Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ The End of Trouble ( Chapter 27 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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 twenty-seven.

---

The clone looked in horror as a vase that had still been primarily intact shatters in his grip, its structure having been riddled with an infinite number of cracks needing only the slightest pressure to virtually disintegrate the item. He starts to shake as the shards fall from his nerveless fingers. His breath quickens and he hunches slightly, to protect vital areas. His actions are instinctive; there is no thought beyond fear of punishment.

Akito simply picks up a broom and dustpan. "Prodigy, are you alright?" the shinigami asks, concerned as he makes his way towards the mess.

The clone flinched as the shinigami approached, backing away, his hands coming up a bit as if to ward off a blow.

Using calm and measured motions, he sweeps up the broken ceramic... making certain that he doesn't make any unexpected moves towards Prodigy.

Midnight eyes... more like those of a wounded animal than a human, watched him intently. Tension sang through the small frame.

"Do me a favor and hold open that bag over there? I need to throw this out." The clone blinked a couple times... then scuttled over to the bag. He held it open... the plastic rattling in counterpoint to his trembling. The ceramic is unceremoniously dumped into the bag. "Prodigy," the shinigami calmly calls the clone's attention. "Don't worry. No one is upset about the vase... from the looks of things, it was going to break anyway."

He looks up at Akito with hurt eyes. "honto ni?"

"Hai. If anyone tries to come after you because of that vase... it'll be a race to see who hits who first, though I think that I might hit them first... "

Prodigy looked at him for another minute... as if trying to read the truth in his eyes. Then the clone simply nodded and went back to what he had been doing.

Without warning, Akito suddenly stands up straight. "I've gotta get going... the meeting just finished and they need all of the keepers now." With fluid motions the blue eyed shinigami rests the broom and dustpan he was using against the wall. "Oh, and Schuldig... Watari is awake," he adds in as an after thought.

The redhead grinned. "Well... I should see how... Watari is... and when he might be back to a 'he' again." He mumbled.

Nagi looked around. They had done a lot of work... but there was still much to do. "What about us?" He asked quietly.

Fishing a set of keys out of his pocket, Akito tosses them over to Nagi while simultaneously giving the boy mental directions to his place. "Just head over to my place when you get tired... wash up, and go ahead and borrow my clothes.... feel free to raid my fridge." He's about to leave when something occurs to him. "Just make sure that there is NO fighting... I come back and find my place looking like this... I'm smacking both of you upside the head."

"Yes, sir." They both nodded and returned to work.

---

Watari looks up when his, err, her lover walks in the door. "Konnichiwa Schuschu."

"Yo... so... any prognosis on when you'll be back to... um... you?"

"I'm still me... "

"Yes... but..." He paused for a second. "Your thought processes are even different."

Thinking a moment before s/he gets up, Watari gives a shy smile, "I really didn't notice that my thought processes were different. Is it really that bad, my being female I mean... "

"Not bad... gender really doesn't make a difference... but... you are different. Women think differently... I'm not used to it. But you were beautiful as a male..." He walked over. "And you're still beautiful." Schu kissed 'her' on the cheek.

---

As darkness falls, the four gate keepers get into position. In their hands are the remodified laptops, all ready and primed for their objective... once that is achieved they are to leave as quickly as possible from the premises.

Shifting into spirit form, Watari slips into the mansion... in one pocket is the receiver that will allow the keepers to center in on Aya-chan. Looking through the patient register, the shinigami never knew that s/he was being steadily observed.

How wonderful... they were FINALLY here... The silver-haired man smiled... and melted back into the shadows...

Finding the information that s/he was looking for, the blonde moves up the stairs and towards the room inhabited by Aya-chan. The building is quiet... eerily quiet... like everything was holding it's breath. The shadows seemed alive... shifting... moving almost.

Under his breath, Watari whispers into a transmitter hidden in a watch. "tatsumi... please scan the shadows around me... i wouldn't appreciate any nasty surprises..."

The secretary frowns. He hadn't attempted to 'touch' the shadows yet... not wanting to alert Muraki. This didn't sound good.

