Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Killing Moon ❯ The Killing Moon ( Chapter 1 )

The Killing Moon

Author: Ziggy Stardust

Rating: … I don't know. :/

Spoilers: banananananananana

Warnings: GAY BOYS. :O Can't handle it? Why are you reading then? Go away. Oh yeah. It's my first submission. >:O deal. Oh yeah, and I included the lyrics to this awesome song by Echo and the Bunnymen at the end.

Disclaimer: I am poor and jobless. I don't own these lovely boys. ;-; <33

I remember the night I noticed he was beautiful.

It was lovely blue moonlit night, though the reason we were out wasn't quite so lovely. We were on a mission. Slashing bodies left and right, I was, a mindless rage surging through me, like always when I was on a mission like this. The kind where there is so much violence going on around you that you can't help but get caught up in it.

That night, in the midst of all the blood, I saw it. The way those strong hands expertly lassoed that deadly weapon as easily as one would tie a bow on a present. The way those forest green orbs, hidden behind those sunglasses, wouldn't even flinch, as he tugged that sharp, deadly thread, crushing his victim's windpipe. The stance his muscled, though lanky form would take when he felled his target, manipulating that silver wire until the one whose throat it was wrapped around breathed no more.

I watched him, and I was enraptured by what I saw.

I don't know what came over me. But I know that I had been so caught up in what I had seen that I failed to notice the attacker coming from my right. A stupid move on my part; But a strong embrace pulled me out of the way and out of my daze. It was an unexpected feeling, and it was... nice. I liked this feeling, the tightness of those arms around me. I felt like a drunk man in the middle of some paper-thin dream, liking and wanting this contact. And it was that point that I snapped back into reality, gripping the handle of my katana, and tearing myself free of that arm to drive the blade straight through that body. I reveled in the screech my victim made, pleasured by the sound of my blade twisting into that flesh, watching blood pool around his slowly dying form on the concrete rooftop. Taking something as precious as life from someone is one of the few truly satisfying actions. And I loved it. It was the only thing I knew, and I didn't care.

Perhaps you could say I was crazy. But in my line of work, it's not all that unusual.

I find satisfaction when I kill. I thought, for the longest time, that that was the only pleasure I could feel anymore. The simple feeling of driving a weapon through a nameless body like one would drive a stake through a vampire. I derived a sort of feeling not much unlike contentment, when I completed my missions, and that feeling only grew with every tally of my victims.

But that night, when I saw him, realizing what grace, what beauty, this man had within, I discovered that as satisfying as channeling mindless rage into a sort of sick comfort by killing people can be, it could not compare. And the thought did not leave my mind for a very long time.

I remember letting him close, for the very first time. It was months after that night, that memorable night where I first took notice of his ragged and torn beauty. I let him kiss me.

During those months, I had watched, sometimes with fury and jealousy as he courted numerous women, all of them falling all over themselves when graced with his charm and charisma. I watched him on his cigarette breaks, while seated behind the counter in the shop, making use of myself by tallying the orders up. He chose the same spot every day for his breaks, around the same time. I watched those rosy tiers part slightly to release soft gray curls of smoke, my eyes on those lips the whole time. And I wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

I never thought it actually would happen, seeing as he clearly had an interest in the female of the species. It was to change, however.

One particular night, he had no date. Odd, now that I think of it. He hadn't had a date in a while. Not like him. But this night was a starlit night, clear and beautiful, the stars themselves almost jewel-like. A night much like... that one. I was approached by him, out of sheer boredom on his part, and I allowed it, curiosity from my own. Warily I watched him, as he leaned on the arm of the couch, next to where I sat as he chattered away. I wanted him close. But he didn't need to know. It needs no explanation. He just doesn't need to. Not yet.

Yohji sure can talk a lot. I let him release that tension in the form of verbal energy, half-listening, half-thinking, but all-watching. I have perfected the blank stare, and it came useful as I watched that lovely mouth move with every enunciation of his words, the movement of his hands as he emphasized his words with actions, and the small expressions that crept over his face as he continued to babble. I caught little of it; a bit here and there about a mission, and fate, until he looked straight at me, and spoke.

"So do you think it was fate?" He asked me. I wasn't sure what he was referring to. I honestly hadn't been listening. I was too busy watching him.

Fate's a funny thing. It's seen me through a lot of things, thick and thin. With and against my will. I wish I could control my fate sometimes, the way a child controls a video game character. I wouldn't be here if I could do that. Or maybe I would, out of curiosity to see what would happen to me. But recently, I think that if I had control of fate, I would be in this man's arms. I wouldn't be the thing hiding behind a mask to make you think I didn't care, just so I would have less drama in my life.

I guess I do believe in fate. Just disappointed at the helplessness of not being able to control it.

"... Sure," I replied, after a brief moment. Green orbs watched me intently, that sort of concentration he had when on missions. That sort of expression that I absolutely loved on him. He leaned down a bit, peering into my face, as if trying to read me. He looked like he thought something might've been wrong with me, but instead, leaned down, his lips covering mine. They were soft, and he tasted of menthol cigarettes, and that unique, delicious flavor that was all him. Slowly I began to respond, leaning into that kiss, pushing back with enthusiasm. I liked this. I enjoyed this feeling, wanting it to never end.

Could I give myself to this man? Would he accept?

I felt his kissing grow more demanding, tongue gently flickering out to play against my own lips. Hesitantly I allowed him access, my own mouth parting to let my tongue come out. Batting and swiping, like kitten's paws at a ball of yarn, they dueled, until the need for air came. He broke away, I let him go with reluctance, and when he gathered enough air to speak, he told me how long he waited to do that. How he had wanted to go a while, and bade his time, waiting for an opportunity. My head spun, senses foggy from that kiss still, as I nodded a little.

I said nothing, and I knew that he expected that. Not that I had nothing to say; I wasn't ready to say what I wanted to yet. I realized my hand was gripping at his arm, holding on as we had kissed, and I let go gently. His own hand reached up to cup my chin, tilting my face up for another kiss, which I was ready for this time. I leaned into that kiss again, and as I did so, I felt something slip away from me, and a weight lift. The same sort of feeling I got when I killed.

The Killing Moon

by Echo And The Bunnymen

Under blue moon I saw you

So soon you'll take me

Up in your arms, too late to beg you

Or cancel it, though I know it must be

The killing time

Unwillingly mine

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give yourself to him

In starlit nights I saw you

So cruelly you kissed me

Your lips a magic world

Your sky all hung with jewels

The killing moon

Will come too soon

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give yourself to him

Under blue moon I saw you

So soon you'll take me

Up in your arms, too late to beg you

or cancel it though I know it must be

The killing time

Unwillingly mine

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give yourself to him

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give yourself to him

You give yourself to him

La la la la la...

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give yourself to him

You give yourself to him

La la la la la...

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give your...self to him

Fate

Up against your will

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until

You give yourself to him

La la la la la...

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Ahh, a nice R&R would be awesome. :) And tell me if I should do a lemon for you pervy little ones! X) I want to know if people would like one. Suggestions are good too. Flamers get a can of AXE to use on their smoking asses. ;D Nothing like a little butane to feed the fire.