Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sooner or Later ❯ Chapter II ( Chapter 2 )

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Series: Inu-Yasha / Weiß Kreuz
Pairings: Schu x Yohji, um...Brad x Ken?
Summary: On a mission Ken and Brad have an accident
Contents: Yaoi Shonen ai Weird ... that's about it now...
Spoilers: Umm....everything?
Status: Incomplete

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Sooner Or Later: Part 2
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"Yura of the Hair," Crawford addressed her, drawing her attention away from Ken's neck, "What do you want with him?"

"La. The Shikon Jewel," she explained, tightening the hair around Ken's neck.

"What are you talking about?!" the brunette rasped around the strangling hair.

"You posses the Jewel." Yura flicked her wrist, wrapping a net of hair around Ken's body. "Now give it to me!"

Ken lay there on the ground, hair pinning him down and Crawford glared at Yura, both unable to meet her demand.

"Na-What are you talking about?!" Ken shrieked, thrashing against the hair barrier. "Crawford! You fucking bastard! Just don't stand there!"

The American cursed; he had hoped that Ken would forget his presence. He also hoped that Yura would finish him off, but he didn't see that in the future, so he might help Weiß out this time.

Yura kept one hand trained on Ken keeping him out of her way as she turned to face Crawford again. From her view he was a worn-out, dirt covered human: nothing too dangerous. "You?"

"Me."

Yura erupted in a fit of laughter. "You cannot beat me."

The American 'hmph'ed as he dove for her, fist aimed at her stomach.

"La." She flicked her wrist again, causing her hair to fly towards the charging American.

He quickly abandoned that idea and reached for the strands in front of him. They ripped at his palm and fingers, his blood running their length.

She ignored Crawford as he nursed his hand, returning once again to Ken. Yura was truly getting dizzy from the volley of attention.

"You have what I want," she purred, pointing at the red welt on Ken's forehead.

"I still have no clue what the hell you're talking about," Ken growled.

"This is going nowhere," Crawford said in English as he rolled his eyes.

"What strange words you speak." And yet again, Yura tightened the hair around Ken's neck. "You should be headless by now! Why won't you die?!"

"Tough skin," he spat. "Crawford!"

Yura looked Ken up and down. "La. You don't have the Jewel." It was a statement not a question.

The hair around Ken's neck disappeared and Yura left.

"Ack!" Ken rubbed his neck; it sported several red lines, but that was as far as the damage went. "Thanks for your help," he added with biting sarcasm.

Crawford shot Ken a wry glare as he continued the nurse his hand. "You're welcome."

"Oh!" the younger noticed Crawford's bloody hand. "Let's get you cleaned up."

~*~

"Yohji-kun! You lost Ken-kun!" Omi accused after Yohji explained the incomplete mission.

"I didn't loose Ken!" Yohji defended. "Why do you both think that?"

"You were in charge of him," Aya scowled.

"Ken's a big boy, Aya, capable of looking after himself. I am not in charge of anyone but myself. Not to mention that pointing the blame is not going to help Ken."

"Fine."

"Aya-kun and I will inform Manx-san and Yohji-kun will go back to the shrine to ask around, ne?"

"Now why didn't we think of that?" Yohji asked, after all, he was the detective. Schuldich must have fucked with his mind again.

~*~

The telephone demanded attention.

"Get it, Schu!" Nagi yelled from his room.

"No, bishonen! Get the damn phone yourself!" he shouted back.

"You get it!"

"No!"

"Farf! Get the phone!"

"No!" the psycho responded.

The telephone still wanted someone to talk to.

"Damn it!" Schuldich ran to the telephone and picked it up. "Nanda?!" he growled into it.

"Nice to talk to you too," the phone said.

"Schatz!"

"Who else?" The German could hear Yohji's smirk.

"Did you find out anything about the well?"

"You're the telepath, you tell me."

"Feh."

"We need to do a bit of investigating. Meet me at the shrine in half an hour. Sound good?"

"Can do."

"Ja."

"Bis später." Schuldich set down the phone. "Nagi!" he shouted, "I'll be gone until tomorrow! Don't kill yourself or let Farfarello kill himself!"

"Yeah right!" Nagi called back sarcastically,

"I mean it!" the German said sternly, and then burst into maniacal laughter as he ran out the door.

"Great babysitting," he grumbled as he looked at the Irishman.

"Am I that much of a hassle?" A thin eyebrow crept up his forehead.

"Blood stains are so annoying to get out," Nagi responded, typing on his computer and trying to ignore Farfarello.

"What about other things?"

"Don't get too hopeful," the Japanese boy said dryly.

~*~

"That makes no sense," Ken said as he studied Crawford's injured hand, "you barely even touched it and it cut you."

"I don't care if it makes sense or not."

"I'm sure you don't," Ken snorted.

"Why are you helping me?" Crawford asked curiously.

"You're hurt," Ken pointed out.

"As soon as it's healed, you're dead."

"Whatever. I just can't ignore it, ne?" The brunette proceeded to clean Crawford's hand in a nearby spring.

"Yes you can."

Ken did not bother to respond to that. "There. Done." He released the American's hand.

"At least she didn't use her sword."

"She had a sword?" Ken asked.