---

Perched on the edge of a stool in the lab, Tsuzuki plays with the end of his long braid as he waits for his master to return. He didn't really know why his master wanted him to wait there... he never really wanted the brunette in there before. But Muraki-sama said to stay... so he would stay. Violet eyes dart up when he hears the door open...

A small blond crept in... eye's darting into the dark corners of the lab. Too many hiding places. Emerald eyes settled on his partner. "Tsu?"

One graceful eyebrow is raised. No one other than Muraki is supposed to come in here... "No one else is supposed to come in here 'soka... "

"Tsuzuki... please... won't you come back home. I miss you... I'm lonely..."

Climbing down from the tall stool, the dark haired shinigami looks at the small blond... resembling a panther as he glares down at his former lover. "you aren't supposed to be in here..."

"Tsuzuki... I..." The brunette wasn't shielding... it was starting to batter at the edges of Hisoka's shields. "Tsu... please... it hurts..." Without warning, Tsuzuki darts forward and physically attacks Hisoka. He couldn't fight Tsuzuki... even on a good day, he knew he couldn't. The brunette was bigger, heavier and more experienced. The blond tried to simply get away...

---

Watari pulls the receiver out of his pocket as he slips into Aya-chan's room. The room was silent... as the rest of the house. As silent as a tomb, an irreverent part of his/her mind thought. Silent, and dark... the shadows were thicker here... malevolent...

Reaching the bed, Watari extends a hand and brushes a few strands of dark hair from the girl's face.

"I'm a little surprised they sent YOU in..."

Whirling around, the long skirt twirling about slender legs, Watari faces the 'good' doctor. "Muraki... "

The visible eye widened slightly. "Well well... we've had a few..." He looked the blond up and down. "...changes since the last time I saw you."

Taking a step back, Watari can feel his legs brush against the bed, teetering slightly, the blonde regains his/her balance... and drops the receiver onto the bed. Just a few moments and it should locate the girl and allow the keepers to get her out of here. Hazel eyes tinted with unease regard the tall pale man...

Muraki started to slowly walk towards the bed. "Did you... all of you... really think you could get away with this? He is mine! As is the girl... as will her brother the next time he visits... such a wonderful family... such lovely genetics..."

"You can't blame us for trying," Watari quips with a nervous laugh as s/he tries to slip back into spirit form and finds that course of action blocked by mystical means.

"Ooops... that won't work... will it, lovely? You truly are... lovely... not as much as my precious doll... or my slave... but lovely all the same. I wonder how you would look... writhing beneath me... covered in blood." Another step... and another...

Eyes widening, the blonde steps away only to encounter the nightstand. Out of the corner of his/her eye Watari can see that the receiver still hasn't attached itself to the girl... and he can't leave until she's gone. "Stay away from me."

"Now now... we haven't had any fun yet..."

Taking a step to the side, the blonde tries to see if there is anyway around the doctor that won't bring them closer together...

Moving faster than any human should have a right to... Muraki is pressed against him. "Now now... leaving so soon... I did a little reading about you, lovely. Such a tragic way to die, really... All because someone 'played' a little too rough, ne?" He smiled evilly.

"Don't touch me!" Watari hisses as he tries to get away.

He chuckled... "Too late..."

---

The sound of metal being mangled is the only thing that Hisoka can hear as he is thrown against a bookcase. Three of his ribs are cracked, that he knows... He pulled his aching, bleeding body to his feet. He HAD to keep Tsu occupied... if the brunette actually was teamed up with Muraki...

---

From her/his position pinned between Muraki and the wall, Watari can see Aya-chan disappear from the bed as the receiver finally does its intended duty and allows the keepers ferry the girl away to GenSouKai for the shikigami to cure.

It took a moment for the doctor to notice... his attention fixed on the blond. But suddenly he whirled. "NO... damn shinigami!" He was far too late...

Scrambling away, Watari tries to make a break for the door while Muraki is otherwise distracted. The blond can't suppress a yelp as his/her long blond hair is caught by the man, yanking Watari back. "Oh no... I've lost the girl... I'll just have to take it out on you..."

"You've lost... the girl and the brother... " s/he says breathlessly.

