Bleed

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Chapter 3

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There was a swirl of colours and some cheesy music playing in the
background, as Yohji became aware of the fact that he was strapped
down on some sort of table. Lifting his head to survey his
surroundings, the blond found himself in a small room with cages all
along one of the walls. Behind the wire mesh doors was a bunch of
sad looking cats and dogs, all of which were staring at him
mournfully. He didn't know how the hell he could interpret their
looks as mournful, but somehow Yohji did, and he knew that things
were about to get very, very ugly.

"Yotan! You're awake." Omi burst into the room, covered in a too
large surgical gown. Behind the chibi was Ken, looking too frightful
for words in an old-fashioned nurse's outfit, complete with the short
skirt and a little hat. Man, someone needed to tell the dumb jock
that if he wanted to even attempt to pull off drag, he really needed
to shave his legs. Then Omi's voice drew Yohji's attention back to
the younger blond. "You're supposed to be asleep, don't you know.
It's not good that you are awake, but we'll proceed with the
operation anyway." That said, the youth snapped on a pair of rubber
gloves, and Ken grinned wickedly as he held up a tray filled with
lots and lots of sharp objects.

"Ah, chibi, what the hell are you doing? Why am I tied to this
table?" Yohji began to struggle against the leather straps that held
his chest, wrists and ankles firmly to the table. It was then that
he noticed that he was nude from the waist down, and that his legs
were spread open. "Omi, if this is about you learning about the
birds and the bees, I'm gonna kill you when I get free." What the
hell was going on here? Oh, Yohji so didn't like the sight of all
those sharp blades that were being set on a small table next to him.

Omi reached down to pat Yohji reassuringly on his right shoulder,
then adjusted the overhead lights until they shone down on his
crotch. "Ken, I think you need to shave him first."

The brunet chuckled evilly as he produced a can of shaving cream and
a Lady Bic. Letting out a yell, Yohji renewed his struggles as he
felt the cold cream hit his private parts, but immediately stilled
when the razor touched his flesh. Oh shit. "Ken, you fucking
bastard, stop that this instant! I'm serious! I'll fucking rip all
of your soccer balls to shreds! Put the razor down now! Leave my
dick alone, and try using it on your own legs, you perver-mph."
Yohji's voice was cut off as Omi shoved a wad of cotton in his mouth.

"Ah, quiet now, Yotan; you're disturbing my other patients." Omi
looked away to stare at his now bare crotch, and beamed at the
bastard Hidaka. "You did a very good job, Ken-kun. That will make
the operation a lot easier."

What operation? Yohji didn't remember signing up for any surgery,
and he would definitely remember anything that involved shaving off
all of his pubic hair. Where the hell was Aya? Had his lover put
Omi and Ken up to this? The damn redhead needed to show up _right
now_ and save his ass. And a few other choice parts as well.

As if reading his thoughts, Omi smiled at him for a second, before
placing a surgical mask over his face. "Oh, don't wait for Aya to
save you; we've made sure he's… tied up at the moment. But we think
he'll really like it when we are done; after all, we're doing this
for him."

Ken chuckled again. "Yeah, maybe now he won't be so tired any more,
and worn out from you attacking him all the time. Plus, we won't
have to worry about what we'll come across whenever we enter the
greenhouse or den from now on. You brought this upon yourself,
Kudoh."

What the hell were Ken and Omi talking about? Yohji then let out a
strangled moan, as he felt something cool be wiped all over his
balls. He lifted his head to see Omi covering the sacs with some
type of antiseptic fluid. It was then that he figured out what the
two younger assassins were about to do, and started to struggle once
more. No way. No way in hell was he going to let them do that...

"Yotan, you really need to remain still. I just want to neuter you,
not chop everything off. Now you'll feel a slight pinch, but it will
all be over in a few minutes. Then poor Aya won't have to put up
with your raging hormones anymore, and we can actually get some work
out of you. Ken and I are tired of having to run the Koneko by
ourselves, while you either flirt with the customers, or try to drag
Aya off to the greenhouse. Think of how much better your career will
be after this."

There was a flash of pain in his groin causing Yohji to scream. It
became stronger and stronger, until it was all he was aware of. He
tried hard to escape his bonds, and writhed on the surgical table.

"Yohji, stop it! Lay still, or you are going to tear out your
stitches, and then really be in trouble."

It was Ken who was holding him down while Omi fucking castrated him,
just like the kid had been threatening to do these past few months.
Yohji drew back his fist and punched the athlete, not realizing that
he wasn't strapped down any longer. Then he tossed back the blanket
covering him, sliding a hand under the hospital gown until he cupped
himself, and let out a sigh of relief to find that he was still all
there. It was then that the playboy noticed the bandages wrapped
around his left thigh. Green eyes glanced about the room,
reassuringly bereft of a mad doctor Omi and the sad animals; Yohji
realized that he had been dreaming. It must have been the throbbing
pain in his leg that had inspired that particular nightmare. He
suddenly remembered being cut during the mission, then waking in a
hospital room with Aya holding his hand. Things were hazy after
that, and he must have been given something that had put him to
sleep, only to have a bad dream. Thank the gods; it hadn't been real.

It was then that Yohji became aware of a growling Ken, sporting a
swollen eye. "Heh, Kenken, you wouldn't hit an invalid, would you?"
He tried for a look of agony, and succeeded when he shifted his left
leg slightly. Ow, bad idea. Very bad idea. Yohji suddenly realized
that it was just he and Ken in the room, and started to
frown. "Where's Aya?" He could have sworn Aya had been in the room
the whole entire time he had been awake before, but the memory was a
bit hazy. All he could remember was holding out his hand, and how
the pain had faded away when his love had grabbed it.

"Yohji… you are so lucky you're injured right now. What the hell
were you thinking, hitting me like that? I thought it was your leg
that was damaged, not your head."

"Ha, ha, Hidaka. Where's Aya?" The blond was starting to panic when
his boyfriend remained missing. Who knew what type of trouble Aya
could be in right now, without him to keep an eye on the swordsman?

Ken sighed as he pulled a chair close to Yohji's bed then gingerly
touched his black eye. "I sent him home a few hours ago, after you
woke up the first time. You remember much about that?"

"A little." What he could mostly recall was Aya and pain. Yohji
tried to sit up in bed and winced as agony shot through his leg and
groin. "Ow. What the hell happened, Ken, and how is Aya?"

The brunet sighed then reached for the control that elevated the head
of Yohji's bed. "You got hurt on the mission." When Yohji was about
to retort `no shit', Ken silenced him with a glare that would have
done Aya proud. "The target managed to slice your femoral artery,
and only Aya's quick thinking saved you. He killed the man and tied
a tourniquet around your leg. We scrapped the rest of the mission
and raced to the hospital, where they closed you up. They had to
patch Aya up as well, since he got a bit battered trying to…" Ken
closed his mouth suddenly, his eyes glazing over, as if in thought.

If it had been at all possible, Yohji would have gotten out of bed to
strangle the moron for stopping right there. "Ken, what the hell
happened to him?"

"Hmm, oh, sorry about that. Aya got hurt trying to get to you. He
needed some stitches, banged up his ribs and left arm pretty bad, and
had a concussion. It was hard as hell to get him to go home, and he
only did so after you woke up."

"Shit." His kitten didn't sound in very good shape; Yohji hoped that
the man was safely home in bed getting some rest. He seemed to
recall Aya looking bruised and pale, with something bulky on his one
arm. "Was Aya dressed in scrubs for some reason?"

"Huhn, yeah, he was. You starting to get your memory back?"

"A little."

Ken leaned forward until his arms were resting on the bed. "Good.
Now you can tell me what the hell happened last night. What went
wrong, Yohji?"

What had gone wrong was that his grand plan had blown up in the
blond's face. Fuck, the target had almost taken him out, not the
other way around. Aya had been the one to make the kill, when he had
been trying so hard to screw up the mission. Yohji rested his head
back on his pillows and closed his eyes. "I don't know. I remember
fighting this guy who was really good, and then pain. Sorry, Ken,
but everything else is a blur." He wondered if he should call home
and check up on Aya. While Yohji was grateful that Ken was here, so
he hadn't woken in a hospital by himself, he really wanted his lover
by his side at the moment. "Hey, wait a sec, where's Omi?"

"About time you asked about him," Ken growled. "He's also at home,
getting some rest. You had everyone real worried, Kudoh; we thought
you were going to die, you lost that much blood. Then we get hauled
in to some debriefing with Manx and a guy I've never seen before
because of the mission getting all fucked up, which freaks Omi out
for some reason. It's been a really lousy night."

Yohji flinched at that bit of information, and covered it by
complaining about the pain in his leg. "Ow, ow, ow. Shouldn't I be
on some good drugs or something?"

Rising to his feet, Ken reached for a button that was attached to the
top of the hospital bed. "Someone should be coming soon. Is there
anything I can get you?"

"Yeah, Aya...naked and covered in whipped cream."

"Yohji… I can't believe that you're lying here in intensive care, and
the only thing you can think of is screwing your boyfriend. It's not
a good idea if he's hanging around you all the time, you know. Think
of where you are."

As if there was a chance that the blond could forget, what with the
pain in his leg and various tubes stuck in his body. It didn't make
Yohji want his kitten here any less; if Aya was by his side, nothing
could happen to the man. The gods only knew that if anyone needed to
be looked after, it was Aya. The man attracted trouble like nobody's
business.

