Eta-Naru (eternity)
"Basium dano ops redimio animus pro infinitio." Chapter 1 : "Noctiluca" (moon)"Wow, isn't that amazing?" Omi exclaimed as he looked up at the clear October sky. The nights were few that there were no clouds, and the omniscient moon was able to be seen in the sky, along with the millions of twinkling lights called stars.
No words were expressed, but the four assassins showed their appreciation by staring silently upwards into the endless abyss, enjoying the peace and quiet.
Ken shifted uncomfortably. He was perhaps the only one out of Weiß that didn't like the moon as much as the others. Ken wasn't one to particularly enjoy silence, except when he was trying to sleep. But that wasn't all too surprising considering he was a star soccer player, and other than Omi he loved being able to express his youthful energy. Sitting there, in the grass with Yohji, Aya, and Omi resting in the limbs of the tree a few feet away, he just didn't feel quite safe. But, he wasn't really sure why. Maybe it was the fact the the silence always made him think that at any moment, something could spring out and attack without him being prepared.
It only took a tiny bit of Omi's cuteness to drag all of them outside. Aya complied just so 'he wouldn't whine', Ken had shrugged and went along, and Yohji just couldn't resist the young boy's adorable smile.
Ken, getting rather skittish and nervous, got up and retreated into the flower shop to get away from the uncomfortable silence. He looked out the window at his comrades, and it seemed like they were all in a trance. Not one set of eyes blinked away from the glowing orb in the sky, it was rather... statuesque. He thought for a moment, then realized it was kind of creepy and went to make himself something to eat.
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The brunette sighed and poked a fork at his sweet cake. It took him ten minutes to eat half of his piece, and though it was rather good cake, he just couldn't stomach it.
Another exhausted sigh left Hidaka's lips just as the three others entered through the back door. Neither of them said a word to each other, just yawns and stretches acheived from the late hour. It was practically midnight and none of the Weiß boys had gone to bed yet, and Ken spied Yohji smack himself when he realized he was supposed to open the shop early the next morning.
While Bombay and Balinese went upstairs to retire, Aya stayed behind and sat on the couch, making an "umph" noise when he hit the soft cushion. The redhead rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes just for a moment.
"You're going to get bags under your eyes if you don't go to bed." Ken said quietly, as not to disturb the others. He gave a little smirk and looked at Aya, who cracked an eye open in his direction.
Abyssinian didn't answer. Not that he really liked to answer anything, of course. But, he did have that uncanny knack of speaking with his expressions, even though his face was usually either a glare or a frown anyway. But even for Aya, there were rare times he showed some warmth in his eyes, though not to often. He'd probably melt if he did that.
"Don't stay up too late. If you wake up late again, omae o korosu." Aya said in that forboding voice he always has, before giving in to his sleepyness and dragging himself upstairs.
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Ken stared at the crumbs on his now empty plate. What's my problem? He asked himself as he stared at his distorted reflection in the shiny plate. Normally, he was hyper and happy... but he just couldn't bring himself to be like that these past few days. But, nothing had even been different! Sakura made her usual rounds to see Aya once a week or so, there was no lapse of customers, and other than the fact that there were no more missions, everything was normal. Hell, he even got to play his favorite sport more often. So what was the problem?
The fact that nobody ever realized his existence...?
Ken put his head down on the table and let out a disgruntled noise. He hated it. He knew that things were going to be different, but he didn't know things were going to be this different. Neither Aya, Yohji, and not even Omi said more than a sentence to him each day, and it was usually just asking him to do some task. Oh sure, once in a while a pleasant conversation would start up, but how long would that last?
It's not just that. Siberian realized. It wasn't just all three of them paying no attention to him that got hin bothered, it was... he.. he wanted Aya to notice him. And oh, Ken realized how cliche it was to think Aya was the most beautiful creature on the planet, but he didn't care. He thought Aya was the most beautiful creature on the planet.
Ken threw his fork into the wall angrily, then slowly got up and placed his plate in the sink. He yawned and stretched, completely forgetting what time it was.
"Oh shit, I should really get upstairs to bed." Hidaka whispered to himself, trudging upstairs. As he passed Aya's room, the scent of fresh strawberries rushed into his nostrils. Mmm.
What would I give to run my hands through that hair...
As he flopped down onto his bed, the only thing he could think of was Aya, and how childish he was being for having these feelings. It wasn't like there was anything he could do besides sit and watch from afar. Aya was too cold and stand-offish to care about somebody other than himself, if he even cared for himself, that is.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he caught a glimpse at the moon. And for that moment, it wasn't scary anymore.. but it was beautiful and serene.
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"Who the hell stuck this fork in the wall?!" Yohji exclaimed, yanking a frosting covered fork out of the wall in the kitchen. He turned to Aya and Omi, who were sitting at the table, devouring their breakfast.
"Geez, you guys see this? Ken must have either really not liked this cake, or made a really bad attempt at killing a fly."
Upstairs, Ken rolled over in his bed, getting drool all over his pillow. He snorted and opened his eyes, taking a peek at his alarm clock on the nightstand. He started to roll over again to go back to sleep, when he took a double take at the big red numbers on the clock.
"8:30?! Shit! Aya's going to kill me!"
At the table, Aya took a sip of his coffee and shifted his eyes towards the clock on the wall.
"He's late."
--End chapter one--