Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Take My Picture ❯ Out of Dreams and into Reality ( Chapter 2 )

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** Weiß Kreuz and all it's characters belong to Koyasu Takehito, Project Weiß and some other people**

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[ii ; Out of dreams and into reality]

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I wake up the next morning on the living room couch with a splitting headache. I slowly sit up, and find Ken, Omi and Manx all staring at me warily. I glare at Ken, vaguely recalling that it was him who whacked me over the head last night. He shrugs and smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, Youji-kun. I had to stop you from leaving… well, that and you were disturbing the neighbours with all your screamed profanities."

Omi giggles, but stops when Manx clears her throat purposefully. "We have to be extremely careful with this… mission. One wrong move and they'll kill Ran. We have no clues as to their whereabouts, or why they chose to take Ran. The only leads we have as of yet are the few people who saw Schuldich and Farfarello enter the club soon after you did… and this."

She holds out a plain, white envelope in front of me. "I found this on your front step when I came in this morning. We didn't open it… it's addressed to you, Youji."

I take it from her and examine the writing on the front of the envelope. I don't recognize the jagged script… it looks like a fucking serial killer wrote it. I turn it over, and under the curious stares of my friends, I open it. A piece of paper falls out - a note. I pick it up and read it out loud.

Dearest Yoji,

Do you miss him yet? I bet you're just… DYING… to know what we're doing to him. Aren't you?

Curiosity killed the cat!

Schuldich

P.S.… Farfarello took these pictures just for you, and I took the liberty of enhancing them, just for you… but only for you. Your little friends won't be able to see what you are going to see. I hope you enjoy the first stage of our little project. Adieu!

I hand the note to Ken, then pull out the pictures. The first one is of Ran, lying on a dirty cement floor, bruised and bloodied. I'm about to rip it to pieces when a bright light flashes behind my eyes. I blink, and somehow, I'm inside the picture, watching everything that occurred…

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"Rise and shine, Ran! You have a busy day ahead of you… or… should I say behind you?" Schuldich snickered at his own joke. Ran glared at him and stood up, ignoring the cold, heavy chains around his ankles, biting into his flesh. "What do you want from me?"

A soft laugh drifted up from behind him, and without turning around, he knew it was Farfarello. "Oh, frisky kitty. Can I play with him now, Schuldich? Please?" Ran moved back so that he could look at both of them at the same time. Before he could say anything, Schuldich was in front of him, running his fingers through Ran's tangled red hair.

"We brought you here for a little experiment", he said, smirking as Ran flinched under his hand. " I call it Project Icebreaker. You see Ran, my estranged lover here is convinced that, under your icy exterior, you have some very real, very intense emotions, such as fear, happiness… love. The object is to break your shield."

Ran smiled thinly. "I see. I can assure you that you will get no such pleasure from me…" Schuldich backhanded Ran across the face, then drove his knee into his stomach. He then grabbed Ran's hands and bound them together with another chain. "Oh, but I think we will get a lot of pleasure from you, love…"

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I open my eyes and shudder, the images still fresh in my mind. Manx looks at me suspiciously and holds out her hand. "Let me see it, Youji."

I pull away and crumple the picture into a tiny ball. "Don't touch them. I… I think Schuldich did something to the pictures… or he's watching us. If you touch one with your bare hand, it shows you everything that was happening at the time it was taken."

Manx pulls her hand away, frowning. "Youji, I just held one in my hand… nothing happened. Are you sure? Maybe you're just imagining this, Youji… Ken did hit you rather hard. How many are there?" I pick them up with the end of my shirt and fan them out on the coffee table in front of me. "There's four… but the way he talks in the note, I think he'll send more."

Omi suddenly cries out and grabs the picture nearest him, trembling. I pull it away from him, snapping furiously. "Didn't you hear me? Do not…"

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"S-stop…"

Ran's ragged whisper barely reached the attentive ears of Schuldich. He smiled, knowing he would eventually beg for mercy, and motioned to Farfarello to move away from their newest toy. The Irishman pouted a bit, but dropped his knives with a clatter and stepped back.

Schuldich stalked over to Ran's crouching body, and idly gazed at the blood covering the pale, naked flesh. Any other man should have passed out by now from blood loss, but Schuldich kept his prisoner's mind active and alert, preventing unconsciousness. He leaned down beside of his prey and smiled again. "What did you just say?"

Ran looked up at the telepath and snarled. "I… s-said… fuck you…" Schuldich laughed and shook his head. "Really? That's not what I heard. And since you were rude and you lied to me… you should apologize to me, and beg my forgiveness."

He stood up in front of him and started undoing his pants. Ran looked up at him, eyes narrowed in pure hate and rage. "Anything you put in my mouth will end up with teeth in it…"

Schuldich muttered something under his breath then grabbed Ran by the hair and hauled him to his unsteady feet. He lifted Ran's chained and bloody hands above his head and attached them to a hook on the ceiling. He stood back, eyeing the naked body before him with feral hunger. "You hurt my feelings, Ran. Now you'll really be sorry…"

He moved behind the redhead, then disappeared for several minutes. He could only hear the moans, and assumed that Schuldich and Farfarello were fucking. Ran strained against the chains, trying to break free, but the metal was too strong, and he was too weak from blood loss and fatigue.

