Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Borderline ❯ Arrangement ( Chapter 12 )

Disclaimer: Do I have to repeat again? Obviously.. they would never be mine...

Warning: Hmmm.. major OOC... Major AU... Major lies... and major so not the real Weiss >_<. I'm sorry. Anyway, if you still like the story, I dont mind continuing it.

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Chapter 12 - Arrangement

His soccer practice was scheduled as usual.

He was running on the green field, trying to concentrate on the game. He heard a loud whistle and a shout of `offside' from the referee and he didn't bother to hide a scowl from his teammates. He knew he played rough today, tackling the ball aggressively away from the opponents and his football Captain, Kase, had warned him for foul twice.

He did suffer as well from the results of his own foul play; there were bruises, cuts and scraps all over his hands and legs. His Captain called for a break and pulled the brunet away to the bench.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Ken answered.

His voice sounded harsh and he was in no mood to explain to his Captain how angry he was and that every time he kicked the ball, he was imagining kicking a certain someone in Crawford's house.

Not satisfied with the answer, Kase continued further, "Don't you `nothing' to me. You never played like this before; you treated your team like we were rivals, this is soccer and we play by the rules of being a team. And look at you!"

Narrowing his eyes at the Captain, the brunet stood abruptly.

"Leave me alone!" He ran out from the soccer field.

"KEN!!!"

He heard his Captain calling him, but he chose to ignore it. Instead he continued running and stopped himself right in front of his club's locker room. How could he explain how he felt at that moment? Anger? Jealous? Envy? Or maybe all of the above. Stepping into the locker room, he quickly locked the door and dropped himself on the bench. His mind strayed to last night's event.

When he saw how stiff the older man was as he strode towards the redhead's bedroom, he thought that that was it. Crawford was going to kick the boy out from his house and let whomever that was so eager to, take the responsibility away from him. He didn't understand the fuss of getting rid the other boy.

Crawford should just let him go; who in their right mind would agree to take care of a mentally unstable person who almost killed someone? Crawford wouldn't risk his own life would he? Or Omi's and Nagi's.

It wasn't the older man's duty to take care of every young man that he found on the streets, drains or whatever, not to mention crazy ones. It was not right to feel this way, but when it was his own happiness he was thinking about he had to be ruthless.

But things didn't go according to what he had thought ["But things didn't go as he had thought"]. After the so called guests left Crawford's house, Schuldig and Yohji had retreated to their room and he was left standing in the kitchen, wondering what the hell all the yelling was about. Then his eyes roamed to the redhead' s door. Crawford had entered a few minutes ago and he heard nothing. That made him curious. He thought that by now, Crawford would have questioned the boy endlessly about what he had heard from the sister and if the boy dared to lie, it would be the end of it. He knew the older man abhorred liars.

Again, he frowned as he moved towards Ran's room. There was no angry voice, only soft and gentle words were heard, not to mention reassuring, from the older man's mouth… and then he heard Ran asking about him and his relationship with Crawford.

He couldn't believe his ears when he heard the answer coming out from the American's mouth. A friend. Was that the best he could answer? That he was nothing more than a friend to him? Then what was all the kissing, the embraces all about? And what about the sex that they almost would have had if they hadn't been interrupted by that damn bitch? The older man should at least admit some responsibility… The thought of it made him think of something, something about Crawford that would be to his advantage.

Sex?

Responsibility?

A sardonic smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. Weekend was coming, he needed to execute his plan no matter how angry Yohji would be if he knew what he planned to do.

It had to be done.

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"So…." Yohji tried to break the silence between him and his lover. "Care to share your thoughts?" They were in Crawford's study room.

"Of what?" Schuldig asked, distracted. The German's thoughts were filled with concern about Crawford and what had happened yesterday night. It had been a couple of restless nights, both of them, and he had refused to discuss them. He is worried.

He knew the Tomoe family. Tomoe Akida was a model man with many supporters, the man was one of Japan's most influential figures in politics. Based on his reputation, it wasn't surprising when there were rumors that he would be the next Prime Minister replacing Takatori. A successful family, full with media coverage, not a single day gone without mentioning how the State Assembly man had improved the life of the society and their family's contribution. He read about them in magazines, TV interviews, had seen the pictures of the family. He wouldn't mind it if the Tomoe family would take care of the young man. Crawford had enough responsibility weighing on his shoulders, and not that he did notice, but lately Ken seem to be intimidated by the young man's presence.

