Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Memories ❯ Pretty Kitty ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Yo, I'm back. The bunnies returned from vacation full force and this is one of three ideas that suddenly hit me one day when talking over MSN.

This is AU, sort of. It kinda doesn't happen anywhere, so just stick it wherever you want it in the Weiss Kreuz timeline. Taketori is dead and Weiss has disbanded. Tot is also dead, or gone, or something. I just don't like her. I'll write a death fic some time or something.

Anyways, Aya in this is Aya-chan, and Ran is, obviously, Aya-kun. Confused? Good!

WARNINGS: Death, depression, yaoi (m/m), insane Irishmen, Neko (the authoress)

PAIRINGS: Yohji + Schuldig, Yohji x Farfarello, Ran x Crawford, Omi + Nagi, Ken + Aya-chan

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of the characters mentioned here. If I did, this would actually happen in the series, rather than be printed here on the net.

"We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Hidaka Ken and Fujimiya Aya in holy matrimony." I can barely watch. I can already feel the beginnings of tears forming behind my eyes at the sight of two of my friends so happy. Aya-chan looks lovely in her beautiful, white dress; a vision of beauty, smiling happily at her husband-to-be, and my best friend, Ken. I always thought I knew Ken the best, we were so alike in so many ways, so it was a real surprise when he turned around and asked Aya-chan out. I don't think any of us had been expecting it, and Ran nearly hit the roof when she said yes. We had to physically restrain him while Ken and Aya-chan made a hasty exit before he could kill them both. I don't think I've ever seen him so angry. Though, that could be because he never found out that she had been seeing Naoe Nagi, of Schwarz, before hand. I don't think any of us would be alive now if he had.

"...kiss the bride." My head snapped up, and I realised that I had zoned out again. I was doing that a lot lately. Anyone would think that I was jealous. I suppose, in a way, that I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for Ken and Aya-chan, I really am. I don't want her for myself, or him, for that matter. It's more that I'm jealous of what they have, being together. Together they have something that I have never had, will never have. Together, they have happiness.

I suppose I should really start at the beginning, 'back where it all began', how cliché. Though, now that I think about it, I don't really know when it really began, so perhaps it's not all that cliché after all. I have been lusting after the Schwarz redhead for too long for me to remember when exactly it began. It wasn't when we first met, glaring at each other across the battlefield, though not yet riding into battle. Another cliché. We have been compared to 'the cavalry' enough times, normally by some American who doesn't know what the hell he's talking about and no, I don't mean Crawford. Smug bastard, sitting four rows in front of me in the church. He knows I'm watching him, I can see the slight turn of his head as he tries to see me out of the corner of his eye without drawing attention to himself. He can't do it, so he gives up. There are some bonuses to being a trained assassin; being able to hide in the most conspicuous of places, including the back row of a church.

The only reason Crawford is here is because he's Aya's...no, sorry, Ran's 'date'. I still make the mistake sometimes of calling him Aya, but I'm the only one who does. It's embarrassing at the best of times. It was another shock to the system when we discovered that Ran and Crawford were 'fucking'. I don't think they were in love, I still don't think that they are in love, it's just lust. But then, who am I to deny Ran any happiness he can get? It was really only Ken who reacted to the announcement. Omi just smiled knowingly and I was too far-gone in my depression to care. Ken went on and on at Ran about 'sleeping with the enemy', and Ran just took it. He's a much stronger person than I am, than I ever was. He continues to let Crawford fuck him on a regular basis, and I think he's beginning to get used to the pain.

Everyone begins to file out of the church after the bride and groom, passing me by, ignoring me. I can't really blame them; I barely know them any more. I only came because it was my duty as a friend to do so. But now it's over. This wedding was the only thing keeping me going, keeping me alive, and now it's over. Now what? I am still contemplating the future as I feel a presence next to me. I don't bother to move, don't bother to turn and look. Whoever it is will leave if I don't respond, right? Wrong. I feel them sit down on my left and a callused hand roughly grab my chin, pulling my face around to stare into a single, amber orb floating in a sea of pale perfection. Farfarello.

I was surprised, to say the least. Farfarello, the hater of all things to do with god, was sitting next to me in a church. It wouldn't have surprised me if he had done it on a park bench or even in the Koneko, but not here. Not in a house of god, or whatever Christians call it. I Don't think he was expecting a response from me, he never got one before, why start now? He definitely wasn't expecting me to burst into tears and latch onto him as though my life depended on it. And, perhaps, it did.

"Hush hush, little kitten. No more crying. Crying makes pretty kitty all red."

I don't know why, but Farfarello had taken to calling me 'pretty kitty' recently. He had also taken to speaking to me as though I was a child. I didn't mind though; at least he cared, which was more than I could say for the others. I got nothing from them, nothing! Not a 'what's wrong?' or a 'are you alright?', no. No one cares about poor, suicidal Yohji. Nobody, except an insane Irishman. Funny how the world works, huh?

A/N: So, what ya think?? The first chapter of my first ever Weiss Kreuz fic. Questions? Comments?? Suggestions??? Oh, and dun worry; Yohji's depression will all be explained soon. Or not, as the case may be. Ja ne!