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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,444
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
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OH MY GOD!! This marks four weeks since my last update! O_o Gomen Nasi Mina! Well I guess I owe you all an explanation. Lets see first of all, I only write on weekends (don\'t ask me why I just do) so here’s my sad attempt at excuses:
Weekend 1: went out of town with best friend, Weekend 2: too tired from school, Weekend 3: sick, and finally this weekend almost didn\'t happen because of the aforementioned friend wanting to stay the night at my place.
*Ahem* Okay, so now that you all know who is to blame...*points at friend* Let me tell you all, that this chapter is twice as long as the others and I wrote it all from 11:30pm-4:30am. So in other words, I BUSTED MY BUTT FOR THIS SO YOU BETTER LIKE IT!! *bows* Thank you!
By the way, another reason why this wasn\'t written before was because I had to do something really stupid that ended up setting me this far back. I had a great ending planned out, but then I made a better one. After that I realized they both sucked. So now I\'ve got the middle all figured out and waiting for weekends to come rolling by so I can write them down, but I don\'t have an ending anymore! Damn it! *sigh* I promise I\'ll figure something out... ^-^\'
Disclaimer: Remember that small glimmer of hope that I may one day own Weiss Kruez? It\'s gone now...
Warnings: You know the drill.
//telepathic communication//
Chapter 6: Rest
“Hello, Rosenkruez connections department, how may I help you?” Came a young female voice.
“Yeah, could you get Mizuki-San, head of the psychology division on the line?” A man’s voice this time, gruff and middle aged.
“One moment please.”
.................................................................
“Hello...?” The female’s voice was replaced with a groggy male one.
“Terribly sorry to wake you sir, but, uh...I ...um....well, you see...I ...”
“Out with it man! I haven’t got all night!”
“Umm...well sir, do you remember subject 273649180?”
“Translation please?”
“Sorry sir, he’s umm…test Subject…” Papers rustle. “Bloody Kitten?”
“What? Did something happen?”
“Umm…well…you might want to come down here and see for yourself sir…I’m not sure if I can describe it…”
“I’ll be there in five, and for your sake, he had better damn well be all right!” Slamming the phone down, Mizuki jumped out of bed and began getting dressed. I will not let Crawford get his hands on him like he did Shuldig!
“Mmmnnn…hey, where ya goin’ sugar?” Turning around, Mizuki let his eyes rest on the man in his bed. He was a poor attempt, if not a failure, at making up for Shuldig. Gods, there wasn’t anyone like Shuldig. He was far more beautiful than any prostitute Rosenkruez could provide for him.
“I have to go to work early, problems.”
“Aaww…won’t you stay and play with me some more?”
“Can’t, this is important.” Picking up his keys he made for the door. “About payment, Rosenkruez will have it in your account by the end of the day, but I’m sure by then you’ll be in bed with another one of the managers or directors.”
“Are you so sure? I may work for Rosenkruez, and they may feed, house, clothe, and protect me, but I still have the right to chose who I ‘work’ for. You never know, I may still be here tonight.” Winking at him, he rolled over and curled up in the blankets. Shaking his head, Mizuki made his way out to his black Mercedes Benz Roadster.
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Complete and udder humiliation. That was all that could be said about the situation. After breaking the speed limit and nearly crashing his favorite car just to get there, Mizuki was confronted with one pain in the ass and a blessing in the form of a know-it-all American and a brash German. Giving a mock bow to Crawford he directed his eyes to Shuldig.
“Good morning Crawford, what brings you here?”
“Nothing much, it just so happens that Esset is sending a Rep so that he and I can have a little chat here in a half hour. I do hope your coming this early doesn’t mean problems with a certain newcomer, right?” I glare as Crawford adjusts his glasses so that they mirror his eyes menacingly with that annoying smirk on his face. Damning whoever introduced the idea of mirrored glasses to Crawford to hell, I bite back a snarl.
“No, of course not,” Turning to Shuldig I grin. It’s always fun to mess with him and make him doubt Crawford. I figure that with enough work and time he’ll leave Schwartz on his own. “And what about you? Why, I doubt your ever awake this early in the morning, especially on those rare times you don’t have any missions.” I smile as I notice Shuldig glare in Crawford’s direction as he tries to stifle a yawn with his hand.
