Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Good enough to eat ❯ Good enough to eat ( One-Shot )

Day: ONESAN!

Moon: What now?

Day: I need you to write a lemon for my story.

Weiss & Swarz-Ken: *excited* Lemon? Who!

Yohji: With my luck it'll be an Ayaken

Schu: *nods in agreement*

Aya: ^_^

Day: Nope! FarfKen

All: OO

Farf: /_^

Aya: Shi-ne, Day-chan!

Moon: Aya, sit. *flings a control collar*

Aya: *sits*

Yohji: Well, you got me curious. What's it about.

Ken: You don't want to know.

Schu: Actually, we do.

Day: Cannibals!

Weiss & Schwarz: *sweatdrop*

Brad: Why do I no see this ending well.

Day: `Cause you're a precog?

Brad leaned over the table, tracing the delicate jawline. Blue eyes were closed, as the form attempted to escape his hell. In an odd parody of gentleness, the precog kissed his victim's forehead, as if he truly cared about him.

"Gentle angel," the black haired man whispered, "sweet little one. Please, wake up for me. I want to have some more fun."

--Having fun with your kitten, Bradley?-- Schuldig asked lazily, entering the room. --You've had your eyes on this toy for a while now, haven't you?--

"Of course," Brad replied smoothly, "I like pretty toys. I like to break them."

--I think you've nearly succeeded,-- Schuldig laughed, --I just want to watch.--

"Voyeur," Brad smirked, "If you want to watch, you wake him up for me."

--I'd more than love to.-- Schuldig closed his eyes briefly in concentration. The figure on the bed stirred, opening his eyes.

Brad grinned down at him, falsely reassuring, "Good morning, Kenken. What shall we do today?"

Ken groaned, parched throat rasping. Brad traced Ken's face from his temple to his jaw, and down to the hollow of his throat. The boy on the table closed his eyes, willing himself away from the pain of his body.

--I don't think so, Kaetzchen,--Schuldig whispered through Ken's mind, forcing the boy to pay attention. The brunette glared at him through slitted eyes.

Brad smiled to himself, unbuttoning Ken's shirt and enjoying it thoroughly. The boy's chest-once a healthy and robust bronze tone-was now covered in scars and wounds, ranging from the shallow and pale to the deep gash that Brad had inflicted upon him yesterday. And, of course, the daily saltwater baths were keeping the cuts nice and clean. Because the better health he left his toy in, the longer he could keep it, of course. Not because saltwater on open wounds was as painful as hell. Brad would never think along such lines.

Once Ken's shirt was unbuttoned, though not removed, Brad was able to proceed. They had since dispensed with the necessity of clothing the boy beyond the one shirt, so there wasn't much more Brad needed to do. It wasn't like he bothered to try and make Ken enjoy it. That would take away his fun.

Ken tried to ignore what was happening to him. He was getting better at ignoring the other man every time he did this. And it seemed to Ken that he did this quite a lot. The telepath made it more difficult than it had to be, but he adapted. He coped.

But he wasn't sure for how much longer he'd be able to. How long had he been in Schwarz custody? He really didn't want to think about it. He was able to ignore Brad when the precog began tracing the scars on his chest. He was even able to ignore it when Brad began doing weird things to him with his mouth to Schuldig's delight.

But, as usual, The telepath wrenched his attention back to what Brad was doing when the precog penetrated him, tearing him further and giving him more emotional scars then most shrinks saw during their lifetimes.

Then Schuldig brought out the office supplies. As calm as ever, Schuldig walked up to the table, circling it like a hawk. Gently, the telepath stretched out brunette's arm, pinning him to the table with a pencil through his palm. He repeated the process with Ken's other hand.

The redhead admired his handiwork. He leaned over the boy, licking up his tears. Then, he lovingly picked up a purple stapler. For some odd reason, it had blue stripes. But that's what they got when they sent Farfarello to do the shopping. Calmly, the sadist moved to the other side of the table and his smile grew for each of the fifteen staples he forced into the sensitive section of the soles of his foot. Then he repeated the process once again.

A sadistic idea came to him, and he handed Brad a roll of duct tape. Apparently, Brad had been thinking along the same lines. While maintaining his slow and deep rhythm, Brad carefully ripped off sections of duct tape and strategically placed them near Ken's nether region. Smirking, Schuldig reached over and yanked the tape off, causing Ken to scream and arch off of the table.

Mockingly, Schuldig covered his ears. "My, my, my. The little Weiss kitten is rather loud. Mustn't have that." Within moments, Ken found himself gagged with the tape. Brad smirked, finishing his business with more enthusiasm than was generally necessary. Than done, the precog stood up, buttoning his pants.

"Well, Kenken, that was rather fun. Until next time!" Brad said to the younger boy, smirking as Schuldig followed him out of the room.

On the table, Ken closed his eyes and passed out.

~*~*~

"Well, now that's over with for today," Schuldig smirked, "What else does our fearless leader want us to do?"

Brad glanced at Schuldig, "Is Weiss still looking for him? They haven't given up yet?"

"Nein," Schuldig told Brad, "They haven't given up yet. And it has been over a month. Usually, your toys don't last long."

"This one is tenacious," Brad replied. Moments later, Nagi came down the hall looking for them.

"Brad, he's in the kitchen again, going after the blender." The youth complained, "Why is he even on the team, Bradley. It's not like he makes any significant contribution."

