Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Jealousy and Defilement ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 2

Winded from the hard run, Yohji just leaned into the seat as Aya sped along into the thin night traffic. The gold earring swayed back and forth hypnotically, glinting in the light of other cars and street lights. He unconsciously reached for his cigarettes but stopped the motion midway; it wasn't tolerated in the porche. He sighed and gazed out the window to distract himself, watched the full moon alternatively appear and disappear when they passed tall buildings.

~It's about his sister, that's got to be it.~ Aya-chan's health had deteriorated, but no doctors would suggest taking her off life support after the first one had his front teeth knocked out. Aya's teammates were at a loss of how to help him and they feared he would snap. All they could do was accommodate his withdrawn and bitter attitude.

"Shit Aya, what's going on?"

"Schwarz."

Yohji sat up straighter. " I thought they were dead. Was that Manx?"

"Crawford." He spat the word out. "Ken and Omi are in trouble."

"So we're heading into a trap."

"Yeah." The ride continued in silence. Aya gripped the wheel tightly. He was sick of their should be dead enemies coming back to torment them. He promised himself the next time he would chop them into pieces, burn them, and scatter the ashes himself.

Both of them noted Ken's motorcycle parked a couple blocks away from their destination. They should be heading home by now, another confirmation that things were off. It had been cute before they had left, Omi jumping up behind Ken and trying to sweet talk him into letting him drive on the way back. Enjoying bikes was one of the few things they had in common, besides flowers and killing. They had better be alright.

They pulled up to a rear entrance, and Yohji unlocked the nearest door. "Split up and search." Yohji nodded, Aya didn't say to be careful, but he could hear it in his voice anyway. A second later, Abyssinian was a fleeting shadow disappearing into the rest.

Moving in the opposite direction, Yohji slipped through the maze like groups of boxes and crates tensely. There were too many places to be ambushed from, he was too sober, and he was uneasy about running into Schwarz. Up ahead was a room with a light on, so he picked up his pace to inspect it. He just gritted his teeth and went in when he saw the damaged walls. Inside was a miniature battle zone. Objects strewn about the room, a desk overturned, blood on the floor. He picked up Omi's laptop from where it lay half under a pile of papers. It wouldn't be left casually around. Now he was more afraid of finding nobody than finding enemies.

"Balinese!" The terse command cut through Yohji's mental clutter and he got off his knees and jogged out to see what Aya had found.

Aya kneeled on the ground, his arms bare in the sleeveless high-necked shirt he wore under his coat. Ran was making this difficult for him; he kept trying to rise out of the lump in his throat, and it was Ran's fault that his hands were shaking when he gently rolled Bombay onto the long coat and fastened the belt and buckles. It helped when Yohji came and dropped beside Ken to check him over. Aya wouldn't let Ran make him look weak in front of a co-worker.

Yohji leaned over Ken, looking at the wound on his head and feeling his pulse. "Hey, hold this a sec," Yohji said relinquishing the computer. Aya tried to give him an incredulous look, but Yohji continued, "...what! He'll be pissed if we leave it behind." He shook his head and muttered, and continued his examination over the torso next. It was hard to see enough in the dark and the clothes were hampering his efforts.

"Let's just get them out of here." Yohji retied the orange jacket so it wouldn't fall off and got an arm underneath Ken's shoulders.

Aya determinedly finished stuffing Ran down into some dark corner. Balinese was trying to talk to him, something about internal injuries and hospitals. "Can you lift him?" Aya asked, motioning to Siberian with his eyes. He looked too pale. Yohji grunted at the strain of lifting such a heavy weight, but successfully stood.

Aya glanced around one more time, he still half expected someone to jump out to attack them, but nothing stirred in the darkness. Cradling his own burden, he crept back out with Yohji at his heels.

He wished it would rain. Wasn't it supposed to rain when everything went to hell? But the stars were all indifferent tonight, so Nagi stood underneath the shower head, head down and shoulder pressed against the smooth white tiles. The false rain beat down heavily over his scalp and shoulders and licked down the rest of his body in a hundred little streams.

The apartment they were staying in now was fairly nice for a change. Schwarz had holed up in some shitty places while on the run from Eszett, but Crawford had declared them safe for the time being after they defeated the latest pursuers. It was the most difficult time of his life since Schwarz had taken him in off the street. He didn't mind the moving around, and Schwarz had so far overpowered whatever agents had been sent to punish their disloyalty, but Nagi was terribly bored. It was deemed risky to make outside contact, so he'd been cut off from Tsukiyono. Not only was Nagi's team all considerably older than him, they were...well, crazy and evil. He could handle it, he would handle anything the spiteful world threw at him, but it was a refreshing change to have someone actually be nice to him.

