Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Last Three Hours ❯ Last Three Hours ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss, meaning I own none of the characters I will be using in this fic. The only thing I own would probably be the story I am about to write right now.

Warning: Shonen ai, implied yaoi and an Aya that is a tad bit OOC...I think ^-^;

Last Three Hours::One-shot

By Johin

It was three more hours until the New Year came about and a certain brunette couldn't sleep, not because of the noise from the houses around their own complex, he was actually already trained to be able to ignore that, but because of the most recent mission that had injured his best friend, Omi. It left him frustrated as he lay down on his mattress wide awake.

With no hope of getting shut eye, he got up from the bed, set his wristwatch's alarm at twelve and went out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. Passing by his friend's room to check Omi's condition, he was pleased to see that Omi was napping, if not in a complete dream laden slumber. The boy's breathing was back to normal, not like the pained intake of breath he was doing a few hours ago.

Ken closed the door and proceeded to go to the outside of the shop and sat atop the pavement of the sidewalk, watching the stars. Every other house still had a light on preparing for the coming of the next year except for this solitary building behind him that belonged to them, Weiss. Their place was so quiet and dark at this time when it was supposed to be enjoying the holiday, after all it was everyone's birthday once the clock struck twelve.*

An hour had passed by with him immersed in this thought when he suddenly heard the revving up of a car. His tipped his head to a side to get a better view of the garage doorway and saw Yohji driving off to some place unknown. A few moments later Aya emerged from the garage, closing its door as he did so.

The redhead turned around and noticed the athlete. "Can't sleep?" he asked as he moved forward to where the other sat.

"Yeah." Ken answered before going back to his stargazing, patting the hard floor beside him as an invitation. "Aya, where'd Yo-tan go?"

Aya stiffened when he heard the question and snapped. "A date."

Ken kept his questions about the previous event to himself for now and simply diverted his focus to the reflectors of the night. "Stars are beautiful, aren't they?"

Aya grumbled at the sudden change of subject, his brow creasing in a frown. "So? Should I even care?"

"Yes, stars are beautiful, but I guess you're too stuck up in your own problems right now to even notice them and their importance. Sorry for being stupid to not have noticed it." Ken retorted a bit annoyed at his leader's attitude.

Aya scowled at the brunette but it seemed the other would not leave. He as well did not want to do so nor get in trouble anymore. He looked up to where Ken seemed to be focused on and said more as a statement. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have snapped at you"

"Oh, and what's this? The fearless leader has bowed down to someone as lowly as me. Quick, get his temperature. He might have a fever." Ken said gruffly as he stood up and prepared to walk back inside. He would have been fine if the redhead remained quiet but the man just *had* to infuriate him at a time like this. What was the use of staying out here to placate yourself if all it could do was to get you more annoyed and angered? None it seems.

A sigh could be heard before an answered followed, "Ken, I'll explain."

The man addressed stopped in his tracks and turned back to the older man, 'Sure the guy was being an ass a while a go, or rather, all my life but hey, let's hear him out.' He went back to his former place by the doorframe, leaned on it, and said, "Let's hear it then. It better not be 'I just wanted to pick on you today' because, leader or not, I'll send you to the hospital."

Aya sighed again and explained. "Kudou...I mean, Yohji was telling me it wasn't my fault that Omi almost died and he led me to his room.

"Things happened and as it went on he made his move... I hit him square on the face when I realized what he was doing and he left saying he had a date to go to." Aya said under his breath and for the first time in the while Ken had been in Weiss, Ken saw his leader at a loss on what he had to do.

"I don't really feel guilty for what I did, but I think he was stressing out as much as anybody and we needed to talk. I got dressed and ran after him before he got away but he said it was his fault.

"I'm stuck here now, waiting for him to come home. I just don't want for it to get out of hand. Ken, don't tell Omi." Aya finished. He bowed his head down waiting for the other man to strike him down or laugh or do something. On a third person way of seeing things this would be extremely funny or exasperating. Aya was startled to say the least when he felt the weight of Ken's hand on his head, apparently the other had sat down at some point in time.

"Don't worry, Yohji will get over it. He...He has been a bit over the edge, lusting over a lot off people lately, just last week, it was Omi, and the other week was me." Ken said with a bit of mirth, finding the situation comical. "But really, Aya, he did deserve to be hit by you if what I'm thinking is correct. He shouldn't have done that, he never did it to us and well you also have every right to."

