Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You'd Think ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz and anything associated with it does not belong to me. (If only it did, though.)

You'd think

You'd think I'd know not to expect anything from you.

"Nah… can't be bothered. See ya later."

But when later came, it was in a miasma of smoke and dark-ringed eyes. And the smell; the rancid scent of sweat and perfume and someone else.

"Why'd you stay up? Miss me already?"

And you wonder why I'm so cold.

***

You'd think I would have found someone by now.

"Love you. Love only you."

And the flashes of prescient; a barrier of images, that twist and turn and -

Walking in on a scene from nightmare, all tangled sheets and skin. And you, smirking up at me and stretching, in that way that leaves nothing to the imagination. Possession; oh yes. Marks all over you, and you just so content with the moment.

The world blurs and I'm driving. The silent world of the future jerks and --

You're on my windscreen. Only it isn't you anymore, just a spill of guts and messy endings. You promised never to leave me.

'I can't stand it anymore. Brad, we're over.' Your face twists in hatred as the surroundings morph into the office and you change from splattered blood to someone shaking as you pace, listing the ways I have fallen short.

Every single time I see you, you betray me, in a thousand different endings.

And you wonder why I'm alone.

***

Laughter. Warmth. You, whispering into another man's ear, and him, reaching up to brush one fiery curl back into place, the tenderness nearly breaking me.

I cough to break the spell. But you've left already; there are wings out there, and they are carrying you away on quiet words.

And you wonder why I dislike you so.

***

And you wonder why I'm so fucking bitter.

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A/N:

So, how was it? Please review? It's my first attempt at WK.

(It was /supposed/ to be about Schuldig, actually, though it's not /that/ obvious… )

A/N 2:

Crossposted from ffnet.