Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ I Deserve ❯ The Rescue and Angst ( Chapter 7 )

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: Angst, bad language, some sap

Pairing: Aya x Youji - (one sided) Ken + Aya

Rating: R

Authors Note: Okay I said this was the last chapter well it isn't. I am so sorry…really. Anyway I wish to thank all those who have reviewed this fic and gave positive feedback concerning how I wrote it, poutpout, tmelange, Bernstein, Nurissa Chan, Crystal Okamino, x2Angelofdeath, Kaori, Lina, Sylph and Phoenix. A very special thank you to both Scented Candle and Vampire Louie. I swear the next chapter is the last chapter…honest, heh.

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Kraydon'sMansion

Darkness filled his head as crimson swirled in the distance. Aya was here and he had come for him.

"Youji you have to wake up now, we need to move out!"

Eyelids that felt heavy cracked open to slits to stare straight into the violet blue of Aya's, a smile twitching on Youji's face. "You came for me Aya."

Nodding abruptly Aya moved the taller man's body to stand him upright. As much as he wanted to kiss his blonde he knew that they did not have much time. The enemy was here and they had to escape somehow. There had to be another entrance to this place somewhere. "Ken see if you can find another exit to this damn place. I want to get Youji to the van."

Ken nodded, wincing as pain shot up his back again. 'Shit!' Ignoring the pain he ran to the door and looked around carefully and swore under his breath as he heard voices coming from the other end of the passageway. "Damn! This is all we fucking need."

Turning back he watched as Aya caressed Youji's cheek and felt his heart stop for a moment, his head swirling with a strong emotion. Shaking his head he chased away the dark thoughts that formed in his mind, ones where Youji would not get out of here alive. He tried to stifle this evil image, evil hope that somehow Youji would not get out of here alive, leaving Aya for himself.

That is sick Ken. With disgust for himself he moved towards the leader, "it's too late, the enemy is nearly here."

Staring at Ken with a frown creasing his forehead Aya did not like what he had to do next. He did not want to fail Youji, not now or ever but he had to do something if they were to get out of here alive. Sighing deeply, Aya turned to stare into the emerald depths of Youji and saw understanding there.

"I'll be alright here Aya," he looked at Ken, "the two of you need to clear the way." Youji knew it had to be this way; he was still not in control of his body yet and would only slow them down.

Nodding quickly Aya turned before he changed his mind; his life was always full of choices that he had no control over. Decisions where he had to suffer or someone he really cared about suffered in the process. All he knew was that if anything happened to Youji his life would never be the same and he would become the unforgiving Angel of death to all those responsible.

Youji watched them leave a pang ripping through him. Maybe this was fates way of saying that he, Youji, did not deserve happiness after all. That he was only kidding himself, he was a murderer after all even though the jury and judge agreed with the lawyer, it was self preservation that had made him snap and kill those who were supposed to be his guardians...his protectors.

Moving towards the bed he sat down carefully his body shuddering, still going through a high from the drug as he fought with these unwanted feelings of depression and darkness. He was only glad that the dark shadows of his parents were not bothering him anymore. No, Youji now had to deal with himself, something he had stopped doing since he was ten going onto eleven. And if they all made it out of here, the next step was to tell Aya about his past, the past that Youji was ashamed of, hated more than anything. But Aya deserved to know what he was getting into before he made that final step. This terrified Youji more than anything because he could lose Aya forever and lose his respect.

Youji looked up sharply as he heard voices yelling and Aya's katana clanging in the background. Standing up he stumbled towards the door and ran down the passageway not sure if he was going in the right direction. Strange the noise was fading and he hesitated.

"Well, well what have we here? A golden bird who has escaped his cage."

Looking up brusquely Youji cursed himself and his damn Youji luck. Aiden…with a gun…pointed at his damn head.

Aiden heard the commotion coming from the back exit and smirked. Fools, they left the bird behind, the one who is going to get me out of this situation and who knows…his grey eyes gazing back to the beautiful male standing in front of him. He will make a lovely pet to play with. His face hardening he grabbed Youji by the arm and dragged him back upstairs.

Struggling as he tried to keep himself together, Youji yelled out, he would rather die then go anywhere with this psycho. "AYA!!" He winced in pain as Aiden's grip tightened.

"Shut your fucking mouth birdie, or your team-mate upstairs gets a bullet in his head!"

