Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Endless Circle ❯ Graveyards and Runaways ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Vampire Louis 
Aya seems puzzled when Yohji takes a drive and unexpectedly meets up with an old friend.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.16.2003 | Updated On: 01.20.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 733 | Status: Completed
Aya seems puzzled when Yohji takes a drive and unexpectedly meets up with an old friend.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.16.2003 | Updated On: 01.20.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 733 | Status: Completed
Title: Endless Circle
Chapter: 4 - Graveyards and Runaways
Rated: PG
Warnings: 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 Utena or the song Bury My Lovely and umm... please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...
Special thanks to: Yang, my editor and partner in crime.
Other: Bury My Lovely is by a wonderful group called: October Project. Yeah... they're great.
As a side note the alternate titles to this chapter were going to be called: Grave Thoughts or Old Friends Die Hard, but we laughed too hard and decided they were bad ideas after all.
Yet another side note. Ummm Utena fans, there is a egg planted in this fic that may make you snicker a touch.
/.../ = direct thoughts of the characters
**~*~**
A picture worth a thousand lies
The memory and the mirror
Nothing but what came before
Nothing but a closing door
A picture worth a thousand lies
A thousand words
A thousand eyes
Bury my lovely
Hide in your room
Bury my lovely
Forget me soon
Forget me
Forget me now
Forget me not
**~*~**
Aya stood in the kitchen, his amethyst eyes watching the broth start to boil slowly. He stirred it a few times then brought the heat down to a simmer before he reached for a bowl to put it into. Aya frowned lightly to himself. On any other given day he would not be caught dead making soup for anyone, let alone the annoying playboy who probably wasn't worth the amount of effort it took to boil the water and drop in the flavored cubes. His eyes watched as the brown liquid slowly spilled into the awaiting bowl allowing for small clouds of steam to rise and tickle his nose. So if he hated his fellow assassin so much why was he doing this?
Dead flowers should be pruned.
Yohji's words unnerved him, but it would be a cold day in hell before he'd let Yohji know that. He picked up the bowl and added a spoon to it before he slowly made his way up the stairs to his room. He pushed the cracked door open with his foot then stopped when he noticed his room was empty. An exasperated sigh fell forth and he set the soup down upon a table before making his way to Yohji's room. Expecting to find Yohji lounging on his own bed, Aya was a bit surprised to find that Yohji's room was empty as well. Sudden panic struck the core of Aya and he turned on his heel to move quickly to the bathroom. The light was on which meant someone was in it. Good. Though when he paused and listened to the footsteps falling down upon the floor of the bathroom, he wasn't entirely convinced that his panic had the right to settle just yet.
"Yohji?" Aya knocked, forcing his voice to sound emotionless and uncaring.
"I'll be out in just a minute, Aya-kun."
Aya closed his eyes and told himself to breathe. That wasn't Yohji... that was Omi. He braced himself and turned towards Ken's room, perhaps Yohji had gone there? Why would Yohji be in Ken's room? Aya scowled at himself. Who knows why Yohji did what he did half the time. About four steps down the hall is when the bathroom door opened and Omi stepped out, filling it with his ever-cheerful demeanor.
"Did you want to use the bathroom, Aya-kun?" Apparently the blond child hadn't heard him say Yohji's name when he knocked.
"No." Aya said flatly, "Have you seen Yohji?"
Omi's eyes flickered a spark of emotion, however the emotion was lost when the child blinked, "No, isn't he with you?"
Aya shrugged.
"Is something wrong Aya-kun?" Omi pressed and Aya made a small turn to walk past Omi and head for the stairs.
"No." He lied and left Omi to stand alone.
~*~
Yohji gripped the steering wheel. Sure, Aya would be pissed off when he went back to his room to find there was no Yohji there, but then again, that was practically the least of Yohji's constraining worries. The car sped up a bit while he aimlessly drove through the city, not really paying a great deal of attention to where he was heading, mostly because he didn't actually know.
One must know which are truly dead and which are merely sleeping through their winter.
He was dead. He knew that by now, he was sure of it. Was Aya questioning that? Was Aya trying to tell him something that he was sure he knew much better then Aya would? Did Aya even know what he meant when he said that? Yohji shook his head and ran a hand through his tangled hair. Aya didn't know anything. He was dead and he finally accepted that. Then again... if he was so sure of everything why did he run away from Aya and Aya's room? What was it in Aya's words, or even Aya's voice, that had spooked him so badly he felt it necessary to take his car and get as far away from Aya as he could get in the short amount of time he had been given?
