Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Closer to the Wall of Confessions ❯ Installment #3 ( Chapter 3 )

got dressed in a pair of tight black leather pants and a loose fitting white silk shirt. Over that he applied his trademark trench coat and tied it at the waist. He needed to get out tonight. After failing such a simple mission, Weiss was sure to get an earful from the curly haired bitch. Ran wasn't in the mood and felt like being amongst civilans tonight. He left his car behind, knowing that it would attract Manx's attention and would keep him from escaping. He walked out the apartment and down the stairwell to the park. As he passed the first black iron bench, Ran noticed a snowflake dancing before his face. He grinned upon acknowledging it and gave a small chuckle to himself. He personally loved winter and the snowy weather that came with it. It would remind him of moments from his past, ones with Aya and himself as young children, playing sweetly in a foot or two of snow.
he knew it, he had walked straight through the park and when he turned to see the path, it was covered in a few inches of snow. Ran carefully righted himself and crossed the empty street while the light was red. He was always cautious, even when it came to the trivial things in life. An assassin had to be, if not, they wouldn't make it through the night. Assassins were quick and sly and graceful, all of which Ran prided himself in. He usually kept to himself but he didn't want to be alone tonight. It was cold and he wanted to hold an intellegent conversation with another soul, no matter what the subject be. He needed human contact and if he were man enough, Ran would have said he needed to be touched. After that brief sight of Oracle earlier, Ran had been captivated. He wanted those bright confidents eyes smothering him, those strong hands holding him down, and that quiet mouth wrapped around his finger and travel to his... Ran stopped and stumbled as he realized he was nearly run down by a silver BMW.
almosting meeting his sister's bleak fate, he rushed into a nearby alley and took a few deep breaths. He'd never done anything so...reckless in his entire life. No fantasy had ever occupied his mind so intensly. He cursed himself and blew breath into his red chapped hands. Ran was getting cold, another foreign feeling and decided a drink would do him good. He went into the local bar and sat at the counter waiting for the bartender. He approached Ran and nodded towards a bottle of sake. Ran shook his head in disapproval and a man behind him sat down to his left and spoke, "Champaign. Something special for such an exquisite creature, ehh, Kai?" Ran froze at the voice and could only watch as Kai went and retrieved two glasses of the bubbly treat. The man sat a glass before Ran and the second in front of the man to his left before leaving them alone. "Is it really wise for you to get drunk after I barely miss running you over?" The man chuckled and pressed a gloved hand on Ran's back. Immediately Ran jumped up from his seat like a cat would upon getting it's fur wet. "Don't you ever touch me. Do you understand me Oracle?" Ran's eyes were burning with a rage that surpassed any caged animal and he began second guessing his notion to leave his katana in his apartment. "Or you'll do what Kitten, enjoy it?" Crawford raised a hand in the redhead's direction but reached for his glass to take a sip.
Schwartz could get under Ran's skin and make him this on edge. He hated to be toyed with and it just had to be Crawford tonight. Why couldn't it have been Berserker? At least then he could have gotten a workout. But no, Fate had decided to fuck with his head a little bit more. Why couldn't he just lead a normal life? "Fuck off, Oracle." Ran didn't face the man with such a vulgar remark, it wasn't his style. Crawford smiled and turn his body toward Ran's. "Oh Kitten, you say the sweetest things. But you know, I'd like it more if you were the one doing it for me." Ran choked and knocked his glass over the counter, grabbing everyone's attention. He nodded and apologized for the glass, throwing some money on the counter and turned to leave, not saying anything to the man that now stood behind him. "That was very rude of me, please, allow me to make it up to you?" Ran eyed Crawford over his shoulder and made a low growling noise. He started to walk out the bar when Ran felt arms circle his waist. "Do you have any clue what you do to me?" Crawford was whispering in his ear and the redhead was starting to like it. Although it frightened him when he felt a slight pressure at the back of his thigh. Ran grinned and decided he could play the game too, "Aren't you ever unarmed?" "Not when it comes to you, Kitten."
should have been reeling from the conversation between himself and his mortal enemy. So much for intellegence. Crawford took Ran's silence as a possible invitation and walked them out the door and gently pressed his captive against his car. The redhead turned around and began to fear the direction the situation was heading. The American was pawing at his trench coat and running his hands up the slim sides of the man before him. Crawford was breathing heavily and quickly as he placed his mouth on Ran's neck and kissed his jugular. Ran moaned and thrust up and into the other's hand as it pet his thigh. "Stop this. Now." "What's wrong Kitten? Aren't I doing it for you? Would you prefer a blond?" The redhead stopped and looked Crawford in the eyes. Could he honestly think that he wanted Youji? Ran wanted to see how far he could push the American before having to fight his way out of this. "What if I do?" Ran could only blink as he felt Crawford slam his body into the door of the silver vehicle. He could tell that that had pissed the other off and that he would be paying for his taunting. The larger man gaze was burning into Ran's and began again, "I guarantee I would be better, " and with that he drew in close to the redhead.