Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Hope Diamond ❯ Fujimiya - 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter Eleven

Ran greets my announcement with shock, mouth agape.

"I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I will free you from Takatori's control."

"Y-you don't know what you're saying."

"I do."

"No. Reiji-sama is very powerful."

"So am I. What class do you think I am?"

"I'm guessing A, from that night we fought in the mountains."

"You guess right."

"But Yohji, Reiji - no, I mean Takatori - is more than just a Class-A. He has me, he has vast political and financial influence and he has friends in high places!"

"And he also have enemies in high places. Besides, not everyone is his ally."

"What about Aya? I can't let her get hurt; I can't negate on our deal. If you fight him, he will order me to kill you and I will kill you."

"Doesn't matter because I don't intend to die at your hands. And I'll find a way to get your sister away from him too."

"And will you find a cure for her as well?"

"Yes."

Ran shakes his head in disbelief. "If Takatori, with all his power, couldn't find a cure after all these years, what makes you think you can?"

"I don't know but I'm willing to try. Can you say the same thing for Takatori? Do you still believe he will carry out his part of the deal?"

Ran is silent. I have struck at the heart of the matter and he knows as well as I do that Takatori is not carrying out his promise. He stares at me, a chaotic whirl of emotions flashing across his amethyst eyes. Disbelief, fear, hope, bewilderment, and more I see chasing each other in those purple orbs.

"It's ludicrous," he whispers. "Why would you do this for me?"

"Because everyone deserves to be free, you most of all."

Ran shifts to kneel beside me. "But the only way you can free me is by killing him and that means I will die as well."

"I know."

"I thought you want me."

"I do."

"But if I'm dead, then how -?"

"It doesn't matter." Somehow I know by saying this, I'm digging my own grave, eliminating any chances I have for happiness. "I would rather see you free than to be beholden to anyone in this world."

"But no one will care for my sister then."

"I will. I will care for Aya like she is my own."

He is stunned silent by my answer, gazing at me in pure wonder and joy. Then tears begin to fall down his face and he gifts me with the most brilliant smile I have ever seen.

"Arigato," he says in a voice choked with emotions.

"Thank me when I've actually accomplish it," I reply wryly.

He smiles at me through his tears. "Then see it as thank you for even considering it."

I wipe the tear tracks away with my thumbs, memorizing every bit of his smile. Ran has such a beautiful smile. It suddenly hit me that this is who he really is. Warm and gentle, full of life and beautiful in his purity. I feel incredibly humble and proud to be the one he chooses to show his real self to.

Still locking eyes with me, Ran leans forward. His soft full lips lightly brushes across mine, a chaste shy kiss, tentative and timid. The mood changes the instant he kisses me, from one of joy and hope to a growing intimate tension I'm quite familiar with. I can feel his breath on my face when he pulls back slightly; see the uncertainty warring with his joy in his eyes.

A spell seems to settle over us, binding us together, as we hover with barely a breath of space between us. He leans forward again and so do I.

Our mouths meet, a gentle exploration of lips and tongues. I let him lead, let him explore my lips in his tentative yet oh so arousing manner. It's obvious he has never initiated a kiss before; whatever kissing he did with Takatori, the bastard simply took without asking. I wouldn't be surprised if Takatori also took his pleasure without asking. So when Ran grows bolder in his exploration, gently probing my lips with his tongue to ask for entry, I give it to him. I ignore my growing urge when he slips his tongue into my mouth, still carefully exploring.

This kiss is for Ran.

Our tongues begin to duel, the coolness of his being rapidly replaced by warmth of the kiss. I shiver when I feel his cool hands bracing against my shoulders as he presses against me even more. His slow careful strokes are driving me nuts, inflaming me.

I can't take it anymore. The seme side of me is screaming to take control

Threading my fingers through his silky hair, cradling his head in my hands, I slant our mouths for a better fit. A startled gasp escapes him as I delve into the sweet cavern of his mouth, still dueling with his tongue. I kiss him thoroughly, drowning in the unique taste of him.

