Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Celebrity Is... ❯ Signs of Jealousy ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

Immediately after leaving Aunt Tila’s home, Yohji paced around the passenger door of Ran’s car.

“Are you gonna be okay?” asked the redhead.

“What am I supposed to do? Where the hell do I go from here?”

“Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll pull up some records on the building, do some snooping around. I’m sure I’ll be able to come up with enough information.”

“Fine,” the taller man sighed. “But, there’s no way I’m going back there. Guess I’ll be staying in a hotel tonight.”

“Yohji...” The red haired man looked somberly across the hood of the car into his lover’s eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe. I’ll totally stay with you.”

“You don’t have to,” Ran shook his head.

“Babe,” Yohji walked to the other side of the car. He grabbed the other man’s hands. “You know I didn’t mean anything by it. I don’t mean to exclude you. Total slip of the tongue.”

“Yeah,” the shorter man sort of smiled.

“Now kiss me.” The actor puckered up and closed his eyes. He felt soft lips connect with his own and smelled the sweet sent of his lover’s hair as part of it tickled his face. “It was just a kiss,” began the long haired man. “...but every time you do it, it means so much.” He reopened his eyes to see Ran staring at him intently. “What is it?” he asked softly.

“I think you may actually love me.”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes...it is.” The redhead let go of his lover’s hands and unlocked the car doors.

+++

Early in the morning Ran sat at the edge of his bed, watching the rise and fall of Yohji’s chest as he slept peacefully. Part of him still wasn’t sure if any of this was real. Sure, he could deal with the ghost thing but, he still had his reservations about what was going on between him and the older boy. He wanted to believe it was love, truly he did. It’s just that he began to question whether he knew what love was exactly. Did it only go so far? Had it really been okay for Lydia to treat him the way she did? Was that love? Or could it be like it is in the movies where honesty and devotion actually exist?

Upon finishing a cup of coffee, it was time for the bodyguard to stop by headquarters and cancel the transfer he’d requested. He made a direct line for the paperwork bin and sorted through the other documents for his own. “Okay,” he breathed, taking what he needed from the pile. He was glad that it hadn’t been processed yet. He went to his desk and began to do some light typing when he heard a loud commotion start up. At first it didn’t bother him but, more and more of his co-workers began rushing to the front of the building.

“Ran, come’ere quick!” someone yelled.

The redhead came to his feet. Everyone made way for him as he approached the hall. The noise outside became louder until finally he was able to see what was going on outside through the glass doors. Lydia was standing on the hood of his car, screaming at the top of her lungs for him to come out. Anger rose in the red haired man seeing that his windshield had been cracked.

Ran exited the building and stood in front of his car but, at a safe distance from the madwoman on top of it. “Oh, so you’ve finally decided to join me?” she asked sarcastically. “Do you think this is funny?!” she asked, climbing off the hood and shoving a magazine in his face. Holding it out, the front cover depicted a photo of he and Yohji kissing in the supermarket parking lot. Apparently, a photographer from the charity auction had followed the actor’s destinations after departing from the function. “What the fuck?!” Lydia started stamping her feet and making fists with her hands. I don’t deserve that!” she slammed a hand against Ran’s car. “This is exactly why I never wanted to tell any of my friends or family about you. I just knew you weren’t worth considering as a real boyfriend. I’m too good for you! But ya know, maybe this isn’t all that bad. Obviously no woman could ever give you what you really want.”

“The only thing you couldn’t give me was love.”

“And you think that Yohji will? I know you aren’t that stupid. Everybody knows that man goes from one lover to the next, his type always does. He’s a bad boy.” The dark haired girl curled a heavy smile. “Wow, you actually think he likes you...that is so cute,” she said sarcastically and walked back over to her car. “When you’re rich and famous like Yohji and I, it’s okay to take the world for granted. Everybody wants us and they always will. That’s why there’s not such thing as bad publicity, remember? And it’s the same reason you let me treat you like dirt for so long. Snap out of it, Ran. Different sorcerer, same spell.”

Ran tried not to look as if her words had affected him when Lydia drove away. The problem was that he’d already been harboring so much doubt in his mind that it was hard not to take her malicious warnings into consideration. Suddenly feeling angry for the added feelings of distrust that the girl had resurfaced in him, the bodyguard decided to take legal action. He called the police which, is something that people in the industry rarely ever did because anyone with money hardly ever got touched and retaliation was a promise. But, with all those witnesses in broad daylight and sufficient evidence, the case should have been hard to ignore.

