[Weiß Kreuz] Cliché Title: Cliché Author:trio Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Pairing: Schuldig/Omi Prompt: Tears from Heaven Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is owned by Takehito Koyasu, Marine Entertainment, Project Weiß, and associated parties. Rating: PG Warnings and Notes: Strong language, angst
He is so temperamental. I mean, it's fucking cliché, me standing outside of his little apartment, half-dressed and barefoot, with a rumpled shirt in my arms and my shoes resting on top of it, staying right where he'd flung both as he kicked me out. It's fucking bullshit. But me thinking it and me doing something about it are two different things. Someone should bag up that little kitten and toss him into the ocean. Maybe then he'd be out of my hair for good.
I sigh, hanging the shirt on a nearby bit of fencing before moving to slip on one shoe. I don't even have time to juggle the other before the sky starts dripping - not an open, cleanse-the-world downpour, but instead little drips that don't do anything but get people annoyed. My shirt gets splotched as I finish with my shoes, and I hesitate over the shirt, but I know the whole while that not wearing it is something I just can't do right now. So fine... I shrug the shirt on, looking back at the door for a long moment as the rain speeds up a bit, splattering with more accuracy.
Finally, I turn away, thinking back over the day and how I even ended up here. Breakfast with Nagi and Brad - that's becoming a tradition for us, I think, as a fat raindrop landed on my cheek, sliding down. I scrubbed at it, scowling as I thought more. Lunch by myself, something I occasionally indulge in. And dinner... dinner with Omi. Dinner was delicious - right up until Omi started talking, and I couldn't ignore the words. And even then, everything was fine until that damned plea. 'Let's just be friends' my ass.
I pause, letting the rain soak into me for a few minutes as I think of that. Whatever he was afraid of, it couldn't actually change what I think.
I could feel the slow rain like tears soaking through my shirt, and I hesitate for a few minutes before finally turning back. So what if he thinks he can't cope with this...?