Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Door ❯ Closed Doors ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Authoress K. C. 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 698 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 698 | Status: Completed
Closed Doors
By: Authoress K. C.
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*whimper* I love bishonen...... *sigh* I think I like them too much, what do you think? And please, i'm being nosey, how many of you ff.net authors are guys? Lemme know, I'm getting the feeling that most of us are female. *waves the Rocker Chick banner over her head proudly* Enjoy Minna!
~~~
Looking in the doorway, I sigh, seeing red hair spread over the pillow, normally alert eyes closed in sleep. I lean against the doorjamb and gaze at the still form, sleeping against stark white sheets. Pale and fragile looking, but the most dangerous man I know. I turn, pulling quietly on the door, sliding it shut. He's the only one with bare wooden floors. Yohji has thick black shag carpeting, Omi covers his with braided rag rugs and cute throw rugs. I have a big blue area rug covering most of my floor.
I walk down the cold hall, feeling the tightly joined, polished wooden floorboards under my bare feet. I open my door and walk in, feet touching the edge of the area rug, the warm thickness a small comfort. I slide into bed and close my eyes, seeing the thin, vulnerable looking form in my head.
---
I step into the kitchen in time to see Omi rush past me, looking pale and very ill. I look after him for a moment, then after Yohji who rushes after him. The two are gone from my sight, so I turn back to the kitchen, eyes straying to the cold, silent man sitting stiffly in his chair, drinking his milk and eatting his toast. He never seems to eat or drink much else. Milk and toast seems to be his diet. I smile and get my coffee, a peice of toast and a strip of frying bacon. Aya doesn't do anything, just sits there.
I sit at the table and look at Aya who's clear violet eyes flick up at me, emptiness in their crystal depths. The dead look penetrates me, making me feel cold. I bravely smile and stick the very end of my bacon in my mouth and wiggle it up and down with my tounge, making the whole thing wiggle like some really weird, really long tounge.
Aya smiles, violet eyes flaring warmth then retreating back into emotionless ice. The smile vanishes into a tight line and Aya stands, curtly telling me to hurry and eat, we have first shift.
---
Again I stand at his doorway, looking in, seeing the long form laying against the white sheets. His skin is like porcelin, so pale and smooth. His red hair never seems to get ratty, even after he sleeps, it spreads like a pool of crimson blood around his head and shoulders. I shudder. The image is not a pleasent one. Omi is sick, Yohji doesn't leave Omi's side, litterally, the boy is plastered to it, clutching him for warmth. More than once I've caught him looking in the doorway to Yohji's room in the middle of the night on my way to the bathroom.
I slip inside, moving closer, daring my fate with the leader of Weiss. I slide closer to the bed, seeing now how sometimes his fingers twitch, and how he cringes in his sleep. His eyes are squinched shut, mouth a tight line, face taunt as he dreams.
I kneel beside the mattress and lay my fingers on the edge. He flinches in his sleep, face tightening, a soft whine passing through his tightly sealed lips. I reach out, slowly, carefully, hand hovering over a pale shoulder, ready to lay my hand on the smooth skin. Then I realize, that, if I did, he'd kill me before he took a good look at me.
I draw back, rising and slipping over to floor, stopping at the door to look back at the sleeping face. Such a flawless face, with such a flawed personality. I leave.
---
I stop by Omi's after school to see Aya handing the boy a softly pink rose with a mention of it looks like him when he's feeling well. Aya turns, ignores my presence compleatly and slides like a shadow into his room, the door closing behind him. I stop in, asking how he's doing, laughing a little and handing him the tape of the little kid's fifth game since he was too sick to show up.
I turn, go to the next room, grab a pair of khaki's, a blue and white soccer jersey and a pair of boxers. I turn, go across the hall, and go into the bathroom, checking that my CD is still in and push play. The music booms around the large, echoing room. I turn on the shower and make sure I put my shampoo and Aya's bodywash into the shower. Aya never notices, he assumes its Yohji.
