Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Only at Night ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

A strong gust of wind hit the house, causing the building to creak and groan under the pressure. Both assassins eyed the walls warily as if they expected the place to collapse. Nursing the bottle of liquor, Youji glared around the room as if to frighten it into obedience. Standing and stretching, he crossed the room, placing an arm on the window sill, joining Aya in watching the outside.

"Whoever heard of waiting for a killer? We don't even know that he'll show up." Another swig was taken from the bottle, "This whole mission seems to be a fluke; the information just handed to us, even an exact date to do this. It doesn't seem to fit."

"Hn." Aya agreed as Youji continued to ramble.

"If you agree, why are we still here?!" Youji turned to the red head, astonished.

"It's a mission. No matter how odd it may be, it's our duty to carry it through."

"'Che." Came Youji's reply. Turning on his heels, the blonde started to pace again. Not two feet from Aya, Youji tripped and stumbled, his arm flying out to rebalance himself. Laughing slightly, Youji scratched his head, "Ahhh...this must be some really good stuff if this little of it makes you drunk this fast."

As Youji walked off, Aya watched the blonde a bit longer. The playboy had an odd resilience to alcohol, Aya had noticed over the years. That, combined with the fact that the bottle was not even a quarter empty, had Aya worried. Making a mental note to watch the older man more closely, Aya let his gaze drift once more out the window.

~~~

Omi stood in front of the bed with his arms crossed, glaring at Ken. Ken, on his part, was trying to coax the reluctant blonde onto the bed. Neither were willing to back down. Putting on his best pleading expression, Ken knelt before Omi while trying to pull him into an embrace.

"Com'on, Omi. What harm would it do?"

"What harm?! Ken, we're on a mission! You don't stop to fuck during a mission!" Omi was mad; Ken knew by the cussing. Mouth gapping, he stared at the younger boy for a moment; hearing Omi, the innocent one of the group, cuss would never be something Ken would get used to. Yet, the brunette couldn't help but push his luck.

"We've searched the house more than thoroughly and didn't find anything, right? With Youji 'n Aya downstairs, they'll stop the killer before he gets up here. So it's not like we're really needed right now." In a daring move, Ken leaned forward and brushed his lips across Omi's jaw. He knew he scored points with that move because of the shudder passing through the smaller boy's body, "It won't be that long."

"Ken..." Omi breathed, "We can't. It's wrong...don't have anything."

Hiding his grin against Omi's neck, Ken withdrew slightly and dug into his jacket. A moment later, a small tube of lube lay in his gloved hand, "'Member going out last week? Forgot I had put this in here and I just found it." Placing the tube in Omi's hand, Ken returned to the task of getting the blonde onto the bed. His defenses weakening, Omi allowed his lover to pull him up.

"But...still..." The hand that slid under his shorts and across his thigh quickly shut up him, however, "Twenty minutes....that's it."

Grinning at the victory, Ken quickly peeled the clothes off both of them intent on enjoying the time fully.

Twenty minutes soon turned to thirty. Thirty passed on to forty-five and soon, Omi's watch beeped the hour. The sheets lay crumpled around the pair as they clung to each other. Ken slowly rocked into Omi, watching him intently. Omi's face was flushed and his lips swollen, but to Ken, he was even more beautiful than before. They spoke in whispers to each other, Omi's legs wrapping tightly around Ken's waist as he thrust faster. Fisting the sheets, Omi threw his head back, panting as he neared his climax. Leaning further over Omi, Ken thrust harder, his own breath shallow and hot. The moment came and passed quickly; Ken bit down on Omi's shoulder to muffle the noise as Omi's nails dug into his lover's back. Ken was heavy, making it hard for Omi to breath as the brunette lay on top of him. After a moment, Ken rolled off of Omi and lay next to him. Strong arms wrapped around the younger boy's waist pulling him closer to Ken. They lay in silence just resting together, Ken peppering Omi's neck with kisses once in a while.

A soft touch on Omi's shoulder caused him to giggle, shifting closer to Ken.

"Stop. That tickles." Was the muffled request. Yawning, the brunette pulled Omi closer, "Stop doin' what?"

"Tickling me." Omi opened his eyes as he felt his shoulder touched once more, but this time, he was quite aware that Ken's hands were on his back...no where near his shoulders.

"'M not tickling ya." Ken felt Omi tense beside him and followed suit. The two boys pulled apart slightly and looked around the room, "The hell!"

A cold caress ran down Omi's spine making him shiver. Protectively, Ken lay on top of Omi, ready to attack the first thing he saw. Omi was tensed to fight as well, his hands clutching at Ken's shoulders. A slight breeze blew by, ruffling the boys' hair. A soft, feminine voice was whispering something; whether it was directed at them, neither was sure.

"Wandering alone....lovers broken....friends forgotten...." Not giving each other so much as a glance, Ken and Omi jumped out of the bed while reaching for their discarded clothes. Bare seconds later, they stomped their way down the stairs and into the front room where Youji and Aya were waiting.

"Something's up there." Omi gasped out as he pulled on his jackets, blatantly ignoring Youji's knowing look. Ken joined a moment later, still pulling on his shirt. Reclining on the couch casually, Youji smirked at the two youngest assassins; he was going to have a lot of fun once this mission was over. Omi was already turning red and he had barely even looked at Youji.

"What do you mean?" Turning from the window, Aya focused on Omi. Blushing, Omi stared at the floor.

"Ummm...well, the thing is...while Ken and I were up there....ummm...in the room..." Omi's voice softened as he went on. Placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder, Ken stepped forward to explain.

"We were in a room and heard a female's voice up there. Said somethin' bout lovers and friends. Could barely hear her." A soft chuckle from Youji broke the building tension.

"So, while you two were going at it, some lady was watching you and spoke at the end?"

"N-no! That's not it!" The brunette yelled, stepping towards Youji aggressively. Raising his hands defensively, Youji stood up, grabbing the arm of the chair to balance himself. Once he was sure he was steady, Youji stepped away from the couch. Neither Ken nor Omi missed the actions.

"So, we're checking upstairs again, right?" Youji was already on his way out of the room, clutching his stomach.

"Youji-kun...."

"I'm all right..just the alcohol..let's go." Wiping at his forehead, Youji continued on. Sharing a look with his lover, Omi followed the older blonde out the room. Ken was quick to follow, not even bothering to wait for Aya. Slowly, nearly casually, Aya stood from his seat and made his way out of the room. Barely halfway across, he turned to survey the room, the uneasy feeling he had gotten upon first entering the house still hadn't left. Satisfied with what he saw, the red head left to find his teammates.

