Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Desperate Measures ❯ Prologue / Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Pairing: Yoji/Aya

Warnings: slash (m/m), angst, violence, bad language

Rating: NC-17 (harmless now, but there are going to be graphic sex scenes later, promise!)

Author's Notes: Originally written for the AAA Fuh-Q-Fest. The challenges were:

A Challenge #38: Your characters' guardian angel is fed up. After months/years of trying to get them together, he/she is still batting 0.

First Line Challenge #6: "Would I lie to you?"

Beta: not beta-read yet. If anyone wants the job, please leave a comment.

Prologue

"Would I lie to you?"

"Sure you would. But that's besides the point here." A heavy sight. "Please, just promise me that you're not going to harm them."

"I promise you I've only the best intentions. I want the two to get happy, find love, etc. After all, that's what this is all about." Hands thrown up in emphasis.

"You are up to something, I can feel that. You sometimes tend to forget that the end doesn't automatically justify the means. It makes me fear for the two." A shaking of the head. "But it's not in my place to act. I have my own assignment to take care of." A last look back. "I will see you in a couple of days. Please, prove me wrong."

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Dr. Naizen Sakamoto was excited. With good reasons. For months now had he all but lived in this laboratory, only leaving the rooms for three, four hours of restless sleep. Food had been delivered and brought to him by an assistant or at night by one of the guards.

The doctor had no family, no wife or children who could demand his presents and force him away from his work. Which suited him just fine, as he was about to create something magnificent. Soon the whole world would know how superior he was to all his so called colleagues. Then he would sneer at them; he would finally get the attention and respect he truly deserved.

The sudden lack of light threw him out of his thoughts. To no avail did he wait for the emergency lights to go on, but the laboratory stayed in totally darkness as not even the pale moonlight coming from the windows could illuminate the ample room.

Cursing under his breath he tried to feel his way to the phone on the wall as a noise made him stop in his tracks. The doors had been opened and closed again, the fact that no light had penetrated the laboratory that moment made it clear that at least the whole floor was without power.

Though this didn't concerned the scientist anymore but that who ever had joined him didn't announce himself by any word or gesture.

Coldness crept up his spine, paired with a terrible feeling of wrongness. Instinct took over as he carefully made his way backwards, wanting to get as much space as possible between him and whatever waited for him in the darkness by the doors. All too soon he found his path blocked by his working table, stationed in the middle of the room.

Another noise, footsteps this time, getting closer.

Franticly he tried to think of something, anything. Still with his back to the table and facing the doors, he let his hands wander over the surface, searching, even if he didn't know for what. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, cold sweat already soaking his hair and shirt collar, blood loud rushing in his ears, making it hard to hear the quite footsteps, steadily coming closer.

His fingers touched something and an idea came to his mind. So panicked he was and out of his mind that he didn't realize how futile this weapon of his would be against an attacker. Instead he clutched the syringe tight in his hand. Drawing hope from the familiar feeling of it. What irony that he, a brilliant scientist, stood in this dark laboratory, awaiting an attack by an unknown killer - he was sure by now that it was an assassin coming for him - armed only with the essence of his work.

Suddenly a flash of light pierced the darkness as an errand moon ray met with steal and showed for a brief second the weapon which was about to bring an early end to his life. A false bravery took hold of him and replaced the urge to flee with the desire to fight. With all his strength he jumped forward, the hand holding the syringe raised high.

Pain surged though his whole body, centered at his chest and not even the satisfaction of knowing that he, too, had hit his target and the content of the syringe had spilled into the assassins body, could diminish the feeling of defeat and betrayal as his last breath left him. When his body went down, slumping to the cold floor, the syringe fell from his slack hand and rolled under the nearest surface, obscured from everyone's view, even if the lights had been on.

Swiftly the assassin made his way back to where he had come from. He had not felt the slim needle pierce his flesh, too focused had he been on fulfilling his mission. So it was that he left the laboratory without realizing which dangerous legacy had been given to him by Dr. Naizen Sakamoto.

Chapter One

Soft sunlight caressed naked flesh, warming it with its touch. A fresh breeze found its way through the open window, soothing heated skin and whispering sweet promises of early spring.

The body in the bed enjoyed this attention of sun and wind even in deep slumber, unconsciously shifting in a way that let the sheets slip off prominent hipbones, showing more of sun kissed skin and well formed muscles.

A low moan of pleasure escaped slightly parted lips, revealing the delicious nature of the dreams that occupied the sleeper's mind.

But loud pounding on wood let all dreams burst like soap-bubbles, forcing a sudden and rough awaking. Eyes opened wide, breathing harsh, heart beating too fast, the body jolting up in to a sitting position; not yet aware what had happened as the mind was still fogged by sleep.

"Yoji, wake up! We have the first shift! Get up and down, you have twenty minutes! Don't make me come again!" The only answer Ken got was a loud thump as something hit the other site of the door with force. He took this as a sign that Yoji had heard him.

Exact twenty minutes later - not one second less - a dressed and groomed but still yawing Yoji stumbled into the kitchen. He went straight to the coffeepot ignoring Omi and Ken for favor of his beloved morning coffee.

The first cup of coffee finished the job of waking him up, the second was sheer luxury, but then his teammates knew that Yoji was pure hedonist. At least now he was ready for human interactivity.

"So tell, why can't we keep the shop closed the day after a mission? At least once in a while. We got back at 4 am last night; in case anyone didn't notice."

Ken snorted but it was Omi who answered: "Oh, Yoji, you should know by now how important the shop is as a cover for us. We can't risk that! If the shop is closed whenever we had a mission the night before someone is bound to notice sooner or later!"

"Besides Aya and Manx would never allow it anyway," Ken interjected.

Yoji knew how useless it was to mention this particular point to Aya; their leader would in no way approve of them having a day off, not when it hadn't been planned weeks before.

"Where is Aya anyway? Usually he's the first in the morning. Did he go out?"

"I haven't seen him yet and when I came down earlier it didn't look like someone had been in the kitchen since last night." Omi shrugged. "Maybe he's still asleep?"

"Aya and sleeping in? Yeah, sure, who are you trying to kid, Omi? More likely that he forwent breakfast again and is running some errands or the like." That said Ken stood up and headed to the door of the shop. "Come on, Yoji. Work is calling!"

Resultantly Yoji followed.

TBC

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so what do you think? any good? worth continuing?