JacquesA: What?! No reviews?
Jackie: How sad.
JacquesB: How are you going to write the next chapter?
Jackie: With you of course! And with my reviewers!
JacquesA: That's right! Me and JacquesB will always be there for you!
JacquesB: We will?
JacquesA: ::smacks JacquesB::
JacquesB: Always!
Jackie: Awww..thanks guys! You're so nice to me! Unlike all those readers out there who never review. Let's give them the evil glare!
Jackie, JacquesA, and B: ::gives evil glare::
JacquesA: Maybe NOW they will get the message. So let's start the chapter. All same disclaimers apply.
Jackie: BTW, this is in first person, but NOT in Aya-chan's POV. You'll just have to read and find out whose POV it is in. However, I'm assuming at this point Aya-chan still doesn't know that Ran is an assassin. I mean she's been in a coma for two years and I really don't think Sakura would want to tell her that her brother kills people. Also, remember this is a Post-Gluhen setting.
Wo ist mein Bruder?
Chapter 2
How many days had it been? 200? 300? In any case, it hasn't been enough. I had lost count at about ninety. I still don't think I had been there long enough. There is no way I could ever be forgiven for my sins. However, I still continued to pray.
I wasn't always a religious person. It was only in prison when I started to attend their weekly masses and finally had myself baptized. Don't ask me why I did it. I thought I would help me cleanse my soul. Of course I was sadly mistaken, because a person like me could never be forgiven so easily.
I had thought of many ways of trying to 'heal my soul.' Damn, that reminded me of Yohji. In some ways, I wish I had done what he did. He must be bliss right now. Yohji can now live forever in sweet bliss without ever knowing about his damned past or the damned sins he committed. Sure he would probably try and find out who he really was, but thanks to the tight security of Kritiker, Yohji will never have to worry about his old damned life again.
So why, why hadn't I done that? Why didn't I just stay and try to experience bliss for myself? Well, I guess I thought it couldn't be that easy. I mean it really does sound too easy of in escape, right? You had sinned, God knows you had sinned, but you don't know you had sinned. It just didn't seem right.
Yes, I had also thought about just killing myself. I deserve to die anyway. Well, actually, after the whole Koua Academy incident, I don't think I would be able to do go through it. I may be brave enough to bring the blade to my wrist, but I my not be able to pierce it through my skin.
My last choice was prison. That's where most people go for being criminals anyway. Besides, this wasn't much different from the prison I lived in before. The only difference was those ugly suits, crappy food, and of course, iron bars.
And there I sat. I was just sitting in my dark cell all alone. Since of the length of time I had been there, I had memorized everything about the place. I knew there was really no point, but for some odd reason I felt like I needed to keep my assassin skills sharp. The prison guards tried to take me different ways to different places to prevent escape; however, small details still went into notice.
Click clack, jingle jangle. That had to be one of the prison guards. He was only five cells away.....make that four...three...two...one. At one, I heard him stop. That was odd. I knew it was too early for lunch, and it definitely wasn't time for them to let the inmates to cluster together. So why was he there? Had I been released? Had my time been paid in full? Had my sins been forgiven?
My hopes of that ever being true were soon diminished as the words of the guard were augmented, "You have a visitor." A visitor? Who would be visiting me? Of course Yohji wouldn't come and Persia definitely wasn't stupid enough to show up here. Aya? Had Aya come back? Was he really visiting me? Halleluiah! My soul had been saved!
I soon ripped my name tag of my suit and boldly gave it to the guard. He didn't look that though. Don't get me wrong, a prison guard is a prison guard, but he was short and there didn't seem to be ANY muscle on the guy. And all he did was laugh when I gave him my name! Who the hell did he think he was!
Following him, I just couldn't contain myself. I was smiling all over. Seeing Aya really meant something to me. He and I were the only ones that decided to keep our true identity, so it felt like there was a better connection between us than between any other member of Weiss.
"In here, and try to keep it short," the guard pointed to a brightly light room with a huge glass wall in the center of it. Underneath the wall were a booth and a phone meant for the prisoners and the visitors. However, my heart crumbled when I didn't see anybody sitting on the other side.
"Sir?" Why I called the guy 'sir' bewildered myself, but I wanted to know if there was really a visitor for me.
I suppose the guard understood my question with the single 'sir' because he soon replied, "She will be with you in a minute."
She? A 'she' came to visit me? What the hell was going on here? I was determined to find an answer, so I ran to the booth, picked up the phone and started to shout into the receiver.