“Wasn’t there a reason you came this early Mizuki-San? Don’t get me wrong, I love chatting with you, but I’m quite sure you were in a hurry when you arrived.” Although I was disappointed that Shuldig had done nothing in return to my poking and prodding, I gave Crawford one last glare before hurrying off into the building.
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Why is it that whenever he woke up, there was always someone screaming and yelling nearby? Couldn’t he wake up for once to nice soft music or just no silence at all? And the lights, they’re so bright, it hurt too much to open them. Curing into a ball, he started crying.
Why couldn’t the pain go away. Yohji hadn’t been there, he never had been, and never would be. After so much work at numbing himself to feelings and becoming lost inside himself, his damn brain had lured him out with one little memory, one little promise...the same promise that had gotten them together. Tears began forming in the corners in his eyes as more memories bombarded him.
It just wasn’t fair! Couldn’t everyone just let him die in peace? He felt so cold, so alone. Nobody to love, to be loved by.
He had become the faceless shadow that Kritiker had been so intent on molding Weiss into, taking his feelings away and filling them with a hallow nothingness, making him the perfect assassin. Yohji had filled that hollowness inside that Kritiker had dug into him, healed him, made him human again.
Yohji had taken the pain away.
But with Yohji’s absence in his life, all hell had broken loose. Yohji had taken the equilibrium that had formed inside, that had made him the unfeeling, inhuman freak. He couldn’t fight or kill for Kritiker anymore, so they abandoned him, left him to die in that retched room.
Every time he had opened his eyes to look at those walls he saw them drenched in blood. It wasn’t until after one of his nightmares he had that he understood why. He had dreamt that he had impaled his teammates on his sword and when he had realized what he’d done he had already written messages on the walls in their blood. The messages read horrible things meant to remind him what a twisted up fuck he was and how he would be stranded alone like this forever.
He was terrified to open his eyes now, to see if the messages had followed him.
He curled into an even tighter ball, tears and whimpers pouring from him like water at Niagara Falls. His pride and dignity had long since fled him at the face of nightmares, and at this point he didn’t care. If he had to, he was willing to reduce himself to a whore to be freed of the pain. He was desperate for a way out, he would do anything for the pain to go away, to be able to sleep peacefully again.
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“Mizuki-San! Oh thank goodness you’re here!” A man in his mid-30\'s came striding up to Mizuki. He was short, only reaching to Mizuki’s neck and was rather ‘large’ around the middle.
“What has happened!? What ever it is, we have less than half an hour to fix it!” Following the little man down several halls, they came across a scene that should have been in some kind of cheesy horror flick. There was blood covering the better half of the observation window, blood trails were coming from the heavily bolted door, several men were being tended to by doctors, many supporting heavy injuries, and to top it all off, bloody hand prints covered the door.
Turning to face the squat little man behind him, he raised an eyebrow. Gesturing to the kitten’s door he asked the most obvious question.
“Do I want to know what’s on the other side of that door, or what caused this, or for a matter of fact, why this happened and who’s fault it is?”
After watching the little man fret for several minutes and fail horribly at explaining without getting himself in trouble, Mizuki walked over to a little dispenser in the corner of the room. Pulling the leaver, out came a little bag with rubber gloves inside. Tearing open the bag, he slipped off his own gloves and pulled on the rubber ones.
“Get blood on those and you won’t be worth two cents.” Tossing his gloves and the little baggie to the man he strode over to the door and began undoing the bolts and locks. Ignoring the warnings and yelling coming from the scientists, he undid the last lock and opened the door, slipping inside and closing it before turning to greet the gore.
What his eyes fell upon was enough to make him sick. At least ten men lay dead in several different places on the ground, pools forming rivers of blood ran that joined together everywhere, leaving behind a morbid picture on the ground before him. Taking a few steps, he stopped near the center of the room to look at the strait jacket on the ground. It too was bloody and looked like some starving animal had torn into it with it’s teeth. Startled by a small whimper from the corner, he looked up.
The blood on the walls was what got him.
For the first time in years he followed his instincts and ran. Bolting out the door and slamming it shut he leaned against a clean part of the wall as the other men locked the door. Gasping for breath, he sank to the ground.
