Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ Between A Rock And A Hard Place ( Chapter 17 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Love On A Leash

By: Atsureki

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

Paring: Ran/Ken, Yoji/Omi

Warnings: AU, Yaoi. OCC, Angst, Slavery, Short Chapter.

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

And of course thanks to everybody else who reviews this fic. Every time I get stuck I read through them and I get small ideas and it usually gives my muse a kick in the ass and believe me THAT IS NEEDED!!! /glares at her/ Arigatou minna-san! /bows humbly/

Chapter 17. Between A Rock And A Hard Place

He didn't like guards, he didn't like jail, he didn't like being naked among other people, he didn't like being touched nor did he liked being stared at. The only thing Ran didn't like more than those things was being forced to get naked by guards in jail and have them fondle him all over while they stared at his pale body!

If that fat man didn't remove his sweaty hands from his back he'd lose them. He didn't give a shit if it was standard procedure to strip search him or not., he just wanted to be left alone! Fuming in anger and humiliation the redhead clenched his jaws together until he could swear he heard them crack.

How long was he suppose to stand there while unknown men touched him, stared at him and smirked? Ran scowled and felt how every carefully trained muscle in his body tensed. The guards seemed to like that and stared even harder. Sighing to himself the redhead forced himself to relax a little and waited.

"Hose him down!" a gruff voice barked and he was shoved into a room with tiles. Ran glared at the three men before him who smiled smugly and pulled out a hose, aiming it at his unprotected body. Well this is gonna hurt, the redhead sighed inwardly and tried to brace himself for what he knew would come.

It took a while and to his annoyance he realized that it was because they were still staring at him. Scowling he crossed his arms and glared. So he had a few scars and he was paler than most Japanese men but that was no reason for them to stare like that.

"Hey, I guess he is a genuine redhead after all," the shortest of the three men said with wide eyes, wide eyes that were fixated on Ran's groin. Ran gritted his teeth. If they thought he'd be embarrassed and cover himself up they had another thing coming.

"He's pretty, I'm sure he'll be popular around here," the old fat one who had searched him snickered. "Hoshi, hose him!"

The water hit him like a ton of bricks, causing him to stumble backwards until he hit the wall. It did hurt, a lot. Water got into his nose and mouth, choking him while he tried to protect his most sensitive parts from the harsh attack. Spitting and coughing Ran slid down on the floor and curled up the best he could.

"He's had enough, get him a towel."

//

Ran might have killed a lot of people and he had been working on the wrong side of the law for years but this was the first time he had ever been in jail. It was almost funny how he was being locked up and charged for a murder he hadn't committed, or at least he didn't think so. He had called for a lawyer and hadn't said a word to anyone else.

"Your law wrangler's here," a gruff voice said and the redhead sighed. Wasn't that just peachy? Ran rose from the hard bunk and offered his hands to the guard. The cuffs were cold and he didn't like the way they restricted his movements, but what could he do about it? Obediently he followed the large man and was told to sit in a tiny room that was hot and stuffy. He squirmed on the uncomfortable chair and waited.

"Fujimiya-san."

"Nakamura-san," Ran said quietly and politely bowed to his lawyer. The black haired man watched him for a few moments before he took a seat.

"They're charging you with the murder of Takatori Reiji," Nakamura said calmly without looking up from his papers. Amethyst eyes stared in shock.

"I… They what?!" Nakamura shrugged, seeming bored by the whole thing. Ran closed his eyes and massaged his temples. This was just fan-fucking-tastic! He was being accused of having murdered the man who he hated more than anyone else ever could and the thing that made him want to laugh his off ass was that he was completely innocent.

"I take it you didn't do it?" The redhead raised an eyebrow and almost snickered.

"It pains me to say this but no I didn't. Believe me nothing would have thrilled me more than to cut that bastard into tiny little pieces and piss on them, but I haven't been anywhere near Takatori!" Nakamura smirked at him since he knew exactly how Ran felt about the shady businessman.

"I already knew that actually. They all know you didn't kill him."

"Then why the hell am I here?!" Ran spat out and shot to his feet. The guard present took a step forward, warning the redhead not to get out of line.

"If you had a dog and that dog bit someone and that someone died, who would get punished for it?"

"What does this have to do with anything?" the redhead asked with annoyance.

"Just answer," Nakamura said before he sat down.

"The owner of course."

