Title: Day Five - News; Letter

Author/Artist: Mei Zhu

Pairing: Kudoh Yohji x Fujimiya Ran

Fandom: Weiss Kreuz

Theme: #2 news; letter

Disclaimer: Not our boys. Boys belong to Koyasu Takehito and some other people.

Note: I'm feeling angsty. This took forever to write... like, two whole months or something... I remember someone asking about the last chapter in a review we got, something about whether or not tapes like that actually existed. Yes, I believe they do exist. Unfortunately, I don't think they actually work. But by all means, test one out and tell me what happens.

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As Yohji awoke from his mid-day nap, he felt unusually confident. It had taken a lot of work, but he had managed to end up alone in the house with Ran.

It had been very fortunate for Yohji that a customer who lived a few hours away needed flowers for her wedding; even more fortunate that the weather was expected to be so bad, there'd be no way this trip would take less than 24 hours to complete. Omi, under the influence of the tape, had almost succeeded in dragging Yohji with him on the delivery, but the thought of spending the night in a hotel room alone with a hormonal teenager who believed he wanted hot, passionate sex was too much for Yohji. Now, if Omi had been female, or a certain red-haired man, Yohji'd have seriously reconsidered. It took some light flirting to force Ken into begging Omi to let him go instead of Yohji. Apparently, the boy still remembered Yohji's accidental kiss.

Aya, however, had been Yohji's greatest accomplishment. Not only had he managed to arrange a sleepover at Aya's friend's house, but he had somehow managed to convince an unusually good-natured Ran to let her go.

Yes, Yohji mused as he strode downstairs for a snack before dinner, he was a genius.

Nearly bouncing off the last step in his happiness, Yohji stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that was bestowed upon him. Whether or not he believed in God didn't matter, he was going to go to church every single day for the rest of his life if he could be given that image to wake up to each and every morning... Even after planning this entire day, Yohji never dreamed he'd end up getting such a beautiful view of Ran's firm ass.

Ran stood up from the flower that he was leaning over and turned, almost as if he knew Yohji had been staring at him. "..." it took Yohji a moment to realize that he was still staring at Ran's waist-area and was now treated to somewhat of a better view. But he tore his eyes away anyways. Wouldn't want to indimidate the prey so early in the day.

"Morin', Ran."

"More like, Good afternoon. You sleep like a cow..."

"Ah, you were watching me sleep, Ran?" Yohji winked towards Ran as he sat down with a can of soda. "Didn't know you swung that way."

Ran rolled his eyes as he walked over to the door to pick up the newspaper. Yohji leaned as far out of his seat as he possibly could to catch another glimpse of that beautiful ass. However, due to the fact that he needed to retreat quickly, he accidentally tipped off his chair and found himself in a rather odd position as Ran walked back into the room; not to mention, completely sticky from the soda which had spilled all over him.

Ran gave Yohji a slightly exasperated look as he sat down. "You should clean that up before Omi gets back," he mumbled, flipping open the papers.

"Who knows," Yohji mumbled before he could help himself - more to himself than to Ran, "maybe the kid would actually find this arousing. Wouldn't put it past him."

Ran took a sip of his milk and didn't comment. As Yohji finally pulled himself off the floor, he heard a sputter and a small choking noise from the other side of the newspaper. "Fujim-?"

The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. Ran stood up quickly, knocking over the cup of milk, but not really paying attention. He was shaking horribly and was oddly pale. Silently, he walked towards the door, his heavy footsteps almost echoing throughout the empty apartment. "Where are you going...?"

"Out. For a walk."

Yohji slid on the mess on the floor as he attempted to run after Ran. "Wait, I'll come wi-" He was cut off with the slam of the front door.

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The blast of icy wind brought Ran back to reality and he suddenly wished he hadn't stormed out so fast; or, at least that he'd have had the right mind to bring along a coat. Shivering and lost in thought, he made his way down the steps, trying to make as much distance as possible between him and the newspaper.

Something large and shiny came hurling towards his head, and his brain snapped back into focus just in time to duck. Bending down, he examined the metal object that came so close to making a dent in his head.

"Oi, flower-boy," twitching at the nickname, Ran turned to look up at the only person who could possibly ever call him that. "Be a good little boy and toss those handcuffs back," Schuldig said silkily from his window two stories up, smirking down at Ran.

Before Ran could even properly react, however, something - or rather, somebody - had pressed up behind Schuldig and the orange-haired man was suddenly dangerously close to falling out the window. "Hey! Couldn't you morons wait a few more seconds before screwing the shit out of-" he cut himself off with a small purr. "I like whatever you're doing, Bradly." Schuldig pulled Brad in for a kiss and Ran took the chance to slip away.

The park was empty as he took a seat on one of the benches. He shivered as memories from his past flooded his mind. Before he knew what he was doing, Ran was crying for the first time in years.

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Yohji sighed as he stared outside at the darkened sky. Ran had been out for hours, and he was beginning to worry. Nobody could go outside without a jacket on and survive in this weather for that long... especially not with the thunderstorm that had just begun. However, Yohji didn't know where to start searching for Ran. Grabbing his coat, he made a decision to find the red-haired boy no matter what.

The wind and rain outside blinded Yohji for a moment as he stepped out of the building. He didn't notice the stooped figure sitting on the steps until he was practically sitting on the other man. "RAN! Holy shit, what are you doing outside like this!"

It was as if the other man didn't even hear him. As Yohji leaned in for a closer look, he could have sworn he saw tears rolling down the other man's cheek; though, it was more likely the rain. He sighed and sat down next to Ran's shivering figure. "Ok, here's the deal, I'm going to sit here - not that I like you or anything - and I'm going to freeze to death waiting for you to tell me what's up. And it'll be all your fault." He paused for a reaction and got nothing. "... gee, it's so nice to know people care about my well-being."

Signing, Yohji took a seat on the wet steps, close enough to Ran to hear anything if the red-haired man decided to spill his guts but far enough not to intimidate him. And, he sat there, waiting. The rain seemed to have stopped now, but the wind was starting to pick up. Looking over at Ran, Yohji noticed the soaked man shivering slightly. Sighing, he peeled off his coat. "Remember, if I get sick, it'll be all your fault," he said as he wrapped his coat around Ran's shoulders.

The red-haired man didn't say anything for a while and then, "My parents died three years ago..." he said softly, staring at the ground.

Yohji opened his mouth to make a blunt comment about how he wasn't sure what that had to do anything but caught himself just in time. An image of the newspaper headlines flashed unexpectantly through his mind. Softly, he wrapped his arms around the other man. "In a car accident?" The silence that followed his question confirmed his suspicions. They sat like that for a while, in complete silence.

"Yohji?" The way Ran said his name made the older man shiver. It was so... naked. "What happened to your parents?"

Yohji laughed nervously, receiving mixed feelings about the question. On one hand, Ran - the silent, hard-to-reach man - had just opened up to him. On the other hand, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to talk about his family. "Ah, gee..." he said, stalling for time.

"I see."

It was as if a door was shutting and enclosing Yohji in complete darkness. He had to do something before the door completely shut in his face. "I... left them. And, haven't talked to them since." He winced a little, but was surprised at how easy the confession came out. "I wasn't the perfect son, see."

Ran snorted, staring straight ahead. For the first time in that day, they shared a pleasant silence. Then, the red-haired man quietly stood up. "Kudoh?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." As Ran turned towards the doors of the apartment, Yohji could have sworn he saw the other man smile. "And, Yohji?"

"Yeah, Ran?"

"Tell anyone about this, and I'll kill you."