Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Door ❯ Doors ( Chapter 3 )
[ 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: 2.1K | Visits: 459 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 459 | Status: Completed
Doors
By: Karie
~~~
Ummm... LA! *throws on the shiny AU sticker* Lets leave it at that. Enjoy Minna!
~~~
I creep to the doorway, one hand braced on the doorframe. He's so cute when he sleeps. No, I shouldn't think it. But, he is.
I stare in avid facination as he twists his hands in the dark sheets, blonde hair spread over the deep pillows. He sleeps in the throes of some theatrical nightmare.
I'm so bad. I want to go to him, but, if I do, he'll just give me that lazy smile, the one that warms you to the soul, and say, "Go to bed Bishonen."
And I have to listen to him. Because its him with those smiles, the green eyes like sharp fragile crystals, and blonde hair that looks like honey coloured silk, even in the dark.
So I stand in the doorway, hiding in the shadows. Then I sigh and turn, following the neatly joined wooden floor of the hall to the door to my own room, sliding into the cool cotton sheets. Good night Yohji-kun. I love you...
Even if you don't know it.
---
I go down the stairs, dressed and ready for school. He's up, apparently Aya-kun's work. He always gives him a hard time.
He's drinking coffee. Its my mug, but its okay. I just take his and get my own coffee. How am I? His questions are so stupid. I want to tell him the truth. Tell him that I long for him. That I want him to hold me, tell me he wants me too...
"Fine," I hear myself say.
No! Thats not how I really feel! All of a sudden I feel deeply sick.
Crash!
Coffee falls over the floor as the mug slips from my numb hands. My eyes sting with the tears that flow down my face. I'm trembling and my stomach lurches.
The hall passes as I run to the bathroom and empty my stomach into the toilet. There's a hand on my back and another in my hair. Those long fingers belong to him and I just feel worse.
His sheets are softer than mine. And they smell like him. He's calling my school and telling them I'm sick and will be absent for a while.
"Yohji-kun...," Its a soft sigh.
My brain adds the words I can't seem to say...
I love you.
---
Yohji looked down at the little sandy blonde nestled in the deep red silk sheets of his bed. His long fingered hand pushed the soft bangs back, lightly tracing the soft curve of that normally animated face. The warm, soft breath tickled his fingertips.
"Yo... Cute... mmngh..."
Yohji blinked and smiled slightly. He sat in the soft violet velvet covered chair next to the bed.
---
I wake up slowly, blinking into the flickering light and yawning. He smiles and greets me in that slow, lazy drawl of his, eyes seeming to smoulder in the light of the dozens of vanilla candles he's got laid out.
The way the light plays over his body is captivating me. I force myself to tear my eyes off him and to the partially closed (or open) door.
I rise up off the bed and start for the door. But I start to shake again and strong arms sweep my off the thickly carpeted floor. His arms are so hot around me, and I'm so cold.
I'm placed back between the sheets and the moment those hot arms are gone I quake with cold. My voice is so small, whimpering his name. He comes back to my side. I feel the warmth coming from him.
"Yohji-kun... Cold...," I sound so far away.
He slides in beside me, opening his arms. He's so much sweeter than people think him to be. I wrap myself in those arms, safe and secure against the hard muscles of Yohji's body.
He smells good. Like the vanilla of his candles and the strawberries in my shampoo. I breathe in this scent, feeling his heat seep into me.
---
I think I fell asleep at some point. But I'm awake now. He's still here, still beside me, holding me. I like this. He's so nice to me. Of course, I'm the youngest but, he's always especially nice. Thinking of things that Aya-kun and Ken-kun just don't. Like the time we were kind of broke. He went out and got me my strawberry shampoo, even though Aya-kun said we couldn't afford that kind of luxury.
He always thinks of things like that.
He's asleep, clutching me like a teddy bear, or a comforting blanket. His face is so soft when he's sleeping. I've only been able to watch from the shadows, and now I'm in the light. His eyes are moving behind closed lids, lips rounding into little oh's from time to time. And he twitches constantly. Little movements that I never noticed from the doorway.
