Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sooner or Later ❯ Chapter VI ( Chapter 6 )

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

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Sooner Or Later: Part 6
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"There was no kill," Aya told himself as he entered his apartment.

"No," Omi agreed, shadowing Aya and locking the door behind him.

"All that adrenaline, pulsing…" Omi knew the drill. It was sick and wrong, but he knew it. Once they got Ken back and were able to seduce him into joining them in their bed - well, Aya's bed - things - timing - would be better. At least that's what Omi believed.

Even though he thought it was not right, Omi still could not keep his body from reacting, just from the sheer memories; under his cold, bastardly exterior Aya was a passionate and caring lover.

"Do you plan to 'kill' me instead?" Omi suggested.

"I plan to do just that," Aya breathed, sandwiching Omi against the wall, his mouth eating the little blonde's neck ravenously.

~*~

Ken woke up on the ground for the second morning in a row, his stomach eating itself.

Crawford was still asleep…

Damn, he fell asleep during his watch *again*.

Ken's mind reeled, trying to remember just when he had fallen asleep. He backtracked too far, however, and ended up remembering Crawford's kiss.

Heat immediately rushed to his face.

Ken came to the conclusion that he needed food to think about that. Yes, food was a very good thing.

"Crawford, wake up!" he shook the sleeping man - hopefully into wakefulness.

"Fuck off, I'm not asleep," he muttered in English before rolling over and continuing to sleep.

"God damn y-" Ken stopped himself, remembering Kase. "No, not damn…something much worse and *permanent*!" His stomach gave a brutal twist. "This is *not* happening!" he whimpered. "I am *not* starving to death in another time with my enemy that wants to 'eat' me!"

"Not eat," Crawford corrected, yawning widely.

"You!"

"Me! Very good, Ken. Or should I call you 'Kenken'?" Crawford was pressing his limits, but an argument did not take much effort and would keep his mind off his paining stomach.

"Don't. Ever. Call. Me. *THAT*. He. Called. Me. That!"

"He being…?"

"Ok, I was right the first time: God damn you!"

"That's nice. I would like to find civilization before my stomach decides it likes itself instead of food."

That knocked the wind out of Ken's sails and he twitched his tail in annoyance.

Tail? He…had…a tail?

Somehow the shock at this discovery was not as great as finding his ears pointed… Maybe now because he knew what was wrong with him… if 'wrong' was the correct term for his demon ethnicity. Just about everyone in this place knew of demons and the like, so 'wrong' could not be the right word…

"I agree." He wrapped his tail around his own waist.

"Is that a -?" Crawford's framed eyes expanded, not from the sight of Ken's tail, but from Ken actually agreeing with him.

"Well, I guess the kid was right," Ken grinned sheepishly, misinterpreting Crawford's astonishment.

Crawford ignored him and set off again.

"Oi! Matte!" Ken ran after him again.

~*~

"No sleep for two nights in a row," Yohji mumbled, dragging his carcass into the Koneko for his shift.

"Yohji-san!" the fangirls crooned, "Daijobu desu ka?"

"Oh, my women! What would I ever do without you?" he smiled.

"Be happy," Omi grumbled under his breath.

"I heard that, Omitchi!" Yohji called back. "Don't be mean." The fangirls apparently did not hear.

"Yohji-kun! I would never be mean!" Omi gave Yohji an innocent stare.

"Of course not!"

"When is Ken-kun going to get better?" Ken's fangirls wanted to know.

"Soon, I hope," Omi lied after much thought. "He is going to go see the doctor today."

//Since when could Omi lie so neatly?// Yohji's eyebrows knitted together in thought.

//Don't think about it too hard, schatz. It'll give you a headache.//

"*You* give me a headache," he growled.

//My pleasure,// Schuldich purred.

"Yohji-kun?" Omi asked, "What did you just say?"

"I said something?" he blinked.

"Hai, Yohji-kun, something about a headache."

"I didn't mean to say that out loud… just yelling at the voice in my head…"

"Juurediche?!" Omi worried his lower lip. "Good thing Aya-kun isn't here. Does he always pop into your head?"

"Why did you ever have to find out about that?"

~*~

The two travelers happened upon a campsite when the sun was directly above them.

"Should we…? Do you think…?" Ken wondered aloud.

"I haven't eaten in three days, I couldn't care less as to whom this camp belongs to." Crawford started rummaging through the bags.

"You have a point…"

"Ho! Stop thieves!" A young man pointed his staff at them. Judging by his robes, he was a priest.

"All we wish is food!" Ken explained.

"I have none to spare... Might there be a woman between you?"

"What do mean by that?" Ken blushed.

"A woman. One of the opposite gender than I. No? T'is a pity."

Crawford approached the man. "Then if you have no food to spare, tell us where we can acquire some."

