Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schrecken ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Aya dropped to his knees with his lover's body. He cradled the blond against him. "Don't do this to me again, Yohji..."

The apparition hovered nearby, ultimately confused at the results of her attack. It was wrong. He was wrong. This wasn't the way.

"Mama..." the little girl murmured, murky tears appearing on her pale cheeks. "You hurt him."

"Please, Yohji." Aya pushed Yohji's hair out of the way, stroking the side of his face.

Nagi held tightly onto Omi's arm, restraining the boy so he didn't foolishly rush towards the other assassins.

"Mama!" Kyoko tugged at her mother's dress.

Yumiko stared at Yohji, nothing showing on her cold, ghastly face.

"Yohji, wake up." Aya held him close. "You can't do this to me." He looked up to the apparition. "Your vendetta against those men is killing someone I care about." He glared. "We didn't kill your family. You have no right to do this!"

Omi stepped forward, pulling away from Nagi. "Please. Killing other people is not going to bring them back." So says the assassin who is part of a team that kills for vengeance. He even appeared to be near tears.

Schuldig sneered. "Letting Yohji die only hurts you more. If he doesn't walk out of here..." He cursed under his breath. Threatening a ghost wasn't going to do anything.

"Mama, you have to let him go." Kyoko was crying, tears trailing down her face.

Yumiko stretched out a hand, brushing her fingers over the shining trails on her daughter's face.

She withdrew her hand and turned her gaze to Yohji and Aya. Aya held the blond close, ignoring Yumiko's approach. Her hand stretched towards Yohji. She brushed her fingertips over his cheek.

Yohji gasped, his body arching in Aya's embrace as he sucked in air. He grabbed the front of Aya's shirt and coughed. The air hurt in the rush it made into his emptied lungs.

Aya watched his lover like a hawk. When Yohji finished coughing, he hugged him, holding him close for the lack of words to express his relief.

"You must leave." Kyoko wiped at the tears, sniffling through her words.

"We paid through the weekend." Brad's calm, calculating voice had Nagi and Omi turning to stare incredulously at him.

"No, no. Leave. Go somewhere else." Kyoko hiccupped through a sob.

Aya did not have to be told twice as he helped Yohji to his feet. He wrapped an arm around the blond's waist even as Yohji draped an arm over his shoulder.

Yohji was still wheezing. His throat felt raw and his lungs scorched. It was like they needed to get used to the concept of air again, even it if was only a short time without it. He stumbled alongside Aya as they headed out the door. Omi and Nagi followed them.

Farfarfello studied the apparition for a moment longer. Finally nodding, he tightened his arm around Ken's waist and guided the man out the front door.

Outside, Aya helped Yohji into the passenger seat of Seven. Nagi stood near Omi, attempting to figure out how to say goodbye. Schuldig suddenly appeared next to Aya.

"Dear Ken Ken and Farfie are on their way out." He stopped, seeming to be thinking. Suddenly, he cursed. "She's going to bring the house down."

"What do you mean?" Aya straightened, turning around to face the German.

"Rubble. She's going to turn the house into rubble." He did a quick mental scan. "Aw, fuck." [Bradley!] He took a few steps towards the building only to see Ken and Farfarfello come out, Farfarfello still supporting Ken. Schuldig hurried over to the door even as the building began to shake from minor tremors. "Bradley!"

Ken looked better than he had, as if the excruciating pain in his arm had disappeared. He pulled away from Farfarfello. Schuldig hurried past him and jarred his injured arm as he did so. Ken reached the vehicles and hesitated a moment. He turned around and shared a long look with Farfarfello. He climbed in the car immediately after, cradling his arm against his chest.

Farfarfello turned one golden eye to the building. It was shaking even harder by now and Brad still hadn't come out. "She wants him."

Schuldig was running when he reached the foyer again. "Bradley." He stopped short.

Yumiko had her arms around Crawford's waist. He brushed his fingers through her hair and smiled. They looked so comfortable. It was like they belonged together.

Schuldig stared, almost gaped. Crawford never smiled for him. It hurt, unbelievably. "Bradley, we have to go."

Crawford ignored him, seemingly lost in Yumiko's eyes. He wasn't even fazed by the plaster beginning to fall from the ceiling and walls. Even Kyoko was silent.

"Crawford." Schuldig moved closer, he held out his hand. "Brad." He tried his power. It was still dampened inside of the building. Moving closer, he put his hand on his lover's shoulder.

Yumiko's gaze snapped to Schuldig. You aren't ruining this too.

A wave passed through him and he felt like something was trying to pull him away from Crawford. Schuldig gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his lover's shoulder. He spat a few insults in German. Using everything Esset taught him, he fought against the control. It stayed out of his mind, his shields too strong. The power surged along his skin, raising hairs but never reaching any deeper. The air around him felt stiff, hard. It was painful but, Schuldig never lost his connection with Crawford. "Bradley," he gritted out.

Yumiko's gaze turned menacing and she tried again to send him away.

Schuldig cried out in pain but didn't let go. He tired to pull and it was useless.

Outside, Aya turned to watch the building. Farfarfello was giggling and rambling at Nagi, who was trying his best to ignore the Irishman. Yohji, Omi, and Ken were all silent and waiting.

Debris was beginning to fall from the house and Schuldig hadn't come out again. It hit him to ignore them, let them die. It would be one less team against them when they returned to active status. A crushing act of conscious prevented him from just climbing into the driver's seat and leaving. "Wait here."

Aya walked over to the building and inside. Schuldig had a look of pain on his face while Bradley was still in Yumiko's arms. Kyoko tugged at her mother's skirts again. It was like Crawford was taking the place of Yumiko's dead husband. Crawford was smiling and happy, not guarded and cold like he usually was.

