Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Flammentanzer ❯ Flammentanzer ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Again… if I own Weiss or Schwarz, I wont be writing this fiction instead I will be drooling over all eight of them for 24/7.

Author's admission: I have been holding on this chapter due to some reason, First, I cant write a thing on romantic part and second I have adopted a kitten which I named Schwarz. I couldn't write anything since she always took my pen and pencil away -_-And since I have been holding on too long and feeling remorse, I decided to post this unbeta chapter. I will post the edited one once it was done. Therefore, mistakes on grammars, spelling and plots are unavoidable -_-. If anyone finds any loopholes on the plot, please do inform me, I try my best to unloop the holes ^__^

Note of thanks:

Nekojita_chan: Thank you again for your review… and here is Omi. I hope you like him in this chapter. If you are wondering, Omi had a Multiple Personality Disorder, so his character shifted from Omi (nice) to Mamoru (evil). I would like to portray his character kind like Gollum in LOTR… Ah… and the kissing scene between Yohji and Ran. I know I somehow didn't do it well enough. I will improve it when I received the beta version ^^

Pandora-chan: I hope you have a nice vacation in Japan ^^ Schu is always sexy *grin*

Misura-san: Arigatou gozaimasu! Dunkel is Darkness indeed. I got that name from Pandora^^. Omi is here in this chapter and I hope you enjoy him too. I have an idea for his part in this fiction and just trying to figure out how to write it. Ken… sweet Ken… poor Ken… *pondering with a sly smile* I might try writing another fiction with Weiss and Schwarz, this time it would not and AU and OOC. And lastly, I love all your writing too^^

MiniMorr-san: Hope you like this one too and thank you for all the help that you had given me *hugs*

Chapter 6 -The Dark Half

Mamoru Takatori arrived at the village where Yohji and Ran were located a week ago together with his uncle's men in the chopper. His uncle had requested him to be here, to help him on a mission. A stakeout! His mission is to gain the exact location of the blonde that he was observing at this moment. His uncle need him to infiltrate their target household as it seems that their first attempt to get hold of both of them was a disaster… /No.. not disaster- a catastrophe. Bunch of incompetence idiots!/ he thought.

Observing the blonde had been quite a fascinating experience for him, day after day he had been stalking blonde, not making any contact yet. No! he didn't want to haste in this mission. The key to a successful mission is perfect planning and good acting skill! He was still amazed by the gracefulness and the kind personality shown by the other man. The blonde is now picking up the vegetable crates and carried it into the shop. He saw his eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald green, he didn't need to study the eyes, he knew. /Such pale eyes-depressed eyes/

The blonde look up, met his eyes and smiled, for a moment he thought that the emerald eyes had noticed his presence. He was mistaken; the blonde didn't see him, he sees through him. What a weird smile- beautiful, almost sad. He had that terrible sadness on his face.

The depressed eyes and sad smile somehow reminded him of his other half. `Omi'. The silent partner. He snorted, cursed and gave a sharp hiss, spitting to the ground whenever he thinks about Omi. Daddy's Queen of Hearts. Being naïve with those biiiig blue eyes of his. He had the same color of eyes with Omi, but his eyes were has no depth of innocent in it, his are cold and calculated.

He didn't think much Omi, a nuisance and an inconvenience to him. He is Omi's dark half; between him and Omi he has more control over his silent partner. Omi didn't know his presence but he knew Omi's existence and one day, he thought he vowed to get rid of Omi.

Today he had calculated his plan again, searching for any loopholes and glitches. He found none. Satisfied, he turned his attention back to the blonde, resuming his watch over him. The shop will be closed soon and that means the blonde would be leaving home to meet the redhead. He knew about the blonde partner- he had seen him and completely admired that very pretty thing. The redhead is like a walking living doll and a nice fat trap had been set for the both blonde and that fiery redhead doll.

He ruffled his strawberry blonde hair, messing it more. He look at his own clothes, torn, his body and faced were smeared with mud and scratches. His own doing, he yawned, stretched himself and walked towards the forest, whistling and humming.

