Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 12
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 990 | Visits: 265 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 990 | Visits: 265 | Status: Completed
12
Yohji didn’t see anymore guards around. He had Omi and Ken listening in on his comm., making sure they knew exactly what was going on.
“Screw the mission, Balinese, find Aya and get the hell out of there!” Ken told him.
“That was the plan,” Yohji agreed. To hell with the mission. He was going to bring Aya home and kick his ass for being so stupid.
Yohji stepped over another body. It looked like whoever Aya hadn’t killed Yohji had killed while they’d tried to escape. How many people were here?
The place was a fortress. If people hadn’t been racing out the doors and leaving them wide open Yohji wasn’t sure how he would’ve gotten in without a real plan.
He didn’t have time for a plan. He could tell by the number of bodies that he was stepping over that he was already running out of time. Even Aya wasn’t lucky enough to make it out of here alive with so many people.
Yohji’s eyes scanned the room as he walked around another body. There were blood splashes that didn’t match the bodies. The way the splashes went he could tell it was from someone swinging something. And being that the guards all had guns on them he could guess it was from Aya’s sword.
So instead of trying to go from room to room Yohji started following the blood splashes that looked like they were made from a sword.
He paused when the sound of wheezing breaths caught his attention. Part of him hoped it was Aya, but another real part of him hoped that it wasn’t. If Aya was breathing like that he was hurt.
Yohji ran out of the room and into the hall where he could hear the rasping. He nearly tripped on Aya’s sword as he rounded the corner.
Aya was laying there on the ground beside a man in a black suit. The swordsman was barely moving, just breathing with his eyes screwed shut.
“Aya!” Yohji shouted, dropping to his knees next to him.
“I’m in hell,” Aya chuckled, his eyes sliding half open.
“No, hell is going to be when I get you home and stable. Then I’m going to kick your ass,” Yohji kissed his forehead, carefully pulling Aya up into his arms.
“Idiot, like I’d…ever…say no to a mission.” Aya had a point there. Yohji hadn’t thought of it that way. But it didn’t make it right.
“I’m getting you out of here,” Yohji lifted him up. It was awkward, trying to hold onto him without squeezing the wounds. He didn’t’ want to cause Aya to bleed out any faster.
“Sword,” Aya reminded him. Yohji’s back screamed as he crouched back down, still holding Aya, and inched the redhead closer to the sword. Aya’s shaking hand slid around the handle and clutched it tight.
“We good?” Yohji asked. When Aya didn’t answer Yohji stood back up.
“Aya, I need you to keep talking. It’ll keep me from panicking.”
“Why?” Aya asked. Normally that question would have Yohji ripping his hair out. He’d heard Aya ask it so much lately, that it actually made him feel a little bit better.
“Because I love you, you stupid ass. The hell do you think I was so mad at you?” Yohji nearly jumped when Aya’s hand came into his vision. The redhead traced a finger down Yohji’s cheek where he hadn’t realized a tear had escaped.
Yohji carried him as fast as he could, but it wasn’t easy when there were so many bodies to try to stumble around.
Yohji sighed with relief when he finally found the doors. He ran as fast as he could with Aya all the way back to his car.
“I’m going to get you to the hospital,” Yohji assured him as he set Aya in the passenger seat and buckled him in. Aya sagged against the seatbelt.
Yohji got in, buckled up, and sped away.
“Home, not the hospital,” Aya said, his head lolling around against the seat.
“I think I should be the one in control of the situation, not a guy who’s bleeding to death because he was stupid enough to take the mission in the first place,” Yohji teased, but his heart was hammering desperately in his chest.
“You should’ve just told me you loved me,” Aya said, those slitted violet eyes finding his when Yohji spared a second to look at him.
“Yeah, because its so easy to say things like that to you. I was just a curiosity to you. I was trying to show you with actions how I felt. You just never clued in.” What Yohji wouldn’t give to kiss him right now, just to show the redhead one more time what he meant. Yeah, Yohji had always been a somewhat considerate lover, but he’d done everything he could to show Aya.
Yohji pulled up in front of the Magicbus hospital.
“I…”Aya’s eyes slid shut. Yohji cursed as he carried Aya out of the car.
“Don’t worry baby, I won’t let you die.” Yohji promised. But he knew he couldn’t keep that promise. Hell, he couldn’t even hold onto Aya, he had to give him over to the doctors.