"Schuldig, let him go." Aya put his hand on Schuldig's other arm. He gasped and jerked his hand away. He stepped around them and grabbed Crawford's arm quickly. He pulled hard and sent Crawford off balance as Yumiko focused her energy on Schuldig.

The three assassins fell, Crawford knocking over Aya and Schuldig. Yumiko advanced towards them as anger stained her ghostly features. You'll pay. She was about to reach for Aya's leg when Kyoko wrapped her small hands in her mother's skirt.

"Go! Get out! I implore you!" She held on for dear life. It slowed her mother down. Even in her rage, Yumiko would not hurt her daughter.

The three assassins scrambled to a stand. Aya and Schuldig helped Crawford shake the lingering effects of whatever Yumiko had done to him and the three made their way out of the building.

Large portions of the ceiling fell down in their wake, sending a gust of dust around them as they made for the vehicles. Aya let Schuldig take Crawford and headed for the driver's seat of Seven.

[Fujimiya.]

The redhead paused and turned to see Schuldig standing outside the driver's side of his car. "Next week then."

Schuldig nodded, saluted Aya, and climbed into his car. He drove off, leaving the estate as the back of the house began to crumble inwards.

Aya climbed into Seven and put the sports car into gear. It sped away from the building just as the front portion of the building collapsed. The ceiling cradled inward just as the outside walls fell to pieces. Yumiko had finally set herself and her daughter free.

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The soft twinkle of Caribbean music drifted from the main building and the bars dotting the tree line near the beach. They all had to be wired together to play the same song without being at different measures. The organization of them was almost eerie in its uniform.

Laughter mingled with the sound of crashing waves as some guests played a game of beach volleyball. Yohji and Omi waged a war against Ken and another guest. So far, Omi and Yohji were losing.

Aya sat beneath an umbrella, stretched out on a beach chair. He had a book open but wasn't really paying any attention to it. His attention was on the game, watching his lover.

The incident, as they referred to it now because of Manx, last week was behind them and their real vacation underway. It was peaceful and relaxing even if Aya hated the climate at different points during the day.

Yohji dived for the volleyball, falling into warm, white sand. The ball flew back up and Omi promptly bumped it back over the net. It fell into the sand, inches away from Ken's feet.

Omi cheered as Yohji pushed himself off the sand, small granules clinging to his sweat dampened flesh. He brushed them off his chest and cutoff jean shorts. Wherever his hands moved, Aya's eyes followed.

They focused on the elegant, scarred digits as they brushed the almost white sand from jean shorts. Aya knew what was under them; that indecent bikini swimsuit Yohji has insisted on packing. The redhead has protested from the moment he saw them but, that didn't stop Yohji. Nothing like that ever stopped Yohji.

Aya's mind flashed on what Yohji would look like in the surf, completely soaked in nothing but that damned black swimsuit. He realized he wanted to see his lover like that. He wanted to see his lover wet and stretching that little bikini swimsuit tight.

A vivid picture took hold of his mind. Aya found himself shifting in his chair. He repositioned his book over his lap. Khaki pants and a partially buttoned linen shirt hid his easily burnt skin from the sun's rays. His eyes flickered over Yohji again, the sunlight highlighting his lover's thin, well-muscled form.

"I'm sure if you asked, Kudoh would love to get all wet for you."

Violet eyes snapped away from the volleyball game to his right. He had to lean forward to peer around the umbrella. When he did, he found a tall German rubbing the back of his head and scowling at a small Japanese boy in shorts and Hawaiian shirt. "Schuldig."

"Kept my promise." The German grinned and looked back over his shoulder. Crawford and Farfarfello were striding over. The American was giving the Irishman, who didn't even appear like he was paying any attention, a few words.

"You did." Aya shifted to nod a greeting to Nagi, who briefly waved in return. "Kudoh."

Yohji turned around, bright eyes focusing on his lover. It took him a moment to recognize Schuldig. "Schu!"

The German nearly groaned at the nickname but smiled anyway. "Blondie!" He smirked and they shook hands.

The game obviously interrupted, Omi and Ken took notice of the other assassin team. A look of disbelief passed Omi's face before he rushed Nagi. He tackled his boyfriend, clinging to and hugging Nagi for all he was worth.

Ken and Farfie took a different approach. Ken was obviously happy to see the Irishman, grinning enthusiastically but they didn't approach each other. Farfarfello grinned back at him then shifted to look at Bradley. His face went blank as his gaze moved back to Ken. At this point, Ken stopped grinning and started walking towards his bungalow. Farfarfello followed without permission from Crawford.

Nagi giggled and hugged Omi back, both of them babbling happily about anything and everything.

Aya sat back in his chair and opened his book. The rest of his team was happy and Schuldig and Crawford were bickering again. He flipped to his bookmark only to have the novel taken from him and dropped to the towel next to him. Yohji pulled Aya to his feet then picked him up.

"Yohji! Put me down."

The blond smirked. "Nope."

"Yohji!" Aya tried to twist away but to no avail. He struggled as Yohji laughed, walking to the surf. He waded into the crystalline water until it brushed the top of his jean shorts. Then he dropped Aya.

The redhead went under and came up completely soaked and gasping for air. He glared at the laughing blond and promptly pushed Yohji into an oncoming wave. A smug smile played across his features.

Yohji growled and promptly tackled his lover, sending him back beneath the water. After a short wrestle, they both came up, gasping for air and laughing. This was what their vacation should have been like in the first place.

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