Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ No Pets Allowed. Get Rid of the Lizard! ( Chapter 15 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, if I did, then the designs in Gluhen would never have happened . . . I also don't own Yami no Matsuei. This fic is only done for fun and to relieve my boredom . . . Don't bother suing me, most that you would get is dryer lint.

Warning: This is a Yaoi fic. . . that means wonderful m/m action, if this offends anyone here, then get out of my site. I didn't force you to come here. If this offends the sensibilities of any parents, then you should be looking after your kids better and not using the computer as a babysitter.

On to the fanfiction. . .

Troubled Times.

Part fifteen.

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"What do you mean, Tsuzuki sent this thing with you?" Ken asks, somewhat altercated.

From the floor, Kijin simply snorts at the brunette and glides over to Ran, curling around the red head's legs with a purr.

"He wanted me to have some protection..."

Kijin yawns, sending a stream of steam disappearing into the air.

The brunette looks down at the diminutive dragon. "So, does your lizard have a name?"

"Yes... Ki...Kiji... something like that..."

"You don't know, do you?"

"Not really..."

Ken kneels down to get a better look at the dragon, "maybe it'll respond to a new name?"

Ran shrugged and went to unlock the cash register.

"Ran, for the time it's your pet. . . . you name it, or are you just going to call it 'Kiji' for the time being?"

"Kiji works..."

Getting up, Ken goes about trying to repair the damage he caused by bumping into and tripping over the displays. "Is Kiji going to stay out while we open shop?"

Ran looked at the lizard. "Will you stay in the back room at least?" Getting up, Kijin makes his way to the back room after sighing at Ran. . . How could Tsuzuki have a relative like this. . . Before entering the room, Ken would have sworn that 'Kiji' had rolled his eyes at him.

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When Nanjiro starts kissing back, is when Nagi realizes that the blue haired boy is waking. The telekinetic nearly jumps out of his skin... he hadn't expected the other boy to wake up. He started to pull back... Only to have the arms of the still half asleep boy wrap around him. Pulling him closer as Nanjiro nuzzles slightly into his neck, sighing happily.

Nagi smiles slightly... this was nice... this was VERY nice. NO ONE had ever done this for him before. /Schu... get your own damn coffee.../

One light green opens, slowly followed by a darker forest green. Blinking, Nanjiro looks at the young telekinetic cuddled into his embrace. /nagi?/ even the mental voice sounds somewhat hesitant. /why am i holding you in my arms?/

The boy instantly started to blush. /umm... well... you see... I gotta get Schu's coffee.../ He tried to pull away...

Letting Nagi go, Nanjiro pulls the recent memory of the sweet kiss from his mind. "I kissed you?!"

Nagi looked down trying to hide the wistful smile on his face. "Yeah..."

Sitting up, Nan-kun drops his head into his hands. . . "I'm sorry. . . that was a grave error on my part."

Midnight eyes shot up, staring at him in shock. "A... anou..."

"I should have known better than to do that to you. . ." shoving the DVDs into his backpack, the shinigami does his best not to look at Nagi. "I'm sorry."

Swallowing his hurt, hiding behind the impassive mask that had served him so well in the past, Nagi shook his head. He forced his voice to be calm, non-emotional. "No... it's mine..." He stood and headed for the kitchen. "Can I offer you anything?"

"Knock off that unemotional crap. . . it doesn't suit you." Standing, Nan-kun looks over at Nagi in the doorway, "the fault was mine. . . no matter what I might look like, I can't forget myself. I know that I look seventeen, and you're reacting to me as if I were just another seventeen year old. . . "

Nagi clenched his jaw, hands also tightening. He reminded himself to breath. "It's all I have..." He concentrated on tightening his shields as well.

"Nagi, I'm never going to look older than I look now."

He was starting to get angry, never a good thing. "Why? No one has explained ANYTHING to me?! Not what really happened, not where we were, not who you people really are! I didn't ask... because sometimes it's better not to know! But dammit... I'm tired of this!!"

