A Bohemian Tragedy
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,954
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Discovery
Past: Discovery
Youji watched in jealousy from the shadows as Aya pretended to fawn over Takatori. He knew it was an act, and he knew that deep down Aya truly hated the man, but it was still difficult for him to see Aya touching anyone else. He hurried over to where the two of them sat in front of the stage and leaned down to whisper in Aya’s ear.
“Uh, Aya… I haven’t quite finished writing that new scene, the, um, ‘Will the Lovers be Meeting at the Sitar Player’s Humble Abode’ scene, and I wondered if I might work on it with you later tonight.”
Takatori instantly became angered. “But my dear, I’ve arranged a magnificent supper for us in the Gothic Tower.”
Youji felt his hopes fall. “Well, it’s not important. We—we coworkwork on it tomorrow.”
Aya abruptly stood up, taking both men by surprise. “It cannot wait! ‘The Lovers Will be Meeting in the Sitar Player’s Humble Abode’ scene is the most important in the production. We will work on it tonight until I am completely satisfied.” He sent a secretive smile at Youji, who grinned back.
Takatori began to stutter. “B-b-but my dear. . .”
Aya turned his ice glare on Takatori, making him fall silent. “My dear Takatori, excuse me.” He then turned and walked away, going to join the other actors on the makeshift stage.
“I am sorry, Mr. Takatori,” Youji managed to hide his smile from the man as he walked away.
Fuming, Takatori quickly hunted Persia down and began to complain to his brother, ranting at him in the face of Aya’s dismissal. “Her affections are waning!”
Persia gasped. “Impossible!”
“I understand how important his work is to him, but he’s always at it with that damned writer.”
Persia glanced around for Aya and finally saw him. Standing in full view on the balcony over the stage. Kissing Youji.
Takatori continued. “If I don’t see him tonight, I’m very well leaving.”
“No dear brother!” Persia cried. “I’ll insist that Aya take the night off.”
“Good. Eight o’clock then. And he had better be there, brother.” Takatori turned and marched away, leaving Persia to stare aghast at Aya and Youji.
He watched in stunned silence as Youji finally released Aya and stepped away. Only then did he run for the stairs leading to the balcony to confront Aya.
Aya stopped, warned by the furious glint in Persia’s eyes.
“Are you mad? The Duke holds the deeds to the Moulin Rouge. He has your sister! He’s spending a fortune on you, he’s built you a beautiful new dressing room. He wants to make you a star. And you’re dallying with the writer?” Persia shouted, unable to keep his temper.
“Don’t be ridiculous..”
“I saw you together!”
Aya turns away, frantically trying to stay calm. “It’s nothing. It’s just an infatuation…it’s nothing.”
“The infatuation will end.” Persia bristled, walking closer. “Go to the boy. Tell him it’s over. The Duke is expecting you in the tower at eight.” He turned and moved away, leaving Aya alone.
Aya felt his chest tighten painfully. The room began to swim before his eyes. He couldn’t breathe, Persia’s words had cut him to the bone. Every breath he tried to drag in was a. H. Hnk tnk to his knees in the thick carpet, fingers curling into fists.
“If I should die this very moment, I wouldn’t fear,” he whispered as the world turned black. “For I’ve never known completeness, like being here.” And then he fell unconscious.
Present
How could I know, in those fatal days, that a force darker than jealousy, and stronger than love, had begun to take hold of Satine.
Aya had fainted again. Persia was pressed to find an excuse for why he had not visited Takatori in the Gothic Tower. Even after the news that Aya was dying, Persia could only think of how to save his own skin. He had risked Aya’s life before, he would do so now. He had to press on. The show would go on.
So while I waited in my small hotel room, feeling like I was trapped in a cage, and with no explanations whatsoever, Persia went to Takatori...
Youji watched in jealousy from the shadows as Aya pretended to fawn over Takatori. He knew it was an act, and he knew that deep down Aya truly hated the man, but it was still difficult for him to see Aya touching anyone else. He hurried over to where the two of them sat in front of the stage and leaned down to whisper in Aya’s ear.
“Uh, Aya… I haven’t quite finished writing that new scene, the, um, ‘Will the Lovers be Meeting at the Sitar Player’s Humble Abode’ scene, and I wondered if I might work on it with you later tonight.”
Takatori instantly became angered. “But my dear, I’ve arranged a magnificent supper for us in the Gothic Tower.”
Youji felt his hopes fall. “Well, it’s not important. We—we coworkwork on it tomorrow.”
Aya abruptly stood up, taking both men by surprise. “It cannot wait! ‘The Lovers Will be Meeting in the Sitar Player’s Humble Abode’ scene is the most important in the production. We will work on it tonight until I am completely satisfied.” He sent a secretive smile at Youji, who grinned back.
Takatori began to stutter. “B-b-but my dear. . .”
Aya turned his ice glare on Takatori, making him fall silent. “My dear Takatori, excuse me.” He then turned and walked away, going to join the other actors on the makeshift stage.
“I am sorry, Mr. Takatori,” Youji managed to hide his smile from the man as he walked away.
Fuming, Takatori quickly hunted Persia down and began to complain to his brother, ranting at him in the face of Aya’s dismissal. “Her affections are waning!”
Persia gasped. “Impossible!”
“I understand how important his work is to him, but he’s always at it with that damned writer.”
Persia glanced around for Aya and finally saw him. Standing in full view on the balcony over the stage. Kissing Youji.
Takatori continued. “If I don’t see him tonight, I’m very well leaving.”
“No dear brother!” Persia cried. “I’ll insist that Aya take the night off.”
“Good. Eight o’clock then. And he had better be there, brother.” Takatori turned and marched away, leaving Persia to stare aghast at Aya and Youji.
He watched in stunned silence as Youji finally released Aya and stepped away. Only then did he run for the stairs leading to the balcony to confront Aya.
Aya stopped, warned by the furious glint in Persia’s eyes.
“Are you mad? The Duke holds the deeds to the Moulin Rouge. He has your sister! He’s spending a fortune on you, he’s built you a beautiful new dressing room. He wants to make you a star. And you’re dallying with the writer?” Persia shouted, unable to keep his temper.
“Don’t be ridiculous..”
“I saw you together!”
Aya turns away, frantically trying to stay calm. “It’s nothing. It’s just an infatuation…it’s nothing.”
“The infatuation will end.” Persia bristled, walking closer. “Go to the boy. Tell him it’s over. The Duke is expecting you in the tower at eight.” He turned and moved away, leaving Aya alone.
Aya felt his chest tighten painfully. The room began to swim before his eyes. He couldn’t breathe, Persia’s words had cut him to the bone. Every breath he tried to drag in was a. H. Hnk tnk to his knees in the thick carpet, fingers curling into fists.
“If I should die this very moment, I wouldn’t fear,” he whispered as the world turned black. “For I’ve never known completeness, like being here.” And then he fell unconscious.
Present
How could I know, in those fatal days, that a force darker than jealousy, and stronger than love, had begun to take hold of Satine.
Aya had fainted again. Persia was pressed to find an excuse for why he had not visited Takatori in the Gothic Tower. Even after the news that Aya was dying, Persia could only think of how to save his own skin. He had risked Aya’s life before, he would do so now. He had to press on. The show would go on.
So while I waited in my small hotel room, feeling like I was trapped in a cage, and with no explanations whatsoever, Persia went to Takatori...