'Omi.' Youji swallowed, emerald jewels venomously staring at the silver headed male. He followed Aiden quietly his mind trying to think of something to get them out of this fucking mess. If he hurts Omi I will kill him with my bare hands. He stumbled up the stairs and was pushed roughly through the door then another and watched grimly as they shut tightly behind them. Aya…

Battlebegins

His mind blank, Aya could only see death and darkness, his beloved Katana fitting perfectly in his calloused grip. They are keeping him away from the one thing besides his sister that he wants to have in his life. He has said it before; he would fight all the demons from hell to keep those whom he considered a major part in his life, safe, protected. Youji was his to protect this thought making his arm arc his sword above his head. Fuck! His left arm throbbed from the exertion.

Warily Ken glanced slyly at Aya. He is in pain, what he would do to help him with his shoulder. What he would do to keep him safe and away from harm. What he would do to keep him away from Youji. He still believed that Youji was not the one for the beautiful red head; it just felt so wrong to him.

That is because you want him for yourself Ken. Aya will not thank you for it, he will end up hating you and that is the last thing you want him to feel for you.

Before he could think anymore they were both rushed by two big burly men holding weapons in there hands.

The one with a black pipe rushed Aya bringing it down hard towards his head. Aya deflected it effortlessly his body still as pain shuddered inside him. He didn't wince or tremble the enemy must not know he is injured.

Ken was too busy trying to stop the other male from stabbing him, and noticed that he carried a gun, they both did. Fuck! He quickly stepped to the left as the raven headed male lunged for him angrily. They mean business, well so do I!

Aya feinted and smirked as the moron with the pipe fell for it. The smirk disappeared as he seemed to twirl gracefully his Katana dancing around his body lovingly the moron not knowing what had buried itself inside of him as cold steel slid through him, parting his insides as red fluid flowed freely down his front. The parting of the red sea, his body slowing down as his organs fought to keep him alive…to no avail.

Staring at Aya with wide eyes, the male could only shake his head, as the redhead jerked the sword from his body with savageness, amethyst jewels glinting with coldness that could turn everything around him into ice. His last thought being, the only other person who he had seen like this was the boss…

"AYA!!"

"Youji!" Aya's heart sped up as he turned to run back and stopped, "Ken?"

"Go rescue him, I will be fine."

Without a second thought Aya ran as if his life depended on it. He watched as Aiden dragged his love roughly, the door slamming shut behind him. "Shit!" He was only glad that he had watched Mrs Kraydon and knew the codes.

Trying to calm himself down Aya punched in the numbers, anger pouring through his every touch. I am going to kill the silver haired bastard and make sure he suffers in the fucking process!

The door opening he found the switch that opened the next door and ran his Katana ready and waiting, hungry for the blood of the next victim…the target Aiden.

"I think that is far enough don't you? Or do you wish me to hurt Youji?"

Aya cursed under his breath, glaring at Aiden, then quickly looked Youji up and down to make sure he was okay. Relieved to see he was alright he scanned the room and saw Omi and Mrs Kraydon at gunpoint from a brunette who was nervously surveying the room himself. A weakness? If only he could angle his way over to him but stopped immediately as Aiden began to caress Youji's cheek, his tongue flicking out to lick his ear.

Keep control Aya, he is only trying to get to you. 'Well it is fucking working!'

"You intrigue me red very much, and judging by your weapon there you know how to use it. A challenge perhaps? We shall see." Grabbing Youji by the head he kissed him roughly with a smirk on his face and let him go, pushing him towards the brunette.

With fumbling steps, Youji suddenly straightened his body still and alert, his hand lifting to wipe his mouth. He tasted the coppery taste of his own blood, a memory flashing red inside his head again and again. The hallway, the smell of bitter alcohol, the adrenalin of holding something in his hand…

His eyes blinked twice changing from emerald to black…survival mode clicking inside of his head…dark eyes trained on the brunette with the gun, sure steps padding softly…

Aya's impassive face watched Aiden carefully, the gun in the targets hand now pointing towards him. He has faced worse then this and death was nothing to him, he accepted it like they all did. It was the one sure thing in life that would happen sooner or later, no escaping it. He would prefer later but he had three lives relying on him to get them out of this mess.

With swiftness Aya leaped forward his Katana moving around him with great speed slicing through the air, Aiden cursing as he stepped back from the sudden movement, the gun firing...

It was at this moment Youji sprung into action as he gracefully kicked a long leg towards the brunette, the gun flying out of his hand. His wire escaped its confinement, skilfully handled as he coiled it around the neck of the brunette swiftly, strong slender fingers tightening it until it was taut, as it choked and slowly sunk into the flesh of his enemy.

