Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Endless Circle ❯ The difference between dead and sleeping ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title: Endless Circle

Chapter: 3 - The difference between the dead and sleeping

Rated: PG13 (for language and some violence)

Warnings: So really good 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.

/.../ = direct thoughts of the characters

|**NOTES**|: This is going to be a bit out of the swing for my normal writings however, I needed the actons. Hope you like it anyway... the ending is kinda sweet ^__^;; so stick with it? lol. Thanks everyone. Don't forget to review me please and tell me what you think so far?

**~*~**
Will I find myself letting go of nothing
Holding on to another time

Sometimes cruel, sometimes kind
Even when you hurt sometimes you were mine
**~*~**

It was only an hour into his shift and already Yohji's feet were starting to hurt. He tried to focus on the task at hand but his thoughts kept interrupting and he would find himself standing motionless when he was supposed to be working. The flower arrangement should have only took him twenty minutes but here he was forty-five minutes later and only half way done with the order. Not like he cared though, dealing with people was becoming harder and harder as the days floated by. It was getting to the point that even being around his friends was a festering hardship. What was this going to lead to and where exactly was it going to end? Would he lose his friends or would he be able to recover somehow?

/Well..... I'm fucked. And what do fucked people do? They cut flowers. Cut the flowers. Cut the people. Cut the flowers. Cut the people.../

In his mind he had somehow rationalized that routine was the only thing left that could preserve his rather utterly meaningless existence. However, it made one wonder what exactly was left to preserve in the first place? Oh well, didn't matter, robots don't feel anyway.

/Cut the flowers. Cut the people. Cut the flowers. Cut the- ow fuck....../

Yohji pulled back his hand and stared at the small river of blood that began to spill away from the open wound he had just inflicted upon his person. How strange it was to see the wound and not feel it. His jade eyes dulled slightly and he felt a strange portention wash over him. It was just then, propitiously, Aya had chosen that moment to walk in and find Yohji staring at the blood winding down his hands to drip upon the floor. Oh good, another mess. Why was Yohji just standing there and not getting himself help? Aya frowned as he continued to watched. Yohji was indeed a strange creature that he could not yet figure out. But... in the end, the real question was, did he really -want- to figure Yohji out? Or was the man better left a secret?

"What happened?" Aya forced himself to act concerned... or perhaps he really didn't have to force it as much as he thought he might have to.
"Nothing." Yohji frowned when he noticed Aya still standing in the door way. Without another word, Yohji brushed past Aya.
"Oh Yohji-kun!" That was Omi speaking, "Do you need me to look-"
"It's fine." Yohji cut him off and walked upstairs.
Ken had lifted an eyebrow at Yohji's departing figure then took it upon himself to walk to the back room where Aya was still standing in the doorway.

"Whoa, what happened..." Ken spoke almost in Aya's ear as he stared at arrangement.
"Keep an eye on Yohji." Aya stated then turned and walked away.
"But who's gonna clean up the mess? And who's gonna make a new arrangement. Aya? Aya!" Ken sighed and started muttering to himself as he walked into the room, "I guess I'll do it... again."
Grabbing a broom Ken stopped and stared at the arrangement Yohji was supposed to be working on again. All the flower heads had been cut off and the only thing remaining in the elegant vase were stems.

"What's the gotten into you, Yohji?" Ken sighed and shook his head before setting to work. Once again he found himself cleaning up after Yohji.

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Alarms. Why are there always alarms? As if security hasn't already been informed. Do theyreally need a 120 decibel siren blaring in a confined, noise reflective, space where there is no room for it to dissipate?
Yohji ran down a narrow hallway almost out of breath because everything had gone wrong at the start of that mission and they had been running ever since. Who knew where Aya and Omi where, his ear piece communicator had come lose sometime ago and he had accidentally smashed it why attempting to dive rolling through a corridor to avoid being nailed with ten bullets all aimed at his head.
Rounding a corner Yohji suddenly found himself facing none other then the long end of a barrel and a man holding the gun with a smirk upon his lips. This was not a happy thing. He instinctively punched the man's forearm with his knuckles, creating a surge of pain that autonomicly caused the man to open his hand and allow the gun to roll out of it. With cat-like grace Yohji grabbed to the gun mid air, turn it upon its owner and fired. The body dropped to the ground and so did the gun, unnoticed by Yohji as he stared at the fallen body. The whole night had been far too surreal for his liking.
The crimson lake oozed forth from the lifeless heap on the floor. Unable to tare his eyes away from the gruesome figure Yohji suddenly realized the horror of his actions. He had just killed a man, with out thought or remorse. It was all instinct. He was nothing more then Kritiker's puppet. A killing machine. When had it become too easy... so effortless to take a life away? When did he stop trying to kill but merely killed without trying?
A security guard ran across the far hallway adjoining the corridor in which Yohji was presently being frozen by his own thoughts in. He walked a little closer then stopped and lifted an eyebrow at the man simply staring at the dead body before him. He took a moment to try and comprehend why his enemy was just standing catatonic over a dead guard. Ken, who had been some ways behind the ex-detective, had finally caught up about then and entered the corridor just behind Yohji. The guard's eyes shifted over to Ken as Ken's eyes moved from Yohji to the guard, to the body, to the gun.

