Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs ❯ Lessons Learned ( Chapter 3 )

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 (Not in this chapter). Yaoi/shounen-ai. Uhm.. I said smut, but you get .. uhm.. something else. Italics indicate thought, whereas {italics} indicate telepathic speech.

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Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs

Ch. 3 - Lessons Learned

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Yohji sighed and poked at his potato dumplings. The past for some reason just wouldn't leave him alone tonight. Usually he'd be hitting on the waitresses and scarfing down his food, especially with Schuldich having fed from him earlier. But tonight the women all looked the same and the food might as well be cardboard. He just couldn't make himself care. Too many memories were being dredged up, and part of him wondered if it was the redhead's doing.

"Why would I do that?" Schuldich cocked his head.

"The same reason you do anything. Because you want to." Yohji grunted, almost immediately regretting his words as emerald eyes narrowed, glaring harshly at him.

{Watch your tongue, kitten. I think you're starting to get spoiled.}

"Gomen, Schuldich-sama." Yohji looked down at his plate, cutting off a bit of roast beef. "It's just the memories.."

Schuldich just sat back in the booth, resting his arms behind his head and watching the blond. {Do you want me to...}

{No! I mean.. I'm fine. It's fine. I'll behave.}

The German cocked an eyebrow, then nodded slightly. "See that you do."

Yohji didn't hear the words, he had already drifted back to his thoughts.

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He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but the downy comforter and the silk pajamas made him aware that he hadn't been dreaming. That, in fact, this was all actually happening. With a groan the blond's head appeared from under the blanket, his jaw dropping at the sight before him. Silver carts upon silver carts, all containing heaping piles of food, more than he'd ever seen in his lifetime. His mouth was watering at the sight, despite his brain's protesting that they needed to escape, the volume kicking up a notch as the door opened.

"Oh goody, you're awake." One golden eye glittered at Yohji. "I didn't know what you wanted, so I ordered everything and we can throw away the rest. Wasting food hurts God." The man, Farfarello giggled.

Yohji cocked an eyebrow, and in the blink of an eye had bolted out of the bed and past the white-haired Irishman, making a mad dash for the door. He flung open the door and darted out, only to smash into a chest before he could actually get out. A slim, yet muscular chest wearing a double-breasted blazer. The blond swallowed and looked up, fearful jade eyes colliding with angry emerald.

"Is this what I get for feeding and bathing you? You try to run away? Mien Gott." He shook his head, flame colored hair dancing about his face. "Fine. Apparently kitten has to learn the hard way." A pale hand twisted painfully into the blond's hair, dragging him back to the bedroom. "Farf, take the food away."

The white haired man quickly obliged, removing every silver cart from the room and pushing them out into the hall. Schuldich growled at the boy in his grasp. "You need me, kitten. I know you do. You just haven't figured it out yet." He snapped his fingers and Farfarello returned with two pairs of shackles and four locks. Schuldich led his unwilling captive to the foot of the bed, then proceeded the chain the blond's arms behind his back, and his legs to the leg of the bed.

"Let go of me!" Yohji screamed, thrashing about, snapping his teeth at anything that got close enough.

Finally Schuldich got the last lock locked and he stood, taking a step back from the seething boy on the ground, blond hair shielded green eyes that promised death and dismemberment the second he escaped.

{I would truly like to see you try, kitten.} The German smirked, then left the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

Yohji wasn't sure how long he was locked in there. Maybe a week. Maybe longer. But when the redhead finally came back, the blond reeked of urine and feces. His lips and throat were bone dry, his stomach was clenching and twisting painfully, and he barely had the energy to open his eyes, let alone move from his fetal position. The Irishman hadn't even brought him so much as a glass of water while he'd been there.

"So, has my kitten calmed down yet?"

A soft gurgling-moaning sound was all that came from the blond.

"What was that?"

Yohji managed a light keening whimper as he slowly nodded.

"Good. Now is there anything you'd like?"

