Of Cups and Wands
Chapter 5
*******
Aya's eyes drifted open, the pansy colored orbs blinking a few times as he tried
to decide if he really wanted to be awake or not. A sense of exhaustion still
remained, but he'd just experienced a rather unsettling dream. Of him floating
in nothingness, clad only in a myriad of threads that stretched out to everything.
Quite a number of them connected to Schuldig, and with each beat of his heart
in the dream the telepath came closer and closer as the threads bound the two
men tighter to each other. Schuldig had just smiled at him and murmured "soon,
little Katalisator, soon." The dream had left him with a mixture of apprehension
and a sense of confinement, with just a touch of longing. That last bit was
what had him so shook up. He didn't think that the reverie signified that Mastermind
was back to his usual nocturnal visits; there hadn't been enough pain or torment
in it for it to mean that. Nonetheless, the dream had left him with a desire
to remain awake for a bit.
He was still cold. It seemed to radiate out from the center of him, as if some
vital flame had been doused or stifled. Soaking in Yohji's body heat seemed
to help somewhat, but the ache continued to persist. Sighing, Aya set about
disentangling himself from his lover. There were things that needed to be done,
and as much as he wished to stay in the warm bed, it just wouldn't do. The older
man mumbled a little and rolled over, but didn't wake the slightest bit. Yohji's
ability to sleep most of the day away constantly amazed his lover.
Silently crossing over to the closet, Aya tried to select an outfit to wear
as quickly and quietly as possible. He seemed to recall that Yohji had been
in a questioning mood last night, but couldn't remember how much he had answered
the blond. No sense in starting off the day with a barrage of queries. Reaching
into the packed wardrobe, Aya found a thick black sweater that belonged to his
new roommate. Shrugging his shoulders, the pale man decided why not and held
on to it. Yohji didn't seem to mind him wearing the man's clothes, and the top
looked hearteningly warm. After a minute he pulled out a pair of his tan pants.
That was the good thing about black; practically everything in his wardrobe
went with it. Which was why he owned so many black pieces of clothes, no matter
what Kudoh said about it being a sign of a disturbed and melancholy personality.
It only took a few seconds to get dressed. The redhead had to admit it was nice
not having to run back to his old room for a change of clothes, or scour about
trying to find something clean and suitable to wear each morning. Hugging his
arms tight against his chest, Aya left the room. A short stop in the bathroom
assured that he was presentable. There had been a flash of concern when he'd
glimpsed his face in the mirror, much paler than normal and the dark purple
eyes that stood out vividly from the white skin, but it was just a fleeting
thought. Along with the question of why he still felt so chilled, even wearing
a thick sweater. <Don't worry about it. Forget.> There were so many other
things to distract his attention, such as getting the floral arrangements ready
for the day and finding out how much longer the electricians would be rewiring
the shop. Then there was Yuushi to face, after what had happened last evening,
and the upcoming visit from Manx.
Walking into the kitchen he found Omi standing in front of the stove, right
leg bent at an angle and the top of his foot resting on a chair. "Ohayoo Aya-kun.
I hope you're hungry for a late breakfast." Aya just hn'ed in answer to the
boy as he filled the teapot and set it on the stove. There was a pot of miso
soup bubbling away, and Omi was busy flipping what appeared to be an overstuffed
omelet.
"Go sit down at the table, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." Eying
the slender man, Omi realized why Mastermind had been so adamant that Manx or
Birman didn't catch sight of Aya. The redhead was still much too pale, his skin
taking on an almost translucent tone. Add to that the eyes several shades darker
than they should be, and anyone familiar with the swordsman would be in for
quite a shock. If either of the women mentioned the changes to their supervisors..
Omi knew that Kritiker paid such minute attention to Aya that it would most
likely set off alarms and result in the redhead being submitted to a multitude
of tests. Which would be a bad thing, especially if his power slipped its leash
while Aya was under scrutiny.
Checking the eggs to see if they were done, the young blond grimaced at the
direction his train of thought had gone off in. Here he was, following the orders
of Mastermind. The bastard responsible for the death of his sister. And he couldn't
tell anyone. Yohji and Ken's first response would be to rush out and try to
kill the telepath, assuming they didn't take him to task for going along with
Schuldig in the first place. He knew Yohji in particular would be furious at
him, the man was very protective about his boyfriend and wouldn't react very
well to the news. As for Aya, the youth was no longer sure where the quiet man
stood with the telepath. Images of his friend, curled up on Schuldig's lap as
the German had stroked the pale face and chest kept flooding his mind. Plus
the fact that the Schwarz agent kept insinuating that there was some sort of
bond between the two men. How else did he know so much about the redhead's well
being? All Omi could do for the time being was keep listening to the telepath
and pray that the demands were kept reasonable. And maintain a careful watch
for the first presented opportunity to kill the man. Schuldig's days were numbered,
that was for sure. There was no way he was going to let a psychopath control
the people he cared about like this. Omi could manage protecting Aya on his
own after that.
"The food's all done, come over here and get some." The young blond turned off
the heat under the teakettle and twisted about to face his silent friend. Aya
was hunched over the table, his arms wrapped around his chest. "You okay, you
look as if you're freezing."
His concern was rewarded with a glower. "I'm fine." The redhead got up to grab
the hot water for some tea. About to return back to the table with the pot and
a mug, his arm was grasped in a tight hold.
"You need something more in you than a cup of tea. Did you ever eat anything
last night?" Aya didn't reply, causing Omi's eyes to narrow. "I didn't think
so. Alright then, one omelet and a bowl of soup. And you will eat all of it,
seems to me you've been skipping meals a lot lately." The youth frowned back
at his friend, fussing instincts in high gear. "You've lost too much weight,
that can't be good for you."
"I'm fine." Aya tried to glare his way free, but it wasn't working very well.
He could easily snatch his arm out of the boy's grasp, but didn't want to risk
over-balancing Omi, not with the injured foot. "Let go."
Time to break out the big guns. "Either you start eating more or I'll tell Manx
and arrange for a physical for you." Omi knew how much the redhead hated going
to the doctors, and felt it was a pretty safe bluff to make. Just in case, he
turned on the chibi eyes, all big and dewy. "It might be a sign that something's
wrong, Aya-kun. It worries me to think that you might not be well, or too weak
to fight properly during a mission." As a final touch he added a sad smile as
he sniffed a little. Judging from the stunned expression on the older man's
face, Omi knew he'd scored a direct hit. The big eyes never failed him.
"... okay." Aya set the pot down and got a plate for a now smiling Omi to deposit
an omelet on. Placing it on the table he returned back to the stove for the
tea and a bowl of soup. Omi started to whistle as he prepared a couple more
omelets, clearly happy with himself. The swordsman took a moment to glare at
the teenager's back before looking down at his plate. Why did everyone get on
him about eating? It was true he'd lost some weight, but then again he was taking
medication that made him nauseous several times a day. That sort of put a crimp
in one's appetite. Besides, ever since Takatori's death there hadn't been such
a strong impulse to take care of himself anymore. His objective had been achieved,
what else had he to save his strength for? Waiting for his imouto to wake up?
Deep down Aya despaired of that ever happening. Everything he'd sacrificed and
still she slumbered on, oblivious to the world. And he remained trapped in Weiß.
Those depressing facts tended to take the edge off of his focus, and he'd been
drifting a bit through life as a result. Yohji's presence acted as a type of
anchor, one that became more important with each day, but a bit of that careless
attitude remained.
"How's breakfast? Want some more green onion for the soup?"
"No, it's good." Suppressing a sigh, Aya picked up the bowl and ate the miso
soup. It was as tasty as ever, Tsukiyono was a good cook. His stomach, receiving
nourishment for the first time in quite a while, decided to wake up and demand
some more. The empty bowl was put down as Aya started in on the omelet, filled
with cheese and various vegetables, just how he liked it. Once he was done at
the stove Omi hopped over to the table with a plate of his own and set another
bowl of soup in front of his friend. Aya didn't complain, the food was helping
to push back the cold slightly, he could unwrap the one arm clutched tight around
his middle. "Thank you."
Omi beamed at the words. "It's no problem. Maybe a good meal will put a little
color back into your cheeks, you're still rather pale. Were you planning on
heading down to the shop?"
The older man nodded as he finished off the omelet. Pushing the plate away,
he regarded Omi with a critical eye. "How's the foot?"
"Still hurts. I don't want to think about how many stitches Honjyou put in.
No sprints for me the next few days."
"What time is Manx stopping by?"
Playing with a piece of cheese on his plate, the archer tried to think about
how exactly he wanted to say this. "In another couple of hours. I sent her an
email about Hirohata, guess we'll get an update then." Swallowing a bit of his
breakfast, Omi paused before the next part. "I can talk to her alone, you focus
on the flower shop. If there's a chance of her having found out about Knight
helping us, it'll be much easier for me to deal with Manx by myself."
"Hn." Aya got up from the table and stacked his dishes in the sink. He was in
the process of topping off his mug when Yuushi entered the room, nose twitching.
