Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Borderline ❯ Aftermath ( Chapter 8 )

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AN: *bowing humbly to all readers* Sorry that it took me more than a month to update this story. I was quite sick and as you know my brain will freeze when I'm sick and my muse are giving me the holiday. Hopefully, I did not disappoint anyone in this chapter^^

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Mini-san: Thanks for the beta and ideas, your idea really help me *hugs*

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Me: >_<

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Hele: I hope this would answer^^. Imagine you saw someone being raped and ran, someone saved you, and then the person who had saved engaging in a sexual encounter with another person (even though it was not rape), what will you do?

kato-chan: See.. Chapter 8 for you and Schu & Yohji part for you too ^^

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Chapter 8: Aftermath

Nobody was paying attention to him. He was sure of that. He was wearing a green uniform; standing beside a white van with the words `Clean the Earth' and three-clover leaves logo beside them. He continued pretending picking up leaves, putting them in a black bag and stashed it in the van. He was holding a small digital camera, hiding it perfectly from anyone's view.

In this rich neighborhood no one really cared, minding their own business and relying their safety solely on big dogs and electronic gadgets. He was waiting, camouflaging and blending in. Uniform always worked. His eyes were alert and focused, particularly on that big white house.

Yawning, he stretched and threw off a few fake friendly smiles at a few cars that had slowed down, watching him. He has been here since dawn watching the house. Watched who was coming in and who was going out, searching for opportunities to take back what belonged to his Daddy. How did they dare keep something that didn't belong to them?

He heard a laugh and giggles and turned to face the huge house. Two teens were amused of something, carrying a school bag and leaving the house.

`Click'

Twenty minutes later, another young man. A weird one! With fair hair, carrying a water canister to the greenhouse. `Click'. He had something over his left eye. An eye patch. That reminded him of some of the pirates movies that he had loved to watch when he was boy.

Ahoy!

More sweeping.

After a while, a fiery-haired man arrived, entering the house. He knew this one. He saw him carrying his Daddy's precious bundle. `Click'. The psychiatrist. He hated psychiatrists. Always meddling in other people's business, pretending to listen to the patients pouring their deep dark secrets and give some crappy advice. And what you did you get later? A huge bill. Bloodsuckers!!

Then he realized something; that darn psychiatrist would try to talk to Daddy's doll. Trying to listen to him. That would be bad. He couldn't allow that to happen.

He suddenly saw something. Someone trying to sneak away from the house. He recognized the hair and his heart leap in anticipation. Daddy's beautiful doll! `Click' He cursed when he saw that the good-looking doctor managed to block the boy and carry him back to the house.

Waiting again… A cab stopped right in front of the house. A young man limped and slides through the gate. `Click' Not bad looking boy at all. Who is he? Someone valuable to the doctor? He had to find out.

Nice brown hair.

He moved towards the pavement, sitting down. He stretched and lit a cigarette. He closed his eyes as he inhaled, letting the smoke fill his lungs. Nasty habit but addicted to it. He smoked as he watched the cars pass by, counting them while he waited.

Half an hour later, he stood from where he was seated and walked over to his van. A mineral water lay between the seats. He took it. Then he opened the dashboard, a fully automatic nine-millimeter and a stun gun were concealed underneath the piles of papers with a sandwich.

His eyes gazed again at the house and unwrapped the sandwich, downing it with the mineral water. His eyes never left the house.

Then he heard a screeching sound, another car braked almost abruptly … A blond man came out and ran to the house. `Click.' That detective!

He was getting out of here. Too long! Don't take a risk! He went to his van, glancing one last time at the big house, smiled and started the engine and drove away.

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"Ran! Don't…."

It was too late; the young man took another step backward. Ran eyes widened as he lost his footing and began to fall. Crawford leaped towards the redhead, one hand caught the stair rails and the other caught the young man's flailing hand in the nick of time. He pulled at the struggling redhead forcefully and winced when one of the boy's feet impacted with his knee as he began to kick. Still the American did not let go of the resisting young man and tried to haul him away from the edge of the stairs.

Hearing the commotion, Schuldig and Yohji climbed the stairs as fast as they could, skipping two and three steps as they ran towards them. "What happened, Brad?" The German asked, his voice panting.

"Nothing!" Crawford snapped, holding the boy as tightly as he could. Ran retaliated harder, lashing out at the older man viciously, not wanting to be near him. His anger was red-hot and his face looked almost savage.

