Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Endless Circle ❯ Bridge over divided waters ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Vampire Louis 
A trip to the Cherry Blossom Festival becomes a time of awakening for Aya.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Updated On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 668 | Status: Completed
A trip to the Cherry Blossom Festival becomes a time of awakening for Aya.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Updated On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 668 | Status: Completed
Title: Endless Circle
Chapter: 5 - Bridge over divided waters
Rated: PG
Warnings: 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|:
**~*~**
At the end of an endless circle
I know what I'm searching for
Somehow every time that I leave you
I love you even more
What is borrowed, what is blue
What is lost inside of you
What is waiting to be broken
With a kiss or with a dare
There's a truth you can't repair
With a love that isn't spoken
Will we ever be less alone together
On our way to a separate peace?
**~*~**
Irrational. Completely irrational. No one should feel these... things. Feelings are completely useless to everyone and do nothing but distract and destroy a perfectly logical mind. Feelings... only the weak let themselves have feelings. Feelings get you dead. If you can't concentrate on missions because you're worried about someone else or their feelings then you're a liability.
/And yet I can't stop myself from feeling. I have accepted the fact that I am weak because I feel for Aya-chan and now... I should condemn these things from my mind but would my stubborn heart allow it? I remember a time when I didn't have to argue with my heart about feelings for I only felt for Aya-chan. It was okay because Aya-chan was my reason to fight... to live. I lived for Aya-chan because if I died who would take care of her? Who would make sure she got the care she needed? No one. It was all up to me./
Aya sat polishing his sword. A mindless task he had done so many times that he could do it in his sleep and probably did. His violet eyes watched his reflection and for a moment he lost himself inside of the blade. That is, until his door suddenly flew open, giving way to a rather cheery Omi who looked like he was bursting with excitement. Uh oh. This wasn't going to be something he liked.
"Aya-kun!" Omi breathed as if he had ran all the way to Aya's door, "We closed the shop today in favor of going to the cherry blossom festival! Do you want to come? Please?" Omi's eyes grew slightly large but Aya knew better than to give in,
"No." He said sternly and tore his eyes away from Omi to look back down at his oil covered sword.
Omi, suddenly blushing, backed away, "Oh sorry Aya-kun, I didn't know you were busy with your sword..."
Aya twitched then glanced up at Omi, "Just knock next time."
The younger boy nodded and slowly walked out of the room, absentmindedly leaving the door open. Aya scowled at this and set his sword aside to climb to his feet and close the thing himself when he noticed a lanky blond leaning against his door frame.
"You coming with us Aya?" His voice was like honey to Aya's ears and it caused Aya to stare at him wordlessly, "Uhh..." Yohji went on, seemingly a bit uncomfortable, "Ken and Omi thought I should get out of the house and do something with them so I can't back out of it... but it would be nice to have older company around..."
Aya shifted lightly, "Sure." What was he supposed to do? Reject Yohji who was practically begging for him to come? Okay... maybe not practically begging but he -was- asking really nicely.
Yohji smiled and Aya turned to put his sword away after one last wipe. Of course Aya was already up and ready to go. He had -been- up for over and hour and in that time had gotten dressed and cleaned up, all so he would to be able to go down in the store to open it. Aya looked at Yohji and sighed. Since when had anyone been able to persuade him into anything that easily? He must have been getting soft. He'd have to work on that. With nothing but a shake of the head, Aya walked after Yohji who had already turned and was heading down the hall to the stairs.
"Oh good, all ready Yo- Aya!" Omi nearly shouted in surprise once the two men had descended the stairs, "I... I thought you weren't coming."
Aya shrugged. "I changed my mind." As nice as the kid was, he didn't feel the need to have to explain -anything- to him... let alone the reason he would let himself be moved by Yohji and no one else. Avoiding Yohji's gaze he missed the look sent in his direction for he already knew what kinds of questions it would have inside of it.
"Okay, I'm ready to go!" Ken came running downstairs with a soccer ball under his arm, "Oh, hey Aya, I didn't know you were coming."
Aya shrugged once more and Ken just turned away. Who needed Aya's sarcastic pearls of wisdom this early in the day anyway? Certainly not Ken. Nope.
