Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Light Meets Darkness ❯ Return To the Ones You Love ( Chapter 9 )

Ken's body jolted from an invisible shock, his eyes wide in sudden realization. His memories, all his, always had been. They were all coming back to him.

Blut...

Geist.....

Lies, all lies…

The previous events of the day flooded his senses, the man's eyes growing hard with the quick desire for vengeance. "Go." He snarled.

Geist's body started from the voice, body turning slightly.

Ken lunged at the form in front of him, the bugnuks snapping open, blades reaching for the bared opening presented to him. Ken would get his vengeance through flesh and blood if he must.

Geist released a primal scream of outrage when he barely managed to dodge the attack, the blades of the bugnuks only managing to slice open the material around his shoulder, barely a centimeter from his skin. Geist's hand rushed forward, his palm slamming into the center of Ken's chest. The assassin choked on a surprised cry, his body flying back to roll across the floor for about ten feet before coming to a stop.

Geist didn't allow him the chance to recover. The taller man was on top of the other in an instant, his hands gripping the smaller man's wrists, growling at the feel of the bladed weapon beneath his grip. "So your memories have been released. I shouldn't be so surprised. This only makes it harder on you, though, Engel."

"My name is Ken!" The assassin screamed, pushing up against the hold upon his wrists. Geist allowed his struggles to continue only for a short time. The man rose up slightly, releasing Ken's wrists briefly. Geist's hand slammed across the side of Ken's face, eliciting a sharp cry of surprise and pain. Geist repeated the same forcefully slap to the other side of Ken's face, emptily regarding the already bruising skin and the small trickle of blood between pale lips from Ken's teeth slamming into the inside of his cheek.

"The more you fight, the more it hurts."

Ken coughed faintly, small traces of blood spilling across the side of his face. He shouted in fury and surprise as Geist pinned him further, the man grasping his wrists and holding them above the injured man's head. "What are you doing?!"

"It seems I must bond with you the hard way. One way to form a bond is to perform sexual intercourse. " Geist explained blandly.

:Gods no…: Ken's mind screamed hollowly, his world snapping into focus as his struggles became more furious as Geist nearly ripped off the front portion of his leather shirt, tearing the fabric off as if it was paper. In desperation Ken flung out his empathy, his power slamming into the scarred man. To his horror his abilities had no effect, the blast of power merely ruffling the man's shirt and hair.

His attack, however, just pissed Geist off further. "Stop resisting me!" Geist hissed, clenching the hand around Ken's wrists until the man cried out in pain. Geist forced Ken's legs apart, his touch vicious and hard. "This can go easy or hard, Ken. It can be pleasure or-" Geist rolled his hips harshly against Ken's crotch, the smaller man holding back a cry of pain from the harsh tough. "Or it can be rape."

"Bastard!" Ken cursed half-heartedly, throwing his body from side to side to try to get the man off of him. "You can't find a willing bed partner so you decide to rape one. And you wonder why I can't stand being around you!"

"Save it!" Geist barked, his free hand reaching down to tear at the zipper of Ken's jeans. Ken bucked sharply when the zipper was nearly torn off and away from his body. His struggles seemed only in vain as Geist grasped a hold of his jeans to begin pushing them down and around his knees. Geist snuffed out an enraged cry by smashing his mouth over Ken's, the assassin choking against the man's touch.

:It's not Schuldich's touch, nor is it's Farfarello's touch. I can't stand this sensation!:

:Help me!:

Geist jerked back in surprise as the ground beneath he and Ken turned into a sea of shadows, streams of darkness rising up and slamming into the tall man, forcing him away from Ken. Ken gasped for air, wiping away the foul taste on his mouth, clutching at the tattered remains of his clothing. He watched as the shadows kept the man surprisingly at bay, the edges of the dark tendrils forming into razor edges, eliciting shallow wounds across Geist's flesh.

"Ken!" A familiar voice shouted behind him. Ken looked back.

"Aya!" Ken cried out in surprise, watching the figure of his leader rise up from the sea of shadows, the darkness swirling and flowing across the redhead like the hands of a lover. Aya reached one hand towards Ken, the shadows around him mimicking his action, small tendrils of darkness around Ken tugging desperately at the remains of his clothing and at his hair. "Come with me, Ken! My shadows will lead us home!"

:Home…: Ken thought. :It seems like I haven't heard that word for so long:

Ken grasped the pale hand, painfully pulling himself towards the redhead as they sank into the shadows, vaguely hearing Geist's screams of fury. "Take me home, Aya."

And the shadows welcomed the two men even as they held back the one man screaming his fury.

"Fools!" Geist screamed, his vision turning red as he looked upon the area that the shadows and Ken had once been. "This is far from over!"

