broken.
There was nothing left.
Nothing that was worth fighting, to live for, to die for.
Nothing.
A/N: Okay, this chapter wasn't very interesting, but soooooooon ... there'll be more goodness than you ever hoped for. :P
Disclaimer: Look it up in chapter one, please.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Oh, and Narijima, could you maybe give me samples of the grammar mistakes I made? English is not my first language and it would really be extremely helpful! Thank you.
Chapter 6
(Aya's POV)
It somehow felt good to hold Ken, to cradle him in my arms and to have his heart beat against mine.
Hold on! It did not feel good! Ice Prince, untouchable Ice Prince. That was me! To my horror I heard steps on the stairs and a few moments later someone entered the room.
"And you call me hentai?! You're havin' a threesome here, while I have to labour in the heat!"
"Yohji-kun! We're not doing anything bad here! We're trying to keep Ken-kun warm! Besides that you didn't have to labour in the heat! It's January and it's not warm!"
I looked up and saw our local playboy pout. I sighed and untangled myself from Ken. He was asleep, anyway and he probably wouldn't miss me much. Omi got up, too and we all went down to the kitchen to get some food. Momoe-san had made some pasta; she had worked in Europe for Kritiker once and she had learned to cook there, too. We all ate in silence and then Yohji and I went to our repective beds. Omi had volunteered to take the first shift beside Ken's bed.
Yohji had the second shift and so I could sleep quite long. At half past four I got up and took a cold shower to wake up for good. When I got out I coincidentally looked into the mirror; I was shocked by what I saw there: My skin was not only pale, but almost translucent and there were deep shadows under my eyes from all the lack of sleep. I shrugged and got dressed as fast as I could since Yohji was probably already waiting impatiently for me to release him from his duty.
"Aya, you look like a giant monster chewed you and spit you out again," Yohji greeted me.
"Hn."
He left.
Ken was still asleep. It seemed like his favourite thing to do. I was surprised at how annoyed I was by the fact that Ken was asleep. He was sick after all and I wasn't mad at my sister for sleeping an eternal sleep, after all.
But the fact that Ken wasn't talking, walking or doing anything at all simply pissed me off.
"Hidaka,"I growled.
No reply. Of course.
"Hidaka!"
I wanted him to talk to me! Why couldn't he just wake up now? I couldn't stand this silence.
"Hidaka!"I shook him and finally he cracked an eye open. He looked surprised.
"What is it, Aya?"
"You need to take your pills."Hah, my I.Q. of 130 definitely paid off. At the same time I wondered why I wanted to hear him talk so desperately. I didn't care about him after all, so why did I want to hear his voice? Why did I want to see these crystal blue eyes ...?
(Ken's POV)
I dreamed a wonderful dream. To this day I can't remember any details, but it was the best dream I've ever had! There was ... somebody holding me, guiding me. Somebody who wouldn't just let me go. Unfortunately Aya woke me up right before I could see that person's face and I saw him. Not that this is a bad thing, but I doubted that Aya was the person in the dream. He told me to take my pills and so I did. Aya was glaring at my wall all the time, like he wanted to burn it down with his will or something.
"Ne, Aya?"
"Hn."
"May I ask you something?"It was morning once again and I felt slightly better, so talking wasn't as exhausting as usually. "Why are you staring at my wall?"
"Hn."
Conversations with Aya almost always sound like that. He hates talking and he probably hates me, too. I mean, he's talking far more to Yohji and Omi. It has always been like that. Like there was something about me that he needed to avoid. That made me sad somehow. I wasn't sick, nor did I have the plague or anything. The silence was making me uneasy. It wasn't the natural, friendly silence that often is between Omi and me, but a silence filled up with a overwhelming tension.
I was definitely grateful when Omi came with my breakfast about two hours later and gave Aya the opportunity to leave. I wasn't very hungry, though and so I just nibbled on a piece of toast.
"Aren't you hungry, Ken-kun?"Omi asked worriedly. "Is the toast too cold or is it-"
"It's fine, Omi, I'm just not very hungry. Oh ... and about yesterday: I didn't mean it like it sounded. I'm ... I'm sorry, Omi."
He smiled this sweet smile that only he could do. "That's okay, Ken-kun. Don't worry about me. You need to get well soon so you can help me with the research! Aya-kun and Yohji-kun are so lazy! They'll never do anything and ..."
I couldn't really focus on what he was saying. I didn't want to hear these funny mission-related stuff. I would never be a real member of Weiß anymore and this hurt. I had never liked my work much and I should be happy about how things were now, but somehow I missed it. As weird as it sounds. I just down right missed it.
The next few weeks were just like the first days: During the day I would feel okay and at night the fever would get a death-grip of me.
I started longing for death. What was it that still held me here with everything I loved taken away from me? All I had ever wanted was to be a soccer player ... what was life worth, anyway?
My life was broken.
There was nothing left.
Nothing that was worth fighting, to live for, to die for.
Nothing.
A/N: Okay, this chapter wasn't very interesting, but soooooooon ... there'll be more goodness than you ever hoped for. :P