Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ I Deserve ❯ Angel has flown ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimers: I do not own the characters of Weiss Kruez, Takehito Koyasu, Tsuchiya Kyoko, Shinshokan and others do. This story is from my head and there is no way that they would even think of doing this with their characters.

Warning: Sensitive issues in this chapter. The same as the other chapters.

Pairing: Aya x Youji

Rating: R

Spelling: NZ English same as UK English

Authors Note: This chapter is dedicated to the following - Kurai-Chan thank you very much for the positive email you sent me. Pink bunny mentioned that I did not have much on Omi in my last chapters, so this is for you *smiles* I feel Omi is the brains of the team and the most intelligent. *grins* I love all four of them but Youji is my favourite. Thanks to Rue-chan for your lovely review I await for the lyrics of the song you suggested. Tmelange I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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The Angel has flown.

Omi walked down the stairs the smell of waffles cooking caressing his nostrils. He frowned, who would be up before him besides Aya and it would definitely not be him cooking breakfast for any of them. Then that only left Ken or Youji. Omi chuckled at this. Youji…not likely.

He walked towards the kitchen smiling, "Morning Ke…Youji!?" He froze his blue eyes the size of saucers. Two days in a row now but this was it just was not Youji.

The older man placed a false smile on his face dark circles under his eyes, after Aya had left last night he did not get much sleep. First he could not stop thinking about his team mate and why he was helping him and when he did manage to get to sleep, he kept on having nightmares…his fathers face. He shivered turning back to the waffles his full concentration on stopping his hand from shaking. His past forcing itself on him again…

…the look of ecstasy on his fathers face as he buried himself inside of Youji's smaller body, the groans and moans as he held his sons arms above his head, making him watch every movement his father made. The self hatred at the betrayal of his own body as his father's other hand grasped his penis and began to stroke it in time with his thrusting motions the blood rushing through his body. How could she leave me like this?…how could that bitch hand me over to…

"Youji?" Omi hesitantly walked towards him; there was something wrong he could sense it. His slender hand reached out and touched Youji's wrist…

Youji flinched snatching his hand away from Omi's touch snapping angrily, "Don't fucking touch me!" His breathing uneven. What was happening to him? Why was he being haunted by his damn past? He felt suffocated and needed to get out of here looking around him wildly.

Omi watched helplessly his hands tightly clasped together. "Youji I-I did not mean to…"

"Omi it is alright." Aya walked in his voice deep and cool but welcomed by both team mates. Aya watched Youji's bent head intently, concern rushing through him for his older team mate. He stopped in front of Youji forcing him to look at him.

"But Aya I did not mean to upset Youji." Omi felt terrible the look of hatred that Youji gave him cut through him like no real knife could.

"You didn't." Placing his hands on Youji's shoulders, Aya shook him gently understanding in his violet eyes.

Looking at the red head, emerald depths closed then flickered staring intently into the eyes of Aya's as calm ran through him once again. Youji sighed he really had to sort himself out this was getting out of hand when his nightmares carried on through his waking moments. Aya wouldn't always be there.

Youji felt bereft when those pale slender hands left his shoulders. Shrugging Youji turned to look down at Omi apologising softly, "Sorry Omi I was miles away." He smiled at the little Chibi feeling regret that he had made Omi feel unhappy. He respected the younger boy more than anyone would ever know. He was like a younger brother he never had. "It was nothing you have said or done…believe me." He tapped the side of his head to reinforce this.

Omi let out a shaky breath in understanding. They all understood this, the demons they all carried inside of them. A smile wavered on his lips.

Nodding Youji reached out to caress the little Chibi's cheek, his friend and brother. He smiled more as Omi grinned, he was forgiven. He could not stand it if his team mates never forgave him.

