Happy [Weiss Kreuz, Aya/Sakura, PG]
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kinkfestTitle: Happy
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misura
Rating: PG-13 for implications
Warnings: None. Post-series.
Summary: Aya knew he was the luckiest man alive.
A/N: A drabblet.
As he lifted his hand to knock on the door to the temporal dressing-room, Aya knew that of all of them, in the end, he'd been the luckiest; Yohji was talking about moving on and settling down, but like Aya had once snuck off to the hospital, Yohji snuck off to the cemetery nowadays - Omi'd followed him once and reported that Yohji had only sat there and smoked a cigarette, staring into nothingness, yet where Aya's visits had at least served a purpose for the living, Yohji's only seemed to tie him to the dead. Ken had mentioned wanting to go to Australia once or twice - they all knew that Kritiker would never let him go that far away, and even if Ken made it to Australia, Aya privately doubted if Yuriko would still be waiting for him. Omi had found his family, and the less said about what it had brought him, the better.
"It's me," he said, when his knocking didn't get any sort of reaction. "Can I come in and talk to you for a moment?"
He heard the sound of a brief conversation, and two female voices starting to giggle. Not so very long ago, the noise would have annoyed him, now it only served to remind him of what he'd gained.
Not wholly unexpectedly, it was his sister who slipped out a few seconds later.
"You really can't come in, big brother," she said, adding, with a serious and stern expression that didn't quite reach her eyes: "As you know perfectly well. Haven't we told you a million times already that it's bad luck to see Sakura-chan in her dress before tomorrow?"
"I know," he said. "I'm sorry."
"That's all right - just don't do it again."
"I ... I know I'm the luckiest man alive." He hadn't quite meant to say that, for all that he felt it to be true.
"Good." She smiled sisterly approval and affection at him, then stepped forwards to pat him on the arm, like he was some nervous child, instead of her older brother. "Don't worry about a thing - it's all going to turn out just perfect. You'll see."
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misuraRating: PG-13 for implications
Warnings: None. Post-series.
Summary: Aya knew he was the luckiest man alive.
A/N: A drabblet.
As he lifted his hand to knock on the door to the temporal dressing-room, Aya knew that of all of them, in the end, he'd been the luckiest; Yohji was talking about moving on and settling down, but like Aya had once snuck off to the hospital, Yohji snuck off to the cemetery nowadays - Omi'd followed him once and reported that Yohji had only sat there and smoked a cigarette, staring into nothingness, yet where Aya's visits had at least served a purpose for the living, Yohji's only seemed to tie him to the dead. Ken had mentioned wanting to go to Australia once or twice - they all knew that Kritiker would never let him go that far away, and even if Ken made it to Australia, Aya privately doubted if Yuriko would still be waiting for him. Omi had found his family, and the less said about what it had brought him, the better.
"It's me," he said, when his knocking didn't get any sort of reaction. "Can I come in and talk to you for a moment?"
He heard the sound of a brief conversation, and two female voices starting to giggle. Not so very long ago, the noise would have annoyed him, now it only served to remind him of what he'd gained.
Not wholly unexpectedly, it was his sister who slipped out a few seconds later.
"You really can't come in, big brother," she said, adding, with a serious and stern expression that didn't quite reach her eyes: "As you know perfectly well. Haven't we told you a million times already that it's bad luck to see Sakura-chan in her dress before tomorrow?"
"I know," he said. "I'm sorry."
"That's all right - just don't do it again."
"I ... I know I'm the luckiest man alive." He hadn't quite meant to say that, for all that he felt it to be true.
"Good." She smiled sisterly approval and affection at him, then stepped forwards to pat him on the arm, like he was some nervous child, instead of her older brother. "Don't worry about a thing - it's all going to turn out just perfect. You'll see."
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