Disclaimers: Weiß Kreuz belongs to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiß. I just borrowed them to make this little ficcie. So don't sue me, or else Miss Vampire will haunt you in the middle of the night and suck all of your blood!... anyways. Have a nice day !
Just one more thing, this has SHOUNEN AI, in other words male/male love involved. If you don't like that stuff, don't read it!. Now that you have been warned... onto the fic!
A/N: ;;; finally another chapter! (whips off forehead) I'm so sorry minna I took so much time to bring this chappie up! that's it, for the ones that are still reading this littl' ficcie (is anyone still reading this?... really?) thank'u minna for your support, your reviews make Miss vampire keep on going, I promise to bring the next chappie sooner than this one... my deep appologies to everyone for the lateness... Oh! yeah! many, many glomps for Chibi Kaokao-san for the beta work, Miss vampire couldn't have gone this far without her!... Saa! enjoy the fic!
Rated: PG-13 for lime (maybe a lemon later? who knows!)
Pairing: Aya x Ken (as always) maybe others if you want ... slight OCxKen
Memories
by: Miss Vampire
Chapter five: "Abyssinian"
/"Nnnng... we shoudn't be doing this here..." I feel my arms tremble due to the awkward position against the shelves. My legs open further apart to give him more room, even though, my brain keeps telling me to push him away and get the previous job done...
"They will come back soon... we can't... do this... Mmmmm" but my protest goes no further as his mouth descents upon mine with sweet demand. I hear a rustle of fabric and I know his shirt is gone. I can't take it anymore so I wrap my arms around his shoulders, the deliciously-sculped muscles tense under my touch. His mouth leaves mine to nip and lick its way down to my
exposed neck.
Completely defendless, the careles whisper of 'lift your arms' is my only warning before my soccer jersey flies across the supply room to lay against his forgotten shirt.
He lays me quickly on our discarded clothes. Jeans and underwear are quickly removed berore saliva-slicked fingers start loosening my entrance.
"Nng.."
"Gomen.. did I hurt you?"
"No but... Mmm gods, hurry up please!" I beg, moving my hips to meet that long fingers. He smirks softly, stretching me one last time before spreading my legs and positioning my left knee over his shoulder, kissing its inner side gently.
"Aya.." I say quickly and he stops to look at me, erection in hand.
"Did I mention how much I love you today?"
Gods, I love the way he smiles...
My lover leans down, kissing my cheek. "Love you too..." he says before giving me a more passioned kiss and at the same time I feel myself being filled with his hard rod of flesh...
"Mmm-Aayaaa!"/
"AAHHH" I wake up in the darkness, frantically looking around the room as if searching for someone...
"What... what the hell was that!" I put my hand over my chest, feeling my heart trying to break through my ribcage. After a while, I manage to gain some kind of control, letting out a deep sigh I brush away some sweat off my forehead before noticing something rather uncomfortable...
I lift the sheets and get a clear view of my painful hard on...
"Arrrggghhh!" I grab my pillow and flung myself against the bed, curling in a fetal position.
This is sooo embarrassing! I was having a wet dream about a redhead! A REDHEAD!
"This is so not happening..." I say to myself, rubbing my heated cheeks against the cool fabric of my pillow, but after a while the sheets and the pillows were uncomfortably warm, making me feel rather... icky...
Busying myself with a cold shower, I try to distract myself but my mind seems to think on its own will, drifting back to that... distracting dream...
"Argghhh... stop thinking about that!" I swear I'm trying, but... it's kind of... right to think about it, but I feel like I'm cheating on Kuroda-san...
A midnight snack hopefully will keep me from thinking... unappropriate things. And besides, I'm in no rush to returning to bed. Just in case.
Aaahhh... but this place is so big! I hope I wont get lost in the midle of some old, creepy part of this house. No matter how many times Kuroda-san tells me I'd been living here over three years I still can't push away the feeling that I don't belong here. He said the amnesia would make me feel that way, but something deep inside tells me there's something wrong with me and this house.
Uh... looks like I get lost anyways. Me and my perfect sense of directions. Well, I guess walking through a semi-pitch-black darkness isn't helping either.
Something collides with my right shin, and the next thing I know I'm holding a rather big flower base with both hands and squatting in a very painfull way.
Sudden laugher almost makes me drop the vase. I breath deeply a few times to calm myself before setling the flower pot on its previous spot, curious about the noise. I walk down the corridor, following the source of someone talking and laughing again. Turning at the end, I see light coming from a closed door at my left side, Maybe the people there may help me how to get back to my room.
"So, will you tell me the next step of your so almighty plan, Jun?" Says a voice full of sarcasm.
"Hn... Eager aren't we? Just follow my instructions and keep your head cool, Hachikawa" That's Kuroda-san's voice!
"Everything is ready as you ordered, we just need to choose the next kitten. I guess you'll be taking down Abbysinian first?"
"No. Let's save the best for the last..."
"Ha! That is so you! But, wasn't he our main target? I though you wanted him off as soon as possible?"
"They are not stupid, Hachikawa. Yhey will discover this is a trap the moment we take down the second one. We must cut all their information access before that happens."
