Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Run ❯ Kiss ( Chapter 7 )

 

Nagi walked slowly into the warehouse. Cold anger building with every step he took. He paused directly in front of the man in chains. Reaching up he unlocked the manacles binding the other man's wrists. He slumped instantly to the floor.

 

“Stand up,” Nagi ordered.

 

The other man looked up at him through strands of blonde hair. “I can't,” he said dully. “You, Berserker and Oracle have made sure of that.”

 

Nagi used his gifts and levered him up to a semi standing position. Hanging more than anything like a puppet with only one string left to hold him.

 

“It really is too bad,” Nagi said, looking at the other man critically. “I sincerely wish I had the time and patience to play with you longer. It would be entertaining to see if Farf's theory is correct.”

 

“I don't think I even want to know,” he said hollowly.

 

Nagi smirked. “Probably not.” He put one hand into the other man's hair and turned his head first one way then another. Ignoring the hisses of pain this elicited from him. “You know,” Nagi said conversationally. “I can almost see why Schuldig stayed with you in spite of everything. You are exceptionally lovely.”

 

“Monster.”

 

“Yes. That I am. But at least it is something I have always admitted to being.”

 

There was naturally no response from the other man. Nagi focused his gift on the other man's chest. Seeing through the wall of flesh, bone and muscle to the interior organs. Specifically the lungs. He began methodically shutting off the small then the larger portions of the bronchial tree. Causing the other man to gasp and fight for breath.

 

“Just . . . let . . . me . . . die!” the other man wheezed.

 

“You know,” Nagi said, paying absolutely no attention to what the other man was saying. “It's thought the soul is released in the last breath a person breathes. I wonder if that's true.”

 

Nagi stepped close to the other man and took his head in both hands. Eyes dulled by pain and torture looked back at him, not really caring what might happen to him next.

 

“Let's find out, shall we,” Nagi whispered into his ear.

 

Nagi brushed light kisses along his cheek to his lips. Feathering more soft kisses against his mouth until the unwilling lips parted.

 

Breathe one last time for me.

 

The other man shuddered slightly as Nagi forcibly shut down his lungs. Nagi inhaled as the other man surrendered his last breath. He stepped back, closing his eyes and tilting his head slightly as if to truly absorb that last exhalation. Almost savoring it as one would a drink of fine wine or an exceptionally good cigar. He opened his eyes and watched the other man fight for a breath that wasn't going to come to him.

 

“The law of threes. How long a human being survives when deprived of something necessary to life. Three weeks without food. Three days without water. Three minutes without air. I imagine it will be the longest three minutes of your very short life,” he said smiling.

 

The other man smiled ever so slightly as his eyes began to glaze over. See you in hell.

 

Probably.

 

 

Five minutes later Nagi dragged the limp body to the car and headed away from the abandoned warehouse toward Tokyo.

 

Upon arriving at his destination he opened the car door with his gift and kicked the body out onto the walkway then dragged it along behind him as he walked to the door.

 

He paused, looking at the well kept little house. Surrounded by flowers and trees. All it needed was a white picket fence to be idyllic. He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. A few moments later a red haired man opened the door. His eyes widened when he saw the body of a former friend and colleague.

 

“What the hell happened?”

 

Nagi gave him the short version of what had happened to Schuldig. Aya nodded. Understanding. Assassin's code of honor, what little there was of it. “You harm what's mine, you die.” Simple and straightforward. No frills. No excuses. No quarter asked and certainly none given.

 

“I'll take care of it,” Aya said. “I'm glad you brought him here instead of taking him to Ken.”

 

“Why is that?”

 

“Ken's married. He has a wife and two kids that were hers from a previous marriage,” Aya said, smiling a little. “Soccer mom.”

 

“Why does that not surprise me,” Nagi said, starting to walk away.

 

“Nagi?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Are you okay? I know this had to be hard for you to do.”

 

“It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be.”

 

Aya nodded and watched him walk to the car and leave. Then looked down at the body of his former colleague and friend. Not wanting to believe what Nagi had told him. Somehow it rang true. Aya had not wanted to notice the fading bruises on Schuldig when he'd visited. He had not wanted to see Schuldig flinch every time someone raised a hand too fast or moved toward him too quickly. Had literally made himself blind to the fact that someone he thought he'd known well had grown into something he could barely fathom much less recognize.

 

He leaned against the doorframe, not really knowing what to do about this. He supposed he should call Kritker. Surely they would know what to do with an assassin's body. There was still a sick rolling feeling in his stomach that he couldn't shake. He felt like he had somehow wronged Schuldig for not paying closer attention. Maybe he could have stopped the abuse somehow.

 

He sighed a little when he heard footsteps behind him. There was a sharp intake of breath and a tentative touch on his shoulder.

 

“What happened?” the blonde asked.

 

Aya smiled sadly and wrapped his arms around his lover.

 

“I guess he was a Takatori after all.”

 

 

********************************Author's Notes************************************

 

Okay everyone let the bitching and screaming begin.