Watching this scene Aya knew he should not be having thoughts of grabbing Omi by the throat and flinging him across the room as jealously sang through his veins like a vicious song. Thoughts of grabbing Youji's caressing fingers and placing them on his own cheek. But the thoughts were there all the same and there was nothing he could do about them. His face clenching he swallowed to calm himself down before he acted upon them, his hands fisted tightly. Youji was his! His eyes flickered slightly at this and before he could stop himself he snapped out Youji's name, "Youji!" He had to stop Youji from stroking Omi's cheek somehow.

Both of them looked at the red head puzzled.

Omi stared at him shrewdly but only received ice daggers back from those violet blue depths. Thoughtfully Omi stepped away from Youji and could see that Aya was breathing a lot easier from that simple action, his hands unclenching. Omi then moved towards the waffle machine, the tension thick enough to slice through it. Omi could not believe that Aya had feelings for Youji and was jealous of him...Omi. It was unmistakable the emotion Aya was feeling so blatant even if the Ice King did not want to admit to it. Omi smiled to himself, silly Aya, Youji was like a brother to him and Youji felt the same way besides if anything Youji was more interested in the red head. They would be good for each other once they work out what they feel for each other. He chuckled at this, they maybe older but that did not make them wiser, they were far too stubborn the pair of them.

Youji turned towards Aya his fingers lifting to brush against Aya's own stiff hand. It fascinated him to see the Ice King like this, the way he snapped at him for no apparent reason. Youji had thought that Aya would slap his hand or snatch his hand away as if he was burnt but instead he fooled him by letting him touch him, warm silky skin against warm satin skin being caressed gently sending an electrical sensation up there arms that they both stepped back quickly gasping. They were only glad that Omi had his back turned from them. Both confused with the way they were now reacting with one another.

Aya recovered first by coughing to clear his throat and whatever else was happening to him surprised at how calm he sounded after the gentle touch of Youji's. "I have that address we wanted. We can go after breakfast."

"Sure that sounds good to me." Youji was trying to keep his head, no false hopes for him where Aya was concerned it was the last thing he needed at this time. Then what had just happened? I don't know…I just don't know but it felt wonderful.

Aya was of the same mind as he left the kitchen, the touch of his team mate still burning an impression on his hand. He lifted the limb staring at it intently as if it would reveal to him the secret that was eluding him. Could it be that his feelings for Youji were more than miniscule? His hand dropped quickly as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Looking down Ken stared straight into Aya's eyes and for a brief second he saw an emotion that shocked and scared him. The look of fascination burning in the violet depths…and it was not for him. With a determined look Ken lifted his chin in the air. It is now or never, if he waited any longer it could be too late. "Morning Aya can I speak to you for a moment?"

With impatience Aya shook his head, "It will have to wait. Youji and I will be leaving soon." He carried on up the stairs heading for his room his mind still on the sweet touch of Youji's. Sweet?!

Ken watched his every movement a frown etched deeply between his eyes. Youji. Why is it that the blonde is always interfering with his plans? He was getting really pissed with the blonde. Stomping down towards the kitchen he stepped back wide eyed. Youji. So that is why Aya was looking the way he did. Surely Aya wasn't beginning to feel anything for this blond headed bimbo.

Looking up Omi smiled, "Morning Ken. Waffles?"

Youji nodded towards him, "Ken." Then walked passed him lighting a cigarette as he sat down looking out the window. His waffles he did not touch.

"Morning Omi, Youji." Ken looked at the older man slyly trying to gauge what mood Youji was in. Damn Youji and his bloody smile, everyone knows it is a mask that he constantly wore in front of them.

Omi tilted his head staring at Ken, "Waffles Ken?" Now what is going on? Ken looks angry at Youji! His team mates are going to drive him crazy if this keeps up. But why would Ken be angry with Youji? With his jaw set with determination Omi was going to find out what was on Ken's mind and didn't care how he found out.

"Er, yes Omi I am hungry."

Handing Ken a plate full of waffles and syrup Omi watched him carefully making his eyes wide with innocence.

Ken sat down across from Youji cutting into his waffle and spooning it into his mouth. Swallowing he looked at the blond, "So what are you doing today Youji?"

