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WK Fic: (gift fic) What It's Worth
Aug. 29th, 2008 02:44 amThis is a little gift fic I wrote for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
genuinelie. She was kind enough to let me share it in here. =)
What It’s Worth
(a WK giftfic for genuinelie by tex-chan)
Warnings: Bad Language.
Summary: Sometimes, everyone feels like their life has hit a dead-end, and they have nothing to show for their efforts. No job is perfect, and that is doubly true for the Weiss boys. But friendship can often do the impossible: prove that even an assassin’s life has meaning.
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan’s genuine appreciation of Weiss Kreuz and its characters. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it.
Author’s Note: Written as a gift fic for Genuinelie, because I think she is an awesome writer and a wonderful friend. And, well … everyone needs cheering up sometime, right? Posted here with Genuinelie’s permission.
Aya stumbled down the deserted street. He was the kind of person who liked getting from the proverbial Point A to Point B as quickly as possible. Yohji always picked on him for being a “fast walker”; whenever he and Aya walked anywhere, Yohji never failed to kid him about it, joking that he was going to have to give up smoking just so he could keep up with Aya’s ground-eating stride. Aya couldn’t help but laugh under his breath as he thought about what Yohji would say, if he could see him now -- plodding along like a man five times his age, head down and struggling for the energy to put one foot in front of the other.
It had been a long night. Aya wondered how many times he had had this very same thought since becoming Weiss. In one way or another, they were all long nights, and the best he could come up with was that tonight had been no exception to that rule. And, at the same time, tonight had been worse than usual in many ways.
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genuinelie. She was kind enough to let me share it in here. =)Warnings: Bad Language.
Summary: Sometimes, everyone feels like their life has hit a dead-end, and they have nothing to show for their efforts. No job is perfect, and that is doubly true for the Weiss boys. But friendship can often do the impossible: prove that even an assassin’s life has meaning.
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan’s genuine appreciation of Weiss Kreuz and its characters. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it.
Author’s Note: Written as a gift fic for Genuinelie, because I think she is an awesome writer and a wonderful friend. And, well … everyone needs cheering up sometime, right? Posted here with Genuinelie’s permission.
Aya stumbled down the deserted street. He was the kind of person who liked getting from the proverbial Point A to Point B as quickly as possible. Yohji always picked on him for being a “fast walker”; whenever he and Aya walked anywhere, Yohji never failed to kid him about it, joking that he was going to have to give up smoking just so he could keep up with Aya’s ground-eating stride. Aya couldn’t help but laugh under his breath as he thought about what Yohji would say, if he could see him now -- plodding along like a man five times his age, head down and struggling for the energy to put one foot in front of the other.
It had been a long night. Aya wondered how many times he had had this very same thought since becoming Weiss. In one way or another, they were all long nights, and the best he could come up with was that tonight had been no exception to that rule. And, at the same time, tonight had been worse than usual in many ways.
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