The noise was enough that Schu carefully slid out of the bed and came to the doorway.

Sighing, Nanjiro looks over at Schuldig, /no one ever told him that he was in the land where the dead walk?/

/No... I kind of forgot... and he never asked. What's got him all riled up all of a sudden?/

"Do you really want to know?" Nanjiro asks, looking directly into midnight eyes. /he kissed me while i was asleep, and i kissed him back. . . when i woke i told him it was a mistake./

/Shit... you told him it was a mistake... no wonder he's all messed up... I'm going to get out of the way.../

The telekinetic nodded... face slightly flushed. "Yes dammit... I want an answer for a change."

"Meifu. You were in the land of the dead."

Nagi was suddenly very glad he was standing in the doorway. "Land of the D... dead?"

"You heard me. . . Meifu, the land where the dead breathe." Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the shinigami continues to watch Nagi. "Is there anything else that you would like to know?"

He looked at the floor. "That means... you're..."

"Twenty seven years ago I didn't score as high as should have on an examination, and instead of facing whatever punishment my father was going to give me. . . I walked out into the garden and hung myself."

His eyes shot up to Nanjiro's face. Even at his worst, Crawford had never been that bad. Nagi swallowed hard. "I'm... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have taken it out on you..."

"As I said, you were reacting to me as though I were another seventeen year old. . . ." Nanjiro's gaze never wavers as he continues to watch Nagi. "Never mind the fact that I celebrated my forty-fourth birthday within this past year."

Nagi turned away, very embarrassed. "I'm sorry... I'm just a kid to you..." He went on into the kitchen and started to fix the coffee. His mind was reeling though.

In his mind, Nagi can hear Nan-kun just before he leaves. /Not a kid. . . you've been through too much in your life to be considered a kid in the conventional sense. I just don't want to be selfish and hold you back from anything that your future might hold./

He readies the coffee in silence. Then deciding that the apartment was too stifling (and since he was still dressed from the night before) he headed for the door. /Schu... coffee's made... I'm going out.../ He left.

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Checking the rose bush that was damaged earlier in the day, Tsuzuki pushes some of the dirt away to take a better look at the root.

Muraki watched in amusement. "so... what is the verdict, sensei?"

"I'm surprised that your roses haven't fallen over dead yet. . . " Tsuzuki comments while looking back up at the doctor. "It looks like this isn't the first time that they've done something like this. . . as well as the fact that they hit the root, and something tells me that if I were to check the rest there would be the same damage."

"I see... do you recommend I hire another company?"

"The sooner the better. See here," the shinigami points out a section of leaves, "you can see the effect from the damaged root system starting here. . ."

Muraki nodded, even though he didn't really see what was wrong. "Is there anything you can do?"

Nodding, Tsuzuki continues to inspect the roses. . .

"Then you may care for them... I must be present, but you may do whatever you need to."

Turning, Muraki can see a look of pleasant surprise across Tsuzuki's features. "Honto?"

"Yes."

Next thing the 'good doctor' is aware of is Tsuzuki's arms around his neck, being careful not to get his white coat dirty, and those luscious lips firmly planted upon his own. He took advantage of those willing lips, kissing Tsuzuki deeply. He pulled back, petting the shinigami's head. "I take it you are happy?"

Leaning into the caress, the amethyst eyed man nods. "Very."

Muraki smiled. "Then lets go back upstairs..."

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Flipping the closed sign into place, Ran glares at that damn 'lizard' peeking out from between the terra cotta pots. Ken pushed the broom around the floor. "Ran... you really need to have a talk with your uncle..."

Still glaring at Kijin, Ran turns the bolt on the door. They were lucky that the girl that saw the damn thing thought Kiji was a toy. . . he shudders to think what would have happened otherwise.