"Waaa.. rrrg..." was all Yohji could manage, but thankfully the German understood. The next thing he knew he was being shifted into some semblance of an upright position, and a glass of cold water was being held to his lips. The glass tilted and the blessedly cold fluid poured into his dry mouth and down his parched throat. He drained the glass as quick as he could, feeling much of the water trickle down his chin.

As soon as he finished the first glass, another was placed to his lips, and vanished as fast as the first. And another glass came as quickly as the second. This continued until Yohji finally turned his head away, unable to drink anymore. A few moments later he felt the shackles being removed and his body being lifted and carried. The soiled pajamas were removed and he was set down in warm water. One arm was around the blond to keep his head above the water as a washcloth was swiped over his skin. The familiar scent of strawberries and kiwis enveloped the teen, calming and relaxing him a little.

It took a while for Yohji to notice that the man was whispering something in what he could only assume was German. He had no idea what he was saying, but it sounded nice and soothing. A light coo even escaped his lips as he felt long, strong fingers begin washing his hair.

"You like that, kitten?"

Yohji nodded slowly. The man didn't say anything else except for his German whispers as he continued washing the neglected blond hair, eventually rinsing out all of the suds. The water was drained and the tap turned back on. Soon clean, warm water was being poured over the teen's body, cleaning off any remaining soap and filth. The water shut off and a towel was wrapped around him as he was lifted and carried out, then set delicately on the bed.

"Now, do you think you can behave yourself?"

The blond didn't respond as he was already falling asleep, the softness of the bed a sharp contrast to the floor where he'd been stuck for the past many, many days. However a sharp slap to the face woke him up fairly quick.

"Answer me, Yohji." The redhead growled.

Yohji yelped and flinched away. "H-hai, hai!"

The German smiled and ran his hand through Yohji's hair. "Good. But just as a precaution.." the voice tapered off and Yohji felt the shackles being placed around his ankles again. With a panicked cry he forced himself up, trying to struggle away.

"Shh. You're not being shackled to anything this time." The man said gently. "Just calm down, I doubt you could get far in your condition anyway. Farfarello will bring some food and clothing when you wake up. You know you're very lucky you ran into me. Otherwise you would be ribbons right now." Soft lips pressed a kiss into the blond's forehead, then withdrew. Yohji just barely heard the door click shut as he drifted off.

It only took Farfarello a few days to nurse Yohji back into some form of health, meaning that the blond could form sentences without winding himself. In the following few weeks they'd spent the days talking or playing games until Yohji got tired, then the white-haired boy would usually crawl into bed with the blond and they would both sleep until the German came back in the evenings, if he came back at all. There were many nights when he simply didn't come.

"Where does he go during the day?" Yohji had asked one day.

Farfarello shrugged. "He goes where he wants."

"Oh. Well why isn't he ever here?"

Again, the Irish boy just shrugged. "Because he doesn't want to be. You ask a lot of questions. Schuldich doesn't like to be questioned."

"Schuldich?" Yohji blinked, suddenly realizing that he hadn't known the man's name.

"Hai. Schuldich. But don't call him that. He says it doesn't show enough respect calling him by his first name."

Yohji just nodded, then looked down at his cards. "You have any sixes?"

"Sixes hurt God." Farfarello giggled. Yohji sighed and drew another card.

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A/N: Yohji and Farfie playing Go Fish! WAI! How cute! *giggles* And did you see? I finally have a title I like! Yay me! Woot! I was going to write more, but this seemed like a good place to end the chapter. I promise either smut or angst in the next chapter. And it's looking like it will be a sweet FarfieXYohji bit! Yay!

Yohji: *screams in terror*

Farfie: *blinks*

Everyone else: *dies laughing*

Shut up all of you! I think it would be cute!

Yohji: *growls*

Ooh.. touchy muse. *offers Yohji a pack of Turkish Jade Camels and a six-pack of Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonade*

Yohji: .. Damn, you know my weakness. *takes the peace offerings and wanders off*