Groaning slightly from a stiff back, Yohji woke up.
This was why he hated sleeping in his lover’s bed.
There /had/ to be stone slabs in the mattress, under an inch or two of
padding. Chock it up to Aya’s
The blond sat up, glancing around the room for any
indication of the swordsman. Not a
thing. Evidently the man had woken
earlier and left. That wasn’t
exactly a good sign. Yohji had
gotten very skilled at catching Aya when the redhead wanted to sneak off, either
for work or personal reasons, and keeping him in bed a little longer.
Turning the man’s anger and frustration into desire always made for
explosive sex, and was the blond’s favorite way to start the day.
That the smaller man had managed to leave without disturbing his
boyfriend meant that he’d put an awful lot of effort into it.
Great, just great. It
looked like he wasn’t forgiven just yet. Yohji had hoped that would be the case, after last night.
While it had been a bit diabolical of him to take advantage of the
drugged and confused man, Aya most definitely had responded in a positive
manner. No matter what, the redhead
still desired him. Yohji’d just
have to keep working that angle until the quiet man gave up and let things
return to normal.
Searching for his clothes, the playboy found yet another
hint that Aya wasn’t happy with him. His
clothes were lying on the floor over by the closet, and not by the bed, where
he’d dropped them last night. Aya
must have kicked or tossed the clothes there.
Usually the neat freak would fold them and place them on a chair, dirty
or not, for the blond to find when he woke up.
Fuck. At least they hadn’t been thrown out, or cut up into little
shreds. The smaller man had a
distinct way of indicating his displeasure over something. Yohji had given his lover a sickeningly sweet cat plushie,
playing on his nickname for the man, shortly after their relationship had
started. Next exercise session, the
humorless assassin had used the toy for target practice.
Weiß had cleaned up polyester filling from the room for days afterward.
So this rated only as a two, possibly three on the ‘Fujimiya pissed off
scale’ of one through ten.
Clothes in hand, the blond strolled unconcernedly naked
down the hall to the bathroom. After
a long shower and stopping by his room for something to wear, Yohji sat at the
kitchen table for his morning coffee and cigarette.
He needed some time to fortify himself before heading on down to the
flower shop and confronting his kitten. Not
failing to note that there wasn’t any coffee ready for him, he wondered if
that particular snub came from Ken or Aya.
He could understand it if the redhead was responsible, but if dear sweet
Kenken was behind it, the two of them would be having a little tête-à-tête
real soon. It was getting very
tiring to put up with the brunet’s recent attitude.
Sure Yohji had screwed up the mission, but that wasn’t the first time a
member of Weiß had let his emotions get in the way of a job before.
But this animosity between the two of them was something that had been
building for the past several weeks, and the green-eyed man just wanted it to
end before someone got hurt. Meaning
Ken. Although Omi would give him
hell if he maimed or killed the brunet.
Caffeine and nicotine addictions appeased for the time
being, Yohji mentally prepared himself for battle and went off to deal with a
certain irascible Fujimiya. This
should prove to be real interesting.
Aya sat at his worktable, watching Ken handle the few late
morning customers. Having waken up
early, desperate to escape his bed and the blond sleeping in it, he had come
down to the Koneko and started on the orders for the day.
Ken had shown up an hour or so later and took care of
setting up the shop. The
redhead’s wounds weren’t quite ready for the physical labor the store
required before opening. And there was no way in hell he was going to take any more
pain pills, not with Yohji Kudoh about.
In between arranging flowers he had been obsessing over the
playboy, trying to figure out their fucked up relationship.
It was bad enough before dealing with an over-protective lover who
didn’t trust him not to get killed during a mission.
Now, after the blond’s confessions last night, he had to put up with a
highly possessive man who claimed to love him.
Things had /not/ improved.
As for the older man actually loving him, Aya was still
unsure about that claim. It was
quite evident that Yohji desired him, but love had little to do with that
emotion or obsession either. Was it
yet another of the blond’s tactics to throw him off-balance for his own
benefit? The playboy could be
manipulative as all hell when he put his mind to it.
However, the redhead had never once heard the man claim to love anybody
else beside Asuka. It was made
abundantly clear to the man’s many lovers that he wanted them, not loved them.
And he’d never been so possessive in regards to his flings.
Yohji had shown hints of an overprotective nature towards
Aya before, beginning with their last mission together. Which was right before
they had started sleeping with each other.
Since then it had surfaced whenever the older man found someone being
overly friendly to his boyfriend and during sex. Aya generally brushed off the man’s jealousy whenever a
stranger flirted with him, and had considered the man’s possessive ramblings
as gibberish spouted during the height of passion. But last night, spent from an intense session of lovemaking,
he had been shaken to the core to hear Yohji growl at him that he belonged to
the man, who wasn’t ever going to let him go.
That couldn’t be dismissed as mid-sex nonsense, not with those green
eyes blazing with obsession and the possessive grip he’d been wrapped in.
Clearly the other assassin was not going to let Aya break
off the relationship without one hell of a fight. And judging from the underhanded tactics Yohji had employed
last night, it would be an amazingly dirty battle.
The mere thought of the other man feeling as if he /owned/ Aya was more
than enough to inspire the redhead’s obdurate nature to end their association
then and there, but Weiß would unmistakably suffer from the fallout.
Which meant that one or both of the men would have to leave. Having
already lost two groups, one to a doomed mission and other because of its
temporary nature, he wasn’t so sure he could put up with a new team.
Besides, he’d been with this one for over a year now.