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Both Ken and Aya held on to one-another for dear life, the world around them almost a numbing cold, wind roaring past their bodies as they seemed to fall endless into nothing.

"This is your power, Aya?" Ken yelled over the roar, his hair blowing around his face from being forced out of his ponytail, teeth chattering from the chill.

"Yes! While you were missing we found out that I'm a Shadow Maker! Crawford has been helping me to focus my power and use it to locate and follow a person's shadow. That's how we found you, by first locating your shadow!"

Any other words were lost as the roar of sound continued to swallow and surround them, both man feeling their stomachs quake from such intense noise.

A shot of white exploded above them, a slim hand reaching down through the bright hole in the shadows. "Crawford!" Aya shouted, reaching one hand up and grasping the extended hand while keeping a firm hold on the form against him. The firm grip on Aya's arm jerked both men out of the shadow void, both men crying out as they toppled across the wood flooring. Ken looked back, holding the tattered ends of his clothing to see a slowly disappearing spot of darkness fading away into the wood floor, a last reminder of their trip. The assassin looked back to see Crawford pulling a limp Aya to his feet, the Oracle resting a hand on the shaken Shadow Maker's forehead to feel for any possible fever or sign of shock.

"What's wrong with him?" Ken demanded shakily, his body starting to warm up once out of the shadow void.

Crawford looked up at Ken. "It hits Aya hard when he has to not only create the shadows, but control and pass through them. He will be fine, as long as I am there to act as a focus for his concentration."


Ken smirked. "What, no longer calling him Abyssinian? How droll, even for you."

Crawford raised a dark eyebrow. "So you finally remember." He said faint amusement in his voice.

"Yeah…sorry about the whole singeing of the hand thing." Ken apologized meekly, easily recalling the incident from earlier when he had panicked and his empathy had retaliated on Crawford.

Crawford smirked. "No need, it only proves that you are administering further control on your abilities. However," Crawford offered Ken a glare, "If you do it again, I will beat some sense into that thick skull of yours."

:Ah, the warmth and comfort of returning home: Ken thought wryly. A sudden blur of two blond streaks interrupted his musing, two forms plowing into him from both sides.

"Ken-kun!"

"Kenken!"

Ken croaked from the force administered from the other assassins of Weiss, the smaller assassin currently occupying space in his lap and the playboy practically squeezing the life out of him from behind. What hold he had had on his wrecked clothes were surrendered for grasping at the two assassins currently pressed up against him. "Yohji…Omi…"

"I didn't think you'd ever make it back!" Omi cried out softly, burying his face into the familiar warmth of his friend. Yohji snickered from behind Ken, ruffling the man's long hair, laughing at Ken's vain attempts to swipe his hands away. "Hah, new hairdo! Looks good on ya, Kenken!"

"It is good to see that you are safe." Nagi offered in greeting from his spot in the doorframe, his face lax of emotion but his eyes revealing the telekinetic's relief at seeing that the empath safe. Ken offered the thin boy a grateful smile.

"Well then," Crawford interrupted, lifting the leader of Weiss and situating Aya within his arms, the redhead's head falling against the fabric of man's shoulder, "I will take care of Aya and make sure he recovers from the strain." With that the American carried to slighter form up the stairs to Abysinnian's room, leaving the other's to their reunion.

"Kenken, what happened to your clothes?" Yohji asked, fingering the torn shreds of his shirt.

Omi gasped. "Your face!" He cried out, gingerly touching the bruised skin and dry flakes of blood. The Tamer leapt to his feet, dashing for the kitchen. "Stay right there, I'm going to get an ice packet!"

Nagi waited until Omi was out of the room. "You…someone tried to force themselves on you, didn't they, Ken?" Nagi asked hesitantly, thankful that Omi had left the room so that he wouldn't get further upset from the knowledge beyond Ken's physical wounds. Having grown up on the streets, Nagi was not a novice at seeing such remains from a person's rape, either succeeded or attempted.

"…yeah…" Ken winced when Yohji carefully prodded the bruises, the Wind Master checking to make sure that there were no broken teeth or bones. "It's not too bad. My healing abilities have already started to kick in. The bruises look at least three days old."

"Three days! Damn Ken, that bastard didn't hold back on you!" Yohji cursed, infuriated at the thought of anyone forcing the smaller man down in order to rape him. "That is an explanation for the torn clothing." Ken once again clutched at the torn remains, feeling self-conscious for his lack of dress.

"Here Ken-kun!" Omi said, returning from the kitchen and pressing the cool ice packet into Ken's hands. As an afterthought Ken threw his newly acquired bugnuks into the trash can, not wanting any part of anything once belonging to Geist. Ken sighed his gratitude for the icepack, welcoming the damp coolness against the tender flesh of his face.

"Simply another reason to kill Geist slowly." A voice interrupted their discussion.

