Name: Androgene

Website: www.angelfire.com/space/noir13

Email: androgene@lycos.com

Title: The Wolf and the Abyssinian - Act 6

Summary: a Rurouni Kenshin and WeiB Kreuz crossover, with both worlds fused into an alternate one.

Date of completion: 24 December 2001

Category: Drama, action, yaoi

Pairings: SaitoxAya, hints of YohjixAya

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their individual creators. Rurouni Kenshin™ is created by Nobuhiro Watsuki and WeiB Kreuz™ is created by Takehito Koyasu and Project WeiB. I don't own them and I don't profit from using these characters.

Author's comments: I can't help it. The idea of a SaitoxRan pairing just popped in my head while I was writing my other fanfic and it won't leave!

Warning: This is a yaoi story, meaning it had homosexual themes in it. Whether or not there are sex scenes, I don't know yet. But when that happens, I'll warn ya. So if you're uncomfortable with yaoi story, don't read it. It's as simple as that.

~ The Wolf & The Abyssinian ~

a WeiB Kreuz-Ruroni Kenshin crossover

Act Six Scene One

The bouquet was carefully placed in a matching vase. The moment Ken came in for his shift, Aya immediately brought the arrangement up to his room and placed it on his dresser. Alone in the quiet stillness of his private sanctuary, Aya couldn't help but looked the bouquet over and over again. Pale slender fingers drifted over the flowers ceaselessly, lightly, unable to keep away from the fragile petals.

Apology, he silently murmured. Seeking forgiveness and a second chance. A declaration of love.

So simple a message, but conveying so much emotions from the lean wolf.

The Victorian language of the flowers had no hard and fast rules. Many species have similar meanings; to convey the right meaning required someone skilled in the language, usually after years of study. The accuracy of the message, the care in which Saito chose the type of flowers to convey the right meanings…Lots of thoughts and painstaking attention was poured into this floral avatar. His heart was in this bouquet; the wolf had bared his throat in a gesture of vulnerability while seeking to bring Aya back to his side.

He wants me back, he thought dazedly. He loves me.

The revelation threw Aya for a loop. He had never expected Saito to apologize and try to woo him back. He didn't know what to do. Should he accept it or not? But what will happen after Saito did get him back? He loved Saito, no doubt about it. He wanted nothing more than to be with him. But Aya wasn't certain that once Saito got him back, he would not relapse back into his highhanded habit of not saying anything. He didn't know if he could bear that uncertainty again.

Purple eyes narrowed as a thought struck him.

What if…Saito has to earn him back?

Pale fingers stopped caressing the flowers as he turned the thought over in his mind. It was not a bad idea and it might just drive home the fact to Saito that he wasn't that easily claimed.

Very slowly, Aya smiled, a gleeful predatory smile not unlike Saito's.

The wolf has better watch out.

Feeling so much better now he had a plan, Aya left his bedroom. Humming softly under his breath, he made his way to the second floor, pausing when he saw Ken in the living room instead of being in the flower shop.

"Omi's here," Ken said in response to his questioning look.

Act Six Scene Two

Night fell and it was time for the White Hunters to prowl the night once more.

The target this time was at an abandoned warehouse near the dock; their mission to execute Takeda Kanryou for his crimes against the people of Japan.

It was a straightforward mission. A deal was going down tonight. All WeiB had to do is wait until the moment of exchange and then spring their attack. Everyone involved in the exchange tonight was to die, including the bodyguards and the buyer, whoever he may be.

While Abyssinian and Balinese kept watch at the front and back of the warehouse, Siberian planted bombs throughout the warehouse. It was best to have insurance since they were certainly going to be outnumbered and in all likelihood, the confrontation might turn into a bloody fight.

A spot of coldness touched Aya's cheek. Automatically, he looked up at the night sky. More snowflakes were falling, drifting down from the sky like so many pieces of fluffy cotton. Winter was finally here, adding a further chill to a night destined to erupt into violence.

It would be nice to play in the snow again, he thought absently. In his mind's eye, he could see himself involved in a snowball fight, laughing and thoroughly enjoying himself. Saito would finally tackle him to the snowy ground and their playfulness would swiftly turn into -

Aya shook his head violently, a blush that had nothing to do with the cold touching his cheeks. This was not the time to be having such thoughts.