So that left Yohji being re-assigned, but he’d been with Weiß much
longer than Aya. Some how he
doubted that Yohji would let a little thing like Kritiker separating the couple
keep him from seeing his ‘kitten’ again.
And he called Aya pigheaded.
Options appearing more and more depressing, the redhead was
left trying to figure out what endeared people to romantic entanglements.
As far as he could tell, being involved with another person, besides
leading to sex and companionship, left one open to a lot of trouble and upset.
But maybe it had something to do with dating Kudoh alone.
‘Great, I really must be masochistic, as Yohji insists, to have fallen
for him instead of anybody else.’ In
addition to everything, he now had a headache.
Humming to himself as he entered the flowershop, Yohji
nearly collided with a cactus-carrying Ken.
“Watch where you’re going, Kudoh.
Seems to me someone needs to get prescription sunglasses.”
It certainly was a safe bet to assume the younger man was
still mad at him. “You should
realize by now, dear Kenken, that one doesn’t mess with perfection.
I’m fine just how I am,” Yohji
“Somehow I think there are a few people who would
disagree. I personally think that
Aya would find you much more attractive missing a body part or two.”
It was hard getting the last comment out, Ken was snickering quite a bit
towards the end.
Smug expression fading, the blond eyed his teammate over
the top of his shades. The brunet
had taken way too much pleasure informing him of that last bit. “What makes you think Aya’s mad at me? The man is perpetually angry at the world.
Who knows, maybe a certain baka left his sport equipment on the kitchen
Ken refused to think about that last bit.
By the time Aya was finished… /decimating/ was the only word that
accurately described it, his soccer gear, the brunet had to spend a week’s
salary on new equipment. And of
course it never crossed his mind to make the swordsman pay for the stuff.
Not when Aya spent several days giving him a look that without a doubt
expressed how much he wished it had been Ken he’d taken his sword to.
“Well, considering all I’ve heard from him this morning is
‘shi-ne’, ‘Kudoh’, and ‘hentai bastard’, it’s probably safe to
assume he means you.” It was the
athlete’s turn to sport a smug grin.
Fuck it, he’d finally had enough. “You have a problem with me, Hidaka? Something you want to bring to my attention, maybe?
Then do it, I’m getting pretty pissed off with your constant bitching
“Where do I begin? There’s
how you always manage to slack off at work, never do your chores, and generally
act as if the sole purpose of the rest of us is to cater to your whims.” A
part of Ken’s mind was trying to tell him this wasn’t the time or place for
the argument, but he’d been ticked off at the blond for too long to remain
quiet. “The fact that you act
like the whole damn property is your private boudoir, and how you treat your
boyfriend like a sex toy or something. And
let’s not forget you nearly getting your teammates killed the other night.
That’s just for starters.”
Yohji reached out and grabbed ahold of the athlete’s
sweatshirt. Those last two comments
were totally uncalled for. About to
jerk the younger man closer to his fist, he felt himself propelled backwards by
a pale hand shoving against his chest. Ken
received similar treatment, causing him to drop the cactus.
Aya glared furiously at both of the men as they regained their balance.
“There. Are. Customers. Present.”
He continued to glower at them, as the two men suddenly found something
of interest with the broken pottery on the floor.
“Hn.” Right arm wrapped
around his sore ribs, the redhead returned to the back of the shop.
“It’s your mess, you clean it up. I’m going to help the customers up front.”
Walking away from the irate brunet, Yohji decided the kid needed to take
a lesson in dirty looks from Aya. The
one he was receiving contained nowhere near the amount of vitriol his lover had
just directed their way. Assisting
the shop’s clients, the blond figured he’d give his redhead a little time to
cool down before talking to him.
Putting aside the broom and dustpan, Ken continued to glare
at the older assassin. He wondered
if he could find out where the blond was hiding his shampoo, ever since the
purple hair dye episode. As pissed
off as he was right now, he felt an urge to replace the cleanser with a really
strong depilatory. Thinking
such thoughts was all that kept him from charging after the infuriating
man, fists swinging.
“Hey, Aya. You
Well that certainly hadn’t taken long.
Aya estimated he’d only been back in the storeroom for three minutes
before Yohji noticed he was missing from up front.
“There you are, sweetie.
“I told you /not/ to call me that,” came the reply,
through gritted teeth. “I’m
trying to restock the decorative ribbons before I leave.”
And not kill his annoying co-workers, who’d been sniping at each other
all shift long.
Yohji could only smile down at the surly man, leaning
against a shelf. “Gonna visit
your sister, huh?”
out a spool of pink ribbons, the redhead looked over at the tall man. “What do
you want now?”
Shifting away from the wall, Yohji executed a formal bow
while offering his lover a forget-me-not flower. Eying the man apprehensively for a moment, Aya finally
reached out a slim hand and accepted the offering.
“What is this for?”
Running a hand through his shoulder length hair, the older
man sighed melodramatically. “Most
people aren’t so suspicious when their lover offers them a gift.”
“Most people’s lovers don’t take advantage of them
while they’re under the influence of medication.”
redhead never was one to pull his punches.
“Do you want me to add that to the list of things to apologize for?
Because to be quite honest, I’m not sorry for anything that happened
last night. I thought that you had
enjoyed yourself also.”
carefully placed the flower off to the side, and commenced to sort through the
ribbons once again. Spying a hand
moving towards his head, he quickly snatched the blond’s wrist and turned to
face him again. “What now?”
Stepping closer to the frowning man, Yohji used his free
hand to sweep back his lover’s bangs. “You
have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen, don’t know why you hide them
behind all this hair.” A look of
long suffering crossed Aya’s face. Smiling
wickedly, the blond couldn’t resist tugging on a long eartail.