Those horrible things on the walls would haunt him for years. He would never look at the color read the same way again.
“This, sir, is the reason you should have left him with us. These men’s deaths could have been prevented.” Looking up, I saw Crawford and Shuldig with the Esset Rep.
“You!” I point at Shuldig, I have to save him from that horror. “Don’t go in there!” Looking at Crawford I try to warn him as well. “No matter how much I hate you Crawford, even you don’t deserve to look at that horror! Don’t look at the walls, whatever you do, DON’T LOOK AT THE WALLS!!” At this point I’m hysterically clinging at their legs, not caring if my hands stained their clothing or not.
Shuldig just marches right on in.
Screaming and crawling after him, I’m stopped by the Esset Rep.
“Mizuki, consider this the last time you work in this particular department of Esset. You are welcome to keep your apartment so long as you get help and a new job within Esset over the next year. Abyssian goes to Schwartz.” Turning to Crawford he follows him out, Shuldig right behind him carrying Abyssian in his arms.
Collapsing, he started crying.
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//Go, he is ours now.//
I never thought I’d ever hear words as sweet as those. Tearing open the locks, I open the door and look at the room. If it hadn’t been for the years he’d spent in Germany as a child he would have had the same reaction as Mizuki, but he was used to seeing blood and the disturbing images and words it could create. His father had taken him to see the places where Hitler had tortured and humiliated his prisoners, where they were killed, and to the camps.
Compared to that, nothing was even remotely disturbing.
Looking around, he spotted his prize in the corner. An odd sense of déjà vu fell on him as he walked over to Aya and placed him hand on his head. Brushing away his bangs I watch as the lashes of his eyelids flutter.
He’s freezing…
Planting warm thoughts in his mind, I pick him up and leave the room, following close behind Brad who’s talking in Japanese too rapid for me to follow (or really care) with the Rep. Reaching the car I immediately take back seat while Brad finishes with the Rep. From what little I had picked up from the two, it had become apparent that they were coming up with a cover story and accommodations for Aya.
Turning my attention back to Aya, I don’t notice Brad getting into the car and the start of the engine until he speaks.
“Shu…” Looking up, I blink a few times, my vision slowly coming back to focus on the real world.
“Huh?”
“You do realize this isn’t permanent. We may have him for now, but officially he’s still inside Rosenkruez’s asylum. The Rep. is trying to get things sorted out for us, but we can’t get attached just yet,” Turning around and looking at me strait in the face he smiles. “don’t worry, if we play our cards right, he’s ours.”
“Arigato Brad-Kun.” I smile back as he turns around and starts driving us home.
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Nagi greets us at the door but I rush past him, muttering a low ‘hello,’ heading for my room. I know I can trust Brad to let Nagi and Farf know I’m not ignoring them. After struggling with the handle a few seconds I get the door open and kick it closed behind me. Proceeding to the bathroom that connects to both my room and Brad’s, I place Aya inside the tub and return to my room. After pulling off my shoes and shirt I grab a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and return to the bathroom, setting them on the counter. Leaning next to Aya I carefully remove the bloody shirt and pants, weary of any injuries that might be present.
It truly surprised him that the only injuries he had were tears in the skin on his arms where he had dug his nails. Leaning over Aya he began to run hot water into the tub, making sure his head didn’t slip below it. Once he was satisfied with the heat and level of the water he stepped back and took off his pants and boxers, climbing into the bath behind Aya. Placing Aya in his lap with him leaning against his own chest so he could wash him.
Kissing Aya’s forehead nestled in the crook of his neck, he picked up a cloth and began to rub the warm water along Aya’s chest, working the blood and grime off in soothing circles. He did the same to his legs, arms, back, and shoulders before he got a reaction. As he moved to his neck, Aya let out a small moan and his eyes fluttered open slowly. He continued rubbing circles on his neck as Aya slowly came to.
Aya made several attempts at speaking but all he got was a hoarse croak as the result of his many hours of screaming. Chuckling he kissed Aya’s forehead and proceeded into his mind, seeking an easier way to communicate.
//Don’t bother talking Aya, your voice won’t cooperate with you for a while.//
//Yohji?// Sighing, I respond the only way I can.