"Ran…" the older man called out.

The redhead snarled at him. "Whoremaster!"

"Please… Calm down… Listen… "

Crawford was not allowed to end his sentence when the boy screamed at him, "LIAR!! "

"No, Ran…. We…"

Crawford's word was abruptly cut off when Ran suddenly lunged at him, trying to claw at his face with his fingers. Crawford grabbed both of his wrists. "Let. Me. Go! Whoremonger!" the redhead screamed clearly in a harsh voice and used his legs to kick the older man.

Crawford's gripped the boy's wrist harder, when he began to struggle wildly. The older man couldn't think of anything; he was trying unsuccessfully to calm the redhead down. The boy was inconsolable, screaming the words `Dirty old man', `Leecher', `Pervert' over and over again and kicking uncontrollably. Yohji stepped forward trying to help the American but the boy's kicks had thrown him off balance.

Ken peeked out from the crack of his door. When he saw that Crawford was holding another young man who was struggling against him, he stepped out and stared at him inquisitively. The American grip loosened and the redhead took this opportunity to punch Crawford hard in the stomach. Hissing, the older man let go of the boy completely. The redhead ran blindly towards the retreating brunet, grabbing his arm.

"Run!" The redhead told him, pulling him as he spoke.

"Uh?" Ken shifted his eyes between Crawford, Yohji and Schuldig, pleading for help. He grimaced when the young man accidentally grazed his wound. Crawford moved forward, yanking the young man forcefully away from the soccer player and he could hear the redhead screaming in pain.

The boy breathed harshly, his chest went up and down in a frantic rhythm, glaring fiercely at Crawford, wailing and fighting to free himself.

At the next moment the room went still.

Crawford lost his patience and raised his free hand, slapping the boy across the face. His strike was so hard that his fingerprints were stamped on the redhead's pale skin.

Ran ceased his struggle. His face went white and his haunted eyes began to stare at Crawford numbly.

"Brad…" the German started.

"Don't. Say. A. Word." The American hissed. Schuldig quickly closed his mouth.

Ken's eyes were on him. The boy swallowed in reprehension. He had never seen Crawford like this before. The look on his face really frightened him.

Crawford was infuriated! He was furious at himself for hitting the innocent boy. The redhead had done nothing wrong. He just lost his temper.

He could still feel the tingling sensation in his. Ran closed his eyes, threw up his hands and let out a wrenching cry. Slamming both hands over his face, he recoiled to the floor.

The boy lay motionless on the floor. Crawford carried him back to the room, leaving the stunned Ken, Schuldig and Yohji behind.

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Minutes later, Schuldig knocked softly. He waited for a few seconds and when there was no answer, he slowly turned the doorknob and poked his head through the slight opening. He saw Crawford on the bed, supporting the stiff body lying on top of him. The boy was still like a mannequin. His eyes were closed, hands fisted and clearly still in shock. His head was propped on the older man shoulder, with his face flopped down.

The German entered the room and closed the door. The clicking sound made the redhead take a deep breath. He let it out again and nestled his head under Crawford's chin and made a low-pitched whimpering sound.

"What really happened?" He asked.

Crawford look up at his friend, his fingers were stroking the young man's moistened hair, smoothing it. The redhead whined softly at his movement. "He saw me kissing Ken."

"Oh?" In other circumstances, Schuldig might have teased the older man to no end. "Why…"

"In a compromising manner," Crawford added.

His friend raised one of his eyebrows. "How compromising?"

"Too compromising!"

He walked towards his American friend and sat down at the edge of the bed. Ran remained still. The redhead's shoulders were rigid and tense, immobile in his position. He flinched when Crawford's finger reached his face, caressing the part where the slap marks were.

"I blew it!" The older man said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"He is going to hate me now!"

The German sighed. "You and your goddamn temper. Didn't you attend that Anger Management Course last year?"

The American merely glared at his friend. The German quieted, his eyes roaming at the lithe body on top of Crawford. Beautiful, vicious and unstable! What a combination. He turned his eyes back to the older man.

"I supposed a normal person might be disgusted, embarrassed or at least shocked when they see a guy kissing another guy, but…"

The American nodded. "… He freaked out, like I was going to hurt Ken."

"Seeing you with Ken triggered something in his memory? Victim of sexual abuse?"