His eyes shoot open and I find myself the focus of an green gaze full of fire and intensity. Then the fire dies down to normal levels and that lazy voice is falling into my mind, dripping like a pleasent venom through me. Making me warm. I feel a little better, but, I'm still cold if he goes away from me.
---
Ken-kun said I was sick with the flu or something. I want my laptop, but I don't want him to leave. I don't want to be cold. He says my lips are turning blue instead of their normal pinkish colour. I keep saying I'm so cold. And I am cold. He's just so hot. I'm so close to him and he's a steady flame, keeping me warm.
---
Manx called on me today. Says I've got some odd form of pneumonia. It won't kill me, but I'll be very cold and very sick for a long time. About three months she thinks. I tell her thank you and ask if its catching. She shakes her head no, curls bouncing. I smile as much as I can and lay back against the pillows and Yohji.
---
I'm so cold... This cold, it burns into me, eating at me. I'm constantly shivering and I can't breathe. Yohji just holds me, rocks me and rubs my skin to warm me. My voice left the other day. Its been... a week.... A week since I started to be sick. And Yohji has never left me. So nice. His hands are hot against my skin and I whimper hoarsly.
---
Its been another week Yohji says. He said I passed out and have been unconcious ever since. He said he was worrying that they would have to take me to a hospital. I smile and shake my head, using my tiny voice to tell him I'm just cold and asking him to stay with me, make sure I'm not so cold.
He radiates heat. Like a living sun beam, so warm. So alive around me. I wish I wasn't so sick. I hate this stupid sickness. He's so considerate. Even Aya-kun is nice to me, bringing me a perfect pink rose from the shop. He said it was the color of my skin when I felt okay. I smiled and put it in my cup of water. Ken-kun brought me a video of the little kid's last game. Said it was because I'm always there and he knew I would want to see it. I put it in right away and fell asleep against Yohji afterwards. It had made me tired, so exciting.
---
A month and a half I've been sick. I feel a little better today. I sat up and had an actual talk with Nagi-kun. He visted me. Yohji was there the whole time. He says he will never compleatly trust Nagi-kun, but since he's my friend, he'll be nice to him. Aya-kun won't even look at Nagi-kun and Ken-kun gets really mad when I bring him home. But he's my friend and they don't ever tell me no.
---
Nagi came back today. He said that his boyfriend, Farfello-kun, has the sickness too. He handed my a box with pretty blue paper and black ribbon around it. Said it was from Farfello-kun and him. I smiled and he said he had to go. Farfello-kun kept saying he was cold and asking for him because he thought Nagi-kun was warm, like a flame thrower. Farfello-kun is funny like that.
The present is a picture. Its obviously something Nagi-kun did on his computer because there would never have been a picture like this otherwise. Its me and Nagi-kun in the middle and beside me is Yohji and on Nagi's side is Farfello-kun. It said 'Get better' on the back and had a little drawing of a knife under it. That was Farfello's signature. I put it back in the box and put the box on the table.
---
Don't ask me how, but Farfello was brought with Nagi today. Its been two months and three days. He looked bad. Like me only whiter. His one eye gleamed dimly in the light of the candles and he asked me if I liked the box. I nodded and pointed to the ribbon tied around my neck. It was the black one from the box. It was soft and felt nice. He nodded and seemed sort of satisfied.
He gave me a little knife shaped thing that slid onto the ribbon and sat comfortably against my neck. I liked it and told him so. He practiaclly glowed with pride. Then he shivered and said he wanted to go home and lay down, he was really cold. I waved goodbye to him and watched him go, with Nagi supporting him. They were good for each other.
---
I feel much better. Aya-kun says that I should be fine with some good rest and lot of relaxation. So I'm still bound to the bed. Yohji is still with me all the time. But, I'm not so cold anymore. An occasional tremor and the odd cough but I'm pretty much fine. And Yohji...
He's given me even more reasons to love him now. I wonder if I'll ever be able to tell him.