The sound of approaching footsteps put an end to any more
conversation between the two assassins as another doctor, this time a
middle aged woman, entered Yohji's room. "Ah, Kudoh-san, I am happy
to see that you are awake. How are you feeling?"

"Like my leg got all sliced up, but just seeing your beautiful face
makes the pain go away." Hell, Yohji needed to be practically dead
before he would pass up on an opportunity to flirt with a woman. The
doctor blushed slightly and made a big production of checking his
IV's. She adjusted something and within a few moments the pain
started to fade away. "Hmm, that's nice."

"I imagine it is. Now let me check your wound."

Yohji grinned as the doctor pulled aside his gown and started to peel
back his bandages. "Why, Doctor, and I don't even know your name.
Shouldn't we save this for after our first date? Ow."

The doctor gave him a warning gaze and prodded at the wound a little
more gently that time. "I'm amazed at how well your leg is healing.
We'll monitor you for a couple more hours, then move you out of ICU.
Good day, Kudoh-san. I'll be sure to warn the nurses about you."
That said, the doctor rewrapped his bandages and adjusted his robe,
but didn't leave until after she gave Yohji a pat on a rather
personal area. The blond gulped at the grope and was very grateful
that his lover hadn't been in the room at the moment. Somehow, him
getting felt up would be considered entirely his own fault. Aya
didn't believe in giving Yohji much benefit of the doubt. Which
reminded him…

"Ken?"

"Yeah, Yohji?"

"Could you be sure to call home and let Aya know that they will be
moving me? I don't want him to come here and find me gone, and freak
out again." The increased drugs were making Yohji groggy, and it was
getting harder for him to concentrate.

"Okay, Yohji. No problem. You feeling alright? You look a bit out
of it."

"Oh yeah, never better, Kenken. All I'm missing is my kitten here in
bed with me, and I'd be one happy little killer." Hmm, what nice
fantasies that thought inspired. A smile crept up on Yohji's face as
he imagined what he could do to his lover if the man was curled up
beside him. First on his list would be making sure that Aya would
never even _think_ of having him neutered. He had to remind the man
of all the benefits of having one horny, extremely talented boyfriend
molest him all the time.

Ken's voice drifted through his thoughts. "Yohji… what's going on
with Aya and Kritiker? What happened the night that his sister was
kidnapped?"

"Sparks. Lots of them. He totaled the equipment, and then he
wouldn't listen to me. I was right there, and he could only think of
her. But I won't let them get him; he's mine. Why ya asking,
Kenken?"

"…no reason, Kudoh. I'm sorry. Why don't you get some rest, and
I'll make sure to call the Koneko when they get ready to move you."

"Hn." Yohji let himself drift off to sleep, so he could dream of
Aya. The pain in his leg had faded away, and he forgot all about Ken
sitting next to him and the question his friend had asked.

*******

Ken watched the blond man fall asleep, and rested his head on the
back of the hospital chair. What the hell had he been thinking,
trying to take advantage of a drugged Yohji like that? But he hadn't
been able to resist the chance to find out if Omi had lied to him
again this morning. He knew that the youth had spoken the truth to
him, but… Dammit, why couldn't he shake this feeling that his
teammates were hiding something from him? Was he that fucked up in
the head that he thought everyone would betray him, like Kase had?
He had to get over that and get on with his life.

Maybe it was his feelings for Omi that were complicating things. His
last male lover had betrayed him so badly, not only once but twice.
Could it be that now, when his heart was urging him to take another
boyfriend, his subconscious was filling him with doubts? Ken shook
his head as he growled and rose to his feet. But he couldn't shake
the feeling that he was being left out of something, and wondered how
Aya had known to warn Yohji ahead of time about being injured. The
man had even started moving towards the blond before the target had
cut him. Was he really just imagining things, due to how messed up
his emotions were because of Omi, and from being so tired at the
moment?

This was ridiculous; Aya was the one who needed therapy, and not
him. He didn't want to think about all this psychobabble bullshit.
His job must be finally getting to him; years of working for a secret
organization was making him paranoid. Or maybe it was Mastermind
fucking with his head a little more, making him suspect his
teammates. That seemed like something the sick fuck would do. Well,
he wasn't going to let it get to him, not if it had him taking
advantage of an injured and medicated friend. Ken glanced over his
shoulder at Yohji for a moment before deciding he needed to get some
caffeine to help his brain start working properly.

*******

Dr. Arai sat in a leather chair before her supervisor, making sure
that none of her emotions or thoughts showed on her face. There was
no need to let the officious prig know exactly what she thought of
him and his `opinion'.

"-had the subject for a patient for over a month, and there have been
no results whatsoever, at least not positive. I don't think I need
to spell out to you how bad it looks, that a mission he partakes in
on the same day as a visit with you ends in failure."

"I understand that he took out the target. How was it a failure on
his part? His teammates yes, but not Orchidee's."

Dr. Oshin regarded her over the wire frame of his glasses. "I wasn't
aware that I had asked for your opinion on the matter." Arai tried
to appear apologetic at the reproach, and thought it best to just bow
her head, when she couldn't manage the proper expression. Damn prig.
He was just jealous of her power and disrespectful of her because she
was female.

The elderly Japanese man continued with his rebuke. "I am well aware
that Orchidee took out the target, having read the report myself.
But the man obtained considerable damage to himself, and another
member of Weiß was critically injured in the process. Not to mention
the second objective of the mission was not completed, due to the
medical emergency. I'd say that the mission was a failure, to such a
degree that we haven't seen since the man was placed in the team.
And this occurs only after we entrust Orchidee to you.

"I've been going through the recordings of your sessions. Don't you
think that you are being a bit… heavy-handed? It would be clear to a
first year psychiatry student that the man has issues regarding his
family and appearance, but I feel that you are overemphasizing them.
One of the reasons you were picked to be his doctor was because of
your talent, which should enable you to find a different approach
with him. Why are you not being successful?"

The empath toyed with the bandages around her left hand, using the
memory of the bliss that Jei had awakened in her yesterday to calm
her down, before she called Oshin a pompous moron to his face. "He
has developed quite an impressive set of shields over the years, most
likely due to Mastermind's meddling. It is a bit difficult to break
them down, when all I am given is an hour a week with him. Let me
admit him, administer the drugs of my choice, and I will have his
shields broken within a few days." She'd have Orchidee regressed to
the mental age of an infant in that time, and hand him over to
Kritiker to reform his personality in whatever manner they liked.
Why hadn't the organization just let her do that from the beginning?

Her supervisor cleared his throat, a faint look of disgust on his
wrinkled face. "Anyone can do that, and the results would not be
worth the effort. We want him broken and obedient, not a mindless
automaton. His power has proven to be much too unpredictable for
that course of action." The man's voice carried a hint of reproach
and disappointment, both of which were echoed in his emotional matrix
as well. Arai found herself wishing more than anything that she
could twist the man's emotions until he was writhing on the ground in
pain. How dare Oshin talk down to her like this? She was doing the
best job she could, considering the way Kritiker was tying her hands
on certain matters.

"Then at least let me prescribe him a few psychotropic drugs that
will soften up his shields-"

"You've seen his files and should know that that approach has been
tried before. The results were distinctly unsatisfactory. Are you
telling me that you can not break down the shields of one untrained
precog?"

Not after a telepath of Mastermind's level had been fucking with the
man's head for the past few years, but Arai didn't voice that. "I
take it you are encouraging me to find a new way of breaking
Orchidee?" The empath rubbed at her nose, which had started to
bother her the past few minutes. Oshin looked at her oddly for a
moment then nodded his head.

"Exactly. There cannot be another repeat of this past mission. If
there is, you will immediately be removed from this case." He paused
to let the importance of the words sink in on Arai, as if she
couldn't figure that out on her own. Bye-bye career, at least as far
as Kritiker was concerned. She was not going to let that happen.

Arai pretended to think for a moment, then made sure to phrase her
request in a quiet voice. "Let me talk to his teammates. They
shouldn't have any shields to speak of, and I am sure I can gather
enough information from them to formulate a new approach for
Orchidee."

Oshin frowned as he considered the idea for a moment. He turned to
face his computer and typed for a few seconds. It wasn't long before
he faced Arai again, and gave his answer. Or should she say the
man's own supervisor's answer. Now, she recognized what was
irritating her nose: the room smelled faintly of cigarettes; Oshin
didn't smoke. Someone very high up had taken an interest in
Orchidee's sessions, dammit. That did not bode well for her, since
any mistake would be quickly spotted.

"You have permission to speak to the rest of Weiß. Balinese will be
in the hospital for another day, and here is a copy of Bombay and
Siberian's schedules." The elderly man printed off a sheet of paper
and placed it at the edge of his desk.

Looking over the assassins' schedules, Arai nodded her head. "I
would like to talk to Balinese before they release him, and will make
a point to see him tomorrow morning." Might as well get inside the
man's head while he was injured and medicated, though the session
would be a bit rough on her empathic abilities. "And I will schedule
appointments with the other two for the beginning of next week. That
should give me some new insight to use on Orchidee at his next
appointment."

"Let us hope you put this opportunity to good use. There had better
be a significant breakthrough shortly, or we will reassign this case
to someone who will handle Orchidee properly. Good day, Dr. Arai."
Dr. Oshin then focused his attention on his computer once more,
indicating that the meeting was over.

