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sakon76The following's the first part of a mini-fic written in my "Tales from a Ramen Stall" (aka, Kristin's Mad Crossover Universe O' DOOM featuring YYH, post-X Subaru, Weiss Kreuz, YamiEi, Ayatsuri Sakon, Onmyouji, and HikaGo) universe. The rest to be typed in probably tomorrowish.
Seeing ghosts was no comfortable thing for Aya, particularly not in his line of work. Every time he went through his sword forms and found that elusive place Shion had mentioned, where all thought and emotion bled away from him into the pure way of the sword, a few more voices bled away from the shrieking gray haze that surrounded him. Unfortunately that white place, even with the Sumeragi's teaching, was hard to find. Until then, he was left with spirits flickering at the edges of his vision. It was not a comfortable situation, especially after he realized that he was not the only one being haunted.
Omi's host of ghosts numbered even greater than his own. Aya's stomach had gone cold at that. One tended to forget that Omi had been Weiss' first member. He had been made into a killer at an age when Aya had only been worrying about his grades and standing in the tennis club.
"Aya-kun," Omi said one day when they were alone in the shop, Ken having left to run deliveries and Youji, as always, running late for his shift, "you've been staring at us a lot recently." Aya hadn't thought his observations had been so very blatant. "It's not that much," Omi hastened to assure him, reading Aya's frown correctly. "I just noticed and wondered if it had anything to do with... /that/."
Aya reminded himself that he was not a freak, not a specimen in a zoo. His powers were spiritual, Sumeragi had repeated to him numerous times, and not at all psychic.
He looked firmly back at his work, adjusting an iris. "How old were you when you first killed?" he asked sotto voce.
"Ten," Omi replied without hesitation. "Why?"
"It shows."
There was a silence before Omi softly asked "you can see my ghosts?"
Aya nodded and met Omi's eyes. "As clearly as I can see my own. And Youji's. And Ken's."
Omi exhaled, a long, slow sound. "No wonder you've been twitchy."
There was another pause where they both pretended to work before Omi asked the inevitable "What do they look like?"
Seeing ghosts was no comfortable thing for Aya, particularly not in his line of work. Every time he went through his sword forms and found that elusive place Shion had mentioned, where all thought and emotion bled away from him into the pure way of the sword, a few more voices bled away from the shrieking gray haze that surrounded him. Unfortunately that white place, even with the Sumeragi's teaching, was hard to find. Until then, he was left with spirits flickering at the edges of his vision. It was not a comfortable situation, especially after he realized that he was not the only one being haunted.
Omi's host of ghosts numbered even greater than his own. Aya's stomach had gone cold at that. One tended to forget that Omi had been Weiss' first member. He had been made into a killer at an age when Aya had only been worrying about his grades and standing in the tennis club.
"Aya-kun," Omi said one day when they were alone in the shop, Ken having left to run deliveries and Youji, as always, running late for his shift, "you've been staring at us a lot recently." Aya hadn't thought his observations had been so very blatant. "It's not that much," Omi hastened to assure him, reading Aya's frown correctly. "I just noticed and wondered if it had anything to do with... /that/."
Aya reminded himself that he was not a freak, not a specimen in a zoo. His powers were spiritual, Sumeragi had repeated to him numerous times, and not at all psychic.
He looked firmly back at his work, adjusting an iris. "How old were you when you first killed?" he asked sotto voce.
"Ten," Omi replied without hesitation. "Why?"
"It shows."
There was a silence before Omi softly asked "you can see my ghosts?"
Aya nodded and met Omi's eyes. "As clearly as I can see my own. And Youji's. And Ken's."
Omi exhaled, a long, slow sound. "No wonder you've been twitchy."
There was another pause where they both pretended to work before Omi asked the inevitable "What do they look like?"
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Date: 2004-04-22 08:05 am (UTC)So nice to see you're doing the mega-crossovers again! You're one of the few writers who can mesh multiple universes seamlessly and make it seem like all these people *belong* in the same timeline.