"Aa and that's what this is about Fujimiya-san. The one who killed Takatori was a slave, a slave named Ken, your slave."

"Ken? Are you kidding me? Ken wouldn't hurt a fly and he's way too scared of being punished to even think along those lines!" Ran said with anger and banged his fist against the table.

"They have a witness and as you know no one would believe what your slave says about it. You're caught between a rock and a hard place here Fujimiya-san. If you fight these charges you risk having your life exposed and we both know that that would NOT be a good idea. If you cut a deal you know just as I do what the result will be. How long do you think you'd survive as a slave Fujimiya-san? And then there's the witness... I hate to say this but no matter what tricks I pull out of my sleeve we're not gonna win this one."

"Who the hell is this witness then?" Ran growled through clenched teeth.

//

Yoji sadly observed the still form on the bed. Ken didn't speak, didn't eat, didn't do anything except lie there. The blonde couldn't help but feel guilty. If he had been able to find the slave this wouldn't have happened. It was his fault that Ken was nothing more than a shell and that his cousin once again had shut himself away from the world.

Aya had started to show feelings again and now that was all gone, but Yoji wasn't stupid. He had seen the pain in his cousin's eyes, heard it in his deep voice. This was killing Aya inside, tearing away at his heart and still he understood why the redhead had done it.

Hell, he would have done anything if Ken had been Omi. Only, he wasn't so sure this would actually help the brunette; right now it seemed to have made it so much worse. Ken had been there for 8 days and he hadn't left his room once. Omi had tried to talk to him but it was a dead end.

"Yotan?" He turned around and met his lover's blue eyes.

"What's wrong Omi?" The small blonde bit his lip and glanced at the slave on the bed.

"Could I talk to you for a moment, alone? It's about Aya-kun." Yoji nodded and followed Omi into the living room. "I just got a call from your father."

"My father?" Aya and Yoji's father had never gotten along very well so the blonde was a bit shocked to hear that.

"He said that… they've… arrested Aya-kun for murder." Yoji's jaw went slack as he stared at his lover.

"What?! Aya killed someone?"

"Iie. It's… Ken-kun did," Omi almost whispered.

"Ken? The same Ken who's so scared of people that he freaks if you so much as sneezes without warning him first?" the lanky blonde asked incredulously.

"Hai and it gets better. They man Ken is supposed to have killed is none other than Takatori Reiji." Yoji sank down on the couch and pulled out his cigarettes. They had got to be kidding!

"I need a drink Omi," he croaked out as he lit his smoke. "A stiff one!" His lover nodded and went over to the bar. "This is seriously fucked up right here Omi! Ken couldn't even kill a fly!"

"There's more I'm afraid," Omi mumbled as he put down a glass of whiskey on the table. "They have a witness and…" Yoji took a large gulp from the amber colored liquid, hissing when it burned its way down his throat.

"And?" he asked even though he really, really, didn't want to know.

"The witness is Kase, Ken's former owner." Yoji slammed the glass down and shot to his feet.

"Fuck! I… I thought Aya said Kase was dead?" Omi placed a hand on his arm and sighed.

"He almost was. It was touch and go for a while. Someone did a good number on him but unfortunately he survived. He's not gonna let this go Yotan and there's is nothing we can do to help Aya-kun. It's his word against Kase's."

Yoji pulled his lover into his lap and cursed as he buried his face in Omi's neck. He was worried about Ken and now about his cousin as well. If some miracle didn't happen Aya would be sentenced to slavery and he would never survive that. His complicated cousin was seriously caught between a rock and a hard place and chances were that they would crush him.

Lost in thoughts neither one of the blondes noticed the brown eyes that stared at them nor when their owner left the living room as quietly as he had entered it a few minutes earlier. Eyes that had been submissive and scared for years showed a small fire, a small stubborn fire.

"I won't let you take him away from me again Kase!" a low hoarse voice hissed as determined brown orbs flashed in anger and hate.

~TBC~

Uh the part about why Ran is being accused for Takatori's death is how it is at least in Sweden. If one of my dogs kill someone I'd be held responsible and so on… Since there are no slaves I have to make it up of course but I figured that since they see slaves as dogs… Yeah…

ARGH and Kase the bastard isn't dead! All of you who wants to kill him the line starts behind me!

What's Ken gonna do about what happened to Aya/Ran and Kase? It seems like his temper is finally resurfacing, ne? /begs my muse not to abandon me again/ Ja/Atsureki