Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ Meetings ( Chapter 5 )

Love On A Leash

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers: This is getting real old. /sighs/ They aren't mine I'm just using them to satisfy my twisted imagination.

Paring: Implying Ran/Ken

Warnings : AU, Shonen-ai. OCC, Angst, Slavery, there's some sugariness (if you're sensitive) in this chapter so don't puke please /chuckles/.

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

One reviewer asked me about names (don't remember who though). You are right I do jump between calling Ran, Aya and Ran but if you look at it, it makes sense, um at least to me. In the parts were we follow Ken or Yoji or Omi he is called Aya because that's who he is to them. (Even though Yoji of course knows that's not his real name, being his cousin and all) But when we follow Ran he's called Ran because he is Ran. (Okay now I'm confusing myself, bah) Ran doesn't see himself as Aya here, he just wants to be called Aya to honour his sister's memory.

Oh and I know Ran is acting way OOC here but well he needs to or this whole fic is impossible to write. And besides Yoji is his cousin so I just figured he'd open up at least a little to him. Ken is a whole different matter though. In my book Ran is a protective and caring person even though he doesn't usually show it to others and Ken sure as hell needs to be protected and cared for. Okay I've babbled enough now. Go read…

Chapter 5. Meetings

He leaned back and tapped a spoon against his coffee cup. Ken was still uncomfortable and didn't answer any questions unless Ran asked them to him. The redhead sighed deeply and looked over to the little stall where he knew his slave was. It had taken him forever to get the brunette to tell him what type of clothes he liked and it had taken even longer to convince him that nobody was going to hurt him. Ken came out from the stall and immediately scanned the room for his owner. With his head lowered he walked up to Ran and sank to his knees just like he had done every single time he had changed into a new set of clothes.

"Stand up," the redhead sighed softly. Obediently the slave rose to his feet but his eyes remained on the floor. He was dressed in a pair of chinos and a loose sweater, the type of clothes he seemed to prefer. Actually the brunette only seemed to want clothes that hid his well-built body. "You like those?" A tiny nod was the only reply. " Good. Do you want to try on something else?" Ken shook his head and quickly looked up. "What's wrong?" Ran could see something strange in those brown eyes and he didn't like it. The slave shifted his weight back and forth. "Ken, look at me. Tell me what's wrong."

"I… I…" The redhead closed his eyes for a moment. It hurt so much that Ken couldn't tell him what he wanted.

"It's okay just tell me what you want," he said as softly as he could.

"H… home, please?"

"You want to go home?" The slave nodded and lowered his head again. Ran couldn't resist reaching out and gently run his fingers through the soft brown hair. To his surprise Ken didn't flinch back at the sudden touch. "Okay, change your clothes and then we'll go home." The brunette nodded and headed back to the stall. He stopped before he entered though suddenly seeming very tense and nervous. Ran rose and walked up to him. "What's the matter?" His amethyst eyes scanned the store and landed on a familiar face. The slave was shaking like a leaf and his brown eyes were widened with fear. Ran clenched his hands into fists and let out a low growl. "Kase." The brunette whimpered and instinctively moved closer to his owner. "Calm down Ken, he's not going to get anywhere near you."

"He… I… please…" Ken stammered and looked at the redhead with begging eyes filled with tears. Ran had no way of knowing if it really was Kase who had abused the slave so badly but judging from Ken's reaction it sure as hell seemed that way. Gently he wrapped his arms around the shaking form and pressed it close to his body.

"Listen to me Ken. He can't hurt you anymore; I won't let him. You don't have to worry, I'd kill him before I let him hurt you again," the redhead mumbled softly. The slave seemed to calm down a little and Ran felt his hands grab a hold of his shirt. When he looked up Kase was standing in front of him.

"I see you are enjoying your new slave," the man smirked and ran his eyes over the brunette's body.

"What do you want?" Ran asked coldly and manœuvred Ken so that the slave was standing behind him instead.

"Nothing just wanted to see how you're doing with Kenken. He IS a lot of fun isn't he? Best fuck I ever had," Kase laughed and cocked his head to the right. The redhead's whole body stiffened at the crude remark.

