Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Perchance to Dream ❯ Trust ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter Four

Ken breathed out, rolling over in his bed as dark brown eyes opened to stare at the ceiling. `Why can't I sleep?' He thought to himself, looking towards the window. `I was tired earlier, but now I just can't seem to rest…what a pain.' It had been a month since the night he had gone to speak to Ran, a month since Persia had made the redhead stay with Weiss. The tanned assassin sat up in bed, glancing over at his clock. It was only three in the morning and he knew he had to be up at seven. Suddenly, and without reason, he found his thoughts going back to the newest Weiss member. `Ran really hasn't opened up to us, but at least he's not avoiding us.' Ken found his thoughts turning more and more towards the quiet man who now lived in the room beside him. `I can't decide if I wanna smack him or if I wanna kiss him? Out of everyone, he should be the last person making me feel like this!' It was no secret to the other two Weiss assassins that Ken preferred men to women, but he had never met someone that he could really commit himself to. `Guess that is changing…but why does it have to be him?'

Tired chocolate eyes fell closed as he once again tried to relax, but nothing seemed to be working. No noise came from the house; only the rain outside could be heard as it drowned out the cars on the street below. Every few minutes the wind would rush by, pounding the tiny raindrops against his window. It was actually a soothing noise, but he still couldn't rest. Opening his eyes again, Ken glanced over at the clock…fifteen after three. It had only been fifteen minutes since he had last looked; the brunette could tell this was going to be a long night. Suddenly another sound broke though the wind and rain that seemed to be dominated his senses. Sitting up in the bed, Ken pressed his ear to the wall, once again hearing the sound. It was a low moaning, almost like a whimpering or crying and it was coming from Ran's room. Pulling back the covers, he walked over to his bedroom door and slipped into the hallway. Making the few steps from his door to Ran's, the brunette tapped lightly on the wood.

"Ran?" There was no answer from the man inside. "Ran…I'm gonna come in." Pushing open the door, the first thing he noticed was how cold the redhead's room was. His window was open, the rain coating the ground with water as the wind flipped up the curtains. Running over to the window, Ken pulled it down, grabbing the towel that was on the chair. `Oh well, Ran may kill me…but then again he might kill himself if he slipped in this.' Tossing the towel on to the puddle, he walked over to the bed and sat down beside the man. "Ran?" The redhead laid there, blankets pulled close around him as he breathed hard. Reaching down, the brunette laid a hand on the pale forehead feeling the heat coming off his skin. `He's burning up, no wonder he opened his window.' Frowning, Ken pulled the covers down and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. Ran whimpered at the contact, his body pulling away from the touch. "You have to wake up Ran!"

Ran reached up, covering his ears as his eyes closed tighter. "No…" It came out as a hoarse whimper, the trails from his tears still evident on his flushed cheeks.

Ken growled, his hand resting on the assassin's cheek. It was obvious that the newest member of Weiss was ill, but he had been fine a few hours before at dinner…or had he? Ran did have a way of hiding things from the other members of the team, if he had been feeling ill, would he have told them? "You have to get up, it's freezing in here." The stubborn crimson haired man continued to ignore him, shivering in the bed. `Damn him, damn his fucking insecurities…damn all of this! If he wants to stay in here and freeze to death its his fucking funeral!' Standing, Ken took a few steps towards the bedroom door then stopped. Growling to himself for being to intrigued by the older Kritiker agent, the brunette walked back over to the bed and pulled Ran into his arms. "Sorry Ran, but I'm not going to let you stay in here and suffer when I can do something about it." He whispered.

"Please…" He responded, violet eyes opening slightly. "Ken…don't." The brunette just ignored him, as he carried his burden down the hall to his room. Once inside he laid the man down in his own bed and pulled the blankets up around him. "I don't…"

"What?" He asked, sitting down beside him. "You don't want me to help you? You don't want to live? You're sick, I'm not going to sit and let you do this to yourself! We are your teammates, and if you would let us…we would be your friends." Deep purple eyes slid closed as his head fell to the side, blood red hair making him look even paler than he was. "Just let me take care of you, please." When Ran didn't respond he figured the man had either given in or passed out, either way he was in Ken's bed and warm. "Maybe you will let me take care of you this time, Ran."