Intoxicating. His flavor reminds me of the moon, cool and sweet, honeyed and pure. And his responses are so honest and eager.

God, I can't get enough of him.

By the time we surface for air, I am fully aroused and straining badly against my pants. I close my eyes and rest my forehead against his, fighting to retain the shreds of my control. Our heavy breathings are the only sound in the darkness. I am very pleased to discover that he is trembling badly in my arms and that I'm in not much better condition myself.

Ran lifts his head, his eyes cloudy with passion. His cheeks are flushed and his lips swollen and wet from our kiss, parted ever so invitingly. Dazedly he brings a hand up to his lips. "It feels different," he murmurs in breathless wonder. "Good…Why?"

"I can make a guess," I murmur back, still trying to keep my raging arousal in check. "Did you want Takatori to kiss you?"

He shakes his head.

"Did you want to kiss me?"

Ran blushes even more. "I've wondered what it would be like."

"There you have it. There's a difference between wanting to kiss someone and being kissed without your consent. With the right partner, kissing can be heaven."

I can't take my eyes off the fingers he is running lightly across his kiss-bruised lips.

"…I like it," he whispers almost shyly.

"So do I."

I kiss him again harder, letting him feel my pent-up passion and desire. He is all too willing to give me entry again, eager to enjoy what I can give him. Distantly I sense my hands moving with a will of their own, shifting Ran until he is straddling me, bringing our pelvises into intimate contact.

Ran groans into my mouth, a sexy vibration that arouses me even more. He sags against me, as our erections rub against each other, sending our passions spiraling even more wildly out of control. I can't seem to take my hands off his clothed bottom, squeezing the twin firm melons and rubbing him against my hard-on. He hugs me close, head bowed and buried in my shoulders, trembling and moaning in growing excitement.

And I have to kiss his neck, press hot wet nips down the pale elegant column. I can feel his grip moving to my hair, tangling with my curls, cradling me close as he tips his head to the side, allowing me greater access. It is an offer I cannot resist and I nuzzle his skin, drinking in the intoxicating scent that is uniquely Ran.

"Yohji…"

I have to close my eyes. The way he moans my name, in that low sexy voice…I can come just hearing him call my name like that.

"Ran…" I breathe, bestowing tiny kisses along his collarbone.

I go lower and begin to kiss a pale pink nipple, licking and biting it until it is a hard nub of flesh. My fingers play with his other nipple, pinching and twisting. His moans and whimpers are music to my ears, sexy little sounds that compliment his sensual writhing on my lap that rubs our erections together.

By this time, I cease to think. All I am aware of is Ran's lean lithe body rubbing against me, the sensuality of his movements and his soft breathy sounds of pleasure. I don't know when I've started grinding against him in earnest, the heat between my legs driving me on. The next thing I know, his cool hands are on my hardness, stroking me with a skill that somehow made me regret I was not the one who taught him.

But the thought flees quickly. And I return the favor by undoing the drawstrings of his pants and taking him out as well. He shudders, head bowing from the pleasure.

There, in the darkness broken only by our harsh panting and gasps of excitement, my world is narrowed down to this sweet hot rhythm between us, our hands moving in synchronized movements, fast and hard. When the climax hits us, Ran let out a small sharp cry and shudders, pushing hard in my grip as he spills over my hands and his stomach. I join him a few heartbeats later, my mind completely white out by the stunning end.

Ran collapses against me, his panting loud in my ear. I'm still somewhere high up there, stunned by the most intense orgasm I ever had even though it is just mutual masturbation.

"Ran," I manage to gasp out. "You alive?"

He grunts and very slowly props himself up again, bracing his shaking arms against my chest. The look on his face is one of extreme bliss and wonderment.

"How do you feel?"

"It's…wow."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Summoning up the shreds of my strength, I bring my hands up to my mouth and begin to lick them clean.