A policeman from the station located directly next to the building Ran worked in came over to take a look at the damage to his car and make a write-up. Afterward, the redhead tried his best to just get back to work and complete whatever it was he’d been doing earlier. The sooner he finished his regular duties, the sooner he could do some investigating on Yohji’s behalf.

+++

Six different records of death came back on Yohji’s apartment building. The first four happened nearly one hundred years ago when the structure was first used as a fabric assembling mill. During the industrial period, it was common for women from working class families to work in factories or mills and it was also common for them to die early due to poor working conditions. But, the spirit bothering Yohji had been identified as male based on the it’s voice so, it seemed safe to assume that the machinery explosion deaths occurring in 1913 had nothing to do with what was happening in the apartment. Two deaths in 2005 however, seemed very suspicious. He was only able to identify one name and fortunately, it was also male. Ran searched for the man’s family name in a phone book. There was one listing in town so, he picked up the phone and called. “Hello, I’m looking for Omi Tsukiyono.”

“This is he.”

“My name is Ran Fujimiya. I’d like to know you if you are in any relation to Kouta Tsukiyono?”

“Look, I don’t have anything left to give you people. Just leave me alone!”

Ran heard the phone click and he sighed to himself. [Alright,] he thought. He typed the boy’s name into his computer’s database and was able to pull up his exact address. Not twenty minutes later, the redhead showed up at Omi’s small apartment near a park. He rang the door bell and knocked a few times but, there was no answer. He started to leave his business card when he noticed a young man with his dog, walking out of the park and up to the apartment.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, I spoke to you on the phone earlier.”

“Oh, go away!” the shorter man insisted as he lightly tugged on his rat terrier’s leash to stop it from jumping on his unwanted house guest. “He’s dead and it happened in a really sad way. Why do you insist on reopening old wounds for me and everyone related to him? There’s no story here!”

“I’m not a reporter, okay?”

“Then what the hell are you doing here?”

“Kouta, he owned a high rise apartment in the tower district.”
“Apparently,” Omi said with an attitude.

“Well, I know someone who lives there now and some weird shit’s been goin’ down.”

“What do you mean?”

“The place is...it’s haunted.”

The younger man’s eyes flew open. “You’re nuts!”

“Listen to this.” Ran had a tape recorder in his hand, he pushed play and the conversation between Lydia, Yohji and the third voice began. “Did any of those voices sound familiar to you?

Omi swallowed hard. “Where’d you get that?”

“It’s a recording from the apartment. I can account for the first two voices but, the third one, it’s Kouta isn’t it?”

“It can’t be...”

“But, it can and it is. So, come on, talk to me. I’m afraid for my friend. This spirit is getting stronger and it may someday decide to start venturing beyond the walls of the apartment.”

“Kouta, my cousin, he was never a vicious man.”

“Well, he’s been doing awful things and–,”

“Someone else died in that apartment the same night that he did,” the boy interrupted. “It was his girlfriend.”

Ran looked away in thought. Now he knew the identity of the sixth person to die in the building. “Tell me more.”

“She killed Kouta, dumped him someplace and then came back to his apartment with a suicide note justifying everything. We didn’t even get to have a proper funeral for my cousin because his body was never found.”

“Why’d she do it?”

“Because, he was becoming successful. I mean, nobody who lives in that building is hard on their luck. Nobody. He started making a lot of money modeling, doing spots on sitcoms and at the height of it all, he had his own television show in the works. Danni kept sabotaging him out of jealousy. She was into acting too but, didn’t have an ounce of talent. When Kouta finally couldn’t take it anymore and decided to break up, she...his blood was everywhere. It was horrible...” Omi couldn’t go into detail, it was too painful.
“Then, it’s definitely her causing all the trouble.” The redhead rubbed the side of his face. “Thank you,” he said and began to race back to his car.

“Later,” Omi shrugged and picked up his dog who kept pawing at his leg. He watched the bodyguard back out of the driveway before going inside.

+++

On his way home, Ran scheduled for the carpet in Yohji’s apartment to be shampooed. He was still on the phone with the cleaners when he got home and walked in the door. “Yeah, that’ll be fine,” he agreed into the receiver. “Sure, I’ll be there to let someone in. Thanks, goodbye.” He shut the phone and put it on a small table in the entryway. From the corner of his eye, he could see Yohji sitting on the couch, snacking on chips.

“You wanna share a sandwich with me?” the long haired man asked.

“Sure,” the younger man said quietly. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He sank into the comfort of the sofa and took a thankful look at the food on his coffee table. “So, how are we gonna split this? Do I need to get a knife?”

“Wha?” the older man asked with a mouth full of food. Ran slowly turned his head to see that Yohji had already cut the sandwich in half and was eating his piece. So, the monstrosity left behind was completely and wholly for the redhead himself. Which, was just as well because he was plenty hungry.

