Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs ❯ Homecoming ( Chapter 5 )

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. Italics indicate thought, whereas {italics} indicate telepathic speech. Oh, this chapter is all memory. Remember people, this is all through Yohji's third person POV.

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Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs

Ch. 5 - Homecoming

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Yohji, Schuldich, and Farfarello were supposed to be leaving the following evening. Schuldich had told them that they were going back home, which Yohji could only assume meant Germany. Farfarello just sat there licking his knife, he was probably used to jumping from country to country. Yohji, however, begged the red head to let him go say good-bye to the few people he cared about.

"No." Schuldich narrowed his eyes at down at Yohji, who was sitting on the ground by the couch.

"Please? I know where they'll be. It will only take a few minutes."

"We don't have time, kitten." The German sighed and slouched further down in his overstuffed leather lounge chair.

"But they're worried about me! I know they are! The youngest one is ten, Schuldich-sama.." Yohji crawled over to the German, settling between his long legs. "Please?"

Schuldich didn't move, except to arch an eyebrow at the use of his name. The blond hadn't used his name before.

Yohji knew he had to do this right to avoid getting backhanded, or worse. He had to force himself to keep from yelling and screaming, or jumping up and bolting out the door. Why couldn't the German understand? It was just a handful of people, it would only take five minutes.

"Please?" The blond whimpered slightly and nuzzled Schuldich's leg, resting his face on his thigh. "I'm worried about them. The children are so young, and the one watching them now is younger than I am!" Tears began to well up in jade green eyes as Yohji looked up at Schuldich, pleading. "Please, I just want to be sure they're all right before we leave.. Master, please!"

The German sighed and held the bridge of his nose, as if a headache were coming on. "Will it get you to shut up?"

Yohji nodded and wiped his eye. "Hai," he said in a near whisper.

"Fine. If you will shut up about it. Go get ready."

Yohji smiled brightly and leapt up, throwing his arms around Schuldich's neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Schuldich-sama." And with that, scampered into the bedroom to get dressed.

Half an hour later found the three men back where Schuldich had found the dirty blond. Yohji felt an odd sense of comfort, being back in the familiar area. The blond didn't even falter as he made his way to an old, condemned building. It wasn't hard to figure out why the windows and doors were boarded up. The roof was caving in and the steps up to the door were mostly missing and rotting. Not to mention the place wreaked of sewage and the siding was falling off.

"You might want to stay here. These steps are tricky." Yohji said.

Schuldich raised an eyebrow. "Five minutes, kitten. Then I come in, kill them, and take you away."

The blond nodded, his heart twisting slightly at the words. Carefully, he picked his way through the steps. The wood creaked violently, but didn't snap. Once safely on the landing, Yohji pulled back the board on the door and slipped inside.

"Hello?" He looked around in the dark. Someone was there, he just wasn't quite sure...

"Yohji-kun!" A young voice came yelling from the left.

"Yohji-kun!" Another young voice came from the right.

Then the sources of both voices collided into the lanky blond at the same time. He immediately sank to his knees and wrapped his arms around them both. "Bishounen!" He cried happily, hugging both boys tight. One was about ten years old, and the other was thirteen. The younger had dark, nearly black hair and deep indigo eyes, while the older had sandy blond hair and bright, almost sky blue eyes. Both boys, however, were obviously underfed.

"Yohji-kun! We missed you!" The younger boy, Nagi, whimpered, clutching at the blond's jacket.

"Hai, Yohji-kun! Where did you go! Did you find Ran?" The older boy, Omi, asked, clinging to the other side of his jacket just as fiercely.

"I'm sorry, bishounen. I wanted to get word back to you guys. I'm fine, look at me! I'm almost fat!" he poked his stomach as the boys giggled.

"You're not fat Yohji-kun!" Nagi smiled as Omi examined the jacket.

"Nope, you actually look healthy for once, Yohji."

The blond looked up and smiled. Standing there was another boy, about fifteen years old, with dark brown hair and matching coffee eyes. His shorts were tattered, and his shirt had many holes in it.

"Ken." The blond smiled as the brunet ran forward, joining in the hug.

"Where have you been, baka!?" Ken slapped Yohji upside the head. "We've been worried sick. First Ran, and then you.."

"I know Ken. I'm sorry. I didn't really have much of a choice."

"You didn't.." Ken started.

