Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ Anblaffen ( Chapter 24 )

Love On A Leash

 

By: Atsureki

 

Disclaimers: Yeah they aren't my so stop bothering me about it /pouts/

 

Paring: Ran/Ken, Yoji/Omi

 

Warnings: AU, Yaoi. OCC, Angst, Slavery and some other stuff.

 

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

 

N/A: /coughs/ This update took A LOT longer than I planed on but it's here now and that counts for something, right?… RIGHT?! On a serious note I've had some health problems and between the exhaustion and trips to the hospital I just haven't gotten around to writing, sorry guys! But enough of this and go read the chapter!! HURRY!!

 

Chapter 24. Anblaffen#

 

Ran growled at himself in his head and struggled harder to reach the surface. Goddamn it how he hated waking up from being unconscious. His eyelids felt like they had been glued shut and he wasn't sure if it was worth the effort of trying to open them. And then there was the disgusting feeling of having a plastic tube shoved down his throat. It was supposed to help him breathe but at the moment it felt more like it was suffocating him slowly. One of his hands jerked impatiently on the cool sheets and all he really wanted was to see and to be able to rip the tube out.

 

“Abyssinian indeed,” a scratchy voice huffed with humor, “you seem to have nine lives, that's for sure. But if I'm not mistaken you've already gone through 20 or so.” Old wrinkly hands touched his face, but they didn't remove the tube.

 

“Your next appointment is here,” an unfamiliar voice hollered from far away and Ran managed to crack one eye opened. A sharp stab of light was his only reward and he groaned, or at least tried to.

 

“That'd be Mrs. Masaki. Stupid old hypochondriac… The woman is over 70 and in perfect health.”

 

“Ugh uhugh!”

 

“What was that? Oh sorry, here sit up.” Ran was helped up and his other eye finally gave in and opened a little too. “Now, what are you mumbling about? Ah, the tube.” The old physician chuckled to himself and took a hold of the hated tube. “Cough!” Ran coughed halfheartedly twice and the plastic thing slipped out, then he coughed in earnest as phlegm flooded his abused throat.

 

“Water,” the redhead begged and winced at his hoarse and cracked voice.

 

“Yes, yes, water.” The old man sauntered off and Ran could only hope he'd still remember the water when he got to the tap. Carefully the, now former, assassin relaxed into the soft pillow behind his back and felt for the injuries he had suffered. One side was stiff and the skin stretched taunt, from stitches no doubt, and his right shoulder was throbbing in pain. Ran muttered to himself and blew some air at one of his ear tails.

 

“Stupid hair,” he croaked and raised his left hand to tuck it behind his ear instead. It came as a total shock when nothing happened. Frowning he turned his head and glared accusingly at the limb. It just lay there, doing nothing what so ever.

 

“Here's your water Abyssinian.”

 

“What did you do to my arm?” He would have sounded so much more menacing if his voice hadn't sounded like he was a boy going through puberty and laryngitis at the same time.

 

“That shoot really hit the spot kiddo,” the doctor grumbled and placed the glass he carried on the table. “Temporary paralyzes, nothing to cry about. You'll have physiotherapy and there's no reason why you shouldn't regain at least 60 percent mobility.” Ran blinked. 60 percent mobility?

 

“Orito-sensei?!”

 

“Coming, coming. You get some more rest Abyssinian.” The old man shuffled towards the door but stopped before he left the room. “I almost forgot, is there anyone else you want to contact? A family member or such?” Ran tried to get his head to focus on something else beside the news about his arm.

 

“Aa, my cousin.”

 

“Good, good, I'll send in Akiko-chan to help you.”

 

/&/

 

Omi looked up as the door opened and his lover stomped into the room. His green eyes were a conflict of concern and the beginning of anger as he came closer, digging around in his pockets for his smokes.

 

“Is Aya here?” Yoji asked hopefully and shifted between the two slaves.

 

“No, we haven't heard a word from him and he doesn't answer his phone,” Omi sighed and got up. “I take it he wasn't at his place.”

 

“Nope, my dear cousin seems to have vanished. Fuck! This is like a bad soap opera, as soon as we've fixed one problem another one surfaces!”

 

“You don't think Aya-kun did something stupid, do you?” Omi asked carefully and his lover glared at him.

 

“No, I don't THINK Aya did something stupid, I KNOW he did! He's a Fujimiya and a Fujimiya ALWAYS does stupid shit, it's like some fucking hereditary disease with them,” Yoji griped with annoyance, but Omi could clearly see the worry in his eyes.