"Thought I smelled something. There any food left over?" He stopped when he
say Aya standing motionlessly at the counter. Dark purple eyes drilled into
him for a moment, then lowered as their owner took a sip from his mug. The redhead
then proceeded to ignore the older blond's presence as he walked out of the
room, admonishing Omi to stay off of his foot. Yuushi reflected that it was
rather obvious that he wasn't forgiven just yet. Glancing over at Tsukiyono
he found a pair of blue eyes gazing at him narrowly.
"There's some soup and a few omelets on the stove. Make sure to leave enough
for Ken and Yohji." Omi wondered what had happened between the former teammates
now, but knew that Honjyou wouldn't tell him and risk being kicked out of the
mission. "What are your plans for the day?"
Yuushi helped himself to some food and sat across from the smaller blond. "
There's a few people I need to check in with, and I was going to try and find
out a few things on the power structure of Soma's goons. You know, maybe see
if I come across anything that will make it easier to bring the organization
down when we make our move. Plus a few errands of my own that have to be done.
Why, have something specific in mind that you'd like me to do?"
"No, just want you out of the house during the day. Manx, our Kritiker contact,
is meeting me here now because of the foot. I'd rather her not know Weiß
is letting you assist on this assignment. It should be safe for you to come
back by dinner." Breakfast all done, Omi started to stand up, wobbling slightly.
"Though if you could leave me your cell phone number, I would appreciate it.
Might want you to check up on a few things for me as well, today."
Yuushi leaned over to give the young assassin a steady hand. "Don't worry about
the dishes, I'll take care of them. Find any leads on Soma's whereabouts yet?"
"Yes. Last night Yohji and Ken managed to get ahold of Kisaragi's phone. They
downloaded all the numbers for me, and I'm going through them and all the calls
she's made on the device. The information should help me narrow down where the
man is hiding." With that Omi hobbled out of the kitchen.
*******
There was a pounding noise that went on and on, dragging a sleeping blond to
the edge of consciousness. Snarling at the sound, Yohji curled up under the
duvet, pulling the thick comforter up over his ears to muffle the thuds. He
was nice and warm for once, and intent on remaining that way. The noise faded
away, but his sense of relief evaporated as the mattress sank and someone took
to shaking his arm.
"Yohji, wake up already."
"Go away." The lanky man flung an arm out from underneath the bedclothes, earning
a high-pitched 'ow' from his annoyer. Before he could feel smug at scaring away
the pest, clever fingers twisted back a pinky, making him curse in pain and
sit up in bed. "What the hell was that for?" Bleary eyes finally registering
that it was Omi holding on to his hand, Yohji snarled some more. "You're in
an awful pissy mood this morning. Someone eat all your Fruit Loops or something?"
The boy was almost as vicious as a particular sociopathic redhead at waking
him up.
"No, just trying hard to get a certain slothful person out of bed. You awake
now?"
"Yeah." Damnit. Once his hand was released Yohji used it to search about for
a pack of cigarettes. It was then that he noticed he was alone in bed. No sign
of Aya, the walking ice cube to be found. No wonder he'd been so nice and toasty
under the sheets. He took a drag off of his cigarette and asked Omi where the
man was.
"Downstairs in the shop. Ken's still unpacking in his room, and Yuushi's in
the kitchen." Yep, seeing the sudden flare of anger in those green eyes at the
last name Omi knew that something had definitely happened between Fujimiya and
Honjyou. "Thought you might like to have some breakfast while it was nice and
hot." And to ensure that there was a chaperone around the Crasher.
Yohji got out of bed and started opening drawers in an attempt to find something
to wear. Dressing in grey acid washed jeans and a white pullover, the smoking
man hurried out of the room, taking a second to snatch his watch off of the
nightstand and to ruffle Omi's hair. "Thanks, chibi."
"Yotan, wait." The older blond stopped in the doorway, turning a questioning
look on his teammate. "I think you should take Aya out to lunch today. I made
sure he got something to eat for once, but he's still too thin. Drag him out
into some sun too if you can manage it." This last bit earned him a snort of
amusement from the lanky man.
Blowing a couple smoke rings, Yohji asked if the request had anything to do
with Manx stopping by. Omi remained silent. After spending a minute trying to
puzzle the request out, he answered the youth. "Okay, kiddo. I'll do it. Like
you really have to twist my arm in the first place. As soon as the orders for
the day are taken care of I'll whisk away the fearless leader. See if we can't
dispel that myth of him bursting into flames if sunlight touches him." Smoke
trailed after him as he left the room.
Omi bit back a laugh and shook his head as he levered himself off of the soft
bed. No wonder it was so hard getting the couple out of it, the thing had to
be all feathers. Images of what him and Ken could get up to on the piece of
furniture drifting through his mind, the youth groaned as he started hopping.
Might as well get this over with, his conscience would just keep nagging at
him until he did. Stopping in front of the brunet's door, he banged on the wood
two times.
The door opened halfway. "Hey, should you be up, Omi? How's the foot?" Brown
eyes glanced down at him earnestly, but the athlete remained safely behind the
door in case Omi started hitting him again.
The foot hurt like hell. "It's okay now that it's all patched up. Just wanted
to let you know that there are some omelets downstairs. Why don't you take a
break and get a bite to eat."
Ken let out a sigh of relief and opened the door all the way. Smiling at his
friend, he commented that he was a bit hungry, and would grab breakfast after
a quick shower. "Would you mind if I run out and take care of a couple of errands
when I'm finished?"
The man was a tad too eager to please. Guess all that yelling had gotten to
him. "That sounds fine, Ken-kun. As long as you'll be back in time to deliver
the flowers."
"Shouldn't be a problem. I just need a few shelves."
"How's the room coming along?"
"Take a look." Peering around the doorway, blue eyes found a room radically
different from the last time he's seen it. The walls were covered with sports
posters and the bookshelves all gone. Plus it was a mess. "It certainly exudes
your personality, that's for sure," Omi wryly commented.
A tentative hand reached out to ruffle his hair. When he wasn't hollered at
Ken smiled some more. "You trying to say that I'm a disaster zone?" Laughing
at the younger man's sputtered attempt at an apology, the brunet continued.
" Nah, don't worry, I know what it looks like right now. It'll be better once
I get some shelves to store things on. I think I now understand why Aya has
so few clothes, that has got to be the tiniest closet in the Koneko."
"Why do you think it was the only room left? No wonder the man barely talked
to us his first month on the team, after getting stuck in here like he did."
The two youths shared a grin, their camaraderie back in place. Ken insisted
on escorting Omi back to his room and making sure everything he needed was in
reach of the computer desk. Watching the older boy then leave rather wistfully,
Omi pondered for a few seconds what their relationship would be like if they
ever were more than friends. Would they always be fighting and making up like
Yohji and Aya, or would it be a quieter affair? The second might be nice, he
was of too genki a nature to be mad at Ken all the time like he was earlier
today. But he'd walked in on enough make up necking sessions to see the attraction
of the older assassins' relationship. Half the time he swore Yohji started the
fights just for the hell of it, knowing what would happen once Aya cooled down
enough to forgive the blond.
Suddenly remembering the request that had been asked of him a couple of days
ago, the master tactician started to formulate a plan. Assuming the mission
was successful and completed quickly, the older men would soon be taking off
for a long weekend. Which left the house to him and Ken. Maybe before then he
could have a little chat with Yohji and find out a few of the techniques the
playboy had used to snare himself a skittish Aya. Anything that had thawed through
the redhead's icy shield should be guaranteed to work on a certain soccer fanatic.
*******
Entering the kitchen, Yohji found his archenemy doing the dishes. The other
blond held on to the plate he was scrubbing for a moment to regard the assassin,
then returned his attention back his task. Deciding to get into it /after/ he
had breakfast, Yohji grabbed two of the last three omelets and sat down to eat.
A few minutes later he got up and tossed the dish into the sink, splashing Yuushi
with the sudsy water. The Crasher turned to face him, gold eyes flashing.
"Oops, did I get you? I'm sorry." His tone was anything but apologetic. The
gesture had been on the childish side, but emotionally rewarding.
Wiping away the suds dripping down his face, Yuushi glared at the man. "I'll
just bet you are." He had to remind himself that Tsukiyono was upstairs, and
would hear the thumping noises of Kudoh's head being bashed into the wall repeatedly.
"Shouldn't you be out trailing after Soma's mistress or something?"
"We're meeting up later this evening. There's no hurry. You weren't the only
one to find a lead last night," Yohji leaned against the counter as he lit a
cigarette. "Going to spend the night drinking again?"
"I didn't find out about the traitor by hanging out on the dance floor til the
wee hours of morning." The elegant blond took a moment to dry his hands, just
in case things got nasty with Kudoh after all. "Must be real hard for a guy
like you to work your assignment. Pretty much a legitimized excuse to cheat,
from what I've observed the past few nights. You handle being a slut real well."
