Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Endless Circle ❯ The Storms ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Vampire Louis 
Yohji is starting to long for something missing in his life... and Aya is beginning to question his friendship with Yohji...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.10.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Yohji is starting to long for something missing in his life... and Aya is beginning to question his friendship with Yohji...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.10.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Title: Endless Circle
Chapter: 1 - The Storms
Rated: PG (thus so far...)
Warnings: So far hints of shounen-ai (AxY aka RxY)
Legal stuff: Well... I think it's obvious but I'll state it anyway. I don't own Wiess or the song Endless Circle and umm... please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...>_>;;
Other: Endless Circle is by a wonderful group called: November Project. Yeah... they're great.
***~*~***
It was stormy from the start
You were raining in my heart
Like a thousand tears of laughter
It was easy to ignore
Everything that came before
In the hope of something after
***~*~***
The storm outside raged on and Yohji's emerald eyes turned to window where he could see the rain drizzling down to beat out some sort of rhythm against the pavement outside. He closed his eyes and opened the window, inhaling the sweet scent of rain which fell from the dark and light grey clouds looming above the building.
A smile formed upon his lips and a moment later he closed the window and walked out into the empty street to allow the rain to dance upon his easily accessible hot skin; seeing as how he was only clothed in a crop top and a pair of baggy jeans, unlike his normal skin tight ones. The rain's cool kisses made him want to stay in the rain forever and feel loved by the falling water. Being loved by -anything- was what he wanted to feel. Ever tired of the empty gnawing in the depths of his being which screamed at him to fill it and embrace it. He let out a soft sigh.
Asuka. Yohji's eyes opened as he focused on the grey sky morning above him. Asuka was the last person who had soothed the pain inside of him, even if she never filled it like he would have hoped she would. She was still there to quite the hunger and pain. Now that she was gone, he resorted to finding other people who might do what she once did. Each night he met a pretty girl and wooed her into his bed - hoping that he would find a miracle and one girl would make him feel whole once more. But as each night went on, and each morning that they left his bed, he felt even more empty then before. It was killing him faster then the cigarettes he smoked were.
Would he ever find redemption in his cold and uncaring world that shunned him? His eyes closed once more and his head lowered itself while he continued to allow himself to become soaked to the bone. There was no redemption for a killer.
Aya. The very name rang in his head like the sounds of a thousand wind chimes singing together in a heavenly chorus. What was it about Aya that called to him? True, he wasn't attracted to guys but he caught himself thinking about how beautiful Aya's eyes were and how lovely his pale skin looked with the man's fire red hair. The very thoughts had often unnerved him but more and more he became used to them and thought of them as nothing more then the hurting inside trying to find -any- means of healing. Even if it meant finding men... no... finding -Aya- attractive. The thing with it all was that when Yohij thought of Aya, he never thought of him as a man... or a male. Aya was simply Aya, and a very beautiful Aya at that.
"Yohji?" A voice shattered his thoughts into millions of glass shards.
"Yes?" He opened his eyes and lifted his head to find violet orbs burning into his jade ones.
"Why are you out here? It's four in the morning and it's raining..." There was annoyance in the leader's voice but under it there were hints of true concern for the oldest member of Weiss's health.
"It wanted me..."He murmured in response then simply turned and walked away, not giving any more explanation to what he meant by that simple phrase.
Aya never moved as he watched Yohji head back to his apartment
~*~
"You shouldn't have been out there..."
Yohji sneezed again and looked at Aya before looking away.
"I don't care." He half whispered as his dulled Jade eyes looked for solace in the glass of the window by his bed.
"But I do." Aya said firmly, "You're sick now and you're going to have to stay in bed until you're better. Which means no work and no missions until you've recovered your health."
"You're not my mother, Aya. Stop telling me what to do. I can handle myself, it should be none of your concern as to whether or not I'm healthy as long as I can get the job done."
"But it is my concern, Yohji. I don't want you even have the chance to screw up a mission just because you're sick, understood?"
Yohji didn't respond to that. Even if there was hints of genuine concern in Aya's voice, it hardly took the edge off of the ice which was what his words were carved in. Yohji jumped when he felt a soft hand touch the side of his face.
"Aya?" He lifted an eyebrow once his jade eyes had made it over to find violet ones that seemed to be attempting to tell him something with which words could not.