---
I'm better now... But I still sleep in Yohji's room, curled against him. I tried to sleep alone two nights ago and spent the night wide awake and sniffling brokenly. When I started to go downstairs, I found Aya-kun waiting for me. He said that I wasn't sleeping. He told me to go up to Yohji's room and get a day's rest. All I could do was nod and follow his orders. And you know, I slept sound all day.
So I sleep with Yohji now. Nothing else. Just sleep.
---
He was whining in his sleep, tossing around and sometimes hissing like something hurt. I woke him slowly, rocking his shoulder a little and saying his name. His eyes open fast and tears fall down his face before he can stop them. What hurts you so much is what I ask. He just shakes his head and clutches me to him. So this time, I hold him, comforting him with me.
He calms down and whispers softly that he's glad I'm still here. He was afraid that he would lose me and be alone again. I tell him he's never alone. There are two other people in this house. He says I don't understand. I sigh softly. I have to say it, even if it kills me.
"Yohji-kun... I love you..."
He still and looks at me with something going on shock. I feel so small under that green gaze. I look at my hands, clenched in my lap, tears rolling down my face, appologising. His hands cup my face and force me to look up at him, those green eyes in that perfect face. He kisses me, so softly. His lips aren't rough, they're soft, like fresh flower petals. And he smiles, one of those soul warming, lazy smiles. He tells me I'm cute and that he loves me too.
I blink. I feel like such a fool. I gape at him, jaw now permantly belonging to the floor. Then his fingers push my mouth closed and his strong arms wrap around me, holding me tight. His face is buried in my hair and those simple little words are mine.
To hold.
To keep stored in my heart.
I bury my face in his bare chest and sigh against the soft, smooth skin. Yohji... I love you so much. So much that I would stand in the shadows, content to watch from a distance, just being in the doorway, drinking in this heat from you. Never again, though, he tells me. Just come in and shut the door.
~OWARI~
~~~
Eh? Whassat? I dunno. Crazy.
Muse Kaizer: Hn. Baka onna.
Shaddup. Ja!
KARIE *muah!*
By: Karie
~~~
Ummm... LA! *throws on the shiny AU sticker* Lets leave it at that. Enjoy Minna!
~~~
I creep to the doorway, one hand braced on the doorframe. He's so cute when he sleeps. No, I shouldn't think it. But, he is.
I stare in avid facination as he twists his hands in the dark sheets, blonde hair spread over the deep pillows. He sleeps in the throes of some theatrical nightmare.
I'm so bad. I want to go to him, but, if I do, he'll just give me that lazy smile, the one that warms you to the soul, and say, "Go to bed Bishonen."
And I have to listen to him. Because its him with those smiles, the green eyes like sharp fragile crystals, and blonde hair that looks like honey coloured silk, even in the dark.
So I stand in the doorway, hiding in the shadows. Then I sigh and turn, following the neatly joined wooden floor of the hall to the door to my own room, sliding into the cool cotton sheets. Good night Yohji-kun. I love you...
Even if you don't know it.
---
I go down the stairs, dressed and ready for school. He's up, apparently Aya-kun's work. He always gives him a hard time.
He's drinking coffee. Its my mug, but its okay. I just take his and get my own coffee. How am I? His questions are so stupid. I want to tell him the truth. Tell him that I long for him. That I want him to hold me, tell me he wants me too...
"Fine," I hear myself say.
No! Thats not how I really feel! All of a sudden I feel deeply sick.
Crash!
Coffee falls over the floor as the mug slips from my numb hands. My eyes sting with the tears that flow down my face. I'm trembling and my stomach lurches.
The hall passes as I run to the bathroom and empty my stomach into the toilet. There's a hand on my back and another in my hair. Those long fingers belong to him and I just feel worse.
His sheets are softer than mine. And they smell like him. He's calling my school and telling them I'm sick and will be absent for a while.
"Yohji-kun...," Its a soft sigh.
My brain adds the words I can't seem to say...
I love you.