The group headed out down the street. They were walking thanks to Omi's begging, Ken's persistence, and Yohji's apathetic nature towards such issues. Aya would have been just as satisfied taking his car but as the others wanted to enjoy their time outside together he didn't push the issue. Wow, he really -was- turning into a softy. Perhaps he'd kill the source for it later.
People gathered all around the little park with cardboard and spaces and blankets laid out to reserve spots for families, lovers and friends. Hundreds of people were everywhere, in such a crowd it would have been really easy to get lost. Really easy. Aya's violet eyes graced over the people floating before him, watching them chatter about silly new things or pointless updates in each other's lives. For a moment he turned his head, thinking he saw Aya-chan but he scowled in finding it was just someone who, from the corner of his eye, happen to look vaguely like her.
"You okay?"
Aya turned to look at Yohji who had spoken to him with questioning eyes. Did Yohji catch the scowl? "Fine." He retorted curtly, not meaning for it to come out as harsh as it did. He was getting really good at doing that,
"Okay." Yohji shrugged with a smile, much to Aya's surprise, he had expected the blond to at least be a little irked with him.
"Aya-kun, Yohji-kun!" Omi grinned, "Ken-kun and I are going to go find a spot... is there somewhere where we can meet you when we get one?"
Aya blinked blankly for a moment until he heard Yohji speak up, "We'll be at the ice-cream stand down the road a little."
"What?" Aya blinked again.
"Okay, see you in a bit!" Omi waved then took off with Ken, still leaving Aya to be more confused than he had the right to be.
"Lighten up Aya." Yohji had suddenly grinned at him, "You can't be grumpy all year round so try to relax a little."
Was that a wink? Yohji winked at him? Aya shook his head and let his eyes scan the area once more as a tiny hint of a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. He should have been used to that by now. Yohji continued his walk down the street and reluctantly he followed. If only there weren't so many noisy, happy people around. If only it were night; the sun was too bright for his liking. Probably because he lived his days inside and only went out for extended amounts of time at night. He was a creature of the night; wasn't it obvious by the color of his skin? A killer who was one with the shadows. Daylight didn't allow for anyone to hide in the shadows well enough for his liking.
"What flavor do you like?"
Aya glanced at Yohji as if the man had grown a second head, "Excuse me?"
Yohji motioned towards the ice-cream stand, "What flavor do you like?"
"I don't eat ice-cream."
Yohji seemed a bit exasperated with him so when he turned to the seller he just smiled and ordered two vanilla cones. Two? What? Did Yohji think he could eat two on his own? The man could barely eat tiny portions of any meal. Aya was suddenly thrown back into his thoughts. When was the last time he saw Yohji eat anything? He turned to look at the tall assassin carefully. Yohji was thinner... paler... and all around less healthy looking. Yohij looked as if... as if he were fading away into nothingness. Aya shivered when jade eyes turned in his direction.
"Here."
Aya lifted an eyebrow at the cone of ice-cream thrusted in his face, "I don't want it."
"I paid for you to have it."
"I don't eat ice-cream."
Yohji seem to frown but not just in anger. "Fine," was the soft murmur that Aya heard as Yohji just headed towards a trash can.
"If you're just going to throw it away then I'll eat the damn thing." Aya snorted and walked over to Yohji to take the cone from him. He hated it when Yohji had that expression on his face like the one he had a few moments ago. It was that hurt puppy look. Aya-chan used to give it to him all the time when she wanted something or he would lose his cool around her.
Yohji handed him the ice cream and he shook his head as he stared at the vanilla cone. What a pain. He took a bite of it and wrinkled his nose slightly at the faint stinging in his front teeth.
"You're doing that all wrong." Yohji offhandedly remarked.
"What do you mean?" Aya frowned at him, was Yohji criticizing him?
"You're supposed to lick, not bite. That's a universal rule for many things, Aya." Yohji grinned and Aya just blinked. He was doing a lot of that lately.
It was only when Yohji turned away with a sigh that Aya thought he felt a blush creep upon his cheeks. Damn him. Aya shook his head and turned his attention back to the ice-cream. Too many questions he didn't have to answer were running through his head and he wished they would go away and leave him be.
The two strolled down the street together without saying another word to each other. It was nice just listening to happy children play while the adults all sat around and talked of the good old days or fun times to come. Aya was slightly jealous of them. 'Them' being the people who never suffered... 'them' being the people who could live their life freely while he and the three other assassins had to live their life under an iron fist to protect them. Life was never fair.
