Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ From The Inside ❯ Pain ( Chapter 9 )

The gag in his mouth prohibited him from making any sound except for that of choking, his breathing was labored since he was nose had swollen thanks to a punch from his captor. His head was leaning forward, resting on his chest. His bare chest rose steadily, faint scars from the many missions he took upon shown clearly and others faintly. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on breathing. Fresh scars on his back and parts of his upper arms showed the 'delicate artwork' down to him by an ordinary kitchen knife he had found, in the abandoned apartment building, it looked like Farfarfello's own scars his captor had told him. He was there for two hours currently.
He closed his eyes tightly as he once again tried weakly to break the handcuffs that held his hands behind his back. The new scars from Yohji's wire seemed to show proudly against the newer ones he had received. Those would fade yet barely remain the new ones weren't going to fade, he wheezed slightly and gave up on trying to get away. His legs were numb as he was still the same position the man had left him in, underneath him. He stiffened as he heard the bare feet walking toward him for the bed that was a just foot from him, except for the bed the entire building was bare by what he could tell. He shivered when a hand caressed his cheek slightly, and he shut his eyes tighter trying to pull himself inward into his psyche.
He felt the hand go to his firm neck, and tickle it lightly; he felt the boards creak as the man kneeled before him, giggling as if he were a new toy as He removed the tight gag and got a shake couch. He felt the left hand go through his hair, feeling the soft texture of it. Ken tried to pull away that only brought a sharp thrust to the other man, he felt the hot breath against his face, and still tried to pull away, his eyes shut tighter.
"You should just accept this…open your eyes little Siberian."
"Please don't do this."
Ken's eyes flew open as the scalding heat tried to eat at the scars covering his body; he tried to giggle away from the maniacal glee playing his captor's eyes. He wasn't ready for the hard kiss that followed, bruising Ken's lips the man tried to get deeper into Ken but he still tried to pull away, Ken felt a sensation of the heat playing against him and opened to the delight of his foe. The kiss ended abruptly and Him stared darkly into Ken's eyes creating a spark of fear. He was suddenly uprooted and thrown upon the slightly dusty bed, the man still kneeling slowly got up and turned to him, a big grin on him face. Ken immediately upon impact scrambled to get the leverage and get up; he had pushed himself just to the other right top corner of the bed, when a calloused hand grabbed his ankle.
Ken bucked and tried to free himself, but to no avail the dark giggle started once more as he forcefully tugged Ken near the center of the bed, the man's shadow covered him partially as the large window gave dim twilight. The man slowly removed his shirt and tossed his casual to the floor and went onto the bed to a terrified Ken.
"Don't worry…you'll enjoy this very much…"
Ken screamed and the hard punch immediately quieted him.

Ken immediately shut his eyes once more painfully, as he felt the cold trace the scars playing across his chest, the fingernail following the precise route. Dämon tired of it, and moved up to straddle Ken who only stayed motionless. Finding this annoying, he kissed Ken to get a reaction, he got what he wanted. Ken tried shoving him off his prone form, Dämon bit Ken's tongue bringing up blood and maybe Ken struggle uselessly away from him. Ken's twitching and maneuvering were only making the problem worse than solving it. His captor slapped him again, and once more Ken froze but he began to struggle harder.
Dämon pinned Ken's body to the bed, and began to slowly kiss down Ken's neck to his collarbone and slowly nipping the skin as he headed towards Ken's nipple. Ken delicately shivered, closing his mouth he tried to hide the sound his throat was trying to produce when the man got to his intended location, and began to slowly suckle on the hardened bud, and lightly lap and tug on it.
"S-stop." He looked at the neutral face of his prey and growled, he wanted Ken to try and get away once, or struggle or do something. He didn't feel like hitting Ken once more since the punch he delivered was going to bruise of the boy's stomach, and slapping only got him to just excite him…doing the exact opposite of trying to get the boy to actually harden. Playing wasn't going to work…foreplay would work but it would take to long for his prey to let his body react to it so there was one option left…screw it.