With cool detachment, he watched the blood flow, his mind saying a mantra over and over again as the body struggled…I will survive, I will survive…

Aya did not have time to think whether he had been hit or not, his sharp blade slicing the hand holding the gun. What happened after this was like a blur a chill going up his spine when he saw the eyes of the man he has come to care for…

Youji dropped the dead man to the ground and picked up the gun turning towards the main target his eyes filled with black hatred a sneer on his face. Aiden was like his father, he had hurt Eliza, he had touched her where he shouldn't have, he did things to her that she did not deserve…the gun clicked as the target stared with shock at the stump where his hand used to be.

Looking up Aiden's eyes widened with fear as he faced the golden haired male with dark cold eyes, the bullet released, speeding with accuracy towards his forehead killing him instantly.

Youji shot him again, at his heart, stomach, emptying the gun of its bullets. When he was satisfied he dropped the metal weapon his eyes flickering as he focussed on Aya.

"Aya are you hurt?"

He was in agony but they were old wounds from the warehouse. Nodding his head he flicked a quick glance towards Omi and Mrs Kraydon, his mind still thinking about the way Youji had looked a moment ago…dark and chilling…

Youji kept staring at Aya, his mind doing overtime. Aya was avoiding him, the tension suddenly coming from the redhead making doubt surge through Youji painfully. Keep your head Youji, you knew this would happen and you have survived worse…haven't you?

Aya was warring with his own doubts concerning Youji. He had a sister to consider, admittedly she was in a coma but one day she would wake up, he had to believe this, it was what was keeping him alive, kept him going on. How would Youji fit into this part of his life? Especially after the way Youji had looked. What kind of control did he have with himself when his past came to the present?

Aya hated these negative thoughts towards the blonde that he has come to care for as much as his sister, maybe more…

Watching the emotions flitting across Aya's face, Youji closed his eyes, the ache in his chest making him feel faint. The soft touch of Omi's fingers on his shoulder helped him to place the perfect mask in place, the false smile wavering on his soft lips. He turned and smiled at the little blonde.

"Are you alright Youji?"

Nodding his head, Youji was finding it hard to speak and just reached up and squeezed Omi's hand, the concern shining from his cerulean orbs comforting. He knew that his past would catch up with him sooner or later and affect his life somehow. Whatever he had with Aya was over before it even begun.

Aya made to move towards Youji when Ken appeared.

"Everything okay here?"

Aya nodded and made his way towards Mrs Kraydon instead. "You cannot stay here. Operations will see to you."

She nodded, "thank you."

Shrugging, Aya abruptly made his way to the door, "let's go!"

Angelina stopped Youji, "thank you Youji."

"I did it for Eliza Mrs Kraydon, no one else."

"I know and I am grateful."

He watched her silently then smiled not saying a word and left following the others his heart in turmoil.

Ken was not sure what was going on, but he noticed something not right between Aya and Youji. What the hell happened while he was downstairs? His curiosity was almost killing him, his eyes never leaving the leader. Aya dear sweet Aya, do I have a chance with you?

At the Apartment

Darkness surrounded him, the only light coming from his cigarette, the fiery light making his pale face glow when he dragged on the circular tube. The weather was miserable and made him feel more depressed, the rain crying the tears that he just could not shed anymore.

Aya wanted to talk to him.

So here Youji waited patiently, not in the mood to speak to the others.

Before when he was downstairs, Ken kept staring at him like he was waiting for something to happen. Youji smirked at this. Your guess is as good as mine on this one Ken. He froze when he heard the knock on his door.

Taking a deep breath he stood up flicking the light on as he opened the door. Neither one of them said a word as he followed Aya to his bed.

Sitting down his chin set with determination, Aya blocked out any feeling he felt for Youji as common sense took him over. He had to think of his sister Aya. With calmness and detachment his head turned slightly, his words coming out coldly, "I need to know your past Youji."

Youji stopped himself from flinching, pain flashing like lightening in his chest. He nodded, "alright Aya," his words coming out subdued and faraway…

He took in every emotion that the red head displayed as he told him about his parents. What his father did to him, and how his mother watched with jealously. The toys his father used on him leaving nothing out. If he thought Aya's face couldn't get anymore stonier he was sadly mistaken, as he could feel the ice pack tighter around the redhead, the final clincher came when he told Aya he had killed his parents. Aya was visibly shocked, a frown marring his beautiful face.

The silence was strangling the pair who cared very deeply for one another, one not sure what to think as his heart went out to Youji. Dear sweet, beautiful Youji, he had suffered such a degrading wretched past from those who were meant to look after him and care for him. And here he was thinking of just leaving him, but a big part of him wanted to enfold his older team-mate in his arms and protect him from the world and surround him with his love that he has never given to anyone before…besides his family.

But his sister Aya had to come first. Standing, his fists clenched tightly he knew what he had to do. "I need time to think Youji. I hope you understand this, but there are things in my life that you don't know about and it is this that I need to sort out."

