Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 42

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42


Aya sewed up his slashed wrist. No, he didn’t deserve to be released from his pain yet. He had to live through it. All he could think of was why he couldn’t join the Crashers. They’d wanted him to take Knight’s name. It was something he just couldn’t do, not after he’d caused the man’s death.

He should’ve just knocked him out and run like hell. Instead he’d been tied up, being almost completely silent until they’d taken a sledge hammer to his knees. They’d broken his fingers one by one, they’d used knives to open wounds all over his body.

Then, when he couldn’t even crawl away they’d piled on top of him, holding him down to stop his feeble struggles. They’d torn his clothes apart and held him down while Denjiro fucked him. You’re mine. You will always belong to me until you take your last breath. They’d torn hair off his head, they’d torn his arms out of the sockets to keep him from trying to belly crawl. Then he’d started screaming. He’d been silently begging Yohji to show up and save him. Anyone, just not the police that had shown up. He didn’t want it made public what had happened to him.

They’d turned him over onto his back so that he had to watch them as they, one by one, claimed his body. Their kisses were so powerful that he couldn’t even bite down. And once they were done that they’d fucked his mouth, holding him still while he gagged and struggled to breathe.

“I will kill you,” Aya had hissed, glaring fiercely at Denjiro before he’d been struck in the temple so hard he’d blacked out for a second.

Aya punched the wall as hard as he could, shattering the drywall. It didn’t matter. He’d already lost his security deposit when he’d broken the mirror and painted words on the wall in blood. Ran is dead! Aya punched the wall again and again, wanting to scream with rage.

He’d tried to end his life, but he didn’t deserve relief. He deserved to live through the pain, to be haunted by it. It didn’t matter that his body was no longer broken. His mind was irrevocably changed for the worst.

He wanted to kill people, wanted to take his rage on the first person that spoke out of turn.

A loud knock on the door startled him. It wasn’t Weiss, that much he knew. No one would guess that he was hiding out in the place he’d been gassed out in before. That was because it held such powerful memories that he felt dead while he sat there.

Aya went to the door. It was probably the manager coming to give him shit for breaking the place apart.

Aya swung the door open and came face to face with his worst fear. Denjiro was standing there grinning at him. Aya shook his head, trying to make the nightmare go away. No, this was real.

Aya stepped aside. There was no point in slamming and locking the door, the man would just pick the lock.

“Either get inside or leave!” Aya barked, surprising the man, who walked inside, looking weary of his surroundings.

“You surprised me, Kitten. Who could face the person who raped them repeatedly. Who could get in that person’s face and kiss them on the cheek? I know I couldn’t. I had to run like hell after the pain you’d caused me. I couldn’t handle their filthy hands on me. Regardless, I promised you that you belonged to me. You’ve just made me want you even more.”

“Hn,” Aya glared at him even though his heart was thudding desperately in his chest. No one would be coming for him this time. No one would even know he was missing.

“Is that all you have to say to me? Not even a smart ass comment about killing me? I didn’t expect any pleading from you. I feel like I’ve known you forever. Wanted you forever. Now I can have you all to myself.” His grin made Aya feel sick to his stomach.

Aya wanted to lunge across the room and grab his sword, but there was no way he was going to back away from Denjiro. He couldn’t bring himself to move, trying to prove to himself that he was the bigger dog.

Aya continued to glare as Denjiro cupped his cheek, stroking a thumb over his lips. It was when the man leaned in that Aya snapped his head forward, head butting him in the face.

He ran to his sword, but was caught by the arm before he could reach it. Denjiro’s huge hand closed all the way around his upper arm, hauling him backward. Aya aimed a kick backward, but found his leg caught by none other than the other living member of Denjiro’s team. Where the hell did he come from?

Aya was thrown at the wall so hard that he saw stars. Maybe if he hadn’t cut his wrist and bled all over the walls he might be up to fighting better than this. But his body was taking too long to get his feet under him to race toward his sword.

“Its unfortunate that you still love Balinese. Regardless of how he treated you I can bet that the display of serious insanity that caused you to throw blood all over the place was due to him kicking you out. You won’t be able to join us if he still lives. You’re getting him killed just like Knight and Pawn. Everything you touch goes to hell.”

“Then you’d best stay away from me,” Aya hissed, glaring. Denjiro barked out a harsh laugh.

“If you don’t come willingly we will hunt him down and rip out his spine. Do you understand? If we could take you down so easily how well do you think he’ll do against us.” Aya hated to admit it but they were right. Yohji’s heart was torn and he was still going through withdrawal. There was no way Yohji would be alright.

Denjiro reached down and grabbed Aya’s wrist, jerking him to his feet and then pulled him hard until Aya stumbled into him. Those strong arms wrapped around him.

“Ah. Now I can feel your fear. You hide it well, but you can’t hide your heartbeat.” Denjiro chuckled.

“Coward!” Aya hissed in his face.

“Am I a coward because I want to get you alone?”

“I already am alone! You’re a coward because you hide behind threats instead of fighting me face to face!” Aya shoved his thumbs into Denjiro’s neck, making the man choke and release him.

Aya lunged for his sword again only to find a dagger piercing his lower back. He crumpled to the floor for a second before climbing back to his feet. Another and another, daggers were piercing him all over until he dropped.

“You are way too strong for someone your size. Tell me, is it stubbornness that keeps you strong?” Denjiro’s partner asked.

“A dead man can always find his footing,” Aya hissed, kicking out at the man as he wrapped an arm around his neck. It was useless, he couldn’t get out of the man’s grip as he was choked into unconsciousness.

All he could think of were those fingers shoving into his body to open him enough to fit those hard members inside his body. First one at a time, and then two at once while he screamed. He had torn on the inside, he’d felt like he was being ripped in half. He’d refused to cry. He wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. But that didn’t mean he could keep from screaming in pain and horror.

This didn’t happen to men! It wasn’t supposed to! He couldn’t stop remembering how his bones had shifted under the skin at unnatural angles. His ribs had been broken, his breathing was hoarse from where the bone had started to puncture the lung.

Every time he blacked out they woke him up so that he would feel everything.

You feel so good, baby, like your body was meant for mine. Its too bad we have to kill you. I’d have liked to keep you. I could use a pet kitten.

He’d been humiliated even more when the police had shown up. Denjiro and one of his men were still inside his body when the police opened fire. Those strangers had known exactly what had happened to him without knowing why he’d deserved it.

He’d finally passed out, only to awake up under Yohji’s touch. He’d wanted to cry, he’d felt filthy, like his touch would infect Yohji. He’d still felt like Denjiro’s thick length was still inside him, ripping him apart. Yohji had needed him as much as Aya had needed Yohji. He’d been relieved when Yohji had held him, only to get annoyed when Yohji had become overbearing. Regardless, Aya had needed him. He hadn’t shown it well, wanting to keep his pride. But Yohji was exactly what he’d needed.

Then he had made an error that had cost him that love, that support. Yohji had turned his back on him. And as much as it tore his heart in two and made him feel dead inside, Yohji’s tears had broken him. He’d tried to reassure Yohji even as he left. Yohji hadn’t deserved to be broken by his foolishness. Ken and Omi hadn’t deserved to be in danger because of him. That’s why he needed to disappear, to find a final battleground to die in.

The Crashers didn’t deserve to have Knight replaced by the man who’d gotten him killed. And Aya-Chan didn’t deserve a brother that was tainted by blood. Aya had nothing.