---
Yohji looked down at the little sandy blonde nestled in the deep red silk sheets of his bed. His long fingered hand pushed the soft bangs back, lightly tracing the soft curve of that normally animated face. The warm, soft breath tickled his fingertips.
"Yo... Cute... mmngh..."
Yohji blinked and smiled slightly. He sat in the soft violet velvet covered chair next to the bed.
---
I wake up slowly, blinking into the flickering light and yawning. He smiles and greets me in that slow, lazy drawl of his, eyes seeming to smoulder in the light of the dozens of vanilla candles he's got laid out.
The way the light plays over his body is captivating me. I force myself to tear my eyes off him and to the partially closed (or open) door.
I rise up off the bed and start for the door. But I start to shake again and strong arms sweep my off the thickly carpeted floor. His arms are so hot around me, and I'm so cold.
I'm placed back between the sheets and the moment those hot arms are gone I quake with cold. My voice is so small, whimpering his name. He comes back to my side. I feel the warmth coming from him.
"Yohji-kun... Cold...," I sound so far away.
He slides in beside me, opening his arms. He's so much sweeter than people think him to be. I wrap myself in those arms, safe and secure against the hard muscles of Yohji's body.
He smells good. Like the vanilla of his candles and the strawberries in my shampoo. I breathe in this scent, feeling his heat seep into me.
---
I think I fell asleep at some point. But I'm awake now. He's still here, still beside me, holding me. I like this. He's so nice to me. Of course, I'm the youngest but, he's always especially nice. Thinking of things that Aya-kun and Ken-kun just don't. Like the time we were kind of broke. He went out and got me my strawberry shampoo, even though Aya-kun said we couldn't afford that kind of luxury.
He always thinks of things like that.
He's asleep, clutching me like a teddy bear, or a comforting blanket. His face is so soft when he's sleeping. I've only been able to watch from the shadows, and now I'm in the light. His eyes are moving behind closed lids, lips rounding into little oh's from time to time. And he twitches constantly. Little movements that I never noticed from the doorway.
His eyes shoot open and I find myself the focus of an green gaze full of fire and intensity. Then the fire dies down to normal levels and that lazy voice is falling into my mind, dripping like a pleasent venom through me. Making me warm. I feel a little better, but, I'm still cold if he goes away from me.
---
Ken-kun said I was sick with the flu or something. I want my laptop, but I don't want him to leave. I don't want to be cold. He says my lips are turning blue instead of their normal pinkish colour. I keep saying I'm so cold. And I am cold. He's just so hot. I'm so close to him and he's a steady flame, keeping me warm.
---
Manx called on me today. Says I've got some odd form of pneumonia. It won't kill me, but I'll be very cold and very sick for a long time. About three months she thinks. I tell her thank you and ask if its catching. She shakes her head no, curls bouncing. I smile as much as I can and lay back against the pillows and Yohji.
---
I'm so cold... This cold, it burns into me, eating at me. I'm constantly shivering and I can't breathe. Yohji just holds me, rocks me and rubs my skin to warm me. My voice left the other day. Its been... a week.... A week since I started to be sick. And Yohji has never left me. So nice. His hands are hot against my skin and I whimper hoarsly.
---
Its been another week Yohji says. He said I passed out and have been unconcious ever since. He said he was worrying that they would have to take me to a hospital. I smile and shake my head, using my tiny voice to tell him I'm just cold and asking him to stay with me, make sure I'm not so cold.
He radiates heat. Like a living sun beam, so warm. So alive around me. I wish I wasn't so sick. I hate this stupid sickness. He's so considerate. Even Aya-kun is nice to me, bringing me a perfect pink rose from the shop. He said it was the color of my skin when I felt okay. I smiled and put it in my cup of water. Ken-kun brought me a video of the little kid's last game. Said it was because I'm always there and he knew I would want to see it. I put it in right away and fell asleep against Yohji afterwards. It had made me tired, so exciting.