Smiling Youji replied, "Just visiting a friend today." He puffed on his cigarette and exhaled slowly. He couldn't wait to see Eliza, to see if she was safe and out of harms way, his dream of her being an Angel was troubling him. Omen? Fuck he hoped not. Pushing his plate away from him he stood up stubbing out his cigarette he had to know if she was safe and now! "I will catch with you later." Picking up his plate he placed it on the bench smirking at Omi, "Keep out of trouble while I am gone chibi." Youji laughed when Omi's expression turned sour.

Omi could not help but smile he was only glad that Youji was smiling and happy again. "I am not the one who should keep out of trouble. Oh and Youji--"

Pausing Youji looked over his shoulder, "what?"

"Tell Aya I will be looking into the American's profile after our shift. I should have some answers for him then."

Youji nodded, the silver haired male named Aiden. The one he had to get close to, that was going to be hard he did not look like a fool.

Ken watched him leave anger simmering below the surface. Why the hell was Aya going with him to see a friend? Aya hated friends. He hated people in general full stop! So why? Was his plan backfiring to bite him in the arse? He had thought by telling Aya it would be the end of Youji. God it was starting to give him a headache but it was having the opposite affect and it made him feel hurt inside. His bottom lip trembled as he ate another waffle his thoughts doing nothing but giving him pain.

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Youji could only stare at the magnificent house in wonderment. He had not realised that Eliza was wealthy. He turned to Aya, "Are you sure this is the right address?"

Aya ignored him and walked up the elegant pathway, this was the right place there sources were never wrong. Anyway it looks like Eliza has rich parents. He did not like this one bit, something was wrong here. He frowned giving Youji a sidelong glance, his feelings for the beautiful blond puzzling. He wanted to hold him in his arms and protect him from the world, his past and maybe the future. Stopping by the door, he motioned for Youji to knock and smirked as he saw Youji shake that silky hair of his about to argue with him but then changed his mind knocking briskly.

With impatience Youji knocked again but louder. What the hell is going on in there? He knew someone was home and this feeling that was gripping at him was making him panic. Eliza please be safe, please for me.

The door slowly opened to reveal a female with black unruly hair, red swollen eyes, her lip split. She looked at the two staring back at her, the red head then the blonde. Recognition flashed in her eyes as she stared into the emerald orbs.

Confused Youji glanced at Aya with the 'I swear I have never seen this woman before' look. It was obvious she was Eliza's mother or relation, because the bright blue eyes of Eliza's was staring at them with wariness.

Pulling himself together Youji took a deep breath, "I am sorry to bother you but I was wondering…"

"Youji?"

Both men started as she spoke his name. Well at least he did not feel like such a pervert he was not in the mood to explain who he was he just wanted to see Eliza. His eyes scanned the females face his own hardening. The cut lip, the bruises on her neck as if someone tried to strangle her. She was the mother. He flinched at this his eyes becoming cold and his tone icier, "Where is Eliza?"

Aya looked at him with surprise. This did not sound like Youji; he was always a gentleman with the females.

The female trembled as she fought back the tears. This is the man who made her daughter happy, the one she trusted the only man she ever trusted in her life. The photos she had taken secretly of him, how she secretly watched him from the distance, the notes in her diaries about how she thought he was a golden Angel with emerald eyes. Her saviour.

"Is she home?" Youji's heart was beating faster than normal as he fought to control his emotions. Eliza! You are gone aren't you? I can't feel your presence here in this world. He felt a lump in his throat. Why should he care about her? How could someone he hardly knew affect him so badly that his world was beginning to crumble because he was too fucking late to save her?

"She died last night."

Just like that, she died last night. Youji stiffened, "How?" He watched the female with icy detachment her changing emotions he sneered at. He could not explain the anger he felt for this woman but it was there swirling like a black mist in his soul. He felt pure hatred because she reminded him of someone he hated more than his father.