He watches in wide-eyed fascination as I lick and swallow every bit of his cum. It is sweet and bitter somehow, an odd combination but addictive. I find it strange that his semen tastes human to me. I suppose it's one of the quirks of being a Gem.

"Want a taste?" I whisper to him in my best seductive voice. As though spellbound, he leans forwards and kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue. "That's you," I murmur.

Then I take his hands and begin to lick them. His breathing hitches when I bring his pale slender digits into my mouth, lazily sucking them clean. When I finally release his hands, Ran automatically leans forward for another kiss.

"And that's us," I reach up and stroke my fingers through his hair. "Remember the taste."

"Hai. When he takes me again," he replies softly, "I will remember this night, to remind me how wonderful it could actually be. Is that all right with you?"

"As long as the memory is able to give you courage, why should I mind?" I plant a kiss on his forehead. "Come on, let's get clean up."

Hand in hand, we go to the bathroom, Ran's discarded shirt left forgotten on the couch. In the bright light of the bathroom, I let my gaze run appreciatively over his half-nude form. He is demurely holding his soiled pants up with one hand, the drawstrings tangled in his slender fingers.

Ran is simply too beautiful for words, well-built, nice compact muscular structure yet still sleek and slender. The not-too-broad shoulders dips down to slender waist, showing off the washboard stomach. He is built like a swordsman, grace and strength in perfect balance.

I bring my gaze back up to his face, marveling at the blush that stains his cheeks.

"It's strange," he whispers. "After being his for so long, you'd think I would be used to being stared at."

"But how many people actually saw you nude during those years?" I point out gently.

I rinse out a washcloth in warm water and begin to wipe his body in long languid strokes, cleaning up the splatters of cum from his flat tummy. I go down on my knees before him and reach to untangle the drawstrings of his pants from his fingers, never removing my gaze from his.

His eyes are soft and luminous, glowing with an inner light that has nothing to do with his Gem nature. Shyly, he let the drawstrings slip through his fingers and I slowly lower his pants, letting the fabric fall into a puddle at his feet.

I sit back and stare.

I had seen him in shorts; I knew how sexy his legs are. But faced with his bare self, this close, I am overwhelmed by his perfection. Narrow boyish hips, his long legs are sleek muscled columns of pale flesh, perfect curving calves and delicate ankles. The small thatch of red hair glimmers with the same ruby redness as his hair, a cold crimson color that stands out against his pale skin.

"God," I manage to breathe. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Ran blushes even more. I watch in fascination as the blush spread down to his collarbone.

"Yohji…" he says in an embarrassed whisper.

Reverently, I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his thighs and hips. I plant a kiss on his cute belly button and nuzzle his pubic hair and genitals with my nose. He lets out an involuntary gasp, his arms reaching to brace against my shoulders.

"So beautiful," I murmur against his skin. "I can worship you forever."

"Yohji, don't put me on a pedestal."

I look up at him, giving him a teasing smile. "I don't do that, Ran. My idea of worship is a little more hands-on."

Ran's face turns the same shade as his hair.

I chuckle and decide to let the poor thing off the hook. I plant a kiss on his semi-hard penis and carefully clean him. Every now and then, I glance up and smile at the increasingly heated look in his eyes. I drag out the cleaning as long as I can, teasing and arousing him more than I am actually cleaning him.

"Yohji, I-I'm…" His voice trails off in embarrassment and lust.

"Do you want me to?" I ask him in a husky voice, breathing softly over his rigid shaft.

"Please."

Very carefully, I take his cock into my mouth. He gasps in shocked pleasure and grabs my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. His knees buckle, threatening to send him falling but I wrap my arms around his hips, holding him up. I begin to deep-throat him, going down till my nose is buried in his pubic hair before backing up. My tongue explores the prominent vein on the underside of his rock-hard cock and licks the slit of his head, making sure to not to neglect a single inch of his flesh.

Above me, Ran's little moans, the thrusting of his hips tells me how much he is enjoying this.