*hey now your an all star get your game on go play hey now your a rock star get the show on get paid*
I dance around the bathroom, swinging my shirt and tossing it haphazardly at the hamper. It hits the door, which opens only a second later, catching me in mid-wriggle. Violet eyes look at me impassivly, then the corner of the usually stern mouth quirks up and Aya slides in, uses the bathroom while I turn my head, face pink. The man leaves and pauses at the door.
"Put more hip into your swing and you won't miss."
The door closes and I'm left staring after the enigmatic man in something approching petrification. Aya is giving me tips on how to dance?! On how to STRIP DANCE?! Oh my, methinks I feel faint. I hurry to finish stripping down and hop into the shower, letting the warm water pass over me. I wash my hair then let the pounding water rinse it. The water slicks away the dirt and sweat I get coaching the kids. I love soccer, I coach activly, not passivly.
I pick up the loofah and put some of Aya's bodywash on it, lathering up and rubbing myself down, inhaling the sweet scent of apples and kiwi. The man knows his bodywash. I smell like Aya when I step into the steam filled room. Yohji and Omi are in here, Yohji's propping Omi up, helping him use the toilet. I helpfully unroll some paper for him and hand it over before I tug on my boxers. Omi and Yohji both are somewhat awkward with me just getting out of the shower, but I tell them its okay, I never heard them come in. Yohji points at my music and says its no wonder, with it turned up so loud.
They leave and I'm working on pulling my khaki's over my still slightly damp legs since the room is fill with moist steam. Aya slips in and looks me over, from steam flushed face to the water rolling in clear beads down my lightly sun-golden chest to where I'm pulling my khaki's on. I pause, looking at him curiously and then haul my pants up, fastening them quickly. Aya's eyes only catch mine and the man gaves a very faint smile, then his eyes travel over my damp bare skin, this time his gaze so heated its like the touch of a hand.
I move and reach for my shirt when he plucks it up, pulls it over my head and tucks my arms through the sleeves, all in the same motion. He gives me another smile and leaves the room. I stand there, in shock, staring after him. I shake myself out of my staring fit, wade the sea of drool, someone should mop that up, then leave the bathroom. I pass Nagi and Farfello in the hall. I narrow my eyes and grunt wordlessly as Nagi politly says hello while Farfello just looks at me, chewing his bottom lip. I wonder about those two, but, I don't like them enough to care. If the boy wants to get himself killed, more power too him.
---
I stand again in the doorway. He's so beautiful, but so cold. I followed him, only one time, to the hospital. I sat in the alley across the street. I spied. I had too. He went in looking upset, with a boquet of blue flowers, and came out looking a little more happy, minus the flowers. I went in after he left and asked. He has a sister! He seems to have taken her name, her name is Aya. His is Ran. I'll never tell him I know.
He so quiet tonight, still as death. I turn to leave, starting to pull the door shut when a pair of hands stop me, landing quietly on my shoulders. I stiffen instantly, still as stone. The hands let go and one turns me to face him. Violet eyes in a porcilen face, red hair floating lightly about pale shoulders. He's not wearing anything, did I forget to mention that he sleeps in the nude?
"Why are you here."
The toneless voice, slow and purposeful. I shake my head wordlessly, not answering him. He looks at me, then pulls me away from the door, reaching out and pushing it gently shut. He draws me farther in, pulling me into the warm air of his room. His room is the warmest in the house, he likes it that way, I guess.
He stops near his bed and looks at me. I must look scared because he shakes his head.
"I'm not going to kill you."
I look at him closely, he's almost smiling. I tenitivly smile back and he lets me go, and takes another step back, lowering onto his bed, legs crossing feminenly. I stand there like a baka, staring. He smiles only faintly and beckons me closer. I take a small step and he reaches out, grabbing me by the waistband of my boxers. He pulls me forwards to stand before him, shaking like a leaf in the wind.
He smiles a little more, reaching up to touch my face with his fingertips. Then he lets go and pats the bed next to him.
"Sit."
