Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Snippet #5: Ten Seconds ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is so not mine, dude. It belongs to Project Weiss. Far out. And I'm now going to stop talking like that, because I'm scaring myself.

Notes: Written for the Temps Mort random/obscure pairing challenge. Finished in 30 minutes.

Rating: PG

It's not the fall that kills you; it's the ground at the end.

Ken knows he is dying, in the same way he knows, vaguely, that it would take about 15 seconds for him to reach the pavement. He would scream, really, he would, but air resistance is a bitch on your nostrils.

Perhaps he would pass out before he falls face-first on the ground, driving his eyeballs to the back of his head. He can only hope.

Ten seconds.

It's not even his fault, in the end. His lover, he means. Ken knows that he knows love doesn't always work out in the end, but he also knows that there's always something in him that feels guilty for wanting to give up trying.

Wait. It doesn't make sense.

Nine seconds.

Yes, it does. Getting up at five every morning for soccer practice since you're eight does tend to leave a mark on your psyche, even after the prize crumbled in his hands.

Eight seconds.

Barca, he remembers, has training camps for kids with dreams of becoming the next big thing. He remembers wishing he lived in Brazil.

Seven seconds.

He doesn't want to die. Even if he deserves it. Getting involved with him -- what was he thinking? Obviously he wasn't thinking at all, but...

Six seconds.

It was good while it lasted, wasn't it? Actually, it wasn't, but Ken thinks there was something there that made it okay, somehow. Maybe because it was complicatedly uncomplicated.

Five seconds.

Sex isn't something he thought about a lot when he was in the J-League. Even a teenage boy would rather sleep than jack off after an entire weekend's training.

Four seconds.

There was a time, after Birman found him and his burns had healed, when he couldn't get enough of sex. Making up for lost time and lost hopes, and all the better when the sensitivity of his new-grown skin turned pleasure into pain.

Three seconds.

He still hopes that Schuldig would turn back and rescue him, and he's not about to think of the scorpion and the frog because it's such a

Oh.

Looks like his timing is off.

-owari-