Ken finished up and stuck the broom in the closet. "Are you going to tell Omi and Yohji about it? BEFORE they wander down and almost get toasted..."

Kijin sticks his tongue out at Ken. . . he doesn't toast things. . . just steams them, and everyone with half a brain knows that steam is considerably hotter than mere flames. What was Tsuzuki thinking when he sent him here with his descendant? Though, he would suppose that the smarter question should be, what is his master thinking by staying with that madman, Muraki? Looking back up at Ran, Kijin sighs, it's a shame that in order to speak he would have to increase in size, and that would most likely destroy this little flower shop in the process. . . but at least he would be able to tell those two to stop calling him a 'lizard'. . . it's humiliating!

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Waving at Hisoka, Watari smiles a consoling sort of smile. "Yo Bon, has Tsuzuki shown up yet?"

Hisoka frowned. "No... no one's seen him. I'm starting to get a little concerned."

Shrugging, Watari stops 003 from chewing on his hair. "Have you tried asking around in the sweets shops in your block?"

"Do you have any idea how MANY kustera shops there are in Nagasaki-shi?" The boy looked totally frustrated.

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Leaning forward, Tsuzuki starts to unbutton the stark white shirt in front of him, revealing the finely sculpted torso beneath. A light nip is given before the shinigami starts suckling on one of the hard nubs of flesh. Muraki just laid back, allowing the shinigami to do as he willed. It had taken a long time to get the lovely creature to this point... he was going to enjoy every second of it.

His breath coming a little harder, Tsuzuki moves from one to the next. . . finally trailing kisses up to the pale man's throat.

The doctor moaned. He could let the man do this all night... there better not be any interruptions.

Reaching up, the shinigami begins playing with the already sensitized nipples as he takes the lower lobe of Muraki's ear into his mouth and nips, sucking gently before going back to the man's neck. Muraki's moans driving him on.

He couldn't be passive forever... very soon, he would have to simply roll the man over and drive into him. But he could wait a little longer

Claiming the doctor's lips, Tsuzuki languidly explores every corner of that warm mouth as one hand starts slides down, and rubs against Muraki's groin. Slipping his hand into the scientist's pants, the shinigami gives the hardened erection a few strokes before undoing the fastenings on the pants.

That was enough for his patience. Muraki pushed the shinigami away. "Strip..." He proceeded to do the same. Falling back on his hands, Tsuzuki's lips form a slight pout as he starts to slip his clothes off.

"Tell me, Tsuzuki... would you like to please me?"

Leaning forward, the shinigami huskily whispers into Muraki's ear, "just let me know what to do. . . "

The doctor smiled. "First tell me what you wanted to do..."

Nuzzling the doctor's neck a little, the brunette trails one finger across the throbbing shaft, "Suck you off till you explode. . . "

"Hmmm... you may start with that then." He lay back on the bed, legs parted and arms pillowing his head.

Moving down, Tsuzuki plants a kiss every so often across Muraki's abdomen on his way to the erection. It was quite enjoyable... watching the shinigami lowering himself to service his shaft. Perhaps Muraki should get him to do it more often. Snickering a little, the shinigami dips his tongue into the doctor's navel before moving on. Finally reaching the intended destination, he licks a line up the bottom of the cock before swirling his tongue around the head.

"Good... very good... make it nice and slick... it's going in you next..."

Licking the tip, he takes as much into his mouth as he can without gagging.

"Good... very good... more..."

Pulling back, he releases the shaft and blows across the sensitive skin before taking it back into his mouth. Muraki smiles, how lovely. "Enough... straddle me... impale yourself..."

Looking up at the doctor through a veil of dark hair, Tsuzuki nuzzles Muraki's thigh. "Can we use lubrication?"

He considered the request... the shinigami had been behaving quite well today. "As you wish... pocket of my coat." Giving the bottom of Muraki's cock a lick for 'good measure', the brunette retrieves the small tube from the coat pocket. The doctor smiles at his now very willing captive.

