Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schrecken ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: Gore. Chills. Anything you can associate with horror.

Disclaimer: I only borrow them to harass and torture. They belong to Koyasu and Project Weiss.

Note: Random pairings sprout up for the other characters but Yohji/Aya is a given. Set in a world where Schwartz and Weiss are not bitter enemies, only two teams on different sides of the chess board.

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"Man, why did that avalanche have to bury the Villa Weiss? Now we are stuck in this crummy little town." The complaints never stopped from the soccer player. It had been the entire ride to the small town and they hadn't even made it to the building they were supposed to be staying in.

"Shut up Ken. Kritkir almost took this vacation away from us and I'm looking forward to not having to take any missions for awhile." The tall blond whapped the former soccer player on the back of the head before heading across the store to peer over a certain red headed swordsman's shoulder. "Find your tea, love?" he asked quietly, brushing his lips against the shell of Aya's ear as he spoke.

The pale man shivered and pulled the box off of the shelf. He handed it to the blond and shifted away from the taller man to walk down a tiny aisle to find Omi. The boy was busy choosing something for them to make for dinner that night that he didn't notice the red head sneaking up on him. "Aya-kun!" he started, "You scared me." He then held up two separate packages until Aya motioned to one of them. Omi tossed that one into the basket he carried.

Aya walked with Omi to the checkout. "Kudoh. Hidaka." He glanced to the rack of candy next to the cashier and grabbed a chocolate bar.

"Kitty has a sweet tooth." Yohji came up behind the red head and settled his chin on his lover's shoulder.

The swordsman stiffened, not having heard Yohji come up behind him. He elbowed him lightly in the stomach then stepped up to set the chocolate on the counter. "You're paying, Kudoh."

"What? Kuso..." The blond fished in his back pocket for his wallet as Ken snickered at him. He dropped the tea box onto the counter and mumbled something about bad tempered red head's before he opened his wallet and pulled out a few yen.

The old woman eyed them carefully and rung up their items. "Are you the people staying in the Kotono place?" She waited for their answer, holding Aya's tea in one hand. Lively dark eyes peered down through a set of spectacles at a price chart on the other side of the old register.

Aya blinked at the knowing statement and studied the old woman for a moment. Deciding she wasn't a threat, he answered. "Hai."

Something like a grunt came from the woman as she hit a few keys on the register. "That place has a history..." Her voice trailed off as she turned to look at the men on the other side of the counter. She shook her head and finished ringing up their purchases.

Yohji handed her the yen as Omi and Ken slipped their food into paper bags. Aya grabbed his chocolate bar and put it into his coat pocket, earning a snicker from the taller blond. "Thank you," the red head murmured to the woman as the four of them turned to leave.

"Ganbatte," came her reply. She watched them all climb into a car then turned, shaking her head.

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"Oi, where is this place supposed to be?" Yohji had been driving mostly in silence. They had been out of the town and on a back road for at least an hour. "You better be reading those directions right, Ay-an." He stressed the red head's hated nickname.

"Urasai na," Aya hissed back at the nickname. He studied the directions and glanced up, then back down to the map spread over his legs. "Take the next road. It should be the only drive."

"Hai hai!" Yohji gave a sort of one handed salute that only had his lover growling at him. He chuckled at the sound. "Lighten up, Aya. If Kritkir chose the place, I'm sure it's fine."

Aya wanted to argue with that. He had never heard of this place and Manx even sounded a bit wary of it when she called on the phone. But, Kritkir had chosen it for them since the Villa Weiss was under several meters of snow. He turned his gaze up as Yohji made the turn into the drive.

Trees lined the drive as Yohji's Seven sped over the pavement. Aya could see the gates up ahead. They were well maintained but that wasn't what caught his attention, it was the looming building behind. It would have looked more at home in a place like Europe but here it was, in the middle of Japan. The impressive structure probably had about two floors and was mostly plain on the outside. As they drew closer, there were tell tale signs of renovation, as if the building had been changed several times over the years.

"Sugoi," Omi murmured from the backseat as he leaned forward to get a good look at the building through the windshield. "It's so big."

"Hn." That was another thing. It was huge just for the four of them. Maybe there were other people staying too. Manx had mentioned something about a staff, unsure if they were actually going to be there to tend to the four assassins, they decided to make a little stop on the way in, just in case.