Giggling? Giggling? Damn that guard! All he ever did was giggle or laugh. It really got on my last nerve! I was going to punch that guy in the face if it was the last thing I was going to do! I would never kill him though, just a 'small' punch. I wound up my arm really far back and, "SIR! She's here."
My arm went limp right away and I strange fear fell over my face. My female visitor was here. If only I knew who she was! Then this strange fear wouldn't be so easily written on my face, "Sir?"
The fear on my face soon grew like a cancer to the rest of my body as a new feminine voice was heard, "Would it be okay if we had some privacy?"
I still hadn't turned around, but kept my glare to the guard. "Ma'am, I'm here for your protection. If I were you I wouldn't trust this man." I would have easily punched him that time, but fear was still paralyzing me.
"Please sir? It will only be for awhile. Besides, I trust him."
"If that is what you wish," but before the guard left the room he gave one last menacing glare at me. I felt like such a coward just standing there, but I just couldn't get myself to turn to face the visitor. Her voice sounded so young and beautiful, yet in a way, somewhat familiar.
I was able finally able to get enough courage to turn around. Something wasn't right. She was on my side of the glass! How was that possible? Well I guess it makes sense, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hear her talk so clearly to the guard without using the phone. Wait a minute. There was something else that wasn't right. "AYA-CHAN!"
"Hello, Hidaka-san." Hello Hidaka-san? Hello Hidaka-san? What was wrong with this sentence! Well, beside the fact that it came from Aya-chan.
"Please, call me Ken." Did I actually say that?
"Hai, Ken-kun. I wanted to ask you something." Oh? I wondered what she wanted to ask me. I would have replied, but Aya-chan just kept speaking without the let for interruption, "I'm sorry I came here, but you were the first name on my list and I wanted information. I asked Momoe-san and she only gave me information about you and not my brother! I just wanted her to tell me all about him, but she wouldn't she wouldn't! What was I supposed to do? I went to the address that she gave me, but I didn't realize it was a prison. I went in anyway, because I want answers! Answers, Ken-kun! Answers!"
That girl was just talking way to fast for my mind to comprehend. She demanded answers, but for what questions? I was starting to form questions of my own. "Aya-chan, what is it exactly you need to know?"
"I need to know about my brother!" Her hard face softened. She had had her fist raised like she was about ready to start a fight, but she soon lowered it down preventing herself from doing so. I wish I could tell her everything I knew about her brother, but those types of things she should only be told by her brother himself. "Do you know anything about my brother?"
"The only thing I know is where he is."
"Then where? Where is my brother?"
"The last time I saw him was when he was leaving on a plane for America. However that was before I even entered prison. I wish I knew more."
"So he did go to America!" Aya-chan sounded so happy for a moment, "So then why is he never returned?" The moment of happiness went away as it came.
The answer for that question even I didn't know the answer too. And it was the first time one of Aya-chan's question actually lingered on my mind. I had suddenly realized that I too wanted to know the answers to all my questions about Aya, I mean Ran. "Aya-chan, I think I know what we can do."
"We?" Aya-chan looked so dazed by my use of the word 'we.' There was I way I am sure that both of us could go to America to search for her brother.
"Yes, I meant 'we.' I want to help you find your brother." Aya-chan took a long deep look into my eyes and then looked away. I didn't realize it at first, but she was actually trying to hide her tears from me. I wouldn't have wanted her to. I wanted her to know that I was there for her, and not only her brother. No, it was nothing like a thing of lust, but of a different kind of bond that I felt like we shared. "First, can I ask a favor from you?"
She slowly nodded, "Hai."
"Well, before we go anywhere, I need to get out of here right?"
"Hai."
"And I know just the person you need to go to."
"Who?"
"Taketori Mamoru."
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Jackie: Yeah! Another chapter done! Despite what you may think this is not going to be a yaoi fic. Well at least not a KenXAya. For some reason, I just don't see them making a good couple. But brotherly love is always good! Right! BTW, even though I will be changing POVs from chapter to chapter, I think I may eventually go back to Aya-chan's after a few more chapters are written. Lastly I would like to thank my sole reviewer Lady Subaru. You're review was very inspiring! I think I have found a new muse.
JacquesA and JacquesB: HEY! Aren't we your muses?
Jackie: Not anymore!
JacquesA: Fine then. JacquesB, pack your bag, we're leaving.