"Farfarello…" Ken spoke softly, looking up to see the pale demon stride down the stairs, the demon taking in the man's tattered appearance. Ken flushed in slight humiliation, feeling pathetic at the sad state of his clothes and the knowledge that he had almost been raped.

"Don't…" Farfarello growled, coming across the distance that separated them, dropping down onto his knees so his face was level with Ken's.

<Don't hide yourself away from my eyes> Farfarello's voice whispered through Ken's mind.

: But Geist…:

<He didn't accomplish anything. Even if he did, it would change nothing between us. I would never abandon you for anything, no matter what he tries to do>

Ken sighed tiredly, his head falling against the firmness of Farfarello's chest. The scarred demon immediately pulled Ken to him, lifting him up and cradling the smaller man against his chest, Ken dropping the icepack to wrap his arms around the scarred demon. As an afterthought Farfarello also grasped the ice packet as well, bowing his head to the others in the room in silent, making his way up the stairs towards Ken's room where their other lover was at the moment.

"Well then," Yohji heaved a sigh, flopping down into a chair situated behind him. "Geist just screwed himself over."

Omi nodded, his eyes burning in hurt and fury for the pain his friend was going through.

Nagi offered a soft smirk. "Mess with one of us, mess with us all."

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Gods, just being carried into his room was a small blessing for Ken. Farfarello eased both of them into the room, forcing the door shut behind him with a solid kick. Ken noticed that his room was in the same disorder it always had been, although his bed sheets were always painstakingly aligned and straightened every morning since the day he had first started living above the Koneko.

So Ken could easily tell that the redhead lying on his back in the middle of the bed was certainly not an accessory he remembered being part of his room.

"Schuldich!" Ken called out softly, Farfarello moving to allow Ken to be seated on the left side of the bed next to Schuldich, dropping the neglected ice pack onto the nightstand. Ken brushed long strands of fire-red hair away from the telepath's eyes, concerned from the lack of response from the man. The man's chest rose in fell in a steady rhythm, his hands lax at the side of his head. The telepath had tired himself out from extending his mind to search for Ken. Added in the amount of time he had done so during Ken's disappearance, he had pulled Farfarello along with him in one desperate search for the counterparts of Ken's mind. The act had physically and mentally tired the telepath. "Schuldich, wake up."

The telepath's eyelids fluttered open from the hesitant touch along his forehead, green eyes slowly focusing on the worried face of the empath. Schuldich's right hand rose up and clasped the back of Ken's neck, his hand testing along the fine skin and muscle as if wanting to truly believe that Ken was right there next to him. Satisfied with his small exploration Schuldich pulled Ken's head down, his lips covering the smaller man's, his touch soft yet with a hint of quiet desperation. Ken placed his hands on the man's broader shoulders, soothing the telepath's worries with a soft brush of his telepathy. Schuldich then jerked Ken firmly against him, his mouth devouring the taste of the empath, smothering the startled whimper from Ken who had cried out in surprise at the sudden intensity of the kiss.

Schuldich finally pulled away, drawing in a shaky breath of air. He hissed slightly at seeing the bruising along Ken's face, his mind probing Ken's, witnessing the visions of what had transpired to cause the wounds. "Geist…" The telepath snarled, his green eyes burning like liquid emerald flames.

"Please…don't think about it anymore…Just stay here…with me…" Ken pleaded, tightening his grip on Schuldich's shoulders. Schuldich sensed Ken's desire for physical contact, the smaller man almost within withdrawal from not being around his two lovers in over a month.

Farfarello pressed himself along Ken's back, molding his form along the steady heat of the smaller man. His right hand twirled idly through Schuldich's long hair, twisting Ken's own lengthened hair within the brighter strands of the telepath's.

"That bastard touched you…he wanted to rape you in order to try to bind you to him." Schuldich growled, looking down at the torn clothing in silent accusation.

"Not right now. Later, we'll deal with Geist. For now, I just want to be with both of you." Ken said softly, tilting his head to the side when Farfarello ran the edges of sharp teeth along the side of his neck. The demon placed his hand behind the resistant telepath's head and tugged the man upward, Schuldich's lips pressing to the pulse of Ken's neck. Momentarily forgetting his fury in place for the pleasant taste of his smaller lover Schuldich ran lips and tongue along the erratic pulse, forcing a soft mewl of pleasure from the man trapped between himself and Farfarello. The demon massaged his fingers into the back of Schuldich's head, eliciting a deep purr of pleasure from the telepath.

Farfarello chuckled against Ken's neck, his hands clenching around the man's hips, feeling the empath arch into his touch and from the combined teasing that Schuldich was now performing along the underside of his chin. "Foolish man, to harm either of you. Dance with the demon-"

Schuldich's laughter equaled Farfarello's, Ken shivering from the slight animosity from both men. "And you bare your soul to be devoured."

