Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Masato Takahashi ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss or any of the characters

 

Pairing: Aya x Ken (hinted - almost - well - anyway)

 

Part 1/3

 

Warnings: hm… good question … don't know …

sap? … don't know!

Lime? … well, I doubt, whether one can call it that or not …!

Romance? … matter of opinon ;)

 

Enjoy!

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It was quiet in the house. Only the weak light of the kitchen shimmered into the living room and was supported by the glow of the moon. A soft sigh could be heard when a glass was placed on the small table before the TV. Ken leant back and closed his eyes for a moment. Normally he hated such moments, moments like this, in which he was completely alone, in which he could hear nothing more than his own heartbeat. With a renewed sigh, he opened his eyes, reached for the bottle, which was placed next to him, and refilled his glass.

 

It was short to midnight and he was alone. An hour ago Ken already had given up to find something meaningfully - or in his present mood something mindless - on TV. Instead, he had snatched up the bottle of Whiskeys, which he found in the bar and sought distraction in it. Since that, he sat on the ground and brooded. The bottle was hardly touched. As much, as he tried to numb his senses with this Irish stuff, he couldn't.

 

He was no drinker and strongly doubted, that he could ever become one. Sure, he occasionally enjoyed a good beer, a whiskey, cocktail, whatever, but alcohol was and will always remain a red rag for him. Ken screwed down the cap of the bottle, placed it again next to him on the ground and leaned his head back on the sofa.

 

"Team!" he hissed, lost in his thoughts, before he set up again and took a sip of his glass. What did the word `team' mean? What did the word team mean for him? For Yoji? For Omi? For … Aya? Ken released a derogatory breath through his nose, when he thought about the word.

 

For Ken the word 'team' always meant strength, honesty, trust … like back in the J-League, when he still was a goalkeeper, when he still could do, what he loved, surrounded by like-minded people, who understood him, who trusted him, whom HE trusted, until … yes until … Kase …! But that was an old story. Ken still thought of Kase, of the time, they spent together. Untroubled time. And of Kase's betrayal … of the pain, that inevitably followed the betrayal of his best friend, left behind an empty dark place in Ken. But that was the past, nothing he could change. It was hart for Ken to live with this betrayal, with the murder of his once best friend, but … life goes on. If there had been something he could learn from, then that, that trust was some valuable commodity, that he had to deal with his trust carefully. Something he always kept at the back of his mind and confronted others more sceptically ever since.

 

But not Weiß. Sure he knew Kase almost his whole life, Weiß on the other hand only three years. Well, he knew Omi for so long, Yoji somewhat more shortly, and Aya … he knew Aya now for somewhat over a year, nevertheless he would go through fire and water for them, would risk his own life for them. He was sure, that they were worth it, that he hadn't invested his trust incorrectly in them. Yet how did it look the other way round? He knew Omi longest. Omi was always there for him, from the beginning, supported him, when he couldn't stand it any longer, when the reality, in which he lived, overtook him. God, they were both so young. So innocent, nevertheless …! Omi always carried a smile on his face and his large blue eyes held nothing, but honesty and love for him. He adored Omi for his friendship he brought towards him and for his immortal optimism, that was unshakeable even in the gloomiest moments. At least it seemed so, cause Omi's eyes could never completely conceal the dolour and the terrible moments, which they had seen in their young life. Omi was friendly and helpful, towards everyone, but for Weiß he would give his life. For each of Weiß, even for Aya.

 

Yoji was a strange human race. Yoji was the Playboy of the members of Weiß. He flirted with everyone, who had a skirt and wasn't on a tree on the count of three. Who got to know Yoji saw the cheerful, jaunty, sexy Kudou Yoji, who could, with a single view of his green eyes and his sunglasses, which seemed to be adnated in the mean time, seduce everyone between legal and decay. Of course Yoji preferred legal and decay was always out of question, nevertheless a view, a smile of Kudou Yoji sufficed to melt everyone's heart. Let it be feminine, or male. However, that was the way the outside world knew Yoji, or got to know him. The true Kudou Yoji was anything but a Playboy. He was a man, who had lost everything near and dear, who had given up life, who had been waiting for fate to put paid to his miserable life … until Weiß came.

