Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession Confession ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Obsession Confession

By: Anna Hibiki

Rating: R/NC-17 (it's going up).

Disclaimers: Weiss is not mine! Koyasu-sama and other people with much more money than me owns it.

Warnings: Shonen-ai/Yaoi, angst.

Notes: Anything written in Italic are thoughts.

This fic can be read in mediaminer.org, adultfanfiction.net and ff.net.

Now to thank the reviewers!! ^^

Lady Sesshomaru: Glad you liked it! ^_^ Your questions receive an answer in this chapter.

AolaniDathomir: Sorry for the wait! T_T You'll see that in this chapter. About Ken and Youji… I don't know what's gonna happen myself, so can't really give you any clues…

Fata Morgana: Bishies are really distracting… ^___^ *disappears with Legolas* You'll have to wait a little to see what Crawford will do, but there is a little of it in this chapter ^^ Thanks for reviewing! *goes to read again the last Borderline chapter*

ReiEien: I'm glad you liked it! ^^ Can't answer your question about Brad… It's funnier to wait and see what happens ne?

ChibiHarika: Hnn… Ran OOC? Yeah, maybe. Guess it depends a little on the way each one sees the guy, though I think he's not too OOC… One can never know what happens until the end… but anyway I'm glad you like it! ^^

Chapter 10

Carefully, Aya lead his teammates into the building they were supposed to break in.

He only found two guards, who he took care of easily. It had been a little too easy, which meant that there was something big waiting for them inside, because such a powerful mafia wouldn't put TWO guards at their most important cover building.

Aya gave his teammates a quick look, confirming that they were ready to really start with their mission.

Omi nodded quietly. "Balinese, Abyssinian. I'll make sure that I get all the needed info and will interfere with the security system while you go to the upper floors. You know what you have to do. Fifty minutes. Be careful."

Youji flashed Omi a smirk before he turned away, while Aya didn't even bother to look back. He had other things in mind, much more important than his teammate's "see you later" stuff.

Abyssinian ran through a long corridor, followed by Youji until they reached the end of it and parted, each one for a different floor.

Once he was alone, Aya stopped. It was time to do things calmly.

Well-trained amethyst eyes searched around for any camera that could be working, and as soon as he took care of them he continued silently, opening door after door and inspecting each office exhaustively.

But to no avail, because every room had been empty except one where he found a dead man, who had more than probably been killed by Schwarz's Berserk if the state of the corpse wasn't fooling Aya's eyes.

Quietly, the assassin read the documents he found onto the dead man's desk. After making sure there was nothing important, Aya disconnected the laptop that continued working after it's supposed owner's death, and tied it securely around his body, under the thick leather coat he always wore for missions. Omi would want to examine the thing later.

That floor was clean, so it was time to go upstairs and see what he found there. "Floor?" he asked Youji by the com.

Balinese answered with a distant "three", which was just enough to indicate Aya that he had to go to the fourth floor.

As soon as he arrived to the fourth floor, a weird feeling invaded Aya. It was… like a warning that he should leave before anything horrible happened.

If was fear.

But what was he afraid of? Guards didn't scare him, Schwarz didn't either… Was he scared of himself?

It was so pathetic and made so little sense at the same time that the redhead felt like screaming. But he was at a fucking mission and the last thing he'd do would be scream or distract himself any further from what he was doing.

Aya had to get all what had happened lately out of his mind or he would go crazier than he already was before he could stop it.

A scream ripped through the building. "What the-" Aya ran towards the source of the scream, a nearby office.

Seeing that twisting the doorknob wouldn't get him anywhere, Aya kicked the door with all his strength, and the door flew open.

"Welcome, we were waiting for you, Ran." Crawford smirked cruelly at the Weiss assassin.

Aya blinked. We? That meant they weren't alone.

From behind the desk, Farfello kneeled up and strained his neck to look at Aya.

His face and hair were splattered with blood, and a trail of it dripped down his mouth and chin, falling down his neck and getting lost into the psychopath white attire. "Mmm…" the Irishman licked his lips. "More blood… I'm so hungry…"

Brad never took his eyes from Aya's. "You can have as much as you want when I finish with him." He said pointing to his enemy's stomach with a gun.

Aya gulped. Was Crawford really going to shot him? Would everything end there? Like that? "Are you going to…"

The American chuckled. "Aha… say goodbye kitty."

Aya was about to say something, but a shot cut his words. There was a short moment of shock and absolute silence before the redhead fell to his knees, giving Brad an empty smirk before his eyes closed and his head bent down.

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Youji cursed everything. Cursed the mafia for this mission, cursed Omi, cursed Aya for what happened to Ken and for existing in general, cursed Ken for being stupid, cursed Schwarz for being bastards, cursed Kritiker and cursed himself for being alive.

It was okay since there was nothing more interesting to do where he was. There was nobody there, that for sure.

And if at the end he didn't find anything else there, Youji would be glad. Glad to go home or even go find the oblivion he needed so much if he had any energy for it.

The playboy felt like shit. The guilt he felt for knowing that all what had been happening lately to Weiss was his fault added a lot to it.

It obviously hadn't been Youji's fault, but he didn't know it, didn't want to admit it.

All what mattered was that his team was divided and that his best friend was dead, or worse, being tortured by Schwarz, and that he had done nothing to remedy it.