//I’m sorry love, but no, I’m not Yohji.//
//Who?//
//It’s Shuldig.//
//Shuldig? Why…here with you…alone…in bathtub?// Chuckling I smile and raise his head to look at me.
//Don’t worry love, we haven’t done anything,// I can feel as well as see him relax. //I want to help you Aya. I want to know why we found you in-// I don’t get to finish the thought as he slams a giant ‘No’ in my face and starts clutching his head, curling up into a ball in my arms.
//Why can’t you all just let me die in peace!?//
//Aya…? Please, I want to help you…I know how desperate you are…how you’ve given up on life ever since you found out that they were-//
//NO!! DON’T SAY THAT!! IT’S NOT TRUE!!// He was sobbing uncontrollably by now in Shuldig’s arms, clutching at his chest. //It’s not true…they can’t be…they aren’t…they found a way out…they didn’t die…your lying Manx…you all are…//
He rode the wave of grief out with Aya, letting the memory of when he first found out run it’s course. It wasn’t until after Aya had calmed down that he tried again.
//Aya?//
//uh?// The reply was so feeble it almost broke Shuldig’s heart.
//What if…what if I could make the pain go away, let you live again…//
//What?// That had gotten his attention. Brushing Aya’s bangs out of his face, he looked him strait in the eyes.
//I want you to listen to me closely. I…I can make you forget you were ever in Weiss. Make you forget your pain of loosing them. You would know that I had made you forget so you live again, but you wouldn’t remember what you had forgotten. I could let you believe that you left your family and went to college where you and I met, and if you wanted I could keep you from becoming an assassin in Schwartz. The choice is your to make. Just know that either way I’ll be here with you and so will the rest of Schwartz. Know that no harm will fall on you while you’re here.//
//I…// Leaning over and kissing him on the lips, I look into his eyes.
//Shush love…take your time and think about it…now sleep. I promise that when you wake up I’ll be with you.// We sat there gazing into each other’s eyes for quite some time, asking a silent question. Finally when he seemed to have his answer, he settle back against my chest, let out a sigh, and went to sleep.
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Awww....plenty of firsts inside this chapter. You learn more of the Schwartz home, see the first glimpse of Brad/Shu and Shu/Aya, and maybe a break is finally coming for Aya...Review and I promise I\'ll write up more of the plot I\'ve thought up.
Weekend 1: went out of town with best friend, Weekend 2: too tired from school, Weekend 3: sick, and finally this weekend almost didn\'t happen because of the aforementioned friend wanting to stay the night at my place.
*Ahem* Okay, so now that you all know who is to blame...*points at friend* Let me tell you all, that this chapter is twice as long as the others and I wrote it all from 11:30pm-4:30am. So in other words, I BUSTED MY BUTT FOR THIS SO YOU BETTER LIKE IT!! *bows* Thank you!
By the way, another reason why this wasn\'t written before was because I had to do something really stupid that ended up setting me this far back. I had a great ending planned out, but then I made a better one. After that I realized they both sucked. So now I\'ve got the middle all figured out and waiting for weekends to come rolling by so I can write them down, but I don\'t have an ending anymore! Damn it! *sigh* I promise I\'ll figure something out... ^-^\'
Disclaimer: Remember that small glimmer of hope that I may one day own Weiss Kruez? It\'s gone now...
Warnings: You know the drill.
//telepathic communication//
Chapter 6: Rest
“Hello, Rosenkruez connections department, how may I help you?” Came a young female voice.
“Yeah, could you get Mizuki-San, head of the psychology division on the line?” A man’s voice this time, gruff and middle aged.
“One moment please.”
.................................................................
“Hello...?” The female’s voice was replaced with a groggy male one.
“Terribly sorry to wake you sir, but, uh...I ...um....well, you see...I ...”
“Out with it man! I haven’t got all night!”
“Umm...well sir, do you remember subject 273649180?”
“Translation please?”
“Sorry sir, he’s umm…test Subject…” Papers rustle. “Bloody Kitten?”
“What? Did something happen?”
“Umm…well…you might want to come down here and see for yourself sir…I’m not sure if I can describe it…”
“I’ll be there in five, and for your sake, he had better damn well be all right!” Slamming the phone down, Mizuki jumped out of bed and began getting dressed. I will not let Crawford get his hands on him like he did Shuldig!