Jackie: No wait! I was only kidding! Don't leave! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jackie: How sad.
JacquesB: How are you going to write the next chapter?
Jackie: With you of course! And with my reviewers!
JacquesA: That's right! Me and JacquesB will always be there for you!
JacquesB: We will?
JacquesA: ::smacks JacquesB::
JacquesB: Always!
Jackie: Awww..thanks guys! You're so nice to me! Unlike all those readers out there who never review. Let's give them the evil glare!
Jackie, JacquesA, and B: ::gives evil glare::
JacquesA: Maybe NOW they will get the message. So let's start the chapter. All same disclaimers apply.
Jackie: BTW, this is in first person, but NOT in Aya-chan's POV. You'll just have to read and find out whose POV it is in. However, I'm assuming at this point Aya-chan still doesn't know that Ran is an assassin. I mean she's been in a coma for two years and I really don't think Sakura would want to tell her that her brother kills people. Also, remember this is a Post-Gluhen setting.
Wo ist mein Bruder?
Chapter 2
How many days had it been? 200? 300? In any case, it hasn't been enough. I had lost count at about ninety. I still don't think I had been there long enough. There is no way I could ever be forgiven for my sins. However, I still continued to pray.
I wasn't always a religious person. It was only in prison when I started to attend their weekly masses and finally had myself baptized. Don't ask me why I did it. I thought I would help me cleanse my soul. Of course I was sadly mistaken, because a person like me could never be forgiven so easily.
I had thought of many ways of trying to 'heal my soul.' Damn, that reminded me of Yohji. In some ways, I wish I had done what he did. He must be bliss right now. Yohji can now live forever in sweet bliss without ever knowing about his damned past or the damned sins he committed. Sure he would probably try and find out who he really was, but thanks to the tight security of Kritiker, Yohji will never have to worry about his old damned life again.
So why, why hadn't I done that? Why didn't I just stay and try to experience bliss for myself? Well, I guess I thought it couldn't be that easy. I mean it really does sound too easy of in escape, right? You had sinned, God knows you had sinned, but you don't know you had sinned. It just didn't seem right.
Yes, I had also thought about just killing myself. I deserve to die anyway. Well, actually, after the whole Koua Academy incident, I don't think I would be able to do go through it. I may be brave enough to bring the blade to my wrist, but I my not be able to pierce it through my skin.
My last choice was prison. That's where most people go for being criminals anyway. Besides, this wasn't much different from the prison I lived in before. The only difference was those ugly suits, crappy food, and of course, iron bars.
And there I sat. I was just sitting in my dark cell all alone. Since of the length of time I had been there, I had memorized everything about the place. I knew there was really no point, but for some odd reason I felt like I needed to keep my assassin skills sharp. The prison guards tried to take me different ways to different places to prevent escape; however, small details still went into notice.
Click clack, jingle jangle. That had to be one of the prison guards. He was only five cells away.....make that four...three...two...one. At one, I heard him stop. That was odd. I knew it was too early for lunch, and it definitely wasn't time for them to let the inmates to cluster together. So why was he there? Had I been released? Had my time been paid in full? Had my sins been forgiven?
My hopes of that ever being true were soon diminished as the words of the guard were augmented, "You have a visitor." A visitor? Who would be visiting me? Of course Yohji wouldn't come and Persia definitely wasn't stupid enough to show up here. Aya? Had Aya come back? Was he really visiting me? Halleluiah! My soul had been saved!
I soon ripped my name tag of my suit and boldly gave it to the guard. He didn't look that though. Don't get me wrong, a prison guard is a prison guard, but he was short and there didn't seem to be ANY muscle on the guy. And all he did was laugh when I gave him my name! Who the hell did he think he was!
Following him, I just couldn't contain myself. I was smiling all over. Seeing Aya really meant something to me. He and I were the only ones that decided to keep our true identity, so it felt like there was a better connection between us than between any other member of Weiss.
"In here, and try to keep it short," the guard pointed to a brightly light room with a huge glass wall in the center of it. Underneath the wall were a booth and a phone meant for the prisoners and the visitors. However, my heart crumbled when I didn't see anybody sitting on the other side.
"Sir?" Why I called the guy 'sir' bewildered myself, but I wanted to know if there was really a visitor for me.
I suppose the guard understood my question with the single 'sir' because he soon replied, "She will be with you in a minute."
She? A 'she' came to visit me? What the hell was going on here? I was determined to find an answer, so I ran to the booth, picked up the phone and started to shout into the receiver.
