Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ Reversed Roles ( Chapter 6 )

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: Yoji/Omi, Implying Ran/Ken

Warnings: AU, Shounen-ai. OCC, Angst, Slavery.

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

Chapter 6. Reversed Roles

After dinner Aya and Yoji left the two slaves with Nippy, the housekeeper, and moved back into the living room.

"So Aya, what's his story? I have never seen anyone so scared and unsure before," the blonde sighed and sank down on the couch.

"The bastard who owned him before is a monster. I don't even wanna know all the thing he did to Ken. Not to mention the fact that he hadn't even been with me a whole day before a slip-up on my part got him raped in my very own bedroom." The blonde's eyes grew wide. He wasn't used to be given information that easily from his cousin, especially not that kind of information.

"By who!?"

"The fucking doctor I brought over to tend to his injuries." The redhead paused and rubbed his chin. "I don't know what to do with Ken, he's scared half out of his wits and if I so much as raise my voice a little he throws himself on the floor shivering from fear. It took me a long time to just be able to touch him without having him flinch back a mile and a half. We met his former owner at that store earlier today, you should have seen the way Ken reacted," he mumbled in a very un-Aya way.

"What do you mean?" Yoji lit a smoke and watched his cousin closely. He had never seen so many emotions in that bland face before, at least not since they were kids.

"He was so scared he could hardly breathe and he was shaking badly but for some reason I don't think it was just Kase…" The blonde narrowed his eyes and his cigarette fell from his hand to the ashtray.

"Kase? As in Kouichiro Kase?" he asked with disgust in his voice.

"I think that was his name yes," Aya agreed and leaned back. "Know him?"

"I guess you could say that. Kase is the biggest fucking bastard around! Ken is lucky you came along. Slaves owned by Kase usually ends up six feet under. That man is the devil's spawn, a cruel sadistic psychotic fuck! You're probably right it was most likely not just Kase. He likes to let others use his slaves, rape them, beat them, you name it. And he likes to watch." Yoji shuddered and stubbed out his smoke. "Kase tried to buy Omi from me last year. Aya… he has connections… with Takatori."

"WHAT!?"

"You heard me. Seems like everything that's fucked up here leads back to Takatori." The redhead's face shone with anger. Yoji knew he had every reason to hate Takatori but at the moment his anger didn't help anything. "Listen Aya, you know as well as I do that no one can touch him so you might as well calm down. Focus on Ken instead, he needs you," the blonde mumbled and widened his eyes slightly when he saw how his cousin's face softened when he mentioned the slave's name.

"I just don't know what to do, if there's anything I can do." Yoji tilted his head slightly.

"From what I've seen today you've done a pretty good job already. He might not trust you completely Aya but I think he finds some sort of security in you. I saw the way he hides in you. Just keep doing what you've been doing and pray that he comes around. You're not just doing this because you feel sorry for him are you?" The redhead glared at little at his cousin.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Yoji chuckled and shook his head.

"This is me you're talking to Aya. I can see that you care a lot about him, don't let that slip away. You've been alone for so long, maybe Ken can help you just as you can help him," the blonde suggested softly and got a slightly shocked look from the other man.

"I… want him to become normal Yoji. I can't stand seeing the fear in his eyes anymore. No one should have to go through life fearing everything and everybody like that. And you're right, I do care a lot about him," Aya admitted and sank deeper down into the couch. It was the blonde's turn to look shocked. His cousin had actually admitted that he cared about someone.

"We both know what's going on Aya so I'm not even going to say anything about it. Just let things take their time, that's all you can do at this point but don't give up. I have a feeling that Ken has a lot hidden inside just like you do."

"Aa he… he brings back Ran," the redhead mumbled so quietly that Yoji almost didn't hear him.

"Good, I miss Ran and I think that you do too." A very small smile played across his cousin's pale face but he didn't say anything.

//

Ken frowned as he looked at his owner. Something was wrong and he didn't know what to do about it. They had left the blonde's apartment late and when they came home Aya went straight to bed with a headache. Ken didn't know where he was suppose to sleep so he had dozed off on the floor in the living room for a few hours before he checked on the redhead.

