Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 43

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43


Yohji paused at the door, not quite sure what to expect. Would Denjiro be inside looking for Aya? Or would Aya be inside broken beyond repair?

“He wouldn’t come back here,” Ken protested in a whisper.

“That’s exactly why he would be here, because we know its one of the last places on earth he would ever want to go!” Yohji whispered back, readying his wires. He kicked the door in.

What he was greeted with was far from what he’d expected. The room was destroyed completely and there was blood everywhere. He didn’t need a DNA test to tell him it was Aya’s.

He would’ve guessed it was all from Denjiro’s attack except for the bloodied words written on the wall in what he recognized as Aya’s beautiful handwriting. Ran is dead! I am not a Knight! Was written all over the walls.

Well, that explained why Aya hadn’t gone to the Crashers. They must’ve asked him to take Knight’s name now that Rook is back in action and Knight is dead. Yohji shook his head at how cruel the idea must’ve been to Aya.

There, in the far corner was a dagger covered in blood.

“We’re too fucking late!” Yohji shouted, kicking the bed as hard as he could. How could it have taken him this long to realize this was where Aya had been holed up? He was supposed to be Aya’s lover, the one who understood him more than anyone, so how had he missed this? How could I miss the signs of his mind breaking?

Yohji could feel the tears streaming down his face as he looked at the destruction around him.

“Its not your fault. How could you have known how fragile his mind was?” Omi said, touching his arm.

“We should’ve known! We’re supposed to be his friends! How the hell could we have not known something was wrong with him when he tried to drug us? That’s not Aya! That’s not how his mind works!” Yohji sat down on the bloodied bed and hung his head.

“He…he was crying out to us and we pissed on him,” Ken acknowledged, looking on the verge of tears himself.

“They have him again, don’t they?” Omi asked, looking mortified.

“Yeah,” Yohji pointed to the dagger in the corner.

“Its like the ones he had in him after the mission. Fuck!” Ken screamed. They paused at the sound of commotion in the hall. They must’ve been louder than they’d guessed.

As quietly as possible they escaped out the window. Aya had not only stayed in the same motel, but the same room as well! That must’ve been hell on earth for him. Not only to come to this place but to have the same thing happen to him.

“Where should we look next?” Ken asked as they piled into Yohji’s car.

“Lets check the last place they took him to. it’s the only place I can think of that they could hide him,” Once again Yohji felt completely helpless. Aya was hurting and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.

He sped as fast as he could to the beaten down old building that Aya had screamed in. The place where his body had been ripped apart. A place where his limbs had barely been attached after the brutal assault.

Yohji had stared down into that beautiful face over and over each day, unable to look at his marred body. He’d seen the evidence of Denjiro’s handiwork long after Aya’s casts had been removed.

At first the Crashers had visited every day, reading to Aya’s comatose body. But it only took six months before they gave up and left him locked inside what Yohji could only imagine was a place full of nightmares waiting at every corner, threatening to swallow up the redhead.

Yohji had retreated in a whole other way. True enough he still visited Aya every single day, but it wasn’t enough. He hadn’t been able to rouse his lover, so he’d turned to drinking, pretending he was having that drinking game again, holding Aya in his lap while they’d kissed and touched.

But every time he woke from drinking he was faced with the very real horror that Aya hadn’t been in his arms, that Aya remained trapped inside his own head. That was when Yohji had turned to drugs. Anything to keep from realizing that this was very real.

Ken and Omi had all but stopped visiting Aya, as well. It was too much for the boys to handle, their leader turned comatose. They were all used to Aya being their rock, solid and cold. Seeing him broken was…it was just wrong!

They’d never imagined how they would be without him glaring at them and barking orders. Keeping them sane and safe. Protecting them way more than they’d realized.

Then the unthinkable had happened. Aya had woken under his kiss, like in a fairy tale. Aya had been shaky at best. They had been so amazed at his strength and determination that they hadn’t realized just how broken he was inside.

Yohji came to a skidding halt outside the building that Aya had screamed himself raw. He dreaded looking inside. He hadn’t had the guts to look inside after the police had finished with the place.

Now he was being forced to look. He gasped as he entered the building, feeling his chest tighten as he looked at the dried blood on the ground. The chair that Aya had been strapped to. And even worse, the claw marks in the ground.

“Yohji, the blood is old. He wasn’t here!” Ken shouted, bringing him out of his stupor.

“Maybe not recently, but that’s his blood. Those are his claw marks in the ground. And that is what shattered his bones,” Yohji pointed to the sledge hammer in the far corner. Why didn’t the police remove that thing?

Yohji looked at the torn up floorboards. They were here, even if it was just briefly, they were here! What was trapped there? Weapons? Money? That goddamned sledge hammer?

Yohji didn’t know.