Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs ❯ Wanderlust ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own them. I wish I did, but I don't. *sniffle* And I'm too poor to buy them. Maybe I can download the rights somewhere... But until then, I'm stealing them and putting them in my own little world. Deal with it.

Warnings/Notes: AU. Vampires. Blood. Death eventually, prolly (not in this chapter). Yaoi! Fun sexy LEMON! Wooo!! HOT MEN GETTIN' IT ON! YEAH! Italics indicate thought, whereas {italics} indicate telepathic speech

Oh, and thank you Na-chan for being my wonderful beta for this fic. Perhaps now I'll stop misspelling things. Heheh ^.^

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Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs

Ch. 2 - Wanderlust

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Yohji walked next to his redheaded master, clad in a black cotton crop top, black vinyl pants, and a pair of black boots, a long black trench coat with white lines running up the arms and buckles at the biceps wrapped around himself. His mind was wandering slightly as his green eyes took in the nighttime atmosphere of the German town he now lived in. It wasn't too late, so there were still many stores and restaurants opened. Which was good, because the blond was famished, and perhaps he could persuade Schuldich to buy him a new outfit.

{Don't count on it kitten. You have enough clothing.} The mental voice broke through.

Yohji stuck his tongue out. {You're no fun.}

When there was no reply other than a small quirk of the German's lips, Yohji let his mind wander back to where it was heading. The night in Japan when he had first met the vampire.

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He was probably sixteen or so, and living on the streets. And granted, while it was cold during the winter and he didn't eat much, it still beat living with his father. He'd rather starve and/or freeze to death than go back home to him. Back to the beatings and the verbal abuse. They were violent beatings. Rarely was he able to walk away from them, usually winding up with either broken, sprained, or dislocated limbs. So, the moment he had healed up enough, he'd run away.

That was when he was fourteen.

So he'd been living on the streets for about two years when the beautiful German stranger found him. All Yohji had been planning on when he saw him was a quick fuck and some cash for a room for the night. Or if worse came to worse, killing him and taking his money and credit cards. Other than the clothes on his back, his only other possession was a small wrist watch containing probably miles of strong wire. He only used it for self-defense, or on occasion killing for money when he was really hard up.

However, Schuldich had taken one look at the greasy haired teen and sneered, tossing him a measly one hundred yen. The cruel stranger stood there, watching as Yohji blushed with shame and quickly picked the money from the ground. Every little bit helped back then, so he stuffed the money into the pocket of his torn, worn jeans, then turned and ran off down an alley. He didn't know why it had bothered him so much, maybe it was his pride, or maybe it was the smirk on the redhead's face when he bent to pick up the money. Either way, he wanted to cry. Instead, he curled up by a dumpster and fell asleep.

When Yohji woke up, he was startled to find himself not in the alley, but in a plush hotel room. His head jerked from side to side, trying to figure out who had brought him here, where they were, how they had gotten him here without waking him up, and how long it would take to kill them if need be. Although his body was screaming at him to stay put, that this was probably to softest bed he would ever encounter again, and the blue silk pajamas weren't bad either.

"Don't be stupid, kitten." A voice came from the other room. Yohji was immediately on his feet and went for his wire, only to find his watch was gone. Now escape was the only thing he could think of. He went towards the window, but before he got there he heard that voice again.

"We're twenty stories up, kitten. Don't waste your energy." The voice was moving towards him and sheer terror clutched at the blond's chest. He was trapped and seriously thinking of just leaping out of the window.

"Now don't do that. Then all of this hard work would be for nothing." The owner of the voice stepped into the room, holding before him a tray piled with more food that the teen had probably eaten in the past six months combined. It was the same flame-haired man from before and Yohji instantly recoiled.

However, a protesting stomach finally forced Yohji towards the man, and more importantly, the food. It had been a few weeks since he'd had a decent meal that consisted of more than what he could find in someone's garbage.