"Yes I bet you did enjoy raping him, beating him, cutting him, burning him with cigarettes, you sick bastard! I suggest you get lost right now or so help me God I'll rip your fucking head off! Don't ever so much as look at him again!" The words were spoken with a low, ice-cold voice that dripped with disgust. Kase stared at him.

"Oh shit you're one of those damn 'slave's are humans too' idiots. I should have known. Sooner or later you will crumble and take advantage of his sweet ass too Fujimiya! When you do make sure you order him to give you head and then you can call me and thank me for teaching him that skill," Kase growled and glared at the tall redhead. "He's just a slave, if you don't fuck him he's completely useless." Ken's former owner swirled around and walked away.

Ran fumed in rage. It took all his self-control not to run after the bastard and rip him apart. Shaking with anger he turned around and looked at the slave. He was trembling and tears were running down his face. It didn't take a whole lot to understand that Ken believed every single word Kase had said.

"Don't you dare listen to him Ken! He's a bastard and you know it!" the redhead growled and saw how Ken flinched at his hard words. It didn't seem to matter what he did he always ended up scaring the brunette and it was killing him inside. "I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to hurt you Ken! Are you ever going to believe me?" Ran left his question hanging as he turned around and stalked off leaving a very confused and scared slave behind.

//

Ken stared after his owner. Aya had left him alone, unprotected. He wanted to call out for the redhead but he couldn't even breathe properly. Frightened brown eyes darted back and forth. What if Kase came back? What if Aya didn't want him to follow? His former owner had been the source of so much pain but the thought of losing Aya was worse. Ken let out a low whimper and hugged himself. Quickly he ducked into the stall and almost ripped the clothes off before putting on the ones the redhead had given him.

When he was done he hurried after his master praying to any God he could think of that he could find Aya again. He desperately wanted to trust his new owner but he had been betrayed so many times. And still somewhere deep down inside he knew that the redhead would never hurt him intentionally. His eyes caught a glint of crimson hair and he ran faster almost pushing people aside in his eager to catch up with his owner. Panting for air Ken finally reached Aya and without thinking he grabbed his arm. The redhead swirled around.

"Please don't leave me!" Ken blurted out before he could stop himself. "Don't leave me, please." He could feel his owner's eyes on him but for some reason he didn't fear being punished. Aya had said he wouldn't hurt him and he believed him, really truly believed him, at least for the moment. Soft fingers brushed away his tears and tilted his face up.

"I won't Ken," came the hushed answer.

"Well if it isn't cousin Aya." The slave immediately flinched to his owner's side and lowered his head.

"Kudou!" Aya grumbled. "Figures I'd meet you today." Ken carefully squinted up at the other man. He was a bit taller than the redhead, lanky, had sparkling green eyes, blonde hair, a cigarette between his lips and his whole being screamed playboy.

"You're always so happy to seem me Aya," the blonde grinned and moved his eyes to the slave. "WOW!" Ken moved closer to the redhead and cowered under the intense green gaze.

"Knock it off Yoji, you're scaring him." Aya protectively wrapped his arm around the brunette's shoulders without even thinking about it.

"Sorry, but he is absolutely beautiful." Ken felt his face go red at that.

"YOJI!"

"Yeah, yeah I'll shut up about it okay. What are you doing here? I thought you hated crowds," the blonde smirked and let out a puff of smoke.

"I do but Ken didn't have any clothes to wear."

"I bet you he's even more beautiful without them." That remark almost made Ken crawl inside Aya's coat. The blonde wanted him, the slave could hear it, and even if the redhead had said no one else would touch him he wasn't sure that promise included his cousin.

"Kudou! Would you drag your mind out of the gutter already?" Aya sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Sure but what's the fun in that? You know it is a shame we're cousins. I would love to get my hands on you," Yoji mused and ran his jade gaze up and down the redhead's body.

"Touch me and I'll kill you!" Aya muttered but there was no real anger in his voice just a flare of annoyance. Ken refused to look at the blonde again. Not only was he making remarks about his body he was also making them about his owner's. The brunette sought protection by pressing himself as close to Aya's side as he possibly could. "Sch Ken calm down. Yoji isn't going to hurt you," the redhead whispered calmly.