Kaoru lightly knocked on the door to his sensei's room, and waited patiently for a reply or the door opening. Both Yohji and Karasu had urged him to go and discuss things with Aya and he didn't want to be near his teacher if he was still out of control, maybe leaving the compound wasn't such a good idea. He destroyed that thought this was only a set back nothing more, he could actually talk to people! Why give it? He waited for five minutes before summoning enough courage to turn the knob and open the door. The door swung upon soundlessly, and he tiptoed inside and looked around. He saw the huddled form of Aya in the window seat, his legs brought up to his chest, leaning against the side of the sill, staring up at the dark sky.
He glanced at the clock, it was now 9:13. He hadn't seen Ken in hours, but Yohji reassured him that he would take care of himself. Kaoru didn't trust that judgment by what Yohji had told him of the threat. It put him on a dangerous edge, he went and took the katana and hugged it close.
That calmed him down considerably; at least he had a weapon just in case something did happen. He walked over to the older man and tapped on his shoulder, Aya shifted slightly and looked at the uncertain face of his new teammate/pupil. He sighed, turned and looked right back outside. Kaoru went and sat across from Aya, and curled his legs slightly underneath himself. He clutched the katana tighter to his chest and looked upon the sparkling city filled with colors and lights. He remembered faintly nights like this, but not the same feeling. Before he felt he could do anything and was confident and so secure, now he knew his abilities were limited, he was insecure and wasn't sure about anything ranging from awaking up to sleeping, those hours were no refuge from the plague of nightmares that came at night making him relive everything that had happen to him.
He quietly asked what Aya was thinking about and his answer was the same for him, he was thinking about the past events and life that he had once lived and endured. They both learned they had a lot of things in common ranging from many things. Aya even commented it seemed Kaoru could some how be his otouto*…Kaoru blushed so deeply his enter face seemed to glow red in the dark atmosphere. Ran smiled upon that look, bringing the blush deeper. They discussed further what he was to learn and what weapons he was going to learn to master. It turned out Kaoru had previous been training in ninjitsu and new how to use shuriken and other weapons, though mostly shuriken.
"I have a question, it's about Weiss mostly."
"What is it?"
"Why was Weiss created, do know? I mean Weiss has become the surname of the best assassins for Kritiker worldwide. Did it start by you guys? Or what is this all about?"
"We are the third generation* of Weiss currently, the title is Weiss Kreuz or White Cross. We supposedly are given the most difficult and challenging missions and carry them out flawlessly. We also seemed to be assigned one way or another to a criminal family, ours was the Takatoris, but in the end all of Weiss is all connected to one opponent: Estet."
"What is Estet? I've heard people talking but everyone ignores my questions."
"Estet is hard to explain in some ways they are both good and bad, who I would talk to is Crawford-" Aya immediately froze, where had THAT come from? He hated the leader of Schrawz and now he talks about him like he's a regular person?
:Amazing, you think of us.:
:Schuldig!? How…what-:
:Calm down, Abyssinian. I can't bite you that badly from this distance.:
"Sensei what's wrong?" Kaoru looked like a child with the inquisitive look on his face.
:Teacher? You a teacher? What are you teaching him? Use anger to block me? Do tell, he looks a little young for your taste.:
:SCHULDIG!:Schuldig didn't respond for a minute.
:That hurts I hope you realize…:
:I hope I gave you a migraine you asshole, what are you doing in my mind?!:
:Omi wants to know what was happening when he was forced to hang up.:
:He called?:
:You ditz! Do you remember anything at all? It's a wonder you became an assassin.:
:Forget the insults just talk.:
"Aya-sama what's going on?"
:Answer the boy.:
:When did you order me around!?:
:Just now.:
:SCHULDIG, have you ever just tell someone what they want to know?!:
:Get rid of the boy and I will!:
Aya looked at the confused boy and asked him to leave since he had a headache, which was true and after locking the door as Schuldig requested, Aya fell back onto the bed, wishing he could hit Schuldig.
:You sound so loving to me unlike the boy toy-:Schuldig received a very loud and angry attack of words that seemed to have echo to the rest of Schrawz and Omi since he heard faint voices in the little connection asking what that was for. Schuldig took the impact and Aya felt him leave his mind, and he sighed than groaned when in return he got a head spitting migraine five minutes later when Schuldig came back.
:WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?:
:You deserved it! What in your twisted mind gave you the idea that-:
:I didn't mean it to get you THAT pissed, Omi know's its you by your voice…everyone wants to know why the hell you went and broke open my connection and gave them all headaches. Farfarfello wants to sacrifice you, Crawford is pissy as well as Nagi and Omi is just sitting here you bitch-:
:LISTEN SCHULDIG! YOU BRING UP ANY TOPIC RELATING TO ANYTHING DEALING WHAT YOU JUST PROPOSED, I WILL GO FIND YOU AND WILL SHOVE MY KATANA INTO THAT BRAIN OF YOURS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?:
:Calm down Aya!:
:Shut up Omi! Schuldig..:
:You promise not to do that anymore I won't.:
:Fine! Now…what do you want?!:
:Aya…its Omi…I need to know one thing…:
:Where are you.:
:You let me talk and I'll tell you.:
:Yes?:
:What happened on the phone you sounded like a strange version of-:
:I sounded like Farfarfello, and no I will not tell you what happened.:
:I sounded like Farfarfello, and no I will not tell you what happened.:
:Aya…:
:End of discussion. Leave me alone.:
:What set that nerve off between Schuldig and you.:
:You ask that question once more and I will bring in a report to Kritiker saying you died on a mission.:

