Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Hope ❯ Shattered Hope Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Title: Shattered Hope [part 9]

Author: Farfarello

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: yaoi, lemon, angst

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me...

Notes: I finally got the chance to write again! -^__^- This chapter was so long to write that I had to cut it in half, so I've posted both chapter 9 and 10! Thank you for all the feedback and I am looking forward to more reviews since I really need them. -^__^- uhmmm.... what else? ...okay... please enjoy Shattered Hope part 9!!! -^__^-

"...you're required to infiltrate and seize the documents in Takatori's office by tomorrow midnight..." Blah. Blah. Blah... Manx is at it again... blah. Blah. Blah. So... who's up with this mission anyway? Of course there was Aya, the Ice prince with his magical katana to slice up Takatori to bits... and--- hmmm... I guess Ken-Ken can take the job.

"Aya you're up, Youji you back him up."

What the fuck???!!!! "Hey! I got plans tonight, I am fucking not going there!" I stood up from the couch, stuffed my hands into my pockets, and walked out. Well... at least attempted to until Aya grabbed my wrist in a painfully tight grip. "Stay." Shit! It was more of a command than a request. Requests weren't Aya's thing anyway.

"Fuck off!" I had no time for this shit... but Aya held my eyes in his `do it or die' look so how could I refuse? I had scored zilch with him the last time... whatever... "Yeah, okay you got me! I'm in." I sat back down and lit a cigarette, puffing slightly as Manx discussed the rest of the mission's facts and figures. "As you all know, Takatori has very good bodyguards... and it would be quite helpful if they didn't beat you to a pulp as they always do." Manx gave a dismissive wave of her hand as she recounted our multiple beatings thanks to Schwarz.

SCHWARZ!!! "Fuck!" I choked on my cigarette, coughing, and wheezing as the realization hit me like a brick. Damn... of all days... "What is wrong with you Youji? As if you hadn't encountered the Oracle and his minions before..." Manx tapped her foot, waiting for me to get my poise back. Aya just gave me `the look' before facing the screen again.

...would mas-Schuldich be there? ...I don't think I can face him like this... I'll probably turn to fucking jelly... Youji Kudou... you are so---dead...

~*@*~

"Youji! Youji do you read me?" Damn! The walkie talkie scared the shit out of me! "Yeah Aya, loud and clear." Silence. "I've been calling you for the past five minutes... just get in here before I drag you in myself!" Aya hissed through the radio, I could tell that he was so pissed off-and a very pissed-off Aya isn't a very nice thing to deal with.

Somehow, I was losing my focus. I wasn't paying very close attention to... well, fucking everything! Not even them girls at the Koneko! Damn! What was wrong with me??!! Shit! Here I go again... I keep on thinking about unnecessary things. Whatever, I have a mission to complete here.

I stood up from my hiding place and started for the window where Aya had used to enter Takatori's office. "Aya, I'm right outside the window... have you got the documents?" Silence. "Yes, but I need you to get in here now." I took a deep breath and leaped in--- and smashed right into Takatori's study lamp! HOLY SHIT!!!!

No sooner did the lamp crash on the floor when all the lights were turned on and a flood of voices filled the corridors. Shitshitshitshitshit!!! I looked at Aya, he gave me `the glare of death' before grabbing the documents then leapt out the window. I followed suit, my heart thumping hysterically in my chest as I tried to keep my footsteps light. I don't know how long we ran, how fast we ran... I didn't give a damn! We just had to get out of there fast!

I couldn't hear any voices anymore, nor did I hear footsteps following us. "Aya!" I called out only to be answered by a rough jerk from behind. Shit! I wheeled around to shove off whoever found me, but I saw myself facing a very [and I mean VERY] angry Aya. "What is wrong with you?!" The question was spat in my face, as he gripped my arm tightly. I winced, "I-I don't know..." I looked at the floor... I was lost... so fucking lost... Before Aya could kill me, a voice broke the deafening silence that surrounded us both.

"Well, well, well... two little kittens... just like Bradley told us... ne Farfie?"

HELL!!! [...nice to see you mein Katzchen...] My eyes widened, my throat dried up as my mind tried to put everything in place. Aya quickly drew his katana and held it in a defensive position as he pressed his back against mine. "Schwarz."

From the inky darkness of the night, a flash of white then red emerged. "Berserker and Mastermind." The berserker of Schwarz launched at me, lucky I was able to dodge him as I pulled my wire out. I tangled Berserker in my web of wires, feeling them bury into his pale flesh as he thrashed wildly. I caught a glimpse of Aya and Schuldich battling it out, Aya using all of his energy to keep out of the German's hands.

A flash of emerald. I saw myself staring into deep emerald orbs. Shit! Schuldich was looking right back at me, his smirk widening into a twisted smile as he continued to fend off Aya's vicious blows. I felt light-headed, lost, confused...

"Youji watch out!!!"

"Got you!!!"