 

“Yotan…”

 

“I'm mean Goddamn it! Would it kill him to just stay put for once in his life? If he had stayed here than we could get Ken home and everything would be honky dory, but no! He has to run around playing Batman or some shit and now we can't find him. When he gets back I'm gonna strangle him!”

 

“Enough!” Omi wrinkled his nose at his own loud voice. “Nothing is going to get better because you get all worked up Yotan.” The lanky blonde actually pouted and sat down.

 

“It's not your fault,” Hiko said softly and patted his owner's leg. Yoji snorted sarcastically and shook his head.

 

“I'm not so sure about that kiddo. Both of you tell me I did my best but this time my best wasn't good enough.”

 

“Bullshit!” Two pair of green eyes stared at Omi. “You didn't cause any of this and you know it!” Yoji was just about to rebut that when the phone rang.

 

“Moshimoshi Kudou desu?” the tall blonde answered in a growl and listened to the person on the other end for a while. “Where?!”

 

“Do you think someone's found Aya-niisan?” Hiko asked hopefully and his usually so precocious face was for once that of a child.

 

“I hope so,” Omi sighed and tried listening in on his lover's conversation.

 

“Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw!” Yoji suddenly barked and seconds later the phone shattered against the wall, sending pieces of plastic raining down. “Aya you fucking idiot!”

 

/&/

 

Ken observed the tiled room suspiciously, his brown eyes narrowed and his body rigid. Behind him the hustle and bustle tried to press him forward, but the slave wasn't moving an inch. They wanted him to take off his clothes, go into the room where a large guard was waiting and allow that man to clean him. Ken was wavering between being submissive and obedient, like he had been trained, and the determination that no one except Aya was ever going to touch him again. That burly man glaring evilly at him might do something to him if he didn't obey but the brunet knew that there was no guarantee the same things wouldn't happen even if he complied.

 

“Move it slave!” a sharp voice barked from behind and Ken jumped. Something poked him roughly in the back and he almost fell into the shower room. He bit his lip for a couple of heartbeats and then he made up his mind.

 

“No,” Ken whispered quietly yet firmly, his eyes glued to the threshold.

 

“What did you just say slave?” the voice growled, alarmingly close to him now.

 

“No,” the slave repeated in the same tone and carefully glanced up. There wasn't even a warning before something hard smashed into his back and sent him to the floor.

 

“Listen up! Either you go in there and do as you're told or I'll make sure no one ever sees you alive again. This is a transporting business slave boy, we're bound to have some wastage.” Ken stumbled back onto his feet. Dying was not an option, nor was not making it to the auction. He shuffled into the tiled room and hurriedly shed his clothes. When the large guard approached him Ken drew a deep breath, defiantly raised his face and put all the strength he could muster into his glare.

 

“Don't touch me.” The hissed words stopped the guard and Ken immediately took another step, placing himself under the hot spray of water. His body was trembling in fear but he refused to give in now. Kase would be the last one who ever laid a hand on him against his will, that was a promise the brunet hade made to himself.

 

“Well aren't you a cocky little slave?” He recognized the voice from before and glared at the man it belonged to. “Didn't anyone ever teach you to obey?” Ken helplessly heard himself let out a dry laugh. Did this imbecile have any idea what it was like to be a slave? Had he ever been raped because that was someone else's legal right? Anger caused Ken's eyes to darken and he almost snarled at the man staring at him.

 

“People have tried, yes. My last owner tried too.”

 

“Probably why he sold your worthless ass!”

 

“No. He didn't sell me, I killed him,” Ken spat out and returned to washing his hair, he had been standing there naked for long enough. When the shampoo started running down his face the brunet should have known better than to close his eyes. A strong hand was suddenly wrapped around his neck, squeezing just enough to make breathing a challenge.

 

“You might be cocky, but you aren't all that clever. I'd watch it if I was you. Those scars and your history are going to lower your price and a cheap slave with so much spunk is just was some people are looking for. Do you catch my drift, slave?” Ken most certainly did and the fight left him, causing his body to sag. “Now, are we going to have any more problems with you?” The brunet shook his head the best he could and felt how the strong fingers slowly released him.

 

/&/

 

Ran had the decency to look ashamed when his cousin and his two slaves barged into the small room. Yoji's eyes were alit with fury, a sure sign that he wasn't really angry but upset because he had been scared and worried.

