Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cope ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Title: Cope

Author: VOM

Author's Excuse: I'm so sorry its late! I didn't mean for it to be. My comp is completly screwing up, and Word isn't working.... I'm writing this on WordPad

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Ken moaned as he was picked up. His arms dangled loosly from his sides, his head hanging limply. Brad sighed deeply. Schuldich was getting out of hand. They would have to return Siberian soon. All of Weiss was needed in the future. The idiot German had known this; but he never was good at following orders. How Esset expected him to get anything doe with that man was beyond him. He was pulled back to the present by Siberian, who moaned again.

Prickles of pain shot throught his arms and legs- especially on the inside of his thighs. He forced his eyes open and saw a hazy black figure; somewhere in the back of his mind he registered the figure as Crawford, but only one thought came to mind as he saw the light glint of Crawfords glasses.

Savior.

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Ran felt the other man's touch linger on his hip; currently his dance partner was almost completly wrapped aound the red-head, obviously mimicking the motions of sex. As Ran thought more and more about what he was doing, disgust slowly grew in his mind. He was out of the man's hands in a second, going off into the group of people near the bar. He could tell they were new. The bar was there just for them, usually. Just there for them to get buzzed enough to dance and get fucked.

Of course there were a few more _frequent_ patrons practically having sex in the booths, but Ran easily ignored it. Not his concern.

He slid onto a stool, holding his head in his hands. He was starting to get a headache. No matter how many times he cam to these clubs, his head still hirt after a few hours of the continuous throbbing beat. How could people stay here for eight hours? He quickly ordered a drink, watching the bartender's every move. making sure nothing was slipped in his drink. His eyes found the boy he'd been watching earlier, seeing the scared look in his eyes as a group of guys started dancing around him, grinding and touching.

Ran melted into the stool more as he drank, his mind drifting. He couldn't fall asleep- the music assured that- but he was out of it. A warm fuzziness entered his brain as the alchol his his bloodstream. He sighed and drank deeper, embracing the warmth that felt like the mothers touch he missed so much.

He wanted to go home now.

Back to Aya-chan, his mother and father- he wanted it all back. Suddenly Ran threw the glass at the long black haired boy. It shattered against the wall in back of the kid, surprising him and knocking him away from the other men. The boy's friends looked over at Aya, muttering under their breath.

The assasin managed to catch the eyes of the boy for a few moments.

"Get out!" Aya screamed across the room. For all the boy knew he was mouthing it. The kid's eyes widened a bit, but was dragged back to the groups table by a girl dressed in a tank top and short skirt.

Damn it.

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Ken woke in a bed. It was a weird feeling, being surrounded by fluffy white pillows and sheets that felt like satin. His head didn't hurt, either, which was a surprise. Maybe he was in heaven...?

Doubtful, but it was the only thing Ken could think of. Usually killing people didn't get you on the good side of God.

He'd enjoy his sliver of heaven while he could.

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2cd A/N: Short, but I need Word to really write. There isn't even a spell check on this version!