Pause. "Shit." In an instant the guard raised his gun at the same moment Ken moved to push the unfazed Yohji to his left while reaching for the gun on the ground. The sharp report of nine millimeter echoed towards them as the bullet pierced through Yohji's right side and into Ken's left arm. Ken and Yohji dropped; Ken grabbed the gun, fired and the guard soon joined them on the floor in a puddle of his own blood.

"Damn it Yohji, why the hell didn't you -do- anything?" Ken growled as he picked up Yohji and continued to half drag him through the maze of halls and corridors despite the hurt in his freshly wounded arm.
What seemed like an eternity later the two finally emerged from the complex in order to rendezvous with the rest of the team at the agreed evac point.

"What took you guys so long?" Omi turned his attention to the approaching wounded before he had a chance to recognize the fact that they WERE wounded. "Oh!" He inhaled sharply at the sight of them. "You're hurt!"
"Yeah... we know. Let's get in the car and go. Aya, you take Yohji, Omi, I'm going to need you to drive me in Super Seven."

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Yohji was joyfully numb with unconsciousness when he felt an all too familiar back hand carom off his cheek bone, forcing him to open his eyes, and accept the fact he still was not dead. He suddenly inhaled to fire off an appropriate come back to his rude awakener when a more urgent matter of pain sprang from his side.

"You were shot and broke a rib; I had to patch you up."
"What, no kiss?" Yohji managed to grin as he made an effort to breathe shallow in order to lessen the pain.
Aya blinked for a minute with a complete blank expression before slow rage boiled back into his eyes and spread out across his face.

"Idiot." Aya scowled.
Yohji put on his joker mask once more, "Omi has better bedside manors or is it hospital policy to smack your patients?"
"Shut up." Aya snorted, "You're the one bleeding all over my bed."
Pause. "Umm Aya? Why am I in -your- bed?"
Aya blushed faintly and looked towards the door, "I... I didn't want to drag your ass ten more feet down the hallway..." He stammered.
Yohji opened his mouth to make a comment about Aya's blush until he noticed the katana threatening all of his appendages in the corner. He shut his mouth and settled for a light smile instead. Uncomfortable silence dumped itself upon them and Yohji found his mind wandering again. Aya was much paler then he had originally thought, the blush stained on Aya's cheeks, which -was- regrettably fading, had proved this point. Yohji's eyes drifted over the supple curves that was the make up of Aya's face. The man was truly a work of art. Really a shame he never let anyone close enough to love him.

"Ken told me what happened."
Yohji blinked. Ken? Ken. Ooooooh Ken. Yohji's glance suddenly turned away and all his muscles seemed to tense at once, "What did he tell you?"
Aya shifted and small wrinkles formed in the corners of his eyes, "Enough."
Yohji frowned and lowered his eyelids halfway as he stared at the window. Small droplets had begun to hit the window pane and he knew it was not his place to be in that bed. He belong in the rain... alone to suffer his own damnation without the chance to bring down everyone else with him. He failed the last mission but more so he failed his teammates and he failed his friends. This injury could not so easily be patched up by a few simple gestures. A heavy sigh broke past his lips and he winced. Ow. He had to remember to stop doing that until his ribs healed.

"Why?"
"Excuse me...?" Yohji turned to look at Aya who had just spoke.
"Why were you going to let him shoot you?"
What a simple question it was and what a shame the answer could not nearly be as simple. His eyes flickered hints of darker thoughts that he mused over and pondered if it were these thoughts that he should express to Aya or offer the leader better ones that did not hold nearly as much cryptic meanings. Why couldn't life be more simple then this? Why was he still alive?

"Dead flowers should be pruned."
Aya lifted an eyebrow at the paticular phrase Yohji had chosen to respond with. His amythist orbs flickered away towards the floor for a moment, as if in thought. Yohji could see the creases near Aya's eyes again before the red head decided to respond to him.

"One must know which are truly dead and which are merely sleeping through their winter." Aya rose to his feet and walked towards the door then paused and spoke without turning around, "But even if the flowers were dead, they're still beautiful to some." And with that, Aya was gone.
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TBC...

Well... this is chapter three... still want me to go on?