Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Hope ❯ Aftermaths and Preludes ( Chapter 2 )

Comments: I chopped this chapter in two… so chapter 17 would probably be shorter than this… I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. ^_^ More confusion and emotional stress for our dear Yotan… what next? It'll be Schu's turn by then… but for now~ please enjoy Shattered Hope Chapter 16!! ^^

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“Oh my God.”

I could scarcely form a single coherent thought in my head as I stared at the strip of leather I held in my hands. I picked up the silver piece which had lain beside the leather strap, and for a moment I simply looked at the small silver letter that rested on the palm of my hand. I padded my thumb absent-mindedly on the cool metal surface which wound and twisted almost gracefully into a letter “S.”

“Schuldich…”

I whispered the name softly… that was what the letter meant right? Schuldich--- the German telepath who--- in some way or another… “owned” me. Tsk. I closed my fingers around the leather strap and the silver S as I stood up and returned to the Koneko. Surprisingly, Aya had already gone to his room… I wondered briefly why he didn't bother with the rest of the issue. Not that I wanted to talk about it anymore right now, I'm not even sure what the real deal is.

I took one last look at the items in my hand before stuffing both down the pocket of the German's coat. I climbed up the stairs, worn out and tired to the point of practically falling asleep on my feet. Once I reached my room, I threw Schuldich's coat to some dark, unknown corner of my room before I threw myself as well unto the bed. For about a minute or two, I simply stared at the ceiling---

Schuldich…

I barely mentioned the name in my mind. I don't why I did it, but I did it anyway… probing maybe… or maybe I just called out… wondering--- constantly wondering if he was still listening to my thoughts… and at some point… I almost wished he was.

Then everything went black…

~*@*~

A sharp knocking sound jerked me back to reality. I winced at the series of knocks which then turned into bangs, followed by the voice of one very cranky Ken-Ken going “Youji!! Youji wake up!! We have a mission!!” I gave a grunt then rolled over in bed, pulling a pillow to my head in an attempt to block out Ken's voice. I guess my attempt failed because his voice only got louder and the fucking knocking got all the more incessant.

Oh Holy Mother of--- let me get some sleep!! I feel extra-ordinarily crappy this morning.

“Leave me alo---“

“Get up Youji.”

Another voice stepped me mid sentence… a rather low and very threatening voice that could belong to one persone alone… Holy--- “Aya.”

I shot up from the bed, literally JERKING back to reality--- sweaty leather, muscle pain, and everything else included. Ugh!! I slept in sweaty leather and I felt like I was dirty all over. I wanted nothing more but to take a long, cold shower to get myself squeaky clean, but another “Youji, we have a mission” in that same threatening voice was enough to make me change from sweaty leather to another set of barely decent clothing. I grabbed a coat and hurriedly opened the door to a very pissed of Ken-Ken… but not Aya~ I released a big sigh of relief, for a second there I thought I was a dead man.

“Took you long enough!” Ken rubbed the back of his nech with a very… very exasperated expression on his face. “You know me Ken-Ken, I'm really NOT a morning person…” I yawned back while I gave him a noogie, messing up his flurry of brown hair. “Aya's gonna kick your butt!” Ken hollered as he ran down the stairs and headed for the mission briefing room.

Riiiiiight… Aya--- check… I almost forgot him and our little episode earlier this morning. Nevermind, I doubt he's gonna yap about it in front of those two kids. I chuckled to myself as I made my way to the briefing room.

“Morning one and all!” I greeted everyone as I entered the room with a rather too-big smile. Ken grunted but smiled at me, and Omi--- good little Omi always had a compliment ready for everyone.

“Good morning Youji-kun! That's a very nice coat, is it new?”

I froze on the spot and took a good look at my “new coat.” It didn't take long to realize what was wrong with the picture. Aya's clearing of the throat with matching “glare of doom” made it all clear to me--- wrong compliment Chibi… at a very, VERY wrong time. I decided to ignore the glare of doom and cleared my own throat as if to stress the point that I was pretending NOT to be wearing this dark green coat… this dark green coat that belonged to someone else.

