Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Snippets of Daily Life ❯ Argh! ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I don't own

A/N: none! (aren't you surprised)

But special thanks to rq! (round of applause please b/c she made this snippet readable)

Bly: I'm glad I could make you smiled, but Aya says `shi-ne'. *rolls eyes*

KD: you have not mentioned you love me in a very long time *glomp anyway*

dimonyo: there is absolutely nothing wrong with the fudge (Omi paid me to say that)

deunank: the perfume one is my favourite *snicker* I'm glad you like!

Schmetter: shhh, don't tell anyone but the fudge was actually modeled after some fudge I made

ayas abyssinian: arrrghh! That quote would have been perfect, I wish I had thought of it!

Part X

Yohji woke.

And immediately began to panic.

He was strapped down in a long, uncomfortable chair with bright white lights shining harshly above him.

The little of the room that he could see gave an impression of coldness and sterility.

Worse was the weird shaped lamp thing that shone light straight into his eyes, and the sharp tools (instruments of torture) that he could only see out of the corner of his eye.

This was not good.

Yohji could not figure out how he had gotten into this situation; he had been out drinking with Aya and now he was here.

Aya! Oh god, where was the redhead?

The very last thing he remembered was Aya leaning over him and telling him he was sorry. Yohji wasn't quite sure if that was dream or distorted memory. The redhead, apologise? Not likely.

Yohji had been too drunk and too tired to figure out what had actually caused the usually unapologetic redhead to look regretful.

Yohji's thoughts were interrupted when he heard a door behind him open, and footsteps belonging to not one, but two people approach.

That was it, this was all he could take -- strapped down he couldn't fight much, but he could scream for help.

“Aya! Come help me, please. Oh god, I'm sorry! Whatever I did, I'm sorry, Aya. Don't leave me like this! Aya!”

The two men approached Yohji's weird chair-bed thing.

“I thought that guy said he was knocked out.”

“He was. He was out cold about a minute ago.”

“Well, we might as well start.”

Yohji looked up at their cold, impassionate eyes; the rest of their faces were covered by masks.

One of them, Yohji wasn't sure which, flipped a switch. A whirring sound filled the air.

That was it. If these insane people wanted a fight they would get one.

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Aya winced as he heard a machine go crashing to the floor.

There were muted shouts in between Yohji's screams for help, rape, fire and bloody murder.

Aya wanted to apologise to the people here with him, his upbringing demanded it, but apologising would mean that he was sorry that he had done something wrong, and he hadn't.

Sure, Yohji would feel betrayed, but it was for the best.

And Aya had waited. He didn't have to.

He didn't have to listen to the sounds of more people running or to the shouts of `Hold his leg down!' and `Grab his arm' or `F&*#! The bastard just bit me!' or `Can't we just sedate him!?'

The last had caused Aya to tense, prepared to rush in, but he was stopped by `Not unless you want to deal with the red haired devil too!'

Aya smirked; sometimes it was good to have a reputation.

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And then finally it was over.

The receptionist ran back out, looking out of breath and disheveled.

Yohji sauntered out a few seconds later.

“I apologise, pretty lady, for doing you bodily harm. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

And as always, Yohji's charm, good looks and the will to never see him again worked.

“Don't worry about it. Kritiker will foot the bill as usual.”

Yohji grinned a bit cheekily at Aya, when the receptionist wasn't looking.

“The dentist said everything's fine, no cavities. See you in six months for another cleaning.” It would take that long to recover from this visit. And they would have to order some new equipment to replace what Yohji'd broken.

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The receptionist sighed. She was never so glad to see the back of two hot guys. The blonde was hell every time.

Oh well, she'd get a six month break and with any luck, she'd have a new job by then.

She sighed again, for unfulfilled dreams, and picked up the phone to call and remind Friday's patients of their appointments.

And screamed.

At the top of the list was Hidaka, Ken. Most people who were in the waiting room would probably not believe it, but he was even worse than the blonde who had just left. Usually both the small blonde and the redhead were needed to hold him down.

Two of them in the same week was unacceptable.

Screw two weeks notice; she was quitting today.