Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs ❯ Trip Hoppin' ( Chapter 6 )

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 (..*coughcoughhackwheeze*...). Yaoi/shounen-ai. Italics indicate thought, whereas {italics} indicate telepathic speech. Oh, and the title of this chapter is from a song by Aerosmith by the same title. On the album Just Push Play. Ish a good song. ^.^

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Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs

Ch. 6 - Trip Hoppin'

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Yohji wasn't sure if Schuldich was just rich, or if he got what he wanted by using his strange telepathic powers, but either way he found himself and his two companions on a private jet, heading from Tokyo, Japan to Hamburg, Germany. Farfarello said he was pretty sure it was the telepathy, Yohji thought so too. When he thought back, he didn't remember seeing the redhead ever actually pay for anything.

But whatever it was, here they were, jetting across Asia and into Europe, heading 'home.' All of the windows in the jet were closed and Schuldich was reclined in one of the seats, slumbering peacefully. Yohji and Farfarello were entertaining themselves in the back of the plane with a deck of cards and a few board games. There were only a few seats in the whole plane, leaving the back wide opened, so both the blond and the white-haired boy were stretched out on the floor. The boys spent much of the day sleeping, and playing games, actually managing to exhaust the number of card games Yohji knew. Farfarello was decapitating a small yellow game piece when the "fasten seat belts" sign came on.

Both boys got up from the floor. Yohji quickly put the games away, then sat in the seat next to Farfarello, buckling the strap over his lap as the plane began it's decent.

"Are we there?" Yohji yawned, knowing he should have slept on the flight, but was too excited and nervous. He'd never been on an airplane before.

"Nein." Came a soft grunt from the German, who was stretching in his seat. "We still have a bit before we get home, kitten. Just have to stop for fuel and food for my pets. Plus, the pilot has to sleep at some point." He smiled and ran a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.

Yohji nodded and looked out the window, watching was the plane came closer and closer to the ground, the aircraft jerking and bouncing slightly as it landed.

"Then where are we?" Yohji tilted his head slightly at Schuldich.

Schuldich yawned, exposing his fangs. "New Delhi."

Yohji blinked at the German.

"India, kitten. We're in India."

"Oh."

The plane soon came to a stop and all three men deplaned. They quickly made their way through the airport and outside. As soon as they got out, a man waved slightly and came over. A brief conversation was held between Schuldich and the man in a language Yohji didn't understand before they were led to a waiting car. About twenty minutes later they rolled into the city. The blond gazed out the window, taking in the scenery. It was so beautiful. The domed roofs really caught his attention, he'd never seen anything like that, except in pictures. But seeing it now in person, the pictures couldn't even do it justice. Even at night it was more beautiful than the pictures could show.

Then something caught his attention that stopped all thought of the scenery's glory.

Blood red hair and moon pale skin. The figure was leaning against a building, looking out at the cars forlornly as they drove past.

"Schuldich-sama.." He whispered, not believing his eyes. "Stop the car..."

"Why?"

"Ran.." Yohji's voice wavered. "Please, go back! Ran!"

Schuldich looked hard at Yohji, then sighed and said something in that other language to the driver. The car turned around and drove back, pulling up beside the redheaded young man.

"Ran!" Yohji cried as he leapt out of the car.

Sad plum eyes shifted towards the voice, lighting up at the sight before him.

"Yohji!" He cried out as Yohji threw his arms around the redhead. "What are you doing here!?"

"Long story." Yohji smiled. "What are you doing here? ... and what are you wearing!?" the blond exclaimed.

Ran blushed slightly. He was clad in nothing more than a chain collar, a pair of tight black leather pants and a pair of black boots. Amethyst eyes widened suddenly. "You need to go."

"What?"

"Go, Yohji." His voice was almost pleading. "Pl--"

"Well what do we have here?" A hand fell on Ran's shoulder. "A friend?"

Yohji blinked and looked up. Standing behind his friend was a tall American looking man with raven black hair. He was wearing a sharp white business suit and what little light was present seemed to be reflecting off of his glasses.