But even if the flowers were dead, they're still beautiful to some
Yohji's throat tightened a little when stranger thoughts coursed through his half chaotic fried brain. What exactly was Aya trying to say? That very phrase scared him and he hated being scared. Kodou Yohji wasn't afraid of death. Kodou Yohji wasn't afraid of the unknown. Hell, Kodou Yohji wasn't even afraid of the murders and 'bad people' that he and Weiss sought out to kill. But one thing that Kodou Yohji -was- afraid of was Aya, and exactly Aya had just said. He didn't know how to respond to it... he didn't know how to react to the utterly simple little saying Aya so easily let spill forth from his seemingly perfect lips. Perfect lips? Where had that come from? Yohji bit down on his bottom lip and pushed the mental pictures of Aya out of his head.
The buildings flew by like the lights and the rest of the scenery around him, not as if he noticed though. His thoughts were so consuming that they sucked up every last bit of attention he wasn't using to keep himself from driving off the road or crashing into someone else. Yohji suddenly hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand in irritation. Here he was, a grown man and professional killer running away from some red headed ice princess with less feelings then a rock. This was turning out to be the perfect evening... or morning... which ever it was.
Yohji leaned into his seat a little as the car moved on. How long was he going to drive around like this? Did it matter? Probably not. The longer he was out the madder Aya would be at him but did he really care? Yohji down shifted and sighed. Aya mad at him was never really a good thing... ever.
But even if the flowers were dead, they're still beautiful to some
Damn Aya and his catchy phrases. Not that damning them would do him any good but at least he could feel a little justice and self fulfilling revenge. What -had- Aya meant by that? It was driving him slowly to the brink of insanity... or was he already there? Yohji suddenly wished he had remembered to grab his cigarettes when he grabbed his car keys and his coat. Oh well, it was probably for the best, shallow breathing hurt as it was and only gods know what deeply inhaling cigarette smoke would do on his pain factor meter.
Maybe Aya had meant that someone really liked him. Maybe Aya had meant that -he- really liked him. Now there was an interesting concept that wasn't entirely unwelcome. Wishful thinking. Yohji shook his head again... like that would help. He narrowed his eyes at the enlarged road before him with few cars upon it.
Even if his thoughts, by some extremely rare and bizarre circumstance, were true and Aya really did like him... more then a friend... Yohji could never, and would never, accept those feelings from him. In the first place, any feelings coming from Aya were just weird. In the second place, Aya's desires for him, if he had any, were probably extremely misplaced. Aya couldn't have possibly decided he wanted Yohji with a clear head... that was just so... unAya-like. Yohji's green eyes grew a bit dull as he considered what he was really thinking about. He didn't deserve someone as intelligent and beautiful as Aya. Even if Aya -was- a jerk, Aya deserved better then a old jaded playboy who could never get over the death of a girl.
Yohji lifted his sight to the sky momentarily. It was getting lighter outside but the sky was still a dark gray as it threatened to pour down endless amounts of rain upon him. Rain. Aya. It was more then likely that he was giving himself far too much credit. Aya didn't like anyone. What made him think that he was special? That he was an exception to Aya's rules? Yohji winced as the sensation of a darkening whole, filled with emptiness, took life again. Just when he thought it couldn't eat anymore, it slowly began to devour him again... eating the remaining scattered ashes of his far too broken person. Yohji only killed. Yohji only destroyed. Yohji was the dark. He could never be good to anyone's life.
The car rolled to a stop at the side of street and closed his eyes then let go of the steering wheel. He had needed to pull over and relax for a minute before he was too far into his own misery that he would be tempted to crash on purpose. Yohji let a breath of air out and cringed slightly at the feeling of his ribs protesting any deep breaths of air. He opened his eyes and glanced to the right of him only to blink twice.
Ohtori Cemetary. The subconscious mind works in funny ways. He slowly got out of his car and walked along the sidewalk before entering on smaller path that would lead him deeper into the graveyard. The fog was thick around this area thanks to the body of water near by. He hadn't been here in a long time... months even. Though it wasn't on purpose... or maybe it was? He wandered past stone after stone until he came to rest in front of one that was decorated with flowers that were at least a week old. He moved through the fog and the grass to sit down on the grave next to it and lean against the stone of a person that he didn't know the name of. With a sigh he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small wallet which held only money and a little picture of a young woman.