 

“Asshole!” the tall blond barked as a greeting and Ran sighed. He couldn't explain to them what he had done so he opted for keeping his mouth shut and look pitiful, which in his current state wasn't all that difficult.

 

“Yotan,” Omi muttered tiredly and smacked his lover's side. “Can't you see he's hurt?”

 

“He's lucky he is hurt or I'd kick his ass,” Yoji promised and glared. “Next time you try to get yourself killed do you mind giving me a call first?”

 

“I'm sorry,” Ran mumbled and blinked in surprise as the mattress dipped slightly.

 

“You're gonna be all right, ne?” Hiko asked quietly and pressed his small body against the redhead's.

 

“Pretty much.” A deep sigh was heard from the boy and he seemed completely contended with where he was.

 

“Enough of this… I hope they're gonna release you soon because Ken's auction is tomorrow and I'm not going to be the one telling him you got your ass shot to shit… AGAIN!” Yoji snapped and got another smack from his lover.

 

“Put a sock in it,” the petit slave growled, his whole body showing that he had had enough.

 

“Fine!”

 

“Aya-kun?” The redhead lowered his face, lost in thoughts.

 

“They're keeping me here for now but…” Hesitantly he looked up at his cousin. “Yoji, I'm not buying Ken, I can't.” A crash and a bang was Yoji's only response as he pushed a chair across the room and then kicked the door open before he stormed out.

 

/&/

 

Omi was using every ounce of willpower to keep himself from bashing his lover's head in, or face, whichever he got to first. The tall blond was huffing around his car, cursing and smoking and being a complete jerk. Behind him Hiko fidgeted, unhappy because he wasn't allowed to stay with Aya and angry with Yoji because he was calling the redhead every unpleasant name he could think of.

 

“Yoji!” He didn't really expect a reaction and he didn't get one either. Frowning hard the short slave took a deep breath and tried again, louder, and with every bit of annoyance he felt bleeding into his voice. “Kudou shut up!” His lover flinched at the roar.

 

“What?”

 

“Get in the car, drive us home and shut the hell up,” Omi snapped testily. “You're giving me a headache and you're pissing me off.”

 

“Me?” Yoji's green eyes were wide and confused.

 

“Yes, you! Hiko in the car.” The boy nodded and hurriedly climbed into the backseat. “You of all people should understand exactly why Aya-kun can't buy Ken! But you're so busy with beating yourself up you can't see what's right in front of you,” Omi hissed and stalked around to the passenger side. “We're going to the auction tomorrow and you're buying Ken!”

 

“And then what? Do you remember how it was the last time Ken lived with us? He was miserable, Aya was miserable, everyone was fucking miserable,” Yoji objected. “And that moron almost got himself killed and I'm the one pissing you off?” The small blonde took a deep breath and counted to ten.

 

“Did your brain shrink or something? Forget it, don't answer. Just get in the car and get me home before my head explodes.”

 

“Not until you explain this to me Omi. How can you justify what Aya's about to do to Ken, and after having claimed to love him even! He might be my cousin but at the moment he's being a major asshole!” Yoji gave a startled yelp as a shoe hit him the head. Even though Omi was annoyed, angry and had a serious headache he could help but laugh as his lover glared at the small boy who had already armed himself with his other shoe.

 

“Stop calling Aya-kun names,” Hiko demanded and his green eyes flashed in anger. “He can't buy Ken BECAUSE he loves him, don't you get it? And you should apologize to Aya-kun and to Omi-kun for being mean and stupid,” he continued gravely, shaking his small sneaker threateningly the whole time he was talking.

 

“Yotan, can we please go home now?” The lanky man nodded numbly, picked up Hiko's shoe and got in.

 

“I'm sorry Omi, I just… I knew he was about to do something stupid and dangerous and I just let him go. He could've died and I let him go!” Omi shook his head slowly and took his lover's hand.

 

“I know, Yoji, but he's an adult. Aya-kun and Ken-kun will be just fine.” Yoji drew a deep breath and nodded before he drove away from the parking lot.

 

TBC

 

# Anblaffen means `to snap at someone'. Um at least I think it does, if my German isn't completely messed up!

 

I'm already working on the next chapter… I promise!! /sighs/ Not that THAT means it'll be done soon or anything /grumbles about stupid muses/ Ja/Atsureki