Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Snippets of Daily Life ❯ Some say it happens to every man... ( Chapter 10 )

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A/N: So people it's been a while...and this just one just kinda sprung up out of nowhere, and I couldn't resist. So hope you enjoy, and as always I enjoy reviews/comments/criticisms, well actually I don't enjoy the last, but I'm open to it :S

 

Special thanks: KD, dimonyo and MikaSamu

 

Part XV

 

They say it happens at least once in every man's life. He had heard the whispered rumours but never expected them to be true.

 

He heard that when it happened to you, death would be preferable. That the pain made you want to die, but that this too shall pass.

 

He heard that other men were more than sympathetic to the cause.

 

They helped right you, and kept it their little secret...because they know that it can happen to them, at any time without warning.

 

They lied.

 

Oh, it did hurt and he wasn't too sure if the pain would end, but the sounds swirling around him were not the sounds of helpful advice, there were no hands trying to make the hurt go away. There was only pain and in the distance the sounds of loud guffaws.

 

If he could concentrate on the others, he would be sure to make them share his pain in some way. But at the moment there was only the feeling that life should have ended, and why oh why wouldn't the pain stop.

 

Finally, finally there were hands besides his, swatting his own away, making his body uncurl from the pain. Words were drifting near to his ears, trying to get him to do something, to concentrate, but how could he with the pain he felt.

 

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And then even greater pain. His world went white, and surely, he had died, someone must have been merciful and put him out of his misery.

 

But no he was still alive, and the pain was still there, and maybe a smidgen less intense.

 

And then the shock of cold. Very cold. In a place that should never have been exposed to such arctic temperatures, but in a way it was so very relieving that he did not protest, much, besides the odd glare.

 

And now the pain was receding and soon he would be able to unfurl from this corner, and maybe one day he'd have a normal life, where the memory of this pain would not haunt him.

 

Maybe...

 

 

“You alright there, Aya?”

 

Purple eyes glared hatefully at the cheery green ones.

 

“Oh, c'mon, it can't hurt that bad. And I helped you.”

 

The eyes hardened.

 

“Yeah, it may have taken me a little while to respond, but you know that if you were in my position you would have laughed too...”

 

If possible Yohji knew he'd be dead from the sheer hatred those eyes sent his way.

 

“Let's be fair, Ayan, you were trying to make such an impressive exit, all haughty and stuff, leaving me alone and cold in the bed, slipping on your pants without even a goodbye, and then you're rolling on the floor in agony. After the first initial shock, I had to laugh. Your exit was spoilt, and better yet you were your own undoing...”

 

Aya slowly freed one of his hands, trying to move without jarring any sensitive areas.

 

“Did you just give me the finger, Ayan? I thought you were above that.” Yohji snickered. “Aah, well. Live and learn. Anyway, I need to head out, I'll be late for working in the store, can't have that, can we?” A wink.

 

Yohji calmly stepped over the nearly corpse-still body of Aya. As the blonde reached the doorway of their bedroom, he looked over his shoulder spoke and left, “Ken-ken's gotten stuck in his zipper twice now that I know of.”

 

Aya managed a small smile, so it was possible to live after this...