Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Angels of the Silences ❯ Chapter 1

Angels of the Silences

By Yanagi-sen

WK songfic

Usual disclaimers, etc etc etc… Song used is by Counting Crows and I've been wanting to write a songfic to it forever, I just love the title.

Warnings: depressing, angst

~Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand / Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?~

He stayed there, staring out to the sea for a long time after Omi left. Normally the sounds and sight of the sea was a soothing balm to his often troubled soul. But not today. No, today the cry of the seabirds sounded lonely, reminding him how he was alone again.

His angel had left him.

~I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now/ Where'd you come from? Where am I going?~

His feet finally remembered how to move and he started walking. One foot in front of the other, again and again, till dusk was falling and the lights of the city blotted out any sight of the heavens above. He wasn't really sure where he was, or where he was going. All he knew was that he had to keep moving. The pain in his legs and feet would hopefully drown out the pain in his heart.

~Why'd you leave me 'till I'm only good for... / Waiting for you~

Intellectually he knew he should be hungry. But at the moment he was consumed by the emptiness in his heart. The emptiness of his stomach couldn't hope to compete.

Why? He couldn't think of a single thing he had done that would have led them to this place. Omi had given no explanation, just said it was over and he was leaving. That was it. No reason, no excuse, not even told in a way to soften the blow. There had been no hint, no warning… no nothing. And now he was left waiting for answers that would likely never come.

~All my sins../ I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you~

He had tried so hard. He had turned his back on the life he'd led. Turned his back on the only family he had known. Turned his back on his own misgivings, just for a chance at a life with Omi.

Was this payment for his sins? Was this his punishment for a youth misspent?

Karma was taking its due early.

~All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming~

The lights and sound blur together and it seems like he walked down an endless tunnel. Sometimes quiet residences and shrines, sometimes raucous pachinko parlors and karaoke bars. Hostesses tried to entice him to come in and have a beer. Street venders offered their latest knockoff merchandise. He was blind to all of it.

Such a waste. His was such a waste of a life. Too much time spent on the dreaming and not enough on living. Too much time, too many dead. Too many sins to even atone for.

~Every night these silhouettes appear above my head/ Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper~

He had drowned out the sound of his doubts with the whispered assurances from his lover. No… no longer lover. Ex-lover? Former lover? What does one call the love of their life when they decide to up and leave?

"Bastard."

Without even thinking about it, he sidestepped the drunken punch that came sailing in his direction. Spinning, he tripped and laid the belligerent man out on the sidewalk. "I wasn't talking to you."

Before the drunk could get up, he was gone. Gone… just like Omi.

~Every time I fall asleep Every time I dream/ Did you come? Would you lie?~

He had known from the first that Tsukiyono was a master liar. That much genkiness had to be feigned. As he buried his feelings behind an uncaring mask, Omi hid his behind a smile. He had thought they would get along so well, yin and yang and all that. But no.

How much of it had been a lie? For how long, when he thought Omi cared and maybe even loved him, had the blond been hiding behind that all-to-ready smile of his?

He used to have dreams of Omi's smile… now they would be nightmares.

~Why'd you leave us 'till we're only good for.../ Waiting for you~

He noticed a subway station entrance and stumbled down the steps. Omi said he was leaving… this should have been enough time for the blond to get whatever he was taking. He was a little surprised at where he had ended up; he must have walked a lot farther than he thought. He fumbled through his wallet till he found his subway pass. It would take a while to get back to the apartment, this line wouldn't take him where he needed to go, he would have to make a couple transfers.

Stepping onto the car, he grabbed the handrail and stared at his reflection in the window.

~All my sins.../ I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you/ All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming~

"tadaima…"

Numbly, he closed the door behind him, absently flicking the look. He carefully toed off his shoes, nudging them into order. He noticed that the usual pile of untidy footwear that was normally by the door was gone.

He didn't bother to turn on a light. He walked through the dim apartment, lit by the light of the city outside to look out the window. Somewhere, out in that teeming throb of humanity and architectural monstrosities, was Omi.

~I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed/ Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book~

The bed was far too large for just him. Too large and too cold. Too alone.

Sighing, he flopped over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He had to sleep. He had work in the morning. But somehow he didn't think sleep was going to happen much that night.

~Suck my blood, break my nerve offer me their arms/ Well, I will not be an enemy of anything~

That smile. He hadn't thought he would see that smile again.

"Nagi."

"Welcome home, Omi." He held the door open wider, but the blond didn't come in. "What's wrong?"

"It's over."

He frowned. But Omi had come back… "What do you mean?" The blonde's hand, which had been behind his back, came into view. He was holding a gun. "Omi?!"

"It's over…"

Gasping, he sat up in bed, sweat running cold between his shoulder blades.

~I'll only stand here/ Waiting for you~

Shivering, he climbed into the shower, turning it as hot as he could possibly stand. He rubbed his arms, trying to chase away the chill. Every time he closed his eyes he saw it again. Omi, pulling the trigger with a smile on his face.

~All my sins.../ I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you~

He fell to his knees under the spray, water running over his face like tears.

~All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming~

-owari-

Oh man… THAT was depressing. I knew it would be, given the song but… That mental image of Omi smiling while shooting Nagi, CREEPY! Even if it was only a dream. Eeeks… I need to find something fluffy to read now…