Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Karma Police ❯ ...When You Mess With Us ( Chapter 10 )

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

Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I do own Calico. And Youji and Ran own eachother, respectively. ^_^ The song Karma Police is by radiohead, and I was listening to it while I got this shindig started, so thus the title.

Karma Police: Chapter 10: ...When You Mess With Us

::Youji's POV::

I wake up with a splitting fucking headache and realize I'm in the back of a van, facing off with Midori's father and four of his guards, men with smug, satisfied smirks, pleased to know that they're safe with their machine guns, confident in their ability to kill anything.

I, however, am confident for other reasons.

Ran's going to come.

And he's going to slice them.

And I will laugh.

Azuma, whom I will herein refer to as fat bastard seems to notice that me being hauled off in a van unarmed with five guys who want to kill me doesn't have me as peturbed as he'd like.

"Well, well, boys...look who's awake...it's my precious son-in-law." He drawls, and I decide I don't like his tone of voice.

"Hi pops." I say cheerily, and that earns me a swift, solid punch to the cheek from fat bastard's meaty fist.

"I don't know what you're grinning about, boy." He hisses swiftly, catching my chin in those greasy fingers, forcing our eyes to meet, and apparently still disappointed by my lack of fear. I don't care if I die because of Kreiger -- at least I'd die free of their drugs, knowing that I'd gotten a few precious moments with Ran back -- moments they had stolen from me. "You certainly won't be grinning when we're through with you." He adds, with a lecherous grin, and I definitely don't like the sound of that. Before Ran, Youji Kudoh was secure in his masculinity -- there is one and only one person I'll ever tolerate being the bottom for, and the fat bastard in front of me doesn't look anything like my moody, pale, mysterious, crimson-haired, amethyst-eyed sexy swordsman.

"There won't be enough of you left to be grinning when Abyssinian finishes with you." I tell him flatly, and it's the truth.

"My dear boy," says the sick fuck with his best imitation of one of my grins, cupping his hands around my face. "You stole my daughter's happiness, you killed her, and you've effectively destroyed my company. I know Abyssinian is coming." He leers, and the guard captain grabs my arms, yanking me up to my knees, and I realize that Azuma's undoing his belt. "In fact, I'm counting on it."

Weakly I break my arms free, enough to hit the comm.

"ABYSSINIAN!! ABORT!!"

I scream, and unfortunately, having my mouth open gives Azuma the opportunity to do exactly what he wants.

I keep my eyes closed and hold back the urge to puke. Aya would never show an enemy any weakness; and neither will I.

::Ken's POV::

I've just finished hotwiring the porsche, since that bastard redhead took off with the keys, when Youji's voice screams loud and clear over the comm.

"ABORT!"

I look at Omi, and Omi looks at me. His blue eyes are wide, frightened, and sad. Fuck this, Kudoh -- anyone who's made Omi this upset's going to die. Period. And that includes you and Aya for going off the handle.

"Don't worry, Omi." I reassure him. "I'm not about to let them have all the fun."

He sniffles and smiles a little and as the porsche peels out, I reach over to pat his hand. Our fingers link and I can't help but hope that everything will turn out okay.

::Aya's POV::

Good thing I threw that communicator out on the street. I'm sure Omi'd be lecturing me and Ken yelling something about being stubborn by now. I hope someone runs the damn thing over; they're irritating as hell.

The van's not even trying to lose me, and I know the driver knows I'm on his tail. It's disconcerting, but I do my best to stay focused. The objective is Youji, and nothing will stand in my way.

It occurs to me that I know where we're going -- Midori Yuki's house, the one she lived in with Youji when he had no memories -- the residence of Shiro Ran. Fuck. I guess I should've put more thought into things when I saw the CEO of Kreiger, but Yuki's a common last name and Youji was licking my ear and ...

Well shit, no time for excuses now. I make a sharp right and accelerate, determined to beat them all there.

::Youji's POV::

I feel absolutely disgusting when Azuma finishes, resisting the urge to puke all of that revolting slime right back out my throat, and I roll away from him and the guard. Despite how bad my situation is I'm silently thankful it hasn't gotten any worse. Yet.

The window between the driver and the back of the truck slides open.

"Sir. We think Weiss has aborted as directed by Balinese."