//

Ran gave his cousin a sad look and gently rubbed the slave's shoulder. Ken had all but pressed himself right through him.

"I'm really sorry Aya I shouldn't have said those things," Yoji mumbled with regret. Ran wasn't a big fan of his cousin but the blonde wasn't a bad person, he was just rather obnoxious in his crude playboy ways.

"You had no way of knowing. I really need to talk to you Yoji but…" the redhead sighed and gestured to the brunette that was clinging desperately to his arm and coat.

"Why don't you two come home with me? We can all have dinner together and then we'll talk," the blonde suggested.

"Sounds good to me, just let me pay for the clothes and stuff." Ran gently lead Ken back into the store. The slave seemed to have forgotten everything except his need to stay with his owner.

//

Yoji watched his cousin and smiled slightly. The browned hair slave was a knock out and if Aya had warmed up to him so much then things were looking promising. His stoic cousin had had a ten-foot pole shoved up his ass ever since his parents and his sister had died but perhaps this slave could fix that problem. The blonde would never admit to it, but sometimes he really worried about Aya. His crimson haired cousin was a difficult person to understand and even more difficult to read since he always had that damn callous mask firmly in place shutting in all emotions except anger and annoyance.

Yoji had a small thing for him but only because he really wanted to be in control of the untamed beast Aya was. It would be such a power rush to dominate him. When the redhead had been known as Ran he had been a soft gentle boy who was very shy and calm but now… now he was cold, hard and extremely difficult to get close to. The lanky playboy frowned slightly. He knew that Aya was hurting badly inside but what could he do about it? Not a God damned thing and that was something he didn't like at all.

They might not really share blood but they were still family, at least to Yoji they were. His mother had married Aya's mother's brother when the blonde was just a toddler. He sighed as he remembered the real Aya. That smiling, happy little girl who had brightened up any grey day with her shear presence. His cousin had loved that girl more than anything in life and now she was dead, killed by some fucking psycho who Aya/Ran couldn't touch. Takatori. Just the name made Yoji's skin crawl.

That bastard was way above the law and he seriously needed a few bullets in his head to be of use to anyone. The only thing Takatori was good as was as food for the maggots, if they would actually eat something that rotten. His green eyes observed how Aya made his way back still with the brunette clinging tightly to his arm.

Yoji had never seen his cousin allow anyone to touch him like that before. Sure the redhead had had a few lovers but he had never cared about any of them. He just didn't like it when people cared about him or got close to him. This slave however seemed to be a whole different matter. Aya actually did care about him, protected him with the same intensity he had protected his sister.

"Ready to go cousin?" the blonde smiled when the two men joined him again.

"Aa." The Fujimiya answer, Yoji thought and shook his head a little. Aa or Hn was usually the only words anyone got out of him and that was if they were lucky. Aya had a tendency to simply ignore others.

"I have my car outside." The redhead nodded and Yoji couldn't help but smiled wider when he firmly grasped the slave's hand in his. The three men made it outside and into the blonde's four-wheel drive. The jeep was a bit over the top but Yoji wanted it that way, most things he surrounded himself with was way over the top. His cousin took a seat in the back along with the brunette.

The blonde was a bit shocked when he saw how Aya allowed the beautiful slave to curl up against him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Ah now he understood what was going on. His icy cousin was falling in love or perhaps he had already fallen? To anyone else it would probably have gone by unnoticed but Yoji was an expert on the subject. Oh well, there were worst things that Aya could do.

//

Ken pressed himself against his owner and enjoyed the safety he felt. Aya didn't object and he unknowingly put his arm around his shoulders as to protect him even further. The brunette bit his lip and closed his eyes. He was on the verge of doing something stupid, something that he knew could destroy him but he couldn't help himself. The trust wasn't completely there but Aya was so kind, sweet and felt so safe. There were so much more to that man than his icy front lead people to believe.