The man set the tray of food on the bed, then stepped back a few steps, as if he were feeding a wild animal. And he might as well have been with the way Yohji ripped into the food, cramming everything into his face with his hands, using utensils only when necessary, as if he was expecting someone to come take it from him at any moment. The man just stood there, an amused smile on his face.

"It's already dead, kitten. It's not going to run away."

Yohji blinked at the man, then looked down at the mess he'd made. "Oh.. I.. uhm.. sorry." The blond mentally kicked himself for being such a pig, blushing slightly from embarrassment.

The man just sniffed, flicking a bit of rice from his jacket. "Go take a shower. I'll have more brought up." He said, and with that, turned and left the room, locking the door behind him.

"Fuck." Yohji scowled, punching a pillow. He was trapped. But so far nothing had happened.

So far. All he could think about though, was what this foreign man wanted in exchange for his generosity. With a sigh, Yohji got up and made his way into the private bathroom. Yep. This place just screamed money. He quickly peeled off the soft pajamas, folded them carefully and placed them on the lid of the toilet. He turned to the bathtub and his jaw dropped. That was a bathtub? It looked more like a swimming pool. With a slight giggle he turned on the water and grabbed a bottle of complimentary shampoo, opening it to smell it. He shuddered slightly at the scent.

Mm.. strawberry.. He grinned, then crossed his eyes at a lock of grimy hair, suddenly very aware of how badly his hair needed to be washed; of how badly he needed to be washed. He continued poking around the bathroom, opening every bottle and package to smell it, everything smelling of strawberries and kiwis. And hopefully in a few minutes, he'd smell like that too.

After what seemed like forever, Yohji finally turned off the tap, looking at the hot water in anticipation. He made sure to get it as hot as he could. There was months of street grime to wash off of his skin.

Slowly, he sank into the water, moaning softly at the warmth. A warmth he hadn't be able to indulge in for a very, very long time. He sat there in the tub, just letting the hot water soothe his achy muscles and joints, letting the heat penetrate down to the bone before he began washing.

First was his hair. He used both bottles of shampoo and conditioner on it, not a single drop wasted. A soft giggle erupted from his throat as the smell enveloped his senses. He felt like he could happily curl up and die with this scent surrounding him.

Finally when he was satisfied with his hair he began on his body. He grabbed one of the soft, white washcloths and poured a generous amount of soap on it, working up a good lather before setting about scrubbing every inch of his skin nearly raw in a desperate attempt to get all of dirt and grime off. It took him about five washcloths, two little bottles of soap and three bars before he finally felt clean. Slowly he stood up and kicked up the drain stopper, grimacing at the nasty ring around the tub. He was dirtier than he thought.

After rinsing off the remaining soap and filth in the shower, Yohji stepped out onto the white bath mat, wrapping one large fluffy white towel around himself and used another to dry his hair. Then he grabbed the hairbrush sitting on the counter and began brushing the knots and mats out of his hair, continuing until his blond hair was shining gold. Feeling good about himself for the first time in a while, he smiled into the mirror, frowning slightly at the sight of his teeth. They were fairly yellow and felt kind of fuzzy, something he noticed now that the rest of him didn't feel the same way. He quickly grabbed the toothbrush sitting on the counter and the small tube of toothpaste and scrubbed at his teeth until they were white, using the entire contents of the tube.

Finally, after dumping all of the empty and filthy items into the garbage, it sank in just how dirty he was. With a shudder, Yohji quickly pulled the pajamas back on and wandered back into the bedroom, gasping in surprise at the red-haired man laying on his back on the bed, his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms tucked under his head.

"Oh good. You look presentable now."

Jade eyes narrowed to slits. "What do you want? Why are you doing this?"

"Would you rather go back out there? I'd gladly let you, Yohji."

Yohji's eyes widened. "How did you know my name?"

"I know a lot of things, kitten. You'd rather not find out how I know."

The teen grunted and glared again. "You didn't answer my question."

