Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 33

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33



The first thing Aya was aware of was that he was soaked with cold water. He looked up at the men that stood around him. None of them looked familiar, not even in the slightest.

They were all men, and heavily built. He supposed he expected the team to be similar to Weiss or Schwarz in appearance. Each one of them looked like thugs. Aya snorted at that.

“You think something’s funny?” One of them snapped.

“Hn,” Aya wasn’t going to talk to them. They weren’t worth his words. He just stared right through them, purposely pissing them off.

“You won’t think things are funny for very long,” he was struck hard in the face.

“Hey, not in the face. We don’t want him…” the one to the right chided.

“Where the hell are we?” Pawn’s voice rang out. Aya’s head shot over to where Pawn was tied down. Knight was tied to another chair, still unconscious.

“You’re in the last place you’ll ever see, now shut the hell up!”

“What are you going to…are you going to kill us? Come on! What did we ever do to you? Okay, stupid question. Who are you?” Aya wanted to smack the kid right now. Couldn’t he shut up for a second? Show some dignity?

“No one that you would’ve heard of. We work for Kritiker the same as you assholes. Difference is that we respect the other teams. We stay out of their way!”

“If you would’ve stayed out of Weiss’s way like you claim then there would not be a problem,” Knight’s voice was exhausted.

“We were given the same mission as Weiss! Kritiker screwed up! Sent us both in! How in the hell were we supposed to know you assholes would be there!” One of them shouted.

“The same goes back to you. You seem smart enough to know that. Ran never would’ve killed another Kritiker agent had he known.” Pawn shouted, only to get smashed in the face with the butt of Aya’s sword, which one of the men seemed to be contemplating what he was going to do with it.

“Fair trade that he should be killed by his own sword, but that’s for later, once he’s begging us to kill him. You two will have our mercy enough that we’ll make it quick.”

“Gee thanks,” Pawn snorted, rolling his eyes. He obviously seemed to think Aya had some sort of master plan for their escape. He was going to be disappointed. Aya was coming up with nothing. Hell, he wasn’t even sure escaping was in his best interest. The only reason he was considering escape was for Pawn and Knight’s sake.

“Quit feeling sorry for yourselves and grow up,” Aya said, looking the man in the eye that was obviously their leader.

“Should we remove his fingernails first?” One of them asked. Aya rolled his eyes. This was a pain in the ass. His hands were tied to the arms of the chair, so he couldn’t even rotate his wrists enough to pull them free. It was funny, though, that they thought something that simple was going to make him scream. He’d done worse to himself than that and hadn’t screamed. If he’d screamed Weiss would be up the stairs in five seconds to see what was wrong, so he’d mastered being silent through most pain.

“If you want to. Why don’t you two kill his friends while Kei removes Abyssinian’s fingernails.” Their leader said, looking bored with that idea.

“What do you say to that, eh, smartass?” one of the men laughed, tugging off one of Aya’s’ gloves. Aya didn’t bother looking at anything but the man’s eyes. He gave the man his best bored look.

“Did you see the table over there? There’s lots of toys for us to play with that we haven’t even tested yet. And if you think making you bleed and crushing your bones is where we’re going to stop then you should start trembling, because when we’re done breaking your body we’re going to screw you while you scream,” okay, that had Aya worried, but he kept it from his eyes.

He could handle torture, but that was just sick. No one but Yohji was allowed to have him like that.

“Please don’t do that to him,” Knight begged, his eyes wide with worry. “I’ll take his place, just don’t…” one of the men cuffed Knight in the stomach hard enough to make him choke.

“Don’t worry, beautiful, we won’t make you watch. You’ll be long dead before that. Hey, Abyssinian, I have no idea how in the hell a demon like you managed to get such loyalty from a friend.” The man looked genuinely confused. He wasn’t the only one. Aya had no idea why the hell Knight would offer himself up like that. Aya had rejected him for Yohji and Knight still wanted him to be safe?

“Yeah. You look a bit surprised, Abyssinian. You never thought we might want you for other reasons? I mean of course revenge takes precedence, but ever since I saw you I wanted you, even though you’re an evil asshole. Once I mentioned that to the boys they got a little over excited. So we agreed to pass you around for a while. I wanted to take you before we start grinding bones, but we all agreed that trying to screw your brains out before you’re too hurt to move was a very bad idea. No matter. We’ll leave your face alone so that you’ll still look pretty for us.”

“Hn,” Aya wasn’t going to protest. Letting them realize that he was scared would just make them even more excited. The longer he pretended he didn’t give a shit the more time he could bide to come up with some sort of plan.

“Ran, just go! Don’t worry about us! Just get the hell out of here!” Pawn screamed. The boy had way too much faith in his abilities. If he could get free he would’ve been gone with the two of them, leaving corpses behind while they made their escape.

“Poor little man just doesn’t get it. That’s really cute. Too bad these two didn’t wrong us. We could’ve passed them around, too. But we’re merciful to innocent bystanders.” Aya was glad for that much. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing them do that to his comrades.

“I suppose we should shut this little guy up now. No sense in dragging it out,” Aya’s eyes widened as their leader unsheathed his sword and slashed Pawn’s throat. The boy sputtered. Knight shouted, struggling in his bonds, trying to reach toward the boy. It was too late.

Knight was the next to go, with the sword driven through his chest, piercing his heart.

“You’re no better than I am. In fact, you’re worse, because you knew they had nothing to do with this,” Aya growled, rotating his wrist around a little bit.

One of the men started slowly on his fingernails, scraping underneath and peeling them out, one by one. Aya wasn’t even paying attention. His eyes were locked on Pawn’s innocent face. He’d caused the boy’s death, and Knight’s too. He’d never forgive himself for that.

“Who knew someone like you could feel remorse,” their leader shook his head with a grin.