Ken swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut. He was falling for his owner and he was falling fast. How or why he wasn't exactly sure but his heart confirmed it. Aya's voice could still frighten him but it was because he was so used to cower from harsh words since they were usually followed by a hard punch.

The brunette shivered slightly as he felt soft fingers play with his hair. It was such a small gesture yet it meant so much. He had been given promises a thousand times and they had always been broken, he had been showed kindness just to see it turn into cruelty but he had never had anyone caress his hair like the redhead did.

Maybe his hell was finally over; maybe Aya would make the world a better place to live? Ken hoped so because he didn't know how much more abuse he could take before he gave up on life all together. He just needed someone who cared about him, someone who he could care about. It would mean so much if he just could find one person who needed him, Hidaka Ken and not just as an easy fuck or such but truly needed him. He wanted that person, that someone, to be Aya and his heart told him that that might very well be. All too soon the lanky blonde parked the car outside an apartment-complex and turned off the engine.

"I know it's scabby but I call it home," his owner's cousin joked and left the car.

"Hn." Aya opened the door and gestured to the brunette to get out. Ken quickly slid onto the sidewalk and nervously looked around. Expensive apartments meant rich people who usually were the worst owners, the cruellest. He didn't know what to think about the blonde and he didn't trust him for a moment.

"Well we can't stand around here all day, I'm starving." His owner followed the blonde and Ken made sure he was close behind. They entered a huge lobby and headed straight for the elevators. "I have the penthouse of course, but you've been here before Aya so you know that, right?" The redhead nodded slightly.

"Is the boy still with you, Yoji?" The lanky blonde grinned at the question and his eyes turned warm and caring.

"I wouldn't trade him for the world Aya and he's not exactly a boy." His owner rolled his eyes at that and a small smiled crept across his bland face. "He'll probably have my ass for being late for dinner."

"Oh? I figured it was you who usually had his ass," Aya said evenly and his amethyst eyes sparkled with amusement for a few moments.

"Hey! No fair cracking jokes about that!" Yoji pouted and then grinned widely. "But, you do have a point my dear cousin." The elevator stopped and they exited. Aya raised an eyebrow as the blonde led them up to a huge door. "Shit! I forgot my keys" He knocked on the door and took a few steps back. It opened only a second later and small boy with blonde hair and huge blue eyes appeared.

"You're late Yotan," he complained and pouted at the taller blonde. "And I told you to take your keys with you. What would you have done if nobody had been at home?"

"I'm always late chibi and you wouldn't go anywhere without me, would you?" Yoji drawled.

"Don't call me that! You know I hate it when you call me chibi!"

"Hrm sorry. Aya you already know Omi." The redhead smiled a little at the boy. "Oh Omi this is eh um ah damn! Ken."

"Nice to see you again Aya-kun. A pleasure to meet you Ken-kun," the little blonde smiled and his blue eyes glittered. The brunette blinked. Ken-kun? His brown eyes carefully looked up at the cheerful kid and widened in surprise when he saw the collar around his neck. Omi was a slave? Yoji must be a good man then since the kid was acting so 'normal'.

"Don't let him fool you Ken he's older than he looks," the tall blonde snickered when he saw the brunette observing his slave. Quickly Ken lowered his eyes to the floor again and moved a little bit closer to his owner.

"How old are you now Omi? 12?" The petit blonde stuck his tongue out at Aya and the redhead actually smiled.

"You know very well I'm 17 Aya-kun. You were here for my birthday, remember?" Ken was shocked. Omi acted like any other human and nothing like the slave he obviously was. Slowly he squinted up at his owner. The redhead was absolutely stunning when he smiled and the sight made his heart pound faster.

"Only two years and Yoji has already corrupted you."

"Hey! I recent that remark," the lanky blonde muttered but grinned just the same. "Omi might look innocent but I'm living proof that he is not!" A blush colored the little slave's cheeks and he playfully swatted his owner's hand.

"Yotan! Behave yourself or else," Omi chuckled. The taller blonde's only answer to that was to softly caress the slave's cheek.

"I'll be on my best behaviour chibi," he promised and they all stepped inside the huge apartment.