Okay, Yohji told himself, off came the gloves. "You mustn't get out to date
very much, Honjyou, if you can't tell the difference between a person being
a gentleman and them throwing themselves at somebody. What you saw last night
was the former. Remember that. Maybe next time it will save you a spot of pain
when you try the latter on Aya again." And that hit was below the belt, judging
from the way the agent's face twisted into a grimace. Yohji wondered if the
man knew that he telegraphed everything he thought with his expressions.
Muttering some curses, Knight's hands clenched on the dishcloth he was holding.
"Ran mentioned that to you?" Why wasn't Kudoh taking a swing at him? If he was
in Kudoh's shoes he'd be eviscerating him right now.
"Sure as hell did. You had the man pretty pissed off, and should be very thankful
he let you out of the room alive. Try it again and he'll rectify that mistake."
Exhaling some smoke, the lanky man edged closer to Honjyou. "I don't know what
the hell you were thinking at the time, but maybe now you'll realize that you'll
never have a chance with Fujimiya. Never. Get that little delusion out of your
head before you force him to really hurt a friend."
"Like I'm going to listen to anything you have to say. You'd truly like it if
I just went away, wouldn't you? That unsure of your relationship with Ran that
you have to scare away any rivals?"
Emerald eyes, glittering with malice, raked over the Crasher. "You're starting
to repeat yourself, Honjyou. I'm not worried the slightest about you stealing
Aya away from me. After all, he loves me, not you. What I'm concerned about
is the damage you do to him before you finally realize that he'll never care
for you the way you want him to. So be a good pal and back off the man. You're
stressing him out and endangering the mission."
Yuushi flushed as the picture of Ran, edging away in panic and fear, filled
his mind. He needed to talk with the redhead and find out what had shaken him
so. "You have no idea how Ran truly feels about me. Or what we went through
together in Crashers. Until I hear it from Fujimiya himself that he wants me
gone, I'll do whatever I want." With that he turned to leave the room, flinging
the towel aside. Yohji quickly snatched up the cloth as he wound out a length
wire from his watch. Ignoring the hissing sound behind him, Yuushi kept moving
for the door until something snapped around his throat and bit into his flesh.
He came to a sudden halt.
Kudoh immediately crashed into him from behind, forcing the golden-eyed man
into the wall before he could react. An angry voice hissed in Yuushi's. "Now
listen to me you stupid prick. I see you near Aya again I'm going to remove
your head from your body. Understood?" The wires bit a little deeper. "You don't
seem able to grasp the fact that the man doesn't want you, short of him taking
that damn blade of his to you. Perhaps this will work just as well." Yuushi
tried to force himself backwards, to toss the other blond off of him, but stopped
struggling as the wire's tension increased. "For someone who claims to care
so much for Aya, you really don't give a shit about anything other than getting
what you want. You're throwing him off of his game, and that will get him hurt
at best, possibly killed. And I refuse to stand by and let that happen."
"Hear this loud and clear. I will kill you before I let something happen to
Aya. Can you say the same? If it spares the kitten the slightest bit of pain
I will gladly slice you to pieces and face whatever the hell Kritiker decides
to do with me. I'll pay any price to keep him safe and from being hurt. /That's/
love. All you want is a body. Well you can get that anywhere else but from Aya.
He'd never give that to you unless he loved you and thought you loved him back.
Not just had the hots for him for a couple years. You disgust me, willing to
toss aside his friendship and respect just for the sake of sex. Think I'm such
a piece of shit? Well I never made a serious move on Aya until I knew I loved
him and that he felt something for me as well. He meant too much to be treated
like a whore."
The wire around his neck loosened as the playboy backed off. As soon as he was
able to Yuushi whirled around to face the man. Yohji just stood there, hands
wrapped with the towel and weapon ready in case of retaliation. More than anything
the Crasher wanted to pound the lanky man into the floor, but couldn't risk
Tsukiyono finding out about it. The two blonds stared at each other for several
minutes, the stalemate broken when Ken entered the room, hailing out cheerfully.
"Hey, I hope you guys left some food for me." Two pairs of eyes regarded the
athlete for a second, then looked away as the men moved apart. Ken noted Honjyou's
bleeding neck and Yohji's hands filled with wire, and wisely walked over to
the stove without saying another word.
Staring intently at Kudoh once more, Yuushi hoarsely informed the man that he
wasn't going anywhere. "Not until I make Soma pay for Moriyama's death."
"Fine by me, we can use an extra hand on this assignment. Just leave Aya the
fuck alone." Yuushi left the room without answering that last statement. Raking
a hand through his hair, Yohji let out a frustrated growl. "I really am going
to kill that guy."
"Just do it somewhere other than here. I don't even want to think how Omi will
react to finding his body on the premises. Not after this morning." That earned
Ken a smirk as the older man wondered aloud if he could use Honjyou as fertilizer.
"Just as long as there isn't a mess for Aya or Omi to clean up."
*******
Walking into the flower shop, Yohji was surprised to find it empty. "Aya, you
down here?" he called out.
"Back here."
Following the voice to the greenhouse, the blond found his lover sitting at
a table on the conservatory, busy assembling the orders. There were already
a dozen scattered about the place. "Could you put those away for me?"
Yohji picked up two of the arrangements. "Sure thing, kitten. Where are the
electricians at?"
"Just left for a lunch break."
"Hmm." That gave the playboy a wicked thought. Hurrying about placing the orders
in a cooler, he shortly finished the request and sat behind Aya on the high
bench. "Why are you working in here today, still feeling cold?" The question
became redundant as he snaked his arms around the smaller man's waist, sliding
them under the sweater. The redhead remained cool to touch.
"..." Aya leaned back against the older man, grateful for the warmth. It had
helped spending the day in the hot room, but the chill hadn't quite released
its hold on him yet.
"I'll take that as a yes. If it makes you feel any better it's like holding
a person who spent a couple of hours out in the cold without a jacket on instead
of hugging an ice sculpture right now. That's an improvement in case you're
wondering."
"Thanks Kudoh, I'm so much happier to hear that," the redhead scathingly replied.
Picking up a daffodil he promptly dropped it as a hot mouth caressed his neck,
branding the flesh with heat. A low moan burst from his lips at the sensation,
causing the arms about him to tighten their hold.
"How about now, kitten? Feeling better yet?" The mouth moved up to his ear as
one hand toyed with his navel ring and the other reached higher under the sweater.
"Huhnnn. Definitely better." Shuddering at the tongue tracing along the edge
of his earlobe, Aya rested his head back on Yohji's shoulder. The blond chuckled
evilly and tweaked a nipple, loving the way his lover whimpered in response.
He continued nibbling on the pale man's neck, hands busy underneath the sweater.
Sliding off of the bench, Yohji walked around the seat to stand in front of
Aya. Tilting the slender man's face up he instigated a kiss that soon left the
both of them panting. Long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close.
Holding onto the redhead tightly, Yohji lifted him off of the seat and set him
on the edge of the worktable. "Want you now, love." Aya just rocked his hips
against the older man's in response.
Breaking away from the smaller assassin Yohji felt along the inside of one of
the table's many compartments, searching for something. Aya kept pleading for
him to come back and warm him up, letting out a purr of pleasure when the blond
finally found the tube of lubricant that he'd stashed back there and returned
to the waiting arms. "So impatient." Purple eyes glared up for a moment before
closing in pleasure at the hand combing through his hair, pulling back his head
so a lush mouth could nibble on the extended throat.
There was a flurry of clothes being torn off and discarded everywhere, and Yohji
let out a gasp of his own at the feel of Aya's cold body pressing against his.
Shifting the younger man's hips to the end of the table, he started to lubricate
the tight opening, eager to be inside of it. Aya clung to him tightly, moaning
in his ear at the feel of those fingers driving him crazy. Having waited as
long as he could, Yohji started to push his way in, groaning as the clenched
muscles relaxed to let him in before tightening around him again, squeezing
hard. "Gods Aya.."
The heat filling the redhead felt too good for words. Each thrust made it radiate
out further, blinding him to everything but that sensation. Nails biting into
Kudoh's shoulders as he held on for support, he rocked his hips forward, wanting
more. Hot breath hit his ear at each word of endearment and possession uttered,
and all he could do was mewl out his lover's name. Body and arms holding on
all the tighter, not wanting to ever let the blond go, Aya cried out at the
flood of liquid fire being ejaculated inside of him, triggering a release of
his own.
Arms falling to either side of the redhead as he tried to keep himself upright,
Yohji panted against the man's neck as he attempted to regain control of his
limbs. Aya continued to cling to him, crying out when he shifted to pull out
of his lover. "Shh." He sat back on the bench, pulling the pale man into his
lap. The scent of flowers, musk and sweat filled his senses, making him smile
in contentment. "Have I said yet today how much I love you?"
A cool mouth moved up from his collarbone to his ear, tugging on the adornment
it found there before answering. "Don't think so."
"Well I do, even if you are still as cold as hell. Didn't even work up a sweat
there, did you lover? You really know how to make a guy's efforts feel appreciated."
There was a sharp nip at his jaw before Aya leaned back in his arms to scowl
at him. "Just teasing."
