Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Rush Hour at Tokyo Station! ( Chapter 22 )

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On to the fanfiction...

Troubled Times.
Part twentytwo

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"Shielding is what keeps you," the blonde says, accenting his words with a light tap on Mastermind's forehead... causing his emotions to creep into the clone with the gentle touch, the sweet concern leaving a rich honey aftertaste, "separate from everyone else within your own mind."

"But if you are separate... you don't know who is going to attack..."

Closing the curtain, Watari gives the red head privacy in which to change. "What happens when you don't even know which thoughts are yours?"

The telepath was quiet for a little while. When he spoke... his voice was barely audible. "that's all the time..."

"All the more reason to shield... you finished getting changed yet?"

"Yes."

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Arm in arm, Tsuzuki and Muraki enter the room... all eyes following the sublimely lovely couple. Amethyst eyes downcast, the shinigami tries to suppress a blush from the extra attention.

"You are simply lovely, Tsuzuki... make me proud to show you off tonight."

Nodding, Tsuzuki moves a little closer to the doctor... a little disconcerted about the pat a stranger just gave him on his rear.

"What is it, Tsu-chan?"

"That man that just passed, he..."

"What?" Muraki turned slightly to look around...

Blushing, the shinigami doesn't know exactly how to vocalize what happened... "he patted me as he went past."

"Patted you where?" The slight smile never left his face... but the man's voice... was chilling.

"behind..."

"I see... I guess you are simply too lovely to resist... if he does it again, let me know... I'll take care of it..."

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Closing up shop, Yohji whistles an improvised little tune... Omi was still in a state of shock over the fact that the 'animal' was in fact quite intelligent. Ken just shrugged and kept on working.

"Well... at least now we know that he didn't like being called 'kiji,'" the lanky playboy comments as he picks up a broom and starts to sweep away several wilted flowers that have fallen to the floor.

Omi was frantically balancing the till, and trying to ignore them. Ken was letting KIJIN ride around on his shoulder again as he moved some of the potted plants around.

"Omi, what was the other kanji that Kijin wrote? If one was his name... the other might have had some significance. Right?"

"I guess... um... I think it was Sohryu... but thats..." His voice trailed off... as he stared at the 'dragon' riding around on his friend's back.

At the sound of his father's name, Kijin's head snaps back to look at Omi.

"That's... that's... omg... that's..."

"Is what, chibi?" Yohji asks... as a few more flowers are added to the waste bin.

"the... the... god... Sohryu... dragons..."

Kijin purrs... maybe he was wrong about the young blonde's mental capacity after all?

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Having previously warned Mastermind to SHIELD, Watari transports the two of them to Tokyo Station. "Here we are... If you can shield properly, we should be able to walk across the station... if not, then your mind will collapse and the next thing you will be aware of is a headache as you regain consciousness in the medi center."

The telepath was already looking a little pale and sweating. He managed two steps before swaying and nearly falling to his knees...

"Want to leave?" the blonde asks.

Mastermind just whimpered before his brain shut down and he started to fall...

Several hours later, the red head starts to regain consciousness and feels a cold compress against his forehead. . . the emotions behind the person checking it are sweet, reminding him of the ice cream that Wakaba had brought them as dessert for their lunch.

Mastermind groaned. "what hit me... and did I kill them in return?"

"Rush hour in Tokyo Station... it's like that everyday." Watari comments as he hands over a set of pills and a small cup of water.

His hand was shaking so badly that he was spilling more water than was getting to him mouth. Green eyes were barely slit as if the slightest amount of light was far to painful to endure.

"Are you beginning to see why shielding is important?"

He made a pathetic sound of agreement before clutching at his head again.

Cleaning a small spot on the clone's arm, the shinigami picks up a syringe. "I'm going to give you something to that will render you unconscious... by the time you wake up, the headache will be gone. Is this alright with you?"

He started to nod and whimpered again... everything was raw in his head... and throbbing... he didn't want to be conscious any longer...

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Kijin really wants to hurt Omi right about now... Hissing, he lets the assassin know that he IS NOT Sohryu.

The blond backs away. "What?! I don't understand?!!!"

Yohji shook his head. "Kijin... if we put some sand on the table could you write in it?"