I obey. I have to. He'll kill me. I sit and put my hands on my kness, ramrod stright. I always sit that way when I'm nervous. And I'm not nervous very often, it takes a lot to make me nervous. He looks at me with those deep chips of amethest crystal and I sit there under that gaze before he reaches out and cups my face with his hands, tipping back my head. He looks at me curiously for a moment, then smiles again. I give a faint smile of my own and then gasp, though it never really reaches the air. Instead, its swallowed by Aya's kiss.
He holds me tight against him and kisses me, parting my lips without the slightest hesitation. Not that I'm really trying to resist. I loop my arms around his shoulders, feeling his bare skin against my chest as I willingly open for him, kissing him back. I'm not looking at anything, I have my eyes shut, praying that I'm not dreaming again.
He finally lets me go and looks at me, with a heat in his eyes that is startling, deep, unfathemable lust and desire, mixed with hope and love. I stare back at him, knowing my face is compleatly giving away my own jumble of emotions.
"So. Why were you there."
I shake my head again, fingers threading into his red hair, cupping his skull, pulling his head down to mine, kissing him again. Lightly this time, just a gentle brush. His mouth touches mine, then it moves on. Down the column of my throat, to my shoulder, over my chest, lightly touching my nipples. I sigh with heavenly delight. I'm going to Hell anyhow, I kill for a living, but, hey, why not enjoy the ride! I think back for a moment, to sticker I saw in a shop Yohji dragged me into. HOT TOPIC. It said, The Whole World Is Going To Hell And I'm Driving The Bus!
I breath raggedly as the man lightly touches me, hand slipping inside my boxers while his mouth moves back up to my face. His lips travel to my jaw and to the sensitive skin just below, tounge flicking out, making me shivver against him. He lets me go and presses me back along the length of the bed, leaning over me, eyes still burning down on me. His hands slide gently down my skin, fingers catching my boxers and pulling them down the length of my legs, tossing them off the bed.
He slides between my legs, which spread wider for him. He lightly rubs my thighs with the palms of his hands before one moves out of my sight. There's a pressure then a slight discomfort. I writher slightly, making a small noise. He quiets me with kisses and light caresses. Then he slides in a second finger, followed a minute or so later by a third and even, oh lord, a fourth. Thats a little much for streaching, but, he's not really looking too concerned.
He looks up and down my body, now slicked with sweat, glistening in the faint moon light. His eyes are looking at me, every naked inch, like the caress of a hand. Then his fingers are gone and oddly enough, if feels kind of empty. Then, he pulls me towards him, so his thighs are under mine. He slides in, a slow, sensuous movement. I gasp deeply, moving to meet his deep thrust. I forcfully raise my body up, wrapping my arms around his neck, sliding straight down on him. It drives him deeper and he grasps my hips, thrusting upwards again. I cry out softly, rocking against him. It feels so good.
He repeats the movement, and each time, its better, deeper, more fulfilling. I cry and whimper, rocking to meet him, pushing back against his thrusts. I give one last loud cry and cum between us, his hand wrapped around my pulsing cock. He leanes forwards, burying his face in my shoulder with a sob, and I feel his warmth within me. We sit there for a long moment, still entwined, still joined together as the fires within us both die down to natural levels.
Finally we gather enough energy to move, detangling. He leans off the bed and lifts a towel, cleaning us both up. Then, his jewel-like eyes rise to mine, brimming with joy that I've never seen. His mouth is curved upwards and he's ACTUALLY giving me a pure, compleat smile. I smile back, fingers sliding through his tangled red hair. I murmur softly.
"So, it can tangle."
He laughs lightly, then pulls me down to him. I lay against him, feeling his warmth. I fall asleep to the sound of his soft breathing.
---
Aya moved down the hall, catching sight of Omi pacing his room, sobbing softly. He shook his head and moved on. He'd talk to the boy in the morning. He needed to hurry and get back to Ken. He smiled. Ken. No more closed doors to the boy.
