Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Karma Police ❯ Like Shots in the Dark ( Chapter 2 )
Youji's in danger and Ran manages a midnight rescue. The problem? Youji still doesn't have his memory back.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.26.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 712 | Status: Work In Progress
Karma Police: Chapter 2: Like Shots in the Dark
::Asuka's(Midori's) POV::
"Ran."
He says; says this Kudoh Youji who doesn't know who he is. I choke; literally, sitting up to run to the bathroom to spit and wash out my mouth. He takes it as a sign of anger; the only smart thing he's done tonight, and falls back onto the bed with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair -- the nervous gesture that I know now, after 6 months of living with him, means he knows he has a lot of explaining to do. Why can't he just forget? I didn't want it to come down to this. At first it was a job; but I had wanted it to be more than that. So very foolish, Midori; so very, very foolish. My hands are shaking when I come out of the bathroom and he sits up, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Asuka.."
Says the brunette softly and I turn, eyes narrowed on him as I reach towards the drawer of my nightstand, opening it slowly. He watches me curiously. Fool. All those years of being an assassin and he doesn't know what's going to happen next. My voice is as shaky as my hands as I pull out the handgun and point it at him.
"You bastard."
His emerald eyes widen, in shock, in betrayal. But no. He betrayed me when he chose that...that Ran bastard...over me. I am the victim here! Not Youji.
"Asuka."
He says again, in that pleading tone. My eyes narrow again; I want to hear my name off his lips.
"Asuka's dead, sweetheart. My name's Midori."
Confusion now, in those emerald orbs, and he's so helpless; a truly declawed kitten. I raise the gun, aiming right for the eyes, I don't want to see those unblinking emeralds gazing back at me. I see no fear in them and this irritates me; only confusion and betrayal, hurt, even. This is what you get, Kudoh Youji, for making poor choices.
"So remember it when I send you to hell."
::Youji's POV::
Everything happened so quickly; as I stared up at the gun and the woman determined to end my life. Midori. Asuka. Midori. Asuka. Then who is Asuka? So many questions, and all I can think is that it's a bloody shame I'm not getting any answers before I die.
"I can't let you do that."
Comes a voice that I recognize as being vaguely familiar; a soft, cool baritone, from the window, and I glance up to the silloutte there in the moonlight. His head is down, and when he looks up as she spins to glare at him, stunningly beautiful violet eyes become visible, set in a pale, cold face, the epitome of a stoic. I gaze at him and realize there's something else there. Hurt. Although he's trying to hide it, it's there all the same. From a maze of confused thoughts comes his name, once again: this is Ran.
"Ran! Watch out!"
His eyes widen in surprise as he stares back at me, and I realize that my usage of his name has been a poor distraction. Asu--Midori lifts her handgun once again and fires, but not before I've run forward and tackled her.
::Ran's POV::
Years of practice have made me a silent, stealthy attacker, and it's not like the Shiro home was all that difficult to infiltrate. Lights go on and off in the second story bedroom window and I pause, watching two shadowy figures pass across the window; lips locked, bodies taut against eachother. I know I don't have much time tonight, but I do take a moment to pause and collect myself. Even though he doesn't know what he's doing, it still hurts to see him with somebody else. Youji. My Youji.
That thought is all it takes to set me in motion again though; he is my Youji, and I'm here to get him back tonight. So I silently climb the tree, thankful that they have no household pets, and wait for the opportune moment, peering through the window. Some agent she is, if she can't notice the big shadowy figure in her tree right outside the window. I'm surprised Youji hasn't noticed, either; but he's a little occupied. He says something that makes her angry and she storms into the bathroom; and I take the opportunity to climb over to the window sill, clinging against the edge of the roof right next to the window when she comes out of the bathroom. When I look in again, she's got the gun, and is delivering some sort of angry woman speech. I carefully open the window, just in time to hear her proclaim her intention to send Youji to hell.
"I can't let you do that."
She spins in fury, although if she had been smart, she would've shot him first, and then taken care of me. Hell hath no anger like a woman scorned, or something, though; I'm the cause of her troubles, and I'm sure she'd love to make me bleed. Sadistic bitch. Youji's sitting up now, and I do my best to ignore him and focus on the task on hand.
"Ran! Watch out!"
My eyes widen. Ran. He knows my name is Ran. Oh god. If I was more like Omi, I'd probably be doing backflips and running outside to scream that the world is sunshine and butterflies, because Kudoh Youji knows my name. Then it occurs to me that a shot's been fired; and almost instantly afterwards said shot pierces my shoulder.