"Maybe." The American answered as he pulled the redhead back to rest on top of him when he began to slip. "I am going to take a look his medical background. Reports, Charts, Statistics, Graph… Everything."

"Isn't all that stuff …" The German raised his fingers and formed an inverted comma sign "Confidential?"

The American's lips formed into a small smirk. "I have my ways. By the way, could you please order some takeout lunch for all of us later? I'd like to stay with him for a little bit longer."

The German nodded and straightened up, he placed his fingers on the younger man's face. "Crawford didn't mean to hurt you." The boy did not answer, merely frowned and began to burrow his face into the older man's chest.

Before the German left the room, Crawford called his name and he turned again.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

The older man shifted his body slowly letting the boy slide away from him. The redhead made a protesting sound, his breathing was slow and his lips were slightly parted. The boy's body, however, was still tense. Crawford moved a little and sat halfway up in the bed, watching the younger man's fine features.

`God, he's so stunning.' The older man admitted silently. He eventually laid down by the boy's side, making sure his movements would not scare the redhead again. Crawford let his fingers wander across the boy's cheek and withdrew when there was a slight movement. The older man let out a heavy breath and without thinking, he pressed his lips to the boy's forehead. Ran let out a soft mewling sound and without opening his eyes, Ran pressed his face to the hard chest against him and began to cry silently.

"Shh…." The older man soothed the boy and wiped the tears away. Somehow, he was unable to stop there and he began to trace the outline of the boy's cheek and moving down towards the chest. Ran was wearing nothing except the long pants; Crawford had taken off his shirt earlier as it was torn when he threw his big tantrum. Crawford noticed that the boy had pale smooth skin and was amazed over how soft and supple the feel of it under his fingertips was. His fingers then moved towards the other's shoulder blades and stopped at the collarbone. Touching the redhead felt right somehow, it felt like he was exploring virgin territory and he felt something stirring in his groins. He quickly jerked his hand away and cursed himself for losing control. "I'm sorry," he whispered finally.

Crawford pulled the body closer and draped his arm around the boy. He knew that Ran was still awake, his body was still tense and he could feel the hot breath against his chest.

Crawford heard a single mewl before he saw Persia jump up on the bed. The kitten walked towards the older man and began to rub his body against the American's back and climbed gracefully on top of the man. Crawford didn't move and let Persia strut around on his body before he settled between him and the redhead. The kitten stretched itself before yawning and coiled its body between the two men. It opened one of its eyes lazily, saw Crawford watching and mewled softly before snuggling his head against them.

And the three of them fell asleep at same time.

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It was afternoon, Yohji was sitting on the couch when he saw Crawford descend the stairs. He quirked an eyebrow at the older man who looked a little bit ruffled.

Crawford sat down on the sofa lazily and turned his eyes to Yohji. "Where's Schu?"

"Out. Buying lunch!"

Crawford frowned. "I just told him to order a takeout, not to go out and buy food."

Yohji smirked. "He had a sudden crave for Chinese food. Most particularly shark fin soup."

Crawford snorted. "He sound like a pregnant woman."

"God forbid!"

"Ken?" The older man asked.

"Asleep."

Crawford sighed.

Yohji begin to stare at Crawford.

"What?"

"I'd like to know what just happened."

"Nothing happened, he just freaked out," the older man answered and said no more.

Yohji waited for a further explanation but when Crawford refused to say more on the subject, he said, "I did some checking on Ran. I went to his school."

Crawford straightened, waiting for the blond to continue.

"Based on what I learned from his teachers, Ran began to change about a year ago."

"Change? How?"

"He became moodier, hostile and defiant. Then he became more depressed and withdrawn, refused to talk to anyone. Skipping classes and his kendo training. The teachers even caught him crying and babbling to himself. When they tried to ask him, he just ran."

The young detective took a deep breath before continued. "He began to lock himself up in the school toilet. Sometimes the teachers could hear him slamming himself on the toilet door. Then he started to have anxiety attacks, you know-flushed face; dry mouth, shortness of breath, palpitation-He even fainted several times in the classroom."

"Did you ask them why the sudden change?"

Yohji shook his head. "They didn't know. They even called his parents when he didn't turn up at school. His parents refused to say anything. The last thing they know, he was taken to a Private Hospital."

"Private Hospital? Which one?"

The blond shrugged. "That's the funny part. No one knows."

"Except his parents and sister."