My hands caress his butt, lightly skimming across his crack, as I begin to suck him off in earnest. I am sorely tempted to reach in and explore his warm secret entrance but I hold back. When I take him, it is because he offers to give to me.

The tightening of his fingers in my hair is the only signal I get when he comes. A low passionate groan reaches my ears as he spills into my mouth. I swallow his essence, feeling the warm bittersweet cum slide down my throat, never letting go until I have milked him of every drop. I release his cock, looking up at his dazed and blitzed-out expression.

Feeling very pleased with myself, I wipe him clean and reluctantly pull his pants up, tying the drawstrings securely. I efficiently remove the stain in his pants with a cleaning spell.

"There, clean and nice."

He blinks at the sound of my voice, slowly coming out of his post-coital haze. I stand up and bring him into my arms again, tossing the dirty washcloth aside.

"You all right with this?" I have to ask, worried that I may be moving too fast for him.

"Yes, more than all right. It is nothing like how he touches me."

"Good."

"I never like it when he touches me," Ran admits. "He plays me like a toy and sometimes when I ask him to stop, he doesn't listen. But when you touch me, I feel cherished and loved. That makes all the difference."

Ran looks up at me. "I like you, Yohji."

"I like you too, Ran."

"I know it's dangerous and foolish but I want to see you again."

The danger is great, and I know full well if I agree, the both of us are risking more than just a forbidden romance. Our lives, and lives of Weiss and Aya-chan, will be at stake if Kritiker and Takatori ever finds out about us. Even then…even then, it is not enough to deter me.

"How often do you visit your sister?" I ask him.

"Once every day, usually in the afternoon."

"Where's your next visit?"

"Monday noon. I'll be there at two."

"Do you think you can sneak out of the hospital without notice?"

Ran smirks. "Easily."

"Good. Then I'll see you in the park by the swings. Keep it secret."

"Of course." He tiptoes and plants a sweet kiss on my lips. "Thank you Yohji."

"You're welcomed, beautiful."

He pulls away from me reluctantly. "I got to go. It's almost dawn."

I'm very reluctant to let him go too. Our hands remain in each other as we go back into my room, lingering over every touch as I help him put on his shirt.

"Take care of your back," I murmur as I redo the buttons. "If he asks -"

"I'll tell him I got a shadow-servant to treat it." He smiles, a tiny wry smile at me. "He doesn't like anyone else to touch me, so magical assistance is the only way I ever get my wounds treated."

"Too bad it didn't work out," I snicker.

Ran clasps my hands. "Remember our date."

"I'll be there," I promise. "I'll see you around, beautiful."

"You too, gorgeous."

My brows shoot up into my hairline. The last thing I see before he vanishes in front of my eyes is his sly yet happy smirk.

Me? Gorgeous? Well, if the Gem thinks so, then who am I to say otherwise.

* * *

"Ohayo, Shinichiro-san." A too-genki voice chirps too brightly, too loudly.

I groan at the sudden burst of sunlight into my room, pulling the blankets over my head. "Cut it out."

"It's nine in the morning. Time to get up, Shinichiro-san," the cheerful voice continues.

"Too early," I mumble into the blanket.

"The cruise leaves at twelve sharp, sir. It's best you get up. Now."

A hard yank pulls the blanket away, leaving me to suffer in the bright sunlight and the even brighter sight of a hyper-genki Omi smiling at me. He grabs my arm and pulls me upright. "Mou, what time did you get to bed last night?"

"Almost six."

"What were you doing up so late?"

The realization of what I said finally filtered into my sleep-fogged mind. I mentally kick myself, I have almost gave away my date last night with Ran.

"Balinese?"

"Nothing. Just couldn't sleep, that's all." I dismiss his concern and shuffle blearily to the bathroom.

God, I hate mornings.

It is almost an hour before I'm ready to leave the bathroom, feeling halfway human. I pull out a fresh set of clothes from my luggage - an expensive polo shirt and jeans - and begin to change. Even with my back turned, I can sense Omi's annoyance.