Ken was in a tight ball in the farthest and darkest corner he could find possible within the building he dubbed 'Hell Motel'. He was still dressed in the loose knee length pants he wore to work before the whole ordeal with Aya, that was the only piece of clothing he was wearing. The rest of his close were located somewhere else in the building, and the psychotic Dämon was playing his version of Hide and Seek, more like find your clothing and you can try and run the hell away. He had been in that corner for nearly an hour and the man had caught him six times and his punishment for being caught was being raped on the dusty and worn floor that creaked with any movement. He had also twice been in a room that held instruments that his captor used, Ken shivered violently.
Everything was burning inside of him; it was beginning to get hotter inside the large room. He froze; his captor was very, very near. Ken slowly uncurled himself and looked to another corner in the room, his shirt was folded in a corner. Ken's mind rang trap but he could at least try because when he put the shirt on he had a thirteen head start or that's what Dämon had said the rules were. Find clothing, get thirteen minutes, and start running. Three simple rules. The doorknob began to slowly turn red, and Ken took his chance and bolt for the shirt. Right when he touch the shirt, a hell bent psycho came into the room, and Ken didn't even see the shirt go over his head, much less feel the texture of the shirt on his bare stomach. He immediately slammed against the wall and a body pressed against him, he once more felt the hot breathe against his skin, and shivered violently.
"You've got twelve point fifty five seconds, I'd use them." Ken immediately bolted for the hallway looking feverishly and disappeared under the only light of the moon. He waited a few minutes and then smiled.
"Ten minutes more? Hmmm…what the hell, thirteen." He quietly stalked out the room, looking for the little kitten that ran from the serpent. He thought about the first time he had Ken and a sadistic smile appeared.
"Just like Ran…just like my little Ran."
Ken screamed when the scalding heat embraced him and threw him hard onto the creaky surface of the decaying building, the loud crunching of the army boots behind him made him try to struggle harder but an invisible force seemed to both burn him and push him down lower. He still struggled and felt the rubber press of the bottom of the boots press onto his back. He squirmed under the press that became heavier, he felt himself suddenly being lifted up and slammed against a rotting wall as a spider smashed against his temple. He wheezed as he felt the powerful arms encircle his waist as if a loving embrace.
"Not again, you said thirteen minutes."
"Very much again. Rules were meant to be broken."
Ken didn't reply when he was thrown over the man's shoulder and marched straight into one of the dustier, mildew covered room and thrown onto the bed as a small dust storm encircled him, he sputtered. He felt his new re-owned shirt taken off, and thrown across the room, and he felt the familiar weight of being straddled. He remarked on how Ken wasn't struggling and asked if he finally was submissive, and brought his hand to cup Ken's cheek. Ken bit down hard on it.
Dämon cursed loudly and hit Ken harder, lower man moan in pain. The beginning of bruises was appearing on the tanned skin. He sighed and lower himself on Ken and kissed Ken, trying to devour him from the inside out. Ken's eyes narrowed as tears started to form and fell onto the stained sheets. Ken was commanded to touch the monster upon him and he just shivered violently, he would not give in that easily.
"You will learn soon enough…"
"I-I don't w-want to learn."
"What both my little Kaoru and Ran felt. You though will not have either without a price." Ken saw the man bend to the side of the bed and pick up a heavy bag. Ken's eyes widened as he took out something that looked like shackles.
"Y-you wouldn't."
He was kissed roughly as the arms set to work pinning his wrists as he feedily tried move away some how.
"Like I said you will be punished before you have Ran...he's mine, he will never be yours."
"W-what I-I don't understand..."
His captor smiled like a true demon as he tightened the bonds on Ken's wrists, making the younger man wince, bringin a cold satisfaction as he began to put the to the four posts of the bed.
"I know your every fear, your every like and dream...part of your dream is what you will not have." His eyes flashed dangerously, Ken's eyes began wide with fear, confushion...and anticipation. Ken wanted to run away as he felt his body stirring to the thought of what might happen next, it also made him sick to his stomach. The deep cold demon grin appeared once more, as he went and after having a tremedous struggle shackled Ken's leg to the posts, and he bent over a picked up the rusted over slightly bloody knife from the beginning, Ken's blood froze.
"O-oh, Gods! Don't!"
His grin deepened as Ken became aware of the other's man reaction to how helpless Ken was.
"You have fallen far from your beloved gods."