Brad sped up, going down the hallway towards the kitchen, "He's on the team because Estet put him on the team. They seem to think all of their groups should have four members. I swear, if the kitchen is a mess-"

In the kitchen, Farfarello was calmly sitting on the counter, blender going full speed. Brad didn't even want to know what was in it.

"Farfarello, what the hell are you doing? I've told you time and time again, not to play in the kitchen."

"But Bradley, it's fun!" The Irishman complained, "You never let me have any fun."

Brad rolled his eyes, "You're insane. Your idea of fun is everyone else's idea of lunacy."

Farfarello glared at him, "And your little games aren't?"

"Don't question me," the precog glared at Farfarello, "I'm the one in charge here. You're just some random lunatic that Estet placed in my care. You probably couldn't even take care of yourself on your own."

A thin blade pressed itself against Brad's throat, and Farfarello stared at him through his amber eye. "Watch yourself, Bradley," the Irishman hissed, "I've always wanted to see what your insides look like."

Brad didn't even flinch. "Go to your room, Farfarello, or I'll donate your paycheck to the Catholic church."

Farfarello growled, slinking away from his leader. Brad watched him go with impatience, sighing when he was finally out of view.

"I swear, I don't know what to do with it."

Schuldig shrugged, "Does it really matter? I mean, he is the one who actually caught your toy for you."

Brad glared at Schuldig, "Please, do not remind me that I am in any way, shape, or form indebted to him."

The German let the subject drop, "Whatever you say, fearless leader."

The precog smirked, "Yeah. Whatever I say."

~*~*~

Omi raced into the shop excitedly, slamming some papers down on the counter. Fortunately, there weren't any customers in the shop.

"FOUND HIM!!!!!" the young blonde shouted excitedly, "I found him!"

Immediately, Yohji was practically shoving Omi out of the way in an effort to read the sheets. "Really? Where is he? How do we get him out? I hope I get to gut that Schwarz bastard!"

"Yohji, calm down," Aya urged, smiling faintly, "We know where he is. All we have to do now is come up with a decent plan and go get him."

Yohji nodded, grinning excitedly. It had been six weeks since Schwarz had captured Ken on a mission, and now Yohji could hardly wait to get his lover back. He had missed his cheerful, happy Kenken. He wanted that light back in his life.

The boys closed the shop up, moving down to the mission room to plan for the rescue. Yohji and Omi were in high spirits, excited at the prospect of having Ken back in their lives again. Aya, too, was happy at the thought of being able o rescue Ken, but the redhead did not have very high hopes for his younger teammates health, either emotionally or physically. Not after six weeks of Schwarz.

"It shouldn't be too difficult," Omi said cheerfully, "According to the information I've gathered, Schwarz has a mission tonight. It should take them several hours. Then we can go in and rescue Ken. It'll be a snap to get in and a snap to get out. He's being kept in their safehouse, so the only security we'd have to deal with is the system Schwarz sets up on their home."

Yohji was grinning like a wild man, "I cannot wait to get that boy back again. He is going to be in so much trouble for making me worry like he has."

"Yohji-" Aya cautioned.

Yohji waved him off, "I know, I know. I'm not really going to yell at him, I'm just too excited to be getting him back."

Omi laughed, "This'll be great! We'll get to be a whole family again. I'll just finalize a few details. Mission starts at 2100 hours, so be ready."

~*~*~

Omi was bent over almost double, violently expelling his dinner from his stomach. But at least now, Schwarz would have Omi vomit all over the nice leather chair.

Aya patted Omi on the back, trying to sooth the younger Weiss. Yeah, they had been expecting something bad...but not quite like this. Ken was unconscious, his breathing shallow. He looked like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple pieces missing. His entire torso was covered with gashes in various stages of healing. His skin-instead of its normally healthy bronze, was pasty and ill looking. His eyes were sunken and ringed by black circles. When Yohji checked, his pulse was weak, though it was at least steady.

Yohji found a clean sheet to wrap his lover in, being careful of his wounds. Gently, the playboy lifted him into his arms, cradling him close to his chest. "Let's go."

Omi, pulling himself together as best he could, nodded and led the way. It was as easy for them to get out as it was to get in, and withing forty-five minutes of arriving at the Schwarz safehouse, they were on their way back home again.

~*~*~

Omi sighed, pacing outside Ken's room. Aya and Yohji had gone in there with their injured teammate, and were currently working on patching him up. They'd been in there for half an hour already, and the youngest Weiss was starting to get antsy. He knew Yohji and Aya were more than capable of taking care of the kinds of injuries Ken had, but Omi was worried anyway. After he'd thrown up at the Schwarz safehouse, they'd forbidden him from entering the room until they said he could. Which was just as well, since he'd likely get in the way, anyway.

Aya opened the door, and Omi practically ran over him in his attempt to get through the door. Cleaned up, Ken didn't really look all that bad. Then again, the majority of his injuries were underneath the sheet. Yohji was sitting next to the bed, holding Ken's hand rather tightly. Omi perched himself up on the dresser.

"Is he going to be okay?" the young Weiss asked.

"Ah. I believe so," Yohji replied, not moving his eyes from Ken's pale face. He's got a mild infection, and is suffering from malnutrition, but other than that-nothing we can't handle."

Aya returned with a pair of tweezers and a small tupperware bowl, and sat down at the foot of the bed.

Omi scrunched his eyebrows together. "Ano...Aya-kun, what are you doing?"

Aya glanced up at the young blonde, "Schwarz drove staples into the soles of his feet. I need to get them out, preferably while he's still unconscious. It looks like they've been there for at least a few days, if not longer."