Gritting her teeth, Arai rose to her feet and bowed at her
supervisor, then left the man's office. She couldn't resist
inflicting a headache on the man, one that would only grow in
intensity over the next few days. The bastard deserved it for
threatening her like that. They had given her Orchidee for little
over a month, and had placed all those restrictions on her, only to
chastise her for failing to break the man instantly? They should be
damned pleased that she had gotten some sort of response from the
blasted precog, even if it had endangered his teammates. Assassins
were easy to replace; empaths were not.

As she waited for the elevator, the infuriated woman noticed that it
was almost three in the afternoon. Fuck it; she was taking the rest
of the day off. Ani could reassign her rounds to the other
psychiatrists on duty, while she went home and awaited the arrival of
the files on Orchidee's teammates in her email.

Stepping into the elevator, Arai once more toyed with the bandage on
her hand. Try as she had last night, she hadn't been able to
recreate the same intensity of feelings that Jei had awoken in her as
he sliced her hand yesterday. She had cut herself several times
before giving up in frustration. This was shaping up to be a pretty
lousy week, but at least she had the prospect of a few fresh minds to
play with to look forward to.

*******

Aya found himself standing in the rain, surrounded on all sides by
various flowers. The garden was becoming familiar territory,
considering the frequency of his visits. Letting the cool water fall
down upon him, the redhead felt the pull of a faint memory. He was
walking into a hotel, soaked to the bone and numbed by freezing rain,
only to find… a stab of pain made Aya fall to his knees, as something
inside him blocked the rest of the memory.

"Do you hurtle down that path so willingly, star child? There are
those that strive to make the memory a falsehood, and your heart is
one. Both of them, though one is traitorous at the moment."
Cassandra came to his side; she was just as soaked as he was, and her
muddy hands held a bouquet of roses similar to the one she had gifted
him with on his last visit. She held the flowers out to Aya. As he
grasped them with his left hand, he felt the bite of many thorns to
his palm. Blood dripped down the green stems to form a pool on the
wet ground.

"Told you that you would bleed, did I not? You bled for the fourth
blackbird, and the first as well. But a greedy one is he, with the
blackest sorrow, and pecks at your heart he does. The third
blackbird haunts you all; Morrigan's aspects burning bright. Three
threes for you, the Knight and the Magician."

Aya clutched at the stems in his hand welcoming the pain the thorns
caused him. "What are you talking about? Why do you call me here if
all you'll do is spout nonsense?" He was so tired, and the past
twenty-four hours had been such a nightmare. Standing here in the
rain while Cassandra babbled on was simply too much for him to
bear. "If you knew that Yohji would be hurt, why didn't you tell me
so? Why this nonsense with blackbirds? You tell me nothing that
will help me. You didn't warn me about my power." Thorns tore into
his flesh, a grounding presence for him to focus on. "You told me
that Yohji would always love me."

Cassandra reached out a hand to brush aside the bangs that were
plastered to his face. He wanted to flinch from her touch, but
couldn't find the energy to do so, and settled for a glare
instead. "Ah, quite the Medusa you are. I am sorry, child, that my
warning was not clear. It would not have changed anything, though,
and was meant more to brace you than alter fate. Your heart had to
bleed, if you would keep him safe. If you would keep them both safe,
and your soul as well. You had to acknowledge the truth, and bind it
to your soul with blood." She let out a keening sound, and the sky
glowed with lightning. "Love is so often the first blackbird cloaked
in disguise, is it not? Treacherous thing, to rend our hearts so."

That was the first thing that she had said that made sense to the
swordsman. Love had often brought him nothing but sorrow and was
threatening to do it again. "He doesn't love me, Cassandra; why do I
keep sacrificing parts of myself if he doesn't love me?" Aya was
just a substitute for Asuka, who was forever beyond Yohji's reach.
But it didn't stop the man from yearning for his dead lover. A hand
stroked Aya's cheek for a moment, soft and hesitant, and then
suddenly smacked his face. "What?" The hand that held the flowers
knocked Cassandra's away, sending rose petals and blood to the
ground. "Why did you do that?"

Grey eyes glared back at him. "He loves you, never doubt that. It
is not his fault that the second blackbird is ever preceded by the
first. The Knight bled for _you_, do not let his sacrifice be in
vain."

With his uninjured hand, Aya coaxed the few rosebuds in the bouquet
open, staring at the flowers as an excuse not to look at the
madwoman. "Maybe he does love me, but he still loves her. Try
telling me that is my imagination."

The woman wrapped her arms around her chest and slightly rocked back
and forth. "The third blackbird came before the fourth. That is the
truth, for you and for him. You are tied to your soul with blood,
but the Knight is tied to the Erinyes by death. That is the
strongest bond, and his guilt is as great as yours. But blood binds
the two of you, and so does death, in a way. Do not doubt your
Knight, or when the time comes to make his choice, he will make an
unwise one, and you will find yourself standing in the rain, much
like now, and the evil one's dream will come true. You have had your
foreshadowing this day, pay heed to it." Cassandra keened again, and
clutched at her head. "It hurts so, to ignore their voices for the
shortest time. Have I not sacrificed so much as well? Heed my
words, foolish little star."

"I'm so tired of all of this. Of having people tell me things that
never make any sense. Of giving all of myself to someone, and
getting nothing in return. First selling my soul for someone who
will never wake up, and now handing over my heart to have it be
broken." But Aya was too stupid to give in, to listen either to the
doctors who told him that his sister would remain as she was until
she died, or to Schu's warning about Yohji. That was the worst part,
to know the truth and be unable to change anything.

A sly look came over the woman's face; she leaned in closely in a
conspiratorial manner. "Poor child, but you have the power to make
your wishes come true. You've acknowledged it now; when the time
comes for it to be free, you can make sure that you have both
blackbirds at your side, forever. You can do many things, and make
them pay for their sins. It lies in your hands. I can show you what
to do."

His hands were stained in blood, his own and that of others. Aya
looked at Cassandra and caught the gleam in her eyes. In all the
time he had been coming here, he had never spared a thought for what
the woman got out of their conversations. Now, he wondered at the
presumption that it was just his company and not something more
sinister. That perhaps here was yet another person who sought to use
him for her own ends, just like everyone else. "I'm not your pawn,
Cassandra. I've made people pay for their sins these past couple of
years, and it has brought me nothing but heartache. Make them pay on
your own."

So Cassandra's agenda had been revealed; she, like Kritiker, wanted
him for his power. Yohji wanted him in his bed and to fill the hole
that Asuka's death had caused, and Schu… Aya wasn't certain anymore
what the German wanted from him. Whether his last visit had been a
dream or not, the man had not taken advantage of him when he could
have. And while Schu had offered to teach him to use his power, he
also helped to hold it in its cage.

Making his way to leave, Aya cast the flowers aside and stepped away
from the grey woman. Cassandra reached out to tug at his sleeve. He
whirled about to face her with his face set in a scowl.

She spoke quickly, as if sensing that he was now wary of her
presence. "I'm sorry, though the words will do you no good. I must
make them pay and honor the debts I have incurred, though I try and
spare you as much as I can. The first and the seventh blackbird have
ever been my fate." There was a sorrowful expression on Cassandra's
face, and tears joined the raindrops on her cheeks. "This I will
say, that they both love you. The Magician and the Knight are tied
to you; you have seen the threads. But the Knight is tied to another
as well, the Erinyes that once was fair. He will have to choose, and
soon, which one to sever from him. He longs for you, but if you
repudiate him, she will have him. Do not throw your heart away."

From far away, there was a ringing sound; it pulled at Aya, making
the garden grow faint. He stared back at Cassandra, only to see the
woman fade to mist before his eyes, as she pleaded with him not to
forsake Kudoh. Grateful for the escape, he let the noise drag him
from the dream. Aya jerked upright in his bed, then searched about
for his cell phone with bleary eyes. It was resting on his
nightstand where he had left it before leaving for the mission last
night. The pale man grabbed it and flipped it open, then hn'ed into
the mouthpiece.

"Aya?" It was Hidaka calling him.

"Is it Kudoh?" Funny, how his first thoughts were about his lover.
Aya puffed at a lock of hair that had fallen into his eyes, then
lifted his left hand to brush it aside.

"Oh, yeah it is. Wait, it's not bad, I'm just calling you to tell
you that they moved him a little bit ago. He's in room 7-B now and
wanted me to tell you that."

The palm of his hand was covered with blood. Aya flexed the
appendage, but didn't feel any pain, nor could he find any wound.
Yet fresh red blood covered his palm, and the scent of flowers filled
the room.

"Aya, are you there?"

"Hn."

"Did I wake you? You sound out of it. I'm sorry if I did, I thought
your phone would just go into voicemail. Sorry about that."

He searched about for something to wipe his hand with and paused once
more. Aya now knew why the room smelled like flowers; white camellia
petals were scattered all about him and the bed. Which meant that
Schuldig bringing him home, their discussion, and falling asleep in
the man's arms hadn't been a dream. Shit. That was very, very bad.

"Aya, are you still there?"

"Yes."

"Uhm, how's the concussion?"

"…" One thing was normal at least; Ken was managing to annoy the
hell out of him. "Yohji is fine?"

