Author: Max Ikari

Pairings: Yohji/Aya, Schuldich/Aya

Warnings: NC-17, Lemon, non-consensual sex, violence,

adult language, etc.

[] Inner thoughts

/Mind talking/

The Devil’s Own

Chapter 15

Love you seek for, presupposes

Summer heat and sunny glow.

Tell me, do you find moss roses

Budding, blooming in the snow?

Snow might kill the rose tree’s root—

Shake it quickly from your foot,

Lest it harm you as you go.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Richard had been thinking about Vienna a lot. That

place would signify his freedom from Scott and winning

the affections of Aya. However, now he doubted if the

latter would ever come to be. Aya was too closed off,

he didn’t let anybody see his emotions. Richard

couldn’t blame the redhead, Aya needed to be closed

off in order to survive. The redhead had already

accepted the mission and was on his way to Vienna to

check the hotel. Richard missed him. Strangely

enough it was also a comfort not having Aya around

because he couldn’t think straight when the redhead

was around. Richard was due to leave for Vienna in

about three days, time enough for Aya to have

completed surveying the hotel. Aside from that

Richard didn’t know how everything would go from

there. Hopefully everything would go fine.

# Flight 1964 has arrived to the Vienna International

Airport. Please remain seated until the plane has

reached a complete stop. The temperature is 50

degrees with partly cloudy skies. Luggage claim is at

the first floor, please go there directly to avoid any

inconveniences. Thank you for choosing American

Airlines. We hope to have you with us again. #

Aya was looking out the window ever since the

beginning of his flight. Seeing how insignificant the

world below looked from such an altitude soothed him.

Made him realize that maybe his problems weren’t as

big as he thought them to be. It gave him a sense of

hope and completion. A sense of utter calmness he had

not felt since he saw Aya-chan die. It still baffled

him how calm he had been when his sister died. Just

seeing Aya-chan breathe her last breath had brought an

inner calm. As if she was finally free from the shell

she had become, and as much as he hated to admit it he

no longer felt chained to the hospital. He was

allowed to take a walk, he was free from that

restraint. Still, Aya wanted to be restrained, he

wanted to remember what his weakness had caused. What

his sin was.

" Well were here," said a young guy to no one in

general. " I never thought it would take so long to

get here."

Aya smiled at the comment. At the utter happiness the

guy showed, something he had lost long ago. Walking

to the luggage claim, Aya kept thinking on what he was

doing here. He had accepted the mission but truth of

the fact was that he didn’t want to. He wanted to be

as far away of Richard as he could. As far away from

Weib and Schwartz which meant as far away from Europe

and Asia as he could. Yet, here he was in Austria.

Getting his bags from luggage claim, Aya called a cab

to take him to the Drei Kronen Hotel. The hotel was

nicely furnished in a Victorian style. Taking a deep

breath, Aya allowed himself to collapse on the bed.

The trip had been exhausting, however after a long

shower Aya felt considerably better. Better to

starting looking up the hotel where Scott Smith was

going to stay. The ANA Grand Hotel Wien [okay lets

see…Address…Karnter Ring 9. A-1010, Vienna, Austria,

not far from here]

With that done Aya got up to look out his window. It

faced to the inner hotel gardens. Now at dusk it

looked breathtaking almost magical. It brought back

memories, demons that he had spent the last six years

trying to outrun. Lifting a hand to rub the bridge of

his nose, he rubbed at the ache that was blossoming

there. One day, just one day he hoped not to have a

headache. [Shit] Taking an aspirin, Aya went ahead to

become dead to this world.

The ringing of the phone brought Richard back to

awareness. His thoughts tended to go scatter when he

dwelled too much on Aya.

" Hello," answered Richard putting his forgotten drink

on the oak table of his study.

* I see you have done a good job, *

" Oh, it’s you. I have done what you told me. Soooo,

do I get to play with him?" purred Richard

suggestively.

* We will have to see. However, I believe an

arrangement can be reached…. * and the line went dead.

"Hn,"

 

Aya woke up feeling refreshed after having a good

nights sleep. Odd, that he didn’t have any of the

nightmares that usually plagued him. He quickly took

a shower and got dressed wanting to have an n early

start on the day. Today he had to go and check out

the hotel, see where he would hide, etc.