"It's been a while, Asuka." He spoke softly while looking down at the picture in his hands. "I know I haven't been around a whole bunch lately but there as been a lot going on in these past few months." He was always comfortable talking to Asuka, even if he knew her body was not in that grave.
"You see.." he went on, "I've been doing some thinking about where I am in life and where I am going... or where I have left to go to and the outlook isn't all that pretty. First of all, working as an assassin isn't the best of jobs at times and it kind of limits what you can do, you know what I mean?" He winced at that last few words for they brought up some unhappy memories of Asuka's second death.
"I miss you... a lot." He murmured softly, "I've been trying to get you out of my head but I'm not doing such a good job at it. I miss having you around. I miss the jokes we used to share... the way you laughed at them, even if they weren't all that funny. I miss having long conversations with you and I even miss the way we used to complain about how crappy our boss was..." He chuckled softly until he heard a crow call just before the bird flew over head. There was a long momentary pause before he decided to move on.
"I would come visit you, but you wont let me... and finding a ride there is gradually getting harder. You made me promise that I wouldn't come to you now but damn it Asuka... I'm so empty. Life hardly seem worth living anymore because I can't feel anything except a growing hunger for something... love perhaps? When you were still here, you had fixed that pain...you had quieted it for a bit but you're gone now and... I'm still here... suffering through his miserable experience on my own. Well...maybe not entirely alone. I have my... friends... if you can call them that. Omi's a good kid, he is still trying really hard to keep up in his schooling. Ken is still the soccer addict and though he can be annoying, he's genuinely a good person who does his best to look after Omi when no one else can. He and Omi are really good friends and I wouldn't be surprised if that turned into more but I'm not sure it would... Ken doesn't exactly seem to be into that sort of thing. " Yohji straightened up a little against the other tombstone.
"And then there's Aya. I don't know what to think about him because he confuses me all to hell. One day he's the high and mighty ice princess, bent on making me feel like the biggest idiot that ever walked... and the next..." He sighed momentarily, "... the next day he's trying to comfort me in that strange sort of Aya way. A part of me almost thinks that he's confusing himself as well. Aya's not good at dealing with emotions but then again... how can I be sure that he feels anything for me at all? Am I assuming too much by thinking he actually gives a damn? You see why I'm confused? I just don't get it..." He trailed off a bit then sat in silence for a few minutes while his eyes traced over the picture in hand.
"They're good guys, even if sometimes they -are- a little too nosy for their own good." Yohji looked up towards the fog when the flash of a match broke through and moments later Aya walked out of the mist holding a cigarette in hand while blowing out the drag he had just took, "Since when did you start smoking?"
"Since I felt like it." Aya shrugged then took one more drag of the cigarette before handing it to Yohji. He slowly knelt down and took a seat to the left of Yohji so as not to sit on Asuka's grave.
"Oh." Was the only thing that Yohji said before taking the cig and placing it between his lips letting the silence pass between them. He didn't exactly care.
The sky broke with a rolling thunder and the heavens finally opened up to allow drops of water to fall down upon them. Yohji closed his eyes and leaned back against the grave stone of the stranger a little more while Aya snorted at the feeling of having rain pour down upon him.
"I hate the rain."
Yohji's eyes slowly opened and he turned to look at the sour-faced Aya, "Why?"
"Life's depressing enough as it is... no one needs the sky to rub that fact in."
"Oh." Yohji's eyes turned to the sky and a tiny smile graced his lips once he passed the cig back to Aya who took it from him without another word to be spoken.
~*~
"Yohji! It's past noon, you need to get up!" Ken shouted, sounding a bit more irate then normal.
Jade orbs opened before glancing towards a window where sunlight drizzled in unwantedly. He shifted slowly and ran a hand through his semi-damp hair; still that way because of staying in the rain a little too long with Aya.
/I hate morning.../ Yohji thought wincing as he sat up, trying to keep from injuring his already injured side more. He sat hunched over for a minute then reached up to wipe the sleep from his eyes before glancing towards the window for a second time, struck by a sudden thought. /Well... at least it's not raining.../
~*~
TBC...
