I'm sorry, Altealice, but this story is a Schu x Yohji. If you wait a little while longer, I have a second story which I'm thinking about having Aya x Omi. Thank you to those who reviewed. You made me feel guilty for just ending it there because I hate fics that just end. Ones like "Don't Speak", beautifully written, but I hated the ending.

OH I don't own Weiss Kreuz, but I wish they were real. They're so much more interesting then real guys.

Chapter Two

"Don't Leave"

God please don't be him. I don't want him to find me. Just let me be. I can't face him when I know I'd just hurt him more. Please don't let it be him. Please don't let it be him.

The blond man sank to the ground in the airport. He looked out of the glass windows he sat by, staring up at the moon. By now the moon was half way in the sky.

Back at the beach the redhead was now sitting on the beach watching the waves lap at the shoreline. The rain soaking through his black ensemble, but he doesn't seem to notice. Tears gently fall from his face as he tries to deny himself the truth of what just happened.

Why can't he forget about you? I'd do anything for him and he knows it, but he still loves you more. Why? What will it take for him to see? Let him go! I know you still have some kind of hold on him, even in death. Give him up. You can't hold onto the living in death. I know I've tried, but he made me see that. I want to help him. Give him up.

As he said these words to the black sky above him, the man at the airport fell asleep by the window. He finds himself in a secluded alley.

Oh God, please not this place.

"Why not? You've spent your life after I died blaming yourself for my death. Face it, you're masochistic." A young woman walks up to the man sitting by the wall. She kneels in front of him.

"I killed you twice...

"NO you didn't. I chose what to do. Not you. Unless you killed me by your own hand and quite frankly I'm glad you killed me the second time. I don't want to hurt people and I thank you for stopping me. Right now you need to get through your thick skull that if you do run away, you really will kill someone. He loves you. In fact he's blaming me for keeping you. Love, you've got to let me go. The dead don't belong with the living. You said once that I was your sun, but the sun is nothing without a moon. It shines brighter then anything else, but the moon watches over those in the dark. It gives hope to those who can never feel the sun. Let him guide you through the dark because you can't return to the light."

"I can't forget about you."

With a frustrated sigh, the lady whacks him on the head. "I never said forget about me. I said let me go. There is a difference. I love you and to live the way you do now is an insult to me. I loved life, since I can't live now, I want you to live for me."

"I don't want to hurt him anymore."

"And by running away you are accomplishing what? Oh I know you're hurting him more. He'd rather you stay by his side then run away from him. Now go before I kick your ass! You were annoying in life, but now you're worse."

She kisses him on the forehead, just as he wakes up.

The same whisper from before says"Go to him."

Should I end it here?