Facing up, facing out

Warnings/notes : Yohji x Omi, Crawford x Nagi [unestablished] Aya x Ken, Schuldich x Farfarello [established, both in background ; focus on Yohji x Omi], possible drugs, alcohol, slight ooc-ness and fluff. (it's not as bad as it sounds, I hope, just want to stay on the safe side)

Disclaimer : I don't own Weiss Kreuz.

written at 21st april 2003, by Misura. part 7 of 7[final part]

for Firekat, who hopefully won't mind the extra pairings apart from Yohji x Omi.

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As the other memories returned, memories of things he could not imagine doing or saying, Yohji sank to the floor, grabbing a stool for support.

"Noooo." he wailed.

"Yohji, look at me." a stern voice ordered him. He gazed up at Aya. Aya, who was for once not frowning or glaring at him but instead seemed ... almost friendly.

"Do you remember what you did?" the redhead asked.

"Y-yes. Only it wasn't *me* doing that." It sounded so silly, put like that.

"Liar!" Ken shouted. "Who was it then, your identical twin?"

Yohji shook his head. "No, no, it's true. Please, Aya, you have to believe me."

Aya regarded him coldly, showing not a hint of his previous sympathy. "Why?"

"Because I *love* him! I love Omi and I would never ever do anything to harm him! I'd rather be dead than do that! I dream about him every night! I can't think of anyone else! I love him!"

Aya allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Then he stepped aside to reveal the person who had been standing behind him, hearing every word Yohji had just said.

"Oh, Yohji-kun!" Omi exclaimed, storming forwards to fling his arms around Yohji. "I love you too! I knew you didn't mean all those nasty things!"

"Schuldich played one of his twisted mindgames with him." Aya explained to Ken.

"Hmmm, does that mean I should apologize for hitting him?"

They looked at Yohji and Omi who were happily ignoring the crowd.

"Oh, Omi .... "

"Yohji-kun ... "

"Maybe later, if you really want to." Aya commented. "For now, let's just grab them and get home before anything else happens."

"Okay. Sounds like a good idea."

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"What will happen when they get home?" Nagi asked.

Crawford closed his eyes for a moment, then blushed.

"Siberian and Abyssinian will go to Abyssinian's room to ... uhm do stuff. Balinese and Bombay will curl up on the couch."

"Oh."

"Would you like me to give you all details of Weiss' lovelife for the next week?" Crawford asked sarcastically, a bit peeked by Nagi's weak response. Precognition was not the easiest of Gifts to use after all.

Nagi shook his head. "No."

A short silence.

"Crawford?"

"Yes, Nagi?"

"Can you tell me if we have a future?"

"Who do you mean by 'we' ?" Crawford asked a bit nervously.

"Well, you, the Oracle, and me, the Prodigy." Nagi said softly, not meeting his eyes.

*blink*

'I love you. Don't leave me.' A soft voice.

'Never. Never.' Crawford whispered, pressing a small bloody hand to his cheek.

A hand fell on his shoulder. 'Let him go, Crawford. We need you too.'

'I loved him, Schuldich. I loved him and I never told him.'

'I know. And I think he knew it too.'

'I failed. It's my fault he's dead.' He pressed back the tears.

A hand gently stroke his hair. 'Hush. It's all right to cry, Brad. Just let go. Let it all go.'

*blink*

It hurt to move, to speak, to breathe even.

He was lying on his back, staring up at the nightsky.

'C-crawford?' a small voice asked.

Footsteps came closer, until a face bended over his own, looking directly into his own.

'What happened? Are you hurt?'

He tried to smile. That hurt too.

'I'm fine.' he whispered.

'No you're not, are you?' Nagi asked accusingly.

'No. Sorry. I meant to tell you one day.'

'Tell me what?'

*blink*

"Nagi?"

"Yes?"

"Look at me."

"I shouldn't have asked that, should I?"

"I love you."

"W-what?"

"I love you." Crawford repeated calmly.

"I love you too." Nagi replied, his voice just as steady.

"That's good to know."

"Yeah."

~OWARI~