Utena Fans: The chick has died... did you notice? Get it? Chick.. Asuka... The chick did not break the world's shell... thus the cemetary? Get it? AHAHAH errr.... Ooooh that's a terrible pun on soooooo many levels. Yes... this is the result of late nights with two cracked out Utena and Weiss fans who are forced to stare at a fic for many many hours on end.
Chapter: 4 - Graveyards and Runaways
Rated: PG
Warnings: 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 Utena or the song Bury My Lovely and umm... please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...
Special thanks to: Yang, my editor and partner in crime.
Other: Bury My Lovely is by a wonderful group called: October Project. Yeah... they're great.
As a side note the alternate titles to this chapter were going to be called: Grave Thoughts or Old Friends Die Hard, but we laughed too hard and decided they were bad ideas after all.
Yet another side note. Ummm Utena fans, there is a egg planted in this fic that may make you snicker a touch.
/.../ = direct thoughts of the characters
**~*~**
A picture worth a thousand lies
The memory and the mirror
Nothing but what came before
Nothing but a closing door
A picture worth a thousand lies
A thousand words
A thousand eyes
Bury my lovely
Hide in your room
Bury my lovely
Forget me soon
Forget me
Forget me now
Forget me not
**~*~**
Aya stood in the kitchen, his amethyst eyes watching the broth start to boil slowly. He stirred it a few times then brought the heat down to a simmer before he reached for a bowl to put it into. Aya frowned lightly to himself. On any other given day he would not be caught dead making soup for anyone, let alone the annoying playboy who probably wasn't worth the amount of effort it took to boil the water and drop in the flavored cubes. His eyes watched as the brown liquid slowly spilled into the awaiting bowl allowing for small clouds of steam to rise and tickle his nose. So if he hated his fellow assassin so much why was he doing this?
Dead flowers should be pruned.
Yohji's words unnerved him, but it would be a cold day in hell before he'd let Yohji know that. He picked up the bowl and added a spoon to it before he slowly made his way up the stairs to his room. He pushed the cracked door open with his foot then stopped when he noticed his room was empty. An exasperated sigh fell forth and he set the soup down upon a table before making his way to Yohji's room. Expecting to find Yohji lounging on his own bed, Aya was a bit surprised to find that Yohji's room was empty as well. Sudden panic struck the core of Aya and he turned on his heel to move quickly to the bathroom. The light was on which meant someone was in it. Good. Though when he paused and listened to the footsteps falling down upon the floor of the bathroom, he wasn't entirely convinced that his panic had the right to settle just yet.
"Yohji?" Aya knocked, forcing his voice to sound emotionless and uncaring.
"I'll be out in just a minute, Aya-kun."
Aya closed his eyes and told himself to breathe. That wasn't Yohji... that was Omi. He braced himself and turned towards Ken's room, perhaps Yohji had gone there? Why would Yohji be in Ken's room? Aya scowled at himself. Who knows why Yohji did what he did half the time. About four steps down the hall is when the bathroom door opened and Omi stepped out, filling it with his ever-cheerful demeanor.
"Did you want to use the bathroom, Aya-kun?" Apparently the blond child hadn't heard him say Yohji's name when he knocked.
"No." Aya said flatly, "Have you seen Yohji?"
Omi's eyes flickered a spark of emotion, however the emotion was lost when the child blinked, "No, isn't he with you?"
Aya shrugged.
"Is something wrong Aya-kun?" Omi pressed and Aya made a small turn to walk past Omi and head for the stairs.
"No." He lied and left Omi to stand alone.
~*~
Yohji gripped the steering wheel. Sure, Aya would be pissed off when he went back to his room to find there was no Yohji there, but then again, that was practically the least of Yohji's constraining worries. The car sped up a bit while he aimlessly drove through the city, not really paying a great deal of attention to where he was heading, mostly because he didn't actually know.
One must know which are truly dead and which are merely sleeping through their winter.
He was dead. He knew that by now, he was sure of it. Was Aya questioning that? Was Aya trying to tell him something that he was sure he knew much better then Aya would? Did Aya even know what he meant when he said that? Yohji shook his head and ran a hand through his tangled hair. Aya didn't know anything. He was dead and he finally accepted that. Then again... if he was so sure of everything why did he run away from Aya and Aya's room? What was it in Aya's words, or even Aya's voice, that had spooked him so badly he felt it necessary to take his car and get as far away from Aya as he could get in the short amount of time he had been given?
