Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ Hilfe ( Chapter 13 )

Love On A Leash

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers: This is getting real old. /sighs/ They aren't mine I'm just borrowing them.

Paring: Ran/Ken.

Warnings: AU, Shounen-ai, OCC, Angst, Slavery, Long chapter /nods/.

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts. Stuff marked \ are explained at the end of the chapter

Now I got flamed in a review not long ago and I just think I should address this person, 'nya'. Firstly I must say that if you have something to say to me you should leave your e-mail addy, it's the polite thing to do. /nods/ And secondly… I did not write Daubed Raven, I haven't even read that fic /shrugs/ If you're going to complain about my writing at least get your facts straight! And lastly, I did not say that Ken was going to be dancing around in the sun the day after that doctor examined him. /frowns/ If you had been paying attention you'd know that the doctor said that he should be fine, and that it took Ken a month to recover and that he couldn't even go to the bathroom on his own.

Further more, Ken has been a slave for 8 years in this fic and he's been beaten just about every single day. Now as usual when I write I check the situation on myself. If I had been abused the same way Ken has here I must say that being beaten is probably nothing compared to being raped by known and unknown ppl who feel that it's their right to do so. Yes Ken is afraid of getting hit but as I try to show my readers in the chapter where he's back in Kase's hands; it's something that he can stand, something that doesn't really matter. What does matter to him is the fact that he's worthless in his owner's eyes, Aya is not included in this statement since he is different.

I would also like to say that I write because I love writing and I can't please everyone! If you don't like this fic then don't read it, it's as simple as that! Should you feel the need to have a go at me and my writing again at least have the guts to leave an e-mail addy or go under your pen name.

Don't get me wrong I can take criticism and I welcome it since it usually helps me write better but what you wrote was not criticism but pure flaming! From where I'm standing it looked more like you were just out to make me feel bad or something. There's no need to jump ppl like that and it's plain rude. If you think I'm being a bitch here then please feel free to think so. Your review made me rather annoyed…

Sorry for the babbling /smiles slightly/

Chapter 13. Hilfe#

It was dark so he had no way of knowing what time it was, not that it really mattered. Day and night were the same to him. The cold floor numbed his left side and his eyes refused to stay open no matter how hard he tried to keep them from falling shut.

He was afraid to close them ever since he had overheard the conversation between Kase and the man called Takatori. They wanted to kill him. Sure he had wished for death more often than not since Kase had brought him back but now it was different. Aya was alive and somewhere inside Ken knew that the silent redhead was looking for him.

That was why he couldn't give up, couldn't let Kase kill him. He had to go back to his owner, it was wrong for him to be anywhere else. If only he could escape. But how was he supposed to manage that?

If he for a moment just ignored the fact that the house was filled with people, two guards at the front door and that the grounds surrounding it sported a steel fence there was still the fact that he barely could stand up, much less walk.

Ken bit his lip in frustration. He was not going to die there damn it! For the first time in 8 years he had something to live for so he wasn't going to give up, refused to. What he needed was time, time to heal, time to come up with some sort of plan, but time was the last thing he had.

Kase had managed to break him and now he was trying to hold on to what little hope he had left. The brunette knew all too well that if he hadn't learned that Aya was still alive he would have died one way or another.

In his mind he could still feel the redhead's hands on his body, gentle fingers that ran through his hair, the sense of security when Aya had held him close, the taste of his owner in his mouth.

Ken chewed on his lip and swallowed. He had to get away from Kase and find a way back to Aya!

//

Ken didn't know how long he had been asleep but when he woke up he was so cold and the pain, that had become a part of who he was, was worse than ever. His back felt like it was covered in an ice-cold fire. Every single inch of his skin pounded with pain and every breath threatened to rip him in two.

He knew that his wounds were infected, that he had at least one, probably several, cracked or broken ribs. Whimpering in agony the slave carefully uncurled his aching body. It was quiet, too quiet. There usually wasn't a whole lot of loud noises around his room but he could always hear some sounds coming from his surroundings, but not now.