 

It was a camouflage, a farce he kept up in order to escape his own bitter reality. Sometimes it seemed, as if he would succeed, as if he tried to see for himself, that life was all right, that life was a big game, brimmed with fun, sex and alcohol. But it wasn't and Ken knew that. Yoji suffered, every day, every day, since Ken knew him. Men do the strangest things to forget, to make the past really past and Yoji's way was … well … Yoji's way. He desperately clinged to his image, an image outsiders never seemed to question, an image, which should convince him, that the world was all right. As open, as Yoji seemed to be, as much, as he tried to convince Ken and the rest of Weiß, he has everything under control, … they knew it. They knew it all. At least Omi and Ken did. Whether Aya knew it, or not, was another thing.

 

What did Aya know? What did they know about Aya? Aya was well the most peculiar among the Weiß-Assassins. Aya didn't speak much, whereby not much was relative. Of course Aya spoke. 'Hn' 'Aa' 'Shi-Ne' and the longest sentence in Fujimiya Aya's life was probably 'If you are not buying anything, get out!' Now well, that was exaggerated. Of course Aya spoke, otherwise all of Weiß would already have started an unscheduled, never to be pursued mission in the matter of `Deny Fujimiya Aya his tomorrow'. How they - however - could plausible convince Kritiker of their ignorance concerning the whereabouts of the Weiß-Leaders, was another thing, non of the rest of Weiß had yet thought about seriously. Well, omit seriously, but nevertheless … everyone of Weiß would stop short of doing this. They cared for him. All of them cared for him. He may be a pigheaded, cold-hearted, arrogant bastard, he was their bastard. They liked him nevertheless. Well, he was by all means a nice-looking bastard. A damned nice-looking bastard.

 

Of course Aya spoke, not much, at least nothing concerning his person. He spoke with them about the missions, about occurring thing concerning the flowers shop and occasionally Small-Talk concerning the simple Weiß-life. Occasionally he spoke with all remaining Weiß-members about this and that. God, he even talked once with Ken about soccer. Nevertheless, Aya never really spoke. Not in the sense, as Omi, Yoji, or Ken did. God, Ken knew so much about Omi and Yoji, even about Aya, but everything he knew about Aya, the silent leader had never told him himself. Things, he found out by accident. What did this reveal about Aya's attitude towards Weiß? Towards his Team, `cause that was, what they were! They had to count on each another, had to trust each another, that was after all the definition of `team'. But Aya shut himself off, relinquished nothing, what could cave in his arrogant, cold shell. A mask, a farce, like each of Weiß carried or lived. Even Ken.

 

Ken himself was hardly better. He knew it, nevertheless he was more Omi and Yoji, than Aya. Even he had his mask, which he only took off at night, when he was alone in his room, like each of Weiß. Ken was cheerful, laughed mostly and was friendly, helpful and credulous. Ken loved children, loved the life as a Florist, loved his team members, with all their anxieties, quirks and peculiarity. Ken was pigheaded, hot-headed and passionate in everything he did. Ken made no half things. If he was furious, he was, if he was happy, he was, if he was depressed and sad, he was … not only half, but 100 per cent. A thing he never was able to conceal. Nevertheless he had learned to conceal his deepest anxieties and thoughts behind a mask. His mask was his smile. He smiled. Often. It was like a compulsion, whenever something went wrong, whenever someone in his team, in his family, was depressed or sad … he smiled, no matter how he felt. When Ken thought, that his own well-being, his own feelings were not so important, than that of the others, he smiled. He couldn't live with it, to know, that those, who meant so much to him, suffered. Of course his mask wasn't able to conceal everything. Ken was certain that his team members, his friends, knew, that sometimes his smile was only attached, that he sometimes seemed to get lost behind that smile.

 

Again Ken took a sip of his whiskey and sighed. There he sat now, however, in the dark of the Weiß-house and brooded over his team members. Why? A good question. Why? He dare say it was the last mission, that mission which showed him the bitter truth quite plainly. A mission, which ended hardly twenty hours ago. A positive end for Weiß and Kritiker, nevertheless it left a knot in Ken's chest, he wasn't able to swallow.