But even if the flowers were dead, they're still beautiful to some
Yohji's throat tightened a little when stranger thoughts coursed through his half chaotic fried brain. What exactly was Aya trying to say? That very phrase scared him and he hated being scared. Kodou Yohji wasn't afraid of death. Kodou Yohji wasn't afraid of the unknown. Hell, Kodou Yohji wasn't even afraid of the murders and 'bad people' that he and Weiss sought out to kill. But one thing that Kodou Yohji -was- afraid of was Aya, and exactly Aya had just said. He didn't know how to respond to it... he didn't know how to react to the utterly simple little saying Aya so easily let spill forth from his seemingly perfect lips. Perfect lips? Where had that come from? Yohji bit down on his bottom lip and pushed the mental pictures of Aya out of his head.
The buildings flew by like the lights and the rest of the scenery around him, not as if he noticed though. His thoughts were so consuming that they sucked up every last bit of attention he wasn't using to keep himself from driving off the road or crashing into someone else. Yohji suddenly hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand in irritation. Here he was, a grown man and professional killer running away from some red headed ice princess with less feelings then a rock. This was turning out to be the perfect evening... or morning... which ever it was.
Yohji leaned into his seat a little as the car moved on. How long was he going to drive around like this? Did it matter? Probably not. The longer he was out the madder Aya would be at him but did he really care? Yohji down shifted and sighed. Aya mad at him was never really a good thing... ever.
But even if the flowers were dead, they're still beautiful to some
Damn Aya and his catchy phrases. Not that damning them would do him any good but at least he could feel a little justice and self fulfilling revenge. What -had- Aya meant by that? It was driving him slowly to the brink of insanity... or was he already there? Yohji suddenly wished he had remembered to grab his cigarettes when he grabbed his car keys and his coat. Oh well, it was probably for the best, shallow breathing hurt as it was and only gods know what deeply inhaling cigarette smoke would do on his pain factor meter.
Maybe Aya had meant that someone really liked him. Maybe Aya had meant that -he- really liked him. Now there was an interesting concept that wasn't entirely unwelcome. Wishful thinking. Yohji shook his head again... like that would help. He narrowed his eyes at the enlarged road before him with few cars upon it.
Even if his thoughts, by some extremely rare and bizarre circumstance, were true and Aya really did like him... more then a friend... Yohji could never, and would never, accept those feelings from him. In the first place, any feelings coming from Aya were just weird. In the second place, Aya's desires for him, if he had any, were probably extremely misplaced. Aya couldn't have possibly decided he wanted Yohji with a clear head... that was just so... unAya-like. Yohji's green eyes grew a bit dull as he considered what he was really thinking about. He didn't deserve someone as intelligent and beautiful as Aya. Even if Aya -was- a jerk, Aya deserved better then a old jaded playboy who could never get over the death of a girl.
Yohji lifted his sight to the sky momentarily. It was getting lighter outside but the sky was still a dark gray as it threatened to pour down endless amounts of rain upon him. Rain. Aya. It was more then likely that he was giving himself far too much credit. Aya didn't like anyone. What made him think that he was special? That he was an exception to Aya's rules? Yohji winced as the sensation of a darkening whole, filled with emptiness, took life again. Just when he thought it couldn't eat anymore, it slowly began to devour him again... eating the remaining scattered ashes of his far too broken person. Yohji only killed. Yohji only destroyed. Yohji was the dark. He could never be good to anyone's life.
The car rolled to a stop at the side of street and closed his eyes then let go of the steering wheel. He had needed to pull over and relax for a minute before he was too far into his own misery that he would be tempted to crash on purpose. Yohji let a breath of air out and cringed slightly at the feeling of his ribs protesting any deep breaths of air. He opened his eyes and glanced to the right of him only to blink twice.
Ohtori Cemetary. The subconscious mind works in funny ways. He slowly got out of his car and walked along the sidewalk before entering on smaller path that would lead him deeper into the graveyard. The fog was thick around this area thanks to the body of water near by. He hadn't been here in a long time... months even. Though it wasn't on purpose... or maybe it was? He wandered past stone after stone until he came to rest in front of one that was decorated with flowers that were at least a week old. He moved through the fog and the grass to sit down on the grave next to it and lean against the stone of a person that he didn't know the name of. With a sigh he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small wallet which held only money and a little picture of a young woman.