"But not you... and I'll never lose Tsuzuki... not now..."

Hands tangled in his/her hair, Watari glares up at Mutaki... hazel eyes tinged with fear. "release me... "

"Oh no... my newest pet... I don't believe I will."

Crying out in pain, Watari barely has time to register what is happening to him/her as s/he is roughly thrown onto the bed that was previously occupied by Aya-chan.

---

Pacing back and forth, Nanjiro checks his shields again... trying not to show his agitation. Something is going wrong, and they shouldn't have had all the functioning telepaths just up and pull out. With a heavy sigh, he finally sits down next to Nagi to brood.

Nagi glanced over, then back to his fingers... that were patiently folding progressively more difficult origami creations. His hands were nimble... always had been, and his near photographic memory ensured that he didn't forget the order of the folds. Looking at the finished animal... he picked up another piece of paper...

Akito looks over at Nanjiro... and starts puttering around in the kitchen, both clinging to some sort of emotional edge as they continue to put an enormous drain on their abilities trying to keep anyone else out of their minds... even surface thoughts are being shielded from the two redheads.

Having spent the last several years in the company of one very active telepath, Nagi recognized the look of concentration on their faces. He tried to keep his thoughts and feelings as calm and level as possible. He still wasn't sure where he stood... and really expected to be summarily dismissed back to Chijou at any moment.

Jumping back to his feet, the blue haired shinigami goes into the kitchen to try and distract himself. Nagi watches him with sad eyes... then crumples the crane he was nearly finished with.

---

Shadows flow from every corner of the room, slithering and sliding across the floor... ensnaring Tsuzuki before he can do anything else to Hisoka. The violet eyed shinigami is hoisted up into the air. Hisoka can only watch as his partner struggles in vain against the shadows that hold him.

Emerald eyes close in pain; physical, emotional, psychic, as Tsuzuki cries out for Muraki. A part of Hisoka's heart ices over...

---

Pulling out, Muraki looks down at the ravaged shinigami and smiles at the blood splattered sheets. Once the blonde had gone into a state of shock, everything else had fallen into place quite nicely, and he'd been able to have his fun with nary a struggle on the part of his 'partner'...

"MURAAAAKIIIIIII!" Tsuzuki's wail rang through the building.

One hand tangled in long golden hair, Muraki drags the scientist gasping and yelping blonde off the bed. Ignoring the tears streaming down the shinigami's cheeks, he pulls her/him along with him to see what is troubling his other pet so badly.

Walking into the lab... the doctor can see his pet held aloft by the shadows themselves... collapsed to one side is his precious doll. "Tatsumi..." The silver-haired man growled. At the sight of his master appearing, Tsuzuki's struggles for freedom become alarmingly more intense... "Release my pet, shadow master... and MAYBE... I'll let my newest lovely go..." He shook the hand that still held Watari's hair in an iron grip.

---

Ran is torn between wanting to run to save his little sister from what ever it is that these shikigami are doing to her, or having faith that these creatures that follow his grand uncle's commands are really doing what is best for them...

Kijin was doing his best to try to keep the redhead calm. He understood what it felt like... being the big brother... and the worry.

---

Watari yells out to Tatsumi, "Get Tsuzuki out of here!"

"Shut up." Muraki shakes the blond by the hair. "Tsuzuki... I want you to get rid of these intruders... by whatever means necessary!"

Struggling against his bonds, Tsuzuki starts trying to summon one of his shikis... the most dangerous one, the only one that can certainly destroy a shinigami... and hopefully remove himself from this torment in the process... Touda.

---

The shikigami attending Aya-chan paused... their master needed one of them... fear spread as they realized who Tsuzuki was summoning...

Suzaku looked to Sohryu, "He can't... "

"Touda... you better not harm our master or there won't be a hole deep enough to protect you, snake!"

Light glints off of the serpent's visor, "I only do what our master commands."

"But he's not thinking clearly!" Kijin burst in. "Muraki's got him all twisted up!"

---

Touda appears in the lab, filling the room... only to be followed shortly after by a highly agitated Suzaku...