"Which one?"

Yohji fumed and buried his hands in his hair, a soft smile playing on his lips at the feel of his now feather soft hair. It was only there for a split second before he resumed glaring at the man. Did he answer everything so vaguely?

"What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?" the blond said slowly, making sure the German understood him.

The German sat up on his elbows and looked at Yohji. "Nothing specific. Just some companionship, maybe. You look like you could use some yourself." He tilted his head to the side, flame colored hair draping over his shoulder.

Yohji frowned, but before he could protest the man cut him off, as if reading his thoughts.

"Smart kitten." A sly grin crossed the man's face.

The blond cocked his hip out and crossed his arms. "Why do you call me that?"

"It fits." The German shrugged. "You question me too much. I don't like that."

"Tough shit." Yohji narrowed his eyes again and the man growled.

"Curiosity killed the cat, pet." Suddenly the man's watch beeped and he looked out the window, growling something in German. "I have to go. You stay here. I've told room service to bring you whatever you want. Just call the front desk. You're too thin as it is. Oh, and if you think about leaving..." The man whistled and in through the door came a boy maybe a few years older than Yohji, with white hair, and eye patch over one eye, and numerous scars. Yohji recoiled from the man, wrinkling his nose. ".. this is Farfarello. He's a psycho, but he's cute. I've told him to feel free to slice you up if you try to get out."

Yohji stared at the white-haired man, who was giggling and licking a very sharp knife. "Here kitty, kitty."

A whimper escaped from the blond's throat and the German smiled. "Don't worry. He's harmless. Unless you disobey me. So I wouldn't recommend it." The redhead got up from the bed. "Well. You two have fun. I'm off. Make sure he eats, Farf. But don't hurt him."

The one known as Farfarello nodded and the German patted him affectionately on the head, then left.

Farfarello stared at Yohji. "...you're pretty." He licked his knife, then slammed the door as he left, the lock distinctly clicking into place.

Yohji whimpered and curled up under the blanket, the warmth and softness dragging his weary body down into unconsciousness.

***

"He called you pretty?" Schuldich cocked his head at Yohji, who narrowed his eyes, then sighed, used to the mental invasions by now.

"Hai."

"Hn."

"What?"

Schuldich shrugged. "He never said I was pretty." He said with a mock hurt voice.

Yohji laughed a bit.

"Are you laughing at me, kitten?"

"No, of course not, Schudich-sama." Yohji smiled. "I think you're pretty."

The redhead smiled and planted a small kiss on Yohji's cheek. "What makes you think about back then?"

Yohji shrugged this time. "I just started thinking."

"Hn. Well, come on. You need to eat."

"You're always saying that."

"Well it's always true. Come on." Schuldich yawned and pulled Yohji into the restaurant.

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A/N: Wee! Another fun chapter! No smut though. Perhaps smut in the next chapter or two.

Schuldich: Wow.. no smut.. and it's me and Yohji! And more importantly, it's me! You love me!

Ken: Woah.. she wrote something with no smut! Look!

Brad: *just stares*

Yohji: Amazing.. she managed to resist both of us Schu..

Schuldich: I know! It's amazing! Shocking!

Aya: Would you two shut up?

Yohji: You're just jealous you're not getting any.

Aya: *growls* Shi-ne.

... what? Is it really that amazing? I mean, I am capable of writing plot, you know!

Omi: Yeah, but.. with Yohji and Schu?

Nagi: You were going on an on about finally having a fun story where they get to screw each other's brains out.

Yeah.. well..

Schuldich: Feh! Whatever. I am not a uke. If there's screwing, I'll be the one screwing. Yohji can just scream like the little bitch he is.

Yohji: Bastard. Don't make me give her writer's block.

Schuldich: You do that and I'll just fuck you until you can't walk. *wicked grin* Either way, I win.

Yohji: .. Shi-ne.

Aya: Hey! That's my line!