His owner's breathing was strained and he was sweating. He wanted to wake him up but he didn't dare to. A part of him knew that Aya wouldn't hold it against him but he had been a slave for too long to just follow his instincts. Nervously he reached out his hand to touch his owner's forehead. The pale skin was burning up. What was he suppose to do? The brunette chewed on his lip and carefully sat down on the edge of the bed. He would have to try to wake the redhead up.

"Master?" he whispered and almost bit his tongue off. The redhead didn't like to be called that. "Aya-sama," he tried instead but got no answer. Gently he touched his owner's shoulder. "Aya-sama?" Still no reaction. He felt a sting of panic race through him. Why didn't the redhead wake up? "Aya!" he said loudly and carefully shook the pale man. A low whimper was heard but his owner remained asleep. The apartment was cold but Aya was still burning hot. The brunette was worried now, scared that something was going to happen to the man who had showed him so much kindness. "Please wake up," Ken pleaded and shook his owner harder. Finally glazed amethyst eyes opened slightly.

"Ken?" The deep smooth voice was cracked and thin. "I think… you should… call a doctor," the redhead croaked out and closed his eyes again.

The brunette left the bed and picked up the phone but he didn't know whom to call. Trembling he looked around until his eyes spotted a small black phonebook. He shouldn't touch it but he had no choice now. Reluctantly he flipped it open and went through it. There was no number to any doctor in it.

"Damn," he cursed quietly and bit his lip. Who to call? Well Yoji's number was there, perhaps he should try that? The lanky blonde had seemed nice enough. With shaking hands he dialled the number and waited for someone to pick up.

"Moshimoshi, Yoji desu." Ken swallowed and closed his eyes. "Who's this?"

"K… Ken," the slave stammered and cowered slightly even though there was no one there.

"Ah hello there Ken, what can I do for you?" Well at least the blonde didn't seem angry with him for calling.

"It's eh Aya-sama, he's sick."

"Sick? How sick?" Yoji asked and Ken heard him say something to someone else, most likely Omi.

"He… he has a fever and I had a hard time waking him up. Aya-sama told me to call for a doctor but I…"

"Couldn't find a number? Doesn't surprise me, my dear cousin hates doctors. Don't worry about it Ken I'll call one for you and send him over," Yoji said calmly. The brunette shuddered. He did NOT want a male doctor in the apartment when Aya wasn't around to protect him.

"No," he whispered and sank down on the floor. The blonde was quiet for a while.

"Ken, calm down. I'll come over instead and take care of this, okay?"

"Th… thank you," the brunette mumbled with tears in his eyes.

"Nothing to thank me about. I'll take Omi with me, he wants to see you again." Yoji hung up and Ken did the same before he hurried back to his owner.

//

The doctor who showed up was the same female one that had tended to Ken. Yoji spoke to her after she had checked on his cousin while Omi kept the brunette busy. It hadn't gone unnoticed how worried the slave was about his owner and the lanky blonde secretly smiled about it.

"So what's wrong with my cousin?" Doctor Ono corrected her clothes and sat down.

"It's that new flu. It strikes hard and fast with high fevers and a lot of pain. He should be fine though, just make sure he has a lot to drink and keep him in bed." Yoji chuckled softly.

"Easier said than done. I'll leave him with his slave," blonde nodded and lit a cigarette.

"So he decided to keep him?" Ono asked and raised an eyebrow. "I took care of him when he first got here," she added when she saw the confused look on the tall man's face.

"Ah, yeah Ken's still here and I have a feeling he's going to stay here for a long time," the blonde smiled warmly and looked up. "Doctor Ono this is Omi and you already know Ken." The small blonde smiled at her and sat down beside his owner while Ken kneeled on the floor.

"Ken please don't do that," Omi sighed and rose again. He took the brunette's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Sit on the couch." Reluctantly the taller slave sat down but he kept his eyes on the floor.