When he reached at the designated place. He stopped. He had plan well-and took pride in setting things up and watched the elements fall into place. A few moments he would let that goody-two-shoes to take his place, he will watch and control when needed. That sucker must be pretty freaked out, can't wait to see his face

He had woken up with his head feeling slightly dizzy and he was lying on something soft and wet-something is wrong-he knew it, he tried to open his eyes and when he succeeded he saw trees-lots of trees-big trees and it was definitely not the trees from the garden. He brought his hands up to his face, rubbing his eyes, feeling something sticky. He look at his hands and his face turned white. Mud. He darted up, eyes shooting frantically of his surroundings. Where am I?

He has no recollection of what had happened. He met someone. A tall man with a platinum hair, then after that time seems to turn to mist and everything was blank.

He began to panic, he knew that sometimes he will spaced out, going to another place and end up in another, but this is far-too far away. He saw a bag lying next to him. Without thinking, he grabbed the bag and began running, trying to find the way out from the forest and collided with a man. A tall, young blond man.

Yohji pulled the shop shutter down and locked the shop. His eyes were gazing at the purplish sky, the same color of the sky when they left the town a month ago, right after the housekeeper had knocked on the door sending an extra pillow that he had requested interrupting his moment with Ran.

When he turned, Ran was already up from the bed with his face still red from the blushing. He didn't talk about it and they had remained silence all the way to the village.

It took them two days to reach the village, by hitch hiking a car, he had make sure Ran was properly disguised because of he is the one who easily created attention. Ran disguised reminded him of Michael Jackson and he didn't know why.

When they reach the house, it was locked and Yohji had tried not so successfully to open it. Ran had pushed him aside gently and sparked the knob. The house was not as big as he thought, more like a cabin with two bedrooms and a kitchen. A master bedroom and a small room that Yohji knew it is Asuka's room. He grimaced at the memories of Asuka. Yohji had rummaged through the house and had found some money in the Master's bedroom. They can't rely with the money he found in the drawer, he had to find a job. Any job will do.

The next day, he wondered around the village small town, though he was an outsider, one of the villagers was kind enough to trust him in taking care of the sundry shop and paid him on hourly basis. Yohji thought maybe the owner need a helper since the village filled mostly with old folks, the youngsters had moved to urban cities seeking for greener postures. Better lives.

As he walked down through his normal path, he heard someone running. Alarmed, he turned around, when something crashed on him. A boy-not more than 18 years old looking weary and afraid. Splotches of mud covered the boy face and his clothes were torn, with him is a sling bag.

He looks at the frightened boy who is in the state of absolute panic. The boy quickly got up, eyes wide.

"I'm sorry!" It was hard and difficult for the boy to speak.

Yohji stare at the boy, warily. The boy's frightened face softens his expression. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I-I'm not sure" Something was blocking his mind from recollecting any memories of where he came from. No matter how much he concentrated he ended up with nothing. Now, he was standing in front of a stranger in a strange place.

The boy turned white. "Hey!" Yohji caught the boy when he stumbled and the boy started to cry, rocking his body back and forth.

Yohji had a mixed feeling. It's going to be dark soon and the path towards the house will be completely engulfed in darkness. He has no torchlight with him today. He could leave the boy here. He could he supposed, it's none of his business and he doesn't know the boy. But he couldn't ignore the nagging voice inside him telling that how could he leave the boy who was clearly needing his help although he didn't say it out loud.

The boy was sniffling. Yohji reached his hand out… "What's your name?"

"O… Omi"

"Well, Omi… hmmm… do you have any place to stay tonight?"

The boy shook his head slowly.

"Would you like to come with me? I stay with a friend of mine just below the path" Yohji then thought right now he wanted to help the boy who is clearly lost in the wood and couldn't find his way out. A campers maybe and was separated with the parents. He will ask the boy later, right now it's going to be dark and he is damn hungry!

Omi look at Yohji uncertain. Get your butt and just follow him you asshole! Omi nodded. At this moment a stranger or not he didn't care. He was just too scared and too confused. "Thank you very much," he whispered. From the corner of his eyes he saw the blonde smile acknowledging his gratitude. Fuck you very much.

Yohji led the boy to the path towards the house, from the corner of his eyes he could see that the boy was still watching him with his uncertain and wary eyes and sniffling.

Both Yohji and Omi reached the house. Yohji realized something was wrong; the house is too quiet for his liking. No sound of movement.

