Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Not As It Seems ❯ How...how could you? ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Not As It Seems

Chapter: How...how could you? 3/?

Author: Shime

Email: silentshimegami@gundamwing.net

Archive: Yes, fanfiction.net. Please ask for permission.

Warnings: shounen-ai, ANGST, mild lime, AT, OOC

Pairings: Youjix?, AyaxKen, KenxOmi

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimers: I do not own them.

Rating: R

Feedback: Feedback is appreciated. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Reviews:

Chibiukyou: o_o; I'm afraid your terrorizing the other readers who don't know our gay jokes that even I don't remember. That's okay though ^_^ Thanks for reviewing, and because of you, it's only a little bit of AyaxKen. That's right folks, go kill her. Or worship her. Whichever is more to your tastes. *hands you several video tapes* from when Omi came over and wouldn't come out of the room with Ken and Nagi. O.o

Deathwing: Well, I dunno. Maybe this chapter will have some answers for you. And what is with you people and Aya in black leather? I claim him!

Aphrael: Thank you for reviewing. Glad you like it so far. ^_^

Jin: *shakes head and smirks* I would never dare break Ken and Omi up. Or would I? *cackles and runs away*

Lauren: -.- Always forcing me to write. "Hurry! Write now!" Well here I am, writing. It's your entire fault. Bow down to her. *bows*

Jet Li: Sugoi! Arigato! You reviewed. Glad you like so far. ^.~

Tmelange: Glad you enjoyed it. ^_^

Dedicated: To everyone who read/beta'd/encouraged me on this fic. Because I couldn't just pick one of you. ^^

"talking"

thoughts

<POV change>

//the voice inside your head\\

-telepathy-

--scene change

Youji woke up. It was due to the movement of the body next to him. The night before came flying back to him, and he, literally, saw stars. Had he really...? With Aya...? He cracked open an eye to see Aya sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at nothing in particular.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Kuso! Shimatta! Shit. Damn. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Kuso. Why the hell me?! Youji found himself thinking, he groaned. His ass hurt. He pulled the covers over his head, he wanted sleep. He would deal with the redhead later.

Aya turned his head as he felt the covers being pulled over the other man's head. So Youji was awake. Someone had a lot of explaining to do. That person was trying to hide from a glare. "I know you are awake, Youji."

A voice cold as ice, basically making Youji freeze. The thoughts began again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Kuso. Shimatta. Shit. Damn. FUCK! Why me? Now or never. Youji peeked out from under the covers. "Er. Ohayo Aya!" He grinned.

//Cute, isn't he?\\ Aya's head asked.

Not you again.

//You never answered my question, isn't he cute?\\

No.

//Being the subconscious of someone as stubborn as you gives me a headache. You remember he said that he loved you last night, right? Or were you too caught up in the sex to notice.\\

I was drunk. He was drunk. He probably thought I was someone else.

//You mean Asuka? Hardly. He loved her. He got over it. Same as you and Knight, Ken and Yuriko, Omi and Ouka. [1] He loves you now. Ran.\\

"Why do you remind me of these things? Ran is no longer my name either." Aya whispered bitterly. Youji looked at him in a slightly dazed confused silence. Aya grabbed a towel [2] before wrapping it around his waist. He walked out of the room, as if Youji weren't even there.

Youji blinked. "At least I'm not dead, and I don't have a bruise. I wouldn't want people asking questions, na no da. Demo. What was he talking about anyway?" Youji stood up and stretched.

--

Omi decided he didn't want to get up. Momoe [3] would open. He wanted to cuddle some more. Ken was nice and warm, and he felt safe in the embrace. "Momoe will open." Omi murmured, before burying his head in Ken's chest. Ken smiled contently, he could get used to this. But he was hungry.

He untangled himself from the embrace, receiving a questioning look from his boyfriend. "I'm hungry." He said, quite sheepishly. Omi simply nodded, before grabbing the black tank top thrown at him. After he got his arms and head through the right holes, his mouth was devoured by Ken.