Aya nodded, not really knowing if he should be relieved that it was nothing or angered that Yohji had been using him to pass the time. He believed it should be the latter but he was too embarrassed to even try to get angry. Both men then sat there in silence not needing words for the rest of the night.

It was now 11:30 and the car that had gone of to god-only-knows-where came back, packed with fireworks and other whatnot for the festivities. Yohji emerged from the car, silent and stoic. Ken stood up to greet the lanky blond but Aya remained rooted to the ground.

Yohji then went to the back, opened the trunk, brought out the other goods and walked up to the pair. "I...sorry . " he said looking down as he felt Aya stare back at him unmoving.

Once coming to Aya could only grunt so Ken decided to play the arbiter. "Ah, Yo-tan! How come you bought all these? And where were you able to buy them?"

Yohji looked guilty for something but he continued. "I called up Omi. He said he was well enough to celebrate and I wanted to do something to make up for the mistake. A friend of mine owned this shop, said that he had lots of spare fireworks and told me to just pay him later, together with the food. I got lucky I guess."

At this point in time a sleepy sounding Omi could then be heard cursing from inside the shop. Ken rushed to the younger boy, followed by Yohji, and found him sprawled at the doorway connecting the kitchen and the main counter of their shop. "Omi!"

The boy groaned as he felt a surge of pain course through his body but waved their concerns off. "Don't mind me. I wanna know if Yo-tan's home." Omi said not really noticing his other friend's entrance.

Yohji set aside the bags that had contained all of his purchases, helped Ken with his charge and set Omi down on the bench by the large table. "Yeah, Omittchi, I'm here and I got what you told me to get." Yohji answered the teenager and ruffled the boy's hair.

"Hey! I'm not a kid! And you should start setting up if you really want to make up for your games these past weeks, not only for me, but for Ken and Aya too!" Omi said as he pointed an accusing finger at the playboy. "I didn't even think you'd do it to Aya too...Well, you got what you were asking for. Now get to work. I want to enjoy the New Year." He demanded like a kid.

Ken smiled at the scene of brotherly love and thought ironically, 'Omi is such an... opportunist.' Ken felt something was missing while he watched Omi direct Yohji and Yohji follow orders. Ken scanned the area and realized that there indeed was something missing or, to be more specific, someone.

Ken went out of the shop and found that Aya was still there, already up and leaning on the wall for support, watching the stars and the explosions of colors on the sky coming from the fireworks of the overeager. He put his hand on the taller man's shoulder to catch the guy's attention and spoke softly just enough to be heard. "Hey, come inside, let's help them prepare."

When Aya made no move to acknowledge the brunette, Ken frowned. He then made the redhead face him, made eye contact and asked, "Aya, what's wrong?"

"Ken, I'm sorry."

"Hey, what's that for, huh? I thought we cleared it up a just a while a go? Or did I miss something from your little speech?" Ken said more than asked. He was confused though on what Aya had up on his head.

"I haven't been the nicest guy around to be with, have I? " Aya trailed off as he looked at the cement floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the whole world. "I should just-"

Ken stepped up closer to the redhead and put his arms around the redhead's neck successfully making him stop in whatever he was about to say. He kissed Aya on the cheek and whispered close to the amethyst-eyed man's ears, "You're forgiven, hope you don't mind what I just did though. Have a happy New Year, Ran." It was then that Aya heard the soft alarm of Ken's wristwatch.

Omi went outside of the shop, interrupting Aya and Ken, and both parted immediately causing Omi to look at them inquisitively but brushed it aside. "Hey, you two, Yo-tan's done in setting up. All that's left is the fireworks. Will you do it Aya?"

Aya grunted and followed the youngest Weiss, passing Ken along the way he said, "Thank you" though it was barely heard by the other. He then proceeded to get, as a kid would say, the flowers of the sky.

Ken turned of the alarm and followed the other two inside smiling all the while. New Years aren't so lonely after all.

A/N:

* as far as I know, the customs before were that everyone celebrated their birthday's at the same time with everyone else, and that would be during the New year celebration, so this is really big for everyone. Though I think they do celebrate their birthdays at the right time but it's not given as much importance as the New Year. This gives the feeling of equality though I don't know if it is still practiced.