Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Voices ❯ Voices ( One-Shot )
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By: vampyremiyu 
Takes place roughly a month after the original anime series. Aya-chan has been rescued and things seem to be looking up for her, except for the day the voices start talking to her. Warning: death of a major character. Told from Aya-chan's POV.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 814 | Visits: 792 | Status: Completed
Takes place roughly a month after the original anime series. Aya-chan has been rescued and things seem to be looking up for her, except for the day the voices start talking to her. Warning: death of a major character. Told from Aya-chan's POV.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 814 | Visits: 792 | Status: Completed
VOICES
A Weiss Kruez Short
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
Edited by Rinnako-chan and Hawking
Standard Disclaimer -- I don't own Weiss...yadda yadda yadda...and no permission
was asked for their use...blah blah blah...no money being made, sucks to be
me...yackety smackety...Probably my shortest fic ever....Enjoy! ^_^
Oniichan, gomen nasai.
I don't know what I'm doing. At least, I don't think I know. The voices. Oh,
the voices. They won't stop talking to me. I want them to go away but they
won't. They're making me do things I normally wouldn't do. At least, I don't
think I would.
It's all so very confusing.
I don't know what the gun's doing in my hand. It feels heavy. My arms shake
when I hold it. I want to let it go. Drop it to the floor. But my fingers
won't let it go. Why?
WHY?!
It's those voices, oniichan. They wanted me to pick up that gun. They told me
it would be okay. That I wouldn't hurt anyone. It would be very simple. All I
had to do was pick it up. I didn't want to, but I did.
Oh God, help me.
Oniichan.
Omi.
Ken.
Youji.
Anybody!
I hadn't heard the voices for a long time. They would speak to me while I was in
my coma. They kept me company when you weren't around. They were so nice, too.
So pleasant and friendly. They reassured me I'd be just fine. Told me I'd wake
up soon.
And not long after that, I did.
The voices didn't talk to me after I awoke. I thought that perhaps I had dreamt
them, that they weren't real. I thought maybe they disappeared because I was
awake now, and I had you to watch over me. You were all I ever needed, oniichan.
I was so happy to see you when I awoke, and I knew you were glad to see me as
well.
After that, I didn't give the voices any thought.
But then, a few nights ago, I started hearing them again. They came to me while
I slept. And they spoke to me while I was awake. They were as pleasant as I
remembered them.
And questions? Oh, they had so many!
They wanted to know how I was doing, and how you were. I told them everything
about you oniichan. That you were the most wonderful older brother in the world.
I told them where you lived, where you worked...everything.
I hope you're not mad at me for saying those things. I know you like to keep them private. But the voices assured me they were only interested in my well being and wanted me to be happy. And I was so very happy because I had you, oniichan.
But...I'm not very happy right now. Your face is all contorted -- your nose wrinkled and those strange lines on your forehead. You look like you're ready to
scream. Oniichan, are you angry with me?
Why won't you answer me?
Don't stare up at me so, oniichan. I said I was sorry. Can't you see that I'm
sorry? I can't stop crying. Say something. Please. Say something. Anything!
The voices have stopped. I can see clearly now. Things aren't as hazy. But my
eyes won't stop watering. My knees feel week. I'm falling to the floor.
Oniichan, why won't you say something?
My fingers are still shaking, the gun finally dropping to the floor. It feels
good to let it go. But...I think something's already gone wrong. My fingers
shake as they touch your face. You're so cold, onnichan. Your lips are turning
blue. Your skin is growing pale. There's a dark spot on that sweater I gave you
for your birthday. It's black against the orange material.
Did you spill something, perhaps at lunch?
I can't stop touching you. Move, please! I just want you to wake up. To smile
at me like you always do, tell me everything will be all right and hold me in
your arms.
But you won't wake up, will you?
You're not even breathing.
Oh God!
The voices are starting to talk again. They want me to pick up the gun again.
I'm scared, oniichan. I don't want to touch that gun. But my hands are moving
of their own free will. I can't stop myself from clutching it tightly, the
barrel pointed at my own head. My finger quivers over the trigger, my bottom
lip's shaking the same.