The first bite was the best. Roasted turkey with cheese, lettuce and everything in between. Ran washed it down with his beer, finishing the entire bottle in nearly one gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sighed in contentment. “I’m getting the carpet at your place shampooed later today.”

“Cool,” Yohji nodded. He turned his head to watch as the red haired man got up to retrieve yet another beer from the refrigerator. “Whoa, take it easy,” the actor suggested, seeing the liquid disappear.

Ran stared at the beer bottle, gently setting it on the kitchen counter and began to speak. “Lydia fucked up my car earlier.”

“What?! Why? Oh...did you tell her about us?”

“No but, there’s a big photo of you and I kissing in the tabloids today.”

“Holy shit. Shinuki might kill me.”

“Never. I’m your bodyguard, remember?”

“Of course,” Yohji smiled. “You look disturbed.”
“It’s nothing. I’ve got it taken care of.”

“Well let me give you a back massage.”

“No.”

“Awe, c’mon. Loosen up.”

“Lay off,” the redhead replied firmly.

“Why are you shutting me out again? God, just when I thought the two of us were going to be able to have an honest relationship, you clam up on me.”

“You want honesty, fine. I have my reservations about you.”

Yohji sat there feeling cold, looking onward at the other man. “I made love to you...”

“You do that to a lot of people.”

“I fuck a lot of people. It has nothing to do with love.”

“You sound like you’ve given this speech before.”

“No but, I’ve prepared for the day when I might have to have a talk like this with someone I feel like I could actually spend the rest of my life with.”

Ran gave Yohji the full attention of his eyes. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I don’t!” The actor got up from the couch frustrated and walked over to the kitchen. Stepping past his bodyguard he put his sandwich plate in the sink. He then went into the spare bedroom he’d used once before and shut the door behind himself.

After a few moments, the redhead tried the door knob to Yohji’s temporary room but, it was locked. “Yohji,” he knocked. “I still need to talk to you about a few things.” There was no response. “Fine, I’m heading over to your apartment to move the furniture out of the way before the cleaners get there. If you need me, call my cell.”

The long haired man listened through the door as he heard his lover exit the house. Eventually, he emerged from the locked room with a pitiful look on his face. He’d been crying a little. Yohji had finally found someone with a real heart, a lover who desired the company of a kindred spirit just as much as he did but, this person was too hurt to accept the actor’s sincerity. Too afraid of being let down all over again.

Yohji slammed his hand against the wall in a bit of a tantrum and then rested his back against it, arms folded. This being in love stuff was hard work. It took a lot of dedication and understanding. The green eyed man smirked to himself because part of him felt glad. He finally had someone to throw tantrums over and feel all mushy about. Sure things had started out rocky but, it was only because he now had someone worthy of being in love with and the fight was a good fight. “Shit, Yohji,” the man said to himself. With a new sense of peace, he grabbed his keys and locked up. Making up with Ran over the phone just didn’t seem fitting. He needed to do it in person.

+++

At the apartment building, Yohji parked in his stall and pulled down the vanity mirror to take a good look at his hair. “Okay,” he sighed. Riding the elevator up, the actor began to feel butterflies in his stomach. He wondered if his lover would be receptive of him or not. After all, the older boy had been real brat earlier.

The apartment’s front door was ajar and the long haired man could hear furniture being shifted around. He walked inside to see Ran huffing and puffing away. The redhead looked up and took notice. “Don’t close the door all the way, the carpet people will be here soon,” he insisted. “And I thought I told you to call me if you needed something.”

“I know but, I wanted to see you. I felt it was best to do all this face to face.” Yohji took the other end of the coffee table and began helping to lift it onto the tile in the kitchen.

“Listen, I don’t want you here.”

“C’mon, don’t be mad,” the taller man pleaded.

“It’s not that. I don’t want you anywhere near this apartment. I found some things out earlier that make me scared for you.”

“What?”

“I listened to those recordings again. That third voice sounded really desperate and fearful. His name was Kouta and I think there’s another spirit in here that’s tormenting him.”

“So, what does that have to do with me?”

“Kouta was an actor, just like you. He was killed by a girlfriend who was jealous of his fame before killing herself. I think she becomes confused by the similarities between your character and his. She could really start turning her anger toward you full force and I don’t want that to happen.”

Yohji looked puzzled for a moment. “Okay well, I guess I could leave for a while. I mean until the carpet and stuff is shampooed.”

“It would make me feel better.”

“Okay, I’ll just head out now.” The older boy stopped at the front door and turned around. “I love you.”

“Me too.”