 

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Weiß's had to eliminate the heart of a dubious company. A charitable establishment, which collected money for the aids and cancer research under false pretences. Instead of it, it gathered homeless and orphaned children of the streets of Japan in order to carry out tests at them for a new designer drug. Masato Takahashi was a member of the government, for the police unimpeachable and the heart of this company. Masato Takahashi had to die.

 

The mission went according to plan. Yoji and Ken were instructed to look after the guards while Aya should attend to the target. Omi kept an eye on everything over his laptop and coordinated the rest of Weiß. It seemed to be a smooth mission. Yoji and Ken had knocked out the guards and waited at the arranged point for Aya, but he didn't come. The time passed and Ken became more and more fidgety. Again and again he activated his Bugnuks while he observed the house with stifled eyes. If they hadn't been still on mission, Yoji would have probably snatched the Bugnuks away from him. Omi's concerned voice over the Com let went them in action.

 

"Uhm, guys, Abyssinian doesn't report! I don't know, what's the matter! He hasn't moved from his position! He is still in the house!"

 

"We are on the way, Bombay!" How Yoji was able to remain so calm, was a mystery to Ken, nevertheless, they ran without changing an other word, back to the estate. They paused in front of the room on the first floor, in which Aya still was. Ken's heart rushed. It was a rush that hardly let one breathe, one, that hurt it in the throat. A short view to Yoji sufficed and Ken kicked in the door, ready to send everyone, who wasn't Aya, into happy hunting ground, but what he saw, let him freeze.

 

Aya was on his knees, his Katana next to him on the ground and he saw, with icy look, up to that man, he had to eliminate. The barrel of a gun pressed hard against Aya's forehead. A satanic smile graced Masato Takahashi's lips, as he pulled the trigger.

 

"IIIIIIEEEE!" Ken jumped forward, the sharp blades of his Bugnuks extended, his eyes frantically. Blood splattered toward him and covered his face. A frightened gurgle could be heard, as the target slumped to the ground, covered in his own blood.

 

"Bastard!" Ken didn't know, what he should think in this moment, what he should do, as he heard the deep, calm voice of his leader. He just stood there, with disbelieving eyes and stared at Aya, who pulled his Katana out of the victim's body and fell back exhausted. He sat on his heels, closed eyes and breathed deeply. Ken still wasn't able to completely understand what had happened.

 

„A-Aya…?“
"Mission fulfilled! Let's get out of here!" with a fluent movement Aya wiped off his Katana at the shirt of the victim, as he stood and left the room.

 

„Ay…!" Ken swallowed, when he gazed after Yoji and Aya, as they left the room. If his heart had rushed earlier, as there were no tomorrow, it now beat so slowly, Ken feared it would fail. Slowly the events, that had happened here, seeped into his brain.

 

"K'so!" Ken snarled, as he nervously brushed his bangs out of his face. Jam. How often did something like that happen? The probability that a gun failed, was so slight … slighter than … "Oh Shit!" Ken's hands trembled, as he turned away from the victim and also left the room.

 

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Each of them had his own way to deal with the course of a mission. It's not, as if a mission always gnaw on them, because that was their life. Everyone knew how to deal with it. Like an office job … clock out, no longer think of it, until the next time. Usually it worked exactly that way, but sometimes, sometimes … like this mission …

 

Omi was with a schoolmate, God knows, what they were up to, study, party, … however Omi was old enough. Yoji was as always out and about, celebrate, flirt, brood, drink, … who knew hundred per cent what he really did. And Aya was … well, Ken knew where Aya was. He was always there, whenever he could. Aya … Ken recalled why he was sitting here in the living room, with a bottle of whiskey. The mission. The fact, that Masato Takahashi pulled the trigger, the fear to lose Aya, to witness, as he got shoot dead in front of his team members eyes, his friends, his family … That fact let Ken's heart almost stop.

 

What should he say? What should he tell? What should he remember? What would he remember? Who was Aya? Would she understand?

 

Again Ken made a sip of his glass and sighed. With tired eyes he stared at the closet in front of him, no particular point, nothing, simply only stare, lost in his thoughts. The clicking of a lock could be heard, as the back door of the house slid close. Soft footsteps could be heard, the rustling of a coat, again footsteps, then silence.

 

"What are you doing here in the dark?"

Yes, what did he do here? Ken refilled his glass, replaced the bottle again next to him on the ground, but didn't bother to screw down the bottle this time.