"Hmph. If you have any doubts on that matter you're dumber than you look, Kudoh."
"Was that a compliment or an insult?" Aya just graced him with a Cheshire smile
before glancing about for his clothes, causing the playboy to pout in response.
"Ah, the spark is gone. You don't even stick around to banter sweet lover's
talk anymore." Not that he ever had in the first place. Still, Yohji felt ignored
as the slender man got off his lap to get dressed, taking a moment to clean
himself. Leering at the naked figure before him, the blond remained seated until
a pair of jeans hit him in the face. "Ow, nice aim there, kitten."
"We need to get dressed before someone comes back. Do you ever shut up?" Aya
asked as he pulled the sweater back on. He prevented the older man from answering
as he leaned forward to kiss Yohji on the lips. "Ai shiteru."
"You better love me, considering how much you've been raiding my wardrobe lately.
Thought I recognized that sweater." It looked so endearing on the slender redhead,
the arms too long and the oversized neck exposing an eyeful of pale shoulders
and collarbones. "Promise me you'll wear that more often."
That got him a raised eyebrow and a shove away from the bench, as Aya rearranged
his seat and set about restoring the tabletop to order. Finished wiping himself
off and pulling his clothes back on, Yohji once again settled behind his lover,
arms hugging the man close. "How many more arrangements do you have left?"
"Three, counting this one."
"Hmm, wanna go out and play when you're all done? We can even stop at the hospital
before getting something to eat." The blond couldn't resist tasting all that
exposed flesh, sated as he was from a few minutes ago. Aya didn't mind the lingering
sense of heat the mouth left as it moved from one shoulder to the other.
"Sounds good. I'll just be a little bit. We need to be back early though, find
out what Manx wants." Yohji murmured agreement against his spine, causing the
smaller man to shiver. It was several minutes before either one of them spoke.
As much as he hated to do so, Yohji broke the contented silence. "Had a little
talk with Honjyou this morning. How you ever managed to work with the man without
killing him I'll never understand." Not liking the direction the conversation
was taking, Aya put the pruning shears down.
"What did you talk about?"
"You." Feeling the slender form tense in his arms, Yohji ran a hand through
the crimson hair, brushing it away from Aya's face. Was it just his imagination
or was the hair shaggier today? "I'm afraid he's not going to leave you alone
until he hears it from your lips that he hasn't a chance in hell." The redhead
just sighed and resumed his work. The blond tugged on a dangling eartail after
a couple minutes had quietly passed. "What you thinking, love?"
"Why does he have to be such an idiot? Haven't I made my answer clear enough?"
A carnation was the recipient of a rather ferocious glare.
"Man has excellent taste, I'll credit him that. But I agree that he's a dense
fool. Just pull him aside and say that you're so desperately in love with me
that no one else exists as far as you're concerned." That earned Yohji a snort
of derision. "You know that no one else but me will do. Who else would think
of hiding some lube back here?"
One thing Aya had to say for the older man, Kudoh sure knew how to make him
smile. "No one else has such a fetish for doing it in a greenhouse like you
do. Anyone ever tell you that's quite an impressive ego you have there?"
"That's not usually the thing about me that leaves them speechless." Yohji rolled
his hips forward, smirking at the much put-upon sigh his lover uttered. "Seriously,
you have to say something to the man."
Aya growled for a moment, hating the fact that his boyfriend was right. What
a ridiculous situation to be stuck in the middle of. "I will. Hand me the blue
ribbon." Once the bouquet was finished Aya asked Yohji where he wanted to go.
"How 'bout we make Saeba-san's day and stop by for a bite to eat? And have a
walk in the park afterwards to burn off all the food she brings us."
"Hn."
"I'll take that as a yes. I'll even let you treat for once, considering how
much money I saw you win last night. Speaking of which, what did that one yakuza
keep bothering you about all night? Besides trying to get into your pants? Ow."
Yohji rubbed his sore ribs.
This was turning into the day for uncomfortable topics. "He's taking a cut from
my winnings. For 'protection'." That was another aggravation he didn't want
to focus on. "Think he'll take no for an answer and leave me the hell alone?"
"I doubt it. You might have to rearrange a few body parts for him to get the
hint. Let me know if you want any help." The blond's voice sounded a bit too
eager.
*******
Omi was busy checking the results of his computer searches when there was a
knock on his door. "Hai?"
"Konnichi wa, Omi. How's the injury?" Manx walked into the room and sat down
on the bed near the youth. "Would you mind explaining a little better how you
managed to step in some glass?"
The teenager rubbed at his eyes, sore from staring at the computer monitor for
the past several hours. "Let's just say that it's from a roommate's messy nature.
How are you? Are you working too hard?" The woman looked exhausted, there were
actually circles under her eyes and the red hair hung down straight, not in
its usual bouncy curls. Omi was guessing that she hadn't gotten much sleep lately.
Manx waved his concern aside. "I'm not that bad, really. Things have definitely
improved since I got that email from you earlier. It does indeed appear as if
Reiko Hirohata is the traitor. She had access to the information and a careful
background check has revealed that she's been shifting her bank accounts about,
as if getting ready to close them." Tired green eyes closed for a moment, then
opened back up to gaze wearily at the young blond. "You know what you have to
do, don't you?"
"Hai. Just her or the boyfriend as well?"
"Both." God, it was chilling so see such a sweet-faced boy calmly inquire about
how many people he had to kill. "Kitayama most likely knows too much about the
organization. You'll take care of the couple at the same time as Soma; our employers
don't want anyone to be scared off. Everyone responsible must be made to pay
for the agents' deaths. How are things coming on the other part of the mission?"
Omi managed a smile after the grim discussion "We had a break there as well.
Guess the gods were smiling down upon us last night." The expression wilted
when he thought that it was Aya, and not some weird bit of luck that was responsible
for Weiß doing so well. "I'm in the process of tracking the man down as
we speak. Ken got ahold of Kisaragi's cell phone; I'm going through the numbers
and tracing back the calls right now. Plus the fact the phone is now 'bugged',
I'm getting a record of every call that she makes or receives from now on. Next
time Kisaragi talks to her boyfriend I'll have the conversation and location."
Those programs of Aso's were coming in handy, the man had been a programming
genius.
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." Manx gifted Omi with a tired
grin. "Weiß is doing a fantastic job so far. Not to sound as if we're
complaining, but how much longer do you think it will be before the mission
is completed?"
"You cited the extreme prejudice code, so we assumed that we have to pull out
all the stops for this one. Between destroying the club, taking out Soma, his
hired help, and now Hirohata and her boyfriend, it will be a couple of days
before we get everything coordinated. But it should be done within a week, as
long as the man tries to contact his girlfriend, or vice versa." Omi chewed
on his lip for a minute, trying to think if he left anything out. "Are we to
eliminate her as well?"
The woman nodded. "If you find any proof that she knew about the hits, then
yes." The green eyes glittered like pieces of glass; Manx wanted everyone connected
to the murders to suffer. She'd lost several good friends over the weekend,
and Kritiker would be hard pressed finding replacements for all the dead contacts
and agents. "I'll report on how far into the mission the team has gotten, there
should be a couple happy faces after they read this file. Good work."
Standing up, the redheaded woman eyed her young charge during the few seconds
it took her to straighten out her skirt. "Will you be all right with the foot?"
Omi gave the question some serious thought, then flashed a thumb's up sign.
"As long as I give it a day or two to heal, I should be able to take a physical
part in the assassinations." Manx frowned at that word. "The cuts are mostly
superficial, it's more painful and messy than damaged. On the plus side I think
I've finally cured Ken of leaving his belongings out in the hall anymore." It
would almost be worth it if that was indeed the case.
Smirking at that bit of news, the redhead tilted her head in question. "Where
are the rest of the team? It's so quiet in the house."
"Ken is out delivering the flowers. Oh, please pass our thanks on for the electricians
and new coolers. The Koneko will run so much smoother with the new upgrades."
Omi's face glowed with happiness at the thought, the flower shop was much more
than just a cover for him. "Yohji and Aya are out together, running some errands
for me."
Torn in two over asking the question, the female agent gave in to the impulse.
"How are things proceeding on that front? Any problems for the team?" Not that
she thought that Omi would seriously answer her, he was the two men's staunchest
supporter.
"I told you not to worry about those two. There are no problems, either between
them or with Weiß." The young archer let out a huff of air, annoyed at
the question. "Why do you think it is so impossible for the team to function
properly if two members are involved with each other? We all know each other
well enough to be able to judge if the relationship will work or not. Besides,
it's not exactly like we have a lot of options. Hirohata is a prime example
of what happens when an agent gets involved with an outsider." Or Ouka.
Feeling a bit out of her depth, Manx could only stare at the teenager. There
clearly was something going on here, but she wasn't sure she wanted to know
what. "I just want to make sure that you and the others aren't being jeopardized
by this relationship. While there are a few successful examples, for the most
part these things have ended badly. But if you feel so strongly that Kudoh and
Fujimiya are in the first group, I will drop the subject from now on."
