Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Elmo ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: Yaoi, language, AU-ish and major spoilers for end of Gluhen

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Elmo

Chapter 1

Funny, I feel like a vampire. Fucking sunlight's burning my eyes. My skin's not melting or anything, wait, or is it supposed to evaporate? Witches melt, vampires turn to ashes right? … Ooookay, good thing I got out of that pit, I've been thinking too much. That's not really my strong point anyways, yeah I'll admit it, I'm no Einstein. Brash, hot headed, gullible me. That's exactly why I don't do the mission plans; we leave that up to Omi.

Omi, or should it be Mamoru… or Persia? I'll never get used to anything of that. Now that I think about it, I've known him ever since he was just thirteen, seems like such a long time ago, the uber-hyper kid hehe. He's been like a little brother to me for so many years and now he's all grown up, probably more so than I am. I miss the good 'ol days when it was just the three of us, sure we killed almost nightly, but we were like a family. In a sad way, it was the killing that knit us together. Guess leaving your life in your team mates hands and knowing they are counting on you to guard their ass' bonds you like nothing… pfft… ass… heh, I remember the look on Yotan's face when I told him I was gay. Poor sucker thought I was hitting on him, well, maybe the sliding up to him and breathing into his ear was overdoing it, I just couldn't resist. Oh no, no, no, no! Eww I do NOT have a thing for Youji! He's like a brother too, bleh... gross, I just wanted to rile him, payback in a way. God knows how much fun he has embarrassing me and the look on his face that day was enough to even things out, the interest anyways.

That is, if he'll ever remember any of us. ~Sigh. In a way, I feel happy for him, he finally has a chance to live a normal life now, and that chic and him are together now, what was her name? Somewhere along the line of Asuka, what's with him and Asukas? Wonder how he's faring, these few months he's been eerily withdrawn, it hurt that we couldn't do anything for him, but I guess none of that matters anymore.

It's heartbreaking though, Yotan's living his normal life, free of his past guilt and crimes, Omi's the big man now, he's got the whole organization to run and take care of, and I'm in jail. Wonder how long Omi's going to keep me here, I've been here for what, fifteen days, fourteen of which was spent in solitude confinement. I had my fill of thinking and I'm not going anywhere with it.

Weiss has broken up.

Our family's broken up.

What do I have left anymore?

How depressing… hey is that a soccer ball?

"Sorry, can you give that back?"

I can't help the chuckle that escapes nor the smile that graces my lips once more, the answer to my question just like that. I see… this is what's left.

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Nothing like a good game of soccer to bring your spirits up! I've already decided to stop racking my poor brain out on all of this. Why brood? That's not me, I'll live my life as I see it, take it all in stride. You wanna throw some barricades in my path? I'll crush through them! You wanna throw me into a pit of darkness? I climb my way back up tooth and nail! I am Hidaka Ken.

Heh, that sounds kinda cool, maybe I should write that down… ooooo ~drool. Mmm, that guy has a very nice bod, veeerrrry nice. Perfect lithe frame, pale flawless skin, ooooo he just flexed, nice muscles too. Hey, give a gay guy a break. Are you honestly expecting me to keep my eyes to myself in the shower room? Okay, so it sounds a little perverted, blame it on Yotan, he taught me. Honestly he did, it was his "How to be a pervert 101" and he forced me and Omi to listen to him lecture for an hour.

Wow, I couldn't see it before because of the towel, but that guy has the brightest shade of red hair I've ever seen… on a guy. I can't see his face, just a little more to the left… Holy fuck! He's gorgeous! And he's turning around! Shit! I hope I'm not blushing or drooling… it is a little wet around my chin, no it's water, yep, just water. ~Wipe. Water. I manage to hold his gaze for just a second, but it felt like a short eternity. Though his face was expressionless, his amethyst eyes mirrored the sadness and loneliness in his soul and immediately I felt invisible strings tighten painfully around my heart. How can someone hold such deep sorrow in their eyes? Surely he has to be a normal person. Not a murderer working for some secret organization like me. Those sad eyes don't belong on a person such as him. What am I talking about? I don't even know this person and I'm defending his nature.

