Author's note: Many thanks for the reviews! *bows again*
To mangababe and other YxO fans: I hope you're not too disappointed when I tell you that it's not a YxO fic. ^^;; *watches masses of people walk away* ;_; Come back! I do hope you'll continue reading it though.
There will be a first hint towards the true pairing. I'm personally not a big YxO fan, mainly because of the age difference.
A Christmas Wish
-Chapter 4: You couldn't tell me that earlier?-
As the world came into focus once again, I realized I finally had the time to think for myself. The higher functions of the brain which prompted me to do more than just stand there like an idiot, gaping as things flash before me, finally kicked in. A rather unsettling storm of questions followed.
Starting with... Turning back was no longer an option? Where the hell did that come from?
Just exactly what sort of trouble did I sign myself up for? And what happened to Asuka? She was alive, wasn't she?
"Welcome back, Youji-kun." A youthful voice interrupted the endless and utterly pointless wondering.
It took me a total of two seconds to locate the source of the voice and I was rather surprised to see the ghost, smiling brightly as always. That's right. He was supposed to me my guide.
"Where did you run off to? Did you fall into some sort of mysterious blackhole?" I frowned, trying to muster my best annoyed look.
"I…well…you see…that part of the journey you had to take on your own. But I'm here now, aren't I?"
He looked at me with those huge baby blues and I totally caved in. I shook my head and sighed. There was always a certain weakness in me that's hopelessly irresistible towards puppy eyes and other cute things. Since Omi qualified to both factors, he had me wound around his little finger in no time.
As Omi took the way that would lead us to our next destination, I realized we were headed towards a small flower shop. 'Kitten in the House' it said on the nameplate by the door. A piece of paper with 'holidays greetings' was taped t the door, right under the closed sign.
Just when I wondered about what to do next, Omi's body seemed to shimmer before he went right through the door. I shrugged and decided to follow his example. To my utter surprise, I actually reappeared on the other side of the door.
Walking past the endless rows of flowers, their heavy scents greeted me and everything felt awfully familiar. To my surprise I could name almost every flower I saw. I lingered when a pot of blooming cattleyas caught my attention.
Though I liked the roses for their sweet scents, their variety of colors and associated meanings, I must say that orchids were more my favourite. Especially the cattleyas. The beauty of the small purple-white flowers touched me in a way I couldn't really describe. Maybe it was the seemingly fragility of the flower. To break the stem would mean the end of the entire row of flowers. But it is not so easy to break it, is it? Just like somebody else I knew.
Just like somebody else I knew? Perhaps this whole trip with Omi will finally give me some answers about my past. I sure as hell hope so. Thinking up sentences that surprised yourself, was really getting old.
My hand had moved on its own accord to touch the soft violet-white flower petal. Just when I reached the petal, my fingers met empty air and slipped through. When I pulled back my hand, I realized that the petal was still intact.
"By the way, I forgot to mention. You can't touch anything."
I looked to the right to find Omi smiling at me. I frowned. At this rate I was going to have wrinkles between my eyes in no time.
"You couldn't tell me that earlier?"
He shrugged. "Sorry, I forgot. You can't touch or change anything, because we're in the past now. We're basically just not really here." That did make sense.
He resumed our journey to the back of the shop and I followed.
Behind the door was a little workshop. Ribbons covered the worktable and part of the ground. Two pairs of scissors were still lying on the top, along with translucent tapes and other things needed for decoration. I could almost see two delicate and pale hands working neatly and swiftly on numerous flower arrangements.
Voices and the sound of shattered glass announced the presence of people in the room beyond. Ignoring the staircase that would lead one to a floor above and the basement below, I turned the corner to step into what appeared to be a living room. Sitting on the floor, next to a box of Christmas decorations, was my young irresponsible guide. Oh wait, it's another Omi. The young fellow on the floor was in a different outfit, a very similar but nonetheless different outfit. A guy in plain t-shirt and jeans stood next to him. He had chocolate brown hair and hazel brown eyes and he was hovering above a broken Christmas ball.
"Mou….that's the second one already. At this rate we really need to buy more to decorate the tree." And there was the familiar pout Omi presented to the other guy. However, the huge grin that followed betrayed any serious tone he might have put into it.
"I don't think that will be happening any time soon, Omi. You bought way too many Christmas balls and other things. I don't think there's enough space on the tree to hang even a third of these." The brunette commented, making a wave towards the numerous boxes to emphasize his point.
"They were on sale and…" The young blond dignified himself.
"And if there are any leftovers, we can always donate them." A voice behind me completed the sentence. I turned and gaped into my own face.