"It's a long story, Kenken. And you wouldn't believe me if I told you. So let's just leave it at I found a rich bastard who's taking care of me now, all right?"

"But then why did you just get here now?" Omi looked up at Yohji. "You've been gone for a long time Yohji-kun."

"I know Omittchi. I'm sorry. But I couldn't come before now. I wanted to, I really did. But I couldn't."

"Why not?" Nagi asked this time.

"I.. just couldn't."

{One minute, kitten.}

Yohji gasped slightly.

"What's wrong?" Ken cocked his head in concern.

"Nothing.." Yohji shook his head, then smiled. "I just have to go."

"NO!" Twin chibi voices echoed as two sets of arms tightened around him.

"I'm sorry. But I have to."

"Can we come?" Nagi looked up, his dark blue eyes brimming with tears.

"You don't want to come with me, Na-chan." Yohji ruffled the boy's hair affectionately. "Trust me. Stay here with Ken and Omi."

Nagi sniffled, but nodded.

"I'll come back when I can." The blond smiled sadly and shrugged off his trench coat. "Here. You guys take this."

"We can't Yohji." Ken said, but didn't offer it back when the blond pressed it into him.

"Take it. It's warm. And it's going to be getting cold soon."

A board snapped outside.

"I have to go." Yohji whimpered, then quickly pressed a kiss into each boy's forehead, disengaging himself from them making for the door.

"We'll miss you Yohji." Omi whimpered.

Nagi sniffled, then began sobbing into Ken's chest, wrapping his small arms around the older boy.

"Be safe, Yohji." the brown-eyed boy smiled sadly

"I will." The blond's smile matched the brunet's, then he waved and shimmied out the door, just in time to come face-to-face with Schuldich.

"Just in time, kitten."

Yohji stared at the ground, forcing the tears back. Part of him wanted to beg Schuldich to take them with them as well, another part wanted to keep his friends as far from the German as he could. And yet another part wanted to go back inside and run away with his friends, no, his family.

The German scowled and picked Yohji up, easily leaping from the crumbling landing to the sidewalk, setting the blond down next to the white-haired psycho. "If he tries anything, kill him."

Farfarello nodded and licked his knife.

Yohji just sighed and linked arms with the other boy. The Irishman smiled his eerie smile and gave Yohji a kiss on the cheek, causing the blond to smile slightly.

"Don't be sad, angel. He wants you to be sad."

God or that red haired bastard. Yohji thought bitterly, only to have Schuldich turn around and slap him hard across the face, nearly knocking the blond back on his ass. "Don't make me do that again, kitten. Of course I don't want you to be sad. But I also can't let you be spoiled."

Yohji held his hand to his face as the three of them continued walking, staring angrily at the ground as a few tears slipped from his eyes.

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A/N: Woo! This chapter was going to be longer, because this part was supposed to just be a little insignificant bit, but it grew. It took Nagi, Omi, Brad, Aya, Ken, Schu and Farfie long enough break the writer's block Yohji put up. The little prick is still mad.

Yohji: You made me fuck Farfie.

Farfie: *giggles insanely as usual*

No, I made Farfie fuck you.

Omi: Hey look! We were in the fic!

Nagi: Is that a good thing?

Omi: But why are we so young? And why is Ken only a year younger than Yohji? And Why is Farfie three years older!? And why...

*clamps a hand over Omi's mouth* Quiet. It's called AU. I can make you whatever damn age I want. Now have some pocky and quit ruining the story*

Omi: Pocky! Woo! *runs off*

Ken: Hey! She put me in a story! Me! I never get in stories!

Schu: It's because you're boring.

It's because I was tired. You were up until like, 5 am tearing down that writer's block. Oh yeah, and I like Ken.

Ken: *ignores Jade* At least I don't fuck everything that moves.

Schu: Have I fucked anyone in this fic yet?

Brad: Why doesn't anyone love me?

Oh don't worry Braddy.. you're in the next chapter.

Brad: *gulps*

It's not bad. You get to.. Oops. I almost spilled the beans! But Aya'll be in it too!

Aya: *glares, sharpening his katana*

Damn it Aya! Stop glaring at me!

Aya: *GLARE*

Everyone: *runs and hides*

Aya: *GLARE!*

Ow! *holds her eyes*

Aya: *smiles triumphantly and resumes sharpening his katana*