“Mmmnnn…hey, where ya goin’ sugar?” Turning around, Mizuki let his eyes rest on the man in his bed. He was a poor attempt, if not a failure, at making up for Shuldig. Gods, there wasn’t anyone like Shuldig. He was far more beautiful than any prostitute Rosenkruez could provide for him.
“I have to go to work early, problems.”
“Aaww…won’t you stay and play with me some more?”
“Can’t, this is important.” Picking up his keys he made for the door. “About payment, Rosenkruez will have it in your account by the end of the day, but I’m sure by then you’ll be in bed with another one of the managers or directors.”
“Are you so sure? I may work for Rosenkruez, and they may feed, house, clothe, and protect me, but I still have the right to chose who I ‘work’ for. You never know, I may still be here tonight.” Winking at him, he rolled over and curled up in the blankets. Shaking his head, Mizuki made his way out to his black Mercedes Benz Roadster.
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Complete and udder humiliation. That was all that could be said about the situation. After breaking the speed limit and nearly crashing his favorite car just to get there, Mizuki was confronted with one pain in the ass and a blessing in the form of a know-it-all American and a brash German. Giving a mock bow to Crawford he directed his eyes to Shuldig.
“Good morning Crawford, what brings you here?”
“Nothing much, it just so happens that Esset is sending a Rep so that he and I can have a little chat here in a half hour. I do hope your coming this early doesn’t mean problems with a certain newcomer, right?” I glare as Crawford adjusts his glasses so that they mirror his eyes menacingly with that annoying smirk on his face. Damning whoever introduced the idea of mirrored glasses to Crawford to hell, I bite back a snarl.
“No, of course not,” Turning to Shuldig I grin. It’s always fun to mess with him and make him doubt Crawford. I figure that with enough work and time he’ll leave Schwartz on his own. “And what about you? Why, I doubt your ever awake this early in the morning, especially on those rare times you don’t have any missions.” I smile as I notice Shuldig glare in Crawford’s direction as he tries to stifle a yawn with his hand.
“Wasn’t there a reason you came this early Mizuki-San? Don’t get me wrong, I love chatting with you, but I’m quite sure you were in a hurry when you arrived.” Although I was disappointed that Shuldig had done nothing in return to my poking and prodding, I gave Crawford one last glare before hurrying off into the building.
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Why is it that whenever he woke up, there was always someone screaming and yelling nearby? Couldn’t he wake up for once to nice soft music or just no silence at all? And the lights, they’re so bright, it hurt too much to open them. Curing into a ball, he started crying.
Why couldn’t the pain go away. Yohji hadn’t been there, he never had been, and never would be. After so much work at numbing himself to feelings and becoming lost inside himself, his damn brain had lured him out with one little memory, one little promise...the same promise that had gotten them together. Tears began forming in the corners in his eyes as more memories bombarded him.
It just wasn’t fair! Couldn’t everyone just let him die in peace? He felt so cold, so alone. Nobody to love, to be loved by.
He had become the faceless shadow that Kritiker had been so intent on molding Weiss into, taking his feelings away and filling them with a hallow nothingness, making him the perfect assassin. Yohji had filled that hollowness inside that Kritiker had dug into him, healed him, made him human again.
Yohji had taken the pain away.
But with Yohji’s absence in his life, all hell had broken loose. Yohji had taken the equilibrium that had formed inside, that had made him the unfeeling, inhuman freak. He couldn’t fight or kill for Kritiker anymore, so they abandoned him, left him to die in that retched room.
Every time he had opened his eyes to look at those walls he saw them drenched in blood. It wasn’t until after one of his nightmares he had that he understood why. He had dreamt that he had impaled his teammates on his sword and when he had realized what he’d done he had already written messages on the walls in their blood. The messages read horrible things meant to remind him what a twisted up fuck he was and how he would be stranded alone like this forever.
He was terrified to open his eyes now, to see if the messages had followed him.
He curled into an even tighter ball, tears and whimpers pouring from him like water at Niagara Falls. His pride and dignity had long since fled him at the face of nightmares, and at this point he didn’t care. If he had to, he was willing to reduce himself to a whore to be freed of the pain. He was desperate for a way out, he would do anything for the pain to go away, to be able to sleep peacefully again.