To mangababe and other YxO fans: I hope you're not too disappointed when I tell you that it's not a YxO fic. ^^;; *watches masses of people walk away* ;_; Come back! I do hope you'll continue reading it though.
There will be a first hint towards the true pairing. I'm personally not a big YxO fan, mainly because of the age difference.
A Christmas Wish
-Chapter 4: You couldn't tell me that earlier?-
As the world came into focus once again, I realized I finally had the time to think for myself. The higher functions of the brain which prompted me to do more than just stand there like an idiot, gaping as things flash before me, finally kicked in. A rather unsettling storm of questions followed.
Starting with... Turning back was no longer an option? Where the hell did that come from?
Just exactly what sort of trouble did I sign myself up for? And what happened to Asuka? She was alive, wasn't she?
"Welcome back, Youji-kun." A youthful voice interrupted the endless and utterly pointless wondering.
It took me a total of two seconds to locate the source of the voice and I was rather surprised to see the ghost, smiling brightly as always. That's right. He was supposed to me my guide.
"Where did you run off to? Did you fall into some sort of mysterious blackhole?" I frowned, trying to muster my best annoyed look.
"I…well…you see…that part of the journey you had to take on your own. But I'm here now, aren't I?"
He looked at me with those huge baby blues and I totally caved in. I shook my head and sighed. There was always a certain weakness in me that's hopelessly irresistible towards puppy eyes and other cute things. Since Omi qualified to both factors, he had me wound around his little finger in no time.
As Omi took the way that would lead us to our next destination, I realized we were headed towards a small flower shop. 'Kitten in the House' it said on the nameplate by the door. A piece of paper with 'holidays greetings' was taped t the door, right under the closed sign.
Just when I wondered about what to do next, Omi's body seemed to shimmer before he went right through the door. I shrugged and decided to follow his example. To my utter surprise, I actually reappeared on the other side of the door.
Walking past the endless rows of flowers, their heavy scents greeted me and everything felt awfully familiar. To my surprise I could name almost every flower I saw. I lingered when a pot of blooming cattleyas caught my attention.
Though I liked the roses for their sweet scents, their variety of colors and associated meanings, I must say that orchids were more my favourite. Especially the cattleyas. The beauty of the small purple-white flowers touched me in a way I couldn't really describe. Maybe it was the seemingly fragility of the flower. To break the stem would mean the end of the entire row of flowers. But it is not so easy to break it, is it? Just like somebody else I knew.
Just like somebody else I knew? Perhaps this whole trip with Omi will finally give me some answers about my past. I sure as hell hope so. Thinking up sentences that surprised yourself, was really getting old.
My hand had moved on its own accord to touch the soft violet-white flower petal. Just when I reached the petal, my fingers met empty air and slipped through. When I pulled back my hand, I realized that the petal was still intact.
"By the way, I forgot to mention. You can't touch anything."
I looked to the right to find Omi smiling at me. I frowned. At this rate I was going to have wrinkles between my eyes in no time.
"You couldn't tell me that earlier?"
He shrugged. "Sorry, I forgot. You can't touch or change anything, because we're in the past now. We're basically just not really here." That did make sense.
He resumed our journey to the back of the shop and I followed.
Behind the door was a little workshop. Ribbons covered the worktable and part of the ground. Two pairs of scissors were still lying on the top, along with translucent tapes and other things needed for decoration. I could almost see two delicate and pale hands working neatly and swiftly on numerous flower arrangements.
Voices and the sound of shattered glass announced the presence of people in the room beyond. Ignoring the staircase that would lead one to a floor above and the basement below, I turned the corner to step into what appeared to be a living room. Sitting on the floor, next to a box of Christmas decorations, was my young irresponsible guide. Oh wait, it's another Omi. The young fellow on the floor was in a different outfit, a very similar but nonetheless different outfit. A guy in plain t-shirt and jeans stood next to him. He had chocolate brown hair and hazel brown eyes and he was hovering above a broken Christmas ball.
"Mou….that's the second one already. At this rate we really need to buy more to decorate the tree." And there was the familiar pout Omi presented to the other guy. However, the huge grin that followed betrayed any serious tone he might have put into it.
"I don't think that will be happening any time soon, Omi. You bought way too many Christmas balls and other things. I don't think there's enough space on the tree to hang even a third of these." The brunette commented, making a wave towards the numerous boxes to emphasize his point.
"They were on sale and…" The young blond dignified himself.
"And if there are any leftovers, we can always donate them." A voice behind me completed the sentence. I turned and gaped into my own face.