Chapter: That summer evening

Author: Lykos
Fanfiction: White Cross
Title: That summer evening
Email: AngelNaomi@web.de
Warnings: YAOI! , KenxOmi
Disclaimer: Sooooo, this is now my fourth work. I just can't get enough of KenxOmi and FarfxNagi stories. ^^ Isn't it understandable. Can there be more beautiful couples than these two? I do not think so.
Anyone who is a mega fan of these couples is welcome to contact me. Would be very happy.
And once again I have to make it clear that the Charas from White Cross - unfortunately - do not belong to me, but property of Koyasu & Co. and Project are white. Oh, if only they were mine, then .... he he he * evilgrin *> :-)
... in any case, then everyone would be very gay * gggg *
Ken: "Why? Are we behind the camera too?"
Grandma: "That's right ..." * blushes *
Naomi: Yes, ... but not everyone here has to know that ... ^^ °
Ken: "I don't care ..." * Granny kisses *
Granny: * surrenders to Ken *Naomi: O.o ° ..... * sweatdrop * * is speechless *

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Ken's POV:

It may sound crazy that young people like us are killers.
Also crazy may be the fact that we work in a flower shop as camouflage. Where flowers symbolize innocence and purity.
What would everyone say if they knew what we do at night?
Would you hate us? Be shocked?
Or would they accept it, since we only kill people who are criminals and who have escaped the tentacles of law?
Who gives us the right to decide the lives of these outlaws? Is it right what we are doing at all?
Nobody can tell us for sure.
But one thing is certain: we are no more and no less lawless than the people we kill night after night.
Even if we don't do it voluntarily.
In the past, none of us would have dreamed of becoming a killer.
We all had no choice but to get on board.Otherwise some of us would no longer be alive.
Stop? That hope has long been stifled in each and every one of us. You can't just stop killing like that. Our dark fate is upon us like a black cloak. And we'll have to wear this coat all our lives.
Run away? Yes, perhaps. Maybe that way we could miss further orders. But it wouldn't change anything about our dire "career" as a murderer. Sooner or later, the past catches up with everyone.
Go berserk? Yes, I've often wondered how much longer I can kill without going nuts.
But then I always think of you and then I know: it goes on. Somehow. Because you can do it too.
You, the youngest of our group.
You were the first to see "White". How long, I don't know. I don't dare to ask you either, because I would hurt you with the question. Because you've been there too long.
You seem the most fragile of the four of us because you are the most sensitive.And yet you are the strongest. Despite your bad past.
You are strong even though your father rejected you.
Knowing that his money was more important to him than his own son, you fight night after night.
Even when you learned that you were fighting your own relatives, you stuck with "white".
You said that the friendship that binds the two of us keeps you alive.
That made a big impression on me at the time. And yes, I felt the same way.
If you kill people, you need to make up for it.
It might sound crazy, but our friendship created that balance inside.
We were able to lead a mostly normal life, at least during the day. Although, of course, that is not one hundred percent possible if you do what we do.
Your laughter and your lightheartedness have always fascinated me.
It was your innocent and lovable nature that brought life into our deadly everyday life.Despite your blows of fate, you were able to cheer up the rest of us when we were depressed.
And yet ... I always saw you when your past caught up with you again.
You often cried bitterly when you thought we wouldn't see it.
With every tear you shed, you destroyed a piece of me too.
I could never bear to see you suffer.
I too had a bad past of being betrayed and sold by my best friend, even if the price was my death.
But that was little compared to your skill.
And your past has caught up with you over and over again along with the fear of dying on an assignment.
Yes, we both know we could die anytime. With every job.
It scares me to think about having to live without you when you die.
I couldn't take it. No way.
You said then that you needed me.With that you gave my life meaning again.
At this point, I swore to myself that I would protect you with my life, no matter what.
And that has not changed until today.
Although the circumstances in which I am protecting you are now slightly different.
Better circumstances.
Because we are now connected by more than friendship.
What connects us has risen from the deep black sea of ​​loneliness and sadness that surrounds us.
And we both recognized it. If not immediately.
It has gradually but steadily solidified in our hearts.
Every day we spent together it got deeper without our even knowing it at the beginning.
Every day by your side I became happier because you were there. Because I can't be without you
Then, at some point, she opened our eyes.
It was one summer evening in the park when I confessed my love to you.
You made me the happiest person in the world when you said you love me too.Your big blue eyes shone so beautifully that any precious gemstone would fade next to them.
Since then, I've been showing you every day that I love you beyond measure. But I think you know it too.
Any day could be our last, we both know that.
So we enjoy the time we both have left.
You know that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life.
Maybe it sounds crazy, but even as a killer I can be the happiest person on earth.
And I am. Every day. Always.
Because I have you.
And because I'll never stop loving you ... Granny.

