Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ the rescue ❯ five ( Chapter 5 )

Main Pairings: Nagi/Omi, Schuldig/Yohji

Timeline: Set a year or so after Gluhen

Disclaimer: I don't own them

Note from Author: To all those who've read the first version of this chapter, there had been a slight mistake but I've revised it already. For those who are reading this the first time, enjoy! ^_^

Chapter Five

Kudou Yohji sighed heavily as he hurriedly made his way toward the park where Asuka had told him to meet her at ten in the morning. As he walked briskly towards his destination he tried to conjure the most suitable apology that would get them back together. He ran a trembling hand through his hair remembering his last few months with his wife.

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Yohji frowned at himself as he picked his food around his plate that morning, oblivious to his wife, Asuka who had been watching him for a few minutes already with a disapproving look on her face. For the past few days, Yohji had been awkwardly silent and aloof. It had been the fourth morning since he first saw the blonde so troubled.

By then, Yohji had already started dragging his fork around his plate, making screeching noises. Asuka had to reach out and stop his hand. “Yohji, are you all right?”

“Yes…” Yohji bit his lip, meeting Asuka’s pointed gaze. "Er...actually, just bothered about something.” He sighed wearily, ashamed that he had never been able to fight back that glare the woman gave him. It almost reminded him of someone from his past, whose name he cannot quite place.

Asuka shook her head, taking the fork away from him. “If you won’t tell me what it is , I won’t be able to help you.” She pouted then sat down, setting the fork at the side of her plate and eyeing Yohji critically.

For his part, Yohji looked at his mangled breakfast and picked up his spoon. Thank heavens they weren’t using chopsticks or he wouldn’t have had the chance to eat anymore.

Asuka fumed, reaching out to grab the spoon as well. “I’m waiting Yohji.” She growled uncharacteristically, placing the spoon beside his fork on her plate.

Yohji sighed. “It won’t make sense, Asuka. It’s just a bunch of... dreams.”

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It had been only a bunch of dreams, and until a few weeks ago, it had been harmless. Yohji would wake up shaking and whimpering in Asuka's arms. Until then, she never ceased comforting him and urging him back to sleep while holding him close to her. Then he had a different dream. He shuddered as he recalled the events of that night.

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Y-yamete...Yohji..."Asuka coughed out and struggled to take Yohji's unconscious grip off her neck. "Iie!"

Yohji's eyes flew open upon hearing the scream and found Asuka in tears beneath him. She was turning blue, her knuckles white from clutching at his hands. He immediately let go of her and apologized over and over again while he lifted her up and held her close. "I'm sorry Asuka, I'm sorry." It took him a long time to calm her down and yet, as she cried he felt his tears trailing down his cheeks as well. He had almost killed her, if he hadn't heard her scream and if he hadn't woken up, she would have died in his hands. He could not bear to carry such a heavy burden for the rest of his life.

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”I’m sorry.” Yohji muttered as he entered the park. He remembered that she forgave him the first time and even talked about his dream. This time, Yohji had to tell him.

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Yohji sat wearily beside her in their living room sofa, biting his lip and clasping his hands tightly on his lap. She had a point, it concerns her so she needed to know. He let out a deep sigh before he began. “I was in bed with a girl. I remember feeling so sad and I began to strangle her in the middle of…something. Then she screamed, but I recognized your voice, and when I woke up from it I realized I was strangling you.”

”You were dreaming.” It was a question that came out as a statement.

He frowned. “The girl wasn’t you, Asuka; but I don’t know who she is.”

”Why were you trying to kill her?”

”I don’t know. It’s the first time I’ve dreamt of it.”

Asuka watched him carefully as she placed her hand over his. “You’ve had other bad dreams before.” She said softly.

Yohji caught her hand and clasped it in between his. “I’m going to find help, I promise. I won’t do anything to hurt you again. I’m sorry.”

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He had found help from a psychiatrist named Dr. Nomura Seiki. He relayed the dreams he had; the one he told Asuka about and the other ones he hadn’t mentioned. All his nightmares had one thing in common – it involved death by his hands. All except a short dream, a vision of silky red strands brushing through his face and his hands; and then he saw his death, which was caused by an explosion inside a building, burying him under a thick pile of heavy rubble.

Having known that Yohji had a case of amnesia, the doctor considered the possibility that perhaps his memories were coming back. He had argued that the doctor he had years ago when he woke up from a coma had told him and Asuka that there was little to no chance that he might be getting his memory back. Then, why is it all coming back now?

’Who am I?’ Yohji wondered as he stopped a few yards away from Asuka who stood in the middle of a clearing to his left, overlooking a small fishpond, trees, and tall skyscrapers across the horizon. Beside her, a tall brunette had the attention of their surroundings, as he took no notice of Yohji’s approach.

Asuka turned and smiled faintly at him. Yohji was disappointed to see a slight apprehension marring her beautiful face. He sighed softly as he closed the distance between them. She had every right to be scared; a week ago, he had almost killed her again. He shot the man a questioning glance before returning to his wife. “Ohayou.”