"Yeah, they moved him to a normal hospital room, said his condition
had improved." Ken's voice suddenly became quieter. "He's asking
for you. When can you be here?"

Kudoh was asking for him. Schuldig was messing with Aya's head,
Cassandra was coaxing him to using his power, and Kritiker was up to…
whatever they were up to with him, which usually wasn't good; yet all
that seemed to matter was the fact that Yohji wanted him by his side,
and Aya wanted to be there for him. Even if he was just a
substitute, he would take whatever amount of love the blond would
give him. Cassandra's entreaties had been wasted, since he was too
stupid to know when to give up on something, even if it was a lost
cause. Yohji wanted him now, and that was what mattered. "I'll be
there." With that, he hung up the phone.

Getting out of bed was a very painful affair; Aya's bottom lip
suffered from several bites before he was standing in the shower,
hoping that the hot water would warm him up and take the ache of his
abused muscles and ribs away. He didn't have the energy to take his
cast off for the shower. So, he left it on and let the hot water wash
away all the dried blood and sweat that clung to him. When he was
finished, he wrapped a towel about his waist and rummaged through the
medicine chest looking for his pills: the ones that Schu told him
would keep his power dormant, for the most part, and help with the
headache that he was suffering. Beside the familiar containers were
the ones that he received at the hospital, and Aya found himself
swallowing a handful of them. He ignored the battered person who
stared back at him from the mirror and went to get dressed.

Once in a pair of baggy black cotton pants and his orange sweater,
Aya made his way to the kitchen. The painkillers were making the
throbbing ache from the cracked ribs and his arm subside, and his
headache was fading away, along with the sensations of threads
reaching to and from. He paused to put some water on for tea.
Despite knowing that he would be nauseated soon by his medication,
Aya choked down a peanut butter sandwich. Yohji would give him grief
if he showed up and hadn't eaten anything all day long.

He left a note for Omi, who he _knew_ was asleep in his bed, and…
shaking his head, Aya shoved that thought aside. The pills needed a
little longer to take effect, and he refused to let that voice inside
of him whisper things to him, not when several people were trying to
get him to heed it. Aya remembered it failing him when he wanted to
find his sister; what good was his power? And while it had kept
Yohji alive, it had failed to protect the idiot in the first place.
He would continue to take the pills, and leave Schu's binding in
place.

Aya's arm was still hurting, so he wasn't sure if he could manage the
stick shift for his car. Deciding to take the bus, the redhead
waited anxiously at the bus stop, flinching every time a cab drove
past him. He sighed in relief when he stepped into the vehicle and
thought of how shortly he would be by Yohji's side.

*******

Cassandra stood in the rain, staring down at a puddle of blood and
the red edged white roses that were taking root in the middle of the
pool. She bent down to touch the crimson fluid and hissed at the
thoughts she felt at the contact. So, the star child was going to be
stubborn. Time would tell if that would make her task harder or not.
The one thing she was sure of was the fact that she had handled
things badly and would most likely be paying for her mistakes in the
coming times. The future was becoming more and more clouded,
especially now that the catalyst knew about his talent.

"What did you do to him, you alte Hexe?"

Ah, the evil one was here and filled with fury. She shifted her gaze
from the blood to the telepath's eyes and became lost in how they so
resembled her father's. The sound of her parents' voices grew
stronger, dragging her back to the cliff in her mind. She had tried
stepping away from it this day, in an attempt to reach the star
child, but her struggle had been for naught. Now she found herself
listening to her parents calling her back to the darkness.

A sudden pain along her right cheek brought the psychic back to her
senses. Cassandra raised a hand to the side of her face, which was
red from Schuldig's blow. "Go away, evil one, I have no time for
your tantrums." She made to retreat back to her cottage, but her arm
was gripped and the woman was jerked backwards, causing her to slip
on the wet grass and fall to the ground.

"I know he was here, and now I find you staring at his blood. What
have you done, Schlampe? What game are you playing now?" Schuldig
loomed over her, preventing her from rising to her feet. He raised
his hand threateningly, until Cassandra sat there quietly. "You are
up to something, I know it."

"He came here full of questions, and all I could give him was pain,
to center him and anchor him here." Another mind tore at hers, but
the telepath would find no answers that way; the madness protected
Cassandra. "I will not give you even that much, you evil thing."

For a second it appeared that Schuldig was going to hit her again,
but he merely grunted and stepped aside. "Then I won't give you your
death. You need me, you crazy bitch, just as much as I need you.
But if I find out that you have hurt him in any way, I will have you
begging for the pain to end, do you understand me?"

Yes she did, and the grey-eyed woman nodded her head in response.
She had two things that she needed more than anything: that the dark
ones pay for their sins against her, and her death. Cassandra had to
focus on those two goals, not the madness, or her regret for using
the catalyst almost as vilely as she had been treated. "What do you
want?" She wanted her child gone from her mind as soon as possible.

"To know what you have set into motion now. Aya is shaken up from
acknowledging his talent, and I can not see how it will be of any
benefit at this time."

"He needs to be aware of what he is when he faces our masters. The
best way to make him accept his talent was in using it to keep a
loved one safe. He couldn't use it to save his soul, so he denied
the truth of that incident. He could not do so again, not when his
heart was at stake."

Schuldig looked down on her, lost in thought for a moment, and then
she felt his mind brushing along hers once more. <Such a sane
answer, for a madwoman. There is more to you than it seems, which
I've only begun to realize. Know this, I will be paying better
attention to you now. Hide your agenda from me as long as you can,
but be forewarned. Aya will be mine, or you will never have your
death.> Malice and promise were heavy in that thought.

"What you've done has made him susceptible to me, because of his
power and the Schwanzlutscher's little slip. For that, I'll leave you
in peace. He doesn't trust you anymore, Cassandra, and neither do
I. There was more than one revelation made this past day." Green
eyes glittered at her, filled with suspicion and venom. "Now, I have
a busy week ahead of me, and have no time for your nonsense. I want
a few simple answers, or I will tear this garden apart." The plants
swayed on their stems in the face of a sudden gale, and the air was
filled with leaves and petals, as some of the trees creaked and
groaned. "You realize that I can easily do that, don't you?"

"Yes." The Magician might not be able to touch her thoughts, but he
could decimate her dreamscape and leave her only the cliff and her
memories.

"Güt. See, you are learning already. Now, do you foresee any
problems with letting Farfie play with the doctor?"

"No. She too has been marked to bleed."

"Güt. Are the Elders aware of the catalyst after his display of
power last night?"

"No."

"Güt." The evil one patted Cassandra on her head, as if she were a
pet. "I will be back later to speak to you some more. I need to
know what will happen these next few months and plan accordingly.
Behave yourself, and you can go join your precious Vater and Mutter.
But play me false in any way, and I will make sure that you will not
die for a long, long time to come." With that, Schuldig faded from
her mind, and the tempest around Cassandra calmed down. Her garden
was a bit worse for the wear, with branches and blooms scattered
about, but were more or less intact. The new rose bush appeared
untouched, and she fingered the pale petals.

"Feh, he would have been wise to ask about himself while he was
here. He will also bleed, and the Knight made aware."

*******

Yohji stared around his new room and shivered at its resemblance to
Aya-chan's. He hoped that wasn't a bad omen, especially when Ken was
busy calling Aya to let the man know he had been moved. The blond
figured he'd find out whether or not his lover got the message if he
showed up, or the fire alarms would be triggered. That wasn't a
happy thought either, so he let himself be distracted by the fact
that he hadn't had a cigarette in at least eighteen hours and
desperately needed one now.

Busy thinking of what he'd willingly do or give up for a smoke, Yohji
was startled when the door to his room opened. Hoping it was Aya, he
let out a sigh when Manx walked into the room instead, carrying a
vase filled with sunflowers. "Hello, beautiful. You here to give me
some extra special TLC to help me feel better? I can tell you right
now that the bed is nice and soft." He leered at the redhead.

Manx only rolled her eyes at the comment. "I see it takes more than
almost dying to calm your libido down. Maybe we should have had the
surgeons take care of that when they had you in the operating room."
An elegant eyebrow shot up when Yohji glared at her for that
suggestion, his nightmare from earlier still fresh in his mind.
Hell, he'd woken from the latest drug induced sleep after dreaming
that he was a eunuch responsible for guarding a whole harem of sexy,
scantily clad Ayas, and unable to so much as touch any of them. Talk
about being frustrated as all hell.

"What brings you here, then?"

Setting the flowers on the table near his bed, Manx sat down in one
of the room's chairs, her ankles neatly crossed and her hands resting
in her lap. "What happened last night, Kudoh?"

Great; time for a mission debriefing. "I can't remember things
clearly yet, but I know that the target had some damn good
bodyguards, that's for sure. This one guy with a chain slowed me
down, and I made the mistake of paying more attention to him than his
boss. Least, that's all I can remember." Yohji would play the
whole `too traumatized to recall anything' card for as long as he
could.

Manx stared at him for a moment, as if mentally willing him to spill
his guts about the whole affair, but Yohji only gazed back at her
evenly. She shifted her eyes away first and lifted a hand to brush
aside the hair clinging to her right shoulder. "Well, you might be
happy to know that the doctors are very impressed with your recovery
and are willing to let you go home tomorrow. Kritiker wants you out
of the hospital as soon as possible, to avoid alerting any enemies of
your serious condition."