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He was cold and it was dark, he really couldn't tell what direction he was looking or where he was. All he knew was the scent of blood was heavy around him, the blood of victims…the blood of his teammates. Something had gone wrong; he knew that much from the scene that lay before him. The concrete below him was stained scarlet, the blood running in rivers away from the bodies that lay around him. `No, this isn't happening…I know this can't be happening. All of this is a dream, I'll wake up and everything that has happened will have just been a bad dream.' Violet eyes squeezed closed, his mind trying to will away the sight before him

`But isn't that how you forgot in the first place?' A voice asked, making the young assassin look up.

Ran could see nothing in the darkness around him, but the voice sounded familiar to him. `What do you mean?'

`Kritiker wants to know what happened to your team, but you won't tell them.'

`Can't!' He snapped, glaring at the darkness. `I can't tell Kritiker because I don't remember!'

`You don't remember because you don't want to remember.' The voice answered.

The redhead stood, his hand automatically reaching for the hilt of his katana. `I don't know who you are or what you want with me but you better leave before I kill you!'

`I can't leave…'

`Why?' He asked, taking a step towards the darkness. `What are you?'

`I am as guilty as you, the same blood that stains you stains me.' The voice replied. `You forget your sins, but I have not.'

`I don't understand…' The redhead looked down at his hands, the blood covered sword still in his grasp. `What do you want from me?' He whimpered, his katana slipping from his fingers; hitting the ground a moment later. The blood from the hilt and blade splattered across the floor.

When he heard nothing come from the oddly familiar voice, he looked up in confusion. Then, out of the darkness came a glint of sliver and he felt nothing but pain. The Katana that had been in his grasp only moments before now lay imbedded in his chest, blood flowing from the wound like a crimson river. `Face yourself, face your sins…face what you helped destroy.'

`Ran?'

`What do you mean?'

`Ran, please!'

`Why are you doing this?'

`Ran please…'

`Please tell me, why didn`t I die with them…'

`…answer me!!'

Violet eyes flew open as Ran sat up, his body slamming into an object before him. Instantly he felt something around him, restraining him. "No!" He growled out, his voice rough. "Please, no…don't touch…" He tried to breath in, tried to understand what was happening but his lungs ached. Everything hurt; even breathing was a struggle for him. `I'm dying…'

"Shhh…" A voice whispered; brushing back sweat soaked bangs from his face. "You're ok Ran, the doctors on his way now." Nothing would work in his mind, but he did know that voice even if he couldn't place it. The assassin knew as long as the voice was near that he was safe, though he couldn't understand how he knew that.

"How is he?" Another voice asked; breaking the quiet understanding that his thoughts had created.

"I don't know." The man whispered, running his fingers back though Ran's hair. It was soothing, pulling him deeper into the warmth. "I brought him in here a few hours ago, he's only gotten worse."

"Well he did leave the window open, what do you expect." A third voice said. "His own fault that he's ill."

"Yohji, I think he did it after the fever hit him." There was a pause, but those hands never stopped touching him…never loosened their hold on his body. Ran couldn't help but push his flushed skin closer to the person holding him. The hand that was running though his hair paused for a moment, before continuing on with their ministrations. "I-I think, perhaps he wasn't in his right mind when he did that."

"Is he ever in his right mind?"

"Yohji!"

"Ow! Come on cutie, I'm just teasing!"

Someone growled in the distance, but the person holding him chuckled slightly. "You deserved that, Yohji."

"Yeah, yeah. So…how about the kid and I go downstairs and watch for the doctor? Hmm Ken?"

"If you would?" He answered.

`Ken…Ken is holding me?' Dark purple opened, meeting the deep blue shirt before him. He could see a tanned arm wrapped around him and feel the younger assassins breath in his hair. "Ken?" His voice was jagged and breathy; nothing like it normally would have sounded.

"I'm here Ran, I'll stay with you till the doctor comes." Ran looked up slightly, feeling Ken's lips brush his forehead. "You're still burning up, I was worried about you." The concern in his voice was evident, not feigned in any way.