Growling in response, Aya let go of the captured wrist to bat at the
other hand and stepped back as far as he could.
Which, given the shelf behind him, wasn’t far.
“If you’re just going to bother me, leave.”
“You always make things so difficult, you do know that,
don’t you?” Aya’s left
eyebrow rose in response to that statement.
Sighing once again, this time more softly, Yohji closed in on the space
between him and his kitten. “I
came back in here to see if you’ve come to any conclusion about us yet.”
“Why should you care what I’ve decided?”
Aya snapped back, voice laden with bitterness.
“I thought you weren’t ever letting me go.
So why does it matter what I think?”
Okay, the older man should have been expecting that.
There was no way in hell Aya was ever going to react well to being
treated like a possession. “I’m not going to say I lied last night, about anything,
but I’m very interested in what you want, love.”
“And if I want you to leave me alone from now on, and to
end our relationship?” Violet
eyes stared intently into green.
Once again reaching out for a crimson eartail, this time
Yohji wrapped it around his finger and used it pull Aya’s face close to his.
“If you can convince me that you truly, with every fiber of your being,
don’t want me anymore, then I will do my best to let you go.”
Shivering from the feel of warm breath caressing his face,
Aya closed his eyes. “But you
won’t promise, will you?” A
sudden tug on his hair made the swordsman open his eyes.
“I’ll never lie to you, kitten. I never have, not since this whole thing started.
And I’ll never promise you something I can’t keep.”
“What if I made you promise me to never repeat what
happened on the Teshi mission?”
Oh, you better be very, very careful here, the blond
thought to himself. Aya was obviously working towards something, about to make a
decision one way or the other. “Again,
I can’t promise you I’ll never mess around with mission protocol, not if I
really think you need some help. Just
like I wouldn’t let Omi or Ken get hurt if I could help it.
I can promise to have more faith in you, to try not to react without
thinking. I also don’t want a
repeat of the other night.” Aya
just gazed up at him, violet eyes wide and so incredibly solemn.
“ I think I can better promise the second thing than the first.”
“Yohji, if you screw up again, it won’t matter what I
want or decide. Kritiker will make
sure we’ll never see each other after that.
Manx was acting very suspicious yesterday, it’s safe to assume she
There was a lessening of pressure in the blond’s chest.
The heavy weight he’d been carrying there since the mission was slowly
lifting off. Aya wasn’t going to
break up with him. Not right now at
least. He wouldn’t be talking
like this if he was planning on that. “So
that just means we’ll have to be extra careful from now on, won’t we.”
Alright, what had he done to earn that shi-ne glare this time?
Oh, right, he’d dared to imply his lover would react in
an inappropriate manner during a mission. Well,
considering the Takatoris were dead and buried, maybe the redhead had a point.
“You telling me if I was wounded and pinned down during an assignment,
you’d still put the job first?”
“I’m saying that if you were ever stupid enough to let
that happen, the last person you’ll ever want to see is me.
You’d be much happier in the hands of the enemy.”
Which made perfect sense, at least in Aya-logic.
Bending his head down, Yohji whispered against his lover’s mouth.
“You’re such a romantic, Kitten.”
Shifting to completely cover Aya’s mouth with his, Yohji was a bit
stunned to feel fingers slide through his hair and jerk his head back.
“Listen to me, Kudoh.
I’ll only say this once. You
screw up like you did Tuesday night, and I truly won’t want anything to do
with you ever again. And there
won’t be any ‘trying’ to leave me alone.
You will or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.
Which won’t be long.” For
the life of him, Yohji couldn’t look away from his lover’s face.
Aya was deathly serious. “There
are a couple of things about this relationship that I’m not real happy about
at the moment, but we’ll deal with them after this mission is finished.
Understand?” He couldn’t
believe he was giving in to the blond, that all his logic and concerns were
being ignored. ‘True love’.
He wondered if Yohji had really meant that when he’d gifted him with
the flower. It wasn’t like they
had many of them in the store.
soon as Aya released his hold on Yohji’s hair, the blond leaned in and set
about kissing the man breathless with a startling intensity.
Aya was still his, and he wasn’t going to allow anything to change that
A small eternity later, the two men broke apart, desperate
for air. As Yohji ran his hands
around and inside the top of Aya’s pants, Aya gasped, “You should get back
to work. It’ll only piss Ken off
some more if you stay in here any longer.”
Yohji growled as he nipped at the redhead’s ear, hands
busy unclasping the man’s belt. “I’d
say fuck Ken and his attitude, but it’s you I really want to do that to.
Now. Let the bastard get
mad, he’s just jealous he isn’t getting any.”
It was a struggle as they tried to take off each other’s shirts at the
“An amazingly in-depth ana-ohhh… analysis.”
The smaller man shuddered as Yohji’s warm hands grasped his cock.
“I like the in-depth idea.
Turn around, love.” Aya
grabbed at Yohji’s hair again, dragging him down for a searing kiss before
complying. Bracing himself against
the shelf, he moaned as the blond leaned against him, searching for something on
the top shelf. Object found, Yohji
chuckled against the back of his lover’s neck.
“Be thankful Omi hasn’t found this one yet.” Pushing the smaller man’s pants down, Yohji opened the
bottle of lube and coated two fingers. He
entered first the one, then the other inside his lover as he desperately fumbled
with the zipper of his pants with his free hand.
Aya’s moans and pleas to speed things up weren’t making the task any
His erection finally freed from his pants, Yohji quickly
slathered the lubricant all over the hard shaft. “Kudoh, if you’re going to do something, do it /now/.”