Aya suddenly rose to his feet and let his hand fall to his side as he turned and walked out of the room. In that fleeting moment when Aya touched Yohji's face, Yohji could feel every pain in him vanish. Aya had never touched him like that before... never with such concern and sincerity in his eyes. It was as if for a moment Yohji had forgotten everything but Aya however, the minute Aya pulled away and left the room, Yohji's world crumbled down and the pain inside of him began to crush him more then it ever had before. He had tasted heaven then was flung to back to hell. Why him? Why this? Why Aya?
~*~
Aya drifted past Yohji in the flower shop; not seeing him, not sensing him, and for all other intents and purposes, not even acknowledging that Yohji so much as existed. The hole in Yohji grew a little larger. Yohji watered the flowers then drifted outside to have a cigarette by himself. It was as if nothing had ever happened between them... or perhaps nothing had and Yohji had just imagined what he saw in Aya's eyes. It was possible to force what he wanted to see into eyes that were too cold to hold any feelings like that.
Omi and Ken came, Yohji and Aya left. Night showed and he found himself with another girl. It was and endless cycle that killed him more each time he played to win. Why couldn't he just learn that there was no winning anymore? Was it because he was afraid of giving up? Afraid of being consumed by the pain that had etched itself in his darkened soul?
The night evaporated and with it, morning had come and the girl was gone. The hole grew a little bigger and still only darkness and pain filled it. Ken banged on the door to let him know it was time to get up for work and yet another day he had to put on a smiling joker's mask to hide his pain from the others and himself. A teasing joke towards Omi, a grumble to Ken and nothing to Aya.... nothing changed except the growing void within his being that was slowing consuming him entirely. He was drowning, and no one was there to help him.
~*~
Aya sat on the roof of the flower shop and let his eyes settle on some of the clouds passing by as his thoughts turned to Yohji. Why had he done what he did? Was it because he was tired of seeing Yohji so down? Or was it something else...? Yohji was nothing more then a teammate... wasn't he? Aya sighed only because he knew what he felt, and it just annoyed him that he really did feel that way. Feelings were troublesome things, as he proved so many times when it came to fighting when he was emotionally worked up over his sister or even his enemy.
Rising off the ledge that he was sitting on, Aya walked to the door and left the roof just how he'd found it.
~*~
The missions came and in moments of time, the missions were completed. Yohji found himself washing away the blood of another kill and in his heart he found himself washing away the sin of the things he had done. It was hard to accept the truth and it only became harder when he looked to the mirror and saw the reflection of nothing more then a heartless killer. This couldn't have been what he really wanted. This couldn't have been what he imagined for himself. Of course not. He wanted happily ever after with... her.
Fairy tails aren't real. Miracles don't happen. Wishes never come true. These things he repeated to his mind and to his soul. Having faith... having hope... having anything but the knowledge of what is, was a fool's game he would not play. He was Kudou Yohji. He was not a fool. And so all he was left with, when he stripped away the layers of falsehood until was he was naked, was the broken pieces of a man who had lost it all and fell as far from grace as one could fall. Never would there be redemption for this fallen one. Never would he find what he was looking for. The truth was bitter but it's sting was welcome in contrast to the emptiness that haunted him.
A day came and went before night fell at last upon that harsh day and alone in bed was were Yohji found himself. Days seem to be slipping by without his noticing again. Sleep would evade him as it always did and his miserableness would plague him another night while darkness within him grew and grew. The sounds of cars passing by his window in the rain eased him to know that life did exist when he slept. The blackness of his room formed a figure in the dark. The dark moved until it reached his bed where it abandoned the figure it had clung to in order to hide from the pale moonlight which filtered in through the open window to pool before him and bathe the lovely body which the darkness had all but abandoned. Perhaps it would have been much more romantic if were not himself and the once dark figure were not Aya.
Wordlessly as always, Aya slipped in and pulled Yohji into his warm embrace that chased away the cravings within. Soothed the hunger and pushed the hurt far away until he felt his eyes open and the harsh realty of the dream backhand him. He had fallen asleep without realizing it and morning had come in that time. Yohji was alone and the person who had held him in his dream was gone. Yohji shook his head, ridding his thoughts of the dream that had haunted him, he didn't like Aya... Aya didn't like him. They could hardly call themselves friends... but if that was so, then what brought on these dreams of something more?
