Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Blood ❯ Afternight ( Chapter 3 )

Tainted Blood

by myka

Chapter 3

"Afternight"

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Yohji slowly opened his eyes and starred at the white of a ceiling; he recognized it immediately; his ceiling. Now the question was how he had gotten back to his apartment. The room was dark and felt cold; what time was it? What day was it? He raised a hand to his forehead; his entire body hurt.

"You're awake" a voice said from the end of the room; it was Aya; he was sitting across the room.

"What happened?" Yohji asked, finding he could talk even though his throat was killing him.

Aya let out a grunt. "Funny; I was going to ask you the same thing."

Yohji thought for a moment; he remembered a late delivery and his car breaking down, he remembered the club and drinking something; the rest of the night was a blur. Yohji closed his eyes and thought harder about the previous night; images flared through his mind…a girl…red eyes. Yohji's eyes snapped open and he sat up on the bed in a flash; sweat covering his forehead. He told Aya everything he remembered.

"You think there was a girl?" Aya ask seriously.

"I know there was a girl; I just…everything's a blur Aya." Yohji answered back a little bitterly.

Aya cleared his throat, catching Yohji's full attention. "Ken and I went to get you last night…we searched for more than two hours…" he said as he crossed his arms.

Yohji listened, he wasn't feeling very proud of himself at the moment. Aya continued. "We found you in an alley around four blocks from where you said you where going to be…"

"You thought I was dead, didn't you?" Yohji interrupted raising his head to look at Aya.

"Yes we did." Aya responded looking back at him. "Ken even panicked for a few seconds yelling you had no pulse, but when he touched your face, you jumped."

Yohji took the words, feeling a little nauseous with the information. "How long was I unconscious?" he asked.

"You weren't." Aya said calmly. Yohji looked at the redhead with a bewildered look on his face. "According to the doctor you were sleeping."

"Sleeping?" Yohji whispered, almost to himself. "I feel like I've been hit by a bus, how can I…"

Aya stood up quickly, anger reflecting on his face "Yohji. You went to a strange bar, you let your guard down and almost got killed. You got yourself into this so deal with the side effects." Aya finished; obviously frustrated with the whole thing; he started walking towards the door.

"Then why were you here?" Yohji asked calmly.

"We've been taking turns…" Aya replied, "In case you had a convulsion or something. I'll go tell the others you're awake; the doctor will be here shortly to check on you." Aya shut the door behind him after leaving the room.

Yohji let out a sigh he was holding in. He forced himself to stand up from the bed; his body was stiff from head to toe. The room was freezing, and he felt tired. He sat back down on the bed, pulled the bed sheets over him and gave silent thanks for being alive.

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It had been around two hours since Yohji had woken up; and he was still in bed. The doctor had diagnosed him with a very bad hangover and that he should rest for a while. Omi and Ken had paid a visit and even Birman had come up with a long lecture and to tell him that he was out of any mission until the doctor gave his ok. To which Yohji had no problem with since he felt like shit anyway.

So now Yohji was alone in his room…again. Bored out of his mind and with a headache that was killing him along with a throat that was as dry as could be. "I'm probably getting a cold" he thought. "Wonderful." The house was desolated since Aya, Omi and Ken had left for a small mission; they had vouch to be back before midnight; which gave Yohji more than four hours all to his lonesome self. The headache was making him ill, and even though Yohji didn't want to get out of bed; he forced himself down the stairs and to the kitchen in search for some cold medicine.

But there was no cold medicine in the house; not in any of the places he had searched. He'd been ordered not to leave the Koneko; but there are limits and there are limits. 8:45 pm. There was a pharmacy down the street, he could go and be back before nine. No one will ever know.

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Yohji walked outside the pharmacy with the medicine on one of his pockets; all he needed now was a glass of water and a good night's sleep. Everything would be fine in the morning. He passed by an empty parking lot, two buildings away from the Koneko.

"Well, it's a small world after all." A voice said from said parking lot.