"I'd appreciate that." Omi stared at the woman coldly for a moment, but his
cheerful nature once more asserted itself. "Sorry if I snapped at you, the foot
is making me a bit cranky. It's just that if you saw Yohji and Aya together
you'd understand my point a little better."
That caused the woman's eyes to soften, as her cheeks flushed the slightest
bit. Omi could only look on in wonder. "I think I saw enough of them together
the other day, thank you very much." Her hormones couldn't take much more, that
was for certain. As it was Birman was clamoring for her chance to stop by one
morning and catch the assassins in bed together. Manner once more very business-like,
Manx gave the youth a quick hug. "I have to get going. Once I turn in my report
I can get a little sleep. Keep me updated." She turned around and walked out
of the room, with a spring in her step that hadn't been there when she had first
entered.
*******
"Hey, dinner's here. Come and get it while it's hot," Yohji bellowed, making
Aya wince at the man's loud voice. Guess all those cigarettes hadn't destroyed
the blond's lung capacity after all. The redhead merely continued on his way,
heading upstairs to take his medicine.
There was a sound reminiscent of a herd of buffalo charging, which ended up
being Ken running down the steps and into the kitchen. "Food? Great! I'm starving.
What did you get?" One would think the brunet hadn't eaten all day.
"The ever traditional Japanese cuisine of hamburgers and french fries." Brown
eyes lit up as the athlete tore through one of the bags on the table. "Geez,
Hidaka, take a moment to chew." Yohji had seen a pack of dogs with better table
manners. Ken just mumbled something and continued devouring three Whoppers and
two super-sized fries. Yohji smoked a cigarette as he looked on in a mix of
fascination and repugnance.
"Did I hear you mention food?" Omi asked, hanging on to Aya's arm for support
as the two assassins joined their friends. The older man helped the injured
youth sit down at the table and then walked over to his boyfriend. The smell
of burnt tobacco would help disguise the aroma of cooked cow and grease.
Yohji hugged the pale man tight as he answered the archer back. "Yep, only the
best for my roommates. Better get some quick before Ken eats it all." The athlete
grunted at the comment, pulling a bag of food closer.
Omi deftly maneuvered one of the sacks away from the starving brunet. "Hope
you brought enough for Honjyou as well, he should be back soon. You guys eat
already?" The playboy growled for a moment at the sound of Yuushi's name until
a bony elbow whacked him in the ribs, then nodded as he rubbed the sore spot.
Aya still was as pale as he was earlier, but now there was a faint tinge of
pink on his cheeks. "What did you guys do today?"
"Some shopping, visited Aya-chan, had dinner, and attempted a nice walk in a
park until mister pigmentally-challenged here started to get a sunburn in under
ten minutes. Ouch. Damnit Aya, did you have to hit the same exact spot?"
"Hai." Yohji grumbled some more and held the man even tighter, making sure the
thin arms were firmly pinned to his kitten's sides.
So much for the idea of making the swordsman get a tan. "That sounds nice. I'll
fill you guys in on my conversation with Manx as soon as Honjyou arrives."
This time the older blond remained silent, but still made a face, safely behind
his lover's back. Omi was hard pressed not to laugh, while Ken used the opportunity
to steal some of his friend's fries.
"If we're just going to wait, I'm off for a shower," Aya replied as he extracted
himself from Yohji's arms and headed upstairs. Face breaking out into a huge
grin that was half a leer, the blond commented on what a great idea that was
and followed him.
"Yotan! We have to have a meeting tonight! Can't your hormones wait til later?"
Omi wailed.
Ken just rolled his eyes as he yelled his two cents worth. "There better be
some hot water left for me, Kudoh, or we'll see how well you look with pink
hair this time." Lowering his voice, he shook his head at Omi. "We really need
to find the hot water cut-off valve some day."
"What we need to do is get Yohji neutered. He's corrupting poor Aya. I don't
think the man got out of bed before eight am all week long. That's late for
him."
"Yeah, no wonder he's so pale, Kudoh must be wearing him out. I thought it was
bad before with all those dates the man brought home, but at least after a half
hour or so he'd leave them alone or pass out. I don't know where he gets his
stamina from these days." But at least he didn't have to hear it anymore. Last
night had been the first night the soccer fanatic had been able to sleep without
his radio on for months. Ken found he actually missed having some background
noise going on, but had worried that it might disturb Omi. "Say, we have any
ice cream left over?"
The youth's face lit up at the mention of dessert. "I think so, why don't you
check the freezer?" The older boy was in the process of doing just that when
Yuushi peeked his head in the door. "Is it safe to come in?"
Omi gave him the all-clear sign. "Yes, Manx left hours ago. How was your day?"
"Productive. Found out that Soma's made a lot of enemies, and it seems he lost
some powerful backing last year. That's what made him rely so heavily on the
yakuza. It shouldn't be too hard to knock his house of cards down." Yuushi looked
on in interest at the lone bag of fast food remaining. "This up for grabs?"
"All yours." Pulling out the only remaining pint of ice cream, Ken offered the
man a sheepish grin. "Just don't expect to get any dessert."
"This is fine." He waited until he'd eaten the burgers and was mostly done with
the fries before he asked where Kudoh and Fujimiya were.
"Upstairs, getting a shower."
Gold eyes blinked in puzzlement. "But, you only have the one bathroom."
The two assassins sighed in unison. "We know."
"Uhm, okay." That was so not what he'd needed to hear. Yuushi forced himself
to keep eating and not go over to the kitchen sink and turn the hot water on
full blast. If anyone needed a cold shower he was willing to bet it was Kudoh,
but with his luck it would be Ran under the water and the redhead would just
be all the more angry with him. Once he was finished he inquired what was on
the agenda for the night.
Ken got up and put on a pot of water and started fiddling with the coffee maker.
While he was doing that Omi informed their guest that there would be a meeting
held shortly. "Help me into the living room, would you?"
Yuushi lent an arm and got Omi settled before returning to the kitchen to help
Ken with the beverages. It was while to two men were placing the drinks on the
coffee table that Aya and Yohji joined them. The redhead was dressed in an over-sized
sweatshirt that clearly belonged to Yohji and a pair of cotton pants, while
his boyfriend wore a pair of old jeans and nothing else besides a contented
grin. Finding all the seats taken, what with Omi's foot stretched out on the
couch, the couple settled on the floor. Yohji leaned against the sofa with Aya
tucked between his legs, happy at feeling warm once more. "So what's the news,
chibi?"
"It's been confirmed, Hirohata is the leak. We have to take care of her and
the boyfriend as well." The three other assassins nodded at this bit of news,
not surprised in the least. Yuushi, distracted from glaring at Kudoh, blinked
his eyes and asked what the hell did that mean. "Are we to turn them in to the
authorities or Kritiker?"
That remark was met with silence. Aya finally spoke up when it stretched on
painfully long. "No, we're to eliminate them along with Soma." He gazed into
gold eyes, waiting for the realization to strike. It didn't take much time.
"Are you telling me you guys just got orders to kill her and Kitayama? Just
like that? And you have no problem with murdering a woman trying to help out
her addicted boyfriend? She should be made to pay, but by death?" Yuushi looked
beseechingly at Aya and received only a cold expression in return.
"It's what we do. She's responsible for the deaths of almost a dozen people,
all because of the man. We have our orders." The redhead's manner was more distant
than usual, and his teammates recognized it as his work mode. Sensing that something
was going on between the two friends, they wisely remained quiet, though Yohji
tightened his hold on the pale man.
As far as Yuushi was concerned it was just him and Ran in the room. How could
the man change so much, from an intense boy to a bloodstained murderer? Ran
had always felt pride in taking a person down without the loss of life. "That's
what prison is for! What, you just go about your way killing everybody Kritiker
tells you to, without any question or doubts whatsoever? Three people dead,
all in a day's work for you?"
A chilly voice snapped back "that's our job. And it will be a lot more than
three people by the time we're done. Why do you think they picked Weiß
for this mission in the first place? You were warned, Honjyou. Welcome to the
dark side of Kritiker. Not everybody gets through the day without being covered
in blood."
He'd known, ever since hearing the news that the redhead had rejoined the organization,
what it was that the man did for a living. But it was so hard to reconcile this
cold Aya with his passionate Ran. To acknowledge that the young man killed people
on a nightly basis, just for a paycheck. "What the hell happened to you, Ran?"
"/It's Aya/. Life happened, Honjyou. Now can you see why I left Crashers?" The
blond didn't respond, just looked away to a corner. Suddenly realizing that
his body was tense, as if ready for a fight, Aya forced himself to relax back
into Yohji's arms. His boyfriend raised a hand to brush back his bangs and kissed
him on the temple. "What else did Manx say, Omi?"
"Uhm, Yotan, you're to find out if Kisaragi knew anything about the assassinations.
If so.." the boy's voce trailed off as once again Yuushi glared at the assembled
assassins.
"So she's to die as well, never mind the fact that you've spent the past two
nights charming her? You can still kill her?" he demanded to know.