"It was just a slice along my leg, for the gods' sake. Granted, a
couple centimeters to the one side, and I'd have been begging them to
let me die, but I don't see what has everyone so concerned. I hurt
like hell, but I've had worse injuries before." At least a knife
wound wasn't as painful as a gunshot or burn.

"The big deal is...you should be dead." The agent rose to her feet
and started to play with the sunflowers, arranging them this way and
that. "You lost a lot of blood, yet seem to be suffering almost no
side effects from that. Your luck and constitution have been just
amazing, that is for sure."

Uncomfortable at the serious tone of the conversation, Yohji started
to squirm, only to stop as soon as he tried to move his injured
leg. "Spit it out, Manx. What's happening? Why was a stranger in
on the mission debriefing last night?"

"Because one of our best teams failed in their mission, which is an
almost unprecedented event." Manx's voice was hushed, as if to
ensure that no one overheard them. "My supervisors want to know what
went wrong, and… who is to blame."

A strong feeling of misgiving overtook the blond assassin. "Do they
suspect Aya? He didn't do anything wrong." It was Yohji's fault, not
his lover's, but now he realized that if Kritiker decided to blame
anyone… Fuck.

"No, I don't think they blame him." Those few words flooded Yohji
with relief, until he remembered the `think' part. "He did manage to
take out the target, after all. But this is drawing a lot of
unwelcome attention to Weiß, which is not a good thing at this
time." Slender hands plucked off a few green leaves, while Manx was
careful not to lift her gaze from the flowers. "It might be a good
idea if you and Aya… break things off for a while. I'm not saying to
end the relationship, but just cool off until things calm down. You
really don't want them to find anything out."

"No. Way. In. Hell."

"Kudoh… Yohji, please-"

"NO." Yohji wasn't going to pretend that he and Aya weren't lovers
anymore, not even to convince Kritiker that nothing was going on.
They'd managed to fool the organization for the past few months; they
would continue to do so. If he left Aya alone, with what had been
happening the past few weeks, there was no guarantee he'd get his
lover back. The redhead was already shutting out too much of the
world because of his grief for not being able to protect Aya-chan.

The woman sighed and gave up on the flowers, and him as well. "You
are a stubborn fool, and I only hope that the rest of your team does
not pay for your stupidity." Hah, she meant Omi; Manx could care
less about Aya or Ken. Well, perhaps that was a bit harsh on his
part, but Yohji wasn't going to let the agent convince him of
anything different.

"Is there anything else?"

"Get well soon, Kudoh. Weiß still has a mission to complete."
Leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, Manx whispered in Yohji's
ear, "Be very careful, Kudoh."

"Ah, I knew that you wanted me, Manx. Can I convince you to dress up
as a nurse and personally tend to me? A sponge bath would be nice
right about now."

"You are an irrepressible flirt, I'll have you know. Get your rest,
Kudoh; I'd only make you end up back in intensive care."

Grinning back at the woman, Yohji batted his eyes. "But I think it
would be worth it. Thanks for the flowers, Manx."

When she had left the room, Yohji huffed and tried to adjust his leg
without causing himself any agony. He really should tell the doctors
to dose him again, but the blond felt the need to have his wits about
him, which wouldn't be possible if he was drugged. Besides, the
painkillers were giving him awful nightmares, and he wanted to be
awake when Aya came.

Ken returned a few minutes later holding two cups of coffee in his
hands. The athlete held one out to him. "Thanks, Kenken, but I'd
rather have a cigarette. Did you call them?"

"I am not sneaking you cigarettes, Kudoh. Think about this the next
time you have a desire to spend a few days in a hospital. Besides,
the staff would kill me if they found out." Ken took a sip of
coffee, and sat in the chair that Manx had vacated. "I left a
message for Omi and managed to wake Aya up. He said he'd come, but I
don't know when. I also ran into Manx while I was out."

"Huhn, what did she have to say?"

"Not much, just that you were going home tomorrow, and that as far as
Kritiker is concerned, the mission is not over. Do me a favor,
Yohji, and try not to screw up next time. I hate hospitals."

Yohji would have given anything to be able to get out of bed and kick
the brunet's ass at the moment, but had to settle for doing his best
Aya impression. The glare he was giving his teammate was bumped up
to a pretty impressive shi-ne impersonation when Ken found the remote
to the television set in the room and promptly turned on a soccer
game. Did the man have a special talent or something that he never
failed to find a damn game being played on some station or another?
And of course, Ken had pushed back the chair enough that he and the
remote were safely out of reach.

He was about to page the staff to come and give him more drugs, just
so Yohji didn't have to put up with Hidaka yelling and screaming
about a bunch of grown men kicking a ball back and forth, when Aya
walked into the room. Yohji tried to sit up, only to let out a yelp
at the pain in his leg that motion caused. His lover hurried over to
his side.

"Sit still, Kudoh." Aya sat on the edge of his bed, his purple eyes
shadowed and his face still showing some bruises. He also had lacked
his usual grace while crossing the room and held himself stiffly.
Yohji reached out to brush back the ragged bangs falling onto the
pale face and smiled when Aya tilted his head into the caress.

"Ken, go watch the door."

Ken turned off the tv and quietly got up to leave the room, making
sure to close the door behind him. Yohji tugged Aya closer to him,
noting how his kitten was biting into his lip as he settled on the
bed next to the blond. "You alright?" It was a bit awkward trying
to get two wounded men to lie down comfortably on a twin bed,
especially when Yohji couldn't move too much, but soon enough, Aya
was lying on his side, his head resting on the older man's chest.

"I won't be able to get up right away."

"Don't worry about that, Ken will give us enough warning if anyone
stops by for a visit. Are your ribs bothering you? You look like
hell, love."

There was a weak jab to Yohji's ribs, but otherwise Aya didn't
respond to the comment, just tucked his head under the blond's chin.
Thankful that his lover was here with him, Yohji let the silence be
for a few minutes, as the pain in his leg seemed to fade away. Aya's
left arm rested on his stomach, and he entwined their fingers
together.

"I love you, you know." The statement seemed to startle Aya, and the
man slowly shifted to sit back upright, a frown on his face. Yohji
grabbed an eartail and yanked him down for a kiss, refusing to let go
when his lover would have pulled away. Several minutes later, Aya
managed to escape, his breathing heavy and lips swollen.

Snaking out a long arm, Yohji prevented the pale man from moving too
far away. "Aya, is something wrong?" There was an air of sadness
about the redhead, and the violet eyes refused to meet his.

"I'm fine, Kudoh."

Great, someone wasn't in a talkative mood, and Yohji didn't think
that they had all that long before a doctor or someone else walked
into the room and interrupted them. "Are you still mad at me about
last night? Or pissed off that I got injured during the mission? I
didn't do it deliberately, you know."

Aya hugged his right arm around his sore ribs and wouldn't lift his
head to look at the older man. "I'm not."

Something was definitely wrong if Aya was passing up the chance to
bitch him out about a screw up on his part. Yohji grabbed a hold of
an eartail and kept yanking on it until Aya batted his hand away and
glared at him. "Then what are you mad about?"

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Something's bothering you, I'm certain about that.
You didn't skin me alive for being stupid enough to get injured, you
won't look at me, and you didn't say that you loved me back." Aya
might almost never say the words first, but he always said them after
Yohji did. The playboy lightly ran a finger over a bruised cheekbone
and was surprised when Aya grabbed his hand and pressed it against
his face as he stared at him with a blazing pair of eyes.

"I love you." But the statement seemed incomplete, as if Aya wanted
to add something else, but refrained from doing so. Yohji was
wishing that he wasn't so tired and in pain, otherwise he might stand
a chance of deciphering what the hell his lover was trying to say.

"That's good, because I sure as hell love you, too." Trying to
lighten the serious mood, Yohji decided to crack a joke. "So much
so, that when I get out of here tomorrow, you better not expect to be
leaving our bed anytime soon. I think I'm going to need to keep you
real close, to make sure I don't suffer a relapse or something. You
better take your vitamins, kitten, so you can keep up with me."
Yohji waggled his eyebrows up and down, and a leer twisted his lips.
However, he didn't get the response that he had been expecting for
his joke, which was either a slight smile or another punch to his
ribs. Instead, Aya's face became even more closed, and the smaller
man again tried to pull away. "Aya, love, what the fuck is bothering
you?"

"Don't worry, Kudoh, you'll get your sex when you feel better."

Were he and Aya having the same conversation, or what? Yohji didn't
understand what he'd said to make the pale man answer him back in
such a bitter tone. "Hey, I'm only kidding, you know. Not about
wanting you to stay by me, but about the sex." Mostly. He wouldn't
pass up the chance to make love to Aya, if and when the opportunity
presented itself. Though he wasn't quite sure if he'd be up to it
any time soon, considering how badly his leg hurt.

His boyfriend just stared at him with doubt plain on his face. "How
am I to know, when that's all that you usually want?"

"Aya…" Maybe this was another one of his nightmares. Yanking a hand
through his hair and tugging on the long strands to make sure he was
indeed awake, Yohji tried to make sense of what was happening. First
off, Aya was rather upset about something, which was par for the
course. Secondly, the man was acting as if all Yohji was interested
in was sex. With a sudden flush, the blond recalled what their
relationship had been like for the past month or so. All the two of
them had ended up doing lately was screw each other's brains out;
their last real date had been with Teddy and Koyu. Before that, Aya
had seemed upset about something and had wanted Yohji almost
desperately, as if to reassure himself that Yohji was his. And, they
had been fighting so much back then, it had been a way to escape the
anger and remind themselves that they did love each other. After Aya-
chan's kidnapping… sex had been a way to distract the kitten from the
fact that his sister was gone and that they couldn't find her, and a
way to keep the man from retreating from Yohji.