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Geist's rampage extended beyond the training room, the masses of broken crystals and large holes within the walls and floors evidence to his rage. The man threw a large chair into the fireplace, flames roaring out of the hearth from the sudden impact of the antique item.

"Burn! I will make them burn for taking him from me!" Geist shrieked furiously, slashing his hands into another unfortunate chair, large clumps of stuffing flying out of the numerous tears within the thick fabric.

A deep chuckle echoed from the doorway. "You always throw such large tantrums." Blut strolled casually into the demolished room, idly catching a floating piece of stuffing from the air, tossing the soft material between his hands. "Did the little fallen angel learn to fly away?"

Geist snarled at the impudent man, his facial features tight from the slow loss of his humanity, his black eyes glowing, small black wisps of power curling along the corner of his eyes. "Do not mock me."

Blut shrugged, unperturbed. "You took a risk. Rape will not make anyone submit, it will only make them resist even further, whether physically or subconsciously." Blut tilted his head, curiously observing his leader. "So what now?"

Geist bared his teeth in a mock parody of a grin. "We wait. We let them think that they have won this battle. Then we begin our attack, first on this city. We either force them out of hiding or corner them."

"Will you kill any of those who harbor Engel?" Blut asked.

Geist smirked. "No. I will do so much worse." Geist took a deep shuddering breath, slowly cooling his temper, the trickling power along his eyes leaking back to smolder within his black gaze, his face returning to that of a more human semblance. Geist sighed, knowing that he had indeed rushing into forcing Ken against his will. Well then, he would just have to be more careful and go much slower in the future.

"Have any of the other arrived?" Geist demanded.

Blut grinned triumphantly. "Oh yes. They await your orders."

"Good. Let us go meet the rest of the team."

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Three men were assembled within the large marble chambers, each equally different from one another in appearance and abilities.

The one on the far right had long light blue hair that fell to his waist, thin strands of hair glowing like burning silver. His eyes were a cold electric blue, small silver designs painted along the corner of his eyes. His skin was as white as marble, lips set in a firm frown. He was dressed in a flowing outfit of silver and blue, his shirt billowing around his wrists framing long slender hands and fingers. His pants were an off-white, neatly pressed and matching the white boots that finished his attire.

Winter, Master of Crystal Ice.

The man in the middle was the shortest of them all by at least a full head. He sported shoulder-length hair that was slightly wavy, his hair a beautiful strawberry-blond. His eyes were a soft caramel color, his creamy skin enhancing the warmth in his eyes and hair, along with his vivid personality. He was wearing a casual white sleeveless shirt over blue pants, his scuffed shoes tracing idle patterns into the floor, his soft pink lips parted in mock concentration. When he caught Winter's gaze he offered a bright grin, his face glowing even when Winter only narrowed his gaze at the smaller man.

Feuer, Shaper of the Red Flames.

The man on the farthest left did not acknowledge the other two. Even if he was facing the two neither Winter nor Feuer would be able to read his eyes since they were covered by a thick strand of purple fabric. The man black hair was cut neatly to frame the sides of his face, a few stubborn strands falling across the top of his forehead. His lips were formed into a frown equal to that of Winter, though this man held his arms crossed behind his back instead of lax at his sides. He was dressed in a complete black suit, not a trace of white seen within his entire outfit.

Auge, Soul Seer and Reaper.

Geist flowed into the room, followed closely by Blut. He smirked at the three men before him. "You finally came."

"You called us." Winter answered emptily.

Feuer smiled. "We came as soon as you requested!"

Auge did not deign to reply.

Geist viewed all three men. He finally turned to look at Blut. "And what of your brother?"

"What of him?"

Feuer drew in a sudden breath. "Your not going to release him, are you?"

Geist raised an eyebrow at the fire wielder, his gaze hard. "Do you have a problem?"

Feuer shivered from the intense look. "No sir, I just…Wut scares me. He really does…"

Winter glanced at the smaller man from the corner of his eye, his gaze softening ever so slightly at the man's distress.

Geist shrugged his shoulders. "If you do a good job, then you won't have to worry about Wut being let loose. You won't have anything to be afraid of."

"What is our mission?" Winter asked calmly, taking an unseen smaller step closer to Feuer's side, a small act of comfort for the shivering form.

"It's simple really. My enemy stole something from me. I want it back."

"You want us to bring back your toy, correct?" Auge's voice rolled out in a deep rumble, his voice betraying his age and the amount of power curling even within his own voice.

"Not yet. First, we wait, bid our time. And then," Giest smirked viciously, "Then we make this city burn."

Tbc

Engel: Angel (Yes, I'm so original.)