~OWARI~
*sob* That stunk! *whimper* I tried really hard too! *sniffle*
K. C. *muah!* =^.^= *mew*
By: Authoress K. C.
~~~
*whimper* I love bishonen...... *sigh* I think I like them too much, what do you think? And please, i'm being nosey, how many of you ff.net authors are guys? Lemme know, I'm getting the feeling that most of us are female. *waves the Rocker Chick banner over her head proudly* Enjoy Minna!
~~~
Looking in the doorway, I sigh, seeing red hair spread over the pillow, normally alert eyes closed in sleep. I lean against the doorjamb and gaze at the still form, sleeping against stark white sheets. Pale and fragile looking, but the most dangerous man I know. I turn, pulling quietly on the door, sliding it shut. He's the only one with bare wooden floors. Yohji has thick black shag carpeting, Omi covers his with braided rag rugs and cute throw rugs. I have a big blue area rug covering most of my floor.
I walk down the cold hall, feeling the tightly joined, polished wooden floorboards under my bare feet. I open my door and walk in, feet touching the edge of the area rug, the warm thickness a small comfort. I slide into bed and close my eyes, seeing the thin, vulnerable looking form in my head.
---
I step into the kitchen in time to see Omi rush past me, looking pale and very ill. I look after him for a moment, then after Yohji who rushes after him. The two are gone from my sight, so I turn back to the kitchen, eyes straying to the cold, silent man sitting stiffly in his chair, drinking his milk and eatting his toast. He never seems to eat or drink much else. Milk and toast seems to be his diet. I smile and get my coffee, a peice of toast and a strip of frying bacon. Aya doesn't do anything, just sits there.
I sit at the table and look at Aya who's clear violet eyes flick up at me, emptiness in their crystal depths. The dead look penetrates me, making me feel cold. I bravely smile and stick the very end of my bacon in my mouth and wiggle it up and down with my tounge, making the whole thing wiggle like some really weird, really long tounge.
Aya smiles, violet eyes flaring warmth then retreating back into emotionless ice. The smile vanishes into a tight line and Aya stands, curtly telling me to hurry and eat, we have first shift.
---
Again I stand at his doorway, looking in, seeing the long form laying against the white sheets. His skin is like porcelin, so pale and smooth. His red hair never seems to get ratty, even after he sleeps, it spreads like a pool of crimson blood around his head and shoulders. I shudder. The image is not a pleasent one. Omi is sick, Yohji doesn't leave Omi's side, litterally, the boy is plastered to it, clutching him for warmth. More than once I've caught him looking in the doorway to Yohji's room in the middle of the night on my way to the bathroom.
I slip inside, moving closer, daring my fate with the leader of Weiss. I slide closer to the bed, seeing now how sometimes his fingers twitch, and how he cringes in his sleep. His eyes are squinched shut, mouth a tight line, face taunt as he dreams.
I kneel beside the mattress and lay my fingers on the edge. He flinches in his sleep, face tightening, a soft whine passing through his tightly sealed lips. I reach out, slowly, carefully, hand hovering over a pale shoulder, ready to lay my hand on the smooth skin. Then I realize, that, if I did, he'd kill me before he took a good look at me.
I draw back, rising and slipping over to floor, stopping at the door to look back at the sleeping face. Such a flawless face, with such a flawed personality. I leave.
---
I stop by Omi's after school to see Aya handing the boy a softly pink rose with a mention of it looks like him when he's feeling well. Aya turns, ignores my presence compleatly and slides like a shadow into his room, the door closing behind him. I stop in, asking how he's doing, laughing a little and handing him the tape of the little kid's fifth game since he was too sick to show up.
I turn, go to the next room, grab a pair of khaki's, a blue and white soccer jersey and a pair of boxers. I turn, go across the hall, and go into the bathroom, checking that my CD is still in and push play. The music booms around the large, echoing room. I turn on the shower and make sure I put my shampoo and Aya's bodywash into the shower. Aya never notices, he assumes its Yohji.