Omi blanched, resolutely turning away from what Aya was doing. It wasn't too very long before Aya finished up, and went to throw away the bowl, staples and all.

"It also looks like something was driven through his hands," Yohji aid when Aya returned, staring at the hand in his.

"So it does," said Aya, cleaning up all the supplies they had used on the brunette and putting them away.

"Dammit, Aya, don't you feel anything?!" Yohji shouted, releasing Ken's hand and raising himself to his feet.

Omi blinked, looking back and forth between the two, "Ano...Yohji-kun-"

Yohji ignored him, instead glaring at Aya, "He was caught because of your mistake, you know."

Aya stared at Yohji angrily, "I know that, Yohji. Just because I don't wear my emotions on my sleeves doesn't mean I don't have them. I'm just as worried as you are, but we can't undo what has been done. We're just going to have to take care of him to the best of our abilities and hope he recovers completely."

Yohji and Omi both stared at Aya with hostile, blank stares.

The redheaded leader of Weiss rolled his eyes, "Come on, guys. Did you look at him? He's obviously been tortured. That tends to leave emotional scars. We're going to have to deal with that, as well."

Yohji gave Aya a disgusted look, "Ken'll be fine. He always is. He's strong, he'll pull through."

"I'm just saying that you shouldn't get your hopes up too high, that's all." Aya pushed past Yohji to exit the room. "Please, let me know when he wakes."

"O-okay, Aya-kun." Omi stuttered. He was somewhat shocked at what Aya had said, though it made sense. He just didn't want to think about Ken changing in anyway. The brunette was something of an older brother to the young blonde.

They would just have to wait and see, he guessed.

~*~*~

Brad glared at the vomit-covered chair. Glaring wouldn't bring his pet back to him, of course. But there wasn't much else to do. Obviously, Weiss had come and had rescued their lost comrade. It really pissed him off that their hacker was better than Nagi.

"Farfarello, clean this up."

The Irishman looked at Crawford through his one amber eye. "Messes like this hurt God."

"Just do it. When I get back, I expect it to be gone." And with that, Brad left the room, leaving Farfarello alone.

The insane man grumbled as he did what he had been told. It wasn't worth arguing with Brad in those types of moods. But it seriously sucked that the American treated him like the hired help. He was insane, not stupid. Certainly not a drudge existing for the sole purpose of making Bradley Crawford's life easier.

Farfarello sighed. He couldn't get Schuldig to agree with him, because the two were screwing like rabbits whenever Brad didn't have a pet. Like that Weiss kitten. Farfarello smirked at that. He had to admit, he liked the thought of Weiss being able to get through Nagi's system.

Nagi didn't like Farfarello, either.

Now, that wasn't to say he particularly liked Weiss. Then again, he didn't dislike them, either. Not like the others in his group. To Farfarello, the only reason to kill Weiss would be if they got in the way during a mission.

He did kinda feel sorry for Ken, though. Brad had been more sadistic than usual. The one thing Farfarello couldn't figure out was if that was because Ken was a member of Weiss, or if it was because he was Ken.

~*~*~

Ken stared blankly at the ceiling. It was the first thing he saw when he woke up, and he was feeling too apathetic to bother looking at anything else. There was one thing bothering the brunette, however. The ceiling was different than what he was used to. Did Crawford move him out of that place? He couldn't remember being moved, but then again, he couldn't remember much past the branding iron being pushed into the middle of his lower back.

He heard a door opening, but didn't care to look and see if it was Schuldig or Bradley this time. It didn't matter much to Ken, the result was always the same.

"Ken?"

The brunette blinked. The voice was familiar, but his mind refused to place it. Ken turned his head to see a young blonde child standing in the doorway. He felt he should know this kid. But his mind refused to supply him with a name.

"Ken-kun? You're awake!" The blonde grinned happily, "Hold on, I'll be right back!"

Ken watched as the youth raced back out of his room, shouting, "YOHJI! AYA! KEN WOKE UP!"

Ken heard a pounding in the hallway, and the next thing he knew, another blonde burst into the door. The new blonde just stared at him from the doorway, and Ken didn't feel like turning his head, so he just stared blankly back. This one, too, he felt he should recognize.

Yohji was pushed through the door by Omi, and then Aya joined the pair at the door. Absently, Ken wondered what was so interesting on the bed that all these people had to come and stare at him. He knew that he knew them, but his mind refused to provide him with names. They would come to him, Ken was sure.

The elder blonde-Yohji, his mind finally supplied-was the first to move, rushing to the bedside. "Kenken? Thank God, you're awake!" The blonde sat on the bed, staring at Ken and grinning like a madman. Aya and Omi also came in to see him.

"How are you feeling?" Aya asked. Ken blinked at him.

"Ken-kun?" asked Omi, before looking to Aya for reassurance. The redhead shook his head, puzzled.

Slowly, Ken closed his eyes, not feeling up to looking at these people anymore.

"Ken? Ken!"

~*~*~

Aya peered into the room silently. Yohji was trying to convince Ken to talk to him. The brunette was ignoring the blonde. Instead or of taking to him, the blue-eyed boy stared out the window continuously.

The redhead turned away, leaving the two in peace. It had been three months since they had rescued Ken from Schwarz, and the difference in Ken was more than just glaringly obvious. And more than that, it was painful to see as well.

Ken never smiled anymore. He didn't joke with Omi, tease Yohji, or even try to get him to talk anymore. The brunette rarely even spoke anymore. And they thought Aya was the silent one of the group.