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“Mizuki-San! Oh thank goodness you’re here!” A man in his mid-30\'s came striding up to Mizuki. He was short, only reaching to Mizuki’s neck and was rather ‘large’ around the middle.
“What has happened!? What ever it is, we have less than half an hour to fix it!” Following the little man down several halls, they came across a scene that should have been in some kind of cheesy horror flick. There was blood covering the better half of the observation window, blood trails were coming from the heavily bolted door, several men were being tended to by doctors, many supporting heavy injuries, and to top it all off, bloody hand prints covered the door.
Turning to face the squat little man behind him, he raised an eyebrow. Gesturing to the kitten’s door he asked the most obvious question.
“Do I want to know what’s on the other side of that door, or what caused this, or for a matter of fact, why this happened and who’s fault it is?”
After watching the little man fret for several minutes and fail horribly at explaining without getting himself in trouble, Mizuki walked over to a little dispenser in the corner of the room. Pulling the leaver, out came a little bag with rubber gloves inside. Tearing open the bag, he slipped off his own gloves and pulled on the rubber ones.
“Get blood on those and you won’t be worth two cents.” Tossing his gloves and the little baggie to the man he strode over to the door and began undoing the bolts and locks. Ignoring the warnings and yelling coming from the scientists, he undid the last lock and opened the door, slipping inside and closing it before turning to greet the gore.
What his eyes fell upon was enough to make him sick. At least ten men lay dead in several different places on the ground, pools forming rivers of blood ran that joined together everywhere, leaving behind a morbid picture on the ground before him. Taking a few steps, he stopped near the center of the room to look at the strait jacket on the ground. It too was bloody and looked like some starving animal had torn into it with it’s teeth. Startled by a small whimper from the corner, he looked up.
The blood on the walls was what got him.
For the first time in years he followed his instincts and ran. Bolting out the door and slamming it shut he leaned against a clean part of the wall as the other men locked the door. Gasping for breath, he sank to the ground.
Those horrible things on the walls would haunt him for years. He would never look at the color read the same way again.
“This, sir, is the reason you should have left him with us. These men’s deaths could have been prevented.” Looking up, I saw Crawford and Shuldig with the Esset Rep.
“You!” I point at Shuldig, I have to save him from that horror. “Don’t go in there!” Looking at Crawford I try to warn him as well. “No matter how much I hate you Crawford, even you don’t deserve to look at that horror! Don’t look at the walls, whatever you do, DON’T LOOK AT THE WALLS!!” At this point I’m hysterically clinging at their legs, not caring if my hands stained their clothing or not.
Shuldig just marches right on in.
Screaming and crawling after him, I’m stopped by the Esset Rep.
“Mizuki, consider this the last time you work in this particular department of Esset. You are welcome to keep your apartment so long as you get help and a new job within Esset over the next year. Abyssian goes to Schwartz.” Turning to Crawford he follows him out, Shuldig right behind him carrying Abyssian in his arms.
Collapsing, he started crying.
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//Go, he is ours now.//
I never thought I’d ever hear words as sweet as those. Tearing open the locks, I open the door and look at the room. If it hadn’t been for the years he’d spent in Germany as a child he would have had the same reaction as Mizuki, but he was used to seeing blood and the disturbing images and words it could create. His father had taken him to see the places where Hitler had tortured and humiliated his prisoners, where they were killed, and to the camps.
Compared to that, nothing was even remotely disturbing.
Looking around, he spotted his prize in the corner. An odd sense of déjà vu fell on him as he walked over to Aya and placed him hand on his head. Brushing away his bangs I watch as the lashes of his eyelids flutter.
He’s freezing…
Planting warm thoughts in his mind, I pick him up and leave the room, following close behind Brad who’s talking in Japanese too rapid for me to follow (or really care) with the Rep. Reaching the car I immediately take back seat while Brad finishes with the Rep. From what little I had picked up from the two, it had become apparent that they were coming up with a cover story and accommodations for Aya.
Turning my attention back to Aya, I don’t notice Brad getting into the car and the start of the engine until he speaks.
“Shu…” Looking up, I blink a few times, my vision slowly coming back to focus on the real world.
“Huh?”