Seven came to a slow halt at the front gates and an old man waddled out and pulled the left side open. Yohji guided the car in and shook his head. "Looks like you got that meal for nothing, chibi."

"Maaa," Omi huffed and glared at the older man. "Quit calling me chibi!" Bright blue eyes shifted over the building as they drew closer to the house.

Seven slowed near the entrance and the four assassins climbed out. Yohji walked around back and popped the trunk open. He pulled his leather duffel out and then grabbed Aya's grey duffel. The red head glared at him and reached for his bag only to have it pulled from his reach. "I've got it."

"I'm not an invalid, Kudoh." He snagged the shopping bag from Omi and walked towards the door.

Yohji smirked and followed his lover to the door, leaving Omi and Ken to get their own bags.

Aya glared at his lover over his shoulder and was about to insult the blond when the door in front of him lurched open. His attention sharply returned to the thick wooden thing, a look of scorn on his features. He had almost jumped at the sudden opening of the door. Almost.

"Go in, Ayan."

Yohji was behind him as he stared at the door that appeared to be opened by no one. He glared at the blond and stepped in. "Quit calling me that," he mumbled as his gaze traveled over the inside of the building.

Omi bounced in behind the older blond and grinned brightly at the foyer that stretched out in front of them. Manx had been right, the place was a gem. The style was more Victorian than anything, he finally decided as he puzzled over a few of the paintings. "Sugoi! I love it here already."

The bags Yohji was carrying made a muffled thump as they fell to the ground. Long arms slid around Aya's waist and warm breath mussed his hair. "Mmm... I can't wait to see the bedroom." He brushed his lips beneath the red head's ear. "How about you, love?"

"Hn." He tilted his head away from the warm breath but relaxed against Yohji's body.

"You always have had a way with words.. Ow!" The blond moved a hand to his ribs.

Aya stepped away from him and cast him a smirk. Omi giggled next to him. "He got you, Yohji-kun."

Yohji mumbled and picked up the bags, shifting them to one hand. He patted the red head's ass and shifted away to put Ken in between him in Aya.

The red head made an indignant sound and glared at his fleeing lover. He made a mental note to get Yohji back later. A slight smirk moved over his features as he thought about it.

"Fujimiya, Kudoh, Tsukiyono, Hidaka?"

Their attention shifted to the gnarled old woman that peered around the back of the door. She seemed to glare at all of them, letting her gaze comb over each of the young men without caring that they noticed.

"That's us," Yohji spoke with a light tone.

The old woman hmphed. "I'm Natsumari-san." She pushed the door shut behind the assassins and began to stride over to the stairwell. "I'll be your cook. I don't live here so all meals will be at specific times. If you miss them, you'll have to fend for yourselves."

Ken followed the old woman when she glanced angrily back at them. Omi was on his heels with Yohji sauntering along behind. Aya eyed the woman before he schooled his features and followed his lover up the stairs. The woman bugged him.

"There are six other guests besides the four of you. Two are already here. The other four arrive tomorrow." She led them down the hall. "Your rooms are here. The first one here is the largest of the three, although they are all about the same size." She faced them. "Dinner will be at six o'clock." The old woman moved by them.

"Thank you!" Omi called after her but he didn't receive a reply. The youth shrugged. "I guess the first room belongs to Yohji and Aya." The blond snagged the shopping back from the red head. He walked past it and headed for the second door. "Try not to keep me up, will you two?"

"I can't promise anything, chibi. Aya is a screa- OW!" He put a hand on his back and glared over his shoulder.

"You are the noisy one." Aya reached for the doors to their room.

"That's only because you can't hear yourself." The blond followed the red head into the room, leaving a chuckling Ken in the hallway. He pushed the doors shut behind him.

"On the bed."

"What?" Yohji paused in carrying their bags over to the dresser.

"Get on the bed, Kudoh." Aya seemed annoyed that he had to tell the blond twice.

"But, what about unpacking?" The blond walked towards the bed, climbing on and turning so he was sprawled out on his back. He propped himself up on his elbows.

"Unpack later. Sex now." The red head moved to straddle Yohji's waist, pushing the blond down.

"I like the way you think, love." Yohji pushed his hands up underneath the red head's sweater.