Being generous in the amount of lube (overly generous in Muraki's opinion), Tsuzuki coats the doctor's shaft before straddling the man. Positioning himself, he begins to slowly impale himself upon the thick cock. . . moving carefully as to not harm himself as the man's member threatens to split him in two.

The doctor grinned and as Tsuzuki lowered himself... grabbed the man's hips. He waited till the shinigami was almost fully engulfing him, then thrust up the rest of the way.

Tsuzuki cries out in pain, caught completely unaware as Muraki thrusts up into him. Barely able to catch himself, the shinigami leans his forehead against the doctor's chest, panting from the pain . . . tears starting to escape from under those dark curling lashes.

"So lovely... MY Tsuzuki... fuck yourself, darling..."

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From behind him, Nagi hears a familiar voice. . . Nanjiro. "Aren't you a little far from the apartment?"

He would have jumped, but was a little too tired at the moment. He looked around at the area. "I guess I am... I hadn't really noticed..." Now that he was stopped and dragged out of his circling thoughts, Nagi realized just how exhausted he was. His legs felt like rubber and he looked around for a place to sit down.

"There some benches over here," Nan-kun comments heading over to a set of park benches partially obscured by a low hanging branch.

The young man staggered over and fell onto a seat. He groaned. "Oh god... I wonder how far I walked today..."

"A few miles, easily. . . " Nanjiro says, offering a soda from his backpack over to Nagi.

"Thanks..." He opened it and took a big gulp. "Brad's gonna be pissed..."

"Oh?" Nan helped himself to another drink.

"Yeah… I didn't get half of what I was supposed to done. But somehow I just don't care."

"Why are you out walking anyways."

Nagi shrugged. "I felt trapped…"

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Entwining his fingers with Muraki's, Tsuzuki sighs as he snuggles closer to the doctor in his sleep.

The doctor considered this change of events. It appeared that his dear shinigami was quite broken by now. Sex was all well and good... but it was going to get boring soon. He would have to find a way to make everything more exciting... A thought occurs to him. . . it was a perfect way to further breaking anything left of the shinigami's resolve, and allow him his revenge without losing his new toy.

Sated in body... he lay there and plotted how he could lay another trap, for a certain blond shinigami that would serve his purposes perfectly.

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The next few days go by uneventfully, except for when Kiji turned over the counter chasing a rat in his boredom, leaving the members of Weiss shouting and taking chase after the 'lizard' for the mess that it caused.

Omi tried counting to 10.... twice... "Ran... I know that it was given to you... but..."

"You have to take Kiji back!" Yohji finishes for the small blonde.

The man frowned. It was becoming a bit disruptive...

Finding a quick hiding place, Kijin gets out of sight as Manx unlocks the door. "Gentlemen. . . re-decorating?"

"Manx... how wonderful of you to grace us with your presence." Yohji sidled up to her. "I don't suppose you'd consent to dinner and a movie? I know this nice little Italian place that's open late..."

"Shove it Kudou," the red head says while shoving the assassin's arm off of her shoulder. "You boys have a mission."

"You just don't love me..." Omi and Ken rolled their eyes.

The tactician spoke up. "What kind of mission, Manx?"

Holding up the tape, she smiles, "We need all four of you. . . "

They headed for the mission room... Ran looking at the backroom door pointedly. That lizard better stay put...

Popping the video in the VCR, the image of Persia appears on the TV. . . describing their current mission, their target, Hayashida Kouro has been involved in a child slavery and prostitution ring, providing the children for said activities.

Omi shuddered. He hated these jobs. He was happy to get these creeps off the street, but it was too similar to his own partially remembered past for him to be comfortable.

"Here is the mission information," Manx says handing over a manila envelope to Ran.

The redhead accepted it and started to leaf through the contents.

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Several hours later, Weiss looks over at the warehouse where Hayashida Kouro runs his distasteful business. Appropriately, the sky darkens even further as it starts to rain.

