Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Go ❯ Reveal ( Chapter 3 )
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Schuldig chuckled at the shocked look on Aya and Ken's faces.
"Or, at least, he should still be alive." He said, smirking. "Farfello got it into his mind that hurting the poor kid hurts God, and you know how he is. I told him not to kill him, but he does so love the taste of blood…"
Aya pressed the katana against Schuldig's neck. A thin trail of blood appeared beneath the blade.
"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you now." Aya growled. Schuldig narrowed his eyes a bit.
"Without me you'll have no idea where your little friend is hiding, and I can't promise he'll still be breathing when you find him."
"I hate to admit it, but he's right." Ken said. He was desperately trying to keep himself from hoping that Omi was still alive and failing miserably. He kept imagining his face, his voice, his eyes, vibrant and alive again. He was trying to avoid imaging Farfello, and what he may be doing at that very second.
"Don't kill him, Aya." Ken continued, shaking these thoughts from his head. "Let me get my buknuks and we'll go get Omi. Where is Yohji, by the way? He'll want to know what's going on…"
"He's in his room, probably drunk." Aya muttered. Schuldig laughed.
"Doesn't care much, does he? Already drinking…" Schuldig smirked. Aya turned to him.
"Your life is in my hands." he growled. "Try that again and see what I do." Ken shook his head and walked out of the room. He walked to Yohji's room and pounded on the door. No one answered. Ken was suddenly assaulted by memories, by vivid images.
Slumped over…terrified…dagger…blood, so much blood…
"Yohji!" Ken cried and slammed himself against the door. It flew open and Ken was greeted by the sight of Yohji sitting on his bed, staring at him.
"Christ, Ken, I was about to get the door." he muttered. Ken blinked.
"Sorry, Yohji, I…"
Yohji waved him off. "S'alright, you saved me the trip. What's up? I heard something going on downstairs."
Ken quickly explained the situation, leaving Yohji wide-eyed.
"So… our worst enemy is in our house and… Omi's… he's alive?"
Ken couldn't keep the smile off his face as he nodded.
"He's alive, Yohji. He is."
Yohji bent his head, letting his hair hide his face.
"That kid…" he murmured. "Always something else…" But Ken could hear relief heavily lacing his voice.
"Yeah," Ken nodded. "So come on, get ready. We've gotta go and rescue him."
"Ken." Yohji said in a low voice, still looking down. "When we thought that.. that Omi was dead… I got too upset. I've become too attached. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to care about anyone. When did this happen, Ken?"
Ken turned to look at him. "Yohji, I think it's happened to all of us. None of us wanted to care about anyone, not even Omi. But we've won each other over. But, do you mean… the way you care about Omi…"
"As a friend." Yohji said, looking up. "Why, jealous?" He smirked.
"Get ready." Ken muttered. "We're leaving soon."
Aya carefully let Schuldig up, still keeping the katana at his neck.
"Where is he?" Aya asked. Schuldig shrugged.
"Just an old warehouse at the other end of town." He droned, looking bored. "Can't we go yet? I want to fight. And I want to know how many ribbons that boy has been cut into…"
Aya shoved him against the wall. "Shut up. If Omi isn't alive… He had better be alive." He said, holding Schuldig against the wall. "Why did you come here?"
Schuldig gritted his teeth. "I just wanted to see if you all were buying our cover, which you were."
Aya slammed him against the wall again. "Then why did you reveal it to us with little persuasion?"
Schuldig shrugged again. "Maybe I have a soft spot for the poor kid. Or maybe it had just been too long since we've had a good fight. I dunno." Aya shook his head, disgusted. He glanced up at the stairs, where Aya and Ken were standing, weapons and all. Aya pushed Schuldig towards them.
"Let's go." he said. "We've already waited too long."