Wait a minute. Youji's tackled her. Oh god. The world is now sunshine, butterflies, and rainbows -- because Youji remembers enough of me to think that I'm worth saving. She was aiming, after all, for the heart. Stupid woman; I gave that away a long time ago.
::Youji's POV::
Asu--Midori lets out a scream of frustration and fury when I knock her down, the gun slides out of her hand and across the room. For some reason I keep reaching for my wrist while we fight, and since there's nothing there, it's an obvious disadvantage, and a pain in the ass. Of course, I shouldn't have expected Midori to fight fair, she flips us over and knees me in the groin, standing up to go after Ran, who has recovered enough to head for the gun. Cheap. Shot. I groan in pain, rolling over, and watch the two of them from the floor. Ran gets to the gun first, but Asu--Midori, grabs the wound in his arm and makes him drop the gun. Rather than let her get to it, he spins quickly, sweep kicking her legs, and takes off for it. This time he beats her to it and has enough sense to throw it away before they start brawling again, across the room, towards me.
What does he expect me to do? Shoot my wife?
She's punched that wound again though, and her slender hands encircle his neck. I find myself getting to my feet, watching Ran struggle, and tears form unbidden in my eyes. The flailing of his arms has slowed; he'll die soon. I can hardly see, my vision's so blurry, but I stagger against them and press the gun to the back of Asuka's head. She was going to kill me.
"Let go of him." I say simply. Asu...Midori sneers.
"This bastard took you from me. He's going to die."
Ran, depsite the fact he's being choked, manages to cough out a few words.
"You can't keep...something... that doesn't...belong...to you..."
"He wouldn't kill his own wife."
She sneers, and I pull the trigger. Midori's body falls limp against Ran's, and I sink to my knees in sobs.
"I just did."
Another fact pops out of my cloudy memory and I realize this is the third time I've killed Asuka.
::Ran's POV::
I roll out from under Midori's body, clutching my shoulder as I stand. I want nothing more than to take Youji into my arms, and kiss those tears away; but this is a mission, and that shot will alert the neighborhood. I force an emotionless mask on, hoping that someday he'll understand.
"Get dressed. We need to go."
He turns to look at me, shoulders slumped in defeat. Here is my Youji; but he's in pieces, and it's going to take so long to get them back together again. Like putting together a puzzle made out of shards of glass. He gets to his feet, but now he's shaking, it's been a long night for a man who thought he was Shiro Ran, construction worker, who had a happy marraige with his wife, Asuka. Confusion still whirls in his emerald orbs.
"She was going to kill you."
I point out helpfully, as I head to the closet to retrieve some clothes for him, tossing out a pair of jeans and a shirt.
"Who are you?"
He asks quietly.
"You said it yourself. I'm Ran."
"Who am I, then?"
"Kudoh Youji."
::Youji's POV::
Kudoh Youji.
I get hit in the face with a pair of jeans and slide them on with something of a scowl. I've had dreams of this redhead where his eyes light up for me, full of warmth; where his slender lips quirk into smiles just for me. Now, though, I've been presented with a cold, emotionless bastard, who's throwing my own clothes at me. I catch the shirt and yank it on and for just a moment amusement flickers in his beautiful eyes.
"You have a lot of questions."
He says simply, and I nod, raking my fingers through my hair.
"Come with me, and I'll try to help you find the answers."
I stare at him, and realize it isn't a command. Ran is offering. He came here for me, but the choice is mine. This night has been a nightmare though, because of him; because Asu--Midori hated him...because I loved him.
::Ran's POV::
Despite the mission's statement being for me to get Youji and bring him back at all costs I have no intention of forcibly kidnapping him. It is an offer; and he can choose whether he really wants to forget or not. After a moment, he nods; and I start for the stairs, heading down to the street where my Porsche; the thing that comes third in my life, right next to Youji and Aya-chan, is waiting in the moonlight. I climb in and he gets into the passenger seat before looking over and fixing me with a piercing gaze that I am helpless to resist.
"Ran..."
He murmurs, and my attention wanders to those oh-so-attractive lips. Damn him.
"We were lovers once, weren't we?"
::Youji's POV::
It's a question that begs to be asked, so as I climb into the seat of his Porsche and run my fingers over the leather, I turn to stare at the redhead, gathering courage to say what I wanted to say.
"Ran...We were lovers once, weren't we?"
His entire body goes tense, it locks up, and something in those beautiful eyes flares up and blazes before he manages to shut everything down and regain his stoic mask. The car zooms off down the empty street.
"Yes, Youji. We were."
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