Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Restraint ❯ Unwilling ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Party A, (hereafter known as Pickles and DS) in know way, shape or form, owns or claims to own Party B, (hereafter known at Weiss Kreuz) and all claims of ownership are forfeit to Party C. (Hereafter known as Project Weiss, Kyoko Tsukiya and others.)

Warnings: Yaoi, Angst, Lime/Lemon, Language, Violence, Squick, Darkfic, Character Bastardization

Notes: Pickles - I love writing with DS!! ^^

DS - And I love you too Pi. Now, since we received such a nice response to the first part... Here's the second!! ^^;;;

Soundtrack: Schwarz - Die Prinzen, The Kids Aren't Alright - Offspring, Ava Adore - Smashing Pumpkins, When Worlds Collide - Powerman 5000

No Restraint

It was cold. Ken hung from chains attached to a bed frame, stripped of his clothes, and shivering in the remaining traces of the mental agony Schuldich had forced on him. His back barely brushed the ground, the strain on his wrists and ankles unimaginable, while the chains gouged his tender wrists, scarlet trails of dried blood winding down his forearms. It hurt... to think. Oh, he'd been teased about that loads before, but Schuldich had made it painful to think. And couldn't simply stop thinking, it was impossible. A human just didn't go without thinking. Every thought that passed through him made his head scream, made his eyes feel like bursting, made his body tremble. This was only the aftereffects of what Schuldich had done to him. It had been so much worse when he was actually... slamming the pain, whatever it was made of... into him, into his mind, again, and again, and again... or sending sinuous trails of it in, making it worse somehow because the pain was lessened...

The telepath had been dragged from the room as Ken was reaching his breaking point however, leaving him blessed peace, and damnable agony. How long before the next round would begin, Ken had no clue, but it would come. The pain would return, wouldn't leave until he revealed his supposed talent, or they killed him. The man hoped for the second option.

A knock on his door startled him out of his painful thoughts -- he had tried not to think, really had, but as soon as he tried not to think he was thinking about not thinking -- and very nearly made him laugh, what would have undoubtedly been a very painful experience. Who would bother knocking? They had all watched Schuldich do it to him. It had... amused them. Crawford had watched with a cold glint of merriment in his eyes, and Farfarello had laughed, bubbles of demented childlike joy coming out of his mouth in vocalized form. Schuldich had gone so far as to get off on mentally hurting Ken. He had actually unzipped his pants and jacked as he had done it. And the silent one had watched, face impassive, remaining voiceless, as Ken had been hurt. So who would care enough about his privacy to knock?

The child slipped into the room, dark hair shadowing his face. The silent one, the telekinetic, if Ken could remember through the pain. "Omae..." The word slipped from his hoarse throat, agitating it.

"Hai. Watashi wa, Naoe Nagi desu." The teen's head bowed, then dark cobalt eyes met Ken's. "Ano... Gomen nasai, Ken-kun. I know how it feels. If I didn't have to--" He shook his head. "I am sorry for the pain you must receive from me." Even as he was apologizing, he was eyeing Ken's chains, and the way they were cutting into his wrists and ankles. "But if I am to do this," he stated firmly, "I will not leave you agonized." Ken's back abruptly hit the floor, and he cried out from the pain, as the manacles holding his ankles to the bed frame were twisted from their places. He near screamed at the impact. It wasn't even close, thought, to what came next.

Needles, thousands of them, like tiny shards of glass dug into his skin, his body, invisible to himself, to anyone but the telekinetic creating them. Nagi caught his eyes and held them as the pain increased, pressure as if from clamps bearing down on the sensitive parts of his body. Ears, inner elbows and knees, nipples, groin. The flesh twisted, driving lances of agony into his brain, destroying his thoughts. "I'm sorry," Nagi whispered again, forcing the pain to worsen. He went from the finer techniques to out-and-out agony, simply using his telekinesis as a vice around the brunette's already pained body. He simply tightened his grip, tighter and tighter, until the screams were lessened to chokes, being forced through the invisible pressure. He hated this. He wished to everything he knew, and it wasn't much, that Ken hadn't had latent powers. Why did he matter so much? Crawford had said nothing in his visions... did he really matter so much in the scheme of things? What was the point of an illusion anyway? Eyes locked, both agonized, though for completely different reasons. One was pain, pure and physical, the other was indecision and reluctance. "I'm sorry..." The telekinetic grip began to loosen, allowing Ken to breathe, but a presence made itself known in Nagi's mind.

Crawford says to use your gift in other places kid. Don't do it and I get you to myself.

The teen froze, horror relaying through his gaze to Ken. "Gomen nasai... Ke- Hidaka-san." Steeling himself, Nagi gathered his power, focusing. Across the room, Ken stiffened, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back a scream, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth where he bit through his lip. He was being torn apart, back arching as he tried to evade the invisible pressure trying to violate him.

Nagi, unable to stand it, looked away as he stood there, forcing his power into Ken. He had never even imagined doing this, except perhaps to Schuldich. This one had done nothing to deserve it, to make him want to hurt him. Why should he have to hurt Ken? But he knew the consequences if he didn't... He became more violent with the use of his telekinesis, biting his lip against Ken's agonized scream, as he was torn, ripped from the inside. He knew, if he looked, the white one would be bleeding. Why? If he had a choice, any choice at all... "I wish I could just kill you," he told Ken, though he doubted the brunette heard it. "Save you from this."