`He was really worried about me? But why, I thought he hated me…though he has been kinder to me. I just thought that was because of Manx?' His mind had determined its way; all he could do was trust the man holding him so close. Violet eyes fell shut as he rested his body against the younger assassin. "Thank you…"

"Your welcome Ran." With that, the redhead fell into an uneasy sleep still wrapped in the tanned killer's arms.

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"…so he will be fine."

"When?"

There was a pause. "Give him a week, then bring him in to see me." Ran opened his eyes, turning his head to look at the four men that stood in the room. Three of them he knew, but the fourth was an older man he had never seen before in his life. Grey eyes met his own and the man smiled. "I see you are awake now? Are you feeling any better?" Ran said nothing.

"He's kinda quiet." Ken replied, making his way over to sit down beside the redhead who now occupied his bed. "You're looking lot better, Ran." Ken saw rich purple eyes dart from him to the older man and back again. "He is a Kritiker doctor, we called him over to take care of you." He noticed that Ran seemed to relax at those words, his eyes falling closed once again. 'When did I start reading him so well, that I can tell with a look what he wants to know?' The bed shifted as Ken stood back up. "I think he's going to rest for a while, but thank you for coming over so quickly."

Nodding, the doctor grabbed his case. "If you need me, call." Seeing the brunette nod, he turned to walk out of the room.

"I'll show you to the door!" Omi piped, smiling as the two walked away.

Yohji watched the two for a moment, then turning, he looked back at Ken. "You sure you're going to be ok taking care of him?"

Ken nodded. "Yeah, anyway I am sure you would rather work in the shop with Omi that take care of Ran."

"This is very true."

Ken grinned, knowing that it was true. After a moment he looked back over at the self-proclaimed playboy. "Yohji, why don't you just tell Omi flat out how you feel about him?"

The eldest assassin said nothing, then smiled at his friend. "Like he would believe me." Was the answer, the man breathing out in slight frustration. "I figured all the little things I keep throwing at him would be a sure sign."

"Not when you're still hitting on all the girls in the shop and, basically being an idiot. I think Omi might be confused on what you're actions really mean, Yohji."

"You really think so?"

He nodded, walking up to the taller assassin. "I'm sure that's what it is. You know, Omi did always tell us that straight forward honesty was always the best. Just go and tell him that you love him."

"Maybe…"

"Yohji!" Ken shook his head, glaring at the man for a second before walking over to the table where the doctor had left Ran's medicine. "If you don't do it, I don't wanna hear you complaining about how you missed your chance."

"Evil…you are evil." He saw the ex-soccer player smile, making his way back over to the sleeping redhead. "Does that mean your going to tell the Ice Princess that you're falling for him?" Ken's whole body froze, dark eyes meeting Yohji a moment later. "I can see it Ken, you never acted like this with him before. Suddenly you are all buddy-buddy and taking care of him?"

"Am I that obvious?" Ken whispered, his eyes falling on the man lying in his bed. "I thought I was hiding it better than that."

"I admit, at first I wasn't sure. You know, with your whole speech about not wanting to get close. But then I saw the way you would look at him when you thought no one was watching." Yohji paused, pulling out a cigarette. "Actually, he looks at you too."

A blush crossed his cheeks as Ken shook his head. "I'm sure its not because he loves me…or even likes me."

Yohji just rolled his eyes, stepping out into the hall. "Well, good luck KenKen." With that he walked up, hearing the brunette growl at the nickname as he left.

Looking back down at the sleeping assassin, dark eyes wandering over his features. Ran really was beautiful, even now with his pale skin and scarlet hair. He knew when those eyes opened he would be met with the most beautiful royal purple eyes he had even seen. Though, a few hours prior those perfect features had been twisted in pain. `You were dreaming, something was wrong in that dream. Ran, are your memories coming back? Was what happened really that awful that you make yourself suffer like this?' Sighing, he went back to figuring out the dosages on the medicines the Kritiker doctor had left.

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Yohji leaned against the counter, watching as the young blond helped a woman who had come in the store. She had been looking for a bouquet of flowers for her daughter's birthday, Omi had been more than happy to help the woman in her search. Looking down, the older assassin noticed that he was flicking his lighter on and off in a nervous gesture. `Well what do you expect Kudoh, you wanna tell the kid how you feel about him. All you have been able to do is flirt with him, and if Ken is right, the poor mans not sure what to think of all that.' Shoving the lighter back into his pocket, Yohji growled at his conscious for making sense and went back to watching the man that held his desire.