Suddenly, he felt warm, rough hands grip his hips tightly, and hot breath washing over his back and neck. Then he felt pain, a pain so intense that he couldn't see, couldn't breath, couldn't even think. All he could was feel was the searing thrusts of Schuldich pounding into him relentlessly… all he could hear were the animal-like growls of pleasure coming from Schuldich's throat.

Ran closed his eyes and let his tears fall, as the last things that were pure in his life were viciously stolen from him. He sobbed a name before he fell into blissful darkness…

"Youji…"

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"…shit… why… what…" I drop to my knees, holding that inhuman picture in my trembling hand. I feel hot tears course unchecked down my face, hitting the picture with tiny splatters. Omi comes to my side and takes the picture away, gently patting my hand in consolation. Then I hear Ken tell Omi to burn them all.

When he comes back, I'm feeling a little better. Manx asks me what I saw, and I can't find any way to say it that will make it sound less horrifying. "He… they… Schuldich was r… r-raping Ran… he cried, and… h-he said my name… we have to find him or he'll… die!"

Manx looks at me uncertainly. "How can you see… Schuldich must be reading your mind, it's the only to explain this at the moment. Youji… Schuldich is going to know if we try to search for Ran… he obviously knew that you were looking at the pictures. He made it clear that if we do look for him, he won't hesitate to kill him. It's best just to wait and see if they'll tell us what they want."

"Are you really that stupid, Manx?! Didn't you hear me? They are raping him… brutally… he was covered in blood. He's fucking dying somewhere out there, and you just want to sit and wait?!" I realize I'm yelling at her, so I sit back down on the couch and put my face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I'm really worried about him."

Omi sits next to me and puts his arm around my shoulders. "We all are, Youji-kun. We'll find him. Ken and I will go back to the club tonight and see if we can find anymore people who saw Schuldich and Farfarello last night… maybe even which direction they went when they left. You stay here in case they decide to call, or send another note or something. We'll find him, Youji-kun. You will see him again."

I smile down at his sweet face. "Thanks Omi-chan. Ran wouldn't want us to get all worked up over this, would he?" I look around at my friends concerned faces, then stand up. I sigh and try to shake the images out of my mind. "Let's do it."

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Three days of waiting. Three days of very little sleep, and even less food. Three days and seven packs of smokes and two and a half bottles of vodka… would have been four if Omi hadn't found them under my bed.

Three days of complete and utter Hell.

We haven't heard anything about Ran or where he might be. Schuldich hasn't sent anymore pictures or notes. Omi and Ken didn't have any luck at the club… no one was there. The police had the area closed down because of the bomb. Manx didn't find anything, either. I think they're all starting to give up.

I'm not. I think the only thing that's kept me from going insane was the hope that I'll see Ran soon. I keep reading the two notes from Schuldich, as if they will present me with some answers. Naturally, they do not. The only thing I see when I look at them is Schuldich brutally raping Ran.

I feel the tears start to form in my eyes again, but I brush them away quickly when Omi opens my door and walks into the room. He smiles nervously at me, shifting from foot to foot. "Um… Youji-kun… there was… I mean, he… you have another letter." He thrusts it at me then leaves the room. He probably doesn't want to be around to see the pictures. He was as upset at them as I was… maybe even more.

With shaking hands, I open the envelope. This time, when I turn it upside down, only one picture falls out, but there are two little `love letters' from Schuldich. One of the notes as a red star on it, so I read it first.

Tell me… do you have faith in God? I used to. Farfarello, bless him, certainly doesn't. Now, Ran, one the other hand…

Well, he kept crying out something that sounded like `Kami' every time we fucked him. But Farfarello is more attuned to his victims' cries than I am…

And he told me that Ran was crying out your name every time we fucked him…

Isn't that interesting?

Well, best be off. Just so you know, for future reference… Ran gives an amazing blowjob.

Love, Schuldich.

PS… If you read the second note before looking at Farfarello's wonderful photography, I'll know. Just remember that Ran may live to see you again!

My hand hovers over the second note, tempted beyond belief to read it now. What if it says where they're keeping him? I pull my hand away quickly, knowing that Schuldich will kill Ran if I read it. I pick up the lone picture and brace myself…

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Ran sat in a dark, damp corner, hugging his aching arms to his bruised chest. He drew his knees up too, in a futile effort to stay warm, not to hide his naked and abused body. I feel nothing… I am not ashamed. I am not ashamed of what they have done to me… Ran sighed and winced as he shifted position, trying to get more comfortable. He leaned his pounding head against the dirty wall, waiting for his captors to return.

He had no idea what day it was, or the time, or even if it was morning or evening. His day revolved around Schuldich and Farfarello, and whatever games they wanted to play with him.

"Are you still alive over there, Ran?" Schuldich stepped away from the shadows and smiled down at his rival-turned-prey. "I don't want you giving out on me… especially when Youji hasn't seen you like this, all battered and dirty and mangled. He probably wouldn't try so hard to get you in bed, would he? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he goes back to fucking girls after this."

