Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The strand of blood and tears that bind ❯ Web of Destiny: The birth of Conspiracy ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimers: I do not own the characters of Weiss Kruez, Takehito Koyasu, Tsuchiya Kyoko, Shinshokan and others do. This story is from my head and there is no way that they would even think of doing this with their characters.

Warning: Mild language

Rating: NC - 17

Pairing: Aya Ran x Youji

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Present - The kitchen table

Ken glanced nervously at his two older team mates, breakfast was quiet for a change usually Youji was annoying everyone especially the leader but today the blonde barely looked at Aya and Ken was having a hard time believing this.

Youji was quiet just sitting there smoking his cigarette looking out the window barely touching his food. If that wasn't bad enough Aya who was quiet anyway was even more so and that was impossible.

Ken couldn't stand it any longer he had to break the silence that was getting on his nerves giving Omi a knowing look. "So--" he nearly fell out of his seat as two sets of eyes glared at him coldly. Right, now they were starting piss him off! "What the hell is the matter with you two?" Okay maybe he should have been a little more subtle but it wasn't his fault he reasoned, it was there fault.

Glaring at Ken Youji felt like reaching over and grabbing the soccer player by the neck and shutting him the hell up, he turned his head sharply when Aya finally spoke.

"Nothing is wrong with us is there Youji?" Aya gave Ken a murderous look, if he says one more word he was going upstairs to grab his katana and run it through him.

Youji nodded with a smug look on his face, "absolutely nothing Aya," the two team mates agreeing on something for a change. Youji frowned as a distant memory tried to focus, his eyes widened as his dream bombarded his mind, he swallowed afraid to look at the person he dreamed of. Shit, shit why wasn't it someone else he had a wet dream about, anyone but bloody Aya.

Ken clamped his lips together tightly before he said something he would regret. Now they were agreeing with each other, what the hell was that? They never agree with one another!

Lifting his eyes he could see Omi had something on his mind and wondered if he was alright. "Omi you okay?"

All eyes on him now, Omi had no choice but to look up as he began to chew his bottom lip. He kept thinking about the mission and what had happened. It was a success but that wasn't bothering him it was what Crawford did to Youji that was playing on his mind. Looking at the blond shyly he stammered, "Um Y-Youji about l-last n-night--"

Sitting up quickly Youji snapped, "What about last night? It was just a dream!" Did Omi know? Did he talk in his sleep? God he hoped not it would be too embarrassing his face paling.

So he did get that feeling and he had a dream, was it the same one I had? One way to find out, Aya stared at Youji willing him to look at him. Blond bastard is ignoring me I will get you later Youji.

Raising an eyebrow Omi was puzzled, "Ah no Youji I don't think Crawford kissing you was a dream, I mean I saw it, we all did."

"Oh that." Youji sighed with relief relaxing again trying to forget that little incident. He did say little? He could also feel Aya's piercing eyes on him and there was no way in hell he was going to look at him. No. Way. In. Hell!

Tilting his head Omi looked at him shrewdly, "What dream are you talking about Youji?"

"Dream what dream?" Panic made him sit up again his eyes burning into Omi's, 'don't say another word' they were saying menacingly 'or else!'

Burying his head into his hands Omi could feel a headache coming on; this conversation was going nowhere. He had no idea what was wrong with Youji, obviously he had a dream last night of what he had no idea but he was willing to bet Aya was in that dream. This made him look up at Youji then Aya, his mind ticking over something was going on between the two of them. He decided to change the subject back to Crawford; he hated seeing Youji looking anxious as he did now.

"Youji why do you think Crawford kissed you?"

Everyone held there breath waiting quietly, Aya's blue violet depths never leaving Youji's. He was thankful that Omi was the type to keep at something until he had the answers he wanted a smirk playing around his mouth.

Youji made himself relax he was over reacting and drawing too much attention to himself. He lit another cigarette then leaned forward his chin sitting on top of his hands, deep in thought. "I have no idea Omi, maybe he had a vision," the déjà vu feeling hitting him like a flash of lightning, his mind drifting as his eyes closed.

//Such a nice serene place this garden, statues of naked males and females frolicking around the fountain where Omi was standing with golden wings, he was talking to him but Youji couldn't understand what he was saying but the little chibi was worried about him, his expression of pain surprised him. Youji turned around as he could hear someone else approaching them, his eyes could only stare, his mouth gaping…Crawford! A golden!//

Watching Youji with concern Aya frowned, he had that faraway look on his face he snapped, "Youji!"

