Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 21

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21



Aya didn’t like this place. There were too many places for others to hide behind. Plus, he knew that someone really was hiding, because he could feel it. He purposely lagged behind after checking each room. He wouldn’t let Yohji go ahead of him at each doorway until he was sure that it was safe, and then he would let Yohji go ahead quite a bit.

Yohji didn’t seem to notice his strategy, which consisted of nothing but making sure Yohji was safe from guards, and safe from those that hunted him. He didn’t want Yohji hurt by accident when he was the target.

“Abyssinian, what are you doing back there?” Yohji hissed, finally turning to notice how far behind Aya was.

Aya didn’t say anything, he just pointed to the master computer that was behind Yohji. Yohji looked suspicious, but went to work sliding a disk into the system and copying everything.

Sensing movement, Aya swung his sword, just barely hitting the dagger that was aimed for him. The room was deathly silent. Aya knew that the dagger had come from the left, but where? He scanned his eyes everywhere, trying to find even the slightest movement. It was deathly still.

Yohji looked over his shoulder at him, frowning and obviously trying to figure out what was going on.

“What did I just hear?” Yohji asked suspiciously.

“I accidentally hit my sword on the desk,” Aya lied. He wasn’t about to tell Yohji he’d nearly been stabbed in the shoulder. Yohji would alert security by flicking on the lights so that he could find the bastards.

Once Yohji had the data Aya stepped aside and let him pass. Yohji, not missing a beat, looked down at the dagger on the ground, then back up at Aya.

“You’re going ahead of me, Abyssinian,” Yohji hissed under his breath, grabbing Aya’s arm and trying to force him ahead. Aya yanked his arm away.

“On three,” Aya mouthed. Yohji nodded. On the count of three the two of them ran as hard as they could. This was not the place to fight his enemies. They needed to do it on their terms, not in a place where the guards would kill them as surely as their enemy.

Aya stumbled when a dagger stabbed into his calf muscle. He did his best to ignore it and keep going. It was hard. Especially when the next dagger hit his lower back. He shoved Yohji ahead of him as they ran, desperate to get him out of the line of fire. But why was it only daggers? Did that mean that there was only one? No, that was stupid. There was definitely more than one person, but it seemed like only one was attacking while the others stood down.

Aya gasped as the next dagger slammed his sword hand, making him drop it. Like hell! Aya turned around and ran back for it. There was no way he was going to be unarmed!

He grabbed it in his other hand and continued to run. Whomever was after him was almost completely silent.

Yohji was by his side suddenly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him faster. He was glad. His wounds would’ve slowed him down if it weren’t for Yohji. The next dagger hit his shoulder.

Aya lunged out the window. They didn’t have time to get to the door. Aya hated running away. He wanted to turn around and face the bastard! But it wouldn’t do to face him while already losing blood.

Yohji was right behind him, shoving him forward to the car. Aya climbed into the passenger side, starting the engine while Yohji climbed in the drivers seat. He wasn’t going to be able to drive, not with the knife in his lower back keeping him hunched forward so that he didn’t shove it in deeper.

“Siberian, Bombay, we’re heading back. Mission completed,” Yohji said into his earpiece as he sped down the street before their pursuer got the chance to dagger their tires.

“Get the first aid kits ready, Aya has a few knives in him.” Aya wanted to start pulling the knives out, they were uncomfortable on top of the pain, but if he did he knew he’d bleed out. The one in his hand pissed him off the most.

“I can’t believe you knew they were there and you didn’t warn me! We could`ve been killed!” Yohji shouted, slamming the hell of his hand on the steering wheel.

“No, if you would’ve been too worried about my safety we wouldn’t have completed the mission. And you were never in danger until you threw yourself into the line of fire coming back for me.” Aya looked away when Yohji glared at him. Aya knew Yohji had the right to be angry. He’d be pissed if Yohji had done it to him.

“I’m going to enjoy stitching you up, Aya,” Yohji warned in a tone that told Aya that he was going to make it hurt.

“You will only stitch my back. I can take care of the rest myself.” He knew that was a lie, there was no way he’d be able to take care of all the wounds as quickly as he needed to, especially with the wound in his hand.

“Omi and Ken are going to help, you’re going to sit there and let us.” Aya said nothing, there was no point. Yohji was right and he knew it. It pissed him off that he was going to have to mend his coat.