Ran tilted his head back further and narrowed his slightly glazed eyes at Schuldich. When he spoke, his voice was faintly nasal, a result of a broken nose. "Go to Hell. You won't break me that way. What Youji thinks about me is irrelevant. Besides, if what you told me is true… and Youji does have feelings for me… than he shouldn't care if I look like some cheap whore… like you, Schuldich. Didn't you sell your body, at one point in your pathetic life?"

Schuldich growled softly and crouched down in front of Ran. "You know… I was going to let you go today. But Farfarello mentioned something to me this morning..." He traced his finger over the multiple cuts and bruises gracing Ran's chest.

"You were a virgin the first time I fucked you, weren't you? I could tell… you were so tight and hot. That makes you angry, doesn't it? I know why… you wanted him to take you. You wanted Youji to be your first. That's so sweet. But now you think you're too dirty for him. That shouldn't matter, though. Youji's fucked more people than I have, and I used to get paid for it!"

Ran's lower lip trembled as he forced himself to contain his raging emotions. Schuldich took notice of this and clamped his travelling fingers over the pale, elegant neck in front of him. " I think you need to relax, Ran. Take a load off." He laughed at his joke, something he did often when no one was around to appreciate them. He stood, dragging Ran with him, and chained his tense arms above his head.

The telepath dropped down on his knees on the filthy ground, digging his fingers into jutting hipbones already bruised by rough and eager hands. He laughed cruelly as his prey strained to move out of his reach. Schuldich closed his eyes in concentration and dove into the mind of the beautiful killer in front of him, searching for a memory or image that would work to his advantage.

Frustrated, Schuldich left Ran's hate-driven thoughts. "Jesus Christ, you really need a sex life. Oh, well…" He grabbed the yielding mind in an invisible death grip and picked up on a single image…

Yes…

Suddenly, Ran saw Youji standing in front of him, smiling that same seductive smile. Tears formed in his tired eyes and fell down bloodstained cheeks. "Y-Youji… where…?" He reached out to embrace him, but his arms were still restrained. `Youji' smiled and kissed Ran passionately and gently, trying not to hurt him any further. He moved his hand down Ran's chest and stomach, then down his arousal, stroking it softly, drawing out quiet gasps of pleasure.

Just relax… don't think…

Schuldich smirked. How easily a weakened mind will listen to those they love. He knelt down again and took the tip of Ran's now fully erect length into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, listening to the low moans passing torn lips. He took more in, teasing the sensitive tip with teeth and tongue.

Ran gasped as `Youji' caressed him, thrusting into his mouth and writhing in the hot Hell surrounding him. He strained again, trying in vain to free himself; desperate to touch `Youji', to run his hands through that soft blonde hair, to gaze into those jade eyes.

Just before he released, Ran felt a sharp stab of pain in the back of his mind. But he ignored it as he felt his body stiffen briefly, than release. He opened his eyes, panting, to look down at his savior. But he wasn't there. Instead, he saw Schuldich, wiping his mouth and smiling ferally up at him.

He looked dazedly down at the telepath. "…no…" I am not ashamed. I feel nothing.

You are nothing.

Schuldich stood up and kissed Ran on the mouth, forcefully parting raw lips with his tongue. Ran tensed, then whimpered, as he tasted himself on Schuldich's tongue. He cried silently as his captor released his arms. He crumpled to the ground, and allowed a single sob to escape. But the tears didn't stop. He curled into a fetal position, wishing he could disappear… or die, instead of having this awful feeling inside of him. He cried until his throat was sore and raw, and his eyes wouldn't give any more tears.

Schuldich stepped back a few feet and laughed as Farfarello entered the room silently and wrapped his scarred arms around his lover and pressing his naked body against him. The telepath kissed the smaller man and shook his head, smiling.

"Mission complete."

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My tears fall unending down my cheeks, soaking into my shirt. I feel so helpless. I'm practically forced to watch all this happen, and I can't do anything about it. I rip the picture into tiny pieces and then put them in my ashtray and burn them until there is nothing left.

I reach for the second note, and I have to read several times before it begins to make sense.

Youji,

Did you enjoy our project? Did you find it informative and entertaining? If so, we should do it again. Farfarello is interested in that young friend of yours… Taketori's son. Omi, I believe is his name.

Well, I suppose you'll be wanting what's left of Ran. Come to the Kuroibara tomorrow at midnight. Bring a friend, bring a bunch of friends, the more the merrier!

Schuldich

I jump up and run around the house, screaming for Ken and Omi. When I show them the note and we agree to go, even Omi, though he looks terrified. Schuldich obviously isn't looking for a fight, so we don't worry about it too much.

For the first time in three hellish days, I smile.

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Ummm… okay, that SUCKED! If you have a problem with Schuldich being able to do that with the pictures… He didn't really do anything to them; he just kept a mental link with Youji throughout the whole thing. I know I should have put that into the fic some where, but, meh. Just deal with it. Okay? ^_^. I'll try to post part three soon! Cheers!