Everything and everybody around him shattered to pieces while he did nothing but have fun, get high and fuck random men and women. Day after day, night after night… But Youji didn't regret it. It was his way to forget and he didn't plan on changing it just yet.

The blonde headed for the stairs to go to an upper floor, but he stopped when his ears caught the sound of what looked like someone moving.

Youji turned around and caught a glimpse of red hair. "Schwarz!" he hissed and ran towards there. He didn't bother to be careful and silent as he would have been in a normal mission. This was personal.

The damn redhead sure was fast! Youji heard a door opening somewhere nearby and he continued running until he found the only open door.

"I know you are here Schwarz…" the blonde hissed. "Can smell you…"

The room was dark, but it was obvious that the German telepath wasn't there.

"Where the fuck is that bastard…" Emerald eyes looked around, trying to find a clue in the darkness. They stopped at an open window. "The fire exit!"

Youji ran towards the window, but he hadn't reached the middle of the office when his feet tripped with something and hr fell forward.

Balinese cursed for the nth time that day and tried to get up, but one of his feet was trapped between… legs?

Youji turned around and when he took a closer look he couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing.

"Ken…" He quickly kneeled next to his friend. "Hey! You okay? Look at me." Gloved hands patted the sleeping face. Sedated, came the quick deduction when his efforts proved to be in vain.

Youji made quick use of his com. "Bombay? I'm getting out for a moment. Found Ken."

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Crawford hadn't lowered his gun down yet when Farfello got up and was ready to cut Abyssinian into little pieces.

But a sound made both Schwarz assassins stop.

"Not today." Leather clad arms were lifted into the air in a cross for a few seconds, and slowly, Aya looked up at Oracle. His eyes were defiant, daring the American to shot again, and something akin to a smirk tugged slightly at his thin lips.

The precog looked more amused than surprised with the situation. "How many lives do you have?"

Aya opened his coat and pointed to the bulletproof vest he was wearing underneath. He lifted an eyebrow, curious but afraid of what was going to happen next.

Farfello frowned. "The kitten is not stupid." He stated. "Pets like him are interesting."

"Very interesting. But I'm afraid you won't get to know how... interesting this kitty can be."

As he got to his feet and took his katana from where it had fallen on the floor, Aya prepared himself mentally to attack.

Brad was not only faster, but also knew what the younger assassin was going to do before he actually did it so it wasn't hard to avoid being touched by the weapon the swordsman was so skilled at using.

Suddenly, the American's hand shot forwards, hitting Aya's forehead.

The redhead froze the moment the older man's skin came into contact with his. He didn't even blink, just stared at his enemy's hand and arm with wide eyes.

"We have to leave now. Farfello took care of your target. Oh, and Schuldig left a present for you downstairs, but I see that Balinese already found it." Crawford turned away and headed for the door to leave the office. "I'll be waiting for you Ran." He said with a last enigmatic smirk before they left.

Aya blinked stupidly. It made no sense. This absurd behaviour… What was he doing there instead of going after his enemies and killing them? It was time to start using his head.

The redhead tried to follow the Schwarz assassins but they weren't there anymore.

How they did it, Aya didn't know, but if something was obvious was that they weren't there anymore.

After a brief exchange of words through the com with Omi, Aya headed for the place they accorded they would meet at.

Only Omi was there. Youji was waiting for them in his car.

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Once they were back home, Youji made sure that the still sleeping Ken was okay and in his bed before going to take a bath.

Omi and Aya were at Ken's bedroom.

Omi was trying to hack into the computer Aya had borrowed from the building, while the redhead examined their sleeping teammate.

The brunette seemed to be okay. Exhausted and pale but more or less healthy. Aya suspected the white tee shirt and black sweat pants Ken wore belonged to Schwarz. Other than that everything looked in place.

"When he wakes up we're giving those clothes to Kritiker."

"Did you say something Aya-kun?" Omi looked up distractedly.

The redhead pointed to Ken. "We have to give Kritiker those clothes."

The blonde's eyes lit up in acknowledgement. "Yeah, we've never been able to provide them with fingerprints or- I hope they don't find much more…" The boy shuddered. "They should also examine Ken-kun and see if he's really okay."

Aya nodded, agreeing completely with Omi.

He was about to leave his younger teammates alone when something caught his eye. It had been there all the time but he hadn't paid it any attention thinking they were just a few cuts.

But there was something written in Ken's forearm.

It had been carved with a knife or something similar.

Aya felt sick when he recognized the name of the hotel he'd been with Crawford. There was also a date and an hour. After that, in bigger letters was written "You are mine" in English.

"Oh fuck." He was going to have to talk to Ken when the ex-soccer player woke up.

"What's wrong Aya-kun?"

The redhead shock his head. "Nothing Omi. Tell me if Hidaka wakes up."

"I will. Goodnight Aya-kun."

"Goodnight Omi."

Tsu zu ku…

Looks like it's taken me forever to finish this chapter, ne? It's one of the shortest I've written for this fic but I think it was kinda interesting. I wanted it to be much longer, but I don't have the time to write a long chapter right now, in fact, this is going to be my last update on a fic until the second week of june, when everything will go back to normal and I'll be able to write at a normal rate.

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