But he sure as hell wouldn't let Takatori be in charge of Ran's custody. Something was weird about the family. He never like them before and neither did he now. The family carried an aura of arrogance, taking the law in their own hands; one of the sons was once caught for human hunting but was released due to the father's political position and it had displeased the psychiatrist overly much. The German knew that this family would not let this matter rest easily. He had a feeling that they would do something that would jeopardize his friend's reputation.

Then his mind wandered off to Aya. She was totally different from the girl he had used to know. Completely changed. The way she talked, her way of dressing and even the way she carried herself. Obstinate, that's the exact word he tried to find to describe her now. She might get a court order to force Crawford into letting her brother go. "About?" He finally answered.

"This situation… you know… yesterday's fiasco. Siblings' confession.."

"What you want me to say? That I agreed with the sister? That he is a danger to the society and has to be locked up? Is that it what you want to hear?" Schuldig glared annoyingly at his lover.

Yohji quirked his eyebrow, confused why his lover was oversensitive, "You know that's not what I want to hear." He let out a sigh. "Remember when I told you that I was trying to find Aya?"

Schuldig nodded. "What about it?"

"I went to the crime scene. Ran's house. I was there trying to find any clue of her whereabouts, a diary or anything that would lead me to where she was and of course trying to find any trace about the parents' killing. I told you that there was no sign of force entry into the house. Robbery gone wrong is not the motive."

"Yeah?"

"My theory is that whoever the assailants were, the family knew them and had invited them in… or may be they used someone that they knew and when the mother opened the door, they rushed in."

Schuldig nodded. "An ambush. There's a possibility. But what is the motive? As far as I know, the Fujimiya family did not get themselves involved in any illegal activities that might lead to their assassination."

Yohji turned his face away, standing up and walked towards the door, opening it, peeking outside and closed it. "I found other evidence… one that the Crime Scene overlooked when they were processing the house..."

"What is it?"

"There is a force entry…"

Schuldig gave him a questioning look. "But you just said…."

"Let me finish."

Schuldig let out a grumbling humph at his lover.

"The force entry was not at the main door but into a bedroom."

"Bedroom?"

"The lock was tempered with professionally, you can't see it at the first glance. They even had time to…."

"And whose bedroom are you talking about?" Schuldig asked impatiently.

"Ran's"

He heard his lover gasp in surprise. "I found a piece of cloth and dried blood at the window aisle; ran a test, it belonged to him." Taking out his notes, he turned to a particular page, scanning it with his keen eyes before continuing. "My presumption is that whoever came that night. It was Ran they were after. He was in the room, he must have jumped out of the window. Something came to my mind yesterday night. You know that I have these unsolved cases of young men went missing? No body. Nothing." He directed his gaze towards Schuldig. " I have this notion that Ran was an intended target. He fits the profile. They are all redheaded."

" And beautiful." Schuldig added.

"But this one is strikingly beautiful," Yohji corrected. "I want to know how he managed to escape if he was the victim, and maybe.. just maybe.. he might know who the main culprit is."

"Is that why he was drugged?" Schuldig whispered mostly to himself and stared at his lover seriously. "Can you get me all the files on the missing boys for the past few years. I need to examine the missing person reports."

"That I can do, but when it comes to Ran's head..." Yohji gave a frightening smile. "That is your territory."

Schuldig closed his eyes for a few seconds before answering. "I'll try, but remember his mind is still a mess, he can't remember things properly and even if he do, he will tend to fictionalize things. The drug had impaired his memory, making him delusional. Crawford told me that Ran have nightmares every night, but he couldn't make out what the boy was mumbling. I tried to talk to him about his nightmares but he just shut me out, giving me his blank look."

"Are you going to tell Crawford about this?"

"I don't think we need to. He has enough things on his mind at the moment and besides, Ran is safe. I don't think they will be stupid enough to try again but… there might be another victim, as replacement."

Their conversation was disrupted when the doorbell rang. Yohji look at his lover questioningly. Schuldig shrugged. "Ken?" he asked.

"Football practice. Crawford took Ran out."