 

“Thinking!"
"Hn!"
"…"
"…… about what?"
"The love life of the earthworms!"
"Discovered something new?"
"Nah!"
"Go to sleep, Ken!"
"…hm!"
"Goodnight!"
"Aya?"
"…"
For the first time since Aya had entered the house, Ken looked up and peeked over the brim of his glass.
"Sit by me, Aya!"
"Go to sleep, Ken!"
"Aya … please … sit down!"
"Ken?"
“Do it! Only once, please, do what I ask you!"

 

A wearily sigh could be heard, as Aya turned away from the stairway and stepped through the kitchen into the living room. He didn't know, why he was doing this, why he didn't go upstairs to his room, why he didn't leave Ken behind in the darkness. Was it Ken's plea? A plea, which was so atypical for the brunette.

 

"Ken?"
"Take a glass along!"
Aya slowed down and tilted his head. For a moment he stared into Ken's eyes, tried to find a sense behind the otherwise so cheerful brunettes. With an elegant movement he turned to the closet, took a glass out of the shelf and continued his way into the living room.

"Here!" Ken tapped with his right hand on the place next to him on the ground, observed Aya as he waked unsure around the small table.

 

"Ken?"
"What?"
Aya glanced at the bottle of whiskey, that was placed next to Ken on the ground. One-third of the bottle was already missing. A questioning look wandered to the bar. //Good! Nothing else is missing! // Aya noticed. He knew his teammate well enough, to know that drinking was non of his hobbies.

 

"Ken, everything all right?"
"Of course!"
"Well then, what am I doing here?”
"Plonk yourself down!”
Slowly Aya drooped onto the sofa and sat back. Ken reached for the bottle and filled the glass, which Aya had placed on the table.

 

"Kanpai!"
"…Kanpai!" hesitantly Aya took the glass and sniffed at the whisky. He watched, how Ken made a good gulp and placed the glass back on the table. He wondered, what's gotten into his teammate, that he sat here in the dark and tried to get drunk, all by himself. That was something he didn't expect of Ken. Ken was not the type of person, who simply got drunk, who simply let himself go, at least not, what concerned alcohol. Ken was cheerful, clumsy, honest and had always a smile on his face. Carefully Aya sipped at his glass and put it down again.

 

"Ken?"
"Hey, I know, who I am, you know, who I am, so, there is no reason to overuse my name!"
"O-kay?!"
Ken smiled wry, as he turned to Aya.

"Non the less … K e n … What's the matter?” lost in thoughts Ken swayed his glass in the hand and watched, how the whiskey pulled its orbit. He had asked Aya to join him, to keep him company. Why? Yes, why? He wanted to talk. With Aya. With the man, he hardly knew, who he nearly had lost yesterday. For good. Aya ?

 

What should he say? What should he tell? What should he remember? What would he remember? Who was Aya? Would she understand?

 

“I want to talk!"
"What about?"
"About … the mission … about yesterday … about Weiß … about me … about Yoji … and Omi … about you …!"
"What's there to talk about?"
"More, than you think!" he mumbled, while he let his glass sink into his lap. "More, than you think!" slowly Ken looked up and glanced into his teammates eyes. They say, the eyes are the windows of the soul. Aren't they?
"Doesn't it scare you?"
"What?"
"To die! Just like that! To stop to exist! To just depart this world, without …!" Ken interrupted, but didn't avoid his leaders eyes.

 

"Where have you been, Aya?"
"It's non of your business!"
"Well, I think it is! Where have you been, Aya?"
Aya squeezed his lips when he tried to keep his calm. He wasn't willing to sit here any longer with an apparently tipsy Ken and talk about things, that were nobody's business, nobody's, except his.
"Out!"
"You don't go out, Aya, never, why now?"
"…"
"Where have you been?"
Aya's eyes narrowed dangerously, when he slowly rose from the sofa.
"I'm going to bed! And you should too! Goodnight, Ken!"
"You could have died yesterday, Aya!"
"Not only yesterday!" the tired, hardly audible voice could be heard when Aya turned his back on Ken.

"What should I say?"
"…"
"What should I tell?"
"Go to sleep, Ken!"
"What, Aya?"
"Goodnight!"
"Talk to me! Damned, TALK TO ME, RAN!"

 

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