"Shit." Came the German's voice quietly from the car. {Get back in the car, kitten. Now!}

Yohji whimpered and moved to get back in the car when suddenly an arm was around his neck, holding him in a headlock.

"Schuldich. How did I know?"

"Because you're a prick and probably had this planned out." The German growled, emerald eyes glaring harshly out at the American.

"A prick that made you what you are, you ungrateful bastard!" The American snarled back, then yelped as a wire wrapped tightly around his throat. "Aww.. your kitten as a string. How cute." He ripped the wire from his throat with little effort. Yohji's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"Well, if the kitten can't play nice.. take his toy away from him." He ordered.

Ran gave Yohji an apologetic look as he removed the wristwatch.

Suddenly the Irish boy bolted out at the car, latching onto the American and plunging his knife into the man's stomach.

"Shit! My suit!" He yelped, pushing Yohji to the redhead, then turning and flinging Farfarello into a wall.

"Farf!" Yohji cried. But no sooner did he hit the wall than he lunged back at the man, ripping the knife into his flesh again.

"Did I mention my kittens have claws?" The German grinned. "Give it up, Crawford. Why can't you just fucking move on?"

Crawford glared at the German, catching Farfarello by the wrist and wrenching the weapon away. "Then he'll just have to be declawed." He grinned, then grabbed at the white hair and yanked his head back, ripping at the boy's throat with his teeth.

"Farf!" Yohji cried again, struggling to get away from Ran.

Farfarello only continued to push and shove at the American, arms and legs flailing madly. Then in a flash of fangs and flame red, the raven-haired man was shoved away from the Irishman, leaving him to collapse to the ground.

Yohji managed to get in a decent hit to Ran's gut, knocking the air out of him. The blond quickly scrambled from the redhead and sank to his knees next to Farfarello.

"Farf.." He whispered, pulling the wounded man into his lap.

"I'm going to die, angel." He said, his accent thicker than usual, but still kept his calm. "He took too much."

"No.." Tears welled up in jade eyes. A smile touched the madman's lips

"Yes angel, mourn for me. It will hurt God that you cry for me; the one he despises. Even after death, I can still hurt him." A scarred hand reached up to touch the silky blond locks hanging in Yohji's face, then fell limply away.

"Farf.." Yohji whimpered, looking down into that one, yellow, now unseeing eye. A soft sob escaped the blond's lips as he clutched at the body, the only thing that had kept him sane. Angry jade eyes turned from the body to the struggling vampires, both of them snarling and snapping at each other's throats.

{Don't kitten, he's too strong for you.} The redhead's voice chimed him his head. But Yohji paid no mind. He carefully laid the still body on the ground, closing the one opened eye, then leapt to his feet and charged the vampires, fully intent on killing the American.

"Ran!" Crawford barked. Instantly the redhead seemed to be at Yohji's side, swinging his fists toward the blond's head. He managed to dodge the first swing easily, but wasn't prepared for the second, which connected solidly with his temple. A glimpse of sad, plum eyes was the last thing to register in his vision as he was quickly pulled down into the depths of unconsciousness.

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A/N: *sniffle* *bawls* I KILLED FARFIE! I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON! *wails* Uhm, the next chapter will go into more detail about Crawford and Ran. I know this chapter was short and it sucked, so to make up for it, I'll write/post the next chapter sometime before this weekend! And no, the irony of Farfie keeping Yohji sane is not lost on me.

Yohji: Woo! *does a dance* Farf died! Yay!

Farfie: *watches Yohji, licking his knife*

Yohji: *blinks* *hides behind Jade*

Aya: I'm Crawford's bitch!? *growls* SHI-NE!

Brad: Oh you know you like it Aya.

Aya: *points his katana at Brad* Touch me and I will ram this so far up your ass that the stick already up there will come out your mouth.

Everyone: O.O

Brad: Should you really be commenting on sticks up people's asses. What is it people call you, the Ice Queen? Mr. Icicle-up-the-ass?

Aya: *mutters several not nice words in various languages that he doesn't know, ending with:* SHI-NE!