However, he was having second thoughts about doing

this job. Almost like a bad feeling about it, which

was ridiculous, because this job was easier than

others he had done. Of course it could always be that

he still had a conscience and killing a man just for

power was bothering him.

Giving himself a last look in the mirror he was

satisfied with the result. He looked like a tourist.

The blue pair of jeans with a white t-shirt and a blue

fisher’s hat and blue glasses let him achieve that.

Grabbing his black backpack and camera he walked out

of his room.

" Good morning Mr. Krish, how may I help you today?"

asked the receptionist with a smile.

Aya smiled back. " Good morning. I just need to know

if I have any messages."

" Of course." The receptionist turned to look if he

had any messages.

Aya knew he had none but it was a good way to make

people remember you in a different way. Aya would be

remembered as Charles Krish a young man who was very

friendly. People tended to notice your eccentricities

when you were quiet.

" No you have none," said the receptionist smiling.

Aya knew it had to do a little with the way he looked.

" Thank you. Have a good day," said Aya smiling.

" You are welcome Mr. Krish," said the receptionist

blushing slightly.

Aya walked into the street breathing the city air. He

loved cities that still held their ancestry even after

it was invaded by new buildings. He felt relaxed

here. It made him remember when his family had taken

a trip to the Niagara Falls. He had been so

astonished at the beauty of the place, at the inner

peace even though it was full of tourists. This place

reminded him of that trip, of how beautiful places

could be.

Checking his map he saw that the ANA Grand Hotel Wien

was about six blocks east of the city. Walking as if

he had no other purpose other than see around, Aya

arrived to his destination in fifteen minutes.

The hotel lived up to its name. It was designed in

the style used during the Austro-Hungarian Empire,

which reminded Aya how wealthy some people are. The

façade of the building was huge, almost looked like a

castle. The interior with its chandeliers and

marble floors was breathtaking. It hurt Aya that he

had to damage part of it, materialism at its worst.

Taking some pictures of the hotel Aya left thinking

how he was going to get the ground plans. [Well I

will just have to hack my way in]

With that decided, Aya went ahead to look for a

restaurant since his stomach was reminding him that he

had no breakfast.

Yohji decided that he hated women, at least just for

today. However, he should be grateful that he had

something to do but it still angered him. He should

have realized when that man came to see him two days

ago that he would get the job of tailing the wife. It

was pathetic, really how many rich men got conned into

marriage with a young pretty thing that was only

attracted to their wallet. The weird thing is that it

always happened. Yohji could remember how many

similar cases he had when he was a PI in which women

where killed or battered by husbands that were

extremely jealous and had people following them.

Still he needed the money. [Getting out of bed this

early should be a crime]

Walking to the bathroom to take a shower, Yohji saw

how depressing the sight was. He looked sick and so

thin that a mere wind would blow him away. No wonder

Omi and Ken were worried. Walking out of the shower,

Yohji started feeling the effects of sleeping too

late. He was exhausted. After getting dressed he

walked to the kitchen to get some coffee and saw that

Omi and Ken were having breakfast.

" You’re up early. Someone die?" said Ken not looking

up from the newspaper he was reading. The sports

section to be exact.

" Shut up," said Yohji walking to the kitchen cabinet

to get a mug for coffee. "I have the job I told you

about."

" Oh, the one tailing that guy’s wife?" said Ken

looking up at Yohji.

" Yeah, I real bitch if you ask me. Usually I feel

sorry for those girls but this time I feel sorry for

the guy," said Yohji grinning wryly. " She really got

the poor man good."

" Maybe she hates him," said Omi seriously. " You

know most women do."

Yohji shrugged brushing a blond strand out of his

face, " I don’t know. All the women I know are nice

to me. Guess you would know more about that."

Omi flipped him off, which made Yohji’s eyebrows shoot

up.

" Omi! What is Ken teaching you?!"

Ken glared darkly at Yohji before resuming his

reading.

" Well ladies I am off. Don’t misbehave and remember

don’t have sex in the kitchen table," said Yohji

running out the door before Omi could find something

to throw at him.

 

Aya finally settled for a little café that faced a

park sitting there sipping tea was soothing. Aya felt

at peace, he wished he could just stay this way

forever. Sadly, forever is a long time. Not a person

had the luxury of feeling happy and in peace forever.

