Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Other One ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: BreyNess 
The ending before the beginning...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.08.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 713 | Visits: 778 | Status: Work In Progress
The ending before the beginning...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.08.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 713 | Visits: 778 | Status: Work In Progress
Discalimer : I do not own Weiss Kreuz and its related characters. I will never claim to own Weiss Kreuz and its related characters. My stories are done solely for entertainment purposes. No profit will be made.
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It was one of those scenes where no one moved. Where no one made a sound. Like time was frozen, stuck in that moment of ultimate shock and pain. The only noise was the ticking of a clock, which was positioned on the other side of the house; the rhythm of ticks and tocks louder than normal.
Ran was the first one to move. His black trench coat swished as he turned around and walked out of the room. Yohji and Ken were left to stare at Omi's dead body, their eyes still wide from the intial surprise of the image. Why would any want to kill Omi? He had never done any wrong to another human. Unless, of course, you counted the numerous targets, all of which had fallen during missions. But there was no possible way the friend of a past target could come back to hurt the blond. No way at all.
The silence stretched again. Regaining its importance after Ran's rude exit. And the ticking of the clock once again heightened, causing more disturbance than any clock had a right to.
Finally, Ken himself turned. He would follow Ran and they would talk. Thay would talk of leaving Weiss, of leaving any regrets behind, to die along with Omi's ghost. It was the best thing for them. And Ran, he would confess to the heartbreak he forced the blond though, of his gross use of the youngest assassin, which, inevitably, had led to the boy's death. There would be tears. And fighting. There would be a long battle before the wrongs righted themselves and the two could be truly happy. Omi would never get that happiness.
Yohji turned his head as the door slammed shut. He was alone witht he body. Stuck in a room so choked up with death that he felt contaminated by it. It was almost enough to make him vomit, spilling his contents over the gray floors, the gray walls. The gray body.
Everything in the room seemed gray. As if all the color had disappeared, never to return to this room. Never to return to Omi.
His long fingers slid into his pocket and extracted a pack of cigerettes. He withdrew one, placed it in his mouth and lifted a lighter to the end, lighting the stick with practiced ease. Yohji had hoped that the sweet taste of nicotine would make him feel better. It didn't. And, sad to say, he had a worrying belief that nothing would ever make him feel better again. Omi, his secret love, was dead. Which meant that he woulder never get the chance to tell the younger boy that he loved him, that he couldn't stop thinking about him. The worst part was knowing that Ran and Ken were probably going to have some crappy happily-ever-after ending.
"Damn, "He hissed as a string of smoke escape his mouth. Yohji didn't want them to have a happy ending. They didn't deserve it. Ran had taken poor love starved Omi, used him for sex, and had dumped him the second Ken was available. Leaving a poor little kid to deal with heartbreak. It had taken his strong sense of self-control to keep from telling Ken, to keep the redhead and the brunette from falling in love with each other. But Ken didn't deserve to be miserable just because of Ran's mistakes. Did he?
Ashes hit the floor. The crumbles of a burning cigerette. The tall blond smashed them out with his shoe before he walked over to the window. The glass broke as he slammed it open, little shards of it sprinkling across the room and against his skin. At least the corpse wasn't hurt. He tossed the cigerette out, green eyes watching it glide straight for a second before falling to the groung below like a missle.
That's when Yohji finally started crying.
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Ummm. *Dies*
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It was one of those scenes where no one moved. Where no one made a sound. Like time was frozen, stuck in that moment of ultimate shock and pain. The only noise was the ticking of a clock, which was positioned on the other side of the house; the rhythm of ticks and tocks louder than normal.
Ran was the first one to move. His black trench coat swished as he turned around and walked out of the room. Yohji and Ken were left to stare at Omi's dead body, their eyes still wide from the intial surprise of the image. Why would any want to kill Omi? He had never done any wrong to another human. Unless, of course, you counted the numerous targets, all of which had fallen during missions. But there was no possible way the friend of a past target could come back to hurt the blond. No way at all.
The silence stretched again. Regaining its importance after Ran's rude exit. And the ticking of the clock once again heightened, causing more disturbance than any clock had a right to.
Finally, Ken himself turned. He would follow Ran and they would talk. Thay would talk of leaving Weiss, of leaving any regrets behind, to die along with Omi's ghost. It was the best thing for them. And Ran, he would confess to the heartbreak he forced the blond though, of his gross use of the youngest assassin, which, inevitably, had led to the boy's death. There would be tears. And fighting. There would be a long battle before the wrongs righted themselves and the two could be truly happy. Omi would never get that happiness.
Yohji turned his head as the door slammed shut. He was alone witht he body. Stuck in a room so choked up with death that he felt contaminated by it. It was almost enough to make him vomit, spilling his contents over the gray floors, the gray walls. The gray body.
Everything in the room seemed gray. As if all the color had disappeared, never to return to this room. Never to return to Omi.
His long fingers slid into his pocket and extracted a pack of cigerettes. He withdrew one, placed it in his mouth and lifted a lighter to the end, lighting the stick with practiced ease. Yohji had hoped that the sweet taste of nicotine would make him feel better. It didn't. And, sad to say, he had a worrying belief that nothing would ever make him feel better again. Omi, his secret love, was dead. Which meant that he woulder never get the chance to tell the younger boy that he loved him, that he couldn't stop thinking about him. The worst part was knowing that Ran and Ken were probably going to have some crappy happily-ever-after ending.
"Damn, "He hissed as a string of smoke escape his mouth. Yohji didn't want them to have a happy ending. They didn't deserve it. Ran had taken poor love starved Omi, used him for sex, and had dumped him the second Ken was available. Leaving a poor little kid to deal with heartbreak. It had taken his strong sense of self-control to keep from telling Ken, to keep the redhead and the brunette from falling in love with each other. But Ken didn't deserve to be miserable just because of Ran's mistakes. Did he?
Ashes hit the floor. The crumbles of a burning cigerette. The tall blond smashed them out with his shoe before he walked over to the window. The glass broke as he slammed it open, little shards of it sprinkling across the room and against his skin. At least the corpse wasn't hurt. He tossed the cigerette out, green eyes watching it glide straight for a second before falling to the groung below like a missle.
That's when Yohji finally started crying.
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Ummm. *Dies*