Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Rain's Instigation ❯ Beauty Burning and Bickering ( Chapter 3 )

Rain's Instigation

Beauty Burning and Bickering - Chapter III

Disclaimer: I've got nothing...I hate the soup…

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The four members of Weiss got out of the car, Aya locking it behind them. Omi had tracked Crashers to the same place that they had been when Aya had lived with them. The white hunters had all their assets were ready to be transferred into Kritiker accounts the minute Omi pressed a button. But before that they had to kill them.

They split up, Omi tracking body heat in the house, away from any fighting but close enough if someone needed assistance. Ken was to set up the explosives, Youji was to go after Pawn and Bishop if Ken or Aya didn't encounter either of them first and Aya was to go after Knight and destroy the files on Crashers computer.

Aya slipped into a room on his left, having memorised the layout of the house years ago, he knew that the best place for the computer was in this room. It had been there when he left and here it was. Crashers was getting sloppy, he thought, frowning. Why would they stay here? He flipped the switch and the machine beeped, turning on. It asked for an 11-digit password. He wasn't a computer genius, and he didn't have that much time. He flipped it back of and grabbed his sheath. He smashed the tower, taking the hard-drive with him and leaving the rest. He hid in the shadows of the room, knowing someone would come because of the noise he had created. Sure enough Pawn slipped into the room, swearing as he noticed the computer. He barely saw the katana coming towards him, only having enough time to gasp as it slid home.

"Ran," he whispered.

"Not Ran, Aya." The assassin corrected, pulling the blade out.

"Murderer." The young man accused.

"Yes." But Pawn was already dead.

Aya left the room, knowing Knight would be in the gym they had created. He heard Youji say Bishop was dead vaguely, a distant note at the back of his mind. The spacious room was filled with black and red candles, and Yuushi stood in the center of the room kondorudarujan in his hand. Aya jumped from the landing he was on down to the floor, landing gracefully right in front of the other man.

"Impressive," the other scorned.

Aya lunged at him.

"Can you kill me, Ran? Somehow i doubt it. I mean I know you walked away but that was because we got too close anyway, wasn't it? Still using your sister as an excuse to be a murderer?" he asked, throwing the questions as him, taunting, all the while dodging and attacking.

"If that's what it takes, then yes, I will kill you. And don't ever speak of my sister again." he threatened, each word signalling another attack.

"Come on Ran, do you remember what we were like together. And I've seen some of the things you've done on private missions; seen the aftermath…you've only gotten better. Between you and me we could take over Kritiker." Knight said, dodging another assault desperately. The blonde could fight but his training had been based solely on taking an oppenent down without killing him, Aya's was not.

"I think not, Yuushi." Aya said, finally sending the blade home, into the man's chest. The blonde stared down at the blade then up into cold violet eyes. He reached out and touched the man's cheek, leaving a small trail of blood down it.

"You were mine first, little orchid. Don't forget that…" he whispered, the life in his eyes fading as Ran vindictively pulled the sword out with a twist.

"Bombay, do you have all the information, you need?" he asked over the intercom, angry that his team-mates had heard that conversation.

"Yeah, all done."

"Siberian, bombs?"

"All we need to do is press the button."

"Balinese?"

"See you later." He responded, speaking vaguely just in case anyone was listening.

There were a few minutes of silence as they all walked away from the building. Then Siberian came back on.

"Everyone clear?"

"Hai."

"Yeah"

"Hn."

Aya stood for a moment, watching a place blow up in flames that could have been a home for him. It really was a pretty sight in a weird sort of way. He turned his back on it and kept on walking to the safe house, taking his time and ignoring his wounds. They were all dead, every one of them killed, three of them by his own team. He had murdered his own ex-lover because they had gotten angry with Kritiker and joined the wrong side. Yuushi had told him not forget and he wouldn't. The three had not been some nameless evil he needed to get off the organisation's back. They had been - for a short period of time - his team. The nightmares over random people were bad enough but if he could kill that team on Persia's demand, what would stop him form killing this one? Pain and guilt twisted into a knot in his stomach, far more excruciating then his wounds. He shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind as he reached the safehouse, knowing the others would be waiting for him.