And, Yohji hadn't protested the importance that their sex life had
taken in their relationship, not at all. Not when it meant having a
willing Aya to ravish and, in a way, dominate. It had felt so
incredibly good to have the man need him somehow, to know that he
could get past Aya Fujimiya's icy defenses at any time and possess
the man completely. The sex had been fantastic, and the rush of
being in charge had been almost as delicious, knowing that he was the
only man able to drag his lover off to the bedroom or greenhouse and
fuck him silly. It had also been a way to reassure himself that Aya
was his, since the redhead would let Yohji take advantage of him like
that. After all, Aya almost never said the words unless Yohji did; he
could only recall one time when that hadn't been so.

So, it was possible that Aya's belief that Yohji wanted him only for
sex wasn't all that farfetched. It was even something crazy enough
for the pale man to get into his beautiful head. Especially with
some damn shrink making him feel like hell. Now, how to go about
convincing the stubborn fool otherwise?

"Aya…" Yohji waited for his redhead to look at him before
continuing. "I adore having sex with you, I won't deny it. But
that's not why I love you. You are beautiful, frustrating,
intelligent, and can be the most loyal, giving person that I know.
And so, as the chibi might say, I've let my hormones take control of
my better judgment lately. But I don't want you because of the sex.
Hell, I'll sleep in the spare bedroom for the next month or so, if it
will make you feel better. Please, just don't think I'm using you
for sex. Not you." He stared beseechingly at the younger man,
wishing he was a telepath, so he could figure out if he was reaching
Aya or not.

His lover stared back at him for a moment, his face blank of emotions
once more. "Was your… relationship with Asuka like this?"

Another famous Fujimiya shift in topic guaranteed to make Yohji's
head spin. The fact it was about his dead lover didn't help matters
either. "Asuka and I? You mean, did we have sex all the time?" Aya
nodded his head. Unsure of why the topic had shifted to the only
other person he had loved, Yohji shook his head in response. "No, it
wasn't as intense as ours is. We both were so busy trying to make
the business a success, and often one of us would be working on a
case when the other was at home." He regretted wasting the time he
could have spent with the fiery woman. "Sex only became more
important afterwards, as way to escape from the job and the memories,
until you and I became lovers. Then I was reminded of how special it
could be, and how great it felt, when making love to someone I
actually cared about, that I wanted to experience it as much as
possible. Is this making any sense?" It would sure as hell help if
Aya allowed some emotion or another cross his face, and let Yohji
know if he was convincing him or just pissing the man off even
more. "I guess I forgot about how nice it felt to just hold you, or
spend time together. I really do love you, Aya; I've never lied
about that."
The quiet man continued to gaze at him, then closed his eyes. He
shook off Yohji's hand, and lowered himself back down beside the
playboy. Yohji held on tight to the slender form, and placed a kiss
on the top of Aya's head. "You know, you make the pain go away. I
can barely feel my leg when you're here with me. Please, love, stay
a while."

"I told you, Yohji, that I'm here as long as you want me." That was
another ambiguous statement, and Yohji didn't think he could decipher
it at the moment. Stroking a hand through silky crimson strands, he
heard Aya whisper that he loved him back.

Why was it that whenever he tried to protect and help the ones he
loved, Yohji failed so miserably? He had wanted to keep Aya safe
from Kritiker, only to make their supervisors direct more attention
Weiß's way. He had wanted the man feel safe and cherished, to make
the pain go away for a short while. Instead, he made Aya feel used.
He had tried to give Asuka a secure future, and took a risky job on
the chance that it would be their big break, only to run into Riot
and Takatori. When it came to the people he loved, it seemed as if
he couldn't do anything right.

But, at least Aya was here in his arms, and he had another chance at
making things right. Yohji kissed him on the head again and tugged
lightly on an eartail. "How are you, really? Ken said you got
roughed up a bit, and I can tell your ribs are hurting you."

"I'm tired, ache all over, have more stitches than I want to think
about, and am sick of people using me, Yohji. I just want to be left
alone."

"You didn't have to come, then. Why don't you go home and get some
more sleep?"

Yohji flinched when he was punched in the stomach, and then again
when he tried to move his legs. "Ow. You could have just said `no'."

"I want to be here. You make the pain go away too."

"Well, that's good, considering what bad shape we're both in. It's
nice to know that I'll have someone to snuggle up to for the next
couple of days."

"Hn." Aya shifted more of his weight on top of Yohji, and let out a
sigh as he shivered slightly. Guessing that his lover was cold, the
older man lifted the blankets off of himself and tucked them around
Aya. They remained curled up together for almost a half hour, when
there was a sudden knock on the door: two rapid knocks, then a pause,
and another three bursts. Both of the assassins relaxed as they
recognized the `stand down' signal.

Omi and Ken slid into the room, the younger man holding a tray of
food in his hands. "Yohji! You certainly look better today. Here's
your food; we managed to talk the nurse into stopping back to check
up on you at the end of his rounds."

Setting the food on the bedside table, Omi didn't give Yohji a chance
to answer him. "I hear that you will be coming home tomorrow.
That's very good! It makes me feel better, since I didn't bring you
any flowers. I know you aren't very fond of them. You look better
as well, Ayan; the nap must have helped."

At first it appeared as if someone had hit his stash of candy before
arriving at the hospital, but Yohji caught how the blue eyes narrowed
each time they rested on him, only to widen in concern when they
shifted to his lover. Oh shit, Omi wasn't happy. Wondering what
he'd done to piss the youth off, Yohji wracked his brain for a
reason, and couldn't come up with any.

"There were a ton of messages on the Koneko's answering machine,
wondering why we were closed. It's a good thing that the shop is
closed tomorrow as well, or else we'd have a bunch of girls holding
vigil outside. I'm sure you'll get lots of flowers when they find
out you've been hurt, Yohji."

Yep, Omi was pissed when he had called Aya by a nickname and not
him. Yohji sighed as his boyfriend sat up and pushed the tray of
food his way. Knowing he had to eat if he wanted to be out of here
tomorrow, Yohji picked up his chopsticks and wrinkled his nose when
dinner turned out to be some steamed fish, vegetables and
rice. "Couldn't one of you guys have smuggled in some hamburgers, or
something?"

"Well, Yohji, if I had _known_ about it _beforehand_, I could have
brought you some food. You _should_ have _said_ something."

Oh shit, he had discussed the idea of messing up a mission with the
chibi, hadn't he? All this time Yohji had worried about how Aya
would react to a botched assignment that he had never spared Omi a
thought. And apparently, the boy was pissed beyond belief at him.
He suddenly started to rethink this getting out of the hospital bit,
not sure if he would survive for long once he was back at home. Omi
was most likely waiting til there were no witnesses about to tear
into him. Mere castration would be getting off easy, judging from
the dirty looks being directed his way. Forgetting about his meal,
Yohji pulled his blankets up to his neck and whimpered.

*******

Pushing her chair away from her desk, Kirie Arai rubbed her tired
eyes. Weiß was turning out to be a very interesting team. Its
leader was a young man who had practically been raised to be an
assassin and was quite the dichotomy, what with his life as a killer
and his insistence to be allowed to lead as normal a life as
possible. Then there were the other two members: one who seemed well
on his way to a psychotic breakdown, and another that couldn't keep
his dick in his pants. Add to that the fact that Balinese had been
recruited into the organization thanks to his guilt over his lover's
death, and that Siberian had been betrayed by someone whom he had
greatly trusted; there was angst aplenty for her to work with. Arai
was looking forward to getting inside the young men's heads.

But at the moment, she was exhausted and hungry. Upon investigating
her kitchen, the empath realized that she had put off grocery
shopping a bit too long. Deciding to make do with some takeout, Arai
slipped on her shoes and walked to the nearby KFC. She placed her
order and paid for the food, then waited for it to be packed up.

"Hello, little witch."

Arai turned around to find Jei standing behind her, dressed in a long
white coat. The foreigner smiled at her, then reached out to touch
her bandaged hand. "Have you been trying to wash away your sins on
your own?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Talking to you. Have you been trying to cleanse yourself?"

Holding onto the fingers that had been brushing against her hand,
Arai nodded her head. A thrill ran through her at the simple
contact, and she found herself wanting to forget about the lousy day
she had had and experience more of the addicting bliss. She walked
away from the counter, completely oblivious to the young woman who
was trying to get her attention so she could retrieve her order and
tugged Jei along with her. It surprised the empath when the scarred
man meekly followed her. Her talent could pick up nothing from Jei
but amusement and anticipation.

The both of them were quiet during the walk to her apartment, and in
a few minutes they were standing in her living room. Turning to face
the tall foreigner, Arai let out a gasp as he suddenly pushed her
against the wall. She readied her power to strike back at the man,
wondering why she had brought a stranger home with her, but the
thought suddenly vanished from her mind when Jei kissed her. All
that mattered was his weight pressing against her; his tongue deep in
her mouth, tasting of honey and cinnamon. Arai let out a small moan
when the man pulled away from her.