Yohji recognized it immediately, he didn't even have to look behind him to verify his suspicion; but he wasn't about to give his back to a member of Schwarz.

"Too small sometimes." Yohji said sarcastically as he turned around.

"What's with the dark look Kudou?" Schuldig asked, taking notice of Yohji's black shirt and pants as he sipped a breath from his cigarette and stood up from where he was sitting.

"None of your business." Yohji replied coldly.

"Really?" the flamed haired man replied mockingly as he stare at Yohji. A few seconds passed and suddenly anger rose in Schuldig's face. "What did you do Kudou?"

Yohji blinked in confusion at the sudden change in attitude. "What the hell are you talking about?" he replied in the same angry tone.

"Why can't I read your mind Kudou?" Schuldig yelled, stepping closer to Yohji. The Weiss assassin glanced around and appreciated that the street was empty at the moment; if a fight was about to start he didn't want any bystanders. The telepath threw a punch that Yohji dodge easily and Schuldig almost lost his balance by the force the blow left. Yohji backed up into the empty parking lot; hiding their brawl in darkness.

He searched his clothes for anything he could use as a weapon; cursing that his watch was on top of his dresser at home; but all he had on him was the bottle of cold medicine he had just purchased. Schuldig still stared at him with his bare fists on plain sight; and Yohji knew that the flamed haired man wasn't armed either. With the rage his face and body gave off he would have pulled a weapon before that first punch if he had any; the german's eyes screamed murder. Yohji glanced around in the darkness for any kind of weapon; he wasn't about to die from the other assassin's delusions. His search resulted in a long piece of wood about a feet and a half long. Yohji crouched down to pick the piece from the dirty floor, grabbing it quickly with his right hand. He raised his head immediately feeling the presence of his opponent near him; but it was too late. Yohji had a brief second to see Schuldig's fist directed straight at him; the blow connected with the right side of his face, just at the corner of his mouth; sending white spots to his vision and filling his mouth with the copper taste of blood.

Yohji swiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and swallowed the rest as he recovered his footing. His senses were screaming. Schuldig had picked up an old rusty metal pipe after hitting Yohji; he held it high above his head and swiped down at Yohji with it. But this time Yohji's reflexes reacted perfectly and he dodge the pipe easily, swiping the piece of wood he had as hard as he could at the telepath at the same time. The old piece of wood shattered into splinters when it connected with Schuldig's left shoulder. The german swore and screamed at Yohji in his natal language, reaching for the wound with his right hand and pulling out a chunk of wood that had been incrusted in.

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A strong scent caught Yohji's nose and his senses flared. Taking over him, removing all reason.

His stomach twisted and his throat burned.

His brain demanded only one thing…food

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Schuldig held the chunk of wood as blood dripped from it. It made a decent dagger. Schuldig held it up and lunged at Yohji; but the blond assassin striked first; sending the piece of wood flying to the floor. The Mastermind of Schwarz was left in shock as Yohji moved in a blur, grabbing hold of Schuldig's neck with his left hand and squeezing. The german's eyes went wide open and he put both hands on Yohji's left wrist; prying at his fingers; in a desperate attempt to stop the Weiss member from crushing his windpipe. Yohji forced Schuldig back until his back collided against a wall; then he squeezed harder.

"Bastard…" the german muttered under his breath as his air supply was being cut off.

After each passing moment the Schuldig's grip on his wrist and fingers became weaker and weaker until his eyes closed and his arms fell to his sides. Yohji's senses screamed again; another warning; another instruction. He wasn't in control anymore. He stopped squeezing Schuldig's throat and the german collapsed forward, falling on top of the blond.

Yohji held Schuldig in his arms as he remained standing in the semi-darkness and he had the sudden urge to lick his lips. As he did so, he felt the sharp sting of the only weapon his body needed right now; responded to right now. He trailed fingers along the side of his neck and leaned over to hover his mouth above the soft skin; his lips parting slowly.

Yohji's fangs sank on Schuldig's neck and at the first taste of blood; he drank.

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A/N: Like I said before; I'll continue this or not depending on how it's received.