~~~

It was getting harder to breathe with every step. The floor was moving constantly, too. Stumbling into the nearest room, Youji leaned against the wall for a moment while he got his bearings. Removing his shades, Youji rubbed his eyes fiercely hoping everything would fall back in to focus. Just as he was placing the shades back on, the playboy noticed an odd light in the room. Blinking, he stared at what he believed the source was for a moment. Slowly, the outline of an elegantly dressed woman facing the window came into view. He couldn't believe his eyes. There before him, was a beautiful woman who had apparently appeared out of thin air. Smiling at his good luck, Youji sauntered as best he could to her, forced to stop ever few steps to regain his breath.

Stopping just behind the woman, Youji reached out to get her attention.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but...." He started as his hand drifted through the woman's shoulder and side. Puzzled, Youji reached for the woman once more and again, his hand drifted through her. The soft voice caught him off guard.

"Are you he? Has my lover come?" Shoulders sagging slightly, Youji replied.

"No, I'm not your lover. I don't...." The woman continued as if she hadn't heard Youji.

"My lover, where is he? He said he'd come." Suddenly, the oddness of the situation dawned on Youji. Looking more carefully at the woman before him, he noticed a piece of paper clutched in her hands. Edging around the woman, he notcied that he had missed more than just the paper. Clasping a hand over his mouth, Youji stumbled back a few steps. A noose was looped around the woman's neck, her hands and feet bound as well. She even appeared to be hovering above the ground by a foot or two. But the worst was her face. Even bloated, Youji could tell that she had been beautiful. Her eyes, though, were missing. There was just an empty space where they should have been; traces of blood ran down her in a mockery of tears.