"Yeah!"

Both men remained silent for a while. Crawford could see that Yohji was fidgeting; something was bothering him. "You had something to ask me?"

Yohji let out a big sigh. "I don't mean to pry. Ken told me about the kissing…" His voice trailed off.

Damn! Why does Ken have to tell him? Crawford waited for the blond to continue.

"I… I… just like to know how serious… you know… you… and umm… Ken… umm.."

"How seriously I take Ken?"

Yohji nodded slowly. He had seen Crawford's temper and he didn't want to see it again.

Crawford opened his mouth; he was about to answer when…

"Hon-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-y! I'm h-o-o-o-o-me!" Schuldig came in with his bright smile carrying two plastic bags with him.

"I'm hungry!" He declared.

Both men rose from their seats and smiled warmly at the German. The subject on Ken was forgotten, at least for now. They followed the German towards the kitchen. Schuldig placed the Chinese takeout on the table and looked thoughtfully at Crawford.

"Yes?"

"I don't know what Ran liked. So, I bought what the lunch box called Benjo… Bingo…"

"Bento!" Yohji interrupted.

"Ahh… ping pong… clever koi… as a reward… you and I are going to have a bath together!" Schuldig grinned at the blond and batted his eyelashes. Yohji snorted.

Crawford rolled his eyes and took the lunch box from the German and without another word, he headed towards the boy's room. The older man was not sure if the young man was sleeping, the redhead was curling himself in a fetal position on the big bed. The older man left the food on the side table; he was about to leave when he heard the young man stir. He turned around; the redhead was watching him.

"I bought lunch for you" With that sentence, the older man turned to leave; Persia jumped down from the bed and followed the older man out. He could hear a soft protesting sound from the redhead when he closed the door. He paused for a second before he decided to lock it.

The older man sighed. Now, another young man to attend. He stood outside the room where Ken was , before giving the door a soft knock and entered.

Crawford closed the door behind him and walked towards the young brunet who was facing the wall. May be he was too afraid to look at him. He didn't blame Ken if he would decide not to see him again after what he had done to the redhead.

He reached his hand out and turned the boy to face him. Ken flinched but he didn't resist when the older man touched him.

"My weakness is…" He began, he hated telling people about his weakness but the young brunet must know if he wanted to have a relationship with him.

"I lose my temper easily and what you saw is the product of me losing it. What you've seen is who I am."

Ken did not answer, he studied the older man's features for a second before he took the hand and entwined it neatly with his own. "He's pretty!"

"Huh?" Crawford stared at the boy.

"I said… he's pretty."

"You noticed."

"Uh-huh! Who is he?"

"Someone that need help badly but can't say it. Now, forget about him and have lunch." Ken nodded and gave the older man another one of his shy smiles.

Crawford pulled the younger man closer and embraced him. "Let's go down."

Crawford, Yohji, Schuldig and Ken sat silently at the dining table, each of them was drowned in their own thoughts. A moment later Farfello joined them.

Crawford was thinking only about Ran. He would speak further with Schuldig on this matter, especially after all the information he received from the blond.

Yohji was thinking about Ken's relationship with Crawford, he wanted to talk again with the older man but not with Ken around.

Ken was thinking about the kiss he had shared with the American and he really wanted to talk with someone about how he felt towards the older man.

Farfello was thinking of buying the new model of a shovel that he saw in the infomercials.

And Schuldig was thinking when he could eat. He saw that his lover and his friend were frowning, Ken was gazing dreamily over the ceiling and the Irishman was smiling to himself.

The fiery redhead let out a loud cough. "Are we eating or are we having a wall staring contest?"

As if agreeing with Schuldig, Persia jumped up on the table and began to sniff the plastic bags and purr seductively when he smelled the fried chicken in one of them.

All of them begin eating; none of them said a word about Ran and Crawford, to Schuldig's surprise, was feeding Persia slices of fried chicken on the dining table.

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Schuldig stretched and smiled to himself when he saw the big oval bathtub in front of him. He loved soaking himself and relax his muscles in the warm water. And today, he really needed it.

They had finished their lunch ten minutes ago. Crawford had excused himself, retreating to his study room. Ken was back in his room, resuming his sleeping. The young soccer player was still sore by his previous accident and his lover was reading the newspaper. Schuldig felt like he needed a nice soaking bath.

