Turning Tables

AC: This is a bit fragmented, but for good reason. I just hope that you all like, I'm trying to keep them in character as much as possible. I know there's more after Gluhen, but I have not seen it so this is my version. Comments, reviews, cussing me out...anything more than welcome! For it is the reason why I write, to give pleasure to readers! More chapters to come!

Disclaimer: I do not own these guys, and girl. I just wish I did.


Cold metal, white fluffy snowflakes, warm crimson blood spilling through his fingers, those were all the things he knew, all he would know until the blackness he was fighting off overcame him. The Abyssinian was dying this way. Dying from a little kid, coming up to give him a hug. A hug with a knife.

The former leader of Weiss, the ice cold Abyssinian, was dying alone on a street against a metal trash can. Trash. That’s all he was now. His revenge was complete, his sister was awake and happy, and he was no longer a part of anything.

Abyssinian is to Trash as Death is to…what?

He shifted forward, his body tightening as the blackness again attacked him. Blood, spurted between his fingers from his abs, staining the concrete in front of him. The long haired man moaned lightly, the people passing by in their busy lives not paying any attention.

People he had saved from a dark night with dark beasts.

“Oy, you alright there?”

A golden hand was laid over his shoulder. Violet eyes recognized those long digits far before the question registered. That voice, a voice that brought a slight smirk to the pale lips of the red head.

“Yohji.” He whispered.

“Eh? No, sorry. Come one let’s get you to a shelter.” The blonde bent down, shifting his brief case to help the guy up. He then saw the blood. Quicker than he could think of what he was doing he was dragging the bleeding man to the hospital. Aya. He had one of the stranger’s arms over his shoulders. His own arm around the thin waist of the pale man, shorter than he, but he could feel the powerful muscles still. “Aya.”

The name seemed so familiar even as it fell from his mouth. For a moment he felt as he knew the weight of the man draped over him. The scent of flowers wafted up out of the recesses of his memory. “Aya?”

The red head nodded slightly, trying to focus. He expected Omi to come, his small frame and bright eyes worrying over his leader like a mother hen fixing him while they were on the move. And Ken, covering their backs, asking questions of what happened or if he was going to be alright. Energetic Ken moving back and forth, protecting all three from enemies already dead, but one never knew if they wouldn’t come back to life.

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Violet eyes slid open slowly, blinded by bright white walls and ceiling. Senses awoke, hearing the steady beeping of machines, people moving out in the hall; feeling the rough fabric of hospital bed sheets and soft fingers against his cheek. Those light eyes focused on the nurse smiling down at him. “Where?”

”You’re in the hospital; my husband found you and brought you here.”

“Husband?”

”He’s awake.” She turned her head, talking to a blonde that had dozed off in the corner of the room. “Don’t bother him too much.” She smiled and bent down to give her man a chaste kiss, blushing a little as his hands lovingly wandered over her ass and breast.

Silence reigned for a long time after she had left. The man on the bed shifted to look at the blonde in the corner. They looked at each other, violet eyes meeting emeralds.

“You called me Yohji on the street.”

“Yes.”

“But…that’s not my name…”

“Yes, it is.”

“So you’re…Aya?”

“You knew me as that, once, a long time ago.” The red head took a deep breath, feeling the pain, dulled by drugs, shoot up from his stomach with the action. He began breathing regularly, still looking at Yohji. Omi had said he had lost the blonde after the accident. This would explain why, Yohji was no longer Yohji. “It was a different life.”

“A different life?” The blonde stood, moving the chair over to the bed to glare at the red head on the bed. “Tell me!”

“Why? Aren’t you happy?”

Emerald eyes sparked, “I was…I am, but now I’m not completely happy. I feel like I’ve lost something important.” He stared at ‘Aya’. “They tell me you’ve been hurt many times. They told me that as well. They told me that it looks as if we were both criminals or part of a police force or something like that. Is that true?”

“No. Not exactly.” Ran murmured. He closed his eyes and began the long tale of Weiss.

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“Well Ran you look fit to be tied. Oh, that’s right, you already are.”

Violet eyes glared at the blonde standing in the doorway. Yohji had taken him home, Asuka completely agreeing. After all, she would do anything for her husband, anything to help him remember the pieces of his life. Funny how it was also pieces of hers as well.

The first day he had been left alone, allowed to move around but with strict orders to be very careful. He had ended up cleaning their house because he had gotten so bored. He wasn’t used to cleaning, only his own room, but he was going insane with having nothing to do. In the process of cleaning two stitches had been ripped out and he had started bleeding again. Asuka then forbid him to move from his room as she stitched him back up.

The second day, he had walked out of the room to finish what he had started the day before after laying in his bed for five hours. Only he had been stopped by an amused Yohji, having brought his private eye work home to keep an eye on their patient. He had fought with the blonde, finding himself a bit weaker after the two week long hospital stay.

That very day Yohji had tied him to the bed with some spare sheets.

It was day four in the Kuduo house. Ran was not in a very good mood. He kept glaring as Yohji brought him his food on a tray.

“Now then, let’s see if we can feed the kitten shall we?” Yohji purred wickedly.

Ran was now wishing he had left Yohji in complete bliss of his former life. As he had told all that he knew of Yohji’s life, he could see the green eyes brightening in remembrance, it was if as all it took were Ran’s words to bring all those suppressed memories to the surface. There were still things he didn’t remember. Little things, such as a few missions, some of his life before Weiss and the last mission they had together were still a bit vague. But thanks to Ran, it was all coming back.

All coming back to Yohji, especially how he used to torture Ran.

“Untie me and I’ll feed myself.”

“Now what’s the fun in that?” Yohji smirked, holding a piece of buttered toast to Ran’s lips. “Come on kitten, it’s good for you.” He sing-songed, “Want me to do the train?”

Ran opened his mouth to curse Yohji, only to have the toast shoved into his mouth. To keep from choking to death he either had to take a bite, or act like a child and spit it out. Ran growled and took a bite, chewing as his violet orbs shot daggers at the blonde.

“Ah, the Shi-ne glare. I remember that all too well.” Yohji smirked, giving Ran a sip of orange juice after he swallowed down the toast. “Tell me something Ran, why did you leave out that we were lovers in your little story?”

He ducked the spray of orange juice with cat-like reflexes and a grin that made any Cheshire cat’s grin dim in shame. He misgauged the knee though, the pale sharp flesh hit him hard in the side, sprawling him forward with the tray onto the floor. Yohji moaned, only to laugh a bit. “I think you’re getting better.” His green eyes danced in mischief as he looked up at Ran.