Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Blood And Flowers ❯ one ( Chapter 1 )

Blood and Flowers

By Nix Winter

Disclaimers: I don't own WK

Warnings: non-con!, violence, yaoi, shonen ai, happily ever after

Extra warnings: I write too much WK. And this is just a teaser.

Youji's hands gripped the railing as if the music or shifting shadows of the club might make it disappear, might let him drop through the floor. Spine rigid, fear making macramé of his nerves, he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

"I know what you are," the voice said in his ear, dripping with sing songy insanity. "You can't catch me. I'm already dead."

They'd been tracking a serial rapist for nearly three months. They'd only become aware of there even being a rapist in Tokyo after one of their own agents had been violated. That agent had waited nearly three weeks before reporting the attack. Then they'd found eighteen more suspected victims. "You're not dead yet," Youji hissed, trying not to move as the barrel of a pistol pressed against the base of his skull. The man behind him pressed against him, obscenely excited by the feel of it.

"I know all about you, flower boy," the rapist purred, rubbing himself against Youji. "I know you're thinking about turning around and strangling me. I know what you're thinking because I'm undead. Now don't take your hands off the railing, pretty boy."

Gods, Omi should hear something in the communicator. Someone should hear something.

"I love when they wish there was some way out," the target said, leave a trail of warm and wet up Youji's ear. The pistol moved, so quickly, and there, against the black of Aya's shirt was a red dot, above his heart, where he sat the bar stool. "Turn around. Hold the railing. You're going to let me do anything, anything I want."

…………………

Aya glanced at his watch again. It had been twenty minutes since Youji had checked in. The target should have been in the club tonight. They'd been following the girl that they thought would be his next target. Aya hadn't let her out of his sight.

Youji and Aya had been a couple for nearly six months. The world was a good place again.

"Come to the back, out the side door," Ken hissed through the comlink. "It's not good."