Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Blood And Flowers ❯ three ( Chapter 3 )

Blood and Flowers

By Nix Winter

Disclaimer: I don't own WK, alas.

Notes: I'm so torn between original and fan fic, so I'm gonna do both and just go as it feels. It's not my intention to offend WK readers by making this over into an original. I love WK. *goes back to playing now*

Chapter Three

Manx had been waiting for them. They'd stood there, Aya holding Youji, eyes of violet kryptonite glaring at her. She'd bared the path, arms across her chest. The information gathering mission had been a failure and Youji needed medical treatment. It was reasonable, so reasonable. Aya hadn't had much more reasonable left in his soul. Youji needed a shower. Youji needed to rest.

Youji hadn't said anything, just holding to Aya's shirt with one fist, hiding in Aya's coat and Aya's embrace. Youji needed to be left alone, Aya had insisted.

Manx hadn't budged. Youji needed medical treatment. Kritiker needed DNA samples. And that's when Aya's low resources of reasonable evaporated.

Aya had woken up in a windowless waiting room, hands strapped to the arms of a wheelchair. Kritiker made his to kill list. And then his heart shattered with fear. Aya closed his eyes, refusing release to the tears stinging them. With all his being he wanted to refuse the knowledge that Youji had been raped, and then taken by Kritiker.

Literature, dreams, prose, they all swirled within Aya, the last shreds of a humanity tarnished. These last little pleasures sustained themselves in Youji's sarcastic and frayed light. Youji was dead. Aya could allow nothing else, as hope came with claws and pain. Rising from the literary ruins of his mind came a self that was all black demon, existing for death only.

"Aya-kun," Omi asked, head peeking in the door, one eye black and swollen. "Are you awake yet? We really need you."

Aya turned his head slowly, a headache flashing welcomingly over his scalp. Pain. The world turned upside down. Pain was good. Violet eyes opened slowly, just slits of sharp violet rage.

"Whoaa," Omi said. "Aya-kun. Are you really angry?"

"Shin ne," Aya mouthed and the door smacked shut.

Only a moment later, Omi opened the door again, and slipped inside. He'd changed from the clothes he'd worn to the club into just a pair of khaki shorts and tee-shirt. "Aya-kun, please there was a drug used at the club and Youji's overdosing. We have to get him the antidote, but…"

"Youji is alive?" God it hurt to have his heart restart, to admit the hurt, to back up from the living dead he'd been safely hidden in a moment before. "Youji's alive?"

Omi blew air into his cheeks and pointed at the black eye. "Youji-kun is having a hard time. We need your help. Please, Aya-kun, please trust me. You can try to kill me later, after we've helped Youji, okay?"

"I don't want to kill you," Aya said. It was true. He didn't want to kill Omi. Manx might be another matter though. "Free me. Explain the drug."

"It's a variant of truth serum, it makes the mind very open to suggestion. We think it's air borne, like a spray," Omi explained, freeing Aya's arms. "Ken and I only got a small dose when we got to the alley. You may have been given an even smaller dose. Ken, you, and I were given the antidote right away, or at least as soon as Manx could get to you here. Youji was given the antidote as well, but it hasn't worked as well on him. They don't want to sedate him, or add other drugs to his system. Please help him. He has to let the medical team do their job."

Aya stood, looking down at Omi, still feeling a bit in human. The rage and reason shifted on the scale, insanity balancing so precariously with hope and connection to Youji, to the other members of Weiss. "If they hurt him, I'll kill them."

"They don't want to hurt, Youji-kun. He's torn and bleeding. He's hurt really bad and they have to fix it. We want to catch the person who hurt him. We need to do a rape kit. We need photos and samples."

"No photos." Aya said, horrified by the idea of photos of Youji's battered body. "We're not going to the police."

"Well, we kind of are the police, or some of Kritiker is. Youji might be the only one to testify. We need," Omi stopped as Aya pushed by him.

"One does not try the dead," Aya hissed.

Omi bit the inside of his cheek and ran to catch up with Aya. Now wasn't the time to argue over justice and retribution, really. "He's this way."

In a small preparation room, just outside of the surgical suite Omi said Youji was in, Aya quietly changed into green paper scrubs. The sounds of struggling and crying were not something that Aya heard.

Victims don't report rape sometimes. It's like being in a car accident and knowing if you call for help, help will want to put you through some crash tests to see how it happened. Aya knew Youji's soul, as well as one can know a soul with rooms that never open. He knew Youji's way to pull away, to hide and lick his wounds. Youji was the white knight who went out and saved women, and other people who needed protecting, when people weren't looking. He was the hero with his heart on his sleeve and Aya loved him.

Opening the door to the surgery room was close to one of the hardest things Aya had ever done. Or maybe it just felt that way. He'd buried his parents and killed to pay for his sister's care, and he'd lost his soul in the blood. But there was this lazy, green eyed flower who'd seduced him finding his soul again, seduced him into a second chance at life, and beyond this door, that flower suffered. It was like walking into his own execution.

For his green eyed flower, he'd walk into Hell. His hand fell away from the door and he stood two steps in, watching medical people and equipment he didn't understand, bright lights and a struggling body, pale and bloody. Aya ran, moving the nurse by Youji's head with both hands. "Youji! Youji, I'm here."

"Aya?" Youji said, licking chapped lips. "Where are you?"

"Here," Aya said, leaning closer, tender fingers turning Youji's face so their eyes locked together. "I'm here."

"I thought you were dead." Youji said, tears tracing Aya's thumb.

"As long as you're alive, so will I be," Aya said, slipping poetic because of the safety he felt when talking to Youji. "Relax, Honey. Let the doctors do what they need to do."

Youji's voice went small, green eyes wide with a childish innocence that scared Aya. "They're touching me. It hurts."

"Look at me, look into my eyes," Aya said, sitting down on the stool that had just been pushed up behind him. "I'll stay here with you and it will be over soon."

"I don't want to die," Youji said, moving his head closer to Aya. "Where are we?"

"Hospital," Aya said, thumb sliding over Youji's eyelashes, a very slight smile offered as comfort. "You've been drugged. When that wears off, things will make more sense."

"Will you still love me?" Youji asked.

Aya leaned forward till the tip of his nose touched Youji's. Whispering, because it was private, so very private, "I will love you and if you forget that, I will remind you again."

…………………..

Some evils are gray.

Some goods are gray.

Some souls heal even as they are extinguished.

Some hungers are never eased.

These are the shadows that linger at the edge of humanity's nightmares, the demons that hunt our thoughts and revel in our cruelties.

Rosenkruez liked demons, darkness, power, psychics, and they liked immortals. Manira with golden hair and blue eyes a summer vacation sky, perfect and free, with lips that smiled so shyly. They believed Manira to be immortal. Manira believed it.

Some powers should be left alone.

Manira rolled the earrings he'd taken from the blonde over his palm. Asuka's earrings. They carried the energy of so much love and guilt, so much shattered hope and longing. The mirror showed a beautiful young man, no more than twenty, twenty-two with not a drop of guilt or regret as he slipped Asuka's earrings into his own ears.

He did owe this Rosenkruez for waking him. There were so many innocent and delicious souls in this world. He smiled, watching his expression in the mirror, blue eyes blinking slowly, "But I love you, Youji. I love you so much." Love you like a perfect birthday cake before the party. "Don't cry, Youji. It will feel better soon."