"Ran!" he called. No answer.

He called again repeatedly.

He asked Omi to stay in the hall and he began searching the room, no one, he called again… still, there was no answer. He went to the kitchen, no one… he moved to Ran's room, he was not there… his head began pounding.

He ran outside the house, calling out Ran's name, almost yelling in desperation. Then he saw something, a body sprawled near the stream. His heart almost take a leap when he came closer, the redhead had collapsed near the stream, with two pails lying not far from him. Yohji almost jump at the redhead, squatted down and check on Ran's body. His body was too hot… He carried the redhead carefully into the house.

Omi saw Yohji carrying someone and sprang into his feet to lend a helping hand when Yohji snarled, "Don't touch him!"

Omi cringed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you. I'm just worried" Omi merely nodded at Yohji's explanation and watched as the blond carried the redhead to his bedroom.

The first thing Yohji had to do was try bring down Ran's fever. He lowered the young man on the bed and began to strip off Ran's cloth, sodden off with perspiration. He held Ran's in sitting position, lifted up his shirt, then his pants, lastly but hesitantly Ran's remaining boxer, his body was hot to the touch. Yohji kissed his forehead and whispered. "Hang in there, Ran. You hear me! Hang in there"

He quickly wet a towel with cool water and starts bathing Ran gently from head to toe. He covered him with a blanket and sat at the bedside listening to his uneven breathing.

Yohji walked off the room, finding Omi.

"Would you please look him for me? I have to get something" He spoke at Omi. His tone was desperate.

Omi nodded and watched Yohji walked off the house. When Yohji was no longer in sight, he walks in to the room where Ran was lying on the bed. Omi stand next to the young man, taking the towel and slowly wiped beads of sweat from the forehead. He was like an angel. A beautiful fury angel. He thought.

His eyes searching for something in the room and when he saw what he was looking for, his face changed completely and a nasty smile plastered his face. He took the scissors that was laid cold on the dressing table, his eyes fastened at the fire extinguisher lying next to the table, not only one but there are few of them lying at every corner of the room. He remembered vividly of Dunkel's warning about the redhead's power. /Don't play with fire or you could get burn/ He mused to himself.

Mamoru moved silently to the sleeping form. He could hear the uneven breathing and the soft whimper that came out from the slightly parted lips, the lips were pale but it doesn't changed the loveliness of its owner. He thought that Ran had the most tempting lips that invited one to kiss and to be savored. He bent down to brush his lips against the redhead, wanted to feel it and wanted to taste a little of it. The lips were soft and hot. He stroked the damp red hair that plastering Ran's face before cutting few of its strands. Souvenirs, he loved to collect souvenir. He stuffed the hair strands in a small plastic container before fastening his eyes back to the redhead and whispered almost to himself.

"I could let them take you out now, you know. Such a helpless creature! Look at you. Lying there on bed waiting for someone to care for you. I could just call them and pick you up." Mamoru sighed melodramatically. "But it wont be fun. I love fun."

Yohji almost running back to the house and nearly stumbled over a branch. Cursing to himself and feeling desperate. It was lucky that small pharmacy shop was still open when he reached there panting heavily trying to catch his breath. He was panic and still is. He bought an aspirin, a thermometer, sponge and rubbing alcohol.

Finally, when he reached back to the house, Ran was still not awake and Omi was sitting next to him. Omi saw Yohji came in and excuse himself out from the room.

Yohji took Ran's temperature: 104 degrees. He sponged Ran's body with the cooling alcohol, crushed the aspirin and spooned it slowly to Ran's mouth.

Yohji decided that he would bring Ran to a doctor if he were not getting better in the morning. He didn't care what would happen. He would think about it later.

In the morning, the bedclothes were soaked. Ran's was still unconscious, he changed the sheets without disturbing Ran, moisten the towel again and start bathing Ran, his body is still hot. He had to do something. He mashed up 4 aspirins, placed the powder between Ran's lips, he whimpered, tried to moved his head when he felt something bitter, but Yohji had hold his head firm and spooned the water in his mouth making sure that he swallowed everything.

He rubbed the cooling alcohol again and his skin was not hot like before. Yohji checked the temperature again and listens to Ran's breathing. His breathing was deep.