Lights above reflect off of the small eyes as the young dragon looks up at Yohji. Nodding, he jumps to the table indicated... happy that he can finally communicate, and that Omi won't be able to misunderstand.

Ken grabs a bag of sand they use for some of the cactus and dumps a cupful on the table. He spreads it out with his hand. "There you go, Kijin."

In immaculate 'claw'writting, the dragon spells out the kanji for, 'thank you.'

"You're very welcome... just keep it simple for those of us that don't have as much of an education..."

Nodding, Kijin looks down at the sand... wondering what he should tell them. Snorting, he evens the sand with his tail before writing in the next message. 'I am RaiTei Kijin.'

"Pleased to meet you, Kijin. Kudou Yohji... he's Tsukiyono Omi, and he's Hidaka Ken."

He's about to write his opinion on Omi's intelligence, but he decides better of it... Looking to each assassin, the small dragon purrs before clearing the sand once more. "Sohryu is not me."

Omi gave a sigh of relief. Ken frowned. "Who is 'Sohryu' then?"

'Sohryu is my father.'

The smaller blond started to quietly freak again. Yohji looked at him... then back at Kijin. "Okay... since Omi obviously knows something we do... tell us what's so important about your father?"

Kijin is sorely tempted to ask exactly how smart these descendants of monkeys really are... 'Sohryu is the guardian god of the east.'

"Guardian... GOD?!" Ken manages to sputter out... joining Omi, but recuperating much quicker that the young blonde.

'Yes.'

Omi was still spluttering. Yohji laughed... "You'll have to excuse him... it's not like we get much in the way of divine company. Would that make you a god as well?"

'I am RaiTei.'

"Sorry about that... so Ran's uncle sent you to look after him?"

'To protect him.' Just as the last stroke is put in place, the lock on the door is undone... and Ran walks into the flower shop.

Youji glanced up... then at Kijin... "do you want him to know this?" He whispered...

A noise that sounds like a cross between a click and a bark calls Ran's attention to the 'lizard' sitting on the table next to a mound of sand.... With Ken and Yohji seemingly interested in whatever mischief the little thing has caused now, while Omi looks a little like he's in some sort of shock.

"So what did it do now?"

Glaring up, Kijin writes out his name again...and clicks.

"Ran... you have all the sensitivity of a rock... KIJIN is a very intelligent and powerful creature who does not appreciate being belittled in this way..." he winked at the dragon.

Kijin sits up straight at the respectful words that Yohji used at his discretion. Only to suddenly desire to bite Ran when the red head makes a comment about them teaching him... TRICKS?!?!

Ken started to back away, pulling the still stunned Omi with him. "okay... we are going to get out of the way while the nice little dragon god dismembers Ran... been nice knowing you..."

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In the hallway, that man has finally managed to corner the violet eyed shinigami. Using his larger size to his advantage, he presses the kimono-clad brunette up against the wall, covering his mouth and smothering any protests that would have been voiced. Tsuzuki was panicking... not only did he not want this attention... but Muraki might blame him for this pervert's actions. He tried to fight back...

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'You annoy me.' The words are written clearly in the sand next to the lizard...

"See Ran... you're annoying a god... not really smart in my opinion..."

'I have to stay here and protect you?'

"I know dragon... I know... full time job with no benefits..."

Ran looks over at the playboy and glares. "Yohji... shut up..."

'Being here is inconvenient to me...'

"Ran... just stop being an ass for a moment... I know it's hard..." The lanky blonde quips with a smirk... relishing the new glare that is shot his direction.

'I want to see my family again.'

"How can we do that for you?"

'Impossible... I'm the only shikigami that will put up with such disrespectful treatment.' With that, Kijin looks up at Ran...

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Over the man's shoulder, Tsuzuki can see Muraki enter into the hallway... searching for him? The man assaulting him had him pressed to the wall though, and not in a position to be able to do much on his own... A muffled whine is the only sound that the shinigami manages to make... desperately, he hopes that Muraki both heard and didn't hear him.

"Excuse me... but if you do not remove your hands, I will."

A fist in his stomach, ensures that Tsuzuki will no longer struggle, and the shinigami is tossed to the floor gracelessly, landing with a solid sounding smack against the hard tiles. Turning, the massive man fixes his attention on the doctor. "Such a pretty little thing should be shared..."