*hey now your an all star get your game on go play hey now your a rock star get the show on get paid*
I dance around the bathroom, swinging my shirt and tossing it haphazardly at the hamper. It hits the door, which opens only a second later, catching me in mid-wriggle. Violet eyes look at me impassivly, then the corner of the usually stern mouth quirks up and Aya slides in, uses the bathroom while I turn my head, face pink. The man leaves and pauses at the door.
"Put more hip into your swing and you won't miss."
The door closes and I'm left staring after the enigmatic man in something approching petrification. Aya is giving me tips on how to dance?! On how to STRIP DANCE?! Oh my, methinks I feel faint. I hurry to finish stripping down and hop into the shower, letting the warm water pass over me. I wash my hair then let the pounding water rinse it. The water slicks away the dirt and sweat I get coaching the kids. I love soccer, I coach activly, not passivly.
I pick up the loofah and put some of Aya's bodywash on it, lathering up and rubbing myself down, inhaling the sweet scent of apples and kiwi. The man knows his bodywash. I smell like Aya when I step into the steam filled room. Yohji and Omi are in here, Yohji's propping Omi up, helping him use the toilet. I helpfully unroll some paper for him and hand it over before I tug on my boxers. Omi and Yohji both are somewhat awkward with me just getting out of the shower, but I tell them its okay, I never heard them come in. Yohji points at my music and says its no wonder, with it turned up so loud.
They leave and I'm working on pulling my khaki's over my still slightly damp legs since the room is fill with moist steam. Aya slips in and looks me over, from steam flushed face to the water rolling in clear beads down my lightly sun-golden chest to where I'm pulling my khaki's on. I pause, looking at him curiously and then haul my pants up, fastening them quickly. Aya's eyes only catch mine and the man gaves a very faint smile, then his eyes travel over my damp bare skin, this time his gaze so heated its like the touch of a hand.
I move and reach for my shirt when he plucks it up, pulls it over my head and tucks my arms through the sleeves, all in the same motion. He gives me another smile and leaves the room. I stand there, in shock, staring after him. I shake myself out of my staring fit, wade the sea of drool, someone should mop that up, then leave the bathroom. I pass Nagi and Farfello in the hall. I narrow my eyes and grunt wordlessly as Nagi politly says hello while Farfello just looks at me, chewing his bottom lip. I wonder about those two, but, I don't like them enough to care. If the boy wants to get himself killed, more power too him.
---
I stand again in the doorway. He's so beautiful, but so cold. I followed him, only one time, to the hospital. I sat in the alley across the street. I spied. I had too. He went in looking upset, with a boquet of blue flowers, and came out looking a little more happy, minus the flowers. I went in after he left and asked. He has a sister! He seems to have taken her name, her name is Aya. His is Ran. I'll never tell him I know.
He so quiet tonight, still as death. I turn to leave, starting to pull the door shut when a pair of hands stop me, landing quietly on my shoulders. I stiffen instantly, still as stone. The hands let go and one turns me to face him. Violet eyes in a porcilen face, red hair floating lightly about pale shoulders. He's not wearing anything, did I forget to mention that he sleeps in the nude?
"Why are you here."
The toneless voice, slow and purposeful. I shake my head wordlessly, not answering him. He looks at me, then pulls me away from the door, reaching out and pushing it gently shut. He draws me farther in, pulling me into the warm air of his room. His room is the warmest in the house, he likes it that way, I guess.
He stops near his bed and looks at me. I must look scared because he shakes his head.
"I'm not going to kill you."
I look at him closely, he's almost smiling. I tenitivly smile back and he lets me go, and takes another step back, lowering onto his bed, legs crossing feminenly. I stand there like a baka, staring. He smiles only faintly and beckons me closer. I take a small step and he reaches out, grabbing me by the waistband of my boxers. He pulls me forwards to stand before him, shaking like a leaf in the wind.
He smiles a little more, reaching up to touch my face with his fingertips. Then he lets go and pats the bed next to him.
"Sit."