"That is none of your business." Her guilt almost strangling her.

Something inside of Youji snapped his face snarling, "You're the fucking mother where the hell were you when she was being beaten up. Conveniently not home were you, better yet downstai…"

The cracking sound as she hit his face stopped what Youji was about to say. Aya stepped in front of the woman not sure what was going on with his team mate, whatever it was it was slowly eating away at Youji's self control. He looked at the female coolly, "You will have to excuse my friend Mrs…?"

Taking a deep breath Angelina only felt more guilt by what Youji had said because he had only spoken the truth. She was too afraid to fight for her daughter…so afraid that he would end up killing them both. But he killed Eliza anyway didn't he? He may not have been there but he was the cause of her unhappiness. The reason she took those pills. She shook herself looking at the red head, "Mrs Kraydon. I think it would be best if you two left."

Youji turned from her saying softly, "I hope you can live with yourself Mrs Kraydon." He had to hold himself together he will find out what the hell happened and then he was going to return and kill the bastard who was responsible for her death.

Aya just nodded at the female feeling sorry for her, he watched as she shrunk backwards from Youji's parting words. He would check out her profile and see if he can get any information on how Eliza died. Not because he was curious he was doing this for Youji. He watched as the blond stood by his Porsche trying to light a cigarette his hand shaking making this simple task impossible.

Sighing Aya grabbed the lighter and lit Youji's smoke for him putting the lighter into his own pocket saying quietly, "What was that all about Youji?"

Dragging on his cigarette deeply, he held his breath for a moment then exhaled the smoke slowly as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Angrily he wiped it away his body trembling. He could not answer Aya because the words would choke him. He felt a slender arm wrap around his waist pulling him closer to a warm body the chill in his soul afraid to feel anything. Then another arm pulled his head down into the neck and shoulder of his team mate. Youji was lifeless in Aya's embrace, his eyes swimming with tears that he hated so much. The pain inside of him as he blamed himself for being too late to save her. She was so fucking young and beautiful and she did not deserve to die. Biting his bottom lip until it bled his own arms wrapped tightly around the slender form of Aya, hot tears burning his face. She was so young. These words kept repeating inside of his head. Mothers are supposed to love and watch over there children, the tears tumbling faster as he tried to stop himself from sobbing.

Aya clung to Youji the feel of his body against his so right and perfect. He was not a human contact person not since the death of his parents but this was so right. He felt his team mate shudder against him, the pain transferring from Youji to him that he began to stroke the blonde's hair whispering softly. "I am here for you Youji; I am always here for you." He kept repeating them like a mantra to let Youji know that he meant them. Aya began to tremble himself this feeling overwhelming him and frightening him in the same breath. He turned his face into the locks of the blonde breathing in the smell of Youji, his silky hair of honey caressing his senses. He knew he should stop himself but he couldn't his lips pressing to the silky tresses, the sensation erotic as his lips brushed it again. He whispered, "Youji," soft and husky.

Lifting his head Youji stared down at Aya wonderment in his stare. His heart skipped a beat as Aya's graceful hand wiped the tears from his cheeks, so gentle and soft, icy eyes showing another emotion that Youji was finding hard to decipher.

They both gazed at each other deeply searching for that indefinable emotion that had enthralled and bewildered them making them afraid to hope that this feeling was not just one sided.

Aya was about to lift his hands and place them around Youji's neck when a cough startled them and parted them quickly. Aya's heart beating faster than normal he turned to see Mrs Kraydon standing there looking at Youji warily.

"I-I am sorry to disturb you but--" she bit her lip lifting her hand up, her fingers unfurling to reveal three purple pills.

Youji looked from her to the pills and back to her face again, "did she take these be--" He frowned, he had to know what had happened to her, his voice soothing though it almost choked him, "how did she die Mrs. Kraydon?"

Grabbing Youji's hand and squeezing it Aya stood by him silently watching the female intently. He only hoped that she would tell them everything; this could have something to do with their mission. He had never seen them before.

