Trin (lenina) wrote in free_your_soul,

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His... unfinished as of 3/11/03

Weiß fic... It's a piece of it. I'll post the full version of it when I get it done. I keep changing my mind on the part after this one.

Title: His
Series: Weiß Kreuz
POV: Aya/Ran Fujimiya


I hate the sunlight. All it ever seems to do is forgive and purify. And bring life. Ran Fujimiya was one person that didn’t deserve to be forgiven. He couldn’t be purified. All he could do was take lives, night after night, in the name of his sweet, innocent sister.

My sister that is now happily living a college life. I remember when she woke up. I smiled... I hadn’t smiled since her birthday, the day that my world came crashing down around me.

I sighed out loud and drew a puzzled glance from Omi. He hated it when I brooded. You’d think that I wouldn’t be so icy anymore. I am. I don’t think that will ever change. I can’t go back to being the real Ran Fujimiya. That Ran only exists in distant memories. And in the eyes of Aya-chan.

Putting the final touches on an order, I turned to put the arrangement in the cooler behind me. That is when I caught him. We held each other’s gaze for a moment before he shifted those damned dark glasses back up to hide his intense green eyes.

It was moments like this when I wish I could throw away my icy façade and go to him. Be enveloped in what his eyes promised every time I caught him watching me. Gods, I wanted to be able to open myself to him, to let him have me.

I can’t. It is as simple as that. I just can’t.

"Ran." Snapping out of my daze, I was staring at the unbuttoned portion of Yohji’s shirt.

Gods, please, please, make him back away. With him this close...

"Ran!" Hands waved in front of my face and I glared up at the concerned look on his face, reining in my emotions.

"What do you want, Kudoh?" Ice covered every single word and I hated myself for it. Did he know that every time I shut him out, a little piece of me screamed bloody murder?

"Ahh... The chibi was worried... Ken’s here. Our shift’s over." I watched him fidget under my glare as he explained himself. I hate myself.

"Hn..." I turned away from him and headed upstairs. Anything to be away from him. Anything to be away from the man I wanted so desperately.

It was getting to the point where I was in physical pain whenever I was around him. It hurt that much to shut myself off from him and treat him like I would any other flirt. Fuck, Kudoh, what are you doing to me?

I didn’t want to think about it. When I made it to my room, I grabbed my katana. All I wanted was to go through a few katas to refocus myself. That’s all. That’s all...


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