Watari is tossed farther into the room, as Muraki drops back a bit to watch the festivities.

---

"Something is wrong." Nanjiro suddenly bursts out to Akito as he slams a plate onto the counter top, just short of breaking the inoffensive object.

Nagi still jumps a foot. Almost instantly he can 'hear' Schu asking what's wrong. He had to reply that he honestly didn't know.

Mismatched blue eyes lock onto mismatched green... "All keepers were ordered to depart as soon as we fulfilled our part of the mission... "

"You didn't feel it, did you?" Nanjiro asks.

"What? Everything was so... intense I basically had to shut down."

"I'm going back there... I'm positive that something went wrong."

"I'm coming too..."

The two shinigami shimmer out of sight without another word, leaving everyone wondering what just transpired between those two, and what exactly was going wrong.

---

Hisoka wasn't able to do much of anything... he was healing... but slowly. He just stared up as Touda came into view nearly on top of him. Maybe this was it... Without warning, Tsuzuki simply falls into unconsciousness... leaving the shikigami without orders. Powerful and deadly as they may be, Touda and Suzaku simply glare at each other, largely ignoring the rest of the occupants of the lab.

"Tsuzuki?!!!" Hisoka calls out... seeing his partner slumped in the shadows. "Suzaku... Touda... please... get Muraki!"

Fiery wings are spread to their full wingspan s the goddess turns her attention to the one that has harmed her master.. Muraki. The silver haired man curses... and makes a mad dash out of there... his skin infinitely more important than any pet or doll.

Taking advantage of the oportunity, Tatsumi removes Tzusuki and Hisoka from the premises. Showing only slight surprise when Nanjiro and Akito finally make their presence known as they pick up Watari, the blonde that they have also mercifully dropped into unconsciousness.

The furious shikigamis start to tear through the building as though the walls were made of paper in their search for the elusive Muraki.

Watari is handed over to Tatsumi, and the two telepaths start to center in on any patient that was unlucky enough to have been missed by the secretary... They manage to evacuate the three that were left... before Suzaku literally trashes the place.

---

The instant that Watari has been returned to Meifu, Schuldig can sense something off color about the normally genki blonde. He made his way to the office building, and more precisely to the infirmary. If something happened... to Watari or anyone else... that is where the blond would be.

Throwing the door open, Schuldig can see that several of the beds have been curtained off. . . with a high level of stress floating around the room. "Fuck..." He muttered... and started into the room. "Watari... beautiful? Where are you?"

Saya pokes her head out from one of the curtains, "Watari's in here," she says in a hushed voice. Absentmindedly the girl wipes at a small red smudge that has made it to her cheek, before disappearing again behind the curtain.

A part of him... deep inside and rumored not to exist... seemed to freeze up. He steeled himself... then slipped behind the curtain. "Beautiful?"

On the bed lays Watari, unconscious and still dressed in the torn clothes... Saya bandaging up the more serious wounds and cleaning up the remainder of the attack upon her friend.

The redhead took in the injuries... and location of a majority of the bloodstains... adds 2 and 2 together and gets majorly pissed off. He suppresses it though and leans close to whisper in the blonde's ear. "Hey, Beautiful... I finally got here..."

-----------------------

AN: As much as we hate to do this... this is the final chapter to Troubled Times. After such a long journey with this fic, this is how we close the ending chapter. Twenty seven chapters of all the trouble these characters could get into... Twenty seven chapters of characters falling in love... or desperately trying not to, as is the case with Nanjiro.

Kiki: Gomen about the severe lack of updates. Life just does not give me any breaks lately. At least the convention that Yannie and I went to was cool. We met one of our lurkers, which I thought was way cool!!!

While the convention was part of the reason for the lack of updating... the current reason is that my mother was recently hospitalized. Now, Yanagi says that Puerto Rico must have the most messed up medical system imaginable. Main reason that she says that is because when you have a relative in the hospital, the puertorican culture almost always requires someone to stay there with them... an 'accompanying person.' In this case, I get to stay overnight in the hospital with my mom.

Long story short... (too late). For once I'm not going to respond to reviews. Sorry, I'm just too exhausted at the moment.