Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Patience ❯ Never ( Chapter 9 )

Patience

By: Anna Hibiki

Rating: R, it will soon go up.

Disclaimers: Weiss is not mine! Koyasu-sama and other people with much more money than me owns it.

Warnings: Shounen-ai/Yaoi, OCC for Youji, angst, illness, disturbing content, some scenes are not very nice to read since the illness and the state of the sick character is gonna be described.

Pairings: Youji/Ken, Aya/Ken (one-sided), Omi/Nagi, hints of Schu/Ken. There'll be some changes and new pairings.

Notes: Anything written in Italic are thoughts. Things /written this way/ are mental talk. "Things written this way are radio talk"

This fic can be read in my page, mediaminer.org and ff.net.

Today the thanks and glomps will go to: Denisse (Arigato for reviewing!! *glomps* Yeah, RanRan's an aho. I'm glad you think it's my best fic, thank u! ^^ ), Hikari (Arigato for reviewing Hikari!! *glomps* hehee yeah! At least he's gonna try to rescue him! Daijobu, you'll see what happens in this chapter! ^^ ), Schu (Arigato for reviewing!! *glomps* Asuka's name is what he says because it's what he remembers the most. Yeah, poor Ken… Aya.. I have this opinion about him, and I think he can't love ANYONE [well, maybe he could love Omi ] in a want-you-to-be-happy way. He's obsessive and has a one track mind. He does anything to get what he wants [look at Takatori] and doesn't care for the methods. And I should stop talking about him now 'cuz I'll end up spoiling what will happen to him in next chapters and in the whole fic.), Airienn de Puck (Muchas gracias!! *glomps* toma, un Kleenex. Pobresito el Yo-tan, enga, a vengarse!! Sobre Aya, bueno, se supone que quiere a Ken, pero a su manera. Hehee es que hace falta alguna razon pa que a una le guste Schu? *se le va la olla* Ken no entró arrasando con la moto [me parecia demasiado tipico], por eso la aparcó y se bajo tranquilamente, aunque no habria sido extraño viniendo de Ken-chan. Lo escribi asi, ne? Es una pena que no sea capaz de escribir los capitulos mas largos, pero si los hiciera mas largos no subiria los capis nunca *se va a un rincón a llorar* pero me alegra que te gusten. Enga hija, un beso y muchas gracias por dejarme un review!^^ )

Chapter 9: Never.

Ken closed his eyes for a moment and finally started to go upstairs. When he arrived to the floor where his lover's bedroom was, he walked into the left corridor and looked at the doors' numbers until he stopped before the door with the number 75B.

He stood on his tiptoes to look through the glass in the door.

He could see Youji sitting on the bed with his back comfortably resting on big white pillows, his eyes focused in something Ken couldn't see, probably tv.

The brunette's trembling hand came in contact with the doorknob, slowly turning it until it clicked and the door opened.

"Youji…" he said softly, his entire body trembling. He didn't look at the white walls of the room, the chair and the table went unnoticed to him. Only Youji. That was the only thing he could see, the only thing he wanted to see.

The blonde looked up at his boyfriend, smiling brightly. "'s'ka!" He greeted, turning his gaze away from the tv.

"God, Youji…" he ran towards the bed and sat there, hugging the ex-assassin tightly. "Youji… I thought- I- I'm so sorry…!" he pressed his face against his shoulder, trying not to cry to avoid scaring him.

"'nii?" Youji blinked down at him, the smile vanishing from his face. "'kaa?"

Ken squeezed him a little tighter. "I didn't know.." Youji's good hand hesitantly rubbed at his back, that gesture somehow soothed Ken, and in that moment the brunette needed to be in complete control of his nerves.

He turned his head to press a little kiss to the blonde's jaw, trying to smile.

But those green eyes, now devoid of any mask, didn't believe that smile. The thrombosis hadn't affected Youji's perceptiveness, not in the little least. Ken could see that.

"I couldn't do anything to impede it. If I hadn't let them take you here…"

Youji put on a hesitant smile, his hand going up the ex-soccer player's face, fingers brushing against tanned flesh. "'obu?"

Ken shook his head and lowered his gaze, not daring to look at him. "No. I- I have to get you out of here."

Youji didn't seem to understand, but he nodded.

But what should he do?

Because… well, he was so busy being worried about losing Youji that he forgot to plan what to do.

How was he going to get his lover out of there? He still had to wait for Omi. He really hoped the boy had gotten his message and would arrive soon.

The brunette looked around the room for the first time and noticed the wheelchair at a corner.