Though Omi was oblivious to the older teammates true feelings, he could tell that he was staring over his way. `He probably thinks the woman I am helping is cute.' He though, frowning to himself. He knew it would be too much to hope that any of Yohji's teasing had been serious. The two men he considered his friends and family both looked on him as a younger brother, not as a potential lover. `I care about Yohji a lot, but I don't want to ruin what we have right now. If I told him how I really felt would I push him away from me?' Glancing back up at the customer, she nodded, confirming that she had decided.

"Are you sure you can have them done by tomorrow morning?" She asked.

Omi smiled, his whole facing lighting up in an almost childish manner. "I promise, by ten in the morning." The woman seemed satisfied with that answer, following the blond up to the register. "Yohji?"

He nodded, pushing himself up from his slouched position. "Yeah?"

"Could you please ring her up and put this ticket over with the others for Ken?" Seeing him nod, Omi walked away to clean up the mess he had been trying to work on before the customer had come in. `I don't think I should say anything…Yohji will never love me the way I love him. I suppose I'm a fool to think otherwise…' A hand on his shoulder made him jump as he turned to meet jade green eyes. "Yohji!"

"Sorry." He answered, taking a step back from the younger male. "I…you know it's almost lunch and since Ken's taking care of Ran…" He paused, looking out the window. `Wow this is harder than I thought it would be.'

"Yohji?"

The taller man looked back down at the bright blue eyes pointed in his direction. "Do you want to go eat with me, Omi?"

"Eat?" He squeaked, a blush crossing his face. "Ah, I mean…go to lunch with you?"

"Yeah." He answered, smiling at the younger males frustration and confusion. "You know, like a date."

"Date?!" The blond just stood there shocked. Yohji was asking him to go out to eat, like it was a date? If the man hadn't been standing before him with that look on his face that said he was enjoying his confusion, Omi would have believed he was dreaming. "You want me to go out with you?" He nodded, a few strands of golden-brown falling in his face before he brushed them back. "Why?" He whispered.

Yohji shrugged, never taking his eyes away from Omi's. "Cuz I like you." He finally said.

"Like me?"

Now Yohji was getting annoyed. `Sometimes this boy is just to innocent for his own good!' Grabbing the blond's wrist, Yohji pulled him to his body as he pressed his lips to Omi`s. The younger assassin just stood there, eyes wide with shock.

`He`s kissing me…Yohji is kissing me?' He thought it would be harder than this; that his mind would have been awash with confusion. It wasn't so, his mind simply shut down accepting the kiss as if it were an everyday thing. Once his mind had accepted it, so did his body. Sky blue eyes slid closed as he pushed his body closer to the man kissing him. When Yohji pulled away Omi kept his eyes closed till he felt fingers brushing his cheeks lightly. "Y-Yohji?"

"I like you a lot, Omi." Blue eyes widened once again as he whispered those words. "I've been trying to get you to see that for a while now, I suppose you thought I was just teasing you." Omi nodded, not trusting himself to speak. "I'm sorry about that, I never wanted to hurt you." He laughed slightly, his face hovering just above the blonds. "To think, it took Ken telling me I was being an idiot for me to admit how I feel about you. I don`t want to ruin our friendship, but I needed you to know."

"I feel the same."

Green eyes widened for a moment before a true smile broke out on Yohji's face. "You mean that?" Omi nodded, returning the smile with one of his own. Wrapping his arms back around the smaller man's waist, the eldest Weiss brushed back blond bangs. "Now, how about that lunch?"

"Yes." He whispered, still surprised that this had happened. "Where do you want to go?" He then asked, pulling off the apron and turning the -open- sign to -closed-.

"That is your choice sweetie, I'll treat."

Ken watched as the two walked out the door, locking it behind them then disappeared from view. `Good job Yohji, I'm proud of you.' The brunette walked back up the stairs smiling at the good deed he had accomplished for the day. `Now to work on my own problems.' He though as he made his way up to his room and the redhead who was there.

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