Giggling? Giggling? Damn that guard! All he ever did was giggle or laugh. It really got on my last nerve! I was going to punch that guy in the face if it was the last thing I was going to do! I would never kill him though, just a 'small' punch. I wound up my arm really far back and, "SIR! She's here."
My arm went limp right away and I strange fear fell over my face. My female visitor was here. If only I knew who she was! Then this strange fear wouldn't be so easily written on my face, "Sir?"
The fear on my face soon grew like a cancer to the rest of my body as a new feminine voice was heard, "Would it be okay if we had some privacy?"
I still hadn't turned around, but kept my glare to the guard. "Ma'am, I'm here for your protection. If I were you I wouldn't trust this man." I would have easily punched him that time, but fear was still paralyzing me.
"Please sir? It will only be for awhile. Besides, I trust him."
"If that is what you wish," but before the guard left the room he gave one last menacing glare at me. I felt like such a coward just standing there, but I just couldn't get myself to turn to face the visitor. Her voice sounded so young and beautiful, yet in a way, somewhat familiar.
I was able finally able to get enough courage to turn around. Something wasn't right. She was on my side of the glass! How was that possible? Well I guess it makes sense, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hear her talk so clearly to the guard without using the phone. Wait a minute. There was something else that wasn't right. "AYA-CHAN!"
"Hello, Hidaka-san." Hello Hidaka-san? Hello Hidaka-san? What was wrong with this sentence! Well, beside the fact that it came from Aya-chan.
"Please, call me Ken." Did I actually say that?
"Hai, Ken-kun. I wanted to ask you something." Oh? I wondered what she wanted to ask me. I would have replied, but Aya-chan just kept speaking without the let for interruption, "I'm sorry I came here, but you were the first name on my list and I wanted information. I asked Momoe-san and she only gave me information about you and not my brother! I just wanted her to tell me all about him, but she wouldn't she wouldn't! What was I supposed to do? I went to the address that she gave me, but I didn't realize it was a prison. I went in anyway, because I want answers! Answers, Ken-kun! Answers!"
That girl was just talking way to fast for my mind to comprehend. She demanded answers, but for what questions? I was starting to form questions of my own. "Aya-chan, what is it exactly you need to know?"
"I need to know about my brother!" Her hard face softened. She had had her fist raised like she was about ready to start a fight, but she soon lowered it down preventing herself from doing so. I wish I could tell her everything I knew about her brother, but those types of things she should only be told by her brother himself. "Do you know anything about my brother?"
"The only thing I know is where he is."
"Then where? Where is my brother?"
"The last time I saw him was when he was leaving on a plane for America. However that was before I even entered prison. I wish I knew more."
"So he did go to America!" Aya-chan sounded so happy for a moment, "So then why is he never returned?" The moment of happiness went away as it came.
The answer for that question even I didn't know the answer too. And it was the first time one of Aya-chan's question actually lingered on my mind. I had suddenly realized that I too wanted to know the answers to all my questions about Aya, I mean Ran. "Aya-chan, I think I know what we can do."
"We?" Aya-chan looked so dazed by my use of the word 'we.' There was I way I am sure that both of us could go to America to search for her brother.
"Yes, I meant 'we.' I want to help you find your brother." Aya-chan took a long deep look into my eyes and then looked away. I didn't realize it at first, but she was actually trying to hide her tears from me. I wouldn't have wanted her to. I wanted her to know that I was there for her, and not only her brother. No, it was nothing like a thing of lust, but of a different kind of bond that I felt like we shared. "First, can I ask a favor from you?"
She slowly nodded, "Hai."
"Well, before we go anywhere, I need to get out of here right?"
"Hai."
"And I know just the person you need to go to."
"Who?"
"Taketori Mamoru."
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Jackie: Yeah! Another chapter done! Despite what you may think this is not going to be a yaoi fic. Well at least not a KenXAya. For some reason, I just don't see them making a good couple. But brotherly love is always good! Right! BTW, even though I will be changing POVs from chapter to chapter, I think I may eventually go back to Aya-chan's after a few more chapters are written. Lastly I would like to thank my sole reviewer Lady Subaru. You're review was very inspiring! I think I have found a new muse.
JacquesA and JacquesB: HEY! Aren't we your muses?
Jackie: Not anymore!
JacquesA: Fine then. JacquesB, pack your bag, we're leaving.
Jackie: No wait! I was only kidding! Don't leave! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