”Hi.” She intentionally widened her smile but lowered his eyes to the ground. Yohji didn’t want to see her that way; it looked as if she didn’t trust him anymore. Recovering from that little awkward moment, she placed a reluctant hand on her companion’s arm. “Yohji, I’d like you to meet Dr. Itoshi Hisoka. Hisoka, this is my husband, Kudou Yohji.”

Dr. Itoshi towered over Yohji, but his height did not frighten him the least. It was the critical gaze the brunette held for him behind those spectacles that unnerved Yohji, and the look was somehow familiar that he thought he had seen it before. Yohji decided he did not like the man, although Hisoka had offered him a firm handshake. Nevertheless, he exchanged polite greetings with the doctor.

”Uhm, so how are you?” He asked, knowing fully well that she still works as a nurse at the nearby hospital. He had to move away, but made a point to try to call her the first few days. It hurt him that she didn’t answer his first few calls; he perfectly understood it as for both of their sakes. He continued seeing his doctor and even took his advice of avoiding televisions for a while. He now sneaked glances at the brunette who now stood before them, shamelessly listening in.

”I’m fine. How are you doing?” This was the first time they met after Yohji had to leave. Asuka didn’t like the arrangement either, but her friends had given her the advice since her situation with Yohji had just gone from pretty bad to extremely life-threatening. Just a few days ago, he had a talk with her friend doctor, who now stood beside her. Dr. Itoshi had suggested another way to speed up Yohji's progress.

There could have been so many things to say, but the sight of his wife in the company of another man unnerved him. With a tight smile he relayed that he had rented an apartment a few blocks away from their home and that he was doing fine.

She had noticed that Yohji had stopped talking, and was feeling noticeably uncomfortable at the doctor's presence. She reached up to cradle his cheek. "I'm glad to know you're doing fine."

Yohji caught her hand in his and brought it to his lips. With his eyes closed he placed a kiss at the back of her hand and sighed. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

Yohji let go of her hand, his eyes downcast. "Can I move back in?"

"Yohji." This time, Asuka took hold of the doctor by the arm, and bringing him closer within their circle. "He may be able to help you."

Yohji frowned mildly. "Why? What's wrong with Dr. Nomura?"

"Nothing's wrong. It's just that my friend may know a better way to help you." Asuka watched different expressions play across her husband's face.

There it was again. Her smile was too sweet to be regarded as genuine; if it were, it was as if she was asking for something in return. Yohji turned to the doctor who adjusted his glasses. "Shouldn't we discuss this matter in my office?"

Yohji nodded uncertainly.

"Great. Let's go."

"Um, shouldn't I schedule for an appointment first?"

It's all right. I can easily accommodate you." The doctor began steering him toward the path toward the exit.

There was something entirely wrong with this picture. For one, a fine doctor like Itoshi did not require appointments from his patients. On the other hand, it must be due to the fact that he is a friend of Asuka and is doing a favor. He sighed, allowing the taller man to lead him. Although he must say, he found it unusual for him to bring Yohji to his office just to tell him of his proposed treatment. Then again, medical matters are private so perhaps Dr. Itoshi was just respecting his privacy. Yohji took another few steps forward. It is a good thing that Asuka was there to support him. He turned to smile at his wife, but she wasn't anywhere near them. He glanced behind to see Asuka not budging from where she stood as if she wasn't coming.

"We need to have a private talk, Kudou-san," Dr. Itoshi explained when Yohji suddenly felt the doctor’s grip slightly tightening around his arm. "which is why we felt that it is best if your wife didn’t come."

Yohji’s panic had just risen a notch as he tried to struggle and found it hard to escape. Out of nowhere, two other men approached them whom Yohji suspected might be nurses to hold him in case he put up a fight. He no longer cared to be seen causing a carcass so he fought harder against the doctor. With his last effort, he managed to bang his head into Itoshi’s, which caused said man to fall to the ground and give the other two men something to worry about. Yohji was about to make a run for it when Asuka caught his wrist and whirled him around. Cries of plea immediately reached his ears, hands swept over his hair and face but he only felt two things. Pity was not one of them. “Why are you doing this?”

”I only want what’s best for you.”

You promised we’ll go through this together. Remember?”

Itoshi managed to get to his feet and instruct the two men to catch Yohji. The blonde was well aware of them due to the noise they were making; because of that, he could sense if they were getting to near him.

”Yohji, they will help you.”

”I am not insane!” he finally cried exasperatedly. “I don’t belong there, Asuka. I thought you’d understand.” Yohji gently pried her fingers away, to be able to run when the men came too near. With one last glance he let go of her and sprinted across the clearing, disappearing through the bushes that led to the paths which will take him to the exit.

Asuka watched as the men hurried to catch his husband. She doubted that she'd ever see Yohji again.

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