Feeling suddenly very queasy, Youji backed away from the woman, unable to take his eyes off her. The ghost's head turned to follow Youji's progress, "Lover...lost...friends..girlfriend.lostfiancelostlost..." Voices filled the room as other female ghosts joined the first, all in the same condition. Moonlight poured through the window only enhancing the other worldliness of the situation. All of the ghosts followed Youji intensely as he stumbled out of the room and down the hallway. Using the wall to support himself, Youji waited until the place stopped spinning, wiping the sweat off his forehead. An intense pain stabbed through his stomach, forcing the blonde to curl in on himself.

Weakly, Youji crawled as best he could into the nearest room, grateful that is was a bathroom. The toilet immediately caught his attention and without further thought, the blonde kneeled beside it and promptly threw-up.

~~~

Brushing a few spiders' webs away absently, Ken made his way into the room. Shivering, he drew his jacket more closely to him and began a quick search. They had already looked up here and had turned up nothing and it would have been impossible for someone to have gotten up there while he and Omi had been....occupied. They surely would've heard something; it was rather hard to be quiet in this house. As if in agreement with Ken's thoughts, the floorboards immediately groaned beneath him. Sighing in exasperation, Ken looked around the room when he got the feeling that he was being watched. Stiffening, the brunette slowly turned around to survey the room once more. No one was around.

It was stupid, getting worked up like that. They'd already determined that no one was in the house, and he would've heard if one of the others had come by. Frustrated, Ken sat down on the bed and stared at the floor. This was turning out to be one fucked up mission. Spending a whole night just staking out a house. There were probably worse things going on in Tokyo that they could be dealing with. Standing up quickly, Ken was about to leave the room when something caught his eye. Blinking, he turned around and found a mirror hanging on the wall, the moonlight glinting off of it; he was surprised he hadn't noticed it earlier. Curious, the soccer player made his way to the mirror and looked at it.

It seemed to be just an ordinary mirror. There were a few cracks in it, but, other than that, nothing too odd about it. Ken shivered again, shaking his head as if to fight off the cold. Upon looking back in the mirror, Ken nearly yelled from surprise. Behind him stood about ten boys, all dressed in school uniforms. Shaken, Ken spun around to face the newcomers. His breath caught in his throat when he saw that no one was behind him. Facing the mirror again, Ken saw that the boys were still there. He glanced behind himself once more just to be sure that there was really no one behind him. As he stared at the images in amazement, the boy closest to Ken shook his head. Realization hit Ken quickly. These were the boys that died last year.

"How...that's not possible." The boy shook his head again, looking at Ken imploringly, "Why are you there?"

The boy just shrugged and looked back at his friends.

"You died, though. Does that mean that there might be other ghosts?" The boy nodded, "Have you seen them?"

Again, looking back at his friends, the boy shook his head, "Then how do you know?" The boy shrugged his shoulders, "Can you talk?"

All of the boys looked down, shaking their heads. Ken suddenly felt like an idiot. How were you supposed to deal with ghosts anyway?

"Okay, then. Yes or no questions it is. Will ya help me?" At this, the boys looked at Ken intently, an odd light in their eyes. Each of them nodded their consent and, for some reason, Ken could tell that they were determined.

~~~

There was always so much dust around. Aya ran his fingers over the dresser, barely making a dent in cleaning it off. His gaze passed over the room in disgust. He hadn't been thrilled with the fact that they were stuck in the house all night either, but a mission was a mission. The room was old, yet, other than the dust, it seemed to be in good condition. None of the furniture was rotting and there weren't any holes in the walls. Everything about the house put Aya's senses on alert. There was an odd feeling to the place.