Crawford nodded, "You didn't notice?"

"How could I? I was tied up!" his temper sparked.

"What was she after anyway?" he changed the subject, running his undamaged hand through his hair.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?!"

"Well, you had it."

"No, I didn't!"

"Maybe it had to do with the rock in your forehead..." Crawford mused, ignoring Ken's flaring temper as he touched the welt on his face.

"Hmph!" Ken jerked away from the other's touch.

"You have the strangest personality," he laughed.

~*~

"Juu!" Yohji cried, "I'm so glad that you could make it!"

"Of course."

Together they entered the shrine.

"Can I help you?" an old man asked politely.

"Sure," Yohji smiled, "I was wondering if you could tell us about the story behind the well."

"I see no reason why not," the old man smiled. "The Bone-Eater's well is-"

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" A small boy holding a fat cat ran into the shrine.

"Not now, Sora," his grandfather waved him away.

"But Kagome!"

"Not that crazy story again," he rolled his eyes. "Excuse me for a moment, boys."

"But Gramps! She's in there! I swear!"

"No she's not, if she was, we would have found her by now."

"Gramps!"

Juu, see if you can get anything from his mind, withoutscrewing with it. The blonde mind-talked simultaneously with the bickering.

You ruin all my fun, schatz, the German pouted. But I'll see what I can do... I told Nagi that I wouldn't be back until tomorrow...

Well first, sex later. You have the worst one-track mind ever!

"I'm sorry about that," the old man apologized, "He thinks that his missing sister disappeared in the well."

Wu-who! Jackpot!

Later.

Stuff it, Juu or there will be no later. Out loud Yohji said sympathetically, "That's horrible."

"It happened yesterday morning. Little Sora here thinks that a giant centipede woman came out of the well and dragged her in."

"Centipede woman?" Schuldich repeated.

Check the kid's mind, Yohji advised.

Already on it.

"Yes!" Sora piped. "It was a mean, ugly woman and she said that aneue had the Jewel of Four Souls."

"You never told me that!" his grandfather gasped.

"Thank you for your help," Schuldich said. "But our lunch break is almost over and we still haven't eaten."

"You're welcome, boys."

Yohji mumbled something about security as he followed his lover out of the shrine.

"Come Sora, I'll prove to you that she's not in the well."

~*~

"I'm hungry," Ken groaned. "There has to be food somewhere! We've been wandering for hours!"

"Complaining about it isn't going to make it go away."

"Man, you're as anal as Aya, only you talk more. He'd just say that in a glare."

"I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult."

"Neither, it's a comment."

"At least I don't have a sister complex."

"How do you know so much about us?" Ken wanted to know. He was stuck here (wherever here was) with the man, he might as well do some research as well.

"Are you forgetting just who we are?" Crawford answered with a question.

"Stupid powers," the brunette grumbled. "How do yours work?"

"That would be telling."

"But Juu and Yohji...!"

"That's different. I don't have any intentions to sleep with you."

"Well, that's a relief!" Ken said dryly. "Look! A village!"

~*~

"Did you get anything useful out of that old goat?" Yohji asked as they sat down on a park bench.

"Not much, but he is the drug dealer Persia and Takatori were after."

"Him?!"

"Yeah, but it's not time for that. That kid's sister did get pulled into that well by a centipede woman."

"Show me."

Schuldich relayed the stolen memory to Yohji.

"Buyo...He's in the well house." That stupid cat was always getting lost.

Both he and his aneue checked in the house.

"Th-there's something in there!" he hid behind her, shivering at 'kch'ing sounds from the well.

Kagome went to see...Buyo found her. A six armed woman, with the naked bones of a snake jumped from the well and pulled her in.

"What joy..." Sora could hear from the well. "What strength I feel...My flesh returns to me! You...Haveit...Yes?...The Jewel of Four Souls..."

Then Kagome was gone.

"Just like Ken and Crawford, only without the centipede chick."

"We should check back later too, see if that girl returned."

~*~

"Strangers...Two males...In strange rags, like Kagome-san." The rumors spread through the town like wild fire. By the time the two entered the town, every civilian was standing outside of their thatched huts watching them.

"Kaede-sama, deal with the odd ones," they murmured. One had smooth features, nice, prominent, while the other was callous, inhospitable and rough.

"Crawford," Ken tugged on the American's suit sleeve, "Make them stop staring."

Crawford stopped and turned to face the soccer player. "You want me to what?"

Ken 'meep'ed as he continued to walk.

"You are too much like Schuldich for your own good."

"I'm not a whore."

"Matte!" Crawford ordered.

"Why?!"

Before he could answer an arrow landed in the dirt at Ken's feet.

"That's why."

"Who be you?" an old woman with an eye patch over her right eye demanded.

"We are no one," Crawford answered curtly.

"But we're hungry!" Ken quipped.

"You be hungry?" she asked.

"Ha~ai! My name's Ken," he held out his hand.

"I am called Kaede. Come with me if you can control you friend's tongue."

"Friend?!" The two assassins looked at each other in horror.

"Do you wish food?" she asked again.

"Yes..."

"Then come."

~*~*~

Well, that was the stupidest part to leave off. Stupid brain! Work I say! Work!