All thoughts of snow and play left his mind the moment he spied the black Jaguar cruising down the street.

Abyssinian watched the black Jaguar closely. It was rare to find such an expensive car here in the industrial district, even rarer to have its presence here during the night. It could only be either Takeda or the buyer. In any case, both parties have to die. As he watched further, two more cars - this time a stretch limousine plus a black four-wheel-drive - approached the warehouse from the opposite end.

"Balinese, Siberian." he spoke softly over his headset. "Both parties have arrived. Move in."

"Hai."

"On my way."

Like shadows in the dark, WeiB rose from their hiding places, ready to spill the blood of the guilty.

Aya sneaked into the warehouse through his prearranged entrance - an unlocked window in the darkest corner. Soundless despite his hard-shod boots, he crept across the railing high above the ground, eyes fixed on the meeting happening below.

Facing each other, the headlights of the cars cast the meeting area into light. From where he was, Aya could see Takeda's guards spreading out in a semi-circle, checking the area all around them. He counted a total of ten guards, all armed with a wide variety of automatic guns and rifles. Takeda himself stood in the center of his protective semi-circle. A henchman stood beside him, with a black carrier bag in hand. The oily drug dealer seems to be in a rather good mood tonight, smiling faintly and relaxed.

The door of the black Jaguar opened and Aya felt his blood ran cold.

With languid grace, Saito got out of his black Jaguar and approached Takeda. Tonight he wore a black Mao-style suit, contrasting sharply against his white gloves. His ever-present cigarette dangled from his lips while he carried a large metal briefcase in one hand and a polished black walking stick in the other. Aya could not see his face from his angle but he recognized the languid attitude and the startlingly lack of menace at once - Saito was never more dangerous than when he was being deceptively pleasant.

Aya withdrew into the shadows, distressed and agitated. This threw a wrench in their plan. No one knew that Saito was here tonight, certainly not even Omi. Of all the people gathered in this warehouse, only Aya knew of Saito's true identity. All Yohji and Ken knew that the Saito was the buyer and thus has to die. Now not only has he got to kill Takeda, he has got to make sure his friends don't kill Saito or worse, Saito hurting them.

An ominous click behind him froze Aya in his tracks. Orchid eyes flickered to his left and spied the steel-gray muzzle of a gun pointing straight at his head.

Act Six Scene Three

"Good evening, Fujito-san. You're very punctual," Takeda greeted.

"Of course. I wouldn't miss this for the world," Saito replied with a pleasant smile. "Have you brought your goods?"

"Hai, hai. And I hope you have brought the payment?"

"Right here." Saito patted the briefcase by his side. "Shall we?"

Takeda gestured for his henchman to bring forward the black carrier bag.

"Takeda-sama!"

Everyone turned.

Golden eyes narrowed imperceptibly as Aya was led towards them, his hands placed behind his head and one of Takeda's guards prodding him forward.

"Well, well, what's this?" Takeda murmured.

"Found him spying on us from above, Takeda-sama." The guard reported. "He has a wire on him and he was carrying this."

Takeda caught the sheathed katana the guard tossed towards him. He gave it a cursory glance and then turned his attention back to the redhead. "Any identification?"

"None, sir."

Takeda eyed the redhead speculatively, tapping the hilt of the katana thoughtfully against his chin. "You're not a cop," he mused aloud. "I can smell a cop a mile away." He reached up and grasped Aya by his chin, turning his face this way and that. "So pretty. Under other circumstances, I would love to have you in my bed."

Orchid eyes glared at him, icy with simmering fury.

Takeda chuckled. "That look in your eyes, I like it." He turned away. "However I don't have the time to break you. Kill him."

Aya immediately put up a struggle as Takeda's henchmen forced him to his knees. Two guards grabbed his arms and pulled them painfully back until he was eye-to-eye with the gun pointing straight at him. He stopped struggling, purple eyes narrowed with hatred.

"Matte," Saito said suddenly.

Both Aya and Takeda's gazes swiveled to him.

"A gun is too noisy, Takeda-san." Saito pointed out calmly. "You'll draw unnecessary attention."

"What do you propose, Fujito-san?"

Casually and in no hurry, Saito took the katana from Takeda. Unsheathing the gleaming blade, he walked over to Aya and placed the tip of the blade under his chin.

"A sword is so much quieter, wouldn't you say, Takeda-san?"