Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ The Last Resort ( Chapter 16 )

Love On A Leash

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers: I don't own them, don't even know anyone who does, so leave me alone /whines/

Paring: Ran/Ken

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

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

I've gotten complaints about the chapters being short and well I'm sorry but it's either short chapters or no chapters /sighs/ I'm fighting my writer's block with all I have! I think most of my readers rather see short chapters that are posted with less time in between than long one that you'll have to wait for for ages and ages, ne? Gomen, gomen…

Chapter 16. The Last Resort

Well isn't that funny, Ken thought as he watched crimson blood fill the shallow test cut on his arm. How could his blood be so pure and untainted when his body and soul were so filthy? A hollow chuckle escaped him and he winced at the sound. The slave shook his head to clear his thoughts and placed the razor over a bulging vein.

He could almost see the life that ran through it. For a moment he just stared, then he licked his lips, pressed harder and started moving his hand. It hurt, a lot, but he refused to stop until he had a gash that was about 4 inches long. Blood oozed from it, spilled over his pale skin before it started dripping onto the white tiles on the floor.

The voice in his head was gone now and he felt strangely at ease. Finally he was doing something right in his life, something that wasn't for him but that he had made the decision about. Ken smiled weakly and blinked in annoyance when his vision started to blur. He had to hurry before he became too weak. Quickly he took the sharp blade in the other hand and prepared to repeat what he had done moments before. It was harder this time because his hand was shaking.

"You selfish little bastard!" The hard angry voice caused him to jump and the razor fell to the floor. The brunette's head snapped to the right and he stared at his owner. Without a word Aya walked up to him, picked up the blade and shoved it into Ken's unwilling hand. He didn't understand what was happening so he just continued to stare at his owner.

"Well? Aren't you going to finish what you started? I thought you were eager to get away from me Ken," the redhead said coldly and nailed his amethyst glare to the slaves eyes. "I don't have all day you know! And you're making a mess, bleeding all over my damn floor!"

"I… I…" There was something in those violet eyes that he couldn't quite read but it wasn't anger, it actually looked a lot like despair.

"Damn it Ken! Why are you doing this to yourself, to me?!" Aya yelled and yanked the slave's numb body into his arms. His voice wasn't hard and cold anymore, it was just desperate, scared. Ken swallowed and hid his face against the redhead's soft shirt. "Am I really that awful Ken? Do you really hate me so much that you would kill yourself just to get away from me?"

The brunette's thoughts raced. That wasn't it at all; he hadn't meant to upset Aya like that. Gentle fingers wrapped a towel over the cut and carefully pressed down. Ken hissed when the pain returned and buried his face deeper into the fabric of his owner's clothes. All of the sudden dying didn't seem very appealing anymore. He didn't want to leave Aya and he most certainly didn't want the redhead to be upset about what he was doing.

"I'm sorry." Aya let out a snort and sat the brunette down on the toilet.

"Sorry for what Ken? For trying to kill yourself?" Ken shook his head and refused to look up. "You're not sorry for trying to take your own life?!" He shook his head again.

"I'm… I'm sorry for… for up… upsetting you," the slave stammered with hesitation. God he was seriously digging his own grave here.

"What?! Damn! You need a doctor!" Aya stomped out of the bathroom cursing all the way.

//

He slammed the phone down and tossed a book across the room in shear frustration. Ken had been bleeding badly and he was sorry for upsetting him? Ran gritted his teeth and pushed away the fear that rocked his body until he wanted to break down and cry.

Doctor Ono was in the bedroom doing her best to patch up the slave and the redhead was again at a loss, or perhaps it was still. He sighed and ran a hand through his crimson hair.

"Fujimiya-san?"

"Aa."

"He's asleep now," the little woman said and sat down on the couch. "He'll be fine, physically that is. His mind I'm not so sure about."

"It doesn't matter, there's nothing I can do." Ran winced at his own words that had slipped out unasked. Did he really believe that?

"Oh." Ono frowned at him and sighed. "I know this is hard but…"

"There's nothing more I can do and I'm too tired to continue," the redhead confessed with a heart that was breaking into a million pieces. "Whatever I do it's not going to help him and I won't do it anymore. When can I send him on his way?" The petit woman's eyes grew hard and frosty.

"Well… He needs rest and he can't use his arm for a while but other than that…"

"Good. I've arranged for someone to pick him up in a few hours." With those words Ran left the living room and headed to the kitchen. "Please let this be the right thing to do," he begged and hid his face in his hands. "Just let him be okay."