Aya snarled over his shoulder at the older man.
“So impatient, heh kitten?
Easy, don’t want you to hurt anything.”
Chuckling again at the growling sound the normally reserved man was
producing, Yohji grasped slim hips and slowly pushed himself inside of his
lover. Just like every time he did
this, the sensation of heat and tightness overwhelmed him, urging him to just
shove his way in and stay like that forever.
Resting his head on the redhead’s shoulder, he forced himself to take
it slow, moving deeper inch by inch. Once
he was fully seated inside, he just paused, lost in the feelings.
Aya pushed back against him, head thrown back and voice
raspy. “Yohji, please…”
Coming back to himself, the blond pulled back until he was
almost completely out of that tight canal and shoved all the way back in.
One hand wrapping around Aya’s waist to pump the man’s erection in
time with his thrusts, the other was braced on a shelf to prevent the injured
man from being pushed into the hard surface.
His mouth busy kissing and nibbling on the mewling man’s neck and
shoulders, Yohji kept thrusting faster and faster.
He just couldn’t control himself, what with listening to the sounds Aya
was making as he pressed himself back against him.
Body tensing and a moan strangling in his throat, Aya came
across his chest and Yohji’s hand. Yohji
continued to thrust several more times before he too was overcome and orgasmed
deep inside the redhead’s clenched body. Content to rest against his lover as his breathing and heart
beat slowed down to normal, the blond remained immobile until he felt his lover
shift back. “Mmm, something
“My leg. Need
to move, it’s cramping up.” Pulling
back and out of the smaller man, Yohji wrapped a steadying arm around Aya’s
waist. Once assured the man could
stand on his own, he shifted over and nabbed a roll of paper towels.
Cleaning his hand off and wiping the sweat from his chest, he tossed the
roll over to limping assassin.
Cleaning up and repairing their attire in silence, Yohji
glanced at his lover and felt a wide grin split his face.
“And you wonder why I call you kitten.
You look like a cat that got into the aviary after hours.”
There was that satisfied smile, just short of a smirk, hovering on
“Hn. I want
a shower now.”
“Don’t tease me, I have to go out and finish my shift.
And no Omi for relief today. Want
to place a wager on when I finally snap and strangle Ken?”
“That’s if he doesn’t gut you as soon as you walk out
there.” Limping over to his
boyfriend, Aya placed a hand on the blond’s arm.
Yohji looked down, a smart reply on his lips, only to forget it at the
somber air about the quiet man. “You
know I’m serious about everything I said earlier, right?”
Running his hands through that improbable hair, Yohji
nodded. “Don’t worry, lover.
I’m not going to do anything to risk losing you.”
Continuing to stare intently into emerald hued eyes for
another minute, Aya eventually turned away, lips tight, and limped over to the
pile of ribbon. He tucked the
spools under one arm before gently picking up the flower Yohji had given him.
Not looking back, he made his way out of the room.
Looking into his closet, Aya tried to decide what he would
wear for the mission. His cover was
Kiyoshi Asao, a graduate student of international business.
Settling on black cotton slacks and a clingy, long sleeve silk t-shirt
that matched the color of his eyes, the redhead started to dress.
Energetic bouts of sex didn’t seem to be doing his wounds any favors,
but at least they made him forget about the pain for a while.
It looked as if he’d be spending the night sitting at the bar.
It had been decided that for this mission, all three of the
older assassins would stake out a club at the same time, while Omi worked on the
leads obtained in the stolen data. Since
it was obvious that someone had tipped off their target earlier in the week, and
remembering the near disaster from the Aso mission, it was decided that there
would be adequate back-up at all times for the assignment.
Weiß would canvass one of the suspected clubs for a night or two, see
what they could find, and then move on down the list until they had a target.
Hopefully it wouldn’t take long before they lucked out, Kritiker was
very antsy about this mission for some reason.
Clothes changed, the swordsman was picking up his hair
brush when he heard the knock on his door.
Omi walked into the room, plainly nervous about something.
The youth paused, eying the redhead’s outfit with a critical eye.
“You look good, should blend in with the crowd.”
did everyone assume he couldn’t dress himself?
Just because he didn’t put a lot of effort or concern in the matter
unless he had to didn’t mean he couldn’t dress properly for the occasion.
“Aya-kun, I need to talk to you about something.”
Noting that he had the older man’s complete attention, Omi stumbled on.
“Yesterday, when Manx was here, well, uhm, she sorta indicated that she
knew something was going on.”
That was not a comforting thought, even though Aya had
suspected it. “She knows about
Kudoh and I?”
“Maybe not the two of you exactly, but she figures that
the problems lately stem from Yohji dating someone on the team.
She suggested it was you or Ken, I really don’t think she cares who it
is, since it was Yohji who screwed up last time.”
the woman, it looked as if Yohji would be transferred the second there was
another failed mission. Manx did
not take Omi being injured very well, especially when due to his teammate’s
Omi kept gazing at the quiet man, trying to deduce his
thoughts. Aya was always so hard to
read, especially when dealing with a private matter. “Uh, Aya-kun, what will you do if she splits up the
was an angry bite to that word, one that belied the blank expression on that
Mouth opening in shock, the teenager thought about that
comment for a minute. He’d been
willing to bet that Aya would fight to remain with his friends and lover, but
the youth had forgotten the redhead’s unwavering ability to put others’
welfare before his own. “You
won’t do anything because of Aya-chan, huh?”
There was no response, but Omi didn’t need one.
The redhead just stood there, fingering the dangle earring he always
wore. “Family is very important,
“Well, I better let you finish getting ready.