“No, tell me you love me. Say ‘I love you’ go ‘head.”

“I love you...”

“It’s not supposed to be a punishment, Ran.”

“Well, that’s the way it always ends up. I’m just not ready to, to–,”

“Accept the fact that what we have is real? I know but, when you are...I’ll be here,” Yohji nodded. “See ya later.” He reached for the door knob and it slammed shut. He backed up slowly. “Holy...”

“Stay there!” The bodyguard nearly flew across the room. “You okay?”

“Yeah but–,”

“Don’t worry.” Ran tried the door knob. “Ahhh!” he yelled. It was burning hot. He pulled his hand inward.

“I’ll go get some ice.” The taller man took off.

“No, Yohji. Stay close!”

“It’ll just take a sec–. Oh shit!” Yohji came to a stand still as he saw things around him begin to shake and wobble. The coffee table that they’d moved into the kitchen came skating across the floor, right at him. He felt himself pushed out of the way and looked just in time to see the red haired man jump on top of the table before it struck him. Unfortunately, it threw him off and he hit his head against the wall. “Ran!”

“It’s okay,” the bodyguard said in a daze. He tried to stand up but, his feet would hardly hold him.

The green eyed man covered his head with his arms, to block the things being thrown in his direction while walking to the redhead. He hoisted his lover up and was determined to get him out that front door. “C’mon stand.”

“Yohji, just leave me. Just get out! It’s after you, n-not me. I’ll be fine.” The younger man’s voice was beginning to slur.

“You’re hurt!”

“Take off your shirt and wrap it around your hand before opening the door. Go fer...hel..help...”
“Ran! C’mon, stay with me!”

“Go...”

“Honey, please!” the older man begged with tears in his eyes. His worst fear was leaving and coming back to find his lover more battered and bruised then he already was. But, Yohji’s way of doing things just wasn’t working. His best bet was to listen to the other man’s advice and get out first. Quickly, he took of his shirt and heavily wrapped it around his hand. Making his way for the door, the phone cable wrapped it’s way around one of his feet and attempted to lock both of his legs together. Thankfully, the actor managed to step halfway out of the trap and made it a bit closer to the door. He reached for the knob and hung on tight as the cord succeeded in wrapping itself all the way around his legs and then grabbing him backward. Ironically, the force helped him pull the front door wide open. Two men dressed in grey utility uniforms were standing on the other side. It was the carpet cleaners. They looked onward in shock. “Help me, dammit!” Finally, the stout one snapped out of it and began untangling Yohji. The skinnier one tried to wake up Ran.

“Hey, what’s wrong with this guy?”

“That’s my boyfriend. He got hit in the head. Help me carr–, Oh no you don’t!” The long haired man wedged himself in the doorway before it closed up again. The other two men carried Ran out into the hallway. They rode the elevator down quietly before Yohji broke the silence. “Yeah...I guess you guys won’t be cleaning the carpet today.”

+++

Ran was taken to a hospital. Yohji got him the best care available but, the younger man still didn’t seem to want to wake up. “How long will he stay like this?” the actor questioned a doctor.

“I’ll be honest, he’s in critical condition. This state might actually do him a lot of good for a while. He needs to rest. But, he’s young, his body is in good shape. That should help too,” answered the woman.

“So, what do I do for him?”

“Talk to him.”

“But–,”

“I know that doesn’t sound like much but, it could really help heal him.”

“What should I say?”

“Positive things. You’re an actor, right?”

“Yes.”


“Well, then you know all about being creative. I’m sure there’s a million things you could think of. Or just say whatever’s closest to your heart,” the doctor shrugged. “I’ve gotta go take care of some other patients in the meantime. But, I’ll be back, okay?”

“Alright,” Yohji agreed. He held his lover’s limp hand and kissed it. “I wonder where you’ve gone.”

+++

Ran awoke in Yohji’s apartment. But, something was different. The furniture was all wrong. He was laying on a couch that was unfamiliar. Upon sitting up, he saw a stranger. “Hello,” the person greeted.

“Uh, hello. Where am I?”

“This is my apartment.”

“Oh, how far are we from Yohji Kudou’s unit? I need to get back to him.” The redhead attempted to leave

“This is his unit.”

“Okay...I’m confused.”

“Not that confused. I see the wheels turning in your head. You’ve figured it out, haven’t you?”

“I’m dead.”

“Not exactly. Your body is still alive. They took it to a hospital not too far from here.”

“Is this even possible?”

“I asked myself that for the first couple months, now it’s been a couple years.”

My name is Kouta, by the way,” the man introduced himself as he poured two cups of tea. “Enjoy.”