"Aya! Yohji!" Omi's voice shattered his darkening thoughts once more as the boy came bouncing over to them, "We found a spot!"
"You actually found one?" Yohji spoke in surprise after finishing his ice cream cone like Aya had moments ago.
"Yeah, Ken-kun got it for us."
"Dare I ask how?" Yohji lifted an eyebrow, as if to voice Aya's thoughts.
"Well he ummm-"
"Yohji! Aya! Omi! Get over here and help me set up!" Ken shouted and waved from a distant spot, saving Omi from having to explain exactly how Ken scared away a young couple in order to get them a spot that -was- really more suited for four people.
Aya shrugged his shoulders and followed Omi who was halfway back to the spot he and Ken had "found" together. It was actually much nicer then Aya had expected it to be. Those two either were -really- lucky or -really- scary. Aya's bet was on the latter. They set to work and soon enough had their little place all set up. It was rather nice actually.
Yohji was the first to sit down soon followed by Omi, though Aya and Ken remained standing. Silence fell amongst them for once and Aya noticed Ken's attention shift over to a little game of soccer being played to his right. There were only four kids but Aya knew that Ken was dying to go and play too. Omi somehow must have picked up on the same thing for he was the first to speak up, naturally.
"Hey Ken-kun, do you want to go over with me and ask them if we can play with them?" Omi slowly rose back to his feet. The kid was bound to get worn out before the day was over.
"You really want to play Omi?" Ken blinked in surprise no doubt.
"Sure...." The blond kid laughed then glanced at Aya, "You want to come too Aya-kun?"
"No."
"Okay.... How about you Yohji-kun?"
Aya's eyes turned to feast upon the honey haired man who settled for a lazy grin upon his lips, "Naa, you two go ahead, I think I'll just stay here and keep an eye out for any potential good-looking women that might come my way..." Yohji gave Omi a playful wink and the poor kid must have blushed for the tenth time that week.
"Baka..." Ken sighed for Omi as his hand reached out and snagged Omi's arm, "Come on Omi, leave the two old farts to their own business."
"Old fart?" Yohji shouted after him and was about to go on but knew Ken was long gone.
Aya watched them go as well before a pale petal drifted down from the tree overhead to land on the tip of his noise. He blinked twice and the feather-like object slid away from his face to continue its natural course to the ground. He rubbed the tip of his nose and swore he heard Yohji laughing faintly at him. Turning his attention to Yohji, who happened to be grinning, he frowned. He -was- laughing at him! How dare he...shi-ne.
"You looked so confused just a minute ago... it was cute."
Okay... maybe he didn't deserved to be cursed to death, but he -did- deserve a serious maiming for the comment... and perhaps the laughter.
"You going to stand the whole time or can you find it in yourself to sit down?"
Once again, Aya just stared at Yohji as he considered what Yohji had said. Did he want to sit down and try to "relax"? Or was he more comfortable standing, leaning against the tree to watch the petals fall. More silence between them, of course, though he was content with it as always. In the background he could hear children laughing and playing as others still talked. Lost in the midst of noise, there they were, silent to each other and the rest of the world. It was... nice.
Moving with caution, he lowered himself to the blanket stiffly. He hadn't intended to sit close to Yohji but that's what he ended up doing. Oh well, he wasn't about to let the other man know he was bothered by simply sitting close to him. Why would he want Yohji of all people to know he had a weakening resolve.
Pink stains against the sky still gently drifted down towards the awkward pair and at the same time the two looked towards the raining petals. A strangely warm feeling coursed through Aya's veins as a dream of love and beauty began to creep into his mind. No, that wasn't right. There wasn't anything beautiful left in this world. It was haunted by beasts of the night and other such gastly phantoms. With a heavy exhalation he felt himself sink a little more into his abyss. /The sun will not visit me here anymore./ Aya glanced at Yohji. /and I certainly won't find it there either.../
He shook his head and wearily leaned back. Slender fingers landed atop a different set belonging to the neighboring body. Instinct hit him and he naturally began to pull his hand back when the other set of fingers started to lace between his. Pausing he turned and looked at Yohji who was still watching the petals fall though a softer smile graced the playboy's lips. Aya turned away and thought to protest but said nothing and slowly relaxed back to let their fingers stay entwined.