Please try to keep an eye on Yohji tonight, and Ken too.
They both have been acting a little strange lately.”
That was an understatement. Omi
walked out of the room, brain in overdrive as he thought over an idea that had
appeared at the end of his discussion with Aya.
Family /was/ very important, and there was no way he’d let Kritiker
tear his apart. Maybe now he’d be
able to do something about that. Once
out the door, he bumped into Yohji. Oh
“Yohji-kun, do you really think that tight leather pants
and,” pausing to take in the shirt a bit better, much to his regret, “an
almost see-through shirt is what Hayami Senjurō, junior salaryman on the
rise, would wear out in public?” Especially
when one considered it was the blond’s normal clubbing attire, and he was
about as far away from a junior salaryman as possible.
“What can I say, Senji is a real party animal,
particularly after spending all day in a boring black business suit.
Besides, it’ll drive the women wild.”
How did the man walk in pants that tight?
Among other things. And that
attitude. No wonder Weiß’s redhead had so many headaches lately.
Thinking of which. “The women, or Aya?”
Yohji just smirked as he flicked back his hair.
The violet tint went real well with the gold colored top he was wearing.
“I’ve got Aya, no reason to drive him anymore wilder than I already
The man in question stood in his doorway, arms crossed over his chest as
he regarded his two roommates with a frigid gaze. Omi sweat-dropped, and beat a hasty retreat.
Let Yohji deal with the irate man, he was too young to die right now.
“Heh, hey there lover.
I need to get you one of those cat collars with a bell, you’re just too
quiet and sneaky for words.” Why
was it Aya always caught the conversation at the worst possible point?
Following the man back into his room, Yohji couldn’t tear
his eyes away. After a close
inspection of the smaller man’s wardrobe, he had dragged his protesting lover
off for some clothes shopping. Citing
that the redhead needed new outfits to wear on undercover missions was the only
way to get the man to part with his money and buy something. Yohji would have gladly bought the clothes himself, but Aya
had flatly refused. The violet top
had been a piece that the blond had picked out, drooling over the mental image
of how the swordsman would look in it. It
figured his kitten would finally wear it on a mission when he would have to
spend the night gazing on him from afar, waiting hours before he could drag Aya
home and rip it off him. “You
just love driving me crazy, don’t you?”
Judging from the perplexed look in those gorgeous eyes, Aya
had no clue what he was talking about. “Nevermind.
You ready for tonight?”
no screw ups tonight Balinese, or that’s it.”
Joy oh joy, the kitten was in Abyssinian mode.
“I told you I wouldn’t forget. Jeez,
just because I’m a natural blond, doesn’t mean I’m a total idiot.”
No response. Okay, that was
it, Aya had just passed up a chance to insult him.
He wanted the man back /now/. “Come
here, Kitten, and give me a good luck kiss.”
Aya just gracefully side-stepped those reaching arms and
left the room. “Behave.
Growling softly, Yohji followed the man.
One of these days he was going to have a discussion with the powers that
be over giving his lover a body like that and a kill switch on his libido.
It just wasn’t fair.
Schuldig surveyed the place, liking what he saw.
A club full of pathetic sacks of flesh, desperate to have a good time
before resuming their tedious everyday lives.
No wonder Esset had chosen the place to test the new drug.
These people tried to pretend that they knew how to act wild and crazy,
but in fact were just a bunch of repressed norms seeking oblivion in sex,
alcohol and drugs. The telepath was
here in part to observe the drug’s affect on the unknowing test subjects.
Not even Schwarz knew why their employers were so interested in
‘Sybil’, at least everyone but Crawford didn’t, and the clairvoyant
wasn’t sharing. The staid
American had sent his personal pain in the ass down here tonight to gain the
information for Esset, and for another, more enjoyable reason.
Weiß would be showing up, and the German was to mess with their minds.
Not to do permanent damage, well, at least not much, nor to kill them.
Crawford had been quite explicit on the matter.
Schuldig was to just shake the kittens up and throw them off balance.
Which was something he would gladly do anyways, so he wasn’t sure why
his ice-cube of a leader had stressed how far he was allowed to go.
The icy prick wanted Weiß alive for some reason, yet another thing he
wasn’t letting his team know.
Walking around the place, drink in hand and randomly
tossing out amusing (to him) compulsions on the unsuspecting throng, Schuldig
finally came across one of his favored prey.
Poor little Siberian. He was
currently trying to fend off the hands of an over-inebriated secretary who was
claiming a passion for cute, athletic brunets.
Sniggering to himself, the telepath reached into that drunken mind and
tweaked up her sex drive a bit. In
response, the woman intensified her assault.
Siberian’s desperation grew, as he refused to run away from the woman.
Easily reading the distracted assassin’s thought, Schuldig smirked over
how the poor fool’s pride, ‘I’m an assassin dammit, I can handle a little
girl’, wouldn’t let him flee for safety.
That and the fact he’d overheard the female talking to her friends
about a new drug.
Schuldig delved even deeper into the brunet’s mind.
Finding out all that the kittens knew about their new assignment, which
was remarkably little, he was surprised to find a deep well of anger and
jealously, all directed towards Balinese. Remembering
how the assassin had been mad at his teammate the other night, the long haired
man investigated further. And
swore violently when he came across an image of the blond fucking Abyssinian on
a couch. Abyssinian. /His/
Kätzchen. That fucking
Schwanzlutscher, fooling around with Schuldig’s property.
The telepath had put a lot of time and effort into the deliciously warped
redhead. Hell, he /owned/ him.
