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WHO: Aya & Ken
WHAT: A talk, yes you read that right, Aya knows how to speak.
WHERE: The Weiss house? (I don't actually know anything about that so I'm sorry if I fail. D:)
WHEN: Backdated some time? A week?
Stuck in between time, that was how he felt. Living the past again, surrounded by these faces so much younger than he remembered. After he had figured out what exactly had happened, he had closed up and stopped mentioning his expectations and assumptions. Future was something even he didn't want to touch, not with a ten feet pole.
It wasn't such a big deal with Yohji and Omi, well, at least Omi. Mamoru wasn't exactly the future Aya had imagined for Omi, but he had chosen it himself. Ken, and maybe Yohji as well, were a different thing. The thought of overseeing the painful transformation again... the mere idea exhausted Aya.
He didn't know what Ken did when he went out, but Aya stayed up every time, waiting. Usually he was content hearing the door go, and he'd close his own bedroom door and go to sleep. But tonight he's especially restless for some reason and nursing a cup of tea while digging through a book he found at the library. He's been through half of it already before the second pot, and it's beginning to seem like he's never going to be sleeping tonight.
WHAT: A talk, yes you read that right, Aya knows how to speak.
WHERE: The Weiss house? (I don't actually know anything about that so I'm sorry if I fail. D:)
WHEN: Backdated some time? A week?
Stuck in between time, that was how he felt. Living the past again, surrounded by these faces so much younger than he remembered. After he had figured out what exactly had happened, he had closed up and stopped mentioning his expectations and assumptions. Future was something even he didn't want to touch, not with a ten feet pole.
It wasn't such a big deal with Yohji and Omi, well, at least Omi. Mamoru wasn't exactly the future Aya had imagined for Omi, but he had chosen it himself. Ken, and maybe Yohji as well, were a different thing. The thought of overseeing the painful transformation again... the mere idea exhausted Aya.
He didn't know what Ken did when he went out, but Aya stayed up every time, waiting. Usually he was content hearing the door go, and he'd close his own bedroom door and go to sleep. But tonight he's especially restless for some reason and nursing a cup of tea while digging through a book he found at the library. He's been through half of it already before the second pot, and it's beginning to seem like he's never going to be sleeping tonight.