Aya could never be the nice and gentle person who would care for Yohji's feelings and thoughts. Aya could never let himself have these feelings of compassion.
But maybe...
...maybe Ran could...
**~*~**
TBC...
Chapter: 5 - Bridge over divided waters
Rated: PG
Warnings: 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|:
**~*~**
At the end of an endless circle
I know what I'm searching for
Somehow every time that I leave you
I love you even more
What is borrowed, what is blue
What is lost inside of you
What is waiting to be broken
With a kiss or with a dare
There's a truth you can't repair
With a love that isn't spoken
Will we ever be less alone together
On our way to a separate peace?
**~*~**
Irrational. Completely irrational. No one should feel these... things. Feelings are completely useless to everyone and do nothing but distract and destroy a perfectly logical mind. Feelings... only the weak let themselves have feelings. Feelings get you dead. If you can't concentrate on missions because you're worried about someone else or their feelings then you're a liability.
/And yet I can't stop myself from feeling. I have accepted the fact that I am weak because I feel for Aya-chan and now... I should condemn these things from my mind but would my stubborn heart allow it? I remember a time when I didn't have to argue with my heart about feelings for I only felt for Aya-chan. It was okay because Aya-chan was my reason to fight... to live. I lived for Aya-chan because if I died who would take care of her? Who would make sure she got the care she needed? No one. It was all up to me./
Aya sat polishing his sword. A mindless task he had done so many times that he could do it in his sleep and probably did. His violet eyes watched his reflection and for a moment he lost himself inside of the blade. That is, until his door suddenly flew open, giving way to a rather cheery Omi who looked like he was bursting with excitement. Uh oh. This wasn't going to be something he liked.
"Aya-kun!" Omi breathed as if he had ran all the way to Aya's door, "We closed the shop today in favor of going to the cherry blossom festival! Do you want to come? Please?" Omi's eyes grew slightly large but Aya knew better than to give in,
"No." He said sternly and tore his eyes away from Omi to look back down at his oil covered sword.
Omi, suddenly blushing, backed away, "Oh sorry Aya-kun, I didn't know you were busy with your sword..."
Aya twitched then glanced up at Omi, "Just knock next time."
The younger boy nodded and slowly walked out of the room, absentmindedly leaving the door open. Aya scowled at this and set his sword aside to climb to his feet and close the thing himself when he noticed a lanky blond leaning against his door frame.
"You coming with us Aya?" His voice was like honey to Aya's ears and it caused Aya to stare at him wordlessly, "Uhh..." Yohji went on, seemingly a bit uncomfortable, "Ken and Omi thought I should get out of the house and do something with them so I can't back out of it... but it would be nice to have older company around..."
Aya shifted lightly, "Sure." What was he supposed to do? Reject Yohji who was practically begging for him to come? Okay... maybe not practically begging but he -was- asking really nicely.
Yohji smiled and Aya turned to put his sword away after one last wipe. Of course Aya was already up and ready to go. He had -been- up for over and hour and in that time had gotten dressed and cleaned up, all so he would to be able to go down in the store to open it. Aya looked at Yohji and sighed. Since when had anyone been able to persuade him into anything that easily? He must have been getting soft. He'd have to work on that. With nothing but a shake of the head, Aya walked after Yohji who had already turned and was heading down the hall to the stairs.
"Oh good, all ready Yo- Aya!" Omi nearly shouted in surprise once the two men had descended the stairs, "I... I thought you weren't coming."
Aya shrugged. "I changed my mind." As nice as the kid was, he didn't feel the need to have to explain -anything- to him... let alone the reason he would let himself be moved by Yohji and no one else. Avoiding Yohji's gaze he missed the look sent in his direction for he already knew what kinds of questions it would have inside of it.
"Okay, I'm ready to go!" Ken came running downstairs with a soccer ball under his arm, "Oh, hey Aya, I didn't know you were coming."
Aya shrugged once more and Ken just turned away. Who needed Aya's sarcastic pearls of wisdom this early in the day anyway? Certainly not Ken. Nope.
The group headed out down the street. They were walking thanks to Omi's begging, Ken's persistence, and Yohji's apathetic nature towards such issues. Aya would have been just as satisfied taking his car but as the others wanted to enjoy their time outside together he didn't push the issue. Wow, he really -was- turning into a softy. Perhaps he'd kill the source for it later.