Before I could call out to him, he was gone. I started to chase after the exit and then my towel got caught on a crack in the bench. Now as much as I like to ogle some guys, I'm pretty shy myself, no way am I running stark naked around a prison. I halt and quickly grab onto the loosened knot before it becomes undone.

Oh well, not like that guy can go anywhere we *are* in prison. I wonder why he's here, he can't be much older than me, what did he do to be thrown into this void? I want to meet him.

A blaring horn flits through the air and causes me to jump a little. I'll never get used to that bloody thing.

"Recreational time is over, back to your cells!"

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Lo and behold, a new cell, a new cellmate. What did I expect? Surely they wouldn't pair me up with that other guy again, I did break his arm. Stupid ass would have had his bones intact if he kept his mouth shut and stop trying to "teach the newbie his place." I didn't even mean to go so far, but sometimes I can't control my strength. I gasp as the officer points to my new cell, in it is that red head from before. Lucky me.

"Inside 1257." The young officer barks.

"Hai hai."

He practically slams the door shut and it locks automatically. Prisons are pretty high tech these days, I always envisioned the burly guards to have a wonk of a key chain hanging from their sides and jingle every time they move. Maybe they were just too easy a target and got swiped all the time, I do assume these people don't want to be here, who's to resist a good escape?

I turn towards the red head to take a good look. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. I have a clear non-obstructed view of him. He even makes the gaudy blue prison clothes look so good, it's a perfect contrast to his bright red hair. His hair's not only unique in its colouration, but style as well, he has two especially long strands of hair framing his face. Wow, he really his beautiful, are guys allowed to be that pretty? I stretch my hand out towards him and gesture for a handshake.

"Hi, name's Ken." He lifts his eyes slightly to peer at me past long bangs and just as quickly, he resumes his staring off to space. I think he's ignoring me. "So… what's your name?" He closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe as if he's trying to keep himself calm, how can I be annoying, I've only said two sentences so far.

"Why do you want to know?" His voice is seductively deep and I feel a light shiver creep up my spine.

"Hey, if we're gonna watch each other pee, we might as well get along." He stares at me incredulously. Did I say something bad? It's true though, the toilet's right there, no door, no curtain, nothing. Come to think of it, can't that pair of guys in the cell across from here see me pee too? I don't want to show them my ass. I was so used to being in a cell alone, sure it was nearly pitch black, and sometimes I missed because it was… heh, but my ass was safe! Does this mean I don't mind if this redhead sees me? Interesting. I shrug and try to charm him with a dashing smile. "So what's your name?"

"…"

"Come on, we'll be roomies now, I'll have to call you by something."

"…"

"If you're not telling me, I'll have to just give you a name."

"…"

Hm, this guy's got a tight lip. What's a really annoying name for someone like him, something to do with that flaming red hair? I bet he gets a lot of attention with that and it drives him up the wall. Think, think, think. Ah ha I know!

"Elmo!"

"Elmo?"

"Yep, if you don't tell me your name, then I'll just call you Elmo."

"What are you, a five year old?"

I got him now, no grown man would want a nickname like THAT. I'm so smart, he's going to have to tell me his real name. Oh, he's going to talk! Here it comes!

"Fine, whatever."

Haha, yes, got his name, Fine Whatever… Eh?! What?! What's with this guy? He's going to let me call him Elmo?

"… perhaps, you have an Elmo fetish?" He rolls his eyes and puffs out a sigh. I don't think we're getting onto a good start here.

"Will you shut up?"

Ouch. "Umm, gomen." That kinda hurt, not from his words, well yes from his words, but more so because he doesn't like me already. My gaze falls to the floor, I think I want to sit down. No chair, just perfect. I can A) sit on the dirty floor B) sit on the toilet C) sit on one of the beds. Definitely the bed, I wonder which one is his?

"Do you want top or bottom?" He says and I'm a little surprised by his voice. He must have felt guilty for snapping at me and is trying to make amends. What a good person. I give him an honest smile and he quickly looks away. Wonder why? "Top or bottom?" He repeats.

Okay, now my mind takes a turn for the gutter. How should I answer to that? I'll be your uke? I try to hold back my snicker, don't think he'll appreciate my dirty mind. Yep, Yotan turned me into a pervert. I cover up with a light cough and manage to answer, "Bottom, if that's okay with you."

"Hn."

I think that's a yes.