Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cope ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Cope

By: VOM

Warnings: Same as before

Rating: R

Archive: Send me your URL, and e-mail moi… (e-mail addy in first chapter).

A/N: Back to our favorite team! Well, actually, I like whatever team Schu-poos on, but whatever…^____^

Schudich's thought speak in /, because italics screwed up the last chapter. So like:: /Ken is my little babe!/

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Youji looked up at Aya, his eyes slowly meeting the other man's. He shivered as he saw what Aya's eyes had become. Cold, unfeeling. There was something underneath the surface, though. Something that maybe someone might be able to reach again. The blonde was sure that Aya wasn't born unfeeling.

"Ken isn't with me." Aya turned around to fully face the other team members. "Where." He almost never asked questions. Questions revealed that you didn't know. Not knowing was unacceptable. _Not knowing_ left reason for doubt. Omi cleared his throat, getting ready to take the hit for Youji. Before Omi could speak, though, Youji stepped forward, his eyes finding the ground again.

The blonde played with his watch, sliding the wire in and out before finally answering. "Ken's with Schwartz." Youji could feel Aya advancing on him, like something tangible in the air. The blonde was like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move away from his impending doom. He wondered if this was how Aya's targets felt right before he slashed his katana through their bodies, when they realized that there was no hope, only Aya's pity. But Aya didn't have pity. It was a weakness to be combated against, not something to be sympathized.

"And why" Aya was bearing down on Youji, "is Ken with them?" Youji visibly winced, trying to control his instinct to back away from his teammate. "When I was directing him over the radio, my coffee spilled on the blueprints-they got scattered every where- I couldn't find where he was! I swear, Aya, we'll-" Youji didn't get any farther before Aya's fist connected with his face, sending the older man sprawling toward the potted plants. Omi's eye's looked like they were going to bug out. He knew that he didn't stand a chance against Aya in a physical fight. The youngest member of Weiss still knew that the other man wasn't going to listen to reason. He jumped on the redhead, trying to hold Aya's arms behind his back so Youji could make a run for it. The blonde lay on the floor and brought his hand to his nose, feeling to blood run down his face. It started to pool on his clothes, and he felt it get past his vest and soak into his skin.

He pulled his arm underneath him and pushed his body up, trying to grasp hold of the table he'd been flung towards. The blood made his hand slippery and he could barely pull himself up without moaning. There were definitely some bruises underneath his clothes- some from missions, some from the seething man that was Aya Fujimiya.

Seeing blood on Youji's face snapped the redhead out of whatever spell he'd been under, and he immediately stopped his struggles. Omi, however, did not let go, not knowing whether Aya meant to attack the oldest man again. He tightened his grip when he felt Aya's muscles tense.

"Let go of me, Omi." Aya said coldly. He looked down at Omi, expecting instant results from his tone. "A-Aya, you can't attack Youji! He's on our side, remember? Our side!" The youngest member of Weiss pleaded with Aya.

The taller man slowly removed Omi's hands from his arms, and spat out bitterly, "I know." Before making his way up the stairs to their apartments.

Omi sighed, listening to the man go up the stairs and open his apartment door before running over to Youji, demanding to know if he was alright. The blonde waved off Omi's attention, and instead asked, "What about Ken? We need a plan, damnit!" He slammed his fist against the floor for emphasis. Omi sighed again, and brought his hands up to Youji's face, checking to see if anything was broken. "You know that we can't do anything if Aya is not here. Either we go to Swartz or they come to us, which is seeming more unlikely every minute I spend thinking about it. We can wait till tomorrow, rest up a bit. We'll have to contact Manx."

The blonde nodded his head in defeat, not happy with the waiting part but agreeing that they had to contact Manx about the situation as soon as possible.

Omi tried to smile a little but failed before helping Youji up the stairs to his apartment so he could bandage him up.

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Ken slowly felt around his arms, feeling the numerous abrasions, bruises, and burns from the other team. He stifled a moan as he gave up. His legs screamed, and he wore nothing, sitting in his own blood. Another tear ran down his cheek, making a path for more to fall. What would Aya say if he saw Ken like this? Some bitch to a telepath. Schuldich had made him see the truth. No one could love him now that he was dirty. He was something to be used and then thrown away. Gods, everything burned. Everything hurt… in-between his legs throbbed, and he could feel the blood seeping out of him, running down his legs. The door opened up again, the white light flashing in his eyes. He tried to scamper away, but found himself paralyzed in fear.

No please, not again, not again, not again… Ken sobbed as the figure took another step forward, illuminating his body. He couldn't see who it was, everything was so bright, no don't come any closer! Please don't! Please just go away! Leave me alone, please please…just go away… He felt breath against his cheek and passed out, the darkness taking over his mind.

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"Damnit Schuldich! Why did you bring him here?!" a young voice. Nagi. A drawling laugh. Sure, confident. Schuldich. "He's my new toy! Would you like to join,…

White covered him before he heard any more.

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