It was the German who had let him live, three years ago, when he should
have killed him. All so he could
savor and play with the younger man. And
now Balinese had waltzed in and snatched him away.
Teeth grinding together in anger, the telepath continued to
pick Siberian’s brain. So, it was
a recent event, and things were a bit shaky between the couple.
Good, that would give him some ammunition to use against his enemies.
By the time he was done, Weiß wasn’t going to be able to give Schwarz
any trouble at all. That fucking
bastard Crawford. He must have seen
this, which was why he didn’t want Schuldig to dig too deep the other night. And why he expressly ordered the German not to kill anybody.
Cursing under his breath, Schuldig set out to find the other assassins.
That Flachwichser Balinese had to be here somewhere, it would be a real
treat to rip the blond’s head apart to get the information he needed.
Maybe he couldn’t shred the man’s psyche the way he wanted, but he
could give the Warmduscher a headache he soon wouldn’t forget, and use the
gained knowledge to bring his Kätzchen to heel.
Kudoh charm at full intensity, Yohji flirted shamelessly
with a young woman wearing too much makeup and not enough clothes.
Although his hormones weren’t complaining about that last bit; if one
was going to show off one’s body, at least it should be a good one.
And dear little Mika obviously worked out quite a lot.
It was also becoming rather obvious that the woman strongly
believed in having a good time. The
blond wondered if one of her favorite ways of having fun was taking ‘Sybil’.
Yohji’d developed an interest in the young woman after he’d seen several men
wave to or try to say hi to her, only to have her look at them in confusion and
ignorance. He’d already noticed
that once or twice in their conversation the woman had talked about the
fantastic time she’d had this night or that weekend, and then would be vague
on what she had done. Her light
brown eyes would become distant, and faint frown lines mar her forehead.
‘Almost as if she couldn’t remember them, and that’s one of the
drug’s side effects.’ It was
nice to know that his detecting skills still came in handy.
He’d taken such pride in developing them, a lifetime ago.
“It must be so frustrating, Senji dear.
Someone as interesting as you, slaving away behind a desk all day.
You have any interesting habits to help relieve all that boredom?” Mika lifted a hand to toy with a stray lock of almost blond
hair, and let it fall, brushing against the assassin’s chest on the way back
The blond applauded the move. If he’d still been single, this was the type of woman he
loved to have a fling with, one out looking for a good time with no strings
attached. About to respond back,
his eyes shifted across the club until lighting on Aya. The redhead had spent the night so far sitting at the bar,
nursing weak drinks while paying attention to the conversation around him. And
fending off various attempts to pick him up.
Which, judging from the scowl on his face, was happening once again.
A woman was leaning rather close to the reserved man, infringing on his
personal space. Yohji counted her
to be at least the eighth female to try engaging the man in a conversation
tonight, and there had also been a couple of men.
Each time he’d spied one of these interactions, the playboy had to
force himself to remain where he was and not interfere.
Yohji doubted Aya would react well to a jealous boyfriend showing up
suddenly to ‘rescue’ him, especially one he’d just forgiven over similar
Mika all but forgotten, Yohji found himself staring at his
lover as a headache slowly built up inside his head. He reflected back on the past several weeks, ever since their
relationship had started. Images
filled his head, of them fighting, making love, everyday things and the
fantasies he entertained at times of what he wanted to do to his lover.
The pain kept building as his thoughts focused more and more on the
redhead, until it was an almost blinding intensity.
Unconsciously, he took a step in Aya’s direction, but a hand reached
out and stopped him.
“Senji dear, is something wrong? You just blanked out there.”
Mika looked up in concern at the man’s pale face, and then back over
her shoulder towards where he had been heading.
Nothing of interest back there, just the bar. She directed her gaze back at the gorgeous man she’d been
trying to pick up. He really
didn’t look well right now. “Are
Pain ebbing from his mind ever so faintly, Yohji rubbed at
his temples with shaking hands. What
the hell had come over him? “Just
a migraine, I get them from time to time.”
Which was a lie, but the blond couldn’t explain why his head was
suddenly killing him. He needed to
get outside, away from the crowd and the noise, and if things didn’t improve,
try and drive home. The urge to go
back to the Koneko was almost as overwhelming as the pain. “Sorry, honey, but I need to get home. See you again?” Hardly
waiting for the woman’s eager nod, he turned around to leave the club, legs
Trying to make it out of the place as quickly as he could,
the lanky man failed to notice a long haired foreigner smiling evilly in his
The club was loud, packed, overheated, and all in all a
miserable experience for Weiß’s leader.
One day he would discover that Kritiker sent him on these missions as
some sort of long, drawn out torture. He
was sitting at the bar, toying with a drink as his ears strained to catch the
conversation around him. In front
of him were several drinks, all bought by someone else and summarily ignored
once the bartender gave it to him. Even
if the swordsman had much of a head for alcohol, there was no way in hell he was
going to drink them. Not after what
had happened the last time he accepted a drink from a stranger.
The redhead didn’t even bother to lift his head and look in the
direction the bartender indicated the drink came from.
Why did these people keep pestering him?
There was a club full of people eager to hook up with a willing stranger,
what was so special about him?
Straightening up, Aya once again quickly scanned the bar.
Something was wrong, he just didn’t know what.
The feeling had been there ever since he’d walked into the place.
He managed to spot Ken chatting with a couple of guys off by the pool
tables, but Yohji was nowhere to be found.
He wondered what the blond was up to.
Failing to find any other reason for his unease, he returned to his
eavesdropping. So far he’d
overheard several references about the new drug, and suspected a few patrons of
having taken it. Now he was hoping
to catch some word of who was dealing it. Unexpectedly
another drink was placed in front him. He
glared up at the bartender, who just shrugged his shoulders and turned away.