Ken couldn't help himself. Omi was so cute and sexy at the same time. How that was accomplished, he did not know. He just knew that it was very true. He looked cute in the too-big tank top, and he looked sexy with his frazzled hair. Yup, Ken couldn't contain himself. He just about jumped the boy right there.

Omi groaned in satisfaction. Ken's mouth was warm, just as always. He felt the older boy cling to him, and the kiss became desperate. Tongues danced and their minds were hazed with a temporary bliss.

Ken stopped ravishing the other boy's mouth, panting slightly from the lack of air. Omi whimpered.

Omi felt wet lips faintly on his ear, and the warm breath as his boyfriend murmured, "Later." Ken got up, before laughing at the flustered boy and leaving the room.

"Ken! You bastard!"

--

Youji smiled faintly, but felt a flicker of jealously inside as he heard Ken and Omi. They made such a perfect couple. He wanted that, he wanted that with...Aya. He realized now, that he had fallen head over heels in love with a statue.

He towel-dried his hair and chuckled bitterly. Life always seemed to work that way, working against you. He pulled on his red tank top and a pair of tight black jeans. He just wanted to bum around the house today, be a lazy ass.

Youji found his way into the kitchen; he picked up a piece of toast before blinking. W-where was the table? Ah, screw it.

"Coffee." He said to no one in particular. Yes, he had taken a cold shower. But, a man needed his coffee. It got him through the day.

"Youji-kun, are you okay?" Omi asked, concerned. A mug of coffee was handed to him. "You seemed okay, last night. Ken and I-heard you." The boy blushed.

He chewed on the toast, thoughtfully. "Where are the aspirins? I need the whole bottle."

"Youji-kun~! Don't say stuff like that! Last night wasn't so bad was it?"

"Yes. I'm tired. I have a hangover. Yesterday-" He looked over to the doorway, where a redheaded figure stood. "Ah, I don't want to talk about it." He watched as his comrade raised a delicate red eyebrow. "Aren't you here to kill me, Aya?" Youji was suddenly very pissed.

The redhead brushed him off as if nothing had happened. Something had happened, it bothered Youji that Aya had nothing to say about it. How could you have nothing to say about it? Couldn't he be disgusted? Couldn't he say something?

Oh yes, Youji was *very* pissed.

Aya looked at Youji. "What are you talking about?"

Youji exploded. "What the FUCK do you mean, `what are you talking about'? Dammit, Aya! Last night! Our fucking hangovers! You *fucked* me and you have nothing to say?"

Aya continued to stare at him. His eyes narrowed into a glare. It was unnerving. "Why do you care? Why does it matter, Youji? You are the one who fucks every single thing that moves, and you expect me to have something to say? It's not like you care, ne? It's not like you're going to be with me forever. Dammit Youji..." The redhead trailed off.

Moments of silence passed. Omi seemed to be deep in thought, analyzing the scene before him. Youji was thinking of something to say. Aya-Aya was looking for his mug. Then, Ken walked into the room.

"Ohayo!" No one answered him. The chocolate-haired man blinked. "Does my breath stink? Do I stink? What did I do? Um, Aya? Where are you going? Momoe is opening..."

Omi yanked on Ken's arm. "Ken-kun~!" His eyes darted nervously towards Youji, who was glaring at the table, and then to the doorway where they had last seen Aya. Ken nodded in understanding.

Youji looked up from his glaring, and laughed. It was haunting, cold, something they would have expected out of Aya. No, it was coming from the mouth of Youji, the playboy. "You know that he is right." The blonde man said softly. "I don't care." The playboy smirked suddenly. "I have a date, don't expect me back for a bit, and ahh, if I do stay outta my room." He winked before grabbing his keys, and walking out the back door.

"Youji-kun..." Omi looked up at his koi. "Opposites attract, ne?" Ken didn't say anything.

--

Kaori awoke to the sound of her doorbell being rang repeatedly. She yawned. It was noon, she had gotten two hours of sleep. Great. Whoever it was, was going to get shouted at.