Omi sat at the small desk that was in his room, his head resting upon his hand he thought about the only time he was let out of the apartment of Schrawz and sighed when he thought about what the now three dead men had said. Why did he have such a good connection between Schrawz in this short length of time? What was going on with Weiss? He put his head upon the desk and wished he had anything with an internet connection. His hands were itching to touch the smooth plastic keys and to feel the mouse under his palm. Reminiscing about his lost computer wasn't going to help him in this. He heard a sharp rap at the door and went to answer it, and found Farfarfello standing there holding a roll of bandages and some disinfectant, he held his left wrist close to the other. He let Farfarfello in and shut the door as Omi sat down beside him and took the needed items away.
"No one else will help you?"
"No, they think if I can hurt myself, I can fix myself."
"Sometimes you can't I'm guessing…hold out your hand." Omi began working on cleaning the wound.
"What do think is wrong with your leader?" The question caught him off guard.
"What I think about Aya is…I really don't know what's going on. I just think there is something the rest of Weiss have yet to tell me that deals with them. I was the last to arrive but still…they should've told me."
"Has he ever acted that way before?" Omi nodded.
"He sometimes acts like that when it comes to missions. He never sounded like-"
"Me. He sounded exactly like me at a point. Don't try avoiding that fact, we all know he sounded like me."
"Gomen Nasai, Fafarfello-"
"Jei…my name is Jei."
Omi blinked and looked up at the white haired man, the golden orb looked right back him, intelligence balancing perfectly within.
"Jei is your real name?"
"Yes that is my name, Farfarfello is my alter. I like him in control most of the time." He held a slight almost undetectable accent when he spoke now.
"Alter…you mean like another personality?" Farfarfello nodded.
"Then can you feel pain."
"No."
After bandaging Farfarfello he asked if he could go visit the flower shop to see what really was happening in there. Crawford would not go, Schuldig wanted to pay Aya back for the migraine he was still suffering, Nagi just wanted to get out and Farfarfello was just curious about Aya's new 'personality'. They had to wait an hour for Schuldig would be able to move around without feeling like his head was going to explode. Omi was content to wait it out.