“Uh, thanks Chibi… I got it last night.” I replied with a rather forced smirk. Aya's stare was getting right under my skin just before he looked away. Shit.

I took a seat next to Chibi by the couch, I needed his utmost “protection” which was probably the only thing that kept Aya from castrating me. Before I could stress more on all the things that had gone wrong this particular morning, Manx started our mission briefing. I was thankful that even for a few minutes Aya wasn't thinking of 1001 ways to skin one Kudou Youji.

“Your mission tonight is the same as the one you failed to accomplish the last time.” At that Manx gave me a meaningful look before nodding to Aya. “Infiltrate Takatori's office and get the required documents… understood?”

We all nodded in unison.

“Then who shall be up tonight?”

“I'll go.” Aya's answer was as firm as his resolve to get back at Schwarz I suppose, it wasn't his thing to lose a battle and not come back to fight again. Tsk…

“I'll go with you Aya-kun!” Chibi added, noticing that neither me nor Ken was making a move to join Aya in the mission.

“You Omi? Are you sure you want to go on this mission? It's a school night.” Manx joked softly, but we all knew what she meant. Going into Takatori's territory was synonymous to running into Schwarz… and Schwarz was no cup of tea to deal with. We all knew the risks, and we knew all too well that we couldn't send Omi out there with them--- assassin or not--- Omi's still just a kid.

I threw Ken a “just-do-it” look but he looked back at me helplessly and whispered under his breath, “I can't… not tonight.”

“Why can't you go tonight huh Ken-Ken??!” I asked aloud. “Got a date?”

Omi gave a “meep” sound and attempted to change the topic. He knew that this was going to be the start of a full-blown shout-off.

“I said I can't go and Manx knows I can't go tonight!” Ken stated matter of factly enough.

“Well you don't expect Omi to go on this mission do you?” I raised an eyebrow at him mockingly.

“No, but I know someone who can go--- and he's got no reason not to.”

“Oh yeah? The only person I see who fits that description is you Ken.”

“I told you, Manx knows I can't go--- but I'm looking straight at the one person who can go with Aya.”

Aw shit--- not again. I am in no shapre to go cavorting around with Schwarz right now. I'd probably go around breaking vases and… I stopped at that thought midway, remembering suddenly how I had run into the German telepath that time and how Aya had--- Aya… Aw man~!! Schuldich and Aya and poor me in between two people who I felt had every intention of gutting me.

“No, I'm not going.”

I tried to stay that with as much conviction as I could muster--- which (apparently) wasn't much to go on with.

“And why is that Youji? At this point it seems that only you and Aya are the ones who are readily available for this mission.”

Fuck it! I was being driven into a corner---- again!! What is it with me and corners and confrontations today??! “I just can't okay…” Shit. That sounded so teenage and so cliché--- next thing it would be that nobody understands me and I hate my life crap. Ugh.

“You're going, be ready by 9:00 tonight.”

Need I say anymore who just shut me up and flushed my not-so-good objection down the drain? Tsk. That Aya--- he's such an ice cube… for all I now, all he needs is a good fuck and a whole lot of lovin'. Hold that thought--- did I just use the words Aya, fuck, and lovin' all in the same sentence??! Damn… this sex and fatigue induced hang over is doing severe damage on my brain. I shook my head to get rid of the thought then stood up to leave.

“Ooookay, if that's all I have to know, I gotta split. I need to take a nice long shower--- cause I feel, smell, and reek of dirt and sweat! See you all later!”

Tsk… The last thing I need is an encounter with a mind-reader who “owned me” and a katana-wielding ice cube. How do I get myself into these situations… the real question at this point is--- how do I get out? Dammit. I need a shower.

 

~tbc

Seph*