Chapter 2
The quiet beeping of the heart monitor had lulled the red headed leader of Weiss into a light doze. Sitting in a hospital room beside a dark haired youth seemed to be his hobby. But his sister had been awake for about a month now and his hobby had been given a vacation until now. For two days, he and the others of his team had taken shifts to watch over Ken as he slept. He hadn't woken since they brought him in. Ken's shoulder was bandaged, along with his head. Doctors stated that he was lucky he hit the truck in just the right manner to reduce any damage taken, but he must have hit his head quite hard. Aya had snorted at the moment; Ken's head was thick, he'd be fine.
The word 'coma' was uttered from the doctors lips only a split second before Aya had spun on his heal and left the room, leaving only Omi to gather the rest of the information on Ken's state and Yohji sitting in the chair beside his best friend's bed. That word haunted Aya's life.
He relived the moments he had heard that word years before and stared down at his sister's sleeping face in his dreams. Her eyes opened and he smiled in joy. But her eyes only closed again after meeting his and she sunk into the bed, becoming the man who had fought by Aya's side for three years. His bright sea-green eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow as flashes of pain passed over his handsome features. In the dream, Aya reached out a hand to touch the boy's cheek just to make sure he was real, and in reality, he shifted in the chair he slept in beside the bed of his teammate.
In that bed, the dark haired assassin opened his eyes slowly. He blinked up at the light that wasn't on and looked over at the window that let in the setting sun's rays with tired eyes. He heard another shift beside him and turned his head slowly to see who it was. His mind drew a blank as he looked at the red head there and watched him sleep. Creases marred his smooth forehead as he tried to concentrate on the man and know his name, but nothing came. The boy looked up at the IV dripping both pain relievers and nutrients into his arm, drawing a blank on even his own name.
Sea-green eyes closed again after a minute and he slipped back into sleep, thanks to the drugs. Violet eyes came open only moments later and drifted over the form in the bed beside him. Aya gave out a sigh, realizing that only the boy's head had moved a few inches while he had slept. He stood up and stretched his arms up over his head, leaned back to crack his spine and shoulders, then lowered his arms to his side and went to the window to look out at the sunset. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched a car come into the parking lot. Seven parked a spot down from his own Porsche and the tall blond man who owned it got out and walked towards the building.
Aya turned away from the window and looked back at Ken in the bed. He stepped up to the bed and raised a hand to the boy's perfect cheek, giving it a light caress. Usually cold violet eyes narrowed in concern as he watched the other sleep, finally showing emotions he hid from the rest of the world. Those emotions switched between love and worry as his fingers slid over the tanned skin beneath them then drew back. The man gave another sigh and turned away. He left the room, trusting that Yohji will be there in only minutes. Coffee and dinner was in order, then a good sleep before opening the shop in the morning.
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The quiet beeping of the heart monitor had lulled the red headed leader of Weiss into a light doze. Sitting in a hospital room beside a dark haired youth seemed to be his hobby. But his sister had been awake for about a month now and his hobby had been given a vacation until now. For two days, he and the others of his team had taken shifts to watch over Ken as he slept. He hadn't woken since they brought him in. Ken's shoulder was bandaged, along with his head. Doctors stated that he was lucky he hit the truck in just the right manner to reduce any damage taken, but he must have hit his head quite hard. Aya had snorted at the moment; Ken's head was thick, he'd be fine.
The word 'coma' was uttered from the doctors lips only a split second before Aya had spun on his heal and left the room, leaving only Omi to gather the rest of the information on Ken's state and Yohji sitting in the chair beside his best friend's bed. That word haunted Aya's life.
He relived the moments he had heard that word years before and stared down at his sister's sleeping face in his dreams. Her eyes opened and he smiled in joy. But her eyes only closed again after meeting his and she sunk into the bed, becoming the man who had fought by Aya's side for three years. His bright sea-green eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow as flashes of pain passed over his handsome features. In the dream, Aya reached out a hand to touch the boy's cheek just to make sure he was real, and in reality, he shifted in the chair he slept in beside the bed of his teammate.
In that bed, the dark haired assassin opened his eyes slowly. He blinked up at the light that wasn't on and looked over at the window that let in the setting sun's rays with tired eyes. He heard another shift beside him and turned his head slowly to see who it was. His mind drew a blank as he looked at the red head there and watched him sleep. Creases marred his smooth forehead as he tried to concentrate on the man and know his name, but nothing came. The boy looked up at the IV dripping both pain relievers and nutrients into his arm, drawing a blank on even his own name.
Sea-green eyes closed again after a minute and he slipped back into sleep, thanks to the drugs. Violet eyes came open only moments later and drifted over the form in the bed beside him. Aya gave out a sigh, realizing that only the boy's head had moved a few inches while he had slept. He stood up and stretched his arms up over his head, leaned back to crack his spine and shoulders, then lowered his arms to his side and went to the window to look out at the sunset. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched a car come into the parking lot. Seven parked a spot down from his own Porsche and the tall blond man who owned it got out and walked towards the building.
Aya turned away from the window and looked back at Ken in the bed. He stepped up to the bed and raised a hand to the boy's perfect cheek, giving it a light caress. Usually cold violet eyes narrowed in concern as he watched the other sleep, finally showing emotions he hid from the rest of the world. Those emotions switched between love and worry as his fingers slid over the tanned skin beneath them then drew back. The man gave another sigh and turned away. He left the room, trusting that Yohji will be there in only minutes. Coffee and dinner was in order, then a good sleep before opening the shop in the morning.
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