Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Another Heaven (Weiss Kreuz Style) ❯ Scene 12 - 14 ( Chapter 4 )

Name: Androgene

Website: http://www.angelfire.com/space/noir13

Email: androgene@lycos.com

 

Title: Another Heaven (Weiß Kreuz Style)

Summary: Yohji is a police detective and Aya is a male strip dancer. When a serial killer is on a rampage, Yohji and his partner Crawford are called in to investigate. Soon they realize that the killer is not human and his next target may just be Aya. AU fusion - YxA

Category: Drama, angst, romance (the usual)

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Yaoi!

Started: 1 Nov 2002

Completed:

 

Author's Notes:

Characters appearing in this installment are: 

Hayase Manabu - Kudoh Yohji

Ooba Asako - Fujimiya Aya/Ran

Tobitaka Ken'ichirou - Brad Crawford

Akagi Kouzou - Bishop

Sasamoto Mina - Asuka aka Neu

 

Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz belongs to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. Another Heaven is a production of Omega Project Inc/Another Heaven Inc/Shochiku, and directed by Joji Iida. These film and anime do not belong to me and I make no profits from them.

 

Scene 12 - The Hunt Continues

 

Yohji wasted no time getting out of the hospital.

His belongings were few, which helped, and with the danger presumably lurking in the hospital, even the hospital staff were eager to get him discharged as soon as possible (`for the sake of everyone else's safety, Kudoh-san. Surely you understand.')

Yohji understood. That, however, did not meant he cared. Really, at this point, fear for his own safety consumed him. It was not a selfish feeling. Any living being with a shred of survival instinct would feel the same way. Yohji was too busy coping with his own fear to be concerned about the safety of those around him.

He was not helpless though. He was a cop, trained in taking steps and initiatives to counter the criminal's actions. So the first thing he did was to head to the morgue with his partner in tow, hoping that Bishop-sensei had some good news for him, some clue that he could use to catch the serial killer.

Bishop greeted them with another of his typical smiles. “I heard about what happened at the hospital. How are you feeling?”

“My ribs are still sore,” Yohji admitted. “Hurts to walk actually.”

“Then why did you come here? You should be at home resting.”

Yohji sat down gingerly, sighing in relief as the pressure on his ribs lightened. “We have to catch the killer.”

“Dedication will only make your injuries worse.”

“The killer is fixated on him,” Crawford explained.

Bishop nodded sagely. “I see. Well? What do you plan to do now?”

“Lure it out somehow,” Yohji said. “I don't know how, but its fixation on me is its weakness. If I can lure it to me, we can catch it.”

Bishop regarded him curiously. “It? Doesn't the killer go by the name Nagi Naoe?”

Yohji gave him a look. “After all the evidence you have gathered, do you still believe the killer is that boy?”

“Fair enough. So how do you plan to lure it out?”

Yohji sighed and ran a hand through his tangled hair. “Let's start with what we do know. The evidence says that thing is a malignant parasite. It needs to change bodies because it kills its host.”

“Fairly quickly,” Bishop added. “The development of ulcers in Schon-san's brain was unusually fast.”

“And we wounded Naoe,” Crawford pointed out. “From the amount of blood he spilled in your car, he couldn't possibly survive for long without some medical aid.”

“So it's on the prowl for a new host. And it has to find the host fast before its current one dies.”

“I just discovered another detail,” Bishop offered. “With ulcers of this magnitude developing, it probably suffers from near-constant and very painful migraines.”

“It will need painkillers,” Yohji realized.

“But not just any over-the-countertop painkillers. Those aren't strong enough to be effective. The killer will need something much stronger, something only a doctor can prescribes.”

“It means he needs to gain access to a hospital…” Yohji's voice trailed off as he began realized something awful.

“A new host, one with access to a hospital's medicines,” Crawford muttered softly, coming to the same conclusion himself, “and one with a personality that will attract your interest easily.”

In the silence that ensued, Bishop looked at the two suddenly grim men. “I take it you have someone in mind?”

 

Scene 13 - Baiting It - Or Not

 

Like a good patient, Yohji stayed home. Manx had reluctantly agreed to him being homebound for a week. He wondered morbidly if she would have been more enthusiastic if she knew what he and Crawford were up to. But as it, the partners decided to keep their discovery to themselves, not knowing whom to trust with an invisible enemy roaming free.

For three days, Yohji spent his time pacing restlessly or sprawled on his bed, enduring the aching pain in his ribs. He refused to take his medication, unwilling to cloud his mind with drugs when he needed to be vigilant in the face of danger. For three days, no one came to visit him except his partner and the occasional visit from Bishop.

On the fourth night, his doorbell rang.

Gun in one hand, he cautiously opened the front door a crack. Standing on the other side was Asuka greeting him with a cheerful `Konbanwa' and carrying her doctor's bag.

“Konbanwa,” he answered easily despite the tension coiling tighter in his stomach. Tucking his gun into his jeans and covering it with his shirttails, Yohji unlatched the safety chain and opened the door.

