One Week

Epilouge: Reflections of Light and Darkness

Aya awakened to the warm sunlight once more. Upon opening his eyes, he saw that he
was back in his own room, fully dressed once more. He sat up quickly, making sure that
he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating again. 

"Why am I here? That could NOT have been another dream. . ." The red-head began to
panic when a soft knock on his door derailed his train of thought.

"Aya-kun? You awake?" Omi's young voice echoed from the other side of the door.
"Aa. Come in Omi."

Omi walked in, holding a tray full of food. He placed it on Aya's dresser then inquired
about how the red-head was feeling.
"I'm fine Omi. Thank you..."

"Are you sure?! We found you lying on the ground in front of the shop last night; what if
you were drugged???" 

"I'm FINE Omi. I'm just tired..." 

"Okay, Aya-kun. But we're still taking you to a doctor!" Omi flashed one of his smiles
before leaving the room. 

Aya smiled to himself, replaying the early morning's events back in his mind over and
over.
"So, it wasn't a dream after all. . ."

He wished it had never ended. Still, it didn't explain how he'd ended up back in his room.
The last thing he could remember was falling asleep in the German's arms after their
lovemaking. He stretched his good arm, and felt something move in his sleeve. Reaching
into his sleeve, he pulled out a folded sheet of paper, and read it. 

Aya,

[If you're wondering how you got back to the flower shop, I had a "friend" take you
home. I'm sure you're feeding your friends the biggest lie right now, but they wouldn't
understand. I'm not sure that I'll be able to see you again, seeing that we ARE enemies
and all, but who knows... And take it easy til your arm heals completely! You're not
Superman, you know!]

-Love Schu

Aya grinned to himself, placing the note under his matress where the others weren't likely
to find it. Reaching over to his nightstand, he grabbed the tray of food that Omi had
placed there, setting it in his lap. As he ate, he gasped silently, reaching under his matress
once more to look at the note.

[I'm not sure that I'll be able to see you again, seeing that we ARE enemies and all...]

Aya felt his heart breaking. Why didn't he see this before!? It seems their love would be
one that fate wouldn't allow to be realized. The pale red-head laughed slightly at the
thought of he and the German embracing lovingly if they met up on a mission, the rest of
Weiß and Schwartz staring at them, mouths gaped open in disbelief. He'd been so caught
up in the pure bliss of it all, that he completely forgotten about the consequences. Aya
shut his eyes, trying to fight the bitter tears that stung his eyes. 

"How could I've been so blind? Cuz you were too busy moaning, stupid..."

The red-head set the tray back on the table, suddenly having lost his appetite, and flopped
on his side, staring into space. 

"...now I understand why no one should love me. The moment I find a small amount of
joy, it gets snatched away. . . I...I'm just a murderer..." Aya shut his eyes as he slowly
slipped into unconciousness, hoping to be swallowed by the darkness.

~...just a murderer. That's all that I am. All I ever will be. I don't deserve the love of
anyone...~

*****

When he opened his eyes once more, everything around him was a dark blur. He blinked
and rubbed at his eyes a few times until his vision cleared. To say he was shocked would
be yet another understatement; the smooth, transparent black glass floor that he saw
wasn't what REALLY shocked him, more of the fact that there were LOTS mirrors. All
shapes and sizes, they were scattered throughout the area in disarray, hanging in all
directions from the walls...were there any walls?? The faint twinkling of stars could be
seen from above, bathing the room in a soft, etheral glow. As the White Hunter tried to
calm himself, it didn't help when he realized that he was floating in the midst of all this.
Panicing, he buried his face in his hands, attempting to will himself back into reality.

"I've been waiting for you. . ."

Aya felt a chill run through him upon hearing that all too familiar voice whisper softly.
The red-head turned around in a frenzy, amethyst globes darting wildy about in a futile
attempt to locate anyone. Looking up, he saw a fiery wave of red-orange dance briefly
across all the mirrors, and the voice, barely a whisper, called out to him again. Aya wasn't
sure if he'd die of fright or shock, but he was sure he was goning to die nonetheless. This
would unnerve ANYONE! Looking around once more, he began to notice that as strange
as everything was, it rather beautiful. Aya gazed intently into the darkness above him,
admiring the way the starlight reflected softly off of the mirrors. 

A pair of strong arms emerged from the darkness and encircled his waist, drawing him
back against a tall, strong figure. Instead of going into another bout of hysterics, he felt a
wave of calm wash over his soul as the figure embraced him. 

"Is this a dre...dream??" Aya paused, startled by the way his voice echoed slightly when
he spoke. "Or an illusion?"

"It's as real as you want it to be..."

Aya turned to face his beloved, staring in awe upon seeing the German dressed in all
white. His trademark headband and shades were missing, but the younger red-head
decided he liked Schuldig better that way. The Schwartz member smiled in appreciation.

"You're looking good too..." He motioned towards Aya, who started at his pure-white
garb. After a few moments of silence, Aya tried to speak, the words coming out as
nervous jumbles.

"Ah--I...us..."

Schuldig smiled gently at Aya, putting a finger to his lips. 

"I know...it hurts me to think about it as well..."

"Now what are we going to do...?" Aya's worried eyes looked up a the German, who bent
his head, claiming his luscious mouth in an affectionate kiss.

"Believe. . ."

As his mind drowned in exstacy, he felt alive all over again. It seems that even fate has
no control over love. In this illusionary realm, they could love each other. No killing. No
missions. If only for a short while, it meant the world to Aya. All the worries that made
his heart waver slowly faded. Right now, he didn't care. He was in the arms of the only
one he loved.

If only in a dream...

~*Oshimai*~

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