"What did I say about the chibi-stuff?" Omi scowled and took his owner's jacket.

"All right, all right bishounen. No more chibi. Could you tell Nippy we have two more for dinner?"

"Tell her yourself lazy-bum!" Ken almost fainted. What the hell was going on here? A slave that talked back to his owner?

"Hai, hai, hai I'll go tell her myself. Will you take care of our guests?" Yoji muttered but there was no anger in his voice.

"But of course, this way Aya-kun, Ken-kun."

//

Omi glanced sideways to the brown haired slave. He had been a slave his whole life himself but he had been fortunate enough to have been bought by the Kudou-family as a six year old. His life was completely normal and the only thing that ever reminded him about his lot in life was the light collar he always wore around his neck and that was nothing more than a necklace really.

Ken had apparently not been so lucky. There was fear in those brown eyes and his form was nervous. His face stilled showed vague traces of bruises and Omi knew for a fact that Aya was not the one who had put them there. The silent redhead was a very caring man even if he usually didn't show it.

"Drinks?" he asked softly and gestured to the huge couch in the living room.

"Mineral water for me, please. Ken what do you want?" The little blonde saw how Ken's eyes widened and his body started to tremble slightly. Someone had scared the brunette badly and most likely beaten the shit out of him. Aya sighed quietly and turned to the slave. "Ken? Do you want something to drink?" The brunette nodded with hesitation. "Soda?" Another nod.

"One water and one soda coming right up," Omi smiled and went over to the bar. Aya will take care of you Ken. Behind the ice he's nothing more than a big teddy bear, or rather an Aya-bear, the blonde sighed to himself and smiled as he fixed the drinks. In the corner of his eyes he saw how the redhead sat down on the couch and the slave kneeled beside it on the floor. Aya frowned at that and gave Omi a resigned look before he turned to Ken.

"Sit on the couch Ken," he said softly and made room for the brunette to sit beside him. The slave didn't move but his form showed how confused he was. "It's okay, come sit here instead." With hesitation the slave stumbled to his feet and sunk down beside his owner.

//

The brunette was scared and confused; Aya could see it a mile away. To relax him he did the only thing that had worked so far, he pulled him close and placed a slender arm around his shoulders. Ken immediately leaned against him and the redhead couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of a strong and warm body pressed up to his own.

He didn't know what was going on but it had been going on for some time now. It was quite possible that he was falling for the scared brunette just as he had feared. Omi came back to them and put down three glasses on the table.

"Did you miss me?" The lanky blonde joined them and plopped down next to the boy. Aya couldn't help but smile as Omi moved so that he was sitting in Yoji's lap instead of on the couch. It was done without either one of them thinking about it and it was so cute, not even the redhead could deny that. God only knew how those two had found each other but it was apparent that they were happy together. His cousin wrapped his arms around the small slave's waist and seemed utterly contented just being so close.

"When did all this happen?" Aya asked calmly and gestured to his cousin and the petit blonde. Omi blushed when he realized where he was sitting and tried to get back onto the couch but Yoji held him in place and grinned.

"Just look at him cousin… He's a treasure and I love him dearly, what else could have happened?" Omi scowled and glared at the tall blonde.

"This is the only way I can keep him in line Aya-kun. You're cousin is a very stubborn man, but he is rather nice to have around. He's great when I need things taken down from the higher shelves." A soft melodious laughter slipped out from the redhead before he could stop himself. Omi smiled brightly.

"The Kudou, ruined, trapped and used as a ladder," Yoji exclaimed and threw his hands in the air.

"Finally something you're good for then dear cousin," Aya sneered and glanced down at Ken. The brunette was hiding from everything by burying his face against his owner's shirt. One day you will realize that you are as free as Omi is Ken, the redhead promised in silence.

~TBC~

Yoji and Omi sure seem to be very cute and cuddly ne? /laffs/ They need to be like that so sorry if it seems completely moronic. Besides, I like that pairing /hehe/ But it sure is confusing poor Kenken /hugs him/ Oh well Ran will make it better I hope. Although I wish he had ripped Kase's head off /snorts/. Bastard! Ja/Atsureki