She yanked open the door to find Schuldich standing there, his arm around his boyfriend. "What the fuck do you want now?"

"PMSing, my dear?" Schuldich asked, smirking.

"If I am, it's because I've been around you too much. Now what do you want?"

Nagi glared at his lover, silently telling him to shut up. "We want the information you got out of the Weiß database this morning." His voice quiet, yet demanding.

"Hai, hai." She led them to her computer, before piling various photos and drawings neatly in a corner of the desk. A lone photo fell to the ground.

A slightly younger Kaori, around the age of 15 had light brown hair. Dark brown eyes seemed somehow wider, and happier, a light twinkling in them somewhere. This Kaori was also being given a piggy-back ride from a boy about the same age. His hair was the color of a raven, and his green eyes glowed hauntingly. They were both smiling. Nagi picked up the photo, before allowing Schuldich to see it, one eyebrow raised in question.

Kaori looked over at them, her eyes widened and she snatched the picture away, laying it face down on the top of the pile. She sat down at the computer, before typing a few things. A screen came up, holding the information she had gathered from the database. She hit the print button, and the low buzz of her printer was heard.

"He's dead." She said, shunning away the silence that had consumed them for the past few moments. "You know I am from America, right? He was my...friend. He came to Tokyo. He was supposed to come back after two weeks. It seems he didn't. I came to Japan a year after as an exchange student. I had always wanted to see Japan, and I wanted to find him. I found out that he was killed by Weiß. I chose this path of life, in hopes of being able to kill them, or get vengeance for what they did to him. This whole time, I've been searching for him, only to find out that he's dead." She lowered here eyes and whispered, "I never got to tell him..."

Silence consumed them again; the printer had stopped moments before. Schuldich picked up the papers. "We would also like to tell you that Esset wants to take care of Weiß themselves. You are to lure them to the HQ."

Kaori looked up, eyes burning with an eerie fiery glow. "I am a hit man, an assassin, I am a murderer. I am not a common kidnapper, nor am I just a girl. I do not babysit. However, if those are orders, I will take them. I'm not going to quit, it would be stupid, especially for this kind of money. Why did you need the papers? Can't you hack in yourself?"

"We were going to, except you had done it already. So we decided to take the information from you." Schuldich said, a smirk gracing his lips.

Kaori grabbed at the papers. "In that case, I will take them back. You have to learn to not be a lazy ass." She closed her eyes, and lifting one arm into the hair, was able to produce a fire that emitted from the tip of her index finger. She got out of her chair, and walked over to Schuldich. The fire tripled in size, and it covered the palm of her hand. She snatched the papers and watched them burn, and fall to the ground in ash. "It's been a long time since I tried that. I'm getting a little rusty. Goodbye." She ushered them out of her apartment, before picking up the picture from the pile.

Another fire emitted from her index finger, and she allowed it to burn, until that too, was ashes. "Kenji, I promised myself that I would not forget you. But, it seems to continue life, I will have to. I should have forgotten you three years ago. I couldn't." She was talking to no one in particular, and her voice was a whisper. "I couldn't because I loved you, and I can't because I love you. What...what is this emotion that I am feeling again? I haven't felt it for three years...I haven't felt it since the last time I saw you. So why is it coming back now? Tell me."

TBC...

[1] Creative license.

[2] How convenient is that?

[3] Blame Chibs for misspellings.

A/N: Sorry about how long it took, folks. However, I have school starting soon (Sept. 5), and I have to be nice to my mother. Why? Two words. Anime convention. October 11-13. Seacaucus, NJ. AnimeNext. www.animenext.org. Omi's English V/A is going to be there (and I recently found out he was at shoujocon too, which is also in NJ X_X). Anyway, so yup. That and I'm real busy. So, if any of you people are going to be there, tell me!

As weird as it may seem, I *kinda* (hah) have a life. Therefore, I can't dedicate all my time to writing. Reading comes first. *sweatdrop* What do you expect? I can't write that well, so I go and read. ^^; That, and my parents...just stuff, na no da? Gomen ne.