"How is he?" he heard someone asking and craned his neck. Omi was standing at the doorframe wearing Ran's T-Shirt and pants that look ridiculous on him. He merely shook his head. "I could take care of him if you had to go to work" The boy offered.

Shaking his head again, burrowing his face between his hands, he answered. "I don't care about that damn work. I just want him to be fine" Omi could hear the helplessness in the blonde's voice. He strode towards the blonde touching the slumping shoulder hesitantly, sitting on the bed with his other hand stroking the slumbering face on the bed gently.

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It was almost dark and Yohji had changed the sheet again, Ran's breathing was now steady. He was tired, he had not sleep since yesterday. He took Ran's hand, entwining his finger with his and sat on the armchair. Looking at him promised not to fall asleep, and he slept.

When Ran opened his eyes, he turned his head slowly when he felt something is pressing his hands. His body felt sore and battered. Feeling drowsy he tried to focus and saw Yohji slumped in the armchair with his hand holding his.

He tried to pull away his hand slowly not to wake up Yohji, but Yohji stirred and opened his eyes. Ran gave him a weak smile.

"Yohji" weak voice.

"Sh…" He woke up and checked Ran's temperature and released a relief sigh. "You had me worried there"

"Sorry"

Yohji shook his hand. "How you feel now?'

"Hit by a truck"

"Hungry?"

Ran nodded.

"Porridge and soup okay?" Yohji asked, uncertain whether Ran could take anything in his stomach now.

Ran nodded, "You cook?"

"No! Omi did"

"Omi?"

"Tell you about him later. You need to eat."

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/Too trusting… Good heart… baaad judgment of character/ He thought as he studied both of them. They had accepted him… ahh!! No… correction … they accepted Omi. He was Omi's part that they had to accept involuntarily.

Omi studied the faces of a person seated opposite while sipping his tea. While he is staying here with them, he had offered to cook for them as a gesture of gratitude, although Ran had repeatedly said that he didn't need to. He had stayed with them for… at least 3 weeks.

He notice that Ran is like Yohji in some ways, no question asked on how he got lost. He just accepted him. Maybe he was too wrapped up in his problem to question others, He, himself did not dare to ask anything about them. But, he knew they were kind, and as he observed further, he knew there's something going on between them. Something which he did not know how to describe but he just knew. He knew the blonde cared about Ran, the look in his eyes, the touch and swirling emotion centered on the older man whenever he was around the redhead. Omi wished he knew more about the redheaded guy. His physical beauty astounded him to no end.

He will miss them when his uncle coming to pick him up tomorrow. Omi was glad that his father is not around and still had his assignment out of Japan. He rarely meets his father, but he knew his father loved him. He had pleaded with his uncle not to tell his father his predicament on how he got lost this far. He didn't want his father to worry about him and he had asked his uncle permission to stay here longer. Maybe a vacation is good for him.

After his mother's untimely death about two years ago, he had fallen sick; his father had tried to cure his unexplained illness. Doctors after doctors, therapies, hypnotism-anything traditionally or modern medicine nothing seems to work. They say he was in perfect health… long years to live… but why he always lost few hours of his life without knowing what exactly happened and couldn't even recall anything. It really freak him out and now this! Waking up in the middle of nowhere, in the jungle and how the hell he got here, he cant be walking this far. Whatever it is… he had no answer.

When Yohji asked him if he was lost while camping with his friends. He merely nodded. Yohji didn't ask further and when he told them that he had called his uncle and would like to stay with them for a while. Ran smiled at him and Yohji had taken his hand and squeezed it gently. They had welcomed him.

Check mate!

Today! Today is his last day with them. Tomorrow he is going home and he will miss them both and hope that he will see them again.

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Yohji returned home from work as usual, it's already late evening. He smells something nice, cinnamon smell. Ran is definitely preparing dinner. He padded to the kitchen, leaning against the door, content in watching Ran who is busily stirring something in a pot.

He moved slowly towards Ran and embraced him from behind, he could see chicken, carrots and onion mixed in the steamed pot. "What's the smell?"