With all the strength he could gather in his abused body he managed to get to his feet. Pain shot through him and caused him to yelp hoarsely. He had to lean against the wall in order to keep himself up and it made him hurt even more.

Slowly he made his way to the door and rested for a while before he tried to open it. It was hard for him to use his hands since several of his fingers were swollen, disjointed or maybe broken.

Ken frowned in frustration. He just wanted to get the hell out of there but how far would he get in his condition? After what seemed to be forever he finally managed to get the door open and carefully peeked out into the corridor. It was dusky and completely empty. Something was very wrong, something must have happened.

Hanging on to the wall with all his might Ken hobbled out of his room. Where were all the slaves and guards? The slave wet his chapped lips and moved down the empty corridor like a crab, sideways, sliding his feet over the floor, slightly hunched over.

If he just could make it to the stairs that would lead him to the first floor where the door to freedom was. Ken rested for a while and closed his eyes. How the hell was he supposed to climb stairs when he barely could walk at all?

"Looks like we forgot one," a nasal voice suddenly said and Ken damn near fell to the floor as he swirled around. He cried out in pain and pressed himself against the wall. "Calm down, we're not going to hurt you." Ken squirmed to the left to put some more distance between himself and the man he now recognized. It was the red haired stranger and slightly behind him was the little brunette called Nagi.

"Master we have to get him out," Nagi said quietly and ran his midnight blue eyes over Ken.

"Ja. The question is what do we do with him after that? He needs a doctor but we can't take him to one. Besides, I'm fairly sure he has an owner somewhere…"

"Ken, it is Ken ne?" the little brunette asked and slowly approached the frightened slave. Ken nodded and backed up a little more. "Can I take a look at your collar?" Brown eyes observed the small slave for a long time before another nod was given.

"Clever Nagi," the redhead said quietly and glanced over his shoulder with concern in his green eyes. "Hurry up!"

"Hai Master," Nagi said and walked closer slowly. His small hands gently touched Ken's neck and the taller slave widened his eyes in fear. "Sch I'm not going to hurt you, I'm like you remember?" Fingers carefully removed the collar and Nagi took a step back. Ken swallowed and relaxed a little.

"So?"

"Says here he belongs to a Fujimiya-san, Master, there's no first name."

"Fujimiya?!" The redhead cursed silently. "Mist!# That's just fucking perfect."

"What's wrong Master?" They started talking in the strange language that Ken couldn't understand and Nagi's midnight blue eyes widened.

"Oh well there's nothing we can do about that now so let's just get the hell out of here before the cops arrive."

"But Schuldig we can't let anyone see us!" All of the sudden the yielding and submissive tone in Nagi's voice was gone and his eyes changed too.

"I know!" The redhead tapped his fingers against his thigh and thought for a moment. "We can't leave the country, we can't take him with us and we most certainly can't leave him here so…" It was quiet for a while. "Put his collar back on. I think I know what to do." Nagi nodded and did as he was told.

"Can you walk?" the little brunette asked when the collar was back in place. Ken eyed him before dropping his gaze to the floor. He didn't want to answer; he didn't want to be there.

"It's okay Nagi I'll help him." The man called Schuldig carefully approached the distressed slave and gently wrapped an arm around him. "Just lean on me Ken and we'll get you back to your owner."

//

Aya paced his apartment with a worried look on his face while Yoji watched him with concern in his eyes. It wouldn't take much longer before the redhead snapped. They still hadn't gotten anywhere near getting Ken back, or even finding him for that matter, and it was seriously starting to affect Aya. As far as the blonde knew his cousin didn't sleep, eat or do anything except pacing back and forth.

"Is he doing that again?" Yoji turned around and smiled weakly at Omi.

"No, not again, still. I don't know how to help him Omi, I don't know what more I can do." The little blonde sank down on Yoji's lap and rested his head against a strong shoulder.

"Yotan you've tried your best." Yes he had but was it enough? Since Ken wasn't there the answer to that was no. Sighing he wrapped his arms around the small body and buried his face against Omi's neck.