Finishing his tour of the room, Aya headed back to the door. As he passed by the night table near the bed, he paused. Reaching out, he felt around on the table for a moment before his fingers clasped around the binding of a book. Raising an eyebrow at the discovery, he flipped through the pages carefully. The book, at least, showed signs of aging. The pages were yellow and brittle as well as being adorned with the odd stain or two. Moving to the window, Aya turned a few pages, not surprised when they crumpled under his fingers. Shaking away the last pieces that clung to the book, the red head saw that the page before him seemed to be in much better condition than the rest. This one was only slightly yellow around the edges and still flexible. Squinting at the words, he shifted until some of the moonlight hit the page.

'Caught in a dream,

But lost in hell,

One becomes trapped in a nightmare

Wandering alone: lovers broken,

Friends forgotten.

All is left for a mind that

will not remember

Made for all time,

a haunting promise that cannot be kept'

Frowning, Aya tucked the book into one of his pockets and left the room. Behind him, the curtains fluttered softly, moving in a nonexistent breeze.

~~~

"And again, back upstairs." Omi commented under his breath as he crept down the hall. He was finding it slightly ironic that they were always searching up here. But, this time had been his fault. Flushing at the mistake, the blonde continued on his way. A door creaked on his right as Omi passed by. Pressing up against the wall, he peered around the doorway. Cautiously, he stepped inside, trying his best to remain near the door. Unconsciously, Omi's hand reached for the darts inside his jacket.

There was a thick silence in the room that made the boy nervous. While he was able to see everything for the most part, he felt a nervous apprehension about being in there alone. As he finally moved away from the wall, the door slammed shut. Alarmed, Omi reached for the handle and twisted it, only to find it was jammed. Cursing under his breath, the boy flattened himself against the door and palmed a few darts, his muscles tense.

"Will you play?" A childish voice asked. Omi jumped at the sound, eyes scanning the room for the owner of the voice, "Are you here to play with us? Mama never came like they said."

Jerking his head to the right, Omi saw a young girl standing before him. In her arms was a teddy bear, her head buried in the animal. Confused, Omi knelt before the girl and tried to talk to her.

"No, I'm not here to play. How did you get here?" The girl looked up at Omi causing him to fall on to the floor in surprise. The cry that wanted to escape Omi caught in his throat as he looked at the girl before him.

"They told us someone was coming to play. We want to play." Looking around frantically, Omi saw that he was surrounded by young boys and girls. Each and every one of them had the same markings; two parallel slits across their throats that started from puncture wounds. And their eyes had been gorged out as well. Fighting down his panic, Omi closed his eyes tightly.

"Not real. Ghosts aren't real. Not real." He whispered to himself fervently. The children didn't seem to notice, "We want to play. Mama never came to play. We want someone to play with us. Will you play with us?"

The voices got louder and, to Omi's horror, upon opening his eyes he saw that the children were advancing on him. He scrambled away from them until his back hit the wall. Shutting his eyes again, Omi tried to blot out the image of the dead children, tried to tell himself it wasn't real. But as the first icy hand touched him, his mind refused to function. He opened his eyes once more to see that he was surrounded by the ghosts. One by one, they pressed in on him, enveloping the blonde in an icy world of pain. Not knowing what else to do, Omi let out a pain filled scream.

~~~

"This doesn't make sense. How do you know there are other ghosts if ya can't see 'em?" Ken asked, rubbing his head. The boy just blinked at him and shrugged. Ken got the distinct feeling the boy was saying something like 'why wouldn't there be'. Pausing, Ken took a calming breath. Why wasn't Omi here? He would be so much better in this situation, "Ok, what bout this? Do ya know who killed you?"

The boy nodded.

"Great. Do you remember what he looked like?" This got him a confused look, "The killer. Ya had to 'ave seen him."

A no.

"But...ya know who killed you. Why doncha know what he looked like?"

All ten boys' heads jerked up suddenly. Ken looked back behind him, then in the direction the ghosts were looking, "What?" But there was no one to answer him. The brunette watched as the boys faded away, again receiving a negative headshake from the main boy. Perplexed, Ken moved to sit down on the nearby bed when his ears picked up on a noise. Holding his breath, Ken listened more closely, his heart constricting painfully when he recognized the sound. Omi. Omi was in trouble. Without a second thought, he ran from the room and down the hall.

"Omi! Omi!!!"