"I don't like sharing." Muraki's visible eye flashed dangerously.

Laying there, gasping on the floor, Tsuzuki tries to catch his breath. The shinigami can barely make out what is being said above him...

"Are you sure? Your little pet seemed to be enjoying itself..."

"Exactly... MY pet... and I don't share."

Tsuzuki can see long strands of hair falling down around in his peripheral view, and in the back of his mind he's aware that the intricate hairstyle that was done in the salon has to be in ruins by now...

"I suggest you leave... NOW... before I feel the need to remove you... permanently."

"Fine... the bitch wasn't as cute as I originally thought anyway..."

The silver haired man watched the other one move away. Then turned his attention to Tsuzuki. "Well... you've made a mess of yourself..."

Trembling, the shinigami manages to pull himself into a seated position. "he... wouldn't stop..." Tsuzuki manages to say between sobs... relieved to be saved, yet terrified of what Muraki might do now considering his appearance...

"Well... I guess we should head home... I can't show you off looking like that..."

With more than a little difficulty, Tsuzuki is able to get to his feet... wincing from the blow that he received. Burying his face in his hands, the violet-eyed man then nuzzles into Muraki's shoulder, trying to find some refuge there...

"There there... he's gone now... let's take you home and get you cleaned up, hum?" The doctor gave him a comforting hug. Nodding, the brunette wraps his arms around Muraki. Calmed momentarily, and grateful that, for the moment at least, he has someone to support him.

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Ran is left somewhat in awe... this little lizard... correction, dragon, is the son of a god. Not only that, Kijin is sentient with human level intelligence and can write kanji skillfully?

"Don't think too hard about it Ran... you're head will explode." Yohji pushed the cup of tea over to the redhead... and a small bowl of water to Kijin.

Over on the sofa, they can hear Omi still whimpering as he still is trying to recover. Ken passed them on his way to the blond boy. "you'd think he'd handle shocks better by now... Hey, Omi... here have some tea..."

"So, you mentioned that you had a sister.... she cute?" Yohji asks somewhat jokingly.

Snorting, Kijin holds his claw about an inch from the table top... indicating that she's still small.

"Damn... I guess she isn't over eighteen, ne? Or the equivalent..."

Touching his claw to his chest, Kijin chirps.

"What about you? I've never been good at charades."

Deciding that Yohji might not be the brightest human... the dragon nods his head.

"Sorry dragon... you're going to have to explain a little better... unless you're 18?"

Purring, Kijin nods his head again.

"okay... so you are 18... or the godling equivalent... and you're here to look after Ran..."

'best temper and ability for protecting him.' Kijin finally gives up on the 'charades' and goes back to writing in the sand that was brought into the meeting room for him.

"Ah... but why? I mean... don't you have other duties... wherever it is you come from?"

The small dragon pauses a moment before erasing the previous message in the sand. 'Tsuzuki ask, and I obey.'

Ran frowned. "About Tsuzuki... is that man good to him? It didn't seem right this afternoon..."

Kijin ponders whether he should tell Ran the truth about Muraki... 'How is Tsuzuki?'

The redhead frowned. "He was happy... in the garden, playing with the children. But then Muraki called them in... and yelled at Tsuzuki. Then inside... Tsuzuki seemed afraid of Muraki..."

'Tsuzuki likes gardens,' the dragon comments... trying to skirt the issue of Muraki.

"But he's scared of Muraki..."

His claw trembles slightly as he writes out the next kanji, 'It's good that Tsuzuki had fun playing in the gardens.'

"You're avoiding the issue, dragon..." Yohji drawled.

Sighing, Kijin looks down at the sand... 'Tsuzuki is scared of...' then erases it..... leaving the simple yet powerful statement. 'Tsuzuki is scared.'

"Yes... but why..." Ran pressed.

A phone number is written in the sand.

Yohji yanked out his cell and tossed it to Ran. "Call..." The redhead opened the phone and dialed.

The line is picked up on the third ring... and the answering voice sounds young. "Morgue."

Ran just stared at the phone for a moment... "Anou... this is Fujimiya Ran..."

"Ishida Nanjiro...Hey, you're Tsu-kun's nephew aren't you?"