Author’s notes: yay, there’s my chapter!
Yohji didn’t see anymore guards around. He had Omi and Ken listening in on his comm., making sure they knew exactly what was going on.
“Screw the mission, Balinese, find Aya and get the hell out of there!” Ken told him.
“That was the plan,” Yohji agreed. To hell with the mission. He was going to bring Aya home and kick his ass for being so stupid.
Yohji stepped over another body. It looked like whoever Aya hadn’t killed Yohji had killed while they’d tried to escape. How many people were here?
The place was a fortress. If people hadn’t been racing out the doors and leaving them wide open Yohji wasn’t sure how he would’ve gotten in without a real plan.
He didn’t have time for a plan. He could tell by the number of bodies that he was stepping over that he was already running out of time. Even Aya wasn’t lucky enough to make it out of here alive with so many people.
Yohji’s eyes scanned the room as he walked around another body. There were blood splashes that didn’t match the bodies. The way the splashes went he could tell it was from someone swinging something. And being that the guards all had guns on them he could guess it was from Aya’s sword.
So instead of trying to go from room to room Yohji started following the blood splashes that looked like they were made from a sword.
He paused when the sound of wheezing breaths caught his attention. Part of him hoped it was Aya, but another real part of him hoped that it wasn’t. If Aya was breathing like that he was hurt.
Yohji ran out of the room and into the hall where he could hear the rasping. He nearly tripped on Aya’s sword as he rounded the corner.
Aya was laying there on the ground beside a man in a black suit. The swordsman was barely moving, just breathing with his eyes screwed shut.
“Aya!” Yohji shouted, dropping to his knees next to him.
“I’m in hell,” Aya chuckled, his eyes sliding half open.
“No, hell is going to be when I get you home and stable. Then I’m going to kick your ass,” Yohji kissed his forehead, carefully pulling Aya up into his arms.
“Idiot, like I’d…ever…say no to a mission.” Aya had a point there. Yohji hadn’t thought of it that way. But it didn’t make it right.
“I’m getting you out of here,” Yohji lifted him up. It was awkward, trying to hold onto him without squeezing the wounds. He didn’t’ want to cause Aya to bleed out any faster.
“Sword,” Aya reminded him. Yohji’s back screamed as he crouched back down, still holding Aya, and inched the redhead closer to the sword. Aya’s shaking hand slid around the handle and clutched it tight.
“We good?” Yohji asked. When Aya didn’t answer Yohji stood back up.
“Aya, I need you to keep talking. It’ll keep me from panicking.”
“Why?” Aya asked. Normally that question would have Yohji ripping his hair out. He’d heard Aya ask it so much lately, that it actually made him feel a little bit better.
“Because I love you, you stupid ass. The hell do you think I was so mad at you?” Yohji nearly jumped when Aya’s hand came into his vision. The redhead traced a finger down Yohji’s cheek where he hadn’t realized a tear had escaped.
Yohji carried him as fast as he could, but it wasn’t easy when there were so many bodies to try to stumble around.
Yohji sighed with relief when he finally found the doors. He ran as fast as he could with Aya all the way back to his car.
“I’m going to get you to the hospital,” Yohji assured him as he set Aya in the passenger seat and buckled him in. Aya sagged against the seatbelt.
Yohji got in, buckled up, and sped away.
“Home, not the hospital,” Aya said, his head lolling around against the seat.
“I think I should be the one in control of the situation, not a guy who’s bleeding to death because he was stupid enough to take the mission in the first place,” Yohji teased, but his heart was hammering desperately in his chest.
“You should’ve just told me you loved me,” Aya said, those slitted violet eyes finding his when Yohji spared a second to look at him.
“Yeah, because its so easy to say things like that to you. I was just a curiosity to you. I was trying to show you with actions how I felt. You just never clued in.” What Yohji wouldn’t give to kiss him right now, just to show the redhead one more time what he meant. Yeah, Yohji had always been a somewhat considerate lover, but he’d done everything he could to show Aya.
Yohji pulled up in front of the Magicbus hospital.
“I…”Aya’s eyes slid shut. Yohji cursed as he carried Aya out of the car.
“Don’t worry baby, I won’t let you die.” Yohji promised. But he knew he couldn’t keep that promise. Hell, he couldn’t even hold onto Aya, he had to give him over to the doctors.
Author’s notes: yay, there’s my chapter!