He let go of Youji and put the wheelchair closer. "C'mon Yo-tan, I'll help you sit on the edge." He told the blonde. When Youji was there Ken hauled him up as best as he could and not without problems he sat him on the wheelchair.

He took his bugnucks and put them on, so in case he needed to use them, he'd just have to extend them and kill whoever tried to separate him from Youji.

Just when he was about to open the bedroom's door, his cell phone rang, indicating he had a SMS. He took it out of his pocket and breathed in relief when he saw it was from Omi.

Hold on Ken-kun, I'm going there. He read. "Ne, Yo-tan, let's go!" he told his lover cheerfully, even if he was nearly hysteric inside.

Ken opened the door and looked around, making sure there was nobody on the corridor.

Now he just had to get out and take one of the taxis that were outside. Omi would ride his motorbike back to the Koneko.

He got Youji out of the bedroom and stopped the wheelchair in front of the elevator's door.

They were lucky and the elevator was empty.

Once they were down and out of the elevator, he looked at a few people moving around, and as he passed before the receptionist, he gave her a sweet smile as they left.

When they were out of the hospital's door, the brunette realized one thing. A very important thing.

It had been TOO easy.

It's not that he wanted to have problems, but he knew that Kritiker kept a close look on everything, and they would suspect something was wrong if Siberian took the man who was Balinese out of the hospital without saying a thing.

"Aren't you forgetting something Siberian?"

Ken turned to his right and saw Manx, who smirked at him. "M-"

"Did you think you could fool Kritiker?"

"I-"

"Siberian, it's your last chance. You two will continue living if you let go of that wheelchair right now. We'll take Kudou to his room and you can go back to the Koneko."

Ken put his right hand away from the wheelchair and extended the claws. "You won't separate us. To get him you'll have to walk over my corpse."

It was a good thing there weren't too many people in that street, or there would have been a scandal.

Persia's secretary laughed, the sound enough to make Ken shiver.

Youji was scared. He whimpered and reached up with his good hand to tug at the brunette's sleeve. "'kaa… 'ppenin'?"

Ken sighed nervously. "Daijobu, everything will be okay."

Manx's laugh got even louder. "Who do you think you are Siberian? You think you can do as you wish with Kritiker? You're only a halfway decent assassin that forms part of our best group because we took pity on you. You aren't indispensable."

"Manx! Why-" Ken had to shut up when Manx pointed at Youji with her gun.

"Do you hear me brat? I can kill you and what's left of your boyfriend and nothing will happen to me, and Kritiker won't care, because you aren't essential to us."

"He may not be essential, but _I_ am." Ken's eyes widened in surprise and relief. "If you want to kill them, first you'll have to kill me, and Persia won't like that, Manx-san." Omi placed himself between his teammates and the redhead.

"Bombay! This has nothing to do with you." She said glaring at him.

"They're my team, so they're my responsibility. I won't accept to continue with any project from Kritiker if they don't come back to where they belong. If they die, my investigation dies."

"You have no say on this Bombay." She lowered her gun. "I have orders from Persia."

"Why does everybody treat me like a kid?" he took a diskette out of his pocket. "You know what this is, don't you Manx-san? If something happens to Ken-kun or Youji-kun, Weiss disappears. And nobody wants that."

"You're alone in this Bombay. The reason Kudou was interned here was that Abyssinian requested it. And we're convinced this is the best for Weiss."

"That's false! You obliged Aya!" Ken cut her. "A-a-and the best for Weiss is what makes us live the happiest way possible! And we can't be happy without Youji."

Manx laughed again. "So naïve… continue believing that if you want to."

"I'm going to talk personally to Persia. If I can't convince him, then you can kill both Ken-kun and Youji-kun. Until then, forget this happened and goodbye Manx-san."

Manx let them go, and didn't say anything when Ken and Omi put Youji into the taxi. She didn't move when the wheelchair was folded and put into the car and Ken sat on the passenger seat. She only dialled a number on her cell phone when Omi left in Ken's motorbike.

She was sure Persia wouldn't let Ken and Youji live after what had happened.

Perhaps she was blinder than she could ever imagine.

Tsu zu ku…

Another chappie done… *hits her head against the keyboard* this sucks!! It's the third or fourth time I rewrite this and I still don't like the result!

And I'm sorry this took me so long! I'm currently working on chapters to the other fics and they take lots of time. I'll probably update "Revenge" tomorrow. *sighs*

At least I hope you liked the chappie!

In next chapter, life has to continue, Aya's reactions to the situation and Youji will start the long process of recuperation.

Until my next update I really hope you leave a comment with your opinions, ideas or anything ya wanna say. Ya know I love to hear what you think!

Hasta luego!