"If I have to, yes. But she's not involved, just an unlucky woman in love with
an idiot. From what I can tell Soma keeps her far away from that aspect of his
life. Kisaragi doesn't even know what he's done that requires the increase in
bodyguards." Yohji couldn't decide which urge was stronger, the need for a cigarette
or smacking Honjyou upside the head.
Omi tried to move the conversation on. "That leaves you, Ken. Find out which,
if any, of the club's employees are involved in the illegal activities." Yuushi
didn't say anything this time, just made a noise of disgust at the sight of
four young men deciding who they killed and who lived.
Ken sat on his hands, feeling one of the same impulses that Yohji did. "I think
only the upper management is involved. It's the yakuza that sell the drugs and
run the prostitutes and games. I imagine we'll be taking them out when we make
a go at Soma."
"Most likely. The club's to be destroyed as well." The archer turned to face
their guest. "Can I count on you to manage that, Honjyou? It can be blown up
on the off hours, when no one's there. Also can you take care of the bank accounts
and the other assets?"
"Yes." The word was bitten out. "What are the rest of you going to do, pick
them off one by one?"
"No. A list will be handed over to Kritiker concerning the employees, but Soma,
his muscle, Hirohata and Kitayama will have to be handled in the same night.
Which will be as soon as we can locate Soma and make the arrangements." Omi
regarded the man with blue eyes much older than they should be. "You aren't
to be involved with any of the murders. If our plans offend you so much, you
can always leave. You've already contributed greatly to this assignment, and
helped find the person responsible for your friend's death."
"I'm not leaving, not yet. I was sent to see this thing through, to make sure
Soma pays. And I will." The Crasher's jaw was set and he swept the room with
his eyes, scowling at the seated killers. "Just because I disagree with your
methods doesn't mean I can't be of more assistance. I've been in touch with
a few contacts that can help out in dealing with Ueno and his pals." Yuushi
stood up. "Now if you will excuse me, I need to get ready for tonight." Making
his way to the steps, the agent was stopped by a deep voice calling out his
name.
"Knight, don't even think of warning Kitayama about what's going to happen.
If he or the woman disappear, you will be viewed as a traitor as well."
Yuushi whirled around, face pale and mouth tight. "What are you trying to say,
Ran? That you will add me to your little list of 'people who need to die next'?"
"If Kritiker commands it, yes." The dark purple eyes gazed at him evenly, showing
no hint of emotion. "I would have no choice but to obey the order." If it meant
Weiß or Honjyou, the man would lose. He'd already killed one old friend.
Something on the redhead's face must have expressed this.
"You've made your point.. Aya." With that the elegant blond left.
*******
Surveying the club, Aya felt a tension sing through his body that usually wasn't
there unless Weiß were about to undertake mission, weapons in hand. He
didn't normally feel it while doing undercover work. But there was just something
in the air tonight, telling him that things were about to happen. Important
things that he needed to pay attention to. Attempting the fathom out the feeling,
the redhead was interrupted as a scarred hand clamped down on his shoulder and
remained.
"Ready for another game?" Ueno asked as he leaned in close. Aya refused to show
any reaction or try to move away.
"Of course." As soon as the hand was removed he walked over to the waiting player,
intent on the new game. It had come as a surprise when he'd started playing
earlier, the sense of warmth that returned to his body. While he still felt
a little cold, it was the warmest he'd been all day. However it faded away when
he stopped, leaving him aching with its loss. All the more reason for him to
keep playing, especially since Ueno had to back off and give him some space
at those times.
The yakuza was keeping very close tabs on him tonight. Must be upset at him
shaking off the tail last evening. Ueno didn't seem to be taking any chances
of that happening again, and remained nearby at all times. Him and the purple
haired fellow. Aya hadn't even been able to go to the bar and get a drink for
himself, every time he tried there was another game that he 'couldn't' resist.
It must be the gangsters' scrutiny that left him with the impression that he
was being watched.
So he won that game, and the one after that, and another. He hadn't lost all
night, nor last night as well. The stakes kept getting higher as people waited
for his luck to break, but Aya knew that wouldn't happen. Not as long as he
wanted to win. The redhead had already won enough money to pay Aya-chan's hospital
bills for the next few months. He made sure to claim his cash after each game,
knowing that he'd have to sneak away again tonight.
A quick survey revealed what the rest of his teammates were up to. Yohji was
once again over in the booth with Kisaragi, who appeared very determined to
get drunk that evening. Ken was being kept busy supplying her drinks. Yuushi,
who had ignored him ever since the meeting, was sitting with Kitayama and not
looking very happy. Aya hoped he kept his mouth shut, it would be very painful
to kill the man if he let stupidity and a conscience get in the way of the mission.
Deciding to take a break, the redhead returned to his table, where of course
there was a yakuza standing there to discourage anyone from talking to him.
Except Ueno, who came right on his heels. Aya cursed under his breath, it really
was too bad that he couldn't kill the man just yet.
The gangster peered at him anxiously. "What's the matter, Fujimura? You feeling
faint again? Still look too pale, you know."
".." What was it with everyone having to point that fact out? One would think
they'd be used to his appearance by now. "So I've heard. Just wanted to sit
down for a few minutes."
Ueno set a drink in front of him. "Here, have a shot. It'll put a little color
on your face, gods know you could use it." Aya ignored the drink and sat back
in his chair, closing his eyes as if he could wish away the club and all the
people in it. Several minutes later a hand grasped the blue sweater he was wearing
and jerked him forward. Resisting the impulse to punch the other man, Aya just
glared at him instead. "I don't like people ignoring me."
"I don't like people forcing themselves on me or grabbing me, now let go."
"No. You need to understand something, Fujimura. I tell you to do something,
you better damn well do it if you don't want to get hurt. And if you want to
keep making some money. You're a bright boy, and seem to know the deal pretty
well. So don't try and tell me you don't understand the fact that I own you
now, since the second you came under my protection. That means you play pool
and keep winning and do what I say unless you want your hands broken. Kind of
hard to win any money then, right?" The redhead remained silent and bumped the
look up to shi-ne level. Slightly unnerved with the scowl he was receiving,
Ueno let go of the smaller man and pushed the shot towards him. "Now drink it."
Two things immediately happened. First Aya calmly picked up the liquor and turned
it over, spilling it on the table. Next came a large hand, smacking the pale
man across the face with brutal force, splitting open his lip. Aya rocked back
with the blow, forcing his hands to remain still on the table. A small part
of his mind was thankful that Kisaragi was distracting Yohji sufficiently enough
that the blond didn't see the incident. Raising a slender hand to his lip, he
wiped away the blood as he glared back at Ueno.
The man just stared at him, black eyes narrowed in anger. Once more his sweater
was grabbed and he was yanked forward. "What the hell are you thinking?"
"That I'm not one of your boys over there. I don't play elsewhere, and I don't
try to cheat you out of any money. /That/ is what I signed on for, and you've
been doing very well by me the past few nights."
Ueno felt the urge to slap the redhead again. Fujimura's attitude was getting
to him, the way the man constantly remained out of reach. For some reason there
was a need to break the quiet man, to make him come to heel. It was more than
just the gorgeous face and physique that attracted him, but he couldn't say
what it was. Of course the more the man repulsed his moves the more he wanted
him. "You listen very closely now, I'm about to define a new set of terms. And
don't think for one moment that I won't carry through with my threat from earlier,
there are a lot of ways I can make a ton of money off of someone looking like
you do. From now on.."
"Red! There you are! I've been looking all over for you. Didn't you say we'd
meet by the bar at ten pm?" What at first appeared to be a girl flung himself
into Fujimura's arms, long hair and plaid skirt sent whirling about. But once
Ueno got a better look at the foreigner he realized it was a man. Was he a cross-dresser
or something? Didn't seem to be wearing any makeup.
The redhead gritted out a question. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"See I knew you'd forget about mentioning this place to me the other night and
inviting me down. Some friend you are. I think you owe me a drink in return."
The longhaired man latched on to Aya's arm and started dragging him towards
a bar. A broad shouldered gangster stepped into their path, stopping both of
the slender men. "Pardon us, urgent need for alcohol, get out of the way."
Stepping behind Fujimura, Ueno snaked an arm around his waist and pulled the
smaller man close, smiling at the way the slim body stiffened. "I'm not through
with you. We'll continue the conversation later, count on it. And don't try
to sneak away again tonight or you'll really piss me off. Not a good idea."
Trailing his hand up the redhead's chest, he wished him a fun break with his
friend and that he be back to play pool in twenty minutes. Nodding to Yoshioka
to move out of the way, the dark eyed man watched the two men until they were
out of sight.
*******
Dragging Aya away from the bastard as fast as he could, Teddy didn't stop until
they arrived at the bar he'd spotted Brown-eyes at when he'd entered the club.
A bit of investigating (Mickey would call it snooping) on his part had led to
the discovery that Kudoh's date was the girlfriend of a club owner. So he'd
rearranged his schedule at work, agreeing to work lunches for the next two weeks
just so he could have a night free to check out the blond. Just to make sure
that the man wasn't lying in the first place and if he hadn't to remind him
of their deal.