“As part of our bargain, I'm here on house call.” Asuka waved her doctor's bag at him.

“You sure took your time to come. I was starting to think you wouldn't come after all.”

“Gomen nasai. I wasn't feeling well. Today is my first day back at work.” Asuka looked around at his apartment appreciatively. “Nice.”

“Thank you.” Discreetly, Yohji transferred his gun to a drawer. “So where do you want to do this?”

“The couch will be fine.” Asuka placed her bag on the coffee table. “Come take a seat. I don't bite.”

Despite his wariness, Yohji summoned up his flirtatious grin. “Really? Pity, I was hoping you would.”

 

* * *

 

Out on the streets, in an unmarked car hidden in a discreet alley, Crawford heaved a long-suffering sigh.

Beside him, Bishop smiled amusedly. “Well, it certainly sounds he's handling the situation quite well.”

“I don't care. Surveillance or not, if they continue talking like that, I'm turning the radio off.”

 

* * *

 

Unaware of his partner's grousing, Yohji bantered easily with Asuka. The flow of their conversation was quick and light. Once or twice, he even laughed out loud despite causing pain jarring through his ribs. He almost forgot the true purpose of this entire setup.

“Do you drink coffee?” Asuka asked.

“Do I? I can't live without the stuff.”

Asuka laughed. “Good. `Cos I make a mean cup of java. Wait here.” From within her bag, she fished out a brown paper bag and headed for the kitchen. “Where's your grinder?”

“In the cabinet, third left from the counter.” Yohji gingerly leaned back against his couch, listening to the sounds of Asuka rummaging in the kitchen.

“I'll have you know that you're the first man I'm making coffee for since my divorce,” Asuka announced when she brought two steaming mugs of coffee back to the living room.

“Really? How long is that?”

“Five years.” Asuka sat down again, next to him, with a sigh. “Can't believe it's been that long.”

“Messy breakup?” Yohji inquired gently.

“Oh no. It was a mutual agreement. When we got married, everyone thought it was a match made in heaven. We were so well matched in every way. We even bought a house in the outskirts near a power station. We were the envy of all our friends and relatives.”

Asuka fell silent, a distant wistful look crossing her face.

“What happened?”

“We drifted apart. Six months later, we were divorced. Since then, I haven't found anyone worth going out with.” Asuka chuckled. “Funny how a successful woman like me have troubles dating a man. Makes me kinda wonder…”

“I'm sure you'll find someone.”

Asuka looked at him, a mysterious smile on her face. “What, are you volunteering?”

“Am I?” Yohji stiffened when Asuka's fingers began playing with strands of his hair.

“You're cute, I'll give you that.” Asuka suddenly grimaced, eyes fluttering close. Yohji's blood ran cold when he saw Asuka began to massage her forehead. “Itai…” came the soft groan of pain.

That did it.

Yohji sprang to his feet, away from Asuka, and lunged for the drawer, all the while yelling for Crawford to get his butt up to his apartment. His hand closed over the reassuring shape of his service revolver and he yanked it out, pointing it straight at the stunned doctor.

“What the-? What are you doing?”

“Shut up!” Yohji hissed. “Stop your acting. I know what you are.”

“What am I? W-what are you talking about?” Asuka tried to stand but a hostile snarl from Yohji stopped her. “Will you make some sense?” she demanded instead, a tinge of hysterics coloring her voice.

The door bursting open caused to her to jump and let out a scream. She stared in terrified silence as Crawford and Bishop rushed in, the former pointing a gun at her as well.

Her voice rose in her panic, “What the hell is this all about?!”

“I said to stop your acting!” Yohji shouted in angered frustration.

“Who's acting?! You're the one behaving so strangely!” Asuka shouted right back at him.

Yohji growled.

“Bishop, check her bag.” Crawford ordered tightly. “Find that medication.”

Nervous, Bishop nevertheless darted forward and grabbed Asuka's doctor's bag. The partners waited tersely as he hurriedly dumped out the contents, frantically searching for the pills that would prove their theory right.

“I found it!” he exclaimed, grabbing up a small silver foil-wrapped bag.

Jaws tightening, Yohji cocked his gun. If that thing were going to try anything, he would shoot first without hesitation.

His partner, however, was more cautious. “Is it the right one?”

Bishop was silent, then he shook his head reluctantly. “No, it's not.”

What? Yohji stared at him in shock.

“It's just over-the-counter prescription.”

“B-but that's impossible!” Yohji stammered.

“Could you be wrong?” Crawford questioned at the same time.

“I'm not wrong,” Bishop said. “This is not what we're looking for.”

Yohji's stunned gaze jerked back to a very angry Asuka, trying to absorb what bishop had said.

“It's painkillers for a headache,” Asuka explained angrily, nearly in tears. “I've been having one the whole day. Is that a crime?”