"No women hidden behind you or in the bushes?" the priest pressed.

"No!" Ken shouted, whipping his bangs out of his eyes. The jewel embedded in his forehead glistened in the noon sun.

"A… a shard? … Please, come and dine with me. That was so very rude of me. I am called Miroku."

Ken's tail swished nervously. This 'Miroku' certainly had changed his tune quickly.

Crawford's eyes narrowed. Miroku had the same intentions as Yura and Shippo. Well, he would deal with that *after* he saved himself from starving to death.

~*~

"Thank you *so* much!" Ken enthused. "We haven't eaten in days!"

Miroku smiled.

Crawford glared.

"I can - "

"You raise your staff to him and I will kill you," the American hissed acidly.

"Well, it seems as if I will be forced to use other methods, but I *will* get that jewel, Oracle."

"At least you didn't have to explain your clairvoyance," Ken blushed. He was very confused as to what was going on, but he did know that Crawford was protecting him.

The priest held his right wrist, carefully unwrapping the white prayer beads that twined around his fingers.

"It can't be!" Crawford growled in English.

"Wha - "

A blast of wind from nowhere tugged at the two as Crawford moved between Ken and the priest.

Crawford managed to stay upright instead of being forced toward Miroku.

Ken, however, did not have as strong of a foothold as his travel companion and went flying at the priest.

Miroku quickly rebound the prayer beads, before Ken was sucked into the abyss within his hand.

If Ken were to be sucked into the abyss within Miroku, the latter would never regain the shard trapped in the former's forehead, even though it would be in his body.

Ken collided with Miroku, knocking them both unconscious.

As the winds stopped, Crawford fell backwards, landing elegantly on his ass with a grunt.

He decided that both he and Ken had better get as far away as possible. Grabbing Ken, he carried him in the direction they had been heading in before stumbling into Miroku.

~*~

"I can't grasp Brad's mind!" Schuldich wailed.

"You haven't tried before?" Nagi shot the redhead a wry glare.

"I don't remember…"

" 'E's too preoccupied with 'is lover ta worry 'bout Crawford," Farfarello smirked.

"Am not!"

"Just try to find him before Takatori gets suspicious, ok?" Nagi asked.

"You keep saying that and yet you do nothing to help," the German sneered.

"You haven't told us what we could do."

"You didn't ask."

"You didn't read it from my mind."

"Touché!"

"So what can we do?" Farfarello interjected.

"I don't know."

"What have you been doing? Besides Weiß?"

"Is this 'Insult Schuldich Time'? And besides, what have you been doing other than Nagi?"

"This is going nowhere," Nagi sighed, removing himself from Schuldich's presence. Farfarello followed instinctively.

//Time to pay a visit to my darling Weiß.//

Schuldich left the apartment.

~*~

"Itai!" Ken's eyes shot open in pain as his neck jerked violently.

"Good, you're awake. Now you can walk by yourself." Crawford dumped the boy in his arms onto the ground.

"Double pain!"

"You were getting heavy," he explained dryly.

"Are you implying that I'm fat?" Ken dared.

"No, I've been carrying you for over an hour."

"Oh… Thanks for… saving me… from that priest with the holey, holy hand…" Ken blushed, turning away. Why was he blushing? He had no reason to blush! "Oh! A hot spring!"

He sprinted to the steaming water and washed his face vigorously.

"Oi! Crawford, you got any soap?"

"Yes, in my back pocket."

"You don't need to sarcastic! I was just wondering!"

"Yes, I carry it everywhere I go, just like I sleep in the air."

"Ok, stop now."

"Look, I don't know about you, but I want to bathe. I'm going behind those rocks. Peak and I kill you. And you might want to bathe as well, you do smell horrid."

"Hmph!"

Crawford left a seething Ken behind as he rounded the bend, disappearing behind the trees.

~*~

//Schatz! Do you wish to play?!// Schuldich mentally caroled.

//I'm on shift… I'll see if I can get off early…// "Ne, Aya. I've got to get ready for my date, can you and Omi cover?"

"We've been covering for you almost every damn night," Aya growled.

"Well, I've had a date 'every damn night'!" Yohji's voice was full of scorn.

"Yohji-kun! Aya-kun! Why do I always keep you two from killing one another?"

"You don't have to, just let me kill him," the two men snarled simultaneously.

"Just let him go, Aya-kun. That way it will be just you and me to close up, ok?"

Aya nodded tersely.

Yohji practically ran out of the store.

"He is probably just going to see Juurediche," Omi commented absently.

"WHAAAT?!?!?!"

~*~*~

Yohji is gonna die a horrible, horrible and altogether unpleasant death now that Aya knows! Hehe!

Next part is a lemon!

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