Azuma scowls, quickly zipping up his pants with a frown, when the driver shoots us a look. It's not hard to figure out, and to clue him in even more I spit on the floor, specks of white flying everywhere. He seems disgusted. Good. When I get the chance I'll make his death painless.

"Take us in the back way." Azuma directs. "The guards will watch the premises while Seiji, Balinese, and I head inside."

"Yessir."

Fantastic. I don't even want to think about what sort of fun awaits me inside my own old house with these two sick fucks.

::Aya's POV::

Vans aren't known for their speed, and I whip the bike around the corner of the street and hop off, letting it slide into the alley where it crashes against the wall. I cover the rest of the distance to the house on foot, darting in and out of the shadows. This bastard doesn't know what's coming to him.

You don't mess with one of Weiss.

The Van pulls up out front and I can't help but smile at the poor fools exiting for the deaths. However, I'm vastly disappointed when only guards exit, and heavily armed guards at that, quickly spreading out to cover the premises. I sneak closer and listen to them talk to eachother.

"Objectives inside." One of them murmurs to the other. "Take the east side, Hijiri."

"Roger that, Takani. Hijiri out."

The other whispers. I watch 'Hijiri' take off and wait for the opportune moment, when Takani has his back to me, before I leap out of the bushes to impale him with my katana, crimson splattering on my face as I give it a cruel jerk and kick the corpse off my blade.

This has caught Hijiri's attention, and rather than wait for him to shoot me, I throw the katana in his direction with perfect aim, smiling in satisfaction at the sickening thud it makes in his skull. There are three others, of course, and I have to get my katana back to kill the CEO with.

Most people don't know, but I do carry a back-up weapon. In fact, I think I'm probably the only one practical enough in Weiss to have even thought of it, and so out comes the small pistol -- as I dive for cover behind a tree in the yard another guard goes down with two shots to the chest. They won't kill him immediately but I know they're fatal -- what can I say, with all the time perfecting the art of the katana, I've had little time to make my marksmanship quite as superb. It's enough to get the job done, though, and one of the remaining two guards goes to see if his friend will make it. I take my chances and roll back out onto the grass to retrieve my katana, firing another shot -- this one lands in the other guard's knee, and he goes down, his shots way off the mark because of the unexpected pain in his leg.

Really that means there's only one and a half of them left; the one injured is just prolonging his death by trying to crawl away. The other, whose friend with the chest wounds has probably just bit the dust, gets to his feet, shakily pointing his gun towards where I last dove for cover, letting lose a spray of bullets.

Moron. Trained assassins don't just hide out behind bushes until you shoot enough bullets at them to make them die. In fact I've already gone around behind them, silent, deadly, and the injured one tries to give his partner some warning when he sees me approaching them.

His cry is silenced when I slit his throat, and the last man standing whirls to face me.

You know what? I just want Youji back. I don't have time for a dramatic fight scene or some nice katana moves. So I just shoot the bastard and head towards the front door, taking time to wipe off the blood that litters my katana onto the grass. The neighbors lights have turned on, from the gunshots, and I estimate we've all got about five minutes before the police get here.

Five minutes. I will get Youji back by that time.

::Youji's POV::

The captain of the guards -- what was his name again? Seiji? Whatever, he hauls me up the stairs with Azuma on our heels towards the bedroom I used to share with "Asuka," Yuki Midori, the woman who lied to me. Both of them tense when gunshots ring out outside and Azuma snickers.

"Your boyfriend's dead, Balinese." He purrs, slipping off his jacket and starting to undo his shirt. I'm not stupid; after the previous events I knew what was next.

"No, Azuma." I reply calmly. "Your guards are dead."

He snarls and shoves me into the bedroom in a murderous rage of sorts, and I have to wonder what exactly his intentions are of bringing me here, of all places. The neighbors are going to call the police, he's going to go to jail. Yuki Azuma doesn't seem like the type of man who'd want that.

Although it doesn't bother me a bit, considering that the bastard's probably going to rape me, I hope he gets to go to jail -- in fact, I'd like to see him go to one in Mexico. Oh yeah, sure he's sizeable for a Japanese guy -- but wait until he meets some foreigners. Then we'll see how confident he feels about rape.

I've been doing my best to stay calm about all of this, but when Seiji forces me down to my knees as Azuma's fat hands take hold of my shoulders. The captain of the guards deals me a swift punch to the gut when I struggle, knocking all the breath out of me, and calmly works on removing my pants, while Azuma rubs the barrel of his pistol against my neck just to remind me that if I don't submit, I'm a dead man.