Tears trailing down her cheeks Angelina decided that she would do this one last thing for her daughter no matter what happened. Taking a deep breath, head held high, images flashed like a cruel reminder as she remembered the broken body of her daughter that was twisted and deformed on the concrete, her blood splashed around her head like a red halo. With a shaky breath she spoke softly, "she stepped of the balcony last night after taking these pills."

Suicide! Youji coldly nodded his head, with determination his eyes glinted dangerously, are these the drugs they are looking for? Youji was sure they were. When he finds the ones making these drugs they were going to pay. He was now in mission mode. "Do you mind if we take these pills?"

Shaking her head she handed them to Youji. "I found these in her drawer I am not sure where she got them from or how long she has been using them."

Taking them and handing them to Aya Youji cringed when Angelina grabbed his hand; he tried to pull away from her tight grip trying not to panic. He stilled when she spoke pleadingly.

"Promise me Youji to find them, the ones who are responsible for the pills…please."

"Alright Mrs Kraydon but I am doing this for Eliza not for you." Gently removing his hand from her grip he stepped back, he would go to the club tonight. The mission starts now.

Aya knew that look it was the same look he gave when he was in mission mode, he smiled to himself. "We have to go if you find out anything more Mrs Kraydon please call us." Writing the shops number on a small piece of paper he then handed it to her. "Just ask for Youji or Aya."

"Alright." She had done something right for once in her life she was sure of it. I will find out what I can to help them. These young men were different, so different from florists. She watched as they settled into the Porsche and drove away never looking back once. She must not let her fiancée know what she had done, he would be very angry. But she did not mind now, he will never hurt her daughter ever again.

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Two days later.

Youji stared up at the dark sky impatience eating at him. Manx said they were to wait before they were to make any moves. Inhaling deeply on his smoke he then flicked the cylinder out his bedroom window. He smirked that did not stop him from going to the club though. Strangely the target was not there which was frustrating and what was even stranger Aya let him go.

Aya.

They were different together now. Youji smiled he was sure that Aya was about to kiss him the other day. God Youji hoped he was because he would have responded. To have Aya hold him so close to him, his scent of expensive cologne and pure Aya made his head whirl just remembering. The way there bodies clung to one another, the touch of Aya's perfect lips against Youji's own hair, made him blush with…

Aya knocked on Youji's door and entered. "Youji Manx has given us the go ahead."

Relieved Youji grinned. "They were the pills weren't they?"

"Yes and that is not all, the club is involved somehow." Aya smirked as Youji's emerald eyes lit up, "yes Ecstasy Moon is involved and the designer drug I Deserve started circulating there first and has been released into the schools for the last three months."

"Do we know who the owner of the club is?"

Shaking his head Aya answered, "no, not yet. Omi is still trying to figure out who this Aiden creep is, he covers his tracks well. Don't worry we will get him with your help."

"Good, you know I will do anything Aya, I want this bastard…badly!" His green eyes glittered dangerously like a predator hunting his prey.

Aya shivered a tingling sensation running up and down his spine making him breathe quickly. Pull yourself together Aya, mission first. "I know I can rely on you Youji. Ken, Omi and I will investigate an old warehouse that Omi has discovered. It could be nothing but we will check it anyway while you are at the club."

"When?"

Aya smirked again, "No time like the present don't you think?"

Chuckling Youji agreed. "I will get ready now."

Nodding once Aya turned to leave then hesitated. "Come and see me on the roof before you leave Youji." With that he left Youji's room with determination.

"Sure." Youji shrugged. He was thankful that he already had a shower looking through his wardrobe for the right outfit to wear tonight. He had to look his best, but that is not hard is it Youji. He chuckled wondering why Aya wanted to see him on the roof. Let it go Youji and just get ready. This is for you Eliza …all for you.

TBC

Authors Note: So sorry about the sap but it is the mood I am in hopefully I will be out of it soon.