"I just want to help him and I fucking can't. It makes me feel so damn useless!" he growled against the smooth skin.

"Ken-kun will come back!" Omi said quietly and caressed Yoji's hair. "He has to."

"I just keep wondering what I would do if it had been you. What would I do if you disappeared…" the tall blonde mumbled and tightened his hold. "I'd freak Omi, I'd fall apart just like Aya is doing right now."

"I'm not going anywhere Yotan." Yoji raised his head and looked into the little blonde's blue eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too Omi so you better stay with me." Omi chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss the taller man. Yoji answered the kiss and then returned to hiding his face against the shorter blonde's neck. He couldn't even remember what it was like not to have Omi in his life and he most certainly didn't want to find out.

It had taken him so damn long to figure out why the little energetic blonde was so damn important to him and when he finally got it he had been scared shitless. Omi had only been 15 back then and even though he might not act like it he was still a slave.

The shear thought of approaching him like that was weird and Yoji knew all too well that the small blonde might react to it the way a slave 'should' by simply letting his owner do as he wanted.

But in his worrying he had forgot that Omi was Omi. The blonde slave didn't think like a slave, didn't act like one either so his concern had been meaningless. Sometimes he still worried though. What if Omi loved him simply because he didn't know anything else?

"Yotan!" The warning in Omi's soft voice caused him to smile. His lover knew him too well sometimes. "Why do you insist on thinking like that?"

"Can't help it bishounen…" Omi rolled his eyes a little and kissed his cheek.

"I've never seen you as my owner, you know that. And technically you aren't even my owner, I still belong to your father, remember?" Yoji smiled slightly and nodded.

"You're right," he murmured and played with the thin collar around the small blonde's neck.

"Besides, even if I had a piece of paper that said I owned you we both know that it's the other way around." Omi laughed quietly.

"Aa you're all mine Yotan and don't you forget it."

"Like you'd ever let me." The both became silent and watched the distressed redhead who was still pacing.

//

Ran glanced at his cousin and the small slave on his lap. They looked so good together, so happy and even though he hated himself for it the redhead was jealous. What they had he wanted with Ken. He wanted the trust, the closeness and the openness that was between them.

With a deep sigh he turned his attention back to his pacing. He was falling apart; it was even possible that he already had fallen apart. His brain knew nothing but the worry and longing that was attached to the fact that Ken was still missing, that the brown haired slave he had fallen in love with might be dead.

Ran swallowed and pushed those thoughts away. He couldn't afford to think like that! Again he turned and continued his walking back and forth. His side and chest hurt and his body was not happy with him. The redhead sighed. He had tried to sleep but he just couldn't relax and he refused to take any pills for it.

What if Ken turned up and he was drugged out of his mind? No, it was better not to sleep at all in that case. In a desperate attempt to get Ken back he had even called the police but they hadn't been able to do anything. He couldn't tell them that he knew that Kase had the slave and they had found no clues even if they indeed had suspected that Ken's former owner might have stolen him.

It was just so Goddamn frustrating to know who had the brunette and not being able to do shit about it. Ran gritted his teeth and headed into the bedroom. Sighing again he picked up one of Ken's sweaters and stared at it for a long time. It was as shame that the slave didn't want to wear clothes that were less baggy.

He had a beautiful body but he refused to let it show if he could avoid it. Not so strange though, the redhead realized. It must have been his body that had caused one of his previous owners to make him into a bed-slave.

Ran shuddered. The thought of anyone forcing the brunette to do anything was disgusting and made him tremble in anger. For the umpteenth time he wondered what Ken would have been like if he never had become a slave.

He sighed and sank down on the bed. The brunette would most likely never be like Omi, he had just been through too much for that, but Ran hoped that Ken at least would become less submissive, less frightened.

If… The redhead narrowed his eyes and corrected himself. WHEN Ken returned he would do everything in his power to show him that the slave was loved, that he was needed.

Ran hugged the sweater to his chest and forced back the tears. Since his sister had died he hadn't needed anyone, but he needed Ken. The sound of the doorbell snapped him out of his thoughts and he slowly rose to see who it might be.