All I can think about is how Aya's going to walk in and see this and never, ever, want me again.

I think I'd rather be dead. I realize, numbly, that Seiji's hands are wandering where they shouldn't, and vaguely hear Azuma's voice telling him to be patient; that he can have me when he's done. I'd really rather be dead, so I continue my struggle, and Seiji has to hold me down. Everything afterwards seems to happen in slow motion -- Azuma prodding at my ass and about ready to complete all his plans when I heard the swift creak of the door -- thank God I never greased the damn thing like Midori begged me to -- a gunshot, and a scream from behind me that seemed a little too high in pitch. I looked up, surprised at the perfect, deadly circle in the center of Seiji's forehead, watching numbly as he fell backwards, and, no longer restrained, whirled around to see what had happened.

Aya, at the doorway, splattered with blood, a pistol in one hand, pointed at where Seiji used to have been, and missing a katana. But that might explain why Azuma's missing crucial parts of his anatomy as well as the scream, and I realize that the redhead must have thrown it.

Azuma's hands are shaking in shock when he reaches for his pistol, but Aya continues steadily forwards, picking up the other man's pants. He digs through Azuma's pockets as the coward raises his shaking hands and fires, an unsteady shot that Aya sidesteps, dropping the pants to reveal what he's been digging through them for -- my watch.

I can only stare in surprise as Aya releases the wire, and although it cuts his beautiful hands, he strings it around Azuma's neck, tying a swift knot as he retrieves his katana.

Turning around he faces my would-be rapist with an expression of barely controlled fury, an angel of death.

"This is what you get... when you mess with us."

He says calmly, and the katana sails through the air like a song, a smooth arc connecting with Azuma's head. My wire is released from the cut, and my father-in-law's head rolls across the floor as his corpse falls lifelessly to the ground.

It's too much for me to handle, and I puke.

I didn't want Aya to come...I didn't want him to see.

I would rather be dead.

::Aya's POV::

I don't relish killing, really, I don't. I'm good at it, and it earns me enough money to support Aya-chan, but I don't enjoy it. There are two people I've enjoyed killing, however, and I'm not ashamed to admit it; two people whose deaths will cause me no remorse. Takatori's, of course, and now this -- Yuki Azuma, and I smile in satisfaction, wiping my sword off on his fat corpse.

Youji's shaking, sobbing, and puking all at the same time -- I've never seen him like this and don't know what to do, except that the sound of police sirens spurs me into action. I calmly sheath my katana and try to pull him to his feet, wanting to pull him in my arms and tell him everything's okay, but being held seems to be the last thing he wants.

We have to get out of here somehow, and Youji's lost it. I have two options: the front window, which will get me to the tree and/or the porch, where the police will undoubtably show up; or the back window and an uncertain and long jump into an alley, where I still might not make it to freedom.

Well, it's better than the front window. So I open it and am surprised to hear the familiar sound of my beloved Porsche's engine ripping down the alleyway as Ken jerks it to a stop.

Wait a minute...I have my keys...that punk hotwired my car AND slammed on my brakes?! There's going to be hell to pay back at the koneko. But for now I'm glad they've pulled up, and, using Youji's watch, fix a line for us to slide down into the car. The wire cuts my hands...I don't know how he stands it.

I yank off my trenchcoat, using it to cover Youji's undressed state, because I know that he'd never want Omi or Ken to know -- never be able to stand their pity, and then I pull him close, leaping out and using the wire to slide down to the alley. Omi pulls us into the backseat and Ken peels out, as we flee into safety assumably seconds before the cops arrive.

Staring at the mess that is Youji next to me I can't help but wonder what would've happened if I had been a few seconds later.

Thank God I shot the guard.

I don't say a word to Ken or Omi and shoot them death glares to silence any questions, and when we get to the Koneko, I calmly gather Youji, whose shaking and sobbing has died out -- leaving him in a somewhat comatose, but awake and shocked state, and head upstairs.

"Where are you going?"

Omi asks, finally having gotten enough nerve to try to find out what's going on.

"Bathroom." I say in the ask-more-questions-and-I'll-kill-you tone of voice. Omi shrinks back and I head upstairs to the small room, kicking the door shut, and turning on the water for the bathtub.