But most importantly, in Aya's opinion, was Ken's reaction every time Yohji got near him. Ken would just tense up and freeze when any of them attempted to get physically close to him. And Aya was afraid that Yohji didn't realize this, and would unconsciously drive Ken away when the brunette needed him the most.

When Aya tried to talk to Yohji, however, the blonde had gotten defensive. He was only worried about Ken, and Aya could understand that. But…their Siberian was getting, if anything, not better, but worse. The brunette kept withdrawing into himself, and they couldn't get him to come back out. And it was only a matter of time until he snapped.

~*~*~

Aya was out visiting his sister, and Omi was studying with some friend from school, leaving Ken and Yohji alone in the apartment. Ken, silent as he always was anymore, was in the kitchen making lunch when Yohji walked in.

"Go away."

"Now, Kenken," The blonde walked up behind him, wrapping the younger boy in a caring embrace, "I just want you to talk to me. You're always shutting me out."

The brunette was tense against Yohji's chest. "No. Go away, Yotan. I mean it."

"Ken…let me help you." Yohji buried his face into Ken's soft hair.

"Let go of me, Yohji. Go away. You have until the count of three." Venom laced the young assassins voice.

"I don't want to lose you."

"One."

"Kenken, don't shut me out like this."

"Two."

"Please. Tell me how to help you."

"Three."

Ken reached over the counter, removing a large butcher's knife from it's holder. Before Yohji could notice this, much less register his danger, the brunette plunged the knife into Yohji's upper thigh, blood spurting forth to cover the younger man's hand.

Yohji's eyes were wide, and the blonde fell back, pressing his hands to the wound. "Ken…"

The brunette smirked down at the blonde. "I told you to leave me alone. But you didn't listen, and I didn't get to finish making lunch."

Yohji pushed himself to his knees, trying to get to the phone to call for help. The blonde wasn't that seriously hurt, but he would most definitely need to get stitches. He was blocked by his lover. Ken shook his head, a small, seductive smile playing on his lips when he went for Yohji's other leg, preventing him from being able to walk.

Ken was smiling at Yohji. It was…unnerving. The brunettet pushed Yohji onto his back, staring at the blonde as if he were a cut of prime rib. Then the brunette turned away from Yohji, and the blonde sighed in relief. Maybe now he could get away and get help.

Ken had gone back to what he was doing earlier, which had been slicing vegetables. He gave the impression of completely ignoring the blonde, and Yohji took the opportunity to try and escape.

The blue-eyed soccer player then dumped his vegetables into a skillet, before turning back to Yohji, smiling that same unnerving smile.

"Yotan…where are you going? Don't you want to have lunch with me? After all, you're the one who said you wanted me to open up to you, remember."

"Ah" Yohji coughed, "But first I need to get this taken care of." Hopefully, Ken would snap out of whatever insanity gripped him.

Instead, the brunette frowned. "Ne, Yohji, I don't think so."

"Huh?"

Ken reached out and forcibly extended Yohji's arm to its full length. Yohji winced as a sharp, stinging radiated from his arm. Ken had taken out a two-by-six strip of skin and muscle out of Yohji's upper arm, and it hurt like a bitch.

"Ken…what are…"

Swipe. Ken did it again. And again. Until Yohji was missing a gread deal of flesh from his arm.

Whistling, Ken cut the strips into even thinner strands, then tossed them into his pan. Yohji blinked as the brunette began to fry him. Shocked, Yohji watched as Ken cooked the meat he'd only just hacked off of Yohji and serve it on a plate.

He was even more shocked when Ken commented that it tasted like chicken.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Yohji. Would you like some?" Ken offered the elder Weiss his fork. Yohji turned away and was violently ill. "No? Too bad. It's really good."

Yohji got his vomiting under control. Shakily, the blonde pushed himself away from the table. Ken frowned at him, "Now, Yotan, don't be like that. Where do you think you're goin?"

The blonde playboy kept putting as much distance between himself and Ken as possible, but he only had one good arm left, and the blood loss was getting to him. Dizzily, Yohji watched as Ken approached him with that bloodied butchers knife.

Ken knealt down in front of him, that irritating, frightening smirk on his face.

"Now, Yohji, be a good boy and play nice."

The blonde could only watch in horror as the knife came down upon him.

~*~*~

"I'm home!" Omi burst into the apartment, looking around. He was slightly disappointed that no one came to greet him, but shrugged it off. Entering the kitchen, he found a warm dinner and a note waiting for him. A jingling of keys caught his attention, and he rushed back to see Aya entering the kitchen. "Ken-kun and Yohji aren't here right now," the young blonde informed his leader, "But Ken left dinner for us."

Aya nodded to acknowledge the younger boy. ""Where are Ken and Yohji?"

"I dunno," Omi beamed at Aya, "The note just says they stepped out. That's a good sign, right, Aya?"

Aya smiled reassuringly at the young boy. "I'm sure it is, Omitchi."

"Well, I'm gonna go wash up. I'll be out in a minute, okay Ayan?"

Aya nodded and proceeded to enter the living room. An appreciative glance ran over the elegant dinner Ken had made. Moments later, he was brought out of the kitchen by Omi's panicked screams.

The young blonde was against the wall, staring into the bathroom. Eyes narrowed, Aya peered into the bathroom. He then shut the door, ushering Omi into the living room and dialing Manx's number. After all, Kritiker expected to be informed when something major happened to affect the team's efficiency.