"Shut up, Yohji."

"Mmmk."

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Blue eyes shifted over the room he had chosen. There was a painting on the far wall of a man in a kimono, looking mildly entertained with the world. Omi smirked at the portrait and stuck his tongue out at it. "Time to relax!" He flopped down on the bed and let out a contented sigh. Weiss had really needed a vacation.

The muffled sound of bags being shoved around could be heard through the wall. Omi sighed and pondered on banging on the wall to get them to keep it down. Mildly, he wondered how two people could have sex so much and not get sick of it.

For a moment, his mind wandered to what it would be like to be in his teammates' position. A blush crept over his face and he hopped up, grabbing the grocery bag to take down stairs. He'd have to find something less embarrassing to occupy his mind with, if only he could get the images to stay out of his mind.

He hurried down the corridor, glancing at the unusual portraits and paintings as he passed with his cheeks still tinted red.

"Ah! Go-gomen.." The youth stopped short as he almost collided with a taller person. Blue eyes shifted up and blinked at the man in front of him.

"You shouldn't be running around here like that," the deep voice scolded.

Omi blinked again. "Ah..." He smiled sheepishly and studied the man. The man was probably only a few years older than Yohji but he wore the years bad. His features were worn and he held himself like he had been in the military one too many years. "Omi Tsukiyono." The blond offered his hand.

"Takashi Matsuda." The older man shook Omi's hand. "What were you in such a hurry for?"

Color crept back onto the youth's cheeks. "Oh... I was looking for the kitchen. I need to put this stuff away."

The older gave a light smile. "I'm heading that way myself." He led Omi to the kitchen, chatting idly about himself and his girlfriend. Apparently, they were here for a weekend getaway and would be gone on Sunday.

Omi glanced at all the paintings as they passed. Some of them were more recent, and obviously prints but there were some that stood out among them. Those were the ones that seemed to speak to their audience. Mostly, they were portraits but, there were some paintings of places. Places that Omi had never seen and wouldn't probably ever see in his lifetime.

Matsuda held open the door to the kitchen for Omi and the youth hurried in, pulling his attention away from the art. He glanced around the room before locating the refrigerator and heading towards it. His companion busied himself with finding a few wine glasses. Omi put all of his groceries away, making sure to leave the tea out where Aya would find it. Or, where Yohji would find it for that matter. If Omi had to guess, he bet that Aya wouldn't be making an appearance for awhile. When they decided to stay in for the day, the only one of them that usually made an appearance was Yohji. Aya had the playboy by the balls, literally, Omi decided with a smirk.

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Long fingers trailed over pale flesh, tracing little patterns on the sensitized flesh. "Yohji." Aya squirmed beneath the touch, rolling onto his stomach and on top of his lover. He placed his hands over Yohji's wrists.

"Ticklish, much?" The comment earned the blond a slight glare. Yohji noted that it was more of a reaction than anything with real menace behind it. "I love you." Green eyes shifted over Aya's face.

A slight smile graced the red head's features. "I love you too." He leaned down and pressed his lips against Yohji's. The kiss deepened as Yohji opened his mouth to Aya. Letting himself focus on the kiss and nothing but the kiss, the red head relaxed against the blond.

They finally broke apart in a few short kisses. Aya folded his arms over Yohji's chest and rested his chin on his arms. Now that his wrists were free, he tugged the sheets up over Aya's bare backside. The blond rested his hands at the small of Aya's back. His fingers kneaded the skin gently.

"Mmm... Yohji?" Violet eyes opened slowly to peer at the blond.

"Yeah, love?"

"Go get some tea."

Green eyes flew open and studied Aya's face. "That would mean you would have to move." He waited for the red head to change his mind but the pale man just rolled off of Yohji, tugging the sheets over his bare skin.

Yohji shook his head at his lover and stood, walking over to grab his jeans from where they had been thrown that afternoon when they had settled into their room. He made sure to give Aya a nice view of his bare ass before he pulled on his jeans.

Green eyes flashed as he cast a smile to the red head. "If I'm not back in 15 minutes, send a search party."

The red head rolled his eyes. "Kudoh, if you aren't back in 15 minutes, your ass is sleeping outside."