A knock at the door. Omi announced it was his shift. Another day began and the pain grinned away. This is why he hated mornings.
***
TBC...
What do you think? Should I go on or stop now?
Chapter: 1 - The Storms
Rated: PG (thus so far...)
Warnings: So far hints of shounen-ai (AxY aka RxY)
Legal stuff: Well... I think it's obvious but I'll state it anyway. I don't own Wiess or the song Endless Circle and umm... please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...>_>;;
Other: Endless Circle is by a wonderful group called: November Project. Yeah... they're great.
***~*~***
It was stormy from the start
You were raining in my heart
Like a thousand tears of laughter
It was easy to ignore
Everything that came before
In the hope of something after
***~*~***
The storm outside raged on and Yohji's emerald eyes turned to window where he could see the rain drizzling down to beat out some sort of rhythm against the pavement outside. He closed his eyes and opened the window, inhaling the sweet scent of rain which fell from the dark and light grey clouds looming above the building.
A smile formed upon his lips and a moment later he closed the window and walked out into the empty street to allow the rain to dance upon his easily accessible hot skin; seeing as how he was only clothed in a crop top and a pair of baggy jeans, unlike his normal skin tight ones. The rain's cool kisses made him want to stay in the rain forever and feel loved by the falling water. Being loved by -anything- was what he wanted to feel. Ever tired of the empty gnawing in the depths of his being which screamed at him to fill it and embrace it. He let out a soft sigh.
Asuka. Yohji's eyes opened as he focused on the grey sky morning above him. Asuka was the last person who had soothed the pain inside of him, even if she never filled it like he would have hoped she would. She was still there to quite the hunger and pain. Now that she was gone, he resorted to finding other people who might do what she once did. Each night he met a pretty girl and wooed her into his bed - hoping that he would find a miracle and one girl would make him feel whole once more. But as each night went on, and each morning that they left his bed, he felt even more empty then before. It was killing him faster then the cigarettes he smoked were.
Would he ever find redemption in his cold and uncaring world that shunned him? His eyes closed once more and his head lowered itself while he continued to allow himself to become soaked to the bone. There was no redemption for a killer.
Aya. The very name rang in his head like the sounds of a thousand wind chimes singing together in a heavenly chorus. What was it about Aya that called to him? True, he wasn't attracted to guys but he caught himself thinking about how beautiful Aya's eyes were and how lovely his pale skin looked with the man's fire red hair. The very thoughts had often unnerved him but more and more he became used to them and thought of them as nothing more then the hurting inside trying to find -any- means of healing. Even if it meant finding men... no... finding -Aya- attractive. The thing with it all was that when Yohij thought of Aya, he never thought of him as a man... or a male. Aya was simply Aya, and a very beautiful Aya at that.
"Yohji?" A voice shattered his thoughts into millions of glass shards.
"Yes?" He opened his eyes and lifted his head to find violet orbs burning into his jade ones.
"Why are you out here? It's four in the morning and it's raining..." There was annoyance in the leader's voice but under it there were hints of true concern for the oldest member of Weiss's health.
"It wanted me..."He murmured in response then simply turned and walked away, not giving any more explanation to what he meant by that simple phrase.
Aya never moved as he watched Yohji head back to his apartment
~*~
"You shouldn't have been out there..."
Yohji sneezed again and looked at Aya before looking away.
"I don't care." He half whispered as his dulled Jade eyes looked for solace in the glass of the window by his bed.
"But I do." Aya said firmly, "You're sick now and you're going to have to stay in bed until you're better. Which means no work and no missions until you've recovered your health."
"You're not my mother, Aya. Stop telling me what to do. I can handle myself, it should be none of your concern as to whether or not I'm healthy as long as I can get the job done."
"But it is my concern, Yohji. I don't want you even have the chance to screw up a mission just because you're sick, understood?"
Yohji didn't respond to that. Even if there was hints of genuine concern in Aya's voice, it hardly took the edge off of the ice which was what his words were carved in. Yohji jumped when he felt a soft hand touch the side of his face.
"Aya?" He lifted an eyebrow once his jade eyes had made it over to find violet ones that seemed to be attempting to tell him something with which words could not.