---
A month and a half I've been sick. I feel a little better today. I sat up and had an actual talk with Nagi-kun. He visted me. Yohji was there the whole time. He says he will never compleatly trust Nagi-kun, but since he's my friend, he'll be nice to him. Aya-kun won't even look at Nagi-kun and Ken-kun gets really mad when I bring him home. But he's my friend and they don't ever tell me no.
---
Nagi came back today. He said that his boyfriend, Farfello-kun, has the sickness too. He handed my a box with pretty blue paper and black ribbon around it. Said it was from Farfello-kun and him. I smiled and he said he had to go. Farfello-kun kept saying he was cold and asking for him because he thought Nagi-kun was warm, like a flame thrower. Farfello-kun is funny like that.
The present is a picture. Its obviously something Nagi-kun did on his computer because there would never have been a picture like this otherwise. Its me and Nagi-kun in the middle and beside me is Yohji and on Nagi's side is Farfello-kun. It said 'Get better' on the back and had a little drawing of a knife under it. That was Farfello's signature. I put it back in the box and put the box on the table.
---
Don't ask me how, but Farfello was brought with Nagi today. Its been two months and three days. He looked bad. Like me only whiter. His one eye gleamed dimly in the light of the candles and he asked me if I liked the box. I nodded and pointed to the ribbon tied around my neck. It was the black one from the box. It was soft and felt nice. He nodded and seemed sort of satisfied.
He gave me a little knife shaped thing that slid onto the ribbon and sat comfortably against my neck. I liked it and told him so. He practiaclly glowed with pride. Then he shivered and said he wanted to go home and lay down, he was really cold. I waved goodbye to him and watched him go, with Nagi supporting him. They were good for each other.
---
I feel much better. Aya-kun says that I should be fine with some good rest and lot of relaxation. So I'm still bound to the bed. Yohji is still with me all the time. But, I'm not so cold anymore. An occasional tremor and the odd cough but I'm pretty much fine. And Yohji...
He's given me even more reasons to love him now. I wonder if I'll ever be able to tell him.
---
I'm better now... But I still sleep in Yohji's room, curled against him. I tried to sleep alone two nights ago and spent the night wide awake and sniffling brokenly. When I started to go downstairs, I found Aya-kun waiting for me. He said that I wasn't sleeping. He told me to go up to Yohji's room and get a day's rest. All I could do was nod and follow his orders. And you know, I slept sound all day.
So I sleep with Yohji now. Nothing else. Just sleep.
---
He was whining in his sleep, tossing around and sometimes hissing like something hurt. I woke him slowly, rocking his shoulder a little and saying his name. His eyes open fast and tears fall down his face before he can stop them. What hurts you so much is what I ask. He just shakes his head and clutches me to him. So this time, I hold him, comforting him with me.
He calms down and whispers softly that he's glad I'm still here. He was afraid that he would lose me and be alone again. I tell him he's never alone. There are two other people in this house. He says I don't understand. I sigh softly. I have to say it, even if it kills me.
"Yohji-kun... I love you..."
He still and looks at me with something going on shock. I feel so small under that green gaze. I look at my hands, clenched in my lap, tears rolling down my face, appologising. His hands cup my face and force me to look up at him, those green eyes in that perfect face. He kisses me, so softly. His lips aren't rough, they're soft, like fresh flower petals. And he smiles, one of those soul warming, lazy smiles. He tells me I'm cute and that he loves me too.
I blink. I feel like such a fool. I gape at him, jaw now permantly belonging to the floor. Then his fingers push my mouth closed and his strong arms wrap around me, holding me tight. His face is buried in my hair and those simple little words are mine.
To hold.
To keep stored in my heart.
I bury my face in his bare chest and sigh against the soft, smooth skin. Yohji... I love you so much. So much that I would stand in the shadows, content to watch from a distance, just being in the doorway, drinking in this heat from you. Never again, though, he tells me. Just come in and shut the door.
~OWARI~
~~~
Eh? Whassat? I dunno. Crazy.
Muse Kaizer: Hn. Baka onna.
Shaddup. Ja!
KARIE *muah!*