Sentaku
by Kaede

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Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is not mine.  Aya, Ken, and Kase do not belong to 
me, I only wish Aya and Ken did, and I want their seiyuu too (mmm... 
Koyasu... Seki... Ueda...), but, ah, that's what dreams're for.  This is my 
first attempt at shounen ai (gasp!) as well as this particular character's 
POV.  (But then, I haven't done any Weiss first-person.. well, there's a 
first time for everything...)
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	He refuses to come out of his room.

	"Oi.  You want your clothes cleaned or not?"

	The door creaks open for a moment, and a few careless items of 
clothing are thrown out haphazardly.  The orange shirt he only wears around 
his waist, the leather jacket, the jeans with  streaks up the outside 
thighs.

	He must have wiped his bloody fingers off on his pants.

	"You know the leather jacket isn't supposed to go in the wash."

	"I don't care."  The door shuts again.

	"Are you going to sulk in there all night?"

	"I'm not sulking.  Go away, Aya."

	Fine.  If he wants to do that, I can do that too.  I sit, back to 
the door.  "I won't."

	"Goddammit, Aya-"

	"I'm not going any where until you come out of your room.  You can't
let this stuff get to your head.  It's part of the job.  It's part of being 
in Weiss."

	"Kase-"

	"Kase betrayed you.  He wanted you dead, Ken."  I tangle my fingers 
in the soft cotton of his orange shirt. It smells like him, that smell of 
freshly-cut grass and copper and vanilla.

	Silence again.  I can hear him sobbing quietly.  I pull up my knees 
to my chest.  "We've all got things we regret, Ken."

	"I loved him."

	The words come out sharply, like he's forcing himself to say them.  
As if they were hidden down in a secret part of him he refused to admit.

	"Hm?"

	"Kase.  I loved him."  His voice is closer, as if he's just on the 
other side of the door.  "I trusted him.  And I loved him."

	"I don't know what to tell you.  We all make sacrifices for those we 
love-"  Some of us just make bigger ones.

	"Yeah, but when do people actually sacrifice the ones they love?"

	"It was for the better good," I retort, but my heart isn't into it.

	He laughs, that kind of smirky laugh where he tosses his head back 
and slips his fingers into his pockets. "The better good.  It's all for the 
better good, isn't it Aya?  Besides, since when have you been into this for 
the 'better good'?  Everything is money to you, isn't it?  It doesn't matter
who or what, just as long as you get paid."

Explosion.

Blood.

Death.

Aya-

A better world for her.

	"Money isn't everything, Ken."

	His door swings open, and before I know it, I'm tumbling back, and 
fingers are on my temples, pulling me back and tilting my chin up.  Lips 
graze mine, chapped lips that taste of tears.

	The door closes again.  "So you can go take those to the laundry.  
Don't wash the leather, though."

	I stand, silently, gathering up the clothes.

	"And Aya?"

	"Nanda?"

	"Arigatou."

	I nod, letting my fingers brush against the door knob.  "Come out 
when you feel better."

	Smirking laugh.  "Alright, Aya.  I'll be out in a sec."

	I nod again, then head down the hallway in silence.  "Ki o tsukete."

	"Aa!"

	Then I'm off to the coin laundry.  Laundry has to be done quickly, 
before the blood sets in and it's too tough to get out.

	Before the feelings set in and they're too tough to get out.

(owari!)