I returned to my senses too late, Berserker had gotten lose, he lunged, knife aimed to pierce right through my chest. It was too late, I couldn't evade him. I'm sorry Aya... I messed up again. I braced myself for the pain of metal digging into me, slicing me through, my blood dripping down his blade... Wait a minute... just wait a damn stupid minute!!! I didn't feel anything. No knife sliding into my insides, no hysterical laughter, no... nothing.

=Schuldich=

"Schuldich! What do you think you're doing?" Crawford's voice rang harshly against my ears as he stepped into view. I wheeled around, smirking at his obvious confusion as I hauled my kitten unto my shoulder. Okaaaaay... what really happened was...

I was busy playing with red over there while at the same time playing with my Katzchen's brain. It just so happened that Youji got TOO distracted that Farfie got loose from his strings and attacked my kitten. Of course I couldn't leave Farfie to castrate him, so I knocked him unconscious before Farfie could get to him. Then Crawford the great comes into the picture.

[I can't have him dead yet... besides, I haven't finished what you asked me to do.] I threw Crawford a knowing glance before waving him off. I didn't need a Bradley-inspired sermon right now. "Yo Nagi! Get red for me kay?" I ruffled the boy's hair playfully as I walked past him. "I'm outta here."

"You!!! Get back here!!!" I heard the red-head shout from behind as he attempted to catch up. Sigh. There's always room for dreams... tsk.tsk.tsk... but not this one. I walked off, hearing Crawford's voice saying, "That's enough." ...this is just a hunch... but I thing Bradley's got a thing for Weiss' red-head. I shrugged, don't know don't care, I have bigger fish to fry. I laughed mentally at my own joke as I hauled Youji into the backseat of my car that was parked right by Takatori's office. "Time for some fun ne mein Katzchen?" I asked playfully, knowing full well that he wouldn't answer since he was knocked unconscious at the back. Oh well...

~*@*~

=Youji=

...what's happening? My head felt like it had burst... Shit! Aya! I shot up and looked frantically for the red-head, but what greeted me was... darkness. Where the hell am I? I groped around, feeling silken sheets beneath me, I figured I was in our all-too- familiar hotel room... again. This is the second time Schuldich had brought me here unconscious, this was like a `dejavu' of sorts. But... where was he? "Master?" I called out nervously. No answer. I turned on the lamp by the bedside table, and found a note scribbled on a piece of hotel memo. It read: "Katzchen, I just picked up something at home. There are clothes on the bed that I want you to put on for tonight's lesson. Be sure you're dressed and ready when I get back. Meow little kitten!" It wasn't signed again... as if it needed one anyway.

I got up and turned on the lights. I spotted the set of clothes that Schuldich had left me, at first it looked like just a clump of black stuff, but when I looked closer, I saw that all of the clothes were made of leather... black leather. I wasted no time slipping out of my assassin gear, letting them pool by my feet. First, I pulled on the pair of really REALLY tight leather shorts. They were so tight, I could feel the zipper graze my cock slightly as I zipped them up. Damn, this thing was skimpy, I felt pretty much naked in it. Next came the skin-tight tank top that looked very much like my own except that it was a whole lot tighter and it had a band of mesh that ran across my chest. Okay, next one was... oh hell, I am so not wearing this! I raised the pair of black thigh highs, they were probably the only ones that weren't made of leather.

I sat down on the bed, contemplating on what to do. Should I wear them or not? Wear them... or not? Hmmm.... wear them or not? [...wear them...] Fuck! He should really stop doing that... [doing what?] master added, feigning innocence. [...betsumi...] I sighed. I really had no choice in the matter. I sheepishly slipped the thigh highs on, damn... I didn't know they felt pretty sexy when you had them on. [...very VERY sexy Katzchen...] Schuldich's mental voice was husky, and I bet he was half as hard as I was right now.

I went to the bathroom and got a good look at myself. Man... I was so fucking sexy that I could have come just looking at... well, me. [...quite a narcissist aren't we?] The German gave a chuckle at his own comment. [...it looks like I'm not the only one...] I shot back at him earning me a sharp sting on the head. [...watch your mouth Katzchen...] Master warned me mentally before I heard the doorknob release the latch. "Master."

I quickly went to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed uneasily, and waited for my master to enter. A creek, silent footsteps, then... "...you look simply delectable right now Katzchen... simply... sexxxxy..." I raised my head and I felt baby Yo-tan spring to life. Master was dressed all in leather, his turtle-neck tan top, his leather pants, his fingerless gloves that ran up to midway his upper arms, and to his knee-high leather boots. His hair was tied back tonight I guess. I felt his gaze heavy on me as his fingers ran over the riding crop he held in his hand.

Riding crop??! What the hell... oh fuck... my punishment. Master latched my collar on, I think this was what he went to pick up, but how did he manage to get into the room? Scratch that, I don't care. I felt the riding crop beneath my chin, coaxing me to look up into his eyes. I followed, gazing up at him, my lips slightly parted as I panted softly. "...time for your lesson in obedience Katzchen..."

~tbc

[comments and suggestions please] -Farfarello