It’s like the gods love having human suffering, maybe

they think that makes humankind more human. The

waiter arrived with the order Aya had given him,

pasta. It’s funny that when we have the opportunity

to experience something else we cling stubbornly to

what we know. What’s safe.

" Here you go sir," said the waiter placing the plate

in front of Aya. Aya managed a small smile for him

before turning to contemplate the park again.

He was so close to Japan he could just go and visit

his family’s graves…[and Weib]

Deciding the best course was to stop thinking about

what would never happen, Aya ate in silence.

Yohji was tired of following the wife all around town.

She wasn’t very interesting and sadly no affair to

prickle Yohji’s attention. Katrina Kahn was just

trying to help one of her brothers with some money, of

course she spent a lot of time with him but it wasn’t

anything incestuous. Stopping at a corner he took out

his cell phone to contact Mr. Kahn.

" With Mr. Kahn please," said Yohji taking his

sunglasses off to rub of the beginnings of a headache.

* Mr. Kudou? *

" Yes, she is helping her brother. I will send a

package with the details. Please deposit the rest of

the money at the end of the day."

* Are you sure? *

" Mr. Kahn I never make mistakes. Good day," said

Yohji severing the connection. Yohji stood there

watching how Katrina tried to comfort her brother,

very protective of him. Almost like a certain redhead

he knew. Hearing the grumbling of his stomach he

remembered that he hadn’t eaten. He felt like eating

a whole house. He remembered how Asuka used to tease

him because he ate so much. [I am getting old]

Walking to the restaurant Rosettis where he was a

frequent eater, he finally sat down to get a smoke

before eating.

" Hello again Mr. Kudou," said a waiter. " What will

you like today?"

" Some red wine and some tortellini," said Yohji

smiling before turning his gaze to flirt with the

hostess.

Unknown to Yohji, Aya was sitting at the other end of

the room.

Scott Smith was at the airport waiting for the

limousine that was to take him to the ANA Grand Hotel

Wien where Richard would join him tomorrow. Scott had

feigned disinterest when Richard had told him about

his new crush but it did matter. It meant that his

position in the company was in jeopardy. The only

reason he had gotten that far in the company was

Richard’s constant lust for him, but lately Richard

had paid very little attention to him. Scott had

people investigating Richard’s new interest, but as

far as they knew the guy didn’t exist. Richard was

being very careful of not being followed or tapped.

This situation making Scott angrier with the little

whore. However, as far as his sources told him

Richard had not gone to visit anybody, gone straight

home after work. Either they got in a fight or

Richard had lost interest, Scott hoped it was the

latter. He desperately needed it to be the latter

because Scott was going to try and get Richard’s

attention back. This was partly the reason he had

wanted to come, the whole different continent and

romantic setting crap that everybody said helped their

relationships. Scott could care less on that bullshit

but if it achieved his goal he was willing to try

anything once.

Omi was worried about seeing Yohji again. He was sure

he had implanted a tracking virus on the redhead’s

computer. It had been quiet for about three days but

then yesterday out of the blue Aya had been hacking to

get information about a hotel. A hotel in Vienna.

Not that Omi managed to find Aya, the redhead had

learned how to cover his tracks but still…Vienna.

Maybe Aya was there and they ran into him or

something. From what Omi gathered of the hacking job,

Aya was looking at the blue prints, which meant that

maybe Aya was doing a job. Another reason why Omi

didn’t want to tell Yohji. The blonde might go look

for Aya and get the latter killed or something.

Stupid things happen when people are guided by their

emotions. For example what happened to Ouka. That

had been a problem when Ken and him had started their

relationship, his unwillingness to forget. But Ken

had helped him deal with it. They had all seen the

result of not forgetting, it had torn Aya apart. It

hurt all them, it hurt Omi. Every time Omi remembered

Aya he would see the shell of the person he knew, the

person Yohji had brought back from the park that

fateful day. He just hoped to the gods that Aya was

doing better. Yet, hoping never solved anything.

 

Aya looked at his watch 5:00pm, time to go. He had

been sitting at the restaurant for almost two hours.

However, he didn’t regret it. How could he when the

view soothed his nerves and helped him feel like he

belonged, which he knew he didn’t. He remembered how

much he had wanted to belong when he was little. He

had always stood out too much, but after a while he

stopped caring. After that he just stopped feeling.