Not too long in the club he'd stumbled across Brown-eyes, and was faced with
the fact that Kudoh had told the truth. So he stuck around, looking for the
blond so he could set up a night for the date. Glancing around, he'd spotted
another foreigner with long, reddish hair. He'd gotten quite skilled over the
years of spotting all the non-Japanese people in crowds. Something about the
man was familiar, but Teddy couldn't place just what. Walking over to the man,
thinking of striking up a conversation until he remembered where he'd seen the
guy before, the American found himself looking over to where the redhead had
his attention focused. Nearly bumping into a couple as he stumbled forward blindly,
he saw Red finish up a game of pool and go sit at some little table. As soon
as the pale man sat down some thug in an expensive suit joined him, and from
the looks of it proceeded to piss Red off. Not a particularly hard feat, Teddy
was forced to acknowledge, though usually Fujimiya saved that certain glare
until he was ready to rip your heart out.
Next came the blow, stunning the American and making him cry out. The red headed
man on his right reacted as well, snarling something under his breath and taking
a step forward before coming to a halt. Spinning around, pale green eyes locked
onto blue, and Teddy found himself filled with an impulse to go do something.
Racing over to the table, he slipped past a bodyguard as he called out to his
friend, tearing him away from the dark eyed man who's hand was twisted in the
blue sweater a second time.
The look on Red's face had been priceless. Teddy had talked fast, trying to
keep his friend from ruining his story and just wanting the get the man as far
away from the yakuza as he could. His heart had skipped a beat when the other
gangster blocked their path, the fear turning to anger as once again the scarred
man mauled Fujimiya, but they were shortly let go after a threat was muttered.
Now safe at the bar, the American turned around to examine his friend.
He winced at what he saw. "Man, what did that guy hit you with, a 2x4? Your
face is starting to match your eyes." Speaking of which. "Uhm, did you buy some
new contacts, Red? I don't think it's me, but your eyes look a lot darker tonight."
"Teddy, what the /hell/ are you doing here?" Aya tried not to flinch as he broke
open the cut on his lip by yelling at the kilted idiot. "Do you have any idea
what you just walked into back there? Why are you at this club?"
"Hey, I see a pal getting smacked around, I try and do something. Consider it
a return on the favor you did me a couple weeks past." At this point Ken had
finally noticed the two men and walked over to see what they wanted, doing a
double take when he recognized Stout. The puzzled brown eyes widened even further
when he caught sight of Aya's bruised and bleeding face. The brunet quickly
threw some ice in a bar towel and handed it to his teammate. "What the hell
happened? Kudoh's going to flip when he sees you," Ken hissed out, earning a
glare from Aya.
The redhead ignored the question as he snatched the towel and pressed it to
his face. "Once more, what are you doing here Stout?"
"Give us two beers, Brown-eyes." Attention back on the irate redhead, Teddy
explained. "I came here to check up on your boyfriend. He was in my restaurant
last night with some strange woman, and I was just making sure his story checked
out and he wasn't cheating on you. I didn't expect to walk into the place and
find some yakuza treating you like a punching bag." Filled with righteous indignation,
the foreigner pulled himself up to his full height and leaned in close, ignoring
the scowl he was receiving. "You want to tell me what's going on here? I find
it hard to believe that you'd work some side job that has a guy bitch-slapping
you left and right. I wanna hear the real story behind what's happening."
Wiping away a thin stream of blood that trailed down his face, Aya pressed the
ice pack closer, hoping it would take away the throb of pain in his face. Ueno
must have loosened a tooth or two with the hit. "You were already told the truth.
And stick to nicknames here, it's much safer."
"I know, your boyfriend already told me that." Oh ho, from the looks of it Kudoh
hadn't told Red about their little meeting last night. The dumb blond better
not even be thinking of reneging on their bargain. But it didn't look to be
the best time to fill Fujimiya in on that little detail. "Listen, I'm here right
now, the damage is done. Consider yourself stuck with me for the rest of the
night. The bastard tries to hit you again he has to go through me. Just wish
I'd brought Mickey's bat with me."
Dark purple eyes closed for a second, contemplating some inner vision with horror.
"Please don't tell me he's here too."
"Nah, gave him the slip tonight. Didn't want his big brother routine to get
in the way, once I heard about what really goes on in this place." Mickey had
been acting suspicious all day, as soon as he'd heard about the shift change,
but Teddy had lied through his teeth and told the older man that he just wanted
to spend a couple of nights with Koyu. He was pretty sure his sibling had bought
the story. Ken returned with their drinks, an anxious look on his face. "Thanks
Gorgeous, what does Red owe you?"
The brunet blushed slightly at the compliment as he set the pints down, gazing
intently at Aya. "It's taken care of. Some of the yakuza are asking around about
the two of you, making sure you haven't left. I think Ueno's stationed a few
guys at the exits." The two assassins passed a meaningful look, then the redhead
deposited the towel on the bar. Picking up his beer, Aya mumbled thanks as he
headed back to the pool tables. Teddy let out a yelp as he snatched his drink
and hurried after the redhead.
Catching up to the man, Teddy asked a question. "What are we going to do? Sounds
like it will be a little tricky getting you out of here, and I don't think you
want to stick around for that little chat."
"It's me they want to keep an eye on, you'll have no problem leaving." Aya rubbed
his temples, feeling pressure building in his head. "Something will happen,
I know it. I just have to wait til then. Go home, Stout, things are going to
get ugly. Don't want you here for that."
Teddy just latched on to the pale man's arm. "No fucking way. You're stuck with
me. Koyu will never speak to me if I let you get killed or snatched away by
some two-bit gangster before he gets a chance to meet you. Consider me your
bosom buddy until we get you safely out of here.
Aya paused to wonder what the hell it was that he had done to offend the fates
so badly.
*******
Snatching at the pair of hands that were trying to find their way under his
fitted tee, Yohji swiftly stood to his feet. "I'm going to get another round,
be right back." The last thing that Kisaragi needed was some more alcohol, but
he required an excuse for getting away from her. It seemed that a certain lady
was intent on forgetting all about her absent boyfriend tonight. Unfortunately
she was going to get the current object of her affections beaten to a bloody
pulp with her actions, if the looks Yohji was receiving from her bodyguards
was any indication.
Sighing as he jerked his hands through his hair, Yohji stole a quick glance
at the pool tables he passed by. Aya was busy playing once more, and from all
appearances still kicking ass. The blond almost fell face forwards though when
he caught sight of the figure cheering his lover on. What the hell was Teddy
doing here, and with Aya of all people? The foreigner was like a curse, following
them around everywhere. And he still hadn't told the kitten about the deal Stout
had blackmailed him with. Yohji was hoping to hold off on doing so until after
their getaway weekend. He wanted to be in one piece for that event.
As usual he made his way over to where Ken was busy pouring drinks. It was so
fun to tell the soccer player to put the drinks on Kisaragi's tab. Yohji had
to resist the urge to stick his tongue out at the other assassin and say 'I
told you so'. Nothing better than spending the night drinking unless it was
when someone else paid for all the alcohol. Smiling at Ken, the lanky man was
a bit nonplussed to see the serious expression on the brunet's face. "Something
wrong?"
Ken debated telling the blond his bit of news, but knew he had to. "You hear
about the incident between uh, 'Red' and Ueno yet?" Judging from the suddenly
curious expression on Kudoh's face, it was a safe bet the answer was no. No
wonder the club was still standing. "All I'm going to say is there's trouble
brewing on that front, and Ueno isn't letting him just walk out of here tonight.
So be on guard." Stepping away to get the alcohol he needed for the drinks,
Ken had his wrist snatched and felt himself be jerked back towards the bar.
Green eyes glared at him, blazing in a face set with anger. "What do you mean
by 'incident'? What did the fucker do to Aya?"
Great. Just what the mission needed, a pissed off jealous boyfriend. It had
been bad enough when Honjyou had made his way to the bar, steaming from witnessing
the slap and helpless to do anything about it. The Crasher had all but promised
to rip the gangster's arm off if he did it again. "He hit him." Ken desperately
grabbed at Yohji's arm, digging in his heels to keep from getting hauled over
the bar. "Wait a minute," he hissed out. "Aya's fine, if a bit bruised. You
go charging over there and there's no telling who will get hurt. Just concentrate
on coming up with a plan for getting the man out of here tonight." Yohji gave
him a very good impression of his lover's best shi-ne glare, but settled back
at the bar and waited for his drinks. Handing them over, Ken added that their
teammate would kill the blond if he let his possessive feelings interfere with
the mission. "So don't do anything stupid and just sit tight."
Anger tearing at his insides, Yohji made his way back to Kisaragi. Passing by
Aya once again, he carefully inspected the redhead, trying to see any signs
of injury. The man's crimson hair was covering a good deal of his face, casting
shadows over the rest of it. Not wanting to draw the attention of the goon squad
clearly standing nearby to keep a watch on the pale man, Yohji kept heading
back to his booth. It probably was a good thing he didn't see anything, else
he'd have lost it and started tearing into the bastard responsible.