Omi scowled. "Just once I'd like a mission with clear weather..."

Unseen behind them, Kijin tags along. . . to protect Ran, just like Tsuzuki told him to.

As per the plan, they fanned out once they entered the area. They each knew there job and positions and headed for them. Running and striking, Ran goes about his part in the mission, before he hears a strangled cry behind him. Looking, he sees Kiji, ripping into some guards that he had missed somehow.

He nods to the lizard, trusting that it would take care of them.

Nearly doubling in size, Kijin attacks the next round, a pair of wings sprouting from his back as he gains the extra mass.

Ran slices his way through a few unfortunate souls that got in his way. It had been a long time since he could truly cut down some scum.

Moving like lightning, Kijin wraps around Ran before the man with the semi-automatic can get a bead on the red head. By now, the dragon's diameter being nearly as tall as the assassin he was supposed to protect.

The assassin froze as the lizard... which was looking more and more dragon-like... coiled around him. He wasn't sure exactly WHAT the creature was... but he wasn't going to take any chances.

Turning back to face Ran, Kijin nudges the assassin onto his back, affectionately taps the tip of the red head's nose with his forked tongue.

Yohji is barely able to get out of the way as the wall nearest him collapses. . . Damn it! Wasn't Ran over there?!?!

Concerned... the lanky blond headed for the area. He hadn't heard an explosion... but what else would knock over a wall?

Searching around, Kijin starts trying to find Hayashida. . . Annoyed, the dragon realizes that he has to grow a little more to be able to speak to the man.

Ran was getting a little worried at the size the 'small' lizard was getting...

Roaring, Kijin breaks through a few more walls trying to find the target for Ran. . . . all he while slightly increasing in size.

Yohji swore and dove out of the way. "What the Hell? Ran... your lizard-thing is growing!"

Finally locating the target, Kijin just takes one look at the man. . . who promptly faints at the sight of the large dragon. Delicately, the young dragon picks up Ran and deposits him next to the unconscious man.

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Responses to Reviews:

Kara Angitia: Yohji's dental floss, fights against plaque, gingivitus, kills bad guys, rescues blondes in distress, and can be used in some really kinky situtations. Dang! I want some of that stuff. . . I didn't just write that did I? >.>;;

kaoru: Sorry, censoring is the only way that I can really keep this fic here without people that have nothing better to do with their time coming down on me. Schu and Watari, I just think that those two are the cutest together *GLOMPS*... though... Muraki and Tsuzuki... I think that Hisoka would come after me and Yanagi-sen if we let that one stay permanent. ^^;;;

So, another Nagi and Nanjiro fan, eh? That seems to be the direction that a lot of people seem to want them to go... Oh, and sorry, last chapter didn't have any censored bits to it... but this one does. XD

E-san: the relatioship between Tsuzuki and Hisoka is there... that just isn't the main pairing that is being focused on. Don't worry, it wouldn't be right to break those two apart... especially when it's so much more fun to break apart others and combine them in interesting manners.

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Kijin: *finishes reading chapter* Kiki-san... that was completely degrading. Who ever heard of a dragon 'purring'? And what is the big idea of having every one calling me 'kiji'?!?!

Schu: Forget that... when are Watari and I going to get some more sweet loving? *gropes watari*

Watari: *BLUSHES* Ano... Schuschu... I've recently been horribly traumatized...

Kiki: schu... there's a bedroom down the hallway.

Schu: *drags watari off*

Watari: Eep!!

Kijin: *looks at Kiki and taps foot impatiently* so.... who ever heard of a dragon purring?

Kiki: uhm... uhm.... *flings byakko in kijin's direction* look... cute bishie shinigami!!! *ducks into Pocky Proof Bomb Shelter* YANNIE!!!!!!!! SAVE ME FROM THE TICKED SHINIGAMI!!!!!! >.<;;;