This was his last resort, the only thing he could think of that might save the slave that he loved so much and he just hoped that Ken would be all right now. And he hoped that he could live with his decision because right now it hurt like a bitch and threatened to tear him apart.

//

Ken looked around the unfamiliar room and fought the tears. He had been punished more times than he could remember but he didn't think anything had ever hurt this much. Aya hadn't hit him, hadn't touched him and still the redhead had managed to crush his heart. His owner had sent him away, had given up on him.

Four hours after his wound had been taken care off Yoji had arrived and taken him with him. Aya had said nothing, hadn't even come near him. Now he… Ken let out a sob and closed his brown eyes. Now he no longer belonged to the red haired man he had fallen in love with.

He had been sold. The tag on his collar no longer claimed that he belonged to Fujimiya; it said Kudou. Sure Yoji would treat him well but that didn't seem to matter. For all he knew Aya had sold him to his cousin simply because it was the quickest way to get rid of him. Carefully he shifted to lie on his side and stared at the white bandage that covered the cut. He had made yet another mistake, his worst ever.

"Ken-kun?" The brown haired slave didn't answer, didn't even show any sign that he had heard Omi. "You have to eat something." Ken's eyes remained close and his body didn't move.

What did it matter if he ate or not? Eating would make things all right. Omi sighed and left him alone again. It would have been better if Kase had killed him like he was supposed to. Ken swallowed back a sob and curled up into a ball as much as his damaged ribs allowed him to.

//

"We have a problem, a big one," a rough voice growled.

"What is it now?!" the woman he was talking to muttered with annoyance without looking up from the folder she was reading from.

"Cops," was the only answer. That finally drew her eyes from the papers.

"Cops?" she asked harshly and glared at him.

"They've linked the deaths to Him through the slave." The woman banged her fist into the desk and rose.

"Fuck! What about us?"

"As far as we can tell they have done what we pay them for. We're not mentioned," the man answered and cautiously watched her from the corner of his eyes as she paced the office.

"This is just great! I told Him but did He listen? Oh no, He never listens to me!"

"What do we do? The cops are heading over to His place so if we're going to do something it'll have to be now." She stopped her pacing and set her cold eyes on the man who squirmed slightly. A cruel smile suddenly appeared on her beautiful face.

"They want Him, ne?" She was given a nod. "Well then let them have Him. He's just one man and I doubt He'd have stayed much longer. We simply need to cut our losses and erase all traces," the woman shrugged and tapped her long nails on her arm. "One dog more or less." The man nodded and hurried out of the room. "Sayonara, Abyssinian," she smirked, ran a hand through her red hair and sank back down into her chair.

//

Ran hated his apartment, hated the silence, hated the white walls, hated that Ken wasn't there anymore. He wanted to call his cousin to ask about the slave but he wouldn't, couldn't do that. The less he had to do with Ken the better. He had let the brunette go for a reason and if he so much as spoke that name out loud he'd crumble and succumb to the longing.

Yoji would take good care of the slave and so would Omi. But even though the redhead knew that a part of his mind still argued that he had acted without thinking. Maybe he had given up too soon? Maybe Ken would have been all right if he had just explained that he loved the scarred slave? Maybe Fujimiya Ran was nothing but a big coward?

He sighed sadly and stared at the spot on the floor where he had first seen Ken. The brunette had been sitting there on his knees, covered with bruises, cuts and burns, naked. Ran swallowed and rubbed his forehead to fight the headache that throbbed there.

To his annoyance the doorbell interrupted his mulling. Growling he went to the door and opened it without checking who it was. Outside his door stood three men in suits and behind them several police officers.

"Are you Fujimiya Ran?" the oldest of the suits asked coldly.

"Aa."

"We have a warrant for your arrest." Before Ran could object he was pushed against the wall and his hands were linked together by a pair of handcuffs behind his back. "Fujimiya Ran you are under arrest for murder, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…" The redhead's head spun. What the hell was this? Had someone managed to link him with Kritiker? A hard poke in his back snapped him out of his frantic thoughts. "Do you understand these rights?!" All he could do was nod numbly and then they dragged him out the door and down the corridor.

~TBC~

I know that Ran was pretty um mean and stuff when he found Ken but he was right. It was selfish of Ken to try to take his own life even if he doesn't know just why Ran was so upset.

So, Ken has been sold and now belongs to Yoji and poor Ran is arrested for murder but the murder of who? Nice of Kritiker to just hand him over like that wasn't it. /snorts/ Never did like them!

Oh and ain't everyone proud at how fast I got this chapter out huh, huh, HUH? I know I am /phew/ My muse hates me now but at least I got another part out!! Ja/Atsureki