Yohji had been in the bathroom, dumped into the tub like a ragdoll. The blonde, his teammate, had been gutted, his intestines spread all over the bathroom floor. His left leg was missing from the knee down, and all of his fingers had been broken. Yohji's hands had been attatched to the wall courtesy some of their expensive steak knives.

Worse than that, perhaps, were Yohji's eyes. They were not where they should have been. The playboy's expressive green eyes had been gouged out of his face and had been lying in the sink, and the corpse stared at them out of vacant sockets. Aya was sure he would be having nightmares for months because of that sight.

Omi was huddled on the couch, eyes wide and extremely pale. "Wonder where Ken-kun is…" The blonde looked up at Aya, eyes pleading, "Do you think Ken-kun is okay, Aya? You don't think they got him, too, do you?"

Aya looked at Omi, but didn't reply.

~*~*~

Ken whistled, walking down the street as if he didn't have a care in the world. Hopefully, Omi and Aya were home by now, enjoying the dinner he had made. The brunette frowned. It really was unfair of Yohji to refuse his food, without even trying it. And Yohji tried to claim that he loved Ken.

And then, to make matters worse between them, Yohji stopped talking to Ken. He wouldn't even move off of the kitchen floor, so Ken had to take him to the bathroom and get him cleaned up. Then he had to mop the floor, so that the others wouldn't see Yohji's mess when they came it.

--Bad day, kitten?--

Ken turned around. He knew that voice, and he didn't like it. He stopped when he spotted Schuldig walking towards him.

--Sounds like someone could use a break, huh? Trust that playboy Yohji to ruin your dinner plans, ne?--

Ken rolled his eyes. The german telepath had that right. Yohji was such a jerk.

"Maybe you should get away from the Koneko for a while," Schuldig said, finally reaching where the blue-eyed assassin was standing. "If you left him alone tonight, that would sure show him, now wouldn't it?"

Ken beamed up at Schuldig, "That's a great idea! Oh…wait. I don't have money or anything to rent a hotel room for the night."

The german's smile became even more sinister, "Then why don't you come stay with me and my friends tonight? It'll be fun, just like a sleepover."

"That's be great!" the soccer player exclaimed, "Oh, but…Aya and Omi would worry about me."

"Nah," Schuldig said, "I'll call Brad and have him phone them."

"Wonderful!" Ken laughed, following the German, "I'll get revenge on Yohji and get to have a sleepover at the same time."

Schuldig looked over at the younger male. Boy, was his mind screwed. He gets into a fight with his boyfriend over the stupidest little thing, and then represses his memories of Schwarz being his enemy.

~*~*~

Farfarello looked up as Schuldig entered the apartment. He had someone with him. The Irishman turned away. He could not help but feel relieved that it would not be him tonight. True, he may be insane and not feel pain, but he still didn't want to be treated like a punching bag or stress reliever for Brad and/or Schuldig.

"Bradley, we're home!" Schuldig called out.

"We?" Brad asked, coming out of the kitchen. The precog's grin widened as he saw the telepath's companion. "Why, hello, Kitten. What are you doing here?"

"Pissing off Yohji. He wasn't being very nice tonight," Ken pouted.

Brad blinked, but then smiled reassuringly. "Well, I suppose that's to be expected sometimes. Come on, We were just making dinner."

Ken sniffed, "Yohji wouldn't eat mine."

"Pity for Yohji." Brad said, wrapping a friendly arm around Ken's shoulder. Ken beamed up at him.

With false gentleness, Brad led the younger man into the kitchen.

~*~*~

"Hey Farf!" Ken threw himself onto the couch. Farfarello looked up from where he was reading the dictionary backwards.

The Irishman blinked at the boy, before setting his book down. "Why did you come back here?"

The blue-eyed soccer player looked at Farf, "Huh?"

"Why did you come back? Your teammates went through all that trouble to get you out, yet you voluntarily returned. I do not understand."

Ken grinned at him, "Yohji got mad at me. I seriously don't get that guy."

"Why was he mad at you?" Farfarello asked.

"I dunno. I guess he thinks I've been…inattentive? Then again, it could have something to do with the fact that I stabbed him."

Farfarello blinked his eye at the boy. "You stabbed him? Why?"

"Don't look at me like that!" Ken exclaimed, "It was so totally his own fault. He wouldn't leave me alone. Then he wouldn't eat the snacks I made for him."

"What did you make?" Farfarello was curious now.

"Oh, I just cut strips out of his arm and fried them…do you think that's why he wouldn't eat? Maybe I should have taken the meat from his legs?"

Farfarello was shocked. "You ate your boyfriend?"

Ken nodded enthusiastically, "It was really good, too! I wish you could have been there to try some."

"Sounds interesting," Farfarello commented, turning back to his book.

~*~*~

Schuldig paused at the entrance to the kitchen. Ken was busy making a cake for their dessert tonight. The brunette had been with them for three days. And in that time, Ken hadn't seemed at all concerned about going back to Weiss. When questioned, the brunette answered that of course he wasn't going home. Not until Yohji called and apologized. Well, it didn't take long for Brad to confirm that Kudou Yohji, Weiss' Balinese, had been brutally murdered. And it seemed Ken had no intention of leaving them. He had almost become something of a housemaid for tem.

What surprised them was that Kritiker listed Ken as missing. Apparently they thought Kudou's murderer had kidnapped Siberian. To Schuldig's dismay, Brad had forbid him from playing with the kitten, since it seemed he wanted to defect, for whatever reason. Schuldig didn't particularly care for diving into Ken's head.

