One Last Note
by Kami-chan
Fandom: Weiss Kruez
Pairing: Yohji+Ran
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, oddly. It seems pointless to me, and short. I don't really like it. It was an odd idea that struck me late at night.
Disclaimers: Don't own Weiss, don't claim to have any skill in keeping the boys in character. :p So there.
Ivory-pale fingertips ran slowly across the glazed wood. So beautiful, the way a piece of strong, sturdy timber could bend and twist to shape itself around the frame of this elegant instrument. Violet eyes stared fixedly at the dark cherry varnish, reveling in the strength it seemed to give an otherwise fragile piece of art. Tongue passing over his lips, the redhead carefully lifted it from its case, tucking it beneath his chin in the long-practiced manner he'd learned at age 4. The bow slid effortlessly across the strings, drawing out a sound, a refrain, a melody so heartbreaking and melancholy that even Hell's angels would shed a tear for its player.
And so one did.
Under normal circumstances, Ran would not have dared to remove his treasure from hiding. On any normal day, it would remain buried in the back of his closet, secreted away behind a few boxes of old possessions. After all, the others couldn't know that he had a hobby; that would make him human. But sometimes, when he was certain he wouldn't be found, he dug it out of its box fortress, lovingly tuned it to perfection, and played until he felt his soul was empty again. It was the release he needed.
He'd made a mistake on this night, however. Just in the next room, his oversexed blonde partner had decided to turn in early rather than attend a cinema with the other two members of their group. Thinking himself alone, Ran had naturally reached for his violin, and when the melody haunted into Yohji's room through the thin walls, the playboy couldn't help but throw on a robe to investigate.
And so he stood, still as stone outside Ran's bedroom, watching through the crack in his door. Emerald-green eyes remained fixed upon the pale form long after his knees began to ache from crouching. Yohji was taken nearly-breathless, choking back quiet sobs with tightness in the back of his throat, a river of tears falling in tandem with the redhead's. For hours that seemed like an infinity, he was held entranced by Ran's music; music -- emotion -- that Yohji would never have thought him capable of.
Ran abruptly ceased his playing as he heard the screech of Ken's brakes in front of the house. Joyous laughter heralded their return, dulled by the closed windows, and Ran quickly began to close his case up. Too analytical for his own good, he listened well, and counted only the voices of the younger two, and quickly turned to rush into Yohji's room. Yohji was buried beneath the covers, back facing the door.
Ran left, closing Yohji's door again, without noticing the blonde man's shivering.