Eternally dancing

Warnings/notes : Schuldich pov, Crawford x Aya, Schuldich/Yohji, bits of fluff perhaps

Disclaimer : I don't own Weiss Kreuz.

written at 11th may 2003, by Misura, last part

italics indicate events in dreaming/visions or thoughts.

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Eternity.

Crawford whispered the word, savoring its taste on his lips.

"What?" Aya mumbled sleepily.

"Eternity. That's how long I want us to be together."

"Not very realistic." the redhead commented.

Crawford shrugged. "It's just a wish. Wishes don't have to be realistic."

"Perhaps not." Aya looked pensive.

"What would you wish for us then?" Crawford asked a bit peevishly.

"Maybe more nights like this one?" Aya suggested.

"You only want me at night?"

"Of course not!"

"Well then."

It remained silent in the room for a moment. Then : "I think I share your wish."

It was the closest the redhead had ever come to saying those three words he couldn't seem to get past his lips : I love you.

Crawford smiled.

*****

Dancing.

I like to do it, though part of the fun is the company of course.

Tonight's is excellent, nearly as good a dancer as I am.

"You know, you're not half bad at this." he remarks, almost echoeing my thoughts.

He's rather vain, slightly arrogant, a lot like me actually.

He was the last one Aya told.

He told Bombay first, though I can't see the logic in telling the most fanatic member of your team you're sleeping with the enemy before you tell anyone else. Maybe it's his looks.

And he didn't take it that bad. By the time he had gotten over his initial surprise he was even capable of congratulating Aya and wishing him happiness.

Siberian was next. As I could have predicted, he nearly went through the roof at the news. I think the mere fact of his leader having any kind of intimate relationship amazed him more than the identity of his lover or the fact that it was a 'he' rather than a 'she'.

That left my current companion.

Balinese. Flirt-par-excellence Yohji Kudoh.

His reaction was a mix of the other two. In the end though, he told Aya he was glad for him. Though he may not look or sound like it very often, he's not as simple as some people may think after meeting him.

If he was what he often seems to be, I wouldn't be here with him tonight.

I would have used him, let him use me and moved on.

Instead ...

"Tired already?" There's a soft purr to his voice.

Of all members of Weiss, this one reminds me of the cats they're code-named for most often.

Aya may move like one in a fight, Yohji has the attitude of one from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep. And even when he's sleeping he tends to curl up against me.

"Of course not. Just thinking."

"Don't break your pretty head."

"That's a really stupid thing to say, you know that?"

"You're distracting me too much to come up with anything better."

We may sound a bit silly, but it's just a game of words we play really.

Both of us are talkers, like Crawford and Aya are both silent types.

I'm told they don't even say 'I love you' to eachother. I don't understand them.

"I do feel a bit tired though. Maybe we should go somewhere to ... rest."

Now *that* is something I do understand.

I grin up at Yohji.

"Sounds like a plan."

All right, so maybe we won't last eternally.

For the moment though, it works.

It works very well.

So if you'll excuse me now, I have someone waiting for me ...

~OWARI~