And that was so hard to do. He remembered how fun Siberian had been.

And Brad was out. He'd be out for a while.

Schuldig wanted to play.

"Kaetzchen?"

Ken looked up, and adorable frown on his face. "Oh, Schuldig. It's just you. I'm kinda busy right now."

"So?" Schuldig entered the kitchen, ignoring the flash of irritation in Ken's blue eyes.

"Schuldig. I'm busy. Go away."

"I don't want to," Schuldig wrapped his arms around Ken's suddenly stiff body.

Ken's voice was confused when he spoke, "Yohji did this, too. He wouldn't leave me alone and let me cook…"

Schuldig rolled his eyes.

"But I figured out how to make him stop bothering me," the young man's voice took on a determined edge. "If you don't leave me alone, I'll have to do that to you, too."

"Whatever…" Schuldig attacked Ken's neck with his skilled mouth.

Ken's eyes went wide. "Stop it. STOP IT!"

~*~*~

"Stop it. STOP IT!"

Farfarello looked up from what he was reading. It sounded like Schuldig was ignoring Brad's rules again. The Irishman felt sorry for Siberian…but, then again, the kitten _had_ come willingly.

A scream of pain tore through the house. Farfarello would have ignored it…if it had been Siberian's scream. But it was Schuldig who's cry of pain echoed through the house.

Curiosity overcoming his sense of self-preservation, Farfarello found himself drawn towards the kitchen-the source of the scream.

"Stop squirming!" Ken was pinning Schuldig to the table. The German had a large butcher's knife was through his right shoulder, and embedded into the table. His left arm was being held down by a steak knife through his wrist.

Farfarello blinked in surprise. This was not the scenario he pictured. Clear as day, he could remember Ken telling him that he'd eaten Yohji…

"What are you doing?"

Schuldig and Ken both turned to look at him.

"Farfarello! Thank Atheism you're here! Help me!" Schuldig yelled, trying to get Farfarello to assist him in breaking free of Hidaka.

Ken rolled his eyes, "Schuldig, if you'd only stop wiggling, it'd only hurt for a second!"

Farfarello watched in amazement as Ken straddled Schuldig's hips and began slicing chunks of meat out of his thighs. Schuldig altnerated between cursing out Ken for doing it and cursing out Farfarello for just standing there and watching.

Ken eventually released Schuldig and carried the chunks of flesh over to the stove. Farfarello watched in amazement as the brunette prepared the meat just like he would a steak. On the table, Schuldig was losing consciousness due to extreme blood loss.

"Hey, Farfarello, could you pass me the salt?" asked Ken, gesturing towards the table. The Irishman nodded and walked over to retrieve the spice. He stared down at Schuldig's accusing eyes for a moment, before grinning at the dying man. He could really get to like hanging out with Ken. And besides, cannibalism hurts God.

The two completely ignored the body on the table, instead focusing their attention on getting their steaks done absolutely perfect. After all, they were still required to take care of Nagi and Brad.

~*~*~

Brad sighed, pushing his way through the door. He couldn't wait to just eat and go to bed. Hopefully dinner was already done. The precog smiled. That was one benefit to having Hidaka living with them that he hadn't previously considered. Dinner was ready when he came in.

The Schwarz leader stopped in the kitchen doorway. The table had a table cloth on it…that wasn't there before…Shrugging, the American joined the three already seated.

Frowning, Brad looked around the table. "Where's Schuldig? I would've thought he'd want to be here for dinner. Especially if Ken made steak."

Ken rolled his eyes in annoyance, "I had to make him dinner earlier. He left. Didn't even say where he was going."

"Oh," was all Brad had to say to that. "Dinner looks good."

The blue-eyed brunette smiled beatifically, "Do you really think so?"

Brad nodded, "Yes. I do." He took a bite, eyes wide, "Wow. It tastes even better!"

Nagi nodded, already having eaten a significant portion of his meal. "Ken-kun is a really good cook."

Ken blushed, "Well, Farfarello helped."

Brad blinked, "Farfarello helped in the kitchen? And it's still intact?"

A quick look of annoyance passed between Ken and Farfarello, but it was so fleeting that Brad though he must have been imagining things.

After dinner, Nagi cleared the table, "I've got a ton of homework to do. Dinner was great, Ken-kun! Thanks!" The young telekinetic raced up the stairs and to his room.

Brad watched the telekinetic leave, and then stood up himself. "I'm also going to go to bed. I had a long day at work."

Ken nodded, "Don't worry. Farfarello and I can clean up this mess."

"Ah…thank you," Brad was somehow unnerved at the utter…peacefulness on Siberian's features. As quickly as possible, the precog made his escape to his room. He had the feeling he had missed something. Something important.

~*~*~

Nagi frowned. He couldn't really concentrate on his homework. Schuldig hadn't been home for nearly four days now. Even Brad was getting worried. Sighing, Nagi gave up and put his advanced calculus away. He couldn't help but wonder where Schuldig was.

His stomach growled, informing Nagi that it would be a good idea to eat something. Sighing again, Nagi started rooting through the freezer, looking for a frozen pizza or something.

What he found made him want to scream. A plastic freezer baggie. The kind housewives froze their peppers in.

Schuldig's green eyes stared back at him from within the clear plastic. Wide eyed, Nagi backed away until he stumbled into the table.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Brad. He had to call Brad!. Quickly, Nagi grabbed the phone off the hook, dialing the precog's cell phone number. Before the phone could complete one whole ring, he was cut off.

