Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Purpose ❯ morning after ... ( Chapter 1 )

Author's note:

I'm truly sorry about the mistakes in grammar and times. For the spelling, I think Word did a good job. As English is not my first language, and it has been a long time since I learned it at school, I'm sure about them.

If anybody is interested in proof reading/betaing this story, I would be very thankful and promise to correct my foolishly made mistakes for the enjoyment of the readers ….

Simply mail me.

Disclaimer: This fic ignores Glühen. All the people herein are mine, except the ones you knew from Weiss Kreuz. These belong to their creators. No income is made through this story. It's for fun purposes only…

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Lost purpose

Yohji woke feeling warm and comfortable, content. He stretched and yawned. The sunlight streaming through the opened window fell softly on his slender form, lying lazy in their bed. He rolled over to cradle his lover in his arms. Only there was no lover. The bed was disturbingly empty. He sighed, rolled back and slowly opened his eyes. He was alone. The alarm on the nightstand said seven forty three. He listened. Their apartment was unusual quiet. No shower was running, no noises from the kitchen.

Getting up, he slipped in his Yukata and left the bedroom. "Baby?" Nothing. Cautiously he stepped in the kitchen. It was empty. No coffee was prepared, no breakfast; nothing was cooking on the stove. The living room was abandoned also. He turned and went to the bathroom. "Hey, sweetheart, where are you?" The bathroom was unoccupied, too.

He entered and relieved himself. Then he looked around. Something seemed off. As he approached the sink to wash his hands, he noticed the absent toothbrush. In addition, Ran's razor was missing. He turned slowly, a feeling of dread spreading in his gut. "Ran?" The shampoo was missing, the soap, the Yukata normally hanging there, too. "Ran?" He swallowed and went back to the bedroom.

First thing he noticed then, the Katana hanging normally on the wall wasn't there. The feeling of dread extended to his whole body. He hesitantly opened the closet. All of Ran's clothes were gone. The drawers empty. "No." He felt his knees become weak, his throat go dry. He heavily sat back on the bed as the obvious hit him with full force. Ran was gone. Anxiety befell him.

Slowly, legs heavy, he searched the whole apartment. All of Ran's personal things were gone. And he left no note, no sign behind. No good bye. Nothing. Only his key for the apartment sat alone on the kitchen counter. He had left him. Silent tears streamed down is cheeks during his search, he choked, felt, as if his heart would break for the second time in his life. He leaned against the wall in the corridor and slowly slid down to the floor.

Legs against his chest, arms slung tight around them he sat there, head leaned back against the wall. His shoulders shook and he began weeping in earnest. "Why? God, Ran why?" All strength left him, he felt utterly alone and useless. He was utterly alone and useless. Yesterday night, everything was fine. They had a pleasant evening, had made love and then slept in each other arms. There was no sign of any of this. His head fell forward to rest on his knees.

He sat there, until there were no tears anymore. Until the light of the day slowly faded and the apartment got dark. And then some time longer. He felt utterly miserable, cold from the inside.

Finally, he stretched his cramped legs in front of him and slowly got up as human urges drove him to the bathroom. He went about his business and shred his Yukata then got straight back to bed. The pillow smelled like Ran. He cradled it close to him and curled around it. The sheets smelled of Ran.

Physically and mentally exhausted from crying so long; he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. And woke up crying again and still alone very early in the morning. It was still dark. Resignedly he wiped the tears away and slung a forearm across his eyes. For the second time he had lost a person, he loved more than life himself. First Asuka, now Ran.

He lay in bed, tossing and turning until the sun got up and it was way past time to get up normally. For half a year, they were happy here. Or, he thought they were happy. He certainly was. He had hoped to spend the rest of his life with Ran. Now his hope was shattered. His life felt like a staged drama. He sighed. Perhaps, it was best to stay here and never get up again. Nobody would miss him. As if on clue, the phone rang. Hastily he jumped up and raced to the kitchen.

"Ran?"

"Um, no it's Omi. Hi, Yohji."

"Oh. … Hallo."

"I wanted to ask if something is wrong, you both didn't show to your shift yesterday. And today Ran is late for his shift, too."

"He's gone." He felt new tears prick in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"He's gone, Omitchi. Took his things and went away."

"Oh." There was a long pause. "Did you two have a fight?"

"No. … No fight. He … he simple left."

"Oh."

"Look chibi. I won't come, too the next days. Please understand. I … I just can't."

"Okay. Okay. Do you need something; want to talk about it? Should I come over?"

"No. No, I'm fine. Not now. I just … I need a little time, please?"

"Sure, Yohji. You … can move in again. Your old room is still available. Just … come back to us."

"… maybe." He slowly placed the receiver back to the phone and sat heavily down on one of the kitchen chairs. Now, that the rush of a possible call from Ran was gone, he laughed sadly. Ran wouldn't call. If he had to say something, he would do so face to face and not cowardly over the phone. But it seems, Ran had nothing to say to him at all. He had left without a word.

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