Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight Youji ❯ six ( Chapter 5 )

Twilight Youji 6a/?

By Nix Winter

Disclaimer: I still don't own WK.. and I'm pretty sure the original creators did not turn Youji into a wraith or an angel.. but I think he's sexy with big black wings…

Twilight Youji

Aya saw it. He did. It could replay in his mind, even as he watched the first time. Time was sort of folded in on itself, like the last seconds of a car wreck, when you know you're going to hit, the breaks are on, but the truck in front of you is still coming closer.

He was on the lightrail train, in one of the most crowded cars. There were so many people, laughing, and there was a girl who reminded him of Aya-chan. Of course, half of Tokyo reminded him of Aya-chan. It was a joke between he and Youji, that Youji couldn't date any girl that looked like Aya-chan. They all looked like Aya-chan.

Aya had the attention of his target. The man was large, taller than Youji and built wide and thick like an American body builder. He was the kind of man who, if he got his hands on Aya, he'd bend him in half. Aya remembered thinking that missions were supposed to happen at night, when no one was looking. He didn't know if he could kill a man in front of the dozen Aya-chan clones now watching him.

The man had smirked at him, smirked at him as if they both knew, which they did. Death was on the train today. Death was going claw the lives of these people just on their way here or there, it was going to gouge them today. Aya had a custom modified three shot derringer. One did not bring a katana into a crowded train. None of them had had a better pistol with forty-five minutes to target. Pistols weren't sporting, but then neither were bio-toxins that would kill the whole train and hundreds, thousands more, if they opened the doors.

He, the muscle built man, held up a white grenade, blue spray nozzles on both ends. He smiled. Aya pointed his little pistol. The man laughed.

Time had started folding then. The people beyond the laughing man shimmered and the space ripped as if it were only a movie screen. Aya saw what he saw. He did. Youji strode through that rip in the environment of the train. Kudou Youji could move like no one else Aya had ever known, a blond lion, to lazy to be a graceful panther, too honorable to be a hyena, but golden blond danger in the form of a French-Japanese with green eyes and comfortable blond curls. He wore black leather pants, so tight he might have just come from a club, a dark blue crop top that looked like something he'd paid a hundred dollars for only to have it look like he'd cut it off at home. Bare arms, muscles flexing, and that tattoo of his, he passed right by a group of girls that were frozen in time, laughter hanging silently as he passed. Time seemed to hold Aya differently than everyone else. Even the target stood there, his mouth open as his fingers reached to trigger his deadly toy.

Youji reached for the man. He had no weapon, just his arm, reaching out graceful as if he were going to tag a branch as he walked by. Aya noted the new mark on Youji's forearm. It was a fleur de lis, rainbow colored like no tattoo Aya had ever seen with a shimmering gray infinity symbol tracing a figure eight around the edges of the symbol. The whole thing flared as Youji's fingers touched the man, flared with a red muddy light. Light washed Youji, making his green eyes glow unnaturally, but vivid, beautiful. His hair lifted up, rising with static and caged energy.

The man Aya had been about to shoot fell, dropping to his knees in a slow motion transition from Youji and Aya's time plane to that of the girls who still hadn't blinked.

Then Youji saw him. Their eyes locked. Aya had known Youji for months, so long he couldn't actually measure it now, looking into those green eyes, he felt like he'd known him forever, through lives and lives lived and gone. Youji smiled, that glittering smile Aya had seen once at a club, when killing was far away and Youji had been trying to get Aya to dance. Men didn't dance with men, that's what Aya had said. That had been that. Only now, that smile made his heart beat on a different plane.

Panic quickly followed. Aya remembered holding Youji in his arms, a bleeding, dying Youji. Wraith. Youji was dead. Aya felt tears. Tears were something he'd not had since Aya-chan. Youji blew him a kiss, moving in slow motion, as if he were changing time planes. Aya had no idea what was happening, how to explain what he saw and he'd completely forgotten the part about anyone who touched Youji died.

Youji fell backwards, his hair fanning forward around his face, the world melting around him as he went, as if everything were just water. Reality was just a pool for Youji to swim in. When you're falling, dive. Aya leapt arms out. Youji had the good nature to look surprised before Aya landed on him and they both fell.

It was the cool electric feel to Youji's skin that reminded Aya he had likely just committed suicide. "Your eyes are like emeralds," Aya said, finding poetry perfectly acceptable for the dying. Then he pushed up, his feet against Youji's, lifting himself so he could reach Youji's mouth and he kissed him. Just lips to lips, surprised green being watched by determined, stubborn violet, and then Aya pushed his tongue forward into the cool snapping electric of Youji's mouth. If Youji's touch would steal his soul, he'd give it, because without Youji, he had no soul anyway.