"Yes... he sent a guardian with me... Kijin wrote out this number..."

The sound of something falling can be heard on the other end of the phone.... "Fuck.... what the hell is the RaiTai doing with you.... and Tsuzuki's been missing....."

"Tsuzuki's missing... but... I saw him this afternoon."

"Wait, where are you...."

"At the apartment above the shop..."

"Address?"

Ran gave it to him, confused the whole time.

Within moments, the blue haired shinigami appears... "What do you mean you saw Tsuzuki this afternoon...."

Everyone blinked. "I went to visit my sister... Tsuzuki has been living there as well..."

Nanjiro looks down at Kijin.... "You have some serious explaining to do... back in GenSouKai." Taking out a small converted Vaio picture book, the shinigami punches in the coordinates...

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By the time the two men arrive back at the clinic, Tsuzuki has finished taking down his hair... lamenting the fact that one of the hair ornaments was broken in the encounter. Visibly calmer, he even manages to charm a few birds from the trees...

"Inside Tsuzuki..." Taking Muraki's arm, the brunette tries to balance himself up on his tip-toes in the getas to offer up a kiss... Only to be hauled into the building, nearly tripping over his own feet. "I said inside..."

Clinging to Muraki, Tsuzuki tries to regain his balance after being dragged... "Gomen..."

"Go get cleaned up... I'll speak to you after I do my rounds..."

Amethyst eyes lock with pale gray... Standing at the foot of the stairs, Tsuzuki brushes some of the long hair out of his way, "You're upset with me..."

"Yes... now I have patients to attend to." He turned and walked away.

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Tsuzuki is lying on his stomach, taking a better look at the small hair ornament that was used in his hair. Long chestnut locks are brushed away from his face as one foot bobs playfully in the air. The shinigami looks over his shoulder when he hears the door open...

"Well... what do you have to say for yourself?"

A slight tremor enters the brunette's voice, "i couldn't stop him..."

A harsh slap burns the side of the shinigami's face. Muraki stood over him. "You acted like a slut. I wanted to take you someplace special... and you had to ruin it... didn't you?"

Tears start running their hot path down the shinigami's cheeks. "he... he... cornered me..." he stammers, one hand covering the reddened flesh as he backs into the wall.

"And you encouraged him.. you and your looks and those eyes... you want to be a whore... I'll treat you like one..." He reached out and grabbed the shinigami's now long brown hair, yanking the man over to him.

"Aaah.... I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to...."

"That's just too bad isn't it..." He hauled Tsuzuki over to the bed... "Now... MY whore... we're going to have some fun..."

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Walking through the spacious courtyard, the members of Weiss cannot believe that the small dragon, was in actuality a sexy young man...Yohji eyed him with interest. "Well... Kijin... you didn't tell us you were a god AND hot..." He winked.

"You never showed any interest in my physical appearance..."

"I didn't know you could be human... humanoid... I don't want to be offensive, but what are you?"

Off in the distance, a pitter patter of running feet can be heard dashing towards them. "I am a shikigami."

"A shikigami... okay..."

Kijin ducks and an overly energetic young man with white spikey hair goes vaulting overhead.... in an attempt to glomp the young dragon. "KIIIIIIIIIJIIIIIIIIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The others just blinked... did this newcomer have... a tail?!

Byakko untangles himself from the plants that he landed in, and offers a bright smile at Kijin. "When did you return? Nee-san will want to throw a party... Your father know you are here? Where's Tsuzuki? Who're they? Hi Nan-kun...."

Kijin sighed. "We just got here, these are friends and a relative of Tsuzuki's, Nanjiro brought us and there is trouble. Is my father in the computer center?"

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Tsuzuki tries to scream through the gag as Muraki tips the candle slightly.... letting the wax drip onto his chest...

"Now now... that's not hot enough to REALLY hurt you... is it?" He grinned maliciously, tilting the candle back up to melt more of the wax. Squirming, the shinigami strains against the bonds holding his wrists captive above his head. Smirking... he tips the candle again... "Ooops... did I do that..."

Tsuzuki is almost afraid to watch as the doctor picks up a small steel rod... and begins heating it in the flame of the candle.

"Now... Tsuzuki... I believe it is time for a little experiment... can a shinigami be injured in a way to leave a permanent mark..."