//

He didn't know where they were going and he was too tired and in too much pain to be scared anymore. Nagi was holding him up and helped him to keep his back from touching anything. The green-eyed redhead was driving fast and when he talked he did it in the foreign language so Ken couldn't understand a word.

It took him a while before he realized that he recognized the street and the buildings they drove by. Schuldig was heading towards the place where Aya lived? The brunette swallowed and felt how his heart started beating faster. They were really going to take him back to his owner.

"Aya," he mumbled and got a strange look from Nagi.

"Is that your owner Ken?" he asked softly. Ken froze for a moment but then he nodded shyly. A very small smile appeared on the little brunette's passive face. "You miss him, don't you?" Ken nodded again and kept his eyes lowered. The car stopped and he glanced up.

"Ken do you think you can make it from here on your own?" Schuldig asked and turned around. The brunette blinked and bit his lip. It was about half a block to Aya's building but it didn't matter. For all he cared it could have been 500 miles and he would gladly crawl through fire just to get there. He nodded and the redhead smirked kindly at him.

"Take care of yourself Ken," Nagi said and opened the door.

"A… arigatou," Ken mumbled and carefully got out and onto the sidewalk.

"No need to thank us Ken. I'm just sorry we couldn't get you away from that bastard sooner. And don't you worry about Kase anymore, he will never hurt you again," Schuldig chuckled with a cruel glint in his jade eyes. Ken looked at him for a moment before he nodded and started stumbling towards the building where he would find his owner.

It was rather late and the streets were pretty much deserted, which he was thankful for. The last thing he needed was anyone seeing him. He had no idea of how he looked but by the feel of it his face was most likely black and blue. Panting for air Ken stopped to rest for a moment. It was so hard to breathe and his knees were all wobbly.

He clenched his jaws together and stumbled forward again. Aya. Aya. Aya, he chanted inside with each step he took. He was so close and yet it seemed so far. Gritting his teeth against the pain he finally reached the front door of Aya's building. Exhausted and dizzy he leaned his forehead against it.

The cool surface felt nice and all he wanted to do was sleep for just a minute or a week but he couldn't, not yet. Carefully he straightened up and glared at the heavy door. He couldn't grip the handle but he figured he'd be able to pull it open if he just could get his arm between the door and the handle.

Slowly he started moving and hissed when his muscles stretched. God that hurt his chest and back but he stubbornly kept on pulling. With a low creak the door opened a little and he shoved his foot into the chink to keep it from closing.

After having rested for a while again, Ken used his arm and his leg to pry the door open enough to get inside. He huffed carefully when he finally stood in the dark corridor. It felt like he had climbed Mount Everest. He limped over to the elevators and headed up to the floor where his owner would be.

Ken blinked a few times as he swayed from side to side. Black dots were starting to cloud his vision and his head felt funny. A 'bing' and the doors opened. There it was, home, safety, Aya. Ken whimpered and stumbled out of the elevator. Just a few more steps and he'd be there.

Annoyed he shook his head to get rid of the black dots and leaned against the wall. Now all he had to do was ring the bell. With the last of his strength the brunette raised his shaky hand and pressed it. Never in his life had a doorbell sounded so lovely.

His knees refused to support him anymore but he was home again and in a moment Aya would be there so what did it matter if he was lying on the floor? It hurt when his legs folded and he slid down the wall but he was too tired to care.

"Aya," he whispered and rested his flushed face against the cool wall. His eyes closed and his body sagged. He just had to rest, had to shut down for just a moment. Someone was walking up to the door so he would be safe.

"Aya," Ken breathed out again before his body finally gave up on him and dragged him away.

~TBC~

# Hilfe = Help, Mist! = Damn!, Shit!, Crap!.

Ken's back!!! /hugs Nagi and Schuldig/ But he's hurt and stuff /worried look/ And I can't help but wonder what happened to Kase?

And wasn't Yoji and Omi just too cute? /laffs/ Hope I didn't make anyone sick /chuckles/ Ja/Atsureki