Ken was running like hell.
He had barely found his shoes and jumped out a second story window and into a pile of trash before he felt the scalding, and very pissed heat wave of Dämon coming after him and he was not ready to go back to there even if he was given all the money in Japan. He had some how gotten the shoes on, his socks still in the trash heap a mile or two back and he didn't need them. His entire body screamed in agony in unison as he was painfully reminded what had happened to him.The fresh new scars ragged upon the thin cloth of his shirt burned with such intensity he wanted to stop and just let himself be caught.
I've got to warn them...
He saw the familiar back alleys leading up to Koneko and started running faster even though the heat wave was disappearing, his legs had tired out long ago and adrenaline had killed the pain and humiliation and made he focus of one goal and that was Koneko. He literally nearly threw open the back door and bolt up into and locked his room so fast he collapsed heavily into his hardwood floor. He heard Yohji and Karasu through the wood and they were asking each other what he had just done. Suddenly all the emotions and the pain kicked in and shouted into his palm, and let the tears of exhaustion and everything appear. His body was torn indefinitely. And he feebly crawled into the bathroom and threw himself into the tub and in agony took the clothes off and started the water. He would never run that fast, long and hard as long as he lived, he estimated at least six miles. Add that with dodging a nearly getting killed, that had taken a harder toll on his legs than expected. He thought his legs felt like glass, his chest, arms and head felt like they were ready to explode, the scars had reopened when he was running and was creating a crimson pool, mixing rather nicely with the running water. He groaned when he tried to move to turn the water off and gave up. Someone was going to have to find him some time, he just prayed it was Yohji or Karasu and not Ran and Kaoru.

Thirty minutes after Ken's near life and death run from Dämon, Omi, Nagi, Farfarfello and a disgruntled Schuldig walked into the kitchen of Koneko no Sume and immediately froze. Sitting on the kitchen counter with one leg dangling, leaning against an overhead cabinet still clutching Aya's katana, was Kaoru. His silver hair balanced the silverish rays of the moon beautifully from the kitchen window; he turned his head and cocked it a bit, his black eyes reflecting Omi's.
"You must Omi and this must be part of Schrawz.""You must Kaoru," Omi noticed the long diagonal cut starting from the top to the bottom of his forearm, it was shallow yet it gave off the same amount of blood as a deep cut would.
"You're hurt, get down and I'll clean it for you."
"What cut?" Kaoru looked at him curiously.
"The one on your arm, don't you feel it?"
Kaoru immediately touch his arm and felt the gooey metallic liquid and immediately stiffened, and clutched to it, and the blood-touched blade of the katana fell to the floor.
"It's fine really."
"No its not. You tell me what's going on around here and I'll help you."
"You need Aya, Yohji, Ken and Karasu for that."
"Who's Karasu?" Nagi asked, Kaoru shouted for her and she and Yohji appeared, Yohji nearly went out and killed Schuldig but Karasu got between both of them, as she wanted to talk to Schuldig. Yohji asked and she ignored him and started speaking rapid German with glee. Kaoru sighed.
Aya coming down.

-_-()Oh yeah greeeeeeat
Today's words-
Otouto- younger brother
Gomen Nasai- Sorry

Third Generation Weiss- I read somewhere that our Weiss was the third generation and not the first or the second…I forgot the website's name and address. If anyone has it send it to me please!

Real Name: Classified
Name Used- Not Available
Codename- Dämon
Appearance- 29
Age- 34
Home base- Tokyo, Japan
Team- doesn't need one
Weaponry- katana
Food- anything
Likes- his 'kittens', many things
Dislikes- inability to get his prey, losing Aya and Kaoru, Ken
Weakness- lust, Aya
Past- Previously wanted for child molestation and rape
Gift- Heat waves
Flower- flowers die