Yohji parked in front of the flower shop and was already out of the car and at Aya’s side by the time Aya managed to pull himself out of his seat. He hurt like hell.

Yohji helped him make his way inside. Aya cringed at the sound of Kaito’s voice. Why the hell had Omi let him in?

Yohji left his side only to lock the door and close the blinds. Aya knew he must look rough by the pale faces that greeted him. Kaito’s amongst them.

Aya yelped with Surprise when Yohji shoved him up on the table, positioning his foot on one of the chairs to get a better look at the knife. Aya shoved him away and pulled off his boot.

“Needle,” Aya held out his hand to Omi. Omi reached around him and handed the needle to Yohji instead.

Aya glared at him, clenching his sword tight in his hand.

Ken came up behind Aya.

“You ready?” Ken asked. Aya nodded. He wanted to yell at him. Do you think I’m so weak that I’d say no? He grit his teeth to keep from making a sound as Ken pulled the knife out of his lower back. At the same time Omi pulled the knife out of his shoulder. Aya yanked the knife out of his own hand, then worked fast pulling off his coat and shirt so that they could get to all the wounds.

“Aya, you have to leave the city. You’re not safe here. Come with me,” Kaito pleaded. Aya had a feeling that Kaito wasn’t saying this just because he’d seen the knives in. Omi had said he’d been desperate to talk to him in the morning.

“You’d better start talking, Kaito,” Aya warned. If Kaito tried to clam up Aya was going to slash his throat. He couldn’t believe that Kaito would know about something like this and not tell him!

“Okay. I was sent here as a scout. My job was to try to get a job here and find out who Abyssinian was. I admit to that. But when I saw you here, I…I thought somehow you were innocent. That my Ran was in danger, obliviously working with murderers. I’ve always loved you, so I thought I would get you to love me again and I’d take you away and keep you safe!” He looked away. Aya was pissed and Kaito couldn’t even face him!

“I was doing my best to try to get your attention, but every time I tried you had a murderer’s arms around you. I couldn’t let someone like that taint your life! So I told the men I work for that there was an innocent in the line of fire and I would extract him. But then I saw you on that mission, and you were a murderer like the others. But I still loved you and wanted to take you away. You denied me at every chance. So I thought even more that if I figured out who Abyssinian was that you would be safe. That is, until the others heard Yohji call you by that name. I can still save you, though, Aya! Just come with me! I have connections that can make you a ghost!” Kaito turned to look at him again, this time with tears running down his cheeks.

“I’m already dead, being a ghost seems redundant, now doesn’t it? I’m not a coward, Kaito, no matter how much you want me to be. I’m going to kill your employers. How many are there?” Aya stitched his hand as fast as he could.

“I’m sorry, Aya, I can’t tell you that,” Kaito started to back up.

“Yohji!” Aya shouted. Yohji let his wires fly, catching Kaito around the neck. He didn’t put enough pressure to slice him, just to hold him in place. If Kaito was stupid enough to slice himself then that was his problem.

“Kaito, I won’t ask again, I’ll just start hurting you until you spill,” Aya warned, holding his hand out to Omi for the kid to knot the stitches and clip them.

“I won’t tell you, because if I do you’ll try to go up against them. You can’t win, Aya. You killed someone that they care about, and they’re going to make you pay. On one of your missions you killed all of the guards, what you didn’t know was that there was another vigilante hidden as one of the guards, his job was to get information. You killed the youngest of their group and they want you dead. They heard you through the boy’s comm. Say something to the effect of ‘Abyssinian, targets down’ or something like that. But they didn’t want the group dead, because they understand that you stand for the same thing they do. They just want revenge for the kid,” Kaito shouted, grabbing at the wire and trying to pull, then shouting in pain as the wire sliced into his hand.

“I’m going to try to fight them anyway, might as well help me so I don’t go in blind, if you love me so much.” Still, not a word to answer the question.

“Yohji, tie him up in the mission room. I’ll make him talk once my stitches are done.” Aya picked up where Yohji left off with the stitches in his calf muscle.

“How could my sweet Ran become vicious enough to be the leader of Weiss?” Kaito shouted as Yohji dragged him off.

It was going to be a long night.