What was with these people?
Attention focused on the discussion to the left of him, the
redhead once again had a sense of unease. About
to push away from the bar, his body tensed as somebody leaned against him.
Warm air brushed against his ear. “Hello,
<Interesting thoughts there, Abyssinian.
Maybe I’ll take you up on the offer.>
It was so hard to control the overpowering urge to turn
around and try to kill the man. Which
would be sheer stupidity, since he didn’t have a weapon ready and there were
plenty of witnesses. Not to mention
the likelihood of the rest of Schwarz being nearby.
<Heh heh. You
always were a smart kitty. Don’t
want to hurt all the innocent bystanders, do we.
Which I assure you, unless you behave and just sit there, will most
definitely happen. And don’t look
to your teammates for help, Siberian is occupied, and Balinese is on his way
home right now.>
do you want?” Aya snarled.
“Why are you here?” In this bar.
In Tokyo. In Japan.
Anywhere else besides the hell you truly deserve, he thought.
An evil chuckle filled his left ear, as the German leaned
in even more, arms braced on the bar on either side of the furious man.
<Not a nice thought there, kitty.
So nice to see that some things never change.>
“Can’t a man just go out by himself and have a good time?
Had such an enjoyable stay the last time I was here, thought I’d pay
Tokyo another visit. What are you
‘As if you don’t already know.’ Besides that thought, Aya didn’t respond in any other way,
body stiff and violet eyes glowing with a ferocious rage. One that was reflected in his mind, making it hard for the
telepath to catch any more thoughts.
“Ahh, meine weiße Kamelie, do you have any idea how much
I’ve missed you?” Schuldig
rubbed his cheek against the crimson strands of his toy’s hair, lost in the
physical and mental feel of the swordsman.
He ignored the muttered ‘shi-ne’, concentrating on better things.
All that delicious emotion, storming around with a bruising intensity,
locked inside a body that was so still and perfect it appeared as if made from
Aya, then Ran, had first caught Schuldig’s attention with
his ability to spot the German, who should have been lost in a crowd, waiting
for the bomb he’d planted to go off. But
the youth had noticed him, and recognized him again after the explosion.
This had intrigued the telepath. Enough
so to probe the distraught young man’s mind, and to be delighted by what
he’d found in there.
If Ran Fujimiya had been raised by almost any other
culture, he wouldn’t have been so exquisite to the telepath’s senses.
It was clear that from a very early age the boy had strongly felt every
emotion, and been quickly taught to suppress them so as to conform to the image
his family thought a proper Japanese male should be.
One who was calm, reserved, in control.
One who wouldn’t stand out from the crowd anymore so than he already
did due to his unusual coloring. That
red hair and violet eyes made his parents’ reaction all the harsher.
So poor little Ran had grown up, internalizing all those powerful
emotions, with no other outlet to express them besides his precious imouto.
It had been such a delightful shock to find the wellspring
of emotions bubbling deep inside the shell shocked boy.
The pain of losing his family, of his precious sibling being hurt before
his eyes, and the budding rage at whoever had done such a thing.
Add to that a faint sense of guilt, that he was still alive when
everything he loved was gone, a guilt that Schuldig had surreptitiously fed when
he found himself not wanting to kill the surviving Fujimiya.
So he let the youth live, eager to see what he’d grow into.
Oh, what a wonderful surprise it had been, to discover Ran
turned into Aya/Abyssinian, Schuldig’s enemy.
Almost all of the gentler feelings burned away by rage and an
all-encompassing thirst for revenge, laced throughout by a powerful guilt and
self hate at always being the one to survive, when all his betters died.
Such an intoxicating mix. To
finally come across one’s mirror image. Here
was a person who felt all the things that Schuldig couldn’t anymore.
Someone who could match him, evil deed to evil deed, yet still feel a
sense a guilt. The Japanese boy had
become a murderer, and would do so much more if needed, all in the name of his
sister. The telepath briefly
wondered if Kritiker ever realized what they had obtained, if they were ever
tempted to use the swordsman for something other than just assassination.
Abyssinian would do whatever it took to protect and heal his sister,
anything at all. Even if he
hadn’t realized this yet.
Yet deep deep down there had been a small piece of
innocence, at least until that fucker Kudoh had gotten his claws into the
redhead. Hissing in anger, Schuldig
bit down on the silent man’s neck, just below his left ear.
<Naughty naught Abyssinian. I
know what games you’ve been up to lately, you and that whore Balinese.>
Tightening his arms around Aya, the telepath felt him trembling with
Briefly licking at the bite mark, the German commenced
whispering in violet eyed man’s ear again.
“I’m really disappointed, you sullying yourself with a piece of trash
like that. My weiße Veilchen no
more, not since that Schwanzlutscher had his way with you. And you actually love him, don’t you. It was all there in that depraved mind of his, crowing over
the fact that he got Aya Fujimiya, the ice prince himself, to allow him into his
bed and heart. Not very smart of
you, Knuddelhäschen, I expected better of you.”
You.” It was getting
harder and harder for Aya to think of anything but wrapping his hands around the
German’s throat and never letting go.
“Poor poor Aya. Things
haven’t been going your way lately, have they?
You were much too easy on the whore, I’d never have forgiven so
quickly, not after what he did.” <I mean really, doubting that you could
take care of yourself. Doesn’t he
realize that is all you are, a perfect little assassin.
Murder comes so easily to you, doesn’t it?