"If you wanna dress me down for last night, I'm all ears."

"All right. Why did you dance with the Blood Diamond?"

"Why not? I was acting my role."

"Do you know you took an unnecessary risk of drawing attention to yourself? You could have easily blown your cover."

"But I didn't."

"You could have though." Omi comes over to my side, a worried frown marring his young face. "Balinese, we're in a very dangerous situation. There is a chance that Takatori's security and Schwartz are already on to us. You, as field leader, should know better than taking unnecessary risks."

"We're still safe, Bombay. Neither Takatori nor Schwartz knows for sure that we are here. We are going to get out of here alive and well." I squeeze his shoulders reassuringly. "I promise you."

Omi sighs, still looking troubled. "I wish you would tell one of us what is going on with you."

"It's not going to affect my performance," I assure him. "Speaking of which, do you have it with you?"

Omi takes out a floppy disk from his pocket and hands it to me. It is my job to smuggle the disk out of the island, since I'm leaving earlier than Omi and Ken. I hold up the floppy disk above my watch and murmur a spell. With a brief soft glow, the floppy disk dissolves into a column of smoke, which is rapidly drawn into my watch.

As ready as we can ever be, it is time to go.

Omi picks up my carry-on luggage and leads the way to the hall where a breakfast buffet is set up. Not many are up this early and the hall is quiet. I see Ken manning the bar counter at the far corner; raise my brow at the brown-haired waitress who seem to be getting her thrills flustering him. That must be Yuriko, the girl Omi told me about. It is not everyday I see our honest, don't-know-how-to-flirt Ken getting hit on by the opposite sex. I can't help but wonder how badly he is doing with her attention. If I were he, I would have gone with the flow.

The breakfast is a spread of wide varieties of food. I put together a plate of continental cuisine and a cup of coffee, and sit at an outdoor garden table. A shadow crosses above me and someone takes the seat next to mine without being invited.

I glare at the unwanted company. "Schuldich."

"Good morning, Herr Shinichiro." The carrot-haired German telepath greets with mock cheer.

"What do you want now?"

"Why, can't I just have breakfast with someone I find intriguing?"

"I don't like being the focus of your interest."

"Who ever enjoy being Mastermind's focus of interest?"

"Does that include your teammates?" I ask dryly.

Schuldich actually laughs. "I like you, Shinichiro. You got style and spunk, much better than most I've met."

"Thanks, I think."

The German suddenly leans close to me, so close that all I can see are his glittering green eyes. "You carry secrets, Shinichiro. I can smell it."

A strange pressure begins to grow in my head, increasing rapidly. It feels like someone is digging their fingers straight into my mind, pressing hard against my mental shields. "Yamero," I say through gritted teeth. The pressure is starting to hurt.

"I want your secrets even if I have to rip them out of your mind."

"I said, yamero!" I strike back, lashing out with a combination of will and magic.

Schuldich falls back in his chair. With grim satisfaction, I see pain and surprise crossing his face quickly before covered by his ever-present smirking mask.

I glare at him. "Don't try to dig in my mind again, telepath."

"Looks like I have underestimated you." To my relief, Schuldich backs off. "I won't do that again."

"You won't have a second chance."

He smirks. "We'll see."

A scream shatters the serenity of the garden. I whirl around, jumping to my feet, aghast at the sight before me. Most of the guests have arrived for breakfast and they, like me, are gaping in shock and horror at the duo moving calmly through the crowd.

It is Crawford and Berserker heading towards the mansion. It is not so much as them that send the chill down my spine but rather the limp bruised and battered body Berserker is dragging along. Everyone scurries away from them as they approach, watching them in mute horror. They stop when Takatori steps out onto the porch, the older man obviously been informed by the agitated waiter behind him.

"Oracle, what is the meaning of this?" Takatori demands.