Yohji chuckled as he walked out of the room. He would be back before the red head knew it. The door to Omi's room was just closing as he turned to walk down the hall. A smirk graced his features. The chibi would have better luck getting some peace and quiet now.

The blond padded down the hallway. He reached the main stairs and started down, only to almost run head first into a maid. "Sorry," he apologized.

The woman looked up from her arm load of towels and blushed at the sight of the blond. "I wasn't paying attention. It's my fault."

He waved the comment off and moved to continue down the stairs. "Oh, where is the kitchen?" He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to look up at the pretty girl.

"Down the hallway. You can't miss it, Kudoh-san." She blushed and hurried up the stairs.

A puzzled look crossed his features at her knowing his name. He then shrugged, figuring that she must have over heard them or talked to her boss.

True to what the maid has said, Yohji found the kitchen at the end of the corridor. He felt uneasy as passed through the hallway, though. Paintings loomed to either side of him and he got the distinct feeling that he was being watched and studied. As he entered the kitchen, the feeling disappeared.

Shaking his head, Yohji walked to the stove to find a kettle with water in it waiting for him. He smiled and made a mental note to thank Omi when he saw him later. Making a quick check of the cabinets, he grabbed some mugs and poured the water, using the tea they had bought earlier.

A quick search of the pantry produced come cookies. The blond then went to investigate the contents of the fridge. He pulled open the door and froze. "Holy shit."

Inside, sat a jar filled with pale yellow liquid. But, that wasn't what had Yohji staring wide eyed at the jar. It was the head suspended inside the liquid. The vacant eye sockets were open and staring out of the pale liquid, seeming to focus on Yohji. The mouth hung open, making it look like the head was trapped in an eternal scream.

Yohji began backing away from the fridge, the hand that had opened the refrigerator was shaking. He finally collided with the counter that ran across the center of the room. He didn't seem to notice it at all as his gaze was still locked on the jar. "This.. what the hell?" The blond shook his head, trying to clear his mind and looked back into the fridge.

The only things that were there were fresh vegetables, milk, and other typical items. No head. No jar. Yohji shook his head and looked again, still only seeing the usual contents of a refrigerator. "I must be seeing things..."

He just pushed the appliance's door closed and walked over to pick up his tray. Maybe it was his mind just finally shifting over to vacation mode. He didn't know but all he could think of was how real the head had looked. It could have been any of the victims of Weiss.

"Come on, Kudoh. You're losing it." Yohji turned and headed back upstairs. He managed to not run into any member of the staff but the feeling he had gotten in the hallway downstairs was still there. He brushed it off, attributing it to the stress of his job finally leaving him.

Opening the door to his room, Yohji was greeted with the lovely sight of his very naked lover sprawled across the sheets. "Mmm, aren't you cold?"

Violet eyes shifted up from the pages of the book Aya had brought along to rest on his lover. He placed his glasses on top of the book and set them both on the nightstand. "A little. Get over here and warm me up."

That was one command Yohji couldn't say no to as he crossed the room, setting the tray down on the bed. He discarded his jeans for the second time that day and urged his lover beneath the covers as he did the same. His mind drifted back to what he had seen in the kitchen for a moment but he quickly decided against telling the red head. He didn't need Aya calling him insane for the rest of the vacation. There were much better things the red head could be doing with that voice.

The blond wrapped his arms around his lover, pulling the red head to sit between his legs. Aya obliged and leaned back against Yohji's chest. Pressing his lips just below Aya's ear, Yohji held his lover as they enjoyed their tea.

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Ken bounced the ball against the wall, letting it bounce on the floor before he caught it. So far, he wasn't impressed with this place. There wasn't anything for him to do. It would get dark soon so walking around in a strange place was out of the question, even if he was an assassin. He didn't need to get lost and he was good at that.

He sighed and hugged his soccer ball to his chest as he fell back on the bed. This was boring. At least at the Villa Weiss Ken had tapes he could watch. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure there was a television in this building. This was turning out to be a great vacation.

"What the hell?" Ken bolted upright when he heard a loud banging sound. "Yohji... goddamn hentai bastard," he mumbled.

The banging sounded again and he was tempted to curse his blond teammate when he realized that it was coming from the outside wall. Ken blinked and slowly stood, carefully moving towards the wall. The banging sounded louder and the soccer player could have sworn he saw the wall between the windows dip forward.