Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Cry ❯ Don't Cry ( Prologue )

Don't Cry

By: Anna Hibiki

Rating: R, demo if I continue, it could change.

Disclaimers : Weiss is not.mine! It belongs to Koyasu-sama and other people with much more money than me.

Warnings : Shounen-ai/Yaoi, OCC, angst, torture, kawaii Crawford. If you don't like that, then you can go to read my other WK fic "...Lies Bleeding in my arms" (I love to make publicity of anything I write or draw ^.^; ).

Notes : Things in Italic are thoughts.

[Wanna thank Patti for beta reading this fic ^^ *hugs Patti*]

Don't Cry (revised chapter)

He sighed softly as he sat on the couch and turned the TV on. He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking the smoke into his lungs and letting it go slowly.

He was tired of this. The same thing night after night. Day after day.

He was tired of this torture.

The tall man started to laugh bitterly, until his laughs died in his throat, being replaced by choked sobs.

No matter what he did, but they continued to come. No matter how drunk he would get, how loud the TV was, how many women he slept with, he could still hear them even louder than his own screams.

Was he crying again?

But there weren't any tears in his eyes, now closed.

He was tired of crying, it made him so weak...

He had learned that the more you cry, the more you'll get tortured. He had learnt that when he was a kid while he was being mistreated and raped.

He cried then, and it got worse.

Later, when he was an adult, things didn't really change. Now he was an assassin, and a really good one. He seemed to be strong. He was supposed to be strong.

But was he?

Nothing had changed. He continued being the weak whore he had been before, and it wasn't going to change ever.

His boss had decided that he was his favourite whore, and not happy with it, he himself had decided to make it even worse than it was.

He didn't want to look, but he knew his pants were stained with blood, and his body was bruised everywhere.

But he wasn't going to look at it.

He didn't want to see how weak he was, how weaker he was getting every day.

A hand on his shoulder.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!" he screamed and slapped the hand off. When he calmed a little, he looked into those dark eyes filled with concern. He noticed that his team-mate had a bruise in his left cheek.

So Crawford had been tortured today, too? Probably even little Nagi had been. And it filled him with an incredible rage. How could anyone do that to a sweet thing like Nagi?

Weren't you a little sweet thing the first time you were tortured? That kid's gonna have the same life you had, he thought to himself.

"Let me alone!" he yelled, trying to pull out of his team-mate's embrace.

He then felt his body being lifted from the couch and let himself be carried towards the bathroom.

"Stop crying. It's ok now." Brad said softly as he filled the bathtub with warm water and poured some soap into the water. "I'll take your clothes off for you," he said quietly as he stripped him carefully, trying not to hurt his team-mate more than he already was.

Once he was totally naked, he helped him to sit into the bathtub, and caressed his hair gently when he almost whimpered in pain.

He knew the water was warm, even a little too hot, but he felt cold and couldn't stop the shivering of his body.

Of course Brad noticed. "Relax, stupid." he said while he started cleaning his lover's hair. "I have to clean you before I take care of your wounds."

"But…" he tried to say as the other man rinsed his hair with the hot water. "You don't have to-"

"I don't. But I'm going to do it whether you like it or not." Brad said firmly, making the other understand that he had the last word in. He always had.

"Thank you, Brad..." he received a sad smile and a little kiss on the cheek as the hazel-eyed man carefully cleaned his bruised body.

Crawford loved him. He knew that. His words, his actions, the way he looked at him and how he held him in the night showed him how strong the American's feelings for him were.

He started to cry again, sobbing softly as he tried to hide his face against his knees. He didn't want to be here.

No matter how much he cared for Nagi, or how much Brad loved him. No matter how much the older man tried to help him.

You aren't Ken... he thought as Crawford's arms wrapped around him, trying to give him comfort but failing.

You aren't Ken…

Tsu zu ku?

How was that? I dunno how i ended writing this. I was going to write a totally different thing, but my fingers started to write this alone (hai, Mr. Inspiration-sama is paying me a visit).

Whatever. I supose you know who's the main character here, ne? I never said who it was, but it's obvious. And why does he say that Brad-chan's not KenKen? Brad-chan's so kawaii... *drools*

Now I'm trying to decide if 1) I finish the fic here, or 2) I continue it and see what he does with Ken and Crawford, without forget poor Nagi-chan.

What do you think? If you have any questions or ideas, leave me a review, pliiiz!

Nos vemos!