A glance at Youji in the mirror tells me he's still crying, his eyes red, puffy, and dull, nothing like the beautiful, sparkling emeralds I love so much.

Shit.

I fill the bathtub with water and undress; and then pull my trenchcoat off of Youji. The action makes him start to shake again, presumably left-over shock or fear, and I do my best to reassure him. I'm sure my actions make no sense to him whatsoever, but I can only hope they'll get through to him in this temporary lapse of insanity.

Ignoring his sobs of protest I pick him up and step into the tub, slowly sinking into the water, and reach for the soap. Youji's crying begins to slow as I take my time in rinsing both of us off; sliding the shower doors shut and turning that on as well for good measure. I can only imagine how dirty he must feel; this is the only way I know of that will make him feel remotely clean again.

So I scrub away gently, soap and rag, soap and rag, letting the shower pelt down on us, as the water turns a pinkish hue from the blood that I had been covered in. I pull the drain but let the water run, until it filters back out to a clear color, continuing my actions until Youji's shaking comes to a stop. He places a hand over mine, stopping the soap, which has become a much smaller bar during all this time in the bathtub, and I realize we're both going to look like prunes when we get out.

"Stop."

::Youji's POV::

I was horribly frightened at first, when Ran took off his clothes and then removed the trenchcoat that had kept me covered, and perplexed when he put us both in the shower.

Numbly, although it took me a few minutes, I realized he wasn't going to do anything -- just gently cleaning me off, his hands and the soap suds erasing the traces of Azuma, the ghosts of Seiji's hands still replaying in my mind.

I must be awfully tainted for Ran to even bother doing this. I'm sure he's absolutely disgusted; hah. A shower. What a practical fucking solution.

I really wish I was dead, because my imagination's running wild, trying to convince me that Ran's not being practical, that his hands really are gentle, that he's trying to comfort me in his silent, stoic sort of way. But there's no way he'd still want me after what's happened, so I'll just save him the effort. I catch his hand, stopping the soothing ministrations.

"Stop."

And he does, and I hope that the pelting of the shower will hide my tears now -- because they'll be a new sort. Loss.

"I'll clean myself up." I murmur after a moment, hoping my voice doesn't sound as shaky as I feel. "And I'll bring your stuff in from my room. I know you won't want to be there anymore."

I expect a murmur of agreement, but instead I recieve a puzzled reply from the redhead. "What are you talking about, Youji?"

"DAMNIT RAN! DON'T LIE!" I scream, raking my fingers through my hair, turning to glare at him. There goes my imagination again, trying to convince me that the look the redhead is giving me now is the same one he's always given me. No. Things won't be the same again. I should stop hoping. "Don't you get it? The fucking bastard was going to rape me." My shoulders shake again, and I can't hold back the sobs that follow. "I...I had no control...I..I didn't want you to see...you can go...I'll understand."

I wouldn't want me, either, after what happened.

He shoots me a soft, reassuring smile, touching my cheek, and I can't help but flinch at the gentle caress. I'm not worthy.

"Lost your control, Youji?" He murmurs softly. "Then I'll give it back to you."

I have no idea what the hell he's talking about, and it surprises me when my neat-freak redhead -- you know, I really should stop thinking of him as mine -- he's going to leave any minute now, pulls open the shower door, the water raining out all over the bathroom, and fumbles around on the shelf for something. Lotion?

Oh, I get it, Ran. A farewell fuck. I guess I'm still enough of a whore to give you that.

((A/N: the fanfic will make much more sense from here on out if you go to mediaminer, search for Karma Police, and read the lemon. I still can't get the link to post correctly, dammit.))

::Ran's POV::

Well, I was hoping for something better than lotion, but this will have to do. When I spread the stuff on my hands, Youji stares at me for a moment and starts to face the other way. I reach out to stop him, smearing some lotion on his shoulder in the process, and he stares in surprise as I smear some of the mess onto my fingers, and then slowly work at his flaccid cock until it's prepared and hard.

Tears flow freely from his eyes when he realizes what I'm doing -- stretching myself.

Youji knows, he has to know, when it comes to this, that I'm a virgin. He used to tease me about it.

"N..No..Ran, you.."He mutters, obviously fighting his dual desires to fuck me and to keep me away from the tainted piece of shit that he seems to think he's become. "No...Ran, I'm not --"

I cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips before I can hear him tell me he's not worthy, sitting up to bring our faces unbearably close.