People gathered all around the little park with cardboard and spaces and blankets laid out to reserve spots for families, lovers and friends. Hundreds of people were everywhere, in such a crowd it would have been really easy to get lost. Really easy. Aya's violet eyes graced over the people floating before him, watching them chatter about silly new things or pointless updates in each other's lives. For a moment he turned his head, thinking he saw Aya-chan but he scowled in finding it was just someone who, from the corner of his eye, happen to look vaguely like her.
"You okay?"
Aya turned to look at Yohji who had spoken to him with questioning eyes. Did Yohji catch the scowl? "Fine." He retorted curtly, not meaning for it to come out as harsh as it did. He was getting really good at doing that,
"Okay." Yohji shrugged with a smile, much to Aya's surprise, he had expected the blond to at least be a little irked with him.
"Aya-kun, Yohji-kun!" Omi grinned, "Ken-kun and I are going to go find a spot... is there somewhere where we can meet you when we get one?"
Aya blinked blankly for a moment until he heard Yohji speak up, "We'll be at the ice-cream stand down the road a little."
"What?" Aya blinked again.
"Okay, see you in a bit!" Omi waved then took off with Ken, still leaving Aya to be more confused than he had the right to be.
"Lighten up Aya." Yohji had suddenly grinned at him, "You can't be grumpy all year round so try to relax a little."
Was that a wink? Yohji winked at him? Aya shook his head and let his eyes scan the area once more as a tiny hint of a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. He should have been used to that by now. Yohji continued his walk down the street and reluctantly he followed. If only there weren't so many noisy, happy people around. If only it were night; the sun was too bright for his liking. Probably because he lived his days inside and only went out for extended amounts of time at night. He was a creature of the night; wasn't it obvious by the color of his skin? A killer who was one with the shadows. Daylight didn't allow for anyone to hide in the shadows well enough for his liking.
"What flavor do you like?"
Aya glanced at Yohji as if the man had grown a second head, "Excuse me?"
Yohji motioned towards the ice-cream stand, "What flavor do you like?"
"I don't eat ice-cream."
Yohji seemed a bit exasperated with him so when he turned to the seller he just smiled and ordered two vanilla cones. Two? What? Did Yohji think he could eat two on his own? The man could barely eat tiny portions of any meal. Aya was suddenly thrown back into his thoughts. When was the last time he saw Yohji eat anything? He turned to look at the tall assassin carefully. Yohji was thinner... paler... and all around less healthy looking. Yohij looked as if... as if he were fading away into nothingness. Aya shivered when jade eyes turned in his direction.
"Here."
Aya lifted an eyebrow at the cone of ice-cream thrusted in his face, "I don't want it."
"I paid for you to have it."
"I don't eat ice-cream."
Yohji seem to frown but not just in anger. "Fine," was the soft murmur that Aya heard as Yohji just headed towards a trash can.
"If you're just going to throw it away then I'll eat the damn thing." Aya snorted and walked over to Yohji to take the cone from him. He hated it when Yohji had that expression on his face like the one he had a few moments ago. It was that hurt puppy look. Aya-chan used to give it to him all the time when she wanted something or he would lose his cool around her.
Yohji handed him the ice cream and he shook his head as he stared at the vanilla cone. What a pain. He took a bite of it and wrinkled his nose slightly at the faint stinging in his front teeth.
"You're doing that all wrong." Yohji offhandedly remarked.
"What do you mean?" Aya frowned at him, was Yohji criticizing him?
"You're supposed to lick, not bite. That's a universal rule for many things, Aya." Yohji grinned and Aya just blinked. He was doing a lot of that lately.
It was only when Yohji turned away with a sigh that Aya thought he felt a blush creep upon his cheeks. Damn him. Aya shook his head and turned his attention back to the ice-cream. Too many questions he didn't have to answer were running through his head and he wished they would go away and leave him be.
The two strolled down the street together without saying another word to each other. It was nice just listening to happy children play while the adults all sat around and talked of the good old days or fun times to come. Aya was slightly jealous of them. 'Them' being the people who never suffered... 'them' being the people who could live their life freely while he and the three other assassins had to live their life under an iron fist to protect them. Life was never fair.
"Aya! Yohji!" Omi's voice shattered his darkening thoughts once more as the boy came bouncing over to them, "We found a spot!"