Once back at his table, all thoughts of Aya and trying to figure out a way to
get him safely home fled his mind as Kisaragi intensified her assault. For the
next half hour or so he was constantly trying to scoot away from the woman and
keeping her hands off of him. It felt like he was being attacked by a damn octopus,
each time he thought he had both wrists firmly in his grasp he felt yet another
hand on his thigh or up his shirt. "Kisaragi-san, uhm, aren't you forgetting
about somebody? Like your boyfriend perhaps?"
Drunk and frustrated with having been ignored for too long, the brunette just
shook her head as she tried for her date's belt buckle. "Yuzo's obviously not
very concerned about me, I haven't seen him for more than two weeks and he keeps
putting me off. And call me Miho. What do you say to us having a bit of fun,
heh? I thought we were here for a good time." It was hard getting the words
out, as drunk as she was. A part of her was appalled at this behavior, but another
part was hoping that one of her boyfriend's thugs would call the standoffish
prick and he'd come charging down here to put a stop to things.
"Well, my lover is most definitely concerned about me, and will kill me if 'she'
finds out about this. I'm sorry, but I'm really not interested. Flattered yes,
but not willing to cheat on my girlfriend." Yohji grabbed the woman's hands
quite tightly and held them up as he glared at Miho. Watching as the contact
tinted eyes filled with tears that trickled down her face, he immediately released
his hold. "I'm sorry Kis- ah Miho, didn't mean to grab on so tight."
Shaking her head at the man as she waved the approaching bodyguards away, she
sobbed out that he hadn't hurt her. "Why can't Yuzo be like you? All I want
to do is see him." Miho buried her face in her date's chest. Uncomfortably cradling
the crying woman in his arms, Yohji patted her back as he soothed 'there there',
looking up to catch the eye of one of the bodyguards. The dark suited man edged
forward to claim Kisaragi, holding her close.
"We'll take her home, it's obvious that she's had too much. The yakuza spared
the blond a grateful look, relieved that he hadn't tried to make a move on his
boss' girlfriend. Yohji just let out a sigh of relief at seeing the three leave
the club, freeing him to deal with the problem at hand. Wracking his brains
to try and find a solution, he broke out of his thoughts as several gangsters
rushed past the table, cursing and barking out orders. Getting up and walking
over to a group of people, he asked what was going on. "Something happened in
the men's room. I heard a guy talking about a body."
Glancing about the room in panic, Yohji felt the constricted muscles in his
chest relax at the sight of Aya dodging through the crowd, alive and well with
Teddy attached to his arm like a leech. Thank the gods that his lover was safe.
The blond started following the two men, eyes searching for anyone trailing
them.
*******
Ueno watched as Yoshioka handed Fujimura a thick wad of money that was his part
of the winnings from the last game, contemplating what the redhead was up to.
The man in question returned back to the pool tables to face another challenger,
the foreigner in a skirt right by his side and yelling encouragements everytime
he sunk a ball. Weird man. The yakuza was hard- pressed trying to figure that
relationship out. Fujimura couldn't seem to stand the longhaired man, given
the way he was glowering at him, but each time another yakuza tried to separate
the two men he would grab the American's arm and jerk him close. Nice to know
there was a weak spot to go after if the redhead refused to behave. Seemed he
didn't want this 'Teddy' to be hurt. Ueno already had men looking into exactly
who the foreigner was.
For the most part content with the way this evening was going, Goro decided
to take a quick break, walk around the club and hit the john. Yoshioka would
watch over Fujimura while he was gone and make sure he didn't disappear again.
A smile broke out over the gangster's face as he looked forward to the conversation
later. It was going to be fun teaching the man his proper place. And very enjoyable.
Circuit of the club done, he headed for the men's room. Relieving himself at
the urinal, Ueno didn't pay much attention to the other men in the room leaving.
He was too busy thinking of what exactly he wanted to do to Fujimura that night
and what would be saved for later. Turning around as he zipped up his pants,
the yakuza was surprised to find the room empty except for him and another longhaired
foreigner, this one with impossibly reddish orange hair. He grunted at the man
and made his way to the sink.
The stranger came up right behind him. About to whirl around and snarl at the
man, maybe shove him away, Ueno was shocked to find he couldn't move. "'N Abend,
Arschloch."
Schuldig leaned over the Japanese man, a look of evil anticipation on his face.
"Don't bother to try talking or moving, your motor functions just went on strike.
And don't expect anyone to be coming to your rescue either, strangely enough
everyone has forgotten that this room exists. Just you and me for the next few
minutes." He scanned Ueno's mind, delighting in the confusion and panic that
he found in there. And the burning question of why this was happening.
<Ah, you want to know how the hell I can do this to you? If I were you I'd
be more concerned on the why. You've been a very naughty boy tonight, and I've
come back here to teach you a lesson.>
The telepath reached out and grabbed Ueno's right hand, stroking the scars with
a light touch. "You should be more careful of who's property you abuse, don't
you know. I was going to have a little chat with you tonight anyways, make sure
that you understood that 'Fujimura' wasn't yours to play with. However your
display of temper has changed things considerably." The pale green eyes glittered
with fury as Schuldig's grip squeezed the limb painfully. He released it as
he sensed the other man's pain. "I will /not/ tolerate anyone laying a hand
on the Kätzchen, let alone harm him. Very bad mistake that you made there."
Ueno stood there, mentally praying to the gods that this was all one strange
dream. And trying to figure out how Fujimura was a part of this, he was just
a pool shark. Schuldig chuckled at the thought. <Wondering what the man has
to do with all of this? Simple enough, he's /mine/. In more ways than you can
imagine. Your stupidity is going to cost you your life. Never should have touched
him. I could have understood everything up to that point. After all, it's not
all your fault that you want him. Some people just can't help it, like you and
the Flachwichser out there. A part of you recognizes that the dear boy is extremely
precious, and wants that power all to yourself. It's very easy to mistake it
for desire. But chasing after him is one thing, threats and violence is another.
Abyssinian could tell you that I'm not a very forgiving person under the best
of circumstances..>
"Punch the mirror." Ueno wanted to yell out and curse the man, tell him to go
fuck himself and shoot the spooky bastard dead, but to his horror he saw his
hand lift up and shoot towards the glass covered wall. Desperately trying to
stop it, he whimpered in pain as the limb struck the mirror at full force, shattering
the glass and breaking a couple bones. "Do it again." Once more the arm pulled
back and then sailed forward, breaking more bones and driving the glass shards
deep into the torn flesh. The scarred man felt everything. "And again, until
I tell you to stop." The action kept on repeating as tears and blood from a
bitten tongue traveled down Ueno's face, and his hand was reduced to a bloody
pulp with shattered glass and bone fragments poking out. He'd hoped to pass
out from the pain as the mangled limb kept hitting the wall, sending blood everywhere,
but that escape eluded him. Behind him Schuldig's grin grew wider and wider
as he drank in the pain and despair. "The other hand now." Ah, this was so delicious,
watching as the man irreparably maimed himself, all the sweet pain his to savour,
helping to soothe the fury that had risen up as he watched the Arschloch hit
his tuberose.
The whimpers of anguish that his telepathy couldn't force the man to hold back
reminded the German of the situation at hand. This was fun, but playtime needed
to come to an end. "Stop now." Pulling out his gun, Schuldig moved over to Ueno's
side, so as to point the weapon between the yakuza's eyes. He wanted the man
to see his death coming, the anger at seeing his heart struck had not fully
been assuaged. "This is fun, you know, but I have other plans for the night.
One of them is creating a little diversion so Abyssinian can get away. Can you
guess what that means?" Oh, it was so delightful, the pleas that filled Ueno's
head, begging not to be killed. "Sorry, no mercy for naughty boys." Mouth stretched
wide in a smile, the telepath hummed under his breath as he pulled back the
trigger, watching as the back of the Japanese man's head exploded. He released
his hold on the dead man's muscles, letting the body slump to the floor.
Taking the time to let the gun cool down before he returned it underneath his
jacket, Schuldig checked out his image in an unbroken mirror and with a wet
cloth dabbed away the flecks of blood and meat that spotted his hand and jacket.
Whistling a cheerful tune as he repaired his appearance, Schuldig felt the tension
that had knotted his muscles ever since he'd followed Abyssinian here and watched
the yakuza try and make a move on the assassin finally ebb away. No one was
allowed to touch his property, let alone assault it. He barely tolerated Balinese's
presence to begin with, forced as he was to bide his time and let the blond
live until Bradley said they didn't need him alive anymore. That was his limit.
Now one irritant was down, one more to go. The Kätzchen was doing a pretty
good job of keeping that Wichser at bay, he'd continue to monitor the situation
until a more direct mode of intervention was necessary. That would be every
bit as enjoyable as tonight had been. Putting his gun away, Schuldig took another
minute to survey the mess he'd left behind. The things one did when they were
in love. Hee.