Signaling the waiter to bring the check, Aya started

to get up deciding to go to his room before going back

to the ANA hotel and putting the charges.

Trying to shrug off the almost lethargy that crept on

him, he paid his tab and left the restaurant. Upon

coming out he collided with someone, he apologized to

the other person’s retreating back.

 

Americans thought Yohji with amusement, they were

always in a hurry. The kid had hit him hard with his

backpack, you would think he had bricks in it

Rubbing absentmindedly at the hurt on his arm, Yohji

was thinking about what he should do next. Well he

had to send that package to Mr. Kahn and maybe he

would get trashed tonight. Yes, that was a very good

idea, also getting laid would help a lot. Maybe he

should call Rita but scratched that notion as soon as

it came. Calling Rita again may be confused as an

interest, commitment. Yohji didn’t want that, he

wanted to be alone for a while. Alone in case…

Leaving that train of thought before it got confusing

one more time, Yohji decided to go home.

 

Aya arrived to his hotel room feeling extremely tired.

It baffled him this constant tiredness, he didn’t use

to get so tired. [I guess this is what burning out

feels like] He decided to go work out at the gym for

a while in an effort to regain some energy. Tomorrow

he would need all of it in case something happened.

It is a curse that every time you feel safe something

bad is bound to happen. Fucking irony.

After running in the treadmill for about an hour and a

shower, Aya felt refreshed and ready to go to the

hotel. However, now he had to go as a waiter. He was

going to put an auburn wig and glasses because people

tended to look brunettes less. Walking out with blue

jeans and a neon green shirt, he walked to the hotel

to plant the charges. Getting through the hotel

security was not hard at all. Already having studied

the blueprints, Aya knew his way around. He went to

the laundry room that was suffocating with all the

vapor and bodies. Through that way he hid in a corner

to confirm Scott’s room number, 910. It was the last

floor.

" Are you new here kid?" asked a stern looking man

giving Aya a once look over.

" Yes sir," answered Aya quietly.

" There is an order or room 910, can you go take it?"

said the man.

" Yes sir," said Aya quietly hiding his amusement at

the situation.

Knocking once Aya was greeted with the image of Scott.

Aya had only seen the man from far away, but up close

he reminded him of Crawford. Maybe it was just the

eyes that reminded Aya of Crawford because they did

not look alike.

" Sir, your order. Would you mind if I look around to

see if anything is missing?" asked Aya innocently.

" Go ahead," said Scott waving a hand.

Entering the bathroom, Aya looked for a place to put a

charge. The best place would be under the sink,

nobody ever checks there. He also put another one in

the air vent.

" Everything seems fine sir," said Aya standing in

front of Scott awaiting his tip. Scott searched his

pockets and came up with a ten-dollar bill.

" Thank you sir," said Aya smiling.

Scott waved him off. Aya could see what Richard had

seen in Scott. Even though the guy was imposing he

had a kind of childish beauty. Lately Aya was learning

a lot of Richard, it seems the tycoon likes a

challenge. Scott must have been one at the time.

Pity for it to end.

Richard had spent all day thinking about Vienna. He

was going to get rid of an old lover and a major

threat in his climb to greatness. He was also going to

acquire a new lover he was sure of it. Nobody had

refused him, yet. Of course if the redhead proved to

be too skittish, he could always put something on his

drink to help loosen him up. It was a damn

coincidence that the guy had contacted him about Aya.

Damn weird because the guy seemed to know the redhead.

It made Richard jealous, but being promised a little

playtime with Aya made up for it. He was really

looking forward to it.

Yohji was suspicious. Omi had been acting weird ever

since he got there. Almost as if he was hiding

something. Yohji wanted to know what the hell was

going on and since Ken didn’t seem to be hiding

anything Yohji guessed it had something to do with

Aya. He cornered the youth when Omi was preparing to

go out with Ken. Damned if Yohji was going to let him

get away without telling him a thing.

" Hey kiddo," said Yohji sitting down on Omi’s bed.

" Hey," said Omi eyeing him. " What’s wrong?’

" Oh, nothing you just seem nervous. Is something

wrong?" purred Yohji.

" No, nothing is wrong," said Omi quietly all the

while avoiding Yohji’s gaze.