"How are you feeling Ken?" Doctor Ono asked softly and studied the brunette's face. She didn't get an answer but she hadn't really expected one either. "Do you feel okay now?" Ken gave her a small nod. "Good. Do you think you can take care of your owner?" Another nod. "Make sure he drinks a lot of water and try to keep him in bed. You can call me if you have any questions or if you feel he's getting worse. Oh and there's a bottle of pills there too make sure he takes them." The brunette didn't move but she knew he had heard her. "I've left my card by the bed." She rose and talked to Yoji for a few more minutes before she left.

"Do you want us to stay?" Omi asked when they were alone. The brunette carefully looked up and shook his head. He didn't want to be a bother anymore.

"You have our number so just call if there's anything you need Ken." Yoji rose from the couch and stretched. "Let's go Omi." A few moments later Ken was by himself and he was nervous. Never before had he been trusted to take care of someone else but he would do the best he could.

//

The floor was cold and hard but Ken ignored it since he didn't have anywhere else to sleep. Every now and then he left the living room to check on his owner. The redhead was asleep and the only thing Ken could do for him was try to keep him as comfortable as possible, which was exactly what he had been doing for two days.

Sighing quietly to himself the brunette got up and padded into the bedroom again. Aya was pale and sweaty but his sleep seemed to be somewhat calm. He kneeled beside the bed and carefully observed his owner. Usually he kept his eyes lowered but now he had a chance to really look at the taller man. His body was covered with sweat as the medication Ono had given him broke his fever. The redhead moved and threw away the blankets that had been covering him.

"Ken?" The whisper was hoarse and the amethyst eyes that opened shadowed.

"Hai," the brunette answered quietly and lowered his head again.

"Could… could you give me some water?" Ken quickly got up and fumbled with the water. Carefully he helped his owner to sit up so that he could drink. "Thank you," Aya murmured when he was done and sank back against the pillows. The slave put the glass away and kneeled again. It only took a few moments before his owner had fallen asleep again. Gently Ken reached up and dried away the sweat with a soft cloth he had found in the bathroom.

He really wanted to change the sheets but he didn't think it was a good idea to disturb the redhead. His face showed nothing as he stared at the floor but his thoughts were very much active. He had had sick owners before but it had never made him feel the way he felt now. A sick owner meant that he would be left alone which always was a blessing but Aya's sickness didn't bring out those feelings.

He was concerned about his owner, worried, a little scared and he wanted him to get better as fast as it was possible. To care for Aya was so strange, he had never cared for any of his other owners he had just feared them. Sometimes he had almost hated them but it was hard to hate someone he was so terrified of. But the redhead was nothing like them.

//

Ran opened his eyes and blinked a few times. His head was heavy and he was soaked in sweat. Disgusted with himself the redhead wiped his forehead and carefully sat up. He felt better but his body was still drained from having fought the fever. A little dazed he looked around and frowned deeply when he found Ken asleep on the floor beside the bed. The slave was curled up in a little ball on the prickly rug. That did not look comfortable at all.

Aya leaned back against the pillows and sighed. Just where did the brunette sleep anyway? His apartment didn't have a guest-room and the two sofas in the living room were too short to be comfortable. Not that sleeping on the floor could be better. The redhead sighed slightly. Ken should have come to him and asked, hell he wished that the slave had demanded a decent place to sleep but instead he had just decided to use the cold unkind floor. Aya leaned back and closed his eyes.

Please let him trust me enough to come to me… Just let me take care of him. The plea was silly but he didn't really care. He couldn't get Ken out of his head and he had almost accepted that the slave on his floor wouldn't get out of his heart either. With a little huff the redhead opened his eyes again. Until he could think of something else he would just have to give up the other side of his bed to the brunette, there was more than enough room to fit them both. Aya raised an eyebrow at himself and almost chuckled. Like I'm ever going to let him leave my bed if I get him in here?

~TBC~

Trust me the flu can come that fast. /mutters/ And breaking a fever is sweaty business… Well Ken seems to do a good job at taking care of Ran and Ran really needs to move the cute brunette into his bed ne? Ja/Atsureki