"It's been a while, Asuka." He spoke softly while looking down at the picture in his hands. "I know I haven't been around a whole bunch lately but there as been a lot going on in these past few months." He was always comfortable talking to Asuka, even if he knew her body was not in that grave.
"You see.." he went on, "I've been doing some thinking about where I am in life and where I am going... or where I have left to go to and the outlook isn't all that pretty. First of all, working as an assassin isn't the best of jobs at times and it kind of limits what you can do, you know what I mean?" He winced at that last few words for they brought up some unhappy memories of Asuka's second death.
"I miss you... a lot." He murmured softly, "I've been trying to get you out of my head but I'm not doing such a good job at it. I miss having you around. I miss the jokes we used to share... the way you laughed at them, even if they weren't all that funny. I miss having long conversations with you and I even miss the way we used to complain about how crappy our boss was..." He chuckled softly until he heard a crow call just before the bird flew over head. There was a long momentary pause before he decided to move on.
"I would come visit you, but you wont let me... and finding a ride there is gradually getting harder. You made me promise that I wouldn't come to you now but damn it Asuka... I'm so empty. Life hardly seem worth living anymore because I can't feel anything except a growing hunger for something... love perhaps? When you were still here, you had fixed that pain...you had quieted it for a bit but you're gone now and... I'm still here... suffering through his miserable experience on my own. Well...maybe not entirely alone. I have my... friends... if you can call them that. Omi's a good kid, he is still trying really hard to keep up in his schooling. Ken is still the soccer addict and though he can be annoying, he's genuinely a good person who does his best to look after Omi when no one else can. He and Omi are really good friends and I wouldn't be surprised if that turned into more but I'm not sure it would... Ken doesn't exactly seem to be into that sort of thing. " Yohji straightened up a little against the other tombstone.
"And then there's Aya. I don't know what to think about him because he confuses me all to hell. One day he's the high and mighty ice princess, bent on making me feel like the biggest idiot that ever walked... and the next..." He sighed momentarily, "... the next day he's trying to comfort me in that strange sort of Aya way. A part of me almost thinks that he's confusing himself as well. Aya's not good at dealing with emotions but then again... how can I be sure that he feels anything for me at all? Am I assuming too much by thinking he actually gives a damn? You see why I'm confused? I just don't get it..." He trailed off a bit then sat in silence for a few minutes while his eyes traced over the picture in hand.
"They're good guys, even if sometimes they -are- a little too nosy for their own good." Yohji looked up towards the fog when the flash of a match broke through and moments later Aya walked out of the mist holding a cigarette in hand while blowing out the drag he had just took, "Since when did you start smoking?"
"Since I felt like it." Aya shrugged then took one more drag of the cigarette before handing it to Yohji. He slowly knelt down and took a seat to the left of Yohji so as not to sit on Asuka's grave.
"Oh." Was the only thing that Yohji said before taking the cig and placing it between his lips letting the silence pass between them. He didn't exactly care.
The sky broke with a rolling thunder and the heavens finally opened up to allow drops of water to fall down upon them. Yohji closed his eyes and leaned back against the grave stone of the stranger a little more while Aya snorted at the feeling of having rain pour down upon him.
"I hate the rain."
Yohji's eyes slowly opened and he turned to look at the sour-faced Aya, "Why?"
"Life's depressing enough as it is... no one needs the sky to rub that fact in."
"Oh." Yohji's eyes turned to the sky and a tiny smile graced his lips once he passed the cig back to Aya who took it from him without another word to be spoken.
~*~
"Yohji! It's past noon, you need to get up!" Ken shouted, sounding a bit more irate then normal.
Jade orbs opened before glancing towards a window where sunlight drizzled in unwantedly. He shifted slowly and ran a hand through his semi-damp hair; still that way because of staying in the rain a little too long with Aya.
/I hate morning.../ Yohji thought wincing as he sat up, trying to keep from injuring his already injured side more. He sat hunched over for a minute then reached up to wipe the sleep from his eyes before glancing towards the window for a second time, struck by a sudden thought. /Well... at least it's not raining.../
~*~
TBC...
Utena Fans: The chick has died... did you notice? Get it? Chick.. Asuka... The chick did not break the world's shell... thus the cemetary? Get it? AHAHAH errr.... Ooooh that's a terrible pun on soooooo many levels. Yes... this is the result of late nights with two cracked out Utena and Weiss fans who are forced to stare at a fic for many many hours on end.