Hesitantly, Nagi looked up to Ken with his hand on the phone hook. "I'm sorry Nagi, but you won't be permitted any last calls."

The telekinetic gulped, spinning around to run out the other door. Farfarello was blocking his escape. "I can't let you leave, either, Nagi. I'm sorry, that's just the way things are. There's nothing I can do about it."

Nagi stared at his teammate in shock. He had used those exact same words when the Irishman would complain to him about Brad's behavior.

"Wh-what did you do to him?"

"Like we said," Ken explained.

"We made him dinner," Farfarello finished the explanation.

"Oh my God…we…those steaks…" Nagi rushed over to the sink and was violently ill. He could feel Ken come up behind him, stroking his hair and back soothingly. "Now what…"

"Now? You die."

"Please make it quick."

Ken nodded, and Nagi felt a sharp stab of pain in his neck, and then nothing.

Farfarello grinned, moving closer to the blood-covered assassin. Ken grinned at him, oblivious to the crimson fluid that graced his clothing, hands, and face. Farfarello leaned down, lapping at the blood on the smaller man's neck. Ken closed his eyes, leaning his head back to allow the Irishman better access to the blood.

Ken gasped a little as sharp teeth bit down on his skin, bruising the flesh there. Farf growled deep in his throat as he lapped up the last drop of blood. "Mine.." he growled possessively and claimed ken's lips in a bruising kiss. Ken whimpered softly, tasting the tangy stain of blood on the Irishman's lips. Long fingers tangled in white hair as he pulled Farfarello closer to him, needing to feel the other man closer. Slowly he gave in to Farfarello's urging and backed away until he could feel the edge of the counter pressing against the small of his back.

They parted, both gasping for air and Farfarello looked down into those deep blue eyes, smirking slightly. Ken, understanding the meaning of those words and the smirk the madman was giving him just nodded and pulled himself up to sit on the counter. "We have an hour till brad comes home, and I still have to make dinner."

Farf growled and bit down on Ken's earlobe, hard enough to draw a hiss from the smaller man. "Enough time, don't worry..."

Ken smiled and closed his eyes as a pale hand slid under his shirt, teasingly touching him and then pulling it over his head. One golden eye took in the sight before leaning down and once again teasing the exposed skin.

Ken moaned softly as sharp teeth found is nipple and ever so softly teased him, making him want for more. The fact that Farf was now rubbing his crotch wasn't helping either. "Farf....."

Deft fingers made short process of the white vest covering the taller mans torso, and in no time it had joined Ken's shirt on the red stained floor. A hot tongue traced the edges of the white bandages, sending shivers down Farf's spine. "Kitten.... you're such a tease...." the golden eye sparkled with lust and mischief.

Ken looked up, pouting. "That comes from you? Farf, come on...." Ken wrapped his legs around Farf's hips, pulling him closer for emphasys. "I dun wanna wait any longer."

That was all the Irishman needed to hear. In record time he head himself and Ken undressed, pressing their bodies together, drawing low moans from the brunette. Farf pulled back and Ken growled in frustration. "What are you doing Farf?"

The taller man chuckled and strolle dout of the kitchen, leaving a frustrated Ken sitting on the counter. Just as the brunette was deciding to just drop it and get started with dinner farf came back, holding something in his hand. Ken raised an eyebrow.

Farf chuckled. "I took this from Schuldig since I doubt he'll mind. Just to make this a little easier."

Ken chuckled at Farf's dark humor and watched as the man used the lubricant on himself, then he was back in Ken's arms. "This is gonna hurt."

Ken gasped and wriggled in Farf's arms, whining. "Farf.... don't tease...."

A low laugh was his only answer and then Ken once again felt Farfarello biting down on his neck, the same time as he was impaled by the man. ken cried out in pain, fingers digging deep into Farfarello's skin, surely drawing blood.

Farfarello held still, giving Ken some time to adjust before starting a furious rhythm, rocking Ken back and forth on the counter. Ken just gasped with every stroke, nibbling on Farf's jaw.

Strong hands ran along his back and then sneaked in between them, grasping his own neglected erection. Ken's eyes flew open as he moaned Farfarello's name. The white haired man just chuckled. "You like that hmm?"

Ken could only gasp and whine in return, until his world suddenly came crashing down on him in a white explosion and everything turned in on itself. He didn't even hear himself scream out as he slumped forwards against Farfarello's shoulders.

As Ken reached completion his inner muscles clamped down on Farfarello sending him over the edge as well. Holding himself deep inside Ken, he clutched the brunette tightly, possessively. He was his now, Farfarello and claimed his territory and no one would take the smaller man away from him.

They held on to each other for a few minutes before they finally parted and Farf helped Ken of the counter, slinging an arm around his waist. "So what now?"

Ken just grinned. "Well, I still have to cook dinner."

~*~*~

"Where's Nagi?" Brad asked the pair on the couch. Farfarello was sitting in one corner, while Ken was completely stretched out, head resting in the Irishman's lap.

Farfarello shrugged, "I haven't seen him since this afternoon. Why?"

Brad frowned, "He said he'd be home this afternoon."

Ken opened his eyes, gazing at Brad from his relaxed position. "Nagi said he promised one of his classmates that he'd help her study. He'll be back later. Hey Farf, hand me some of those popcorn chicken."

Farfarello reached into a bowl on the table, handing the popcorn chicken to Ken. Brad frowned. That didn't look like any popcorn chicken he'd ever seen. The American shrugged. Not his business.