"You actually found one?" Yohji spoke in surprise after finishing his ice cream cone like Aya had moments ago.
"Yeah, Ken-kun got it for us."
"Dare I ask how?" Yohji lifted an eyebrow, as if to voice Aya's thoughts.
"Well he ummm-"
"Yohji! Aya! Omi! Get over here and help me set up!" Ken shouted and waved from a distant spot, saving Omi from having to explain exactly how Ken scared away a young couple in order to get them a spot that -was- really more suited for four people.
Aya shrugged his shoulders and followed Omi who was halfway back to the spot he and Ken had "found" together. It was actually much nicer then Aya had expected it to be. Those two either were -really- lucky or -really- scary. Aya's bet was on the latter. They set to work and soon enough had their little place all set up. It was rather nice actually.
Yohji was the first to sit down soon followed by Omi, though Aya and Ken remained standing. Silence fell amongst them for once and Aya noticed Ken's attention shift over to a little game of soccer being played to his right. There were only four kids but Aya knew that Ken was dying to go and play too. Omi somehow must have picked up on the same thing for he was the first to speak up, naturally.
"Hey Ken-kun, do you want to go over with me and ask them if we can play with them?" Omi slowly rose back to his feet. The kid was bound to get worn out before the day was over.
"You really want to play Omi?" Ken blinked in surprise no doubt.
"Sure...." The blond kid laughed then glanced at Aya, "You want to come too Aya-kun?"
"No."
"Okay.... How about you Yohji-kun?"
Aya's eyes turned to feast upon the honey haired man who settled for a lazy grin upon his lips, "Naa, you two go ahead, I think I'll just stay here and keep an eye out for any potential good-looking women that might come my way..." Yohji gave Omi a playful wink and the poor kid must have blushed for the tenth time that week.
"Baka..." Ken sighed for Omi as his hand reached out and snagged Omi's arm, "Come on Omi, leave the two old farts to their own business."
"Old fart?" Yohji shouted after him and was about to go on but knew Ken was long gone.
Aya watched them go as well before a pale petal drifted down from the tree overhead to land on the tip of his noise. He blinked twice and the feather-like object slid away from his face to continue its natural course to the ground. He rubbed the tip of his nose and swore he heard Yohji laughing faintly at him. Turning his attention to Yohji, who happened to be grinning, he frowned. He -was- laughing at him! How dare he...shi-ne.
"You looked so confused just a minute ago... it was cute."
Okay... maybe he didn't deserved to be cursed to death, but he -did- deserve a serious maiming for the comment... and perhaps the laughter.
"You going to stand the whole time or can you find it in yourself to sit down?"
Once again, Aya just stared at Yohji as he considered what Yohji had said. Did he want to sit down and try to "relax"? Or was he more comfortable standing, leaning against the tree to watch the petals fall. More silence between them, of course, though he was content with it as always. In the background he could hear children laughing and playing as others still talked. Lost in the midst of noise, there they were, silent to each other and the rest of the world. It was... nice.
Moving with caution, he lowered himself to the blanket stiffly. He hadn't intended to sit close to Yohji but that's what he ended up doing. Oh well, he wasn't about to let the other man know he was bothered by simply sitting close to him. Why would he want Yohji of all people to know he had a weakening resolve.
Pink stains against the sky still gently drifted down towards the awkward pair and at the same time the two looked towards the raining petals. A strangely warm feeling coursed through Aya's veins as a dream of love and beauty began to creep into his mind. No, that wasn't right. There wasn't anything beautiful left in this world. It was haunted by beasts of the night and other such gastly phantoms. With a heavy exhalation he felt himself sink a little more into his abyss. /The sun will not visit me here anymore./ Aya glanced at Yohji. /and I certainly won't find it there either.../
He shook his head and wearily leaned back. Slender fingers landed atop a different set belonging to the neighboring body. Instinct hit him and he naturally began to pull his hand back when the other set of fingers started to lace between his. Pausing he turned and looked at Yohji who was still watching the petals fall though a softer smile graced the playboy's lips. Aya turned away and thought to protest but said nothing and slowly relaxed back to let their fingers stay entwined.
Aya could never be the nice and gentle person who would care for Yohji's feelings and thoughts. Aya could never let himself have these feelings of compassion.
But maybe...
...maybe Ran could...
**~*~**
TBC...