Yohji's arm fell lifelessly to his side and he staggered backward, slumping heavily against the wall. In the awkward silence that ensued, he watched blankly as Asuka, with angry tears pouring down her face, stuffed everything back into her bag. Without even a glance at him, she stormed out of his apartment.

Shit, what had he just done? Had that thing got so deep under his skin that it made him see shadows where there were none?

Back against the wall, Yohji slid to the floor into a huddled pile. He was shaking, he realized dimly. Shaking rather violently, and his breathing were rapid and shallow. From fear or just pure undulated relief, he didn't know. Maybe it was a combination of both.

How long he sat there, he did not know. He had lost track of time. He vaguely felt his partner and Bishop leaving. But he couldn't emerge from the haze in his mind, couldn't move from the stunned realization that he had nearly shoot an innocent person in his paranoia.

 

Scene 14 - Man In the Mirror

 

When Yohji finally recovered enough from his shock, he found that he was alone in the apartment. Somehow his partner and Bishop had left without his notice. He couldn't blame them; he was repulsed by his self-discovery too. If it was even possible, he didn't want to be in the same room with himself.

Heaving a shuddering sigh, he rubbed his face with his palm. God, what a nightmare. It would be a miracle if Asuka didn't lodge a complaint to his superiors. The scandal alone would cost him his rank.

“Yohji?”

He looked up at the baritone voice.

Aya stood in at the edge of the hallway, staring at him with concern. He seemed younger somehow, dressed in a long-sleeved white dress shirt untucked from black jeans.

Frankly, Yohji was surprised to see him here in his apartment, after the near-fight at the hospital. “What are you doing here?” he asked tiredly.

Uncharacteristically, Aya hesitated before coming closer to him. “I saw that lady doctor leaving a while ago. She looks angry.”

“She is. Happy now?”

Aya paused, surprise flitting across his face before settling into impassiveness. Cautiously he lowered himself to sit before his distraught lover. “What happened? I've never seen you like this before.”

Yohji glared at Aya, suddenly resentful of his presence. “Why? Weren't you jealous of her? Back at the hospital, it bothered you how well we got along, didn't it? Well, I've driven her away. You should be jumping for joy.”

“Yohji-”

Aya suddenly let out a yelp when Yohji suddenly grabbed him by his hair and roughly dragged him forward. Losing his balance completely, Aya sprawled awkwardly across Yohji's lap, his elbow hitting against the hardwood floor. He gasped again in pain as Yohji jerked his head back, forcing him to look up into his lover's rage-filled face.

“Why are you here?” Yohji snarled at him. “What do you want from me?”

“Yohji, stop it!” He tried to push himself away.

Yohji caught his wrist and twisted it, forcing another yelp of pain from his redheaded lover. His other hand transferred his grip from Aya's hair to his pale slender throat and began to tighten. “Tell me, what do you want from me?!”

“Yamero!” Aya choked out the word.

It was the fear in Aya's eyes that snapped Yohji back to his senses. Realizing what he was doing, Yohji released Aya as though he was stung and shoved his lover away from him. Self-loathing filled him when he saw how Aya scrambled to keep a safe distance away from him.

“Go away,” he said harshly. “Go away before I really hurt you.”

Aya stayed where he was, violet eyes wide and shocked. For some reasons, seeing Aya vulnerable made Yohji even madder. He wanted Aya's impassive calm back, wanted to see the icy redhead being cynical and cold. He wanted to turn back the clock so he could stop himself from hurting Aya.

“Go away!” he yelled angrily. “What the fuck do you want from someone who doesn't love you?! Just fucking go away!”

Breathing hard, Yohji looked away, recrimination and disgust filling him. He was sure Aya would leave him and never come back; he himself wouldn't come back to a potential maniac either.

“I didn't ask you to love me,” came the unexpected quiet reply.

Yohji jerked involuntarily in surprise but he still couldn't meet Aya's eyes. If he had, he would have seen despite the stony expression, his lover's eyes were bright with turbulent emotions.

“You made it very clear from the beginning that it was only sexual and I never asked for what you could not give. I always knew that no one could love a whore.”

Yohji flinched at that blunt statement spoken so matter-of-factly. He stared at his redheaded lover, guilt heavy in his heart. There were a lot left unsaid but Yohji knew Aya well enough to read between the lines and what he discovered made him feel even more like a bastard. And the worst thing was, he didn't know how to fix the situation.

His cell phone vibrating was a dubious relief. Reluctantly, Yohji answered the call. His already disastrous day became even worse when he heard Crawford's message.

“I got to go,” he told the silent, unmoving redhead.

Tiredly, he hauled himself to his feet. For a moment, as he looked down at the bowed head of his lover, he unconsciously reached out but aborted halfway. Aya wouldn't welcome his touch after what he had almost done to him.

Silently, Yohji left his apartment and the redheaded man inside it. His guilt and regret were weighing heavily upon him. He just knew when he comes back again, Aya would be gone and this time it would be forever.