Title: Someday Has Come
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing: Naoe Nagi/Kaneko Kei (Fujimiya Aya)
Character Focus: Kaneko Kei
Partnered With:
petermaxwellTheme Set: 003
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is owned by Takehito Koyasu, Marine Entertainment, Project Weiß, and associated parties.
Rating: R
Warnings and Notes: Yaoi, implications of violence and rape. Definitions of flowers are taken from
here.
001. lonesome
Even now, when I lay beside him and listen to him sleep, I can remember the cold nights I spent when he was away in Thailand.
002. forgive
How can I ever forgive the cruelty that left behind that hateful mark on his back?
003. nervous
Someday, I'll have Aya-chan over for a true family dinner, with both of my loved ones.
004. eliminate
I know they're already dead, but there are nights I dream of sliding my sword into the bodies of the men who hurt him.
005. addict
Thanks to him, I'm hooked on coffee... but only when it flavors his lips.
006. beach
I used to hate the beach, but feeling his hands slather sunblock all over me has begun to change my mind.
007. run
I nearly lost him to Thailand once; next time, I won't let him run without a fight.
008. wake
I still wake early, because he looks so perfectly peaceful in the pre-dawn light.
009. stomach
I sometimes wonder if we'll ever eat anything besides cheeseburgers again.
010. force
What they took from him through violence, he offers me through love.
011. coercion
It takes a real fight to get him to eat much of anything, even now that he understands that I don't want to see him die of neglect!
012. rise
He has an impish side, and damned if he doesn't know just how to get a rise out of me!
013. mercy
His mercy began all this.
014. skin
When I run my fingers over those ugly, hated scars, my soul aches for him.
015. bubble
I spent so long believing Someday was a bubble ready to burst at the slightest touch.
016. fickle
I could never cheat on him; the need for him is so deeply entwined in my soul that the very thought makes me gasp for air.
017. bleeding
My nightmares run red with blood, but when I wake, he is laying beside me whole and unharmed.
018. curse
I love him dearly, but there are times I CURSE that gods-damned computer of his.
019. haircut
Every time I think of getting a haircut, he convinces me I can afford to grow it just a little longer.
020. grim
I don't like hearing of his past because it's a grim reality that I've never wanted to believe in.
021. flight
With the right sedatives, Nagi's very amusing on a plane.
022. crawl
For him, I would crawl.
023. grin
He's got this grin that makes my blood run cold, knowing that he's done something I'm going to regret later.
024. long hours
He leaves for school early, and I get home late, but we fill the long hours of the night together.
025. mute
There is one scar, just at his tailbone, that still leaves me mute with rage.
026. memorable
I remember
June 6th.
027. graveyard
There is a graveyard of half-forgotten faces in my soul, and he closes it out when he warms me.
028. walk
Because of his short legs, I've learned to walk slower.
029. complicated
When all the puzzle-pieces fit together, we found that Someday wasn't really all that complicated.
030. black out
The lights all go out, and we're left with candlelight and silence; for a few short hours, I don't have to compete with his computer.
031. corrupt
He washes away the corruption in me with simple trust.
032. administer
I call him our network administrator, but he calls himself God in the Machine.
033. drama
The first days were filled with drama, action, and tragedy.
034. passage
The passage of time is a strange thing, healing wounds and softening the edges of memories until all that's left is a faint haze of bad and sharp memories of the good times.
035. loyal
How beautiful he is, steadfast in his determination and loyal to what he values most.
036. sand
I pour sand in the bottom of the vase to hold in place a quiet bouquet of amaranth globe, coriander, and lemon blossoms.
037. bath
The water laps lightly at our skin as he sits, back to my front and my arms draped loosely around him; even looking over his shoulder, I cannot see his body because it is hidden by bubbles.
038. miracle
He loves me.
039. dropout
I'm glad Nagi never suggested I go back to school; I'm happier as a dropout florist.
040. stink
I always make too much food and he never eats it all, though I hope he someday will, and if I'm not careful, the leftovers stink up the fridge.
041. limited
I sometimes wonder how limited our time together truly is, and pray I make the most of it.
042. finger
When he sleeps on his stomach, I trace one finger over that horrific mark on his tailbone; perhaps one day, doing that enough will smooth it away.
043. intelligence
On April 25th, every year, I invite Nagi out for tea at a small cafe nearby, and we play the Game once more.
044. behind
He's the one behind my little oasis of life.
045. sinful
Nagi's body is slender and delicate and so delicious that it's sinful.
046. caught
I cannot say I was caught in his net, because I went to him willingly.
047. want
He is everything I want and need, and he brings out everything good in me.
048. obvious
It always takes me aback when people in my flower-shop ask me what flowers mean; between us, the language of flowers is spoken fluently.
049. plan
The hamburger patties are extra thick, the fries just perfectly crispy, and the wedding ring circling a bouquet of heliotrope centered with a red and white rose bound together by red thread.
050. ashamed
It is not that I am ashamed of our love, but instead that I want what I share with him to be only his, forever.