Youji smiled to reassure the redhead even if he was dying inside, "Of course Aya." What hope he had died at Aya's words and he struggled to hold himself together but he managed.

"Thank you Youji." Aya leaned forward quickly kissing Youji on the cheek and swiftly made his way out of the room, the rain falling harder against the window.

Youji stood there, his fingers lightly touching where Aya had kissed him; his eyes were burning as he refused to cry, watching the rain fall, pretending that they were his tears…

Two weeks later

"Aya, I feel like I have lost something precious in my life and I don't know what to do about it. I did not think that letting him go would affect me so badly, I can't eat, I can't sleep and I can't get him out of my system no matter what I do," breathing heavily, Aya Ran's body shuddered, "he has been perfect since I told him I needed time to think, never getting in my way always keeping his distance, but--"

Hearing a click Aya grabbed his Katana swiftly turning his lithe body in attack mode, cold eyes drawn together watching the intruder like a hawk. "What the hell are you doing here Manx?!"

Smirking she walked further into the room. "We need to talk."

Relaxing a bit he put his sword down by his sister. "Mission?"

"Depends on how you look at it."

Aya looked at her with impatience, "I am not in the mood for this Manx!"

Her face went hard, "Nor am I Aya." She then smiled her eyes settling on his sister. "She looks so serene and peaceful doesn't she?"

"…"

"I imagine you have your future all planned out, as best as one could expect in this situation."

"It is none of your fuck--"

"Business." Manx smiled at this. "When she wakes up, what happens then Aya?"

Grabbing his Katana, Aya was not in the mood for this crap. "I am leaving!" Marching towards the door he tensed stopping abruptly as Manx spoke softly…

"So is he…"

His back to her, Aya dreaded the next words that would be spoken. He was not stupid and Manx was relying on his quick brain. He hated her sometimes, they knew things about each of them, and none of his team-mates were safe from them…none of them.

"He called two days ago."

His hands tightened around his Katana, his teeth clenched together as he controlled his breathing.

"His exact words were, 'the team would function better without me'."

Turning impatiently to stare at her, Aya was surprised with the anger he could see in her eyes, the tension she carried in her shoulders. But still he remained stoic, even if he was aching inside. "It is his decision."

She smiled coolly, "yes, it is his decision." Walking towards the window she sighed, "I knew you would say that."

Silence hung in the air and Aya wanted to leave but there was something more to this, and…and he wanted to hear it because he was tired of his own thoughts, his damn common sense that was ruining everything for him.

"Youji is a great assassin and knows his part well, what he has to do and when to act on his instincts and when not to. He has what we call a very strong survival mode technique which he learnt when he was young. When he goes into this SM as we call it, he protects those he cares about and with a quick cold calculating mind, destroys those that wish to harm them." She turned to look at him, "have you ever seen him when he goes into SM?"

Frowning Aya could only shake his head.

"It's quite chilling, his face goes dark, void of all emotions except one…hate."

Aya felt hope flare inside of him, "why are you telling me this?"

"Maybe you witnessed it for the first time back at the Kraydon mansion," she shrugged, "maybe not."

She turned to face him fully, "it was what attracted Kritiker to him in the first place. They carefully monitored and watched him growing up since he was ten," her eyes flickered slightly, "since the death of his guardians."

"I see." His heart beating wildly Aya felt this urgent need to get back to the apartment.

She smirked, "it doesn't really matter now does it. He is leaving and we are going to help him in everyway we can." Manx watched as she twisted the knife, Youji deserved happiness and if this fool was not going to give it to him so be it! They would help him start over again with a new team, a new life.

With cold detachment she looked as Aya flinched from her words, his face pale.

Aya hated asking for anything especially to anyone from Kritiker, but if he wanted Youji to stay he would have to do it. "Let me talk to him first…please Manx."

She stopped herself from smiling, pretending that she was thinking about his request. As the minutes ticked away she sighed, "alright but you have a week to resolve it, if not then his new identity will activate into action."

Nodding once Aya grabbed his Katana looking at Manx, his eyes telling her to leave.

Smirking she went towards the door, "Youji has had a hard life, his past was none of his doing, so remember that Aya." Turning the handle she hesitated, "He deserves happiness…and so do you."

Aya heard the door click shut a small smile twitching around his mouth. Yes we both deserve happiness, and who better with than someone who understands there lifestyle, their work.

Tenderly he caressed his sister's cheek whispering softly, "Youji is going to love you Aya, and like me will protect you from harm. In return I will protect him and give him the part of me that no other will ever have again. Even the part that you can never see..."

TBC

Authors Note: I swear the next chapter is the last. I promise.