At the Beginning with You

By: Aerys Krystie.


Krad entered the kitchen, faintly seeing Omi sitting at the table with Yohji. Krad handed Omi the box he held, and went up to his room. He fell onto his bed, thinking of the telepath. He certainly was a cute one. He rolled onto his stomach, looking at the building across the street from the window behind the headboard of his bed. He smiled to himself, burying his face in his pillow, before getting onto his knees.

'Oh, get a grip, you freak! You don't fall every cute guy you see. Just because he wished you a happy birthday, doesn't mean anything. He might have mistaken you for someone else. Even if he did know you had ears and a tail.' Krad sighed, lowering his eyes, before kicking his joggers off.

It's your way of trying to get over Aya. He got over you so quickly, so you're trying to do the same thing. Krad removed his cap, and pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Oh crap! I really am latching onto the first thing to show an interest. Come on, man! It's only been a week and half since he broke it off. Get over it. Yeah, he got over me in two days, so I have every right to hunt that man down and have sex with him. Krad smiled, and sat on his bed again. Screw it. It's not "me". Forget that stupid promise to Aya! It's not as if he cares about it. Krad sighed, looking out his window again. But it was still a promise, and I don't go back on my word.

Krad jumped when someone knocked at his door. 'It's open!' he called through, turning his attention to the cluttered desk across from his bed. He glanced at the person who had entered his room, before he stared at the honey blond. 'Y-Yohji!'

Yohji smirked. 'You sound surprised, Krad. Just because I'm dating Aya, doesn't mean we have to stop being friends, does it?' Yohji sat on the foot of the bed, looking at the golden blond.

Krad bit his lower lip. He realized he had no reason to be unhappy with Yohji. After all, it was Aya who broke it off. It was Aya who had gone to Yohji. It was Aya he was, and still is, unhappy with. He looked at Yohji, and beamed. No, their friendship did not have to falter because of Aya.

'I'm sorry, Yohji. I didn't mean to be so selfish.' Krad laid back on his bed, his head narrowly missing the wall. He kicked his feet up onto his desk; that's how small the room was.

Yohji shook his head. 'Nah, don't apologize. Besides, it's quite difficult to enjoy being with Aya when he keeps petting me. You know, the way you like it.'

Krad frowned. 'Aya would only do that if I begged him.' 'Even then it wasn't so good.' Krad shook his head. Not now. I don't have time to deal with you in my head. 'Have you told Aya not to pet you?'

Yohji sighed, looking really jaded. 'It's not the petting that creeps me out. It's when he makes me wear ears and a tail when we have sex.' He felt the bed shift, and saw Krad sitting up from the corner of his eye. 'I know. I thought you were going to be the one who had the hard time getting over it, but Aya has just turned...weird.'

Krad moved onto his knees, so he was facing Yohji. 'Hmm...You know what I think, Yohji?'

Yohji closed his eyes, lowering his head. 'I knew it! I just knew he was insane!'

Krad frowned, but waved his hand in not caring way. 'No. I wasn't going to say that.' He smiled at the relieved look on Yohji's face. 'I was only going to say you need to set your limits.'

Yohji stood from the bed, pacing the length of the bed. 'I already have. I've tried to tell him no to the ears and tail. But, you know how it is when he looks at you that way, it's just impossible not to go along with him.'

'You can smoke in here, Yohji. I don't mind.' Krad saw Yohji raise an eyebrow at him, but none-the-less, Yohji got a cigarette and lit it. 'You'll just to learn to ignore that look, Yotan.'

Yohji exhaled the smoke in his lungs with a sigh. 'Yeah. Just how the fuck am I meant to do that?' He looked expectantly at Krad.

Krad shrugged. 'When you figure it out, let me know.'

Yohji groaned, taking another drag of his cigarette. 'You're a lot of help,' he grumbled, sitting down on the bed, beside Krad.

'I know, right?' He grinned like a child. His face went serious again. 'Is this the real reason why you came up here?'

Yohji butted his cigarette out on the stone floor of Krad's room. 'Actually, I came up here to see if you were alright. You seemed a little dazed when you came home.'

Krad blushed, lowering his head, allowing his cap to shield his face. 'It had been a while since I last went out. All the sights and sounds and smells just...got to me.' Oh, he wished he could lie.

Yohji raised a disbelieving eyebrow. 'Uh-huh? What's his name?'

Krad sighed, laying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. 'I don't know his name. But he was full of arrogance, uncertainty, lust, sorrow...All emotions possible were within him.'

'This is just some guy from the street?' Yohji's eyes widened when Krad hesitantly nodded. 'Man, you are way more twisted than I thought.' Yohji smirked. 'Anyway, I heard you got a B in calculus.'

Krad groaned, rolling over so he faced the wall. 'Don't remind me! It's despicable.'

Yohji laughed, patting Krad's exposed hip. 'Enjoy it, Krad. Besides Omi, you are smart.' He left the room, still chortling.


Krad sat up when the air around him shifted. Even if there was a strong breeze coming in through his window, which refused to close. He could tell there was someone else in his room. His eyes scanned all the shadows, until he found what he was looking for. A figure was standing at the foot of his bed, since there was nowhere else to stand. The figure was also blocking his only exit. He was not about to jump out the window.

What have I done to deserve this! He cleared his throat. 'State your business.'

'Well, to begin with...What you have done to deserve this, is being tossed to a side like yesterday's newspaper, by an asshole. And my business was just to watch you sleep.' The figure shifted a little.

Krad was fully awake now. 'This is the same telepath, right?' A small chuckle. 'I wanted to thank you for wishing me a happy birthday.'

The telepath shrugged. 'Don't mention it. I figured you deserved it since no-one else cared.'

Krad sat up, reaching for his cap, gasping when the figure got his wrist. 'Don't. I like your ears.'

Krad slowly pulled his hand away from his cap, and looked into emerald orbs. 'Why?'

'Why what?'

'Why me? Of all the people in the city, why did you chose me to play with?'

Again, the telepath shrugged. 'You still haven't asked my name.'

'Why would I ask your name?'

'Because you already know it?'

Krad giggled, shaking his head. 'I may be able to read emotions like thoughts, but I cannot pick up words. So, if it makes you feel better, telepath, may I know your name?'

'Schuldig.'

Krad raised an eyebrow. 'May I know your real name?'

Schuldig looked thoughtful. 'I don't think you're ready to know that information.' He laughed softly at Krad's pout. 'Cheer up, kitty.'

'Now it's your turn, Schuldig. Why me?'

Schuldig sat on the edge of the bed, beside Krad's legs. 'You didn't deserve what Aya did to you.'

Krad lowered his eyes to his hands, which were folded in his lap. 'I never would have thought you were a guy to care about someone else besides yourself.'

Schuldig smirked. 'Oh, don't get me wrong, I can be a right bastard, but I aint a fucking bastard.'

Krad stared at Schuldig's portrait. 'Hm.'

Schuldig sighed. 'Look, sometimes you find solace in strangers. You can cover it, but you cant keep a broken heart hidden.'

Krad pulled his knees to his chest, and rested his chin on them. 'Why do you care about what a stranger is going through?'

'Hey, no-one told me I was going to find you, alright?' Schuldig let his head fall back. 'Do you want a friend or not?'

'What guarantee do I have that you wont kill me?'

'None,' Schuldig replied immediately.

'Friends it is, then.'