Whimpering, Tsuzuki can feel the heated rod as it is waved close to his skin...

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"Tsuzuki is being held by that bastard and you didn't find a way to get in touch with us till now?!" Sohryu was definitely NOT pleased with his son...

Crossing his arms, Kijin stands up to his father, "Tsuzuki instructed me to protect his nephew. This is the first chance that I've had to inform anyone."

"That bastard has our master... I assume you at least know where?"

"Yes, but I will not say until you calm down... With the state you are in, you will go there and destroy the entire area... killing our master's niece, the person that he is trying to protect by staying there."

The stern faced shikigami glared at him... but Kijin was fairly immune to that by now. Weiss however looked somewhat intimidated. All, except of course for Ran...having patented his own fujimiya-glare-of-deathTM.

"We also can't do anything until the girl's safety is assured... you know our master would insist upon that." Kijin states, "They are the last living relatives of his sister, after all."

"Yes yes... we will take that into consideration. Nanjiro-kun... do YOU have anything to add?"

The shinigami looks up at Sohryu... still swinging his legs back and forth. "Not if you are asking in that tone."

The shikigami took a deep breath and relaxed his expression. "I apologize. Is there anything you have to add?"

"I took the liberty of looking at Aya-chan's medical history when I first heard about her... Seems that the doctors considered her a lost cause. At least medically speaking," Nanjiro says. "But Muraki doesn't just deal with medicine... Taking into consideration a few of his previous attacks on Tsu-chan... The safest course of action is to remove what ever spells he placed on her, returning the girl to her original catatonic state."

The redhead exploded. "ABSOLUTLEY NOT!!!!" Yohji and Ken jumped up, bodily restraining him. "NO... SHE'S AWAKE... SHE'S FINALLY AWAKE YOU CAN'T!!!"

Nanjiro jumps to his feet. "AND TSUZUKI WILL NOT LEAVE MURAKI WILLINGLY BECAUSE HE IS AFRAID FOR HER AND YOUR LIFE... You tell me... what the fuck are we supposed to do. Walk in there and take out Muraki, and we don't know what the hell is going to happen to your sister... and trust me, what ever it is, it won't be pretty..."

"But... I can't lose her... not again..." He looked devastated.

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Watari stretches out on the sofa and promptly curls up next to Schuldig... in an overstuffed chair across from them, Mastermind looks around the blonde's apartment... The clone a little in awe of the sheer amount of books there are in one room alone. Schu smiled at the other redhead. "Yes... he does like to read, doesn't he?"

"Reading is a healthy and educational way to spend free time," the blonde comments while poking Schu in the side. "You should try it sometime... and don't try the excuse that you don't understand Japanese... you can always purchase a book in German or English."

"I do read... just not this heavy stuff thank you very much... and I do have a card at the library..."

Watari leans over and gives a quick peck on the tip of Schu's nose... "It's getting late. I need to go up and clear off the extra bed."

"Okay... need help?" He smirked.

"No throwing the books on the floor..."

"I didn't throw the books on the floor... I merely hauled the blanket containing them off the bed and to the corner."

"Well, Mastermind might want that blanket..."

"That's true..."

Mastermind watches as the two disappear upstairs... not really feeling like commenting, and feeling somewhat jealous of his template. Does Schuldig get that sweet taste every time he touches his blonde?

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Responses to Reviews(fanfiction.net):

Kara Angitia: Aw bless, Schu Schu feels loved, bless his cotton socks *snicker* now that was cute... I'm really interested in seeing the fanart... perhaps i should make one as well? But good luck on making your deadlines!!! ^_^

kaoru: Hai, I'm working on a small omake of Kijin's experiences... not working very fast on it... but there is a total of 3 pages on it. Yeah, I know that is very little progress on it, but at least it is coming along.
As for Ran knowing Muraki's true intentions? I'd say that question was just answered in this chapter. The situation between Tsuzuki and Muraki... well, there we have a little problem that is known as Stockholm Syndrome, where an imprisoned/abused person actually becomes emotionally dependant upon their captor.
Oh, something that I've been wondering... your first language isn't English, is it? I'm guesing that it might be French. Please let me know if I'm right or wrong.