How much longer until he realizes you’re not even remotely human
anymore?> “Is that why you let
him fuck you?”
“Shut up.” Aya
focused on the glasses in front of him, trying to drown out the voice drilling
inside his head. He’d give
anything at that moment to have his katana in hand, to be able to whirl around
and silence that voice forever. Why
did the fucker have to constantly mess with him?
<Because you are just so incredibly delicious.
Such a feast for the senses. Even
Kudoh could tell you that. That’s
why he won’t ever let you go. Why
he’ll use that love of yours to keep you by his side, a perfect little toy for
him to enjoy until he gets bored. You
love much too strongly, Kätzchen, and he’s taking advantage of that fact.
Just you wait and see, he’ll keep on hurting you, so sure of the fact
you’ll never leave him. Just like
you’ll never leave your poor sweet sister.
How’s she been doing? Have
any good conversations with her lately? All
that blood on your hands, and she just lays there, oblivious to the world.>
‘Get out of my head, you bastard.’ Aya was gripping the glass in his hand so tightly he was
surprised it hadn’t shattered yet. Schuldig
noticed this and deftly plucked it away, and wrapped his arms around the younger
Oh he couldn’t get enough of the man.
This was why he let Crawford deal with Abyssinian when Weiß and Schwarz
clashed. He could so get lost in
the maelstrom within the swordsman. “Is
there an optional place I can get into, instead?
Wouldn’t that make Kudoh jealous?”
The German laughed at the growling sounds Aya produced.
<So passionate, aren’t we? Maybe
I’ve put off finding out just how much you are for too long. Think of me when Balinese finally betrays your trust.
I can show you things he’s never thought of.
And I know just how much of a monster you truly are, and don’t care.
He’ll never be able to love that part of you.>
Kissing the younger man on the side of his neck, Schuldig
murmured, “It’s always so much fun spending time with you, meine weiße
Kamelie. We must do this again,
real soon. It’s been so boring
not being able to play with you. Taa.”
He gave the assassin’s wounded side a painful squeeze, leaving the man
gasping and unable to prevent his departure.
Deciding it would be in his best interest to leave the bar for a little
bit, Schuldig made for the door, pausing for a moment to plant a little seed in
As soon as he was able to, Aya spun around on his stool.
Searching the crowd, he found no sign of the German.
Damn the man. He wanted to
chop something into tiny, bloody pieces. Preferably
someone with long reddish hair and a German accent.
He had to get out of here, and warn Ken. There was no telling if Schuldig was still here, along with
the rest of Schwarz. He remained
seated until he spotted Ken. Moving
towards the brunet, he brushed up against him and in a low tone of voice said
“leave, /now/.” The man’s
startled expression barely registered, since Aya kept walking towards the door.
Yohji sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of tea and
waiting for his lover to arrive. After
taking a handful of headache medicine, he decided to try one of the blends Aya
drank when he had a headache. It
seemed to be working, the blond was able to focus on small objects finally, and
stand bright lights. Omi was by the
coffee maker, debating another cup of coffee.
He wanted to do a bit more research on the internet, but didn’t want to
be up that much longer.
Both men were startled to see Aya walk into the room,
appearing as if carved from ice and fire. Yohji
couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen the man this furious.
He fervently hoped it wasn’t over anything he’d done.
The redhead just sat down at the table.
He didn’t seem surprised to find his boyfriend home already.
After a minute, Yohji shoved the rest of his tea over to the silent man.
“Aya, is something wrong?
I didn’t expect you home for some time yet.”
The swordsman just shook his head. “Wait for Ken.” He
then gazed intensely at his lover, searching his face. “What happened to you?”
The blond smiled a little at the brief flash of concern.
“I don’t know, suddenly came down with a migraine or something.
Damn inconvenient, I’d just found a promising lead.”
again, the man didn’t seem to be taken back by the bit of news.
The next ten minutes were very tense, as the three
assassins waited for Ken to arrive. Yohji
wondered just how badly Aya had broken the speed limits on his way home. Staring
at his lover, he noticed a suspicious bruise on the man’s neck.
Almost like a hickey or a bite. Opening
his mouth and ask what the hell the smaller man had been up to, he was abruptly
silenced by the look Aya gave him. As
if it would be worth the blond’s life if he asked right now.
Yohji settled back into his chair, internally seething.
Damn it, where the hell was that idiot?
He wouldn’t be able to get any answers out of his kitten until Ken
showed up. Shortly after this,
pounding footsteps announced the arrival of their missing teammate.
“Aya, what’s wrong?
Why did you want me leave the club?
And what the hell got into you, Yohji, taking off early like that?
Can’t you take any mission seriously?”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than bust my
balls all the time, Hidaka?” Yohji
was all too willing to vent his frustration on the younger man.
“/Shut up./” The
iciness of that voice prevented Ken from yelling back at the blond, and everyone
focused their attention on Aya. Who
just glared back at them. It was
Omi who finally breached the awful silence.
“Aya-kun, what happened earlier tonight?”
“Schwarz is back.”
Nobody knew what to say after that.
Pretty much assume the things Schuldig called Yohji were
rather nasty in nature. I’m told
by the incomparable Kabuki they lose things in translations, so I won’t
bother. Just use your imagination.
I’m sure it’s up to the challenge.
Weiße Kamelie – white camellia – the flower translation I’m using is ‘perfect loveliness’.
Forget-me-not – ‘true love’.
Weiße Veilchen – white violet – purity.
Kätzchen – kitten (go figure)
Knuddelhäschen – snugglebunny (have to call the poor boy something other than ‘kitten’ all the time, don’t I?)
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