I want to cry. I can feel the tears in my eyes, making everything hazy again.
The voices are trying to console me. To tell me that everything will be all
right. That this is how it's supposed to be. And that I'll be happy.
But...I'm not so sure.
Oniichan, gomen nasai.
I hope you can forgive me.
KA-BANG!
~~OWARI~~
A Weiss Kruez Short
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
Edited by Rinnako-chan and Hawking
Standard Disclaimer -- I don't own Weiss...yadda yadda yadda...and no permission
was asked for their use...blah blah blah...no money being made, sucks to be
me...yackety smackety...Probably my shortest fic ever....Enjoy! ^_^
Oniichan, gomen nasai.
I don't know what I'm doing. At least, I don't think I know. The voices. Oh,
the voices. They won't stop talking to me. I want them to go away but they
won't. They're making me do things I normally wouldn't do. At least, I don't
think I would.
It's all so very confusing.
I don't know what the gun's doing in my hand. It feels heavy. My arms shake
when I hold it. I want to let it go. Drop it to the floor. But my fingers
won't let it go. Why?
WHY?!
It's those voices, oniichan. They wanted me to pick up that gun. They told me
it would be okay. That I wouldn't hurt anyone. It would be very simple. All I
had to do was pick it up. I didn't want to, but I did.
Oh God, help me.
Oniichan.
Omi.
Ken.
Youji.
Anybody!
I hadn't heard the voices for a long time. They would speak to me while I was in
my coma. They kept me company when you weren't around. They were so nice, too.
So pleasant and friendly. They reassured me I'd be just fine. Told me I'd wake
up soon.
And not long after that, I did.
The voices didn't talk to me after I awoke. I thought that perhaps I had dreamt
them, that they weren't real. I thought maybe they disappeared because I was
awake now, and I had you to watch over me. You were all I ever needed, oniichan.
I was so happy to see you when I awoke, and I knew you were glad to see me as
well.
After that, I didn't give the voices any thought.
But then, a few nights ago, I started hearing them again. They came to me while
I slept. And they spoke to me while I was awake. They were as pleasant as I
remembered them.
And questions? Oh, they had so many!
They wanted to know how I was doing, and how you were. I told them everything
about you oniichan. That you were the most wonderful older brother in the world.
I told them where you lived, where you worked...everything.
I hope you're not mad at me for saying those things. I know you like to keep them private. But the voices assured me they were only interested in my well being and wanted me to be happy. And I was so very happy because I had you, oniichan.
But...I'm not very happy right now. Your face is all contorted -- your nose wrinkled and those strange lines on your forehead. You look like you're ready to
scream. Oniichan, are you angry with me?
Why won't you answer me?
Don't stare up at me so, oniichan. I said I was sorry. Can't you see that I'm
sorry? I can't stop crying. Say something. Please. Say something. Anything!
The voices have stopped. I can see clearly now. Things aren't as hazy. But my
eyes won't stop watering. My knees feel week. I'm falling to the floor.
Oniichan, why won't you say something?
My fingers are still shaking, the gun finally dropping to the floor. It feels
good to let it go. But...I think something's already gone wrong. My fingers
shake as they touch your face. You're so cold, onnichan. Your lips are turning
blue. Your skin is growing pale. There's a dark spot on that sweater I gave you
for your birthday. It's black against the orange material.
Did you spill something, perhaps at lunch?
I can't stop touching you. Move, please! I just want you to wake up. To smile
at me like you always do, tell me everything will be all right and hold me in
your arms.
But you won't wake up, will you?
You're not even breathing.
Oh God!
The voices are starting to talk again. They want me to pick up the gun again.
I'm scared, oniichan. I don't want to touch that gun. But my hands are moving
of their own free will. I can't stop myself from clutching it tightly, the
barrel pointed at my own head. My finger quivers over the trigger, my bottom
lip's shaking the same.
I want to cry. I can feel the tears in my eyes, making everything hazy again.
The voices are trying to console me. To tell me that everything will be all
right. That this is how it's supposed to be. And that I'll be happy.
But...I'm not so sure.
Oniichan, gomen nasai.
I hope you can forgive me.
KA-BANG!
~~OWARI~~