He ran the water for the tub, adjusting the hot and cold water trying to get the right temperature. He took the lavender scented bubble bath and poured it into the running water and also few drops of relaxing oil. The scents of lavender filled the rooms and his nose. He inhaled slowly and smiled to himself again. When the water reached his desired level, he turned it off and took off his clothes; letting them pile underneath his feet he climbed into the tub and closed his eyes.

He heard a soft knock and grinned when his lover curled his lips and pouted.

"Well… well… well… someone started without me."

"You're late, blond boy, so I decided to indulge myself in this luxurious bath."

"Are you forfeiting my main prize for giving you the right answer for the lunch box earlier?"

The German couldn't help himself from giggling and extended his hands. "Come… You shall be rewarded accordingly."

This time Yohji grinned and took off his clothes, piling them together with his lover's discarded ones and slid into the tub. "Crawford surely knows the best way to let the body relax, doesn't he?"

"He sure do. Now sit down with your back facing me, I'm giving you a thorough massage… hmm.. Schuldig's massage parlor at your service."

"Are you doing some role playing now?" the blonde asked.

"Anything to please you."

Yohji chuckled. "Schu…."

"Hmmm?"

"Did Crawford tell you anything about the earlier incident?"

"A little."

"Can I know too?"

"Will it be better if you heard it from Crawford himself?"

"Yeah, but he's too tightlipped on it," the blond sighed.

"He had his own reason, love, he will tell you when he's ready."

Yohji nodded and let out a satisfied sigh when his lover massaged his back. "What about Ken then?"

"What about him?" Schuldig asked as his hands rubbed his lover's spine.

"Do you always answer a questions with a questions?" He gasped. "Oh.. That feels good, you have amazingly talented hands."

Schuldig chuckled slightly. "My hands will give you an amazing service if you stop asking questions."

"But I need to know, his feeling towards Ken. I don't want Ken hurt, if he really falls in love with Crawford, this will be his first time."

"I know, but don't you think Crawford knows that too? Why don't you just let them explore each other and move slowly with their relationship? Now, shut up, stop worrying and let Schu's most talented fingers work their way over this important client," he said as he turned Yohji to face him.

The German kissed his lover tenderly, moving his hands lazily up and down on the chest and his fingers brushed the blond's nipples. Yohji moaned at the touch and deepened the kiss, sliding his own hands beneath the water, bracketing the German's hip.

Schuldig groaned and slowly, he worked his fingers lazily until he found what he was looking for, his lover arousal and began to stroke it lovingly. He heard a satisfied moan from Yohji. They locked their gazes together, "Take me?" "Yohji asked.

"With pleasure," he answered. "How much do you think I should charge you?"

"You may have my body and my soul," the blond answered.

"Good bargain…." Schuldig's fingers found the blond's entrance and circled it with his fingertip before pressing in. "Oh! God…" he heard his lover groan again as his expert finger touched the hidden spot. Yohji bucked his hips, looking at his German lover; eyes fill with love and desire. "Be inside me. Now… please."

Schuldig happily complied, he pulled his finger free and held Yohji's body over him. The blond leaned back and lowered himself slowly. He let out a pleasured shout when he felt his lover's erection pressed against him, entering him. The German guided his lover up and down his rock hard flesh and was rewarded with a loud moan whenever he brushed against Yohji's prostate.

"Come for me, love," Yohji complied helplessly as Schuldig thrust upwards harder, eliciting more moans from them both. Not letting Schuldig do all the work, the blond lifted himself up and down; letting the bubbles and the water slosh over the side of the tub, wetting the carpet. Schuldig reached out for his lover's arousal and begin to stroke it rapidly. One final thrust from him resulted in both of them reached their completion together.

Schuldig wrapped his arms around Yohji's slumped figure and said. " How's the massage service?"

"A hundred per cent satisfaction guaranteed," the blond answered faintly.

He held his lover tightly when he heard a knock.

"Yes?" Schuldig answered.

"Stop being so loud, the chibis are coming back soon," he heard Crawford's voice.

"Oh.. Sod off, Brad!" Schuldig giggled.

They could hear Crawford grunt from outside. Yohji shook his head and looked at the floor. "I don't think Crawford would like the carpet wet."

"Yeah.. I don't think he do." Schuldig said and leaned against the blond capturing his lover's mouth for another kiss. In his mind, right now, what was important was to hold Yohji and deal with that problem later.

~TBC~