"Youji; there isn't anyone in the world who I'd rather have." I admit, truthfully, wiping away the tears from his eyes, which only seems to undo him more. "You think you've lost your control. So I'm going to give you mine."

He wants to argue, I can tell. Stubborn bastard -- here I am, offering a sort of virginity on the plate and he's too determined to hate himself to want it.

"I've already lost you once; and I'm not going to let anything, or anybody, ever, take you away from me again. Understand? I love you, Kudoh Youji."

He stares at me, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to repeat myself, and my mush tolerance meter is already off the charts.

"Ran...are you sure?"

"Just fuck me, you idiot." I muttered back with a wry grin, the sort of back-and-forth bickering that he'd be used to.

I could swear, that through the tears, I saw a hint of a smile, and with shaking hands Youji reached to grip the edge of the tub for support as I lifted my hips up, kicking away the drain for the tub so the water would flow away although the shower still ran, before he slowly entered me, attempting to be as gentle as possible.

It's not exactly a sensation I enjoyed, and I must've cringed, because he looked down at me, concerned.

"Does it hurt?" He asked quietly. I shook my head, and satisfied, Youji shifted and plunged back in again, brushing against something inside that sent white spots across my vision, a burst of pleasure that I definitely wanted repeated.

"Fuck!" I gasped, and I think he smirked, but I'm not quite sure; driving in and out with unerring accuracy, slow and unsteady at first, but slowly gaining confidence and control. I closed my eyes and leaned against the back of the tub, arching up to meet him.

::Youji's POV::

God.

I felt like mush when Ran made his little confession, completely and fully aware of exactly what it was he was offering, and couldn't help but smile despite my tears when he called me an idiot. Shakily, unsteadily, I braced myself against the edges of the tub and slowly pushed inside of Ran, waiting for his assurance that everything was okay before starting to move, encased in that deliciously tight ass, every thrust a wave of pleasure for both of us. He threw his head back, eyes closed, and I frowned. That's not what I wanted.

"Ran." I murmured between breaths. Harder. Faster. "Ran! Open your eyes." I commanded, and it occured to me that he'd meant what he'd said -- giving me back control. When he did so I smiled, reaching for his abandoned cock between the two of us, pumping in time.

"Gods..Ran...you're so tight.."

We were both close, and he when he bit down on his lip to keep from crying out, hands up and raking down my back, I shook my head.

"No, Ran. I want you to scream my name. Let it out."

Our eyes met again and for a moment everything seemed to freeze -- nothing else mattered but our bodies, joined together, the pleasure, the lust, the love. Ran came into my hand, letting out a loud cry.

"YOUJI...!"

One more thrust, and I followed suit, collapsing on top of him as the rest of the water drained out of the tub.

::Aya's POV::

I let my fingers run in soothing patterns along Youji's back until he wearily pulled out, and then brought my lips to his in a gentle, accepting kiss. Youji stared at me for a moment, then shot me a soft smile.

"Arigatou, Ran."

It was a smile so handsome I couldn't help but return it, threading my fingers through his beautiful golden hair, pulling him into a loose, and much to my delight, mutual embrace.

"Youji..I meant what I said..." I started solemnly, but he pushed a finger to my lips with a smile.

"Nothing." He murmured, and I nodded, repeating the word.

"Nothing. Ever. Aishiteru, Youji."

Our lips met again.

"Aishiteru, Ran."

We lay there for a few moments in silence, before Youji slowly sat up, reaching for the towels.

"You know... you already sit like you've got a stick up your ass. I wonder what the others are going to think now?" He murmured with that typical lazy smirk. Somehow, when I playfully slugged him in the arm and he pulled me back in for another kiss, I knew everything was going to be okay.

FIN.

Holy cow. Long chapter. To clarify, "This is what you get when you mess with us" is a line from the Radiohead song Karma Police, after which this fic is named -- my intention was to name this chapter that lyric, but I decided it was too long, so I split it between chapters 9 and 10. But it's complete, mostly, excluding the epilogue, which will tie things back together nicely (since I left Omi and Ken out for most of this chapter, you know). Anyway -- tell me what you think, and if you notice any lose ends, leave notes so I can address them in the Epilogue! :heart: - glaube