"Your bedroom?"

Jei's voice was husky and low, sending shivers down her spine as he
whispered in his accented Japanese. Arai nodded her head in the
direction of the room and allowed the man to pull her to it. He
pushed her down onto the bed and stood at the foot of it as he peeled
off the white coat, revealing the white, sleeveless top he wore
beneath it and the bandages that ran all along his left arm. The man
paused to fish something out of the pocket of his jacket before
tossing the garment aside. The empath saw that it was a small knife
and shivered in anticipation as Jei joined her on her bed, straddling
her waist as he reached for her bandaged hand.

A few swift cuts, and the gauze drifted to the bed, revealing a hand
bearing several shallow cuts. "Ah, you did try to cleanse yourself,
didn't you? But it didn't work, did it, my little witch?"

"No," she whispered back, a hint of a whine in her voice. "Why
didn't it?"

"Because you have to embrace the sin as you wash it away. God wants
you to repent, but it will only work if you revel in blasphemy."
Jei's mouth licked at her hand, a warm wet touch that had Arai
sucking in her breath. "Revel in it, witch." He shifted to lay his
body on top of hers and to claim her mouth once more. Arai let out a
gasp as sharp teeth bit into her lower lip at the same time the knife
cut the palm of her hand. Bliss radiated from the wounds, and the
empath started to writhe on the bed. Jei chuckled softly and used
the knife to cut away the buttons of her blouse, then to strip her of
the garment. "So many sins to cleanse away; you will be such fun.
We'll make God cry, to watch us revel in blood and blasphemy."

Arai's world narrowed down to the feel of the sharp blade biting into
her flesh again and again, and Jei's tongue lapping at the wounds.
He slowly stripped her of her clothes, cutting them away from her
body until the woman was bare before him. As the knife dug into her
inner thigh, Arai moaned at the bliss crashing through her body,
making her back arch off the bed. There was another chuckle from
Jei, his breath caressing her skin before his mouth descending on the
cut, suckling the blood that welled from it.

The feel of fingers pushing inside her made Arai cry out, and Jei cut
her on the right breast moments later. The fingers pushed in and out
of her, twisting about, and his mouth was so insistent on her
lacerated flesh. "More please. Deeper." She didn't know if she
meant the cuts or his fingers, but Jei obliged her with both, and the
pleasure/pain drove all thoughts from her mind. This high was better
than anything she had ever experienced before, be it heroin or
ecstasy or speed, and tears ran down the empath's face at the joy
coursing through her veins. One more slice, along her right nipple,
and Arai came with a blinding intensity.

As the woman lay limp on the bed, Jei pulled his fingers out of her
and sat beside her. He licked first the fingers, and then the sharp
knife before smiling down on her. "Mmm, you taste so sweet, little
witch. I can't wait for more, but he is calling me, and I have to
leave. Wallow in your sins until we meet again, so we will have much
to revel in next time." Jei leaned down to kiss her deeply once
more, so Arai could taste herself and the copper tang of her own
blood on his tongue, and then the man rose to his feet. His white
clothes were marred with her blood, but the scarred man appeared
unconcerned about that, as he retrieved his trenchcoat and pulled it
back on and left.

Arai forced her body to move and languidly sat up. Looking down, she
found dozens of shallow cuts marring her skin; some of them still
oozing blood, especially those on her breasts. But they did not
hurt; instead, a small amount of pleasure radiated from the wounds.
She wiped a finger along her bleeding nipple and cleaned the blood
from it with her tongue. It didn't taste as good as it did on Jei's
tongue, and she frowned in disappointment. In the back of her mind
was a nagging thought, but it kept fading away when the woman tried
to acknowledge it, so she ignored it. Rising to her feet, Arai
decided that it would be best to take a bath and patch up the deeper
cuts. She had work that needed tending to, so she would put her good
mood to use. As she entered the bathroom, she wondered how long it
would be before she saw Jei again. She was already craving more of
the bliss he awoke in her.

*******

Schuldig stood waiting outside on the street and sensed when Farfie
had finished with the bitch. He rested his head back on the glass
window he was leaning against and burrowed his way deeper into the
empath's brain. Really, for one of Kritiker's best, the woman had
appalling shields. Her arrogance in her power would be her downfall;
that, and the pleasure she got from hurting his heart. Tweaking a
few things here and there, he buried deep inside Arai's mind all the
doubts she should be having over what was happening to her and
strengthened the bitch's addictive personality. Once a junkie,
always a junkie, and he was twisting the elements that had made her
an addict in the past, making her crave what Farfie was doing to her
now. Really, it was such a simple task to do both that and to change
pain into pleasure. Another session or two with the Irishman, and
the bitch would be completely certifiable. She'd never get another
chance to hurt Aya.

The telepath found the woman's plans to interrogate the rest of Weiß
and looked forward to some fun in the morning. Mixing business and
pleasure was so much fun, and it had been a while since he'd messed
with the cocklicker's mind. Schuldig used his bond with Aya to see
what his little tuberose was up to and found the man on his way home
from the hospital. Aya was torn by his enjoyment in spending time
near Kudoh and seeing his boyfriend alive and on the mend, and his
doubts about the relationship. Ah, Kudoh had fucked up big time by
calling out for his old lover like that. Aya still doubted that the
man wanted him as anything other than a substitute for the `dead'
woman.

It was amazing how much damage one little sentence could do, and what
made things even sweeter was the fact that the man-whore had no idea
of what he had done. But things were finally beginning to come
together, and in a few short months Aya would be Schuldig's. Kudoh's
insatiable sex drive and his refusal to let go of his lost love were
the first cracks in his and the catalyst's relationship, and that
would give Schuldig the advantage he needed to steal Aya away from
the prick.

Opening his eyes, Schuldig found Farfie standing beside him, humming
under his breath. "Did you have fun?"

"Oh yes, very much so. Her blood was so sweet. Thank you."

"It's Brad you should be thanking, since he decided to let us play
before the mission." It had surprised the German when his leader had
interrupted his dinner and ordered him to take Farfarello out for
a `little play', to appease the madman's blood lust before the
mission. Crawford was up to something, but Schuldig hadn't yet
figure out just what. It got on his nerves that the two precogs he
had to deal with were being so sneaky and had the ability to block
his talent. He knew the two of them were planning something and
would make them pay if it interfered with his own plans, though he
and Crawford had seemed to reach some sort of accord concerning Aya.

The thought of his tuberose, and the nap they had taken together
brought a smile to Schuldig's face as he headed for his car with
Farfie in tow. It was time to get to work.

*******

Teddy crept along a small alley between two warehouses and stood on
his toes to whisper in his brother's ear. "Two trucks and a limo
have just pulled into the complex. These guys seem real busy for an
organization that has just lost their head honcho."

"I know, and that worries me. Now hush." Mickey pressed Teddy
against the wall and peered over his head to where a group of armed
men were standing beside a large mound of crates that had arrived
almost an hour ago. Teddy stared at the small group as well and
waited for the new arrivals to join the men.

Something wasn't right here. A highly illegal activity was taking
place out in the open like this, right after the smuggling ring had
been attacked last night, yet these guys were not acting very
concerned. Security was so lax it was laughable, and Teddy knew a
thing or two about security, having spent most of his life on army
bases. No one was patrolling the area, and the smugglers were way
too relaxed as they smoked and chatted.

A flash of lights warned the two agents of the approaching trucks,
they shifted back into the shadows as the vehicles pulled up near the
crates. The limo stopped by the group of men, and a young man got
out from the back and joined them.

"Teddy, is it just me, or is there no equipment to move the crates?"

Squinting his eyes, the younger brother searched the docks for the
forklifts or dollies that the smugglers would need to use to get the
crates of weapons into the trucks. They had been forklifted off the
ship, and if brute strength was going to be relied upon to get the
boxes into the trucks, the smugglers would be here all night. "No, I
don't see a thing, Mickey."

"Something is wrong here. Teddy, maybe you should go back to the
car."

The longhaired man only shook his head as he pulled out his
Glock. "Nope, no can do. This is my assignment too, and I'm staying
here until they load those crates onto the trucks."

"Teddy, this is no time for- wait, another car is coming." The two
brothers watched as an imported sedan came to a stop beside the
limo. Two figures stepped out of it: a dark haired foreigner with
glasses, dressed in a white suit, and a teenager in a grey school
uniform. "Who are those two?"

Something about the newcomers seemed familiar, but Teddy couldn't
place it. At least, not until the boy stepped over to the crates,
and the boxes began to float through the air into the back of the
trucks. "Fuck, they're Schwarz."

"Teddy, get in the damn car right now, and give Birman the
description of the trucks. She can arrange for someone to follow the
vehicles." When the younger Stout remained where he was, Mickey
snarled out the order again.

Glancing worriedly at his sibling, Teddy pushed away from the wall.

"I'm afraid that we can't allow that to happen, mein leibe Kollegen.
Any chance of you remaining where you are, like good little boys?
No? What a shame. That means we get to play." Both Americans
looked at the other end of the alley where a man with long, reddish
orange hair, and another with short, white hair were standing. The
two of them let out a few choice swear words at the sight of the
missing members of Schwarz.