Alone, in the shower in the middle of the night Nagi laughed. It had been the most fun he could remember, hacking into the Weiß computers. It was like a game, him trying to get in, and Tsukiyono keeping him locked out. On a rare whim he'd sent a taunting message, and got one back. Pretty soon he just sent messages, it was something to do, and it wasn't like he really cared about getting whatever information Crawford had wanted.

The water was growing colder, felt more like real rain now. He turned off the water and stepped out. The fluffy white towel came to his outstretched hand and Nagi rubbed it briskly over his body before wrapping it tightly around his waist. He was weak physically and the others would be mad if he stayed in a cold shower and gave himself pneumonia.

The room Nagi walked into was small, holding little more than a bed and computer desk. He tossed the towel off and the blankets pulled back for him. He turned the light off after he slid underneath the crisp sheets. He had had more luck getting into Kritiker's system. Hadn't Crawford seen that he'd make a mistake tonight? Why did he let him go to check out the lead by himself? Even if had foreseen...~it's still my fault.~

Nagi turned over and buried his face in the pillows to try to stifle the memories. He didn't know how he could have gotten so carried away...he didn't really have any claim over him, especially not after disappearing for weeks. His relationship with Tsukiyono was hopelessly fucked now. There was no way they'd have more friendly conversations like in the past. Worst of all, he was getting hard just thinking about what he'd done. It replayed in his mind, slickly hot and tight, and the display of clothes being ripped away. Nagi grasped the pillow tighter. He was a monster after all, as evil as any of them, he belonged in Schwarz.

Yohji resettled his legs in the cramped available space. His limbs were too long to be crouching in the floor of the car like this, but he didn't have much choice. They would reach the Magic Bus hospital soon. He had already called, let the Kritiker contacts know to prepare for what they were bringing in and there wasn't anything he could do to help that he hadn't already done. They all had to know some medical knowledge, but Omi had the most training. They didn't often need to go to the hospital other than to refill their extensive first aid kit. Omi knew just how much morphine to dope you up on, or what antibiotics to make Aya take after he neglected an injury to the point of infection, or how to close torn flesh with the neatest stitches.

If he thought there was half a chance he'd ask Aya to turn on the radio. It made an awkward silence with neither of them talking and only the sound of labored breathing to disrupt the quiet. He checked on Ken again, he was laid out on the back seat. Yohji wiped some sweat off his face with a napkin, and blood away from the corner of his mouth. He had already puked on the seat, and some of it was on Yohji's coat too. He couldn't get away from the stench of it. "Ken, you ought to see what you've done to Aya's car," he whispered. Yohji frowned, it wasn't as funny as it should have been.

Yohji turned to the front again. "How are they doing?" Aya finally asked.

"I don't really know." Yohji smoothed the clingy bangs away from Omi's face. With the front seat leaned back, he was almost laying down. His eye looked like it was starting to swell. It worried Yohji but he didn't dare do anything to it for fear of making it worse. "No, they'll be fine. They're strong." Yohji decided, they would be ok, because he didn't think he'd be strong enough to continue Weiß without them.

When they reached the hospital Dr. Yasuhiko and two others came outside pushing a pair of gurneys. Aya and Yohji helped lift their unconscious teammates up and in a few moments they were strapped in and being rushed into the brightly lit building. More doctors and nurses gathered inside, calling out medical jargon back and forth, swarming around.

So much like vultures. Aya shuddered violently, fists clenched at his sides. They were taking them away now, away from where he could watch over them and monitor the doctors' actions.

"...Aya."

"...Aya." Yohji peered over his glasses at Aya, he looked to be dangerously on edge. He laid a hand on Aya's shoulder, causing him to jump back so fast Yohji was almost knocked over, but it snapped him out of his trance.

"Aya, there's nothing else we can do right now. Are you..." Aya wasn't listening though, he was turning around and marching off somewhere into the hospital.

A nurse stepped up next to Yohji, one he recognized as part of Kritiker. "Please follow me, I'll show you to the waiting room." He was too tired to go chasing after someone that didn't need or want his help, so Yohji reluctantly let himself be led to a small, private room. An empty bed, miscellaneous equipment, a chair, it was just a currently unoccupied room. He stripped off his soiled coat and lay back on the bed since the chair looked none too comfortable for his weary bones. He knew where Aya would be anyway. He felt a little silly for even taking a minute to figure it out. Yohji hoped if he could not think too much maybe he could get in a quick nap before Manx or Birman showed up to question him.