Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cocoon of Lies ❯ Memories (Omi) ( Chapter 2 )

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Warnings: homosexual themes, language, drugs use, non graphic sex, pseudo sex, very strong violence, OOC-ness, supernatural themes, death, (mental) bond, horror, blood and gore and everything like such.

Memories (Omi)

I pace around my room, fuming. How dares he? How dare he boss me around as if I have to obey his orders like we were assassins again? He even called me using my CODE NAME!

I am furious, first, he forbade me to date his sister, and then he forbade me to break up with her. Now he's forbidding me to go to clubs because I might CHEAT ON AYA?

I bet he still regards me as a kid whose blond head bobs under his mouth with innocent blue eyes. As much as I don't like to admit it, it's basically the truth. I haven't grown an inch since I'm 15 and I still look that age. Despite to the fact I'm in the top 10% of my class in academic marks, most teachers still mistake me as a little brother of one of their pupils.

I sit on my bed, sighing. I wish Yohji-Kun and Ken-Kun are still here, at least we'd have some noise in this house, any noise.

Yohji-Kun's jaws would have fallen to the ground if he heard me now, but I sourly miss the sound of him and Ken-Kun arguing.

I finger the darts on my bedside-table; I use to always keep them in my jacket. Now, as much as Ran-Kun loathes his katana, I love my darts just as much. I don't hate it; my assassin life was the most exciting time I had during my entire 19 years on earth. I actually felt a sense of meaning in life when I got a mission and I loved the flawless cooperation we had among the four of us… before we started to drift apart.

First Kritiker fell, and then Manx-San died trying to save Yohji. This grieved us, but the main reason we broke up was because of Ran-Kun, and Yohji-Kun.

I remember clearly how Ran-Kun came home one night nearly two years ago, and saw Ken-Kun and Yohji-Kun making out on the sofa. I remember Ran-Kun shouting "Shi-ne!" at Yohji-Kun and injured Ken-Kun's arm. I remember forcing Ran-Kun to calm down and thus getting hurt myself. But the moment he slashed me he regretted it, I remember blushing when he looked at me worried and gasping when he discovered how much damage he did to my biceps. I told him it was nothing but he dragged me upstairs and bandaged me up, then he fell apart against me.

I thought he wouldn't ever stop. He laid his head on my lap and sobbed and sobbed. I stroked his hair as I whispered comforting and meaningless stuff into his ears; he eventually calmed down and fell asleep against me, kneeling in front of me. And I soon fell asleep against him as well.

By morning Yohji-Kun and Ken-Kun were gone, they wrote a short note telling us that they were going to Paris and they weren't going to come back for a long time. I remember Yohji-Kun's last words were, "Aya, I'm sorry." And once again Ran-Kun fell in tears.

"It's all my fault!" He whispered hoarsely, " I sent them away!"

We never heard from them after that.

Ran-Kun literally mourned for a whole week, not eating and not sleeping. He often stood there in the middle of shop staring out into the streets, wishing Ken-Kun and Yohji-Kun would magically appear and walk towards us as if nothing ever happened. But of course it didn't come true. And he became thinner by the minutes.

I was finally sick of it. I called Aya-chan from Nagoya and asked her to come home as fast as she can. Meanwhile I forced food into him and made him go to bed, even if he doesn't close his eyes, he could still rest his head.

Then Aya-chan came and shook him by the shoulders, "What are you? A COWARD?" she shouted into his ear, "GET UP AND BE A MAN! Don't tell me you're mourning over YOHJI! He's just a fucking playboy who can't give a damn about what people thinks about him, get over him and get A LIFE!"

It somehow revived him. He became the icicle once again, except this time he was more withdrawn as ever. I hadn't seen him in a relationship for the past two years.

I sigh, putting down the darts, I decide to follow Ran-Kun to the club anyway. I find a pair of leather pants Yohji-Kun brought me as an April fools present. I really didn't have the heart to throw it out. I throw on a extra large shirt made of shiny silvery material which was Yohji-Kun's as well, before he went to France that is, now it's mine. Then I put on a bit of glitter on my hair. I check my image in my mirror, twisting like Yohji-Kun.

I hear Ran-Kun close the door softly and walk downstairs and out the front entrance, I quickly follow behind him and leave the apartment as quietly as I can.