I obey. I have to. He'll kill me. I sit and put my hands on my kness, ramrod stright. I always sit that way when I'm nervous. And I'm not nervous very often, it takes a lot to make me nervous. He looks at me with those deep chips of amethest crystal and I sit there under that gaze before he reaches out and cups my face with his hands, tipping back my head. He looks at me curiously for a moment, then smiles again. I give a faint smile of my own and then gasp, though it never really reaches the air. Instead, its swallowed by Aya's kiss.
He holds me tight against him and kisses me, parting my lips without the slightest hesitation. Not that I'm really trying to resist. I loop my arms around his shoulders, feeling his bare skin against my chest as I willingly open for him, kissing him back. I'm not looking at anything, I have my eyes shut, praying that I'm not dreaming again.
He finally lets me go and looks at me, with a heat in his eyes that is startling, deep, unfathemable lust and desire, mixed with hope and love. I stare back at him, knowing my face is compleatly giving away my own jumble of emotions.
"So. Why were you there."
I shake my head again, fingers threading into his red hair, cupping his skull, pulling his head down to mine, kissing him again. Lightly this time, just a gentle brush. His mouth touches mine, then it moves on. Down the column of my throat, to my shoulder, over my chest, lightly touching my nipples. I sigh with heavenly delight. I'm going to Hell anyhow, I kill for a living, but, hey, why not enjoy the ride! I think back for a moment, to sticker I saw in a shop Yohji dragged me into. HOT TOPIC. It said, The Whole World Is Going To Hell And I'm Driving The Bus!
I breath raggedly as the man lightly touches me, hand slipping inside my boxers while his mouth moves back up to my face. His lips travel to my jaw and to the sensitive skin just below, tounge flicking out, making me shivver against him. He lets me go and presses me back along the length of the bed, leaning over me, eyes still burning down on me. His hands slide gently down my skin, fingers catching my boxers and pulling them down the length of my legs, tossing them off the bed.
He slides between my legs, which spread wider for him. He lightly rubs my thighs with the palms of his hands before one moves out of my sight. There's a pressure then a slight discomfort. I writher slightly, making a small noise. He quiets me with kisses and light caresses. Then he slides in a second finger, followed a minute or so later by a third and even, oh lord, a fourth. Thats a little much for streaching, but, he's not really looking too concerned.
He looks up and down my body, now slicked with sweat, glistening in the faint moon light. His eyes are looking at me, every naked inch, like the caress of a hand. Then his fingers are gone and oddly enough, if feels kind of empty. Then, he pulls me towards him, so his thighs are under mine. He slides in, a slow, sensuous movement. I gasp deeply, moving to meet his deep thrust. I forcfully raise my body up, wrapping my arms around his neck, sliding straight down on him. It drives him deeper and he grasps my hips, thrusting upwards again. I cry out softly, rocking against him. It feels so good.
He repeats the movement, and each time, its better, deeper, more fulfilling. I cry and whimper, rocking to meet him, pushing back against his thrusts. I give one last loud cry and cum between us, his hand wrapped around my pulsing cock. He leanes forwards, burying his face in my shoulder with a sob, and I feel his warmth within me. We sit there for a long moment, still entwined, still joined together as the fires within us both die down to natural levels.
Finally we gather enough energy to move, detangling. He leans off the bed and lifts a towel, cleaning us both up. Then, his jewel-like eyes rise to mine, brimming with joy that I've never seen. His mouth is curved upwards and he's ACTUALLY giving me a pure, compleat smile. I smile back, fingers sliding through his tangled red hair. I murmur softly.
"So, it can tangle."
He laughs lightly, then pulls me down to him. I lay against him, feeling his warmth. I fall asleep to the sound of his soft breathing.
---
Aya moved down the hall, catching sight of Omi pacing his room, sobbing softly. He shook his head and moved on. He'd talk to the boy in the morning. He needed to hurry and get back to Ken. He smiled. Ken. No more closed doors to the boy.
~OWARI~
*sob* That stunk! *whimper* I tried really hard too! *sniffle*
K. C. *muah!* =^.^= *mew*