"A gift for your hospitality over the weekend, Mr. Takatori." Crawford replies coolly as Berserker dumps the body on the steps in front of Takatori. A pained groan from the poor soul dispels any questions that he is dead.

Takatori barely glances down at the body. "This is one of my cleaners. I should have you arrested for harassing my staff."

"I found him trying to make his escape on the far side of the island," Crawford counters calmly. "He has this with him."

The American holds up a sturdy carrier-box that I have only just noticed. The agitated waiter hurries down the steps to take the box and scurries just as quickly back to Takatori. Unhurriedly and with a trace of suspicion, Takatori opens the box and lifts out a gorgeous white jade vase.

"I believe that is the vase that was stolen," Crawford states.

"Yes it is." Takatori shut the box again, gesturing the waiter to take it away. "It would appear that I owe you a debt of gratitude."

Crawford adjusts his glasses. "Not at all. I simply did what my vision told me. Now if you would excuse me, I have to get ready for the trip back."

"Of course." Takatori turns to reenter his mansion again while two of his security guards step forward and take the poor thief into custody.

As I watch them drag the thief away, I can't help but feel that this will be the last time anyone will see him alive.

"Don't you want to know why he did it in the first place?" the nasal voice next to my ear reminds me abruptly who I am unwillingly having breakfast with.

"It's not my business."

"I'm shocked. And to think he has helped you so much."

I stop in mid-step, frozen by that insidious voice. I turn back, coolly meeting his malicious gaze.

"I can just imagine what his confession is before they kill him. How he never planned to do it. He couldn't understand why he did it. But it was an urge he couldn't resist etc."

"You…" The realization is a cold dead weight at the bottom of my stomach. Schuldich, the damn telepath, set the poor sod up to take the fall to divert the attention from Weiss' break-in.

Still wearing that damn smirk I dearly want to punch, Schuldich walks past me. "See you around, thief."

Interlude

It had been one fun weekend.

Every time he recalled his last conversation with Shinichiro, Schuldich felt like chortling. The man's expression was priceless; he got a kick every time he managed to get under the man's skin. Shinichiro was no more an entrepreneur than Schuldich was an innocent lamb. It made the little games so much more fun.

Schuldich leaned against the bulkhead on board the cruise boat, watching the Takatori's guests with the same regard he gave to the helpless people on the street. It didn't matter if this particular group was rich and powerful, or there were Techno-Mages present as well. He was Schwartz, and even the Techno-Mages knew better than to tangle unnecessarily with them.

Schuldich didn't look up when his leader came to stand next to him. //Was the weekend to your expectations, Brad?//

//Exactly as I have foreseen it.//

Schuldich scanned through the crowd, his gaze finally resting on Shinichiro at the far end of the luncheon room. The man has been steadfastly avoiding him ever since the morning incident. Among all the guests, he is the only one who caught Schuldich's interest. The German knew there had to be more beneath that fake identity and Shinichiro was proving to be delightfully resistant to his digging.

//What have you gleaned from Shinichiro's mind?//

//Very little. The man guards his thoughts diligently.//

//Oh? Am I detecting a tone of admiration, Schuldich?//

//Perhaps I am admiring his strength of mind, Brad. You know I can't resist a tough opponent. Makes me wants to break him even more.//

//So you have nothing to report?//

//Just one. The word 'Weiss'.//

//'White' in German.//

Schuldich gave his leader a sidelong glance, watching the faint knowing smirk curling the American's lips. //Now would you mind telling me why we helped him?//

//All in due time, Schuldich. The future is ever-changing.//

The German telepath gave up trying to figure out Crawford's schemes. "Che, I never know what goes through your head, Crawford. You're just like the devil."

"Devil?" Crawford gave him an amused look. "The devil should be you, guilty one."

End of Book One

Author's post-script notes:

Whew! I didn't expect this particular story arc to be so long. I'm so glad it's done. Finally. And I did it with the current problems I'm having in Real Life. Not bad. Now I'm faced with a whole new set of problems - how the heck am I going to continue this?