<Ah, it's so nice to be recognized. Time for you to earn some hazard
pay.>

Mickey, ever the pragmatist, let his bat fall to the ground as he
reached for the Beretta tucked in the small of his back. He managed
to get off two shots, one of them hitting Berserker in the thigh, as
the madman bounced around and came near enough to knock the weapon
from his hands.

For his part, Teddy was trying to focus his eyes enough to shoot
Mastermind, but he found his vision going blurry. A blossom of pain
burned along his right arm, and he let out a gasp as first his gun
was sent flying, and then so was he.

A cry from Mickey had the young man scrambling to his feet, only to
find a gun shoved in his face.

<Ah, ah, ah, you stay there.> "Farfie, you've already had your fun
for the night; either finish him off or leave the man alone." Shit,
that was his brother the sick fuck was messing with. Teddy let out a
string of obscenities and had his vision go dark as the gun smashed
into his temple. He fell to the ground once more, and a kick to his
ribs had him gasping for air.

"These aren't the kitties I want to play with. They aren't as much
fun."

"I know, Farfie. What do you say to us using them to send Kritiker a
message? Leave the big one alone so he can hear what I say." Teddy
saw the redhead, who had to be Mastermind, walk over to where his
brother was crumpled on the ground. "Tell your masters that if they
send anyone other than Weiß after us, we will let Berserker play with
their agents and send the pieces back to them. That pack of kitties
is so much more amusing than you two. We so enjoy making them bleed."

Mickey let out a groan as he tried to get to his feet, only to have
the arm he was using for a lever kicked out from under him. "Huhn,
though we have to give you points for being almost as stubborn as
them."

Mastermind left the other man to return to Teddy, who found himself
jerked to his feet, with a hand clasped around his throat. "We'll
throw you back and see if you can't be more of a challenge some other
time." <You owe my little tuberose for this, you know. I'm sparing
you two for his sake. The next time you see `Red', pass this message
along to him. Maybe he'll appreciate this gift more than the usual
flowers and jewelry, and I expect him to be properly thankful the
next time I see him. And tell Balinese that I look forward to facing
him again. Mention this conversation to anyone else and…> There was
a tingling sensation in his head, and the nasal voice chuckled inside
his mind. <Tell your supervisors about those messages, and I'll let
Farfie play with your cute boyfriend. Do you want to cause the man
even more pain? He'll lose a hell of a lot more than his eyes this
time.> The hand let him go and Teddy fell once more to the ground.

"Ta ta for now; I'm sure we'll see more of you in the future." The
two assassins vanished in a blur, and Teddy crawled over to where his
brother was lying.

"Mickey, are you okay?" There was a wet sheen to the larger man's
black shirt, and patches of red showed through the sliced
fabric. "Mickey?"

Teddy's brother wheezed as he rolled over on his side. "Think… the…
ahh, prick… punctured a… huuuhn… lung."

"Fuck. Can you stand, bro? We need to get you to the hospital."

"What… ehhhh… about… you?"

Carefully draping Mickey's arm over his shoulder, Teddy got the
injured man onto his feet. A quick glimpse at the dock showed that
the smugglers, crates, and vehicles were all gone. "My head hurts
like hell, and I'm so mad I could bite through nails. Let's go." He
helped his brother to their car, one of the longest walks in his
life, and then climbed behind the wheel.

After stalling the car a few times and leaving a pile of shavings
from the clutch behind, Teddy managed to get the car into the proper
gear and sped down the road. Anyone who got in his way was fucked,
as he wasn't stopping for anything. As he swore to have Mickey teach
him how to drive a stick shift as soon as the man recovered, and he
damn well would recover if he knew what was good for him, Teddy used
his cellphone to notify the Magic Bus Hospital that two wounded
agents were coming in.

Pulling up to the emergency room entrance, he found two nurses
waiting there with a gurney. The burly men easily managed to get
Mickey out of the car, onto the portable bed and were soon wheeling
him inside. Teddy declined the same assistance, and found himself
herded into a curtained room where a surly doctor was waiting to tend
to him. The man checked his eyes, ordered a few x-rays, pronounced
the gunshot wound to his arm little more than a scratch, and gave him
several shots for his trouble. Teddy kept asking about his brother
and was repeatedly told that the man was fine. As the doctor was
examining his x-rays, Birman entered the private area.

"How is he?"

"A bit roughed up, but otherwise fine. He can go home any time now."

"Good." The slender woman, dressed in an evening gown, nodded her
head at the doctor and walked over to stand in front of Teddy. "I
just spoke to Mickey's doctor, and he is doing well. His lung was
punctured, but they re-inflated it and closed his wounds; he is
listed in fair condition. Now, what happened tonight?"

Relieved that his brother was going to be alright, Teddy felt his
body sag as the tension vanished. "The smuggling ring was in full
swing tonight. There was a shipment of at least thirty crates, and
Schwarz showed up to help them cart the things off."

The woman snapped to attention at the German word. "Schwarz? Are
you sure?"

"How many other teams out there have a telekinetic brat that could
move a couple tons of weapons in under five minutes, and have a
telepath and some sick fuck with a fetish for knives? That's how
Mickey and I got our asses kicked; Mastermind and Berserker wanted to
play." Teddy knew that he had seen the German somewhere before, and
not from the blurry photos he'd been shown during his orientation.
He'd heard that voice before, as well.

Birman was quiet for a moment. "How did you survive?"

Teddy let out a bitter laugh at the question. "We weren't
entertaining enough for them. They said to let Weiß play with them
next, or they'll kill whoever else they run across." Mastermind's
words echoed in his head, about how they had been spared because of
Aya. What that prick had to do with the redhead, Teddy didn't know,
but he sure as hell was going to find out. But he wouldn't tell
anyone of their private conversation, not when Koyu's life was on the
line. He knew enough about the telepath to know he'd have no problem
tracking down his lover and keeping his word. There was no way in
hell Teddy was going to let anything happen to the man, not when Koyu
still bore the scars from David.

"Weiß… This is not good. Schwarz's involvement complicates things."

"You think?" At the scowl Birman directed his way, Teddy shrugged
his shoulders. "Sorry. I'm in pain, my brother just had surgery,
and a bunch of freaks just wiped the floor with us. Colour me
bitchy."

"'Bitchy' seems to be an understatement." Birman sighed as she
tugged up the bodice of her black strapless gown. "Amusing enough or
not, the two of you should be commended for surviving a run-in with
Schwarz. Very few people ever do. And now we have some very
valuable information. Go check up on Mickey, then go home and get
some rest. There will be a car waiting for you outside. You are off
active duty for the time being." She patted him awkwardly on the arm
and left the room, reaching into her bag for her cellphone as she did
so.

With a groan of pain, Teddy jumped off examination bed and went out
to harass a nurse. The flustered woman gave him the room number
where his brother would be taken after he came out of recovery, and
Teddy made his way to it. He waited outside in the hall, leaning
against the wall for support. After a while, Mickey was wheeled off
an elevator and heading in his direction. Giving the doctors a few
minutes to make sure his brother was comfortable, Teddy entered the
room and held the man's hand for a short while, just to reassure
himself that the big galoot was indeed fine. The medical staff
allowed him that time, before gently but insistently telling him that
visiting hours were over, and that he needed to go home.

The ride to his and Koyu's apartment was a blur in the American's
memory, as he found himself drifting in and out of sleep along the
way. The driver had to wake him up when they reached the complex,
and Teddy wearily made his way to his door. He garnered a few odd
stares along the way, with his dirty and bloodstained clothes, the
bandage along his right arm and the bruise on the side of his face,
not to mention his unraveling braid. All he wanted was to take a
shower and fall into a bed that contained a nice, warm Koyu to
snuggle against.

Entering his apartment, Teddy flinched as he turned on the light.
Sitting on the couch was Koyu, a serious expression on his
face. "Ah, Koyu, what are you doing up?

"I couldn't sleep, and decided to wait for you to come home."
Dammit, the man must have been suffering another nightmare, inspired
by the time he had spent in David's hands. Teddy felt even guiltier
than usual over the matter, and without thinking, hurried over to hug
his lover. "Teddy, what the hell is going on? You smell like blood
and gunpowder."

Oh shit, he had forgotten all about what had happened, being worried
over how Koyu was feeling. "Ah, I cut my hand on a broken plate
tonight, and got some blood on my uniform. Let me take a shower, and
we can go to bed."

"Teddy, don't lie to me. I might be blind, but I still have my other
senses. Your clothes feel sticky and gritty, and," the longhaired
man let out a moan as a hand squeezed his wounded arm, "this sure as
hell isn't your hand. And I know what gunpowder smells like, after
going out with you to target practice."

"Something's been going on with you and Mickey the past month or
two. You've been working weird hours, and this isn't the first time
I've smelled blood or gunpowder on you. And you've been getting hurt
an awful lot at `work' lately. At a job that I know you haven't been
to for over a month, since I tried getting ahold of you at Kasbah a
couple of weeks ago. Tell me what is happening, or I'm leaving right
now. What have the two of you gotten yourselves into?"

Exhausted and sore, Teddy could only stare at his lover and wonder
what he was going to say to the man.

*******

Oh, this might help a bit in deciphering Cassandra's babble. It's
based on an old nursery counting rhyme, which has many versions out
there. You sorta use it to count blackbirds as a way to foretell the
future.

One for sorrow
To for joy
Three for girl
Four for boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret, never to be told

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