The other three were there as Aya walked in, quietly shutting the door behind him. Ken had his bugnuks out but Omi was busy concentrating on fixing Youji's wound. It seemed Bishop had got a good swipe at him before he died. Youji looked up at him and grinned before yelping in pain as Omi cleaned it, muttering something about bloodthirsty ingrates. Ken slipped off to shower and to go to bed, now that Aya was here to look after the other two since they were preoccupied. Omi stepped away from the other blonde saying he would be fine, and he too went to go take a shower, yawning as he did so now that the adrenaline had worn off.

"You've got some blood on your check," Youji said, reaching over to wipe it off. Aya flinched away from the touch. He moved away, ignoring Youji's frown as he walked to the window and fiddled with the blinds until he could see out but no one could see in. It was a beautiful night - the sky a dark violet with sparkling diamonds for stars. How ironic that something as ugly as murder could happen on a night like this.

Omi appeared, saying he was done and it was Aya's turn. Aya left to go take a shower gratefully. He let the hot water beat down on his body. He stepped out, conscious that Omi was waiting for him to get out so he could go to bed, as Youji had taken a shower before they'd patched up his wound but was in a bit too much pain to do a heck of a lot alone. He changed into a pair of cotton pants, placing the towel around his neck to catch the excess water from his hair. He stepped out into the hall and then to the living room, telling Omi to go to bed. The young man left the two alone as Aya went back to the window.

"So Knight was your lover." Youji said, obviously asking for more information with that statement.

"Aa." Was all he said, forcing Youji to pull teeth if he wanted answers to all his questions. Aya was hoping he didn't want it that badly. Unfortunately he wasn't so lucky.

"So how long were you two in a relationship?"

Aya sighed and contemplated telling Youji it wasn't any of his business. Youji would probably leave him alone if he got the blonde angry enough. But then he would have to deal with a sulky Youji, a Youji who would probably just get him drunk and ask him then, or something Youji-ish like that.

"A couple months." He still wasn't going to spill it all in one big convenient lump.

"Why'd you split it off?" he could hear the man gritting his teeth, but resisted the urge to turn around so he could actually see the pain in the ass annoyed.

"I was only there as a temporary replacement. I needed some things Crashers couldn't give me. I left on my own terms."

"What kind of terms?"

"In the middle of the night." He said, knowing how bad that sounded.

"How Aya-like." Youji murmured and Aya whirled on him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he snapped, ire rising and only increasing at Youji's triumphant look.

"Just that I could see you leaving in the middle of the night to avoid unwanted questions."

"Well then why haven't I left now?" he bit out and Youji shrugged looking like he seriously didn't know.

"It was different than that anyway." Aya muttered, feeling the need to justify himself.

"How?"

Aya closed his eyes, leaning his head against the cool window. "Kritiker did not want the rest of Crashers to get attached as I was only there temporarily. I was told I would be relocated, I left instead - worked solo for a while."

"Why'd you come back, then?" Youji questioned, sounding eager for the little bits of information on Weiss' enigma.

"I don't want to talk about it," Aya stated, looking straight into Youji's eyes.

Youji shrugged, "figured you'd clam up sometime. He flopped down on the couch behind him, lighting a cigarette and watching Aya from behind his sunglasses. Aya turned back to outside the window. Youji was asleep in that position when Aya turned around to check some unknown amount of time later. The redhead grabbed a blanket from the cupboard and placed it over the man who was half falling out of the small couch. How many times had he done this lately? He couldn't remember, often though. He stood back out to gaze out to the night. Whatever happened he would keep watch. He wouldn't fail another team. Besides, he was not eager to see the dreams that awaited him.