Ken's eyes were tightly shut, tears leaking from his eyes and staining his cheeks with saline trails that glittered wetly in the faint light of the room. "Y-Yamete... Onegai... Yamete..." His body writhed as the force drove itself farther, agony following in it's wake. It burned, liquid flame spreading throughout his body like wild fire. "Yamete!!" But it didn't stop, his body shuddering as it fought to alleviate the pain, to relax and let what ever it was happen before beginning to heal itself. The psychic force withdrew and Ken collapsed bonelessly on the floor, panting and sobbing in relief, only to scream as it returned, driving into him deeply and tearing a scream from his torn throat.

Nagi's gaze was jerked to Ken, writhing in pain, doing anything he could do to escape the power that Nagi was generating -- and Nagi forced himself to hold back tears. He didn't have any say in this, it was just part of the job, he had to be neutral, he could do it. It didn't work as he was thrown into remembrances of his first meeting with Schuldich, and what it felt like to be violated so harshly. But there was a difference! he told himself. He didn't want to do this. Schuldich had enjoyed himself almost more than Nagi had ever seen him. Schuldich had been an asshole about the whole thing, sarcastic and acidic in attitude since meeting him. Nagi... had apologized. It meant something, didn't it? "Gomen," he said again, as another scream was ripped from Ken's throat.

The older brunette looked up sharply as Nagi's voice met his ears, agonized brown eyes going cold and emotionless. "Omae... Boku omae kirai!!" He snarled, before his eyes rolled back and he went limp.

"Enough Nagi." Crawford's voice cut through the echoes of the scream in Nagi's mind, forcing him to focus on the matters at hand. The older man seemed intrigued as he walked over to look at Ken's unconscious body, and the small pool of blood gathering below his thighs and back. "He's tougher than I thought. Your abilities will be needed again, Prodigy."

Nagi looked up at Crawford, schooling his face to be carefully cold and emotionless. "Hai," he said. His gaze returned to Ken. "I will hurt him again..."

Crawford said nothing. He merely nodded to Nagi at a job well done, and left the room. Glaring at the doorway, the Japanese crossed the room quietly, and leaned into Ken's face. "I know you don't believe me," he whispered. "But I do mean it. I'm sorry." He brushed the last of Ken's tears off his face before leaving the room. It was time for lunch -- though he didn't think he'd be very hungry.

"Well well, kleine katze feeling sorry for himself?"

Nagi turned sharply, glaring up at Schuldich. "Urusenai!" Raw power lashed out and flung the telepath against the wall, a coil wrapping about his throat and constricting. "Shut the hell up Schuldich! You don't know anything about my feelings!"

"Prodigy. Stand down." Glancing back over his shoulder, Nagi realized that Brad had a gun aimed at him, safety off and trigger riding the edge.

"Fine." With one last squeeze of the telepath's throat, he released Schuldich and walked away.

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Nagi slipped into the room again, this time carrying an assortment of things. He kept his stomach still at the scent of blood and sweat in this room. He hoped that Ken would manage to find some room to forgive him enough to accept what he brought. Otherwise...

"Wake up," Nagi said gently, shaking Ken's shoulder. "I know I'm not exactly your favorite person right now, Hidaka-san, but wake up."

Ken came to slowly, grunting with what Nagi felt he could safely assume was pain. When his eyes opened, he snarled and snapped at Nagi. "Omae!" he shouted. "What do you want now?"

Nagi held up a cup of soba noodles. "To feed you..."

Ken eyed him warily, before taking the noodles, and picking up a set of chopsticks from the tray. "I assume you're going to hurt me again after you've fed me?"

"Iie. It's not my turn anymore... I'm sorry for that, Hidaka-san."

Nagi leaned in a little, in a confiding manner. "Actually, strictly speaking, I'm not supposed to feed you. But... I figured..." He shrugged. "I brought you some other things too."

The older man arched a brow, glancing at the tray. "Bandages, water, and antiseptic I see the use of. But what's the rest for?"

"Well," Nagi started, "I figured you might like to clean up a little, since, you know, we've had you for two days and you haven't... had a chance to bathe, so I brought you soap and some water. And then..." He held up a bucket. "You haven't exactly had a bathroom break."

"Not even allowed to go to the bathroom with pride.." Ken grumbled, then glanced at Nagi again. "Thanks. Now get out of my sight. I meant what I said before I passed out."

Nagi rolled his eyes, and shook his head. "You won't mean it for long," he promised. "I did what I did because... I had to. They do to me what they do to you if I refuse. Schuldich is just a fucking sadist. You'll never get an apology from him." Then Nagi sighed, and ran a hand through his chocolate hair. "And... I can't leave all this stuff in here. They'll know I've been in here, and then I'll get punished anyway. I can't leave until you're done with it all."

"Then at least give me fifteen minutes of privacy and stand in the hall." Ken snapped.

"Fine. Fifteen minutes." The teen turned, walking out into the hall and closing the door behind him, only walking straight into Crawford. He blanched, and tried to shy away, but the older man grabbed his arm, stopping him. "I saw you doing this," he informed Nagi calmly. "You may recall that I told Schuldich he could punish you the very next time you stepped out of line?"

Nagi's eyes widened and his struggles to be free increased, even though he knew it was useless. "Yes... But if I didn't do what I did, he'd die. Is that still reason enough for punishment Crawford, since you're so worried about keeping him alive?"

Crawford's amber eyes narrowed. "Perhaps not. But that flippant attitude of yours needs to go. You think your new friend-" he jerked his head toward Ken's door -- "would like watching?" And then he called for Schuldich.