"The Rock is cooking!" Ran answered and rested his head on Yohji's shoulder. He closed his eyes and held Yohji's hand when he felt the other's sniffling his hair. Yohji laughs, still not letting Ran away from him. He loved this moment, peace, when he smell something, "Something burning"

Ran's eyes snapped open, he remembered "Darn!!! The fish! I forgot about the fish!" He freed himself from Yohji embrace and quickly placed the half burned fish from the frying pan to the small basket and mumbling. "I've prepared hot water for you, by the time you finished, the food will be ready"

"Where's Omi?" He asked.

Without looking at him, still cursing at the burning fish, Ran answered, "He's out to town, today is his last day here." He sighed a little "I'm going to miss him and his cooking" Then he turned and gave Yohji the most sunniest and brightest smile that Yohji had ever seen. "Would you like to have dinner outside? At the bench! The sun is setting. It would be nice view to watch after dinner"

Yohji return the smile and shrugged. "Why not! Is Omi joining us?"

"Naah! He told me not to wait for him, but we leave some for him. Just in case, he's hungry"

Ran had placed the food on the table outside the cabin. Yohji had taken out some woods and stacked it half feet from the table with Ran standing beside him. He tried to match the woods but the strong wind hampered his effort, last night rain had dampened the woods didn't help him neither. He sighed and stood up. Then he felt that air again. So hot and tight and out of sudden the woods started to blaze. He jumped involuntarily.

"Uh…"

Yohji heard a soft whimper escaped from Ran's lips. He turned and saw that the redhead was looking at him with guiltily. "I… I'm sorry!" He stuttered and his voice sound nervous.

Yohji raised his hands towards Ran's face and gently pushed away the long bangs that was covering the face and rested his fingers on the younger man's left cheek. Ran blushed at the touch and Yohji pulled him closer, embracing him, burying his nose and inhaling the flaming red hair deeply. "It's okay! Just don't do it front of Omi" He could feel Ran nodded.

He let go of the younger man and he could hear Ran let out a soft sigh. "Let's eat. I'm famished!"

They were both sitting side by side on the bench that facing the mountain. The skies were a canopy of purple and orange tones, illuminating it colors sectioning the sky like a layer cake. As the sun descent itself between the mountains, they could see a feathery rays of rubescence streaking between the clouds, painting the atmosphere in it's own mystical moment.

Yohji loved evening like these, basking in silence and listening to the crackling sound of the bonfire. Suddenly, he felt a stirring movement beside him and turned his head. Ran was hugging himself tight, although he was covered with a blanket.

"Cold?" He asked.

"Mm... mm"

The blonde took off his blanket and wrapped the younger man beside him. Before Ran could open his mouth to protest, Yohji placed his fingers on the younger man lips, smiling a little. Moving the hand slowly upward before sliding it gently behind the younger man neck, his other hand glide through the younger man's waist and pulled Ran towards him tenderly.

The redhead in turn willed himself to move closer to Yohji, blushing furiously, looking anywhere else except the older man's face, he knew what Yohji wanted to do and although he wanted it so much he couldn't help from trembling furiously.

Tilting the redheaded face up, he asked, "Am I scaring you, Ran?"

"No… " He murmured softly, he could feel his whole body turned red due to embarrassment.

"Then why aren't you looking at me?"

"Ah… I" He was unable to finish his words when he feels Yohji's mouth was already on his, and his tongue was tracing the outline of his lips pleading to be let in. He parted his lips allowing the other to enter, feeling the older man's tongue inside his mouth, probing and waltzing in a slow but passionate movement. He is unsure how to react but these things need not be taught, the reaction should be come straight from his heart, and he knew how his heart felt towards the other man. He loves him and sharing his first kiss with the person he loved most should be treasured, no matter if it is a guy or a girl. Knowing this, he embraced the other tightly. Both of them were oblivious of the watchful eyes in the dark.

The owner of the eyes smirks slightly, capturing that Kodak moment. Taking a deep satisfaction breath, he sent the image to the headquarters.

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Dunkel stared at the image in his laptop which he received a moment ago. A big smile of satisfaction escaped from his thin lips. Tomorrow will be the day to pick them up… but before that he must show these beautiful pictures to that brunette and then…

He rose from his seat and humming.

What a wonderful day tomorrow will be….

- To be continued-

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