Brad left the two to themselves, instead retreating to his own room. It was strange that Nagi wouldn't remember he was supposed to be home tonight. Schwarz would be commencing their next mission soon, and with Schuldig God knows where, he was really going to have to rely on Nagi and Farfarello. He may even decide to ask Ken if Schuldig isn't home.

Brad tensed as a vision hit him. But it left too fast for him to get much more out of it than a quick scene of Ken with a knife in his hands…Nervous now, the American precog went back downstairs to the living room. Ken and Farfarello were gone.

"Farfarello?" Brad called out, "Ken? Farfarello!"

"We're in the kitchen!" Ken replied, "Nagi left a mess in here."

Brad frowned, turning to go see what they were up to. Nagi wasn't usually the messy type.

"Really? It's not like Nagi to-" Brad stared in shock. Nagi…Nagi's headless , limbless body was laying on the ground, still in his school uniform. "For the love of Atheism…what happened?!" Brad asked, although the Farfarello's calm demeanor and Ken's serene expression as he loving packed Nagi's head in a plastic freezing bag told him all he needed to know.

"It's a shame, really," Ken said, brushing the lifeless bangs away from dull eyes, "That I couldn't get Yohji's head, too. Ah, well." Ken carefully placed Nagi's head in the freezer, next to what appeared to be another severed head. Schuldig.

Brad turned, racing to get out of the kitchen as fast as he could. Ken was faster.

And Ken was armed.

Brad stopped centimeters away from impaling himself on Ken's butcher's knife. Before the precog could do anything, though, Farfarello came up behind him, grabbing his arms.

A quick twist, and Brad's left shoulder was dislocated, while his right wrist was snapped. Brad screamed in pain, trying to lash out and kick Farfarello. His only reply was a slight grunt. Without any apparent effort, Farfarello help Brad up agains the wall.

"Shall we make God cry, Farfie-honey?" Ken asked, having retrieved several long steak knives. Not waiting for a reply, the brunette grabbed Brad's left arm and stretched it out as long across the wall as he could, before embedding knives into the wall through his wrist, elbow, and shoulder. He then repeated the process with the American's right arm.

Ken nodded, seemingly satisfied with his work. "Very good. But it's missing something…"

Farfarello silently crossed over to the sink, and extracted a bottle of bleach from the cabinet.

"Perfect," Ken purred, taking the bleach from Farfarello, exchanging it for a kiss. Brad watched apprehensively as the insane Weiss approached him.

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to be the last thing you see," Ken told him. Brad closed his eyes. Siberian responded by grabbing the precog's chin in his hand. "Bradley, look at me. I'm not going to hurt you anymore that you deserve."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Farfarello stepped up and put his arms around Ken's shoulders. "Prolong your suffering all you want. God is crying."

Unwillingly, Brad opened his eyes. Ken smirked, relishing the fear he saw in those obsidian orbs. "Good night."

Brad was confused for only a second, when a blinding pain invaded his eyes, nose, and mouth. Bleach…Ken had splashed him with bleach…and, oh god, did it hurt. He couldn't see anything. There was nothing but a blackness, the bleach already haven eaten through is eyes.

But the silence was worse. Ken and Farfarello had left him, stuck to the wall and blind. And he couldn't hear them anymore. And they had been quite vocal in their pleasures. Ken must've known what he was doing with the knives. He was bleeding a lot, but it was a slow death. Siberian had taken care not to puncture anything vital.

Footsteps. He could hear footsteps…

Brad tensed, half glad to not know what Ken was going to do next, half dreading the fact he didn't know what Ken was going to do next.

"Oh my God!" That voice was not Ken's. Nor was it Farfarello's. "AYA!"

Bombay. It was Weiss…or what was left of it.

Another set of footsteps, these heavier, announced Abyssinian's arrival.

Quietly, "Who did this?"

Brad opened his mouth, to try and tell them, "Sib-Si…"

"Are you saying KEN did this?" Omi asked, incredulous.

"That would make sense," Aya said, sadly. "The similarity to…Yohji…"

If Omi responded, he did not do so vocally.

"He's dying," Aya said. "There is no way to save him."

"Do it."

And Brad felt no more.

~*~*~

Ken stretched, opening his eyes to stare out the window. The rolling green hills of the Irish landscape greeted him cheerfully. Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around him, pulling him close to a firm body.

"Good morning, kitten."

Ken spun around, a smile on his face for his lover.

"Mornin' Farfie-honey," the brunette leaned forward, planting a kiss on his lover's cheek. He attempted to push himself up and out of bed, but was pulled back.

Giggling, blue eyes looked up to meet amber, and Ken managed to push himself to his feet. "Koi, I've got to go make breakfast. And then I need to finish smoking that barber before the meat goes bad. Now let me up."

"Maybe," Farfarello said, "What's for breakfast?"

Ken grinned, "What do you want?"

Farfarello considered the request for a moment, "You."

Ken's eyes went wide as the Irishman flipped him back onto the bed, and then closed as he attacked all of the brunette's sensitive areas.

"I think…breakfast can wait," Ken exclaimed breathlessly, before returning the favor.

~owari~

Aya: …….

Moon: He seems to be taking it well.

Aya; Day-chan, Shi-ne. Your first lemon, and it wasn't Me and Ken?

Day: ^_^;

Aya; And…IRELAND They moved to IRELAND!!!!!!!!

Day: ^_^;;;

Farf: I liked it.

Aya: *glare* That's because you got MY Ken.

Ken: *sweatdrops* Can't we all just get along?