Aya suddenly rose to his feet and let his hand fall to his side as he turned and walked out of the room. In that fleeting moment when Aya touched Yohji's face, Yohji could feel every pain in him vanish. Aya had never touched him like that before... never with such concern and sincerity in his eyes. It was as if for a moment Yohji had forgotten everything but Aya however, the minute Aya pulled away and left the room, Yohji's world crumbled down and the pain inside of him began to crush him more then it ever had before. He had tasted heaven then was flung to back to hell. Why him? Why this? Why Aya?
~*~
Aya drifted past Yohji in the flower shop; not seeing him, not sensing him, and for all other intents and purposes, not even acknowledging that Yohji so much as existed. The hole in Yohji grew a little larger. Yohji watered the flowers then drifted outside to have a cigarette by himself. It was as if nothing had ever happened between them... or perhaps nothing had and Yohji had just imagined what he saw in Aya's eyes. It was possible to force what he wanted to see into eyes that were too cold to hold any feelings like that.
Omi and Ken came, Yohji and Aya left. Night showed and he found himself with another girl. It was and endless cycle that killed him more each time he played to win. Why couldn't he just learn that there was no winning anymore? Was it because he was afraid of giving up? Afraid of being consumed by the pain that had etched itself in his darkened soul?
The night evaporated and with it, morning had come and the girl was gone. The hole grew a little bigger and still only darkness and pain filled it. Ken banged on the door to let him know it was time to get up for work and yet another day he had to put on a smiling joker's mask to hide his pain from the others and himself. A teasing joke towards Omi, a grumble to Ken and nothing to Aya.... nothing changed except the growing void within his being that was slowing consuming him entirely. He was drowning, and no one was there to help him.
~*~
Aya sat on the roof of the flower shop and let his eyes settle on some of the clouds passing by as his thoughts turned to Yohji. Why had he done what he did? Was it because he was tired of seeing Yohji so down? Or was it something else...? Yohji was nothing more then a teammate... wasn't he? Aya sighed only because he knew what he felt, and it just annoyed him that he really did feel that way. Feelings were troublesome things, as he proved so many times when it came to fighting when he was emotionally worked up over his sister or even his enemy.
Rising off the ledge that he was sitting on, Aya walked to the door and left the roof just how he'd found it.
~*~
The missions came and in moments of time, the missions were completed. Yohji found himself washing away the blood of another kill and in his heart he found himself washing away the sin of the things he had done. It was hard to accept the truth and it only became harder when he looked to the mirror and saw the reflection of nothing more then a heartless killer. This couldn't have been what he really wanted. This couldn't have been what he imagined for himself. Of course not. He wanted happily ever after with... her.
Fairy tails aren't real. Miracles don't happen. Wishes never come true. These things he repeated to his mind and to his soul. Having faith... having hope... having anything but the knowledge of what is, was a fool's game he would not play. He was Kudou Yohji. He was not a fool. And so all he was left with, when he stripped away the layers of falsehood until was he was naked, was the broken pieces of a man who had lost it all and fell as far from grace as one could fall. Never would there be redemption for this fallen one. Never would he find what he was looking for. The truth was bitter but it's sting was welcome in contrast to the emptiness that haunted him.
A day came and went before night fell at last upon that harsh day and alone in bed was were Yohji found himself. Days seem to be slipping by without his noticing again. Sleep would evade him as it always did and his miserableness would plague him another night while darkness within him grew and grew. The sounds of cars passing by his window in the rain eased him to know that life did exist when he slept. The blackness of his room formed a figure in the dark. The dark moved until it reached his bed where it abandoned the figure it had clung to in order to hide from the pale moonlight which filtered in through the open window to pool before him and bathe the lovely body which the darkness had all but abandoned. Perhaps it would have been much more romantic if were not himself and the once dark figure were not Aya.
Wordlessly as always, Aya slipped in and pulled Yohji into his warm embrace that chased away the cravings within. Soothed the hunger and pushed the hurt far away until he felt his eyes open and the harsh realty of the dream backhand him. He had fallen asleep without realizing it and morning had come in that time. Yohji was alone and the person who had held him in his dream was gone. Yohji shook his head, ridding his thoughts of the dream that had haunted him, he didn't like Aya... Aya didn't like him. They could hardly call themselves friends... but if that was so, then what brought on these dreams of something more?
A knock at the door. Omi announced it was his shift. Another day began and the pain grinned away. This is why he hated mornings.
***
TBC...
What do you think? Should I go on or stop now?