" So have you found Aya?" asked Yohji looking out the

window.

" Umm, no," said Omi tying his shoes.

" No?" asked Yohji incredulously.

" Okay I did," said Omi looking at him. " But before

I say anything you have to promise me not to do

anything stupid, okay?"

Yohji stared at Omi, he could feel fear get a hold of

him. " O-okay."

" Well remember I told you I had a tracking virus on

Aya’s computer?" Yohji nodded agreement.

" Three days ago, Aya stopped using his computer. I

thought maybe he had found my tracker as unlikely as

that could be. However, I kept tabs on it. Yesterday

Aya used his computer to get some blueprints, they

were from the ANA Grand Hotel," said Omi waiting for

it too sink in.

" Like our ANA Grand Hotel?" asked Yohji incredulous.

Omi nodded.

" It could be a job he is supposed to do. He could

already be in the city, I don’t know. I don’t think

Aya knows we moved from Japan, so more than likely he

doesn’t expect us here," said Omi raiding his closet

for a light coat.

" Did you track him here?" asked Yohji after a small

silence.

" No. I just know he is gathering info from one of

the hotels in the area. He could be here, he blocks

me pretty well," said Omi smiling wryly.

" And I thought you were the best," said Yohji placing

a cigarette on his lips without lighting it.

" I am, but Aya is using very good equipment. You

know they say USA has the best things," said Omi.

" So if he is here more than likely he is passing off

as an American," said Yohji.

" It is more than likely. I already checked in the

hotels. If he is here he is not using any of his old

aliases," said Omi sitting besides Yohji.

" I didn’t expect him to. Aya is much smarter than

that," said Yohji. " Can you hack into the

surveillance cameras of the ANA hotel?"

" Yes, but the rooms have no cameras," said Omi.

" Is there anything important going on in the hotel?"

asked Yohji his head angled to the side.

" Mmm, I think it is a computer convention. The

latest technology in surveillance, military and some

weapons. You think he may try something at the

convention?" asked Omi eyes alight with excitement.

" Could be. Tell Ken we are going to check out that

convention. When is it?" asked Yohji getting up to

leave the room.

" Tomorrow," said Omi before Yohji left his room.

The next day, Ken, Omi, and Yohji staked out the

convention. However, Aya was nowhere to be found.

Aya had seen Richard arrive early this morning. Aya

was just there to make sure Richard was there, Richard

never knew he was there. After that he had gone to

breakfast and left for the convention as a brunette.

It made it so much easier being overlooked. Still,

the bad feeling of the day before still lingered. He

walked back to his room. Richard had called his cell

phone giving him Scott’s schedule. Going back to his

room Aya changed into some black leather pants and a

black leather trenchcoat with black sunglasses. At

about 5 till midnight, he walked out of his room

toward the hotel. He walked slowly not having any

hurry in killing the man. At the corner of the hotel

he stood watching the street feeling horrible for

being the person to interrupt the night’s peace.

" I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me

in the afterlife Scott," whispered Aya and pushed the

button. Aya stood there mesmerized by the way the

flames caressed the night sky after the explosion. He

stared wishing he still had the conviction that had

guided him at the beginning, wishing he still had his

morality.

/Nicely done Ran/

Aya tensed at the sound of that voice and turned

around facing Schuldich gun in hand.

" I missed you Ran," purred Schuldich. " Did you miss

me?"

Aya didn’t answer, just lifted the gun to Schuldich’s

head.

" Ah, so you are going to kill me?" said Schuldich

getting closer. " Don’t worry sweetie, you won’t feel

a thing." And true to his word Aya’s entire world

turned black.

 

The next morning while Omi was getting a cup of coffee

he heard in the news about the explosion on the hotel

ANA. Rushing upstairs he banged in Yohji’s door. Omi

could hear the cursing before the door abruptly open.

Yohji had on a glare but upon seeing Omi’s face anger

turned to fear.

" What is it?" asked Yohji trying not to show his

apprehension.

" It was Aya. He did it," said Omi quietly.

" Did what?" asked Yohji carefully.

" A bomb went off at about 12:30am in the hotel. One

room exploded, it’s a mess," said Omi.

Yohji swallowed the meaning of the statement.

" Fuck, wake up Ken we are going to look for Aya."

TBC

 

 

Retour Chapitre 16