“You do realize this isn’t permanent. We may have him for now, but officially he’s still inside Rosenkruez’s asylum. The Rep. is trying to get things sorted out for us, but we can’t get attached just yet,” Turning around and looking at me strait in the face he smiles. “don’t worry, if we play our cards right, he’s ours.”
“Arigato Brad-Kun.” I smile back as he turns around and starts driving us home.
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Nagi greets us at the door but I rush past him, muttering a low ‘hello,’ heading for my room. I know I can trust Brad to let Nagi and Farf know I’m not ignoring them. After struggling with the handle a few seconds I get the door open and kick it closed behind me. Proceeding to the bathroom that connects to both my room and Brad’s, I place Aya inside the tub and return to my room. After pulling off my shoes and shirt I grab a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and return to the bathroom, setting them on the counter. Leaning next to Aya I carefully remove the bloody shirt and pants, weary of any injuries that might be present.
It truly surprised him that the only injuries he had were tears in the skin on his arms where he had dug his nails. Leaning over Aya he began to run hot water into the tub, making sure his head didn’t slip below it. Once he was satisfied with the heat and level of the water he stepped back and took off his pants and boxers, climbing into the bath behind Aya. Placing Aya in his lap with him leaning against his own chest so he could wash him.
Kissing Aya’s forehead nestled in the crook of his neck, he picked up a cloth and began to rub the warm water along Aya’s chest, working the blood and grime off in soothing circles. He did the same to his legs, arms, back, and shoulders before he got a reaction. As he moved to his neck, Aya let out a small moan and his eyes fluttered open slowly. He continued rubbing circles on his neck as Aya slowly came to.
Aya made several attempts at speaking but all he got was a hoarse croak as the result of his many hours of screaming. Chuckling he kissed Aya’s forehead and proceeded into his mind, seeking an easier way to communicate.
//Don’t bother talking Aya, your voice won’t cooperate with you for a while.//
//Yohji?// Sighing, I respond the only way I can.
//I’m sorry love, but no, I’m not Yohji.//
//Who?//
//It’s Shuldig.//
//Shuldig? Why…here with you…alone…in bathtub?// Chuckling I smile and raise his head to look at me.
//Don’t worry love, we haven’t done anything,// I can feel as well as see him relax. //I want to help you Aya. I want to know why we found you in-// I don’t get to finish the thought as he slams a giant ‘No’ in my face and starts clutching his head, curling up into a ball in my arms.
//Why can’t you all just let me die in peace!?//
//Aya…? Please, I want to help you…I know how desperate you are…how you’ve given up on life ever since you found out that they were-//
//NO!! DON’T SAY THAT!! IT’S NOT TRUE!!// He was sobbing uncontrollably by now in Shuldig’s arms, clutching at his chest. //It’s not true…they can’t be…they aren’t…they found a way out…they didn’t die…your lying Manx…you all are…//
He rode the wave of grief out with Aya, letting the memory of when he first found out run it’s course. It wasn’t until after Aya had calmed down that he tried again.
//Aya?//
//uh?// The reply was so feeble it almost broke Shuldig’s heart.
//What if…what if I could make the pain go away, let you live again…//
//What?// That had gotten his attention. Brushing Aya’s bangs out of his face, he looked him strait in the eyes.
//I want you to listen to me closely. I…I can make you forget you were ever in Weiss. Make you forget your pain of loosing them. You would know that I had made you forget so you live again, but you wouldn’t remember what you had forgotten. I could let you believe that you left your family and went to college where you and I met, and if you wanted I could keep you from becoming an assassin in Schwartz. The choice is your to make. Just know that either way I’ll be here with you and so will the rest of Schwartz. Know that no harm will fall on you while you’re here.//
//I…// Leaning over and kissing him on the lips, I look into his eyes.
//Shush love…take your time and think about it…now sleep. I promise that when you wake up I’ll be with you.// We sat there gazing into each other’s eyes for quite some time, asking a silent question. Finally when he seemed to have his answer, he settle back against my chest, let out a sigh, and went to sleep.
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Awww....plenty of firsts inside this chapter. You learn more of the Schwartz home, see the first glimpse of Brad/Shu and Shu/Aya, and maybe a break is finally coming for Aya...Review and I promise I\'ll write up more of the plot I\'ve thought up.