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Granny's POV:

It's a flower shop that hides our atrocities during the day.
Bright colors shimmer throughout the store. There is a smell of flowers everywhere.
But who recognizes the smell of death that mixes with the sweet scent of the flowers?
People die at our hands. Each night.I don't remember how long I've been playing this two-faced game.
Which of these two faces I have is really me?
The good?
Or is it the evil that takes hold of my mind at night and doesn't want to let go?
During the day I can laugh, hide my true feelings behind a facade, but what about at night?
It's a never-ending game, with no exit, that we're all trapped in.
How much longer will we have to play along in the intrigues and lies that ensnare us?
I cannot find the answer.
I will probably never fully learn the truth about my past either.
I'm scared of falling asleep at night and then dreaming about the terrible details of my abduction.
Why? This question torments me every day and every night. What ransom in the world is worth betraying your own flesh and blood?
How cold does a person have to be to leave his child to die?
I've cried about it many times, but I'll never find out the answer.Feelings of revenge? Yes, I have it, and I fight my own family with full awareness, but even stronger than the hatred is my grief and the pain of having been rejected by my family.
Despair? She comes over me again and again, but has no power to take possession of me.
Just like fear.
It is there, but I am no longer afraid.
Because you're by my side
Because I know that you protect me and that you are there for me.
You were there for me from the start, you suffered with me.
Without a word, we became friends. It was natural.
You always comforted me even though you didn't have an easy past yourself.
Your best friend betrayed you and let you down. And yet you were ready to have another friendship. With me.
It took you a lot to trust someone again.
But you made it. And our friendship was worth it to me to continue to live and fight for it.I think you did you good when I told you I wanted to live for our friendship.
Yes, our friendship has breathed new life into us.
She gave us what we both had missed before: security and warmth. The feeling of having someone there for you.
And yet we always have to live with the fear of suddenly being alone without the other.
This fear often torments me. Though I try not to let it show
But you always saw through it when I smiled, even though I felt bad inside.
And your eyes told me that you suffered with me.
You always suffered with me. Every time.
You knew how much I needed you It was almost unnecessary for me to tell you.
And when you made your promise to protect me forever with your life, I felt loved for the first time.
A feeling that I didn't know before and that I missed, although it was alien to me.It was new to me, but you showed me in the most loving way how wonderful it feels. Family love.
Every day that I have been able to spend with you so far is like a gift for me.
Every day there are new wonderful things about you that are lovable.
It was your warm, gentle eyes that kept me under their spell.
Whenever you looked at me, it was without any dislike or displeasure. It was a different one, an unfathomably gentle look.
And that summer evening I knew it was love that was reflected in your eyes.
You had tears in your eyes when you kneeled in front of me. You have placed all your hopes in me with your confession.
That summer evening you gave me a future again.
A future in the midst of this desolate and hateful world.
It was the happiest day in my life that I have been able to experience so far.
Since then you have shown me what it is like to love someone and I now know how to define the word love.I know that I can probably never give you back what you've done for me.
But I know one thing for sure: I will spend every day that I am allowed to live with you.
Because I love you.
And because I want to spend the