"Wait. You mean Bombay?"
"Clever, isn't it? We will won't just take down the hacker of the team, but also the mission strategist. I'm sure we'll leave them like kittens without claws."
"Times like this make me feel glad I'm not your enemy Jun! Hahahahaha!"
Uh... I don't know what is happening here but I'm sure I don't want to hear anymore. What are you doing, Kuroda-san?
CLANK
Ack! The damn flower pot!
"Who is there?"
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shitohshitohshitohshit!
Acting on impulse, I put the flower base in its place and manage to turn the corner without making any sound, just in time to hear the door being open and heavy steps coming my way. I got the impression this Hachikawa guy would do something nasty to me if he find out I was listening to their weird conversation.
"There's no one outside, you must be hearing things..."
Yes!
"Hmmmm..." those heavy steps finally retreat back, the loud bang of the door being closed almost makes me jump outta my skin.
I don't know how I make it, but the next think I know I'm already back in my room, collapsing on my bed and trying to process all the information at once.
Coming to the conclusion that I gain myself a rather painfull headache and my thoughts just were going nowhere, I close my eyes and feel an uneasy sleep overtaking me. Maybe tomorrow everything will be more clear.
"Kuroda-san... what have you gotten yourself into?" I mutter, before feeling my eyes drop shut.
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I never noticed before how quiet would be the mission room, even in the midle of a rush hour. The sound of giggling highschoolers and screaming fangirls is completely shut off in these walls. Three hours... three hours of complete darkness and soothing silence is something I have not had since the day I met you. It would not have been more than twenty minutes before you came looking for me, asking for help in the shop, offering dinner, or just plainly asking if I was lonely.
Sometimes it was too much to handle. WhenI had to actually leave to get some quiet place, that it always ended being my sister's hospital room.
And then something changed, I got this childish curiosity about your constant behaviour, half expecting sometimes for the moment you would pop your head on my door and ask me with a redish blush for help in the flower shop, arguing that Yohji was nowhere to be seen and Omi was almost kidnapped by some random group of highschool girls.
And then we became lovers.
I certainly can't process the idea of not having you around me anymore.
"Aya-kun... are you there?" The sound of light footsteps wake me up lightly, but I don't move or flinch at the sudden interruption. I remain frozen on the spot, still sitting on the couch looking at your favorite chair like I was three hours, ten minutes and forty five seconds ago.
"Are you hungry? Do you need something?" He already knows the answers, so I don't say anything. Or move, by the way.
I'm expecting Omi to leave and let me become one with the nothingness around me but he's making some kind of noise, like fidgeting with his feet, I can't dare to move my eyes from your favorite chair and take a look, half of me is waiting for him to leave me and your chair alone, the other half of me just doesn't care.
"I... actually came here to apologize..."
"For?"
"For bringing Aya-chan here without telling you..."
Yesterday's reunion with my sister is something I have not give a deep though yet. Everything in my mind seems to be moving in slow motion since you left.
"I'm really sorry, I know it was not my place to do that but we couldn't think in anything else! I'm so sorry Aya-kun!" Poor Omi, he sounds really troubled. He really deserves some kind of answer.
"Aa..." There, I guess that's good enough.
But Omi seems to be still fidgeting with his feet. Poor carpet...
I resist the urge to turn my head and glare at him but your chair is a lot more amusing, so I just keep my quiet examination.
"Actually... there's something more..."
I bet your chair this is about Kritiker issues.
"Manx called earlier, she asked me if you were ready to take a mission"
See?
"Tell Manx there's no reason to uphold missions, if she insists on delaying Kritiker's work for Weiß, tell her it's her own fault. I'm not by any means hindering Persia's orders," I resist the urge to clear my throat, feels weird talking so much words in one sentence when you have been speaking in monosyllables for the past two months.
"I see. I'll tell her everything is OK then..." I finally hear the sound of retreating steps, going upstairs and then closing the door. I keep looking at your chair for a little while before closing my eyes, trying to recall yesterday's events...
They brought Aya-chan here. I'm still don't know how. but the moment she entered my room, I was crying on her comforting shoulder.
It was an odd feeling to cry. I haven't cried since the death of our parents, when her lifeless body lied so still on that hospital bed. But even then it wasn't this heart-breaking, desperate feeling leaving me so transparent.
I still don't know if I should thank Yohji for bringing her here or slice his guts off with my katana for the same reason.
But I really don't care at this moment... your chair is more amusing right now...
/"Ran nii-chan, if you feel like Ken-kun is not dead, maybe he isn't. Please don't give up on your life just yet... live for him..." /
Those were Aya-chan's last word, before leaving again.
I told her not to come back anymore, and she promised she wouldn't.
You were always right about this things Aya-chan, maybe you're right about this too?
What if Ken is still alive?
What if he's waiting for me?
Leaving my over-used spot on the couch, I finally start moving around, looking at your chair for the last time before sitting on the mission computer, the soft glow of the screen almost leaves me blind as I turn it on.
I start looking through Omi's files, searching for the last mission's file without hesitation.
This time for sure...
Dead or alive...
I will find you Ken.
TBC