"Omi and Nagi followed Farfello, getting some stuff for that Almighty fur ball." Yohji supplied further.

Opening the door, Schuldig let his gaze land questioningly on the two men dressed in blue uniforms standing near the gate. "Yes? May I help you?" He shouted from the door.

"We are from the electric company. There had been complaints on electricity disruption in this area. We're here to check the house-wiring."

"The house-owner is not in," he answered.

"We won't be long."

The German turned his gaze at his lover. Yohji nodded and he opened the gate for them.

"Sorry to disturb you. The neighbours complained that their security system somehow crossed with this house. We are here to rectify the problem." One of the uniformed men smiled graciously at Yohji and flashed him his employee card.

"No problem." Yohji answered, smiling back and checking on the card briefly before letting them in. "You have any plans today?" He turned his attention towards his lover.

"No. Why?"

"Like to come to Station with me? We can check on the files there."

"Sure."

One of the technicians approached Schuldig and grinned. "Everything's okay, just a minor glitch. The owner need not worry. Tip Top!" He winked.

"Glad to hear it," Schuldig answered carelessly as he locked the main door with Yohji trailing behind him. "My car?" he asked.

"Yes Master!"

"Ch!"

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Ken didn't even bother to look around the house as he walked in, he knew no one was around; the house was too quiet. Sighing slightly, he took off his shoes, carefully placing them in the cupboard before trudging towards the sofa and let himself fall bonelessly into the soft cushions. His football gears were left scattered near the door. He needed rest, sleep was to prefer as to cure his plagued mind.

His light slumber was interrupted by the sound of someone murmuring curses. Ken eyes snapped open. Shit! He remembered leaving his football gear near the door; someone might have tripped on it. He quickly rose but fell down almost immediately as blood rushed to his head. His face might have hit the floor hard if it wasn't for a pair of strong arms catching him.

Breathing slowly, he opened his eyes and was caught by a pair of mocha eyes. "Gomen. I was too tired. I must have left my things at the door."

"What happened to you?" The older man fixed his eyes on him in concern, pointing at the bruises and scrapes on his knee and arm. Ran, standing close to the older man, was watching him curiously.

"Football." He answered. "It's not serious, nothing to worry about anyway," he added halfheartedly.

Crawford stared at the younger man and rose. "Come to my room later. I'm going to take a look at those bruises." The older man turned to Ran. "You should take a shower too."

Ken watched them as they walked upstairs. Balling his fingers into a fist, he waited.

After a few minutes, when he was sure enough that Crawford was in the shower, he marched towards the stairs. Not bothering to knock, he entered the redhead's room, shutting the door behind him forcefully.

"Happy aren't you?" He asked.

"Uh?" Ran threw him a questioning look, surprised by the sudden appearance from the brunet. He should have knocked… at least.

Ken stared at him. "I know who you are. You have a sick mind." Tapping his nose as if he was thinking hard, tsking slightly he continued, "Or what they call a loose screw. By the way, Crawford know." The boy snorted when he heard a gasp.

Ken moved towards the redhead, stopping right in front of the other. Extending his hands he grabbed the other boy's chin, gripping it almost tightly with his fingers. "Don't think I'll ever give up Crawford so easily to you. This game… you won't win." Letting go of his hold on Ran, he whispered, " I just want you to disappear," and stepped out from the room.

Ran kept himself very still, not a single muscle betrayed him. He didn't blink, he didn't move and he didn't even tremble. His face didn't form any expression at all. He wondered idly if his decision to stay here was a mistake. He stared at the mirror remembering what Crawford had asked him when they were together.

/How could I trust you when you think I am crazy/

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Taking a deep breath, Ken knocked and stood in front of the door, waiting patiently for the older man to invite him in. A few seconds later the door opened, revealing the American who was still in his bathrobe.

He let out his most charming smile as he entered. Crawford motioned him to the bed and asked him to turn over and lay on his stomach. He let the older man inspect his wounds and he loved the way the gentle fingers expertly dressed his bruises with medicines and bandages.

"What do you play? Kamikaze football?"

He only chuckled and turned to see that the older man was looking at him with a frown.

"It's not funny." Crawford continued. "Some of the bruises are deep."

"It was nothing." He answered. "It's just that our team aimed to be the best this year. At least Regional Champions. So, as a striker, I need to work hard. "

"Until you hurt yourself? I might like to have few words with your Captain."

"No! No! I did this to myself. In fact, I got flashed with yellow card." Ken laughed but his laugh died when he saw that the older man was still scowling at him.

"I'm sorry. I won't make you worry anymore… I just…" He turned his eyes down, studying the thick carpet unsure how to continue .

"Just what?" Crawford encouraged the younger man to talk.

"I didn't know how to say this… I know you are busy… Maybe it's too much for me to ask… But… with the upcoming match and…" Ken stopped again, he knew he was babbling but he just couldn't bring out the exact words and of course he knew Crawford had a hint what he wanted. The older man was not stupid.

"You'd like to go somewhere this weekend?"

"Just you and me?" He asked hopefully.

Crawford didn't answer the question. He pondered and after a moment, the older man reached his hand out towards the younger man and drew him close to his chest. Ken hid his smile.

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His younger son's naked form was sprawled beside him and he had begun to snore slightly, too drained to even make his way back to his own room. He would have woke him up but decided against it. After all he had been quite rough and demanding with him earlier.

It was entirely that damn American doctor's fault.

He didn't have a chance to catch glimpse of the redhead when he was there. And when the gaijin doctor refused to let the boy go, he had kept his anger, boiling deep in him. Damn! Unable to contain his anger that was mixed with desire and lust he had stormed into his younger son's room; demanding him to fulfill and satisfy his needs.

Ran was born for him, he was sure of that. His need to taste the body of that beauty had escalated to something else, something more sinister. He became obsessed. Determined to make the boy solely his. Apart from his beauty that took his breath away, the boy was innocent - pure like an angel and virginal, untouched by man.

The thought of having Ran in his bed made his lips quirk. They would be one happy family again, his children and that most ethereal creature warming his bed. If the boy refused, he would use any measure of force until the little redhead was totally helpless and utterly depending on him as the sole protector.

Or…

Kill him if necessary, but to let the American have him? Never!

He began to stroke his son's skin tenderly, tracing it from the jaw down to the chest, chuckling softly as he heard a soft moan out from the owner's mouth. Dealing with Crawford was like playing chess. When the board was set, he would set the pace and make his first move. Time to teach that damn gaijin who was in charge in this game.

He couldn't wait to see the outcome of it. It would be so much fun.

He got up from the bed, stretching himself like cat and picked up his sleeping robe that was carelessly thrown on the floor before calling out for his eldest son using his cell phone.

A few minutes later he heard a soft knock and he smiled. His loyal son. "Enter."

His son entered, closing the door and merely stood there, waiting for his instructions.

"I think it is time for me to collect what is mine."

"Yes, Daddy."

"I will arrange to pick him up myself. In the meantime, I want you to make sure there's a transportation to move him right after my birthday."

"Yes, Daddy," he answered automatically.

"I don't want any trace of his existence left here. He will be kept somewhere where no one will find him. You know where."

Nodding, his eyes aimlessly scanned his father's bedroom and stopped abruptly when he saw the sprawling figure of his younger brother. He hated it when his father used his brother to satisfy his lust whenever he was not pleased with his own toys. And that's why he wanted that redheaded doll to be daddy's property as soon as possible.

He was protective over his younger brother, he wouldn't mind if it was him on the bed instead. His brother had inherited the looks of their mother, more effeminate and they could be labeled as beautiful, but still a poor substitute compared to his father's latest interest. He dared say that the young man's beauty surpassed any person he had seen before. Too beautiful for his own good; the sensuous lips, smooth milky skin and all his strikingly feminine looks had caught his father's attention and his father wanted to claim that young man as his own.

"Oh! I also want you to arrange an accident..."

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My sincere thanks to:

MiniMorr and Pandora, for helping me in the beta and submitting on behalf at ff.net^^

Groundling : sorry for taking too long again.. really sorry… got so much

things to do in the damn office^^

LuLu : and this the update for you. Thank you for liking it, even

though it was utterly nonsense >_<

Tysoyo Kalli: My muse said, don't threatened him to work faster, he had a

world to destroy >_< Anyway, thank you for the kind words and I hope you like this one too^^

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kato_chan : My muse said…. May be Crawford kiss him and he grin evilly..

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