Startled Youji opened his eyes blushing putting his cigarette to his lips as he looked at Aya. What was happening to him? This question held in his eyes as if he was pleading with Aya to understand him, better yet help him to understand what the fuck was going on.

Aya stood up saying brusquely, "Youji and I will take that mission tomorrow won't we Youji?"

"Yes," he answered without hesitation, Youji had no idea what the mission was but this feeling was driving him nuts and it was beginning to take him over. Standing Youji had had enough of these useless thoughts. "I need some air," his slender form making its way to the door.

"We will talk about the mission when you get back Youji. Omi I want you to do something for me."

Omi stared at Aya with curiosity. "Um sure, what is it you want me to do?"

"Book four nights at the Sakura for Youji and me separate rooms." He was going to sort this business out once and for all but he was not about to share a room with his team mate just in case he has another one of those dreams concerning a very naked Youji. He frowned as he felt his cheeks burning hoping no one had noticed especially Omi the observant one. Turning briskly he walked to the door opening it saying over his shoulder, "Ken we have a shop to run."

Ken shrugged winking at Omi, "catch with you later Omi."

"Later Ken." Omi looked out the window as something floated pass, hovering, beckoning and he was fascinated to discover it was a black feather. He stood up walking towards the window and opened it, his body tingled as electricity ran up his spine, he was mesmerised by the feather that seemed to have stopped, defying gravity and time. Reaching out with his hand he was afraid that it would disappear apprehension making him sweat, what was this feeling? His long slender fingers finally caressed it and he regretted the moment he touched it his head swirled as he shot backwards the black feather gripped tightly in his hand now his body flung to the floor. What the hell?!

He froze as he could hear whispering words being spoken over and over again, the females voice so familiar the words, 'The web has woven destiny, the curse cannot be broken until the blood and tears that bind become one and entwined,' repeating, almost maddening.

These words were ominous inside of Omi's head the female voice he now recognised…Manx!!

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Web of destiny: The birth of conspiracy

Past - The Demonach's

Sitting on the stone railing of the balcony Aya Ran breathed in the smell of spring all around him as the cherry blossoms on the trees fluttered to the ground gently, blankets of white covering the grass. The smell of spring reminding him of Youji.

His skin flushed as he remembered the way they had touched each other yesterday, the way Youji had caressed his own golden body. Aya shivered as a tingle went up his spine, yes Youji was a sensual creature and one that Aya Ran wanted and what Aya wants he always gets. He smirked at this, tonight Youji I will show you who is master!

He was attracted to the golden with black feathers, never before has he been attracted to another being, not like this. This feeling overtook him and he hated it. There was no way he was going to let this feeling overtake him, it was sex, lust and that is all he would ever give. He is a Demonach and they care for nothing and no one and his pride would never let him do anything so stupid, this he promised and vowed on his family name Fujimiya.

Exhaling he felt the presence of Shuldich and placed a shield around his thoughts, if he ever finds out about Youji…he shook his head, why should he care what he does to him? He ignored the question watching a single blossom float towards him.

Jade eyes stared at Aya intently and Shuldich wished that he was able to read his mind but dared not to. He was still not sure of the extent of Aya's power and quite frankly he did not have a death wish. The crimson demon was a force to be reckoned with and besides, Shuldich wanted him for a lover, all he had to do was convince Aya which was proving to be difficult.

He smelled something on Aya, an aroma of sex mixed in with spring and honey. He noticed it when Aya emerged from the stone formation yesterday. He acted his usual self, cold and angry but Shuldich sensed another emotion simmering on the surface and he wanted to know what it was.

Was Aya seeing another demon secretly and didn't want to tell him? When he finds out whom the demon was he was going to kill him nice and slowly. Aya belonged to him and there was no way in fucking hell he was going to share him with anyone else!

"What the hell are you looking at Shuldich? You are starting to piss me off!"

Shuldich smirked shrugging his shoulders; "I was looking at you."

"Why?"

"Why not?" He loved teasing Aya until the little rose nearly killed him that is.

Aya's face was emotionless his voice low and cool, "Looking is all you will ever get from me Shuldich, nothing else." It was Aya's turn to smirk as he saw anger flash in the emerald depths of the telepath, mind manipulator Shuldich.

His eyes squinting Shuldich vowed that he would get Aya one way or another but first he will find out who he was meeting, kill him and cut his body up into little strips too make sure he was dead. Shuldich licked his lips at this thought, blood, torn flesh was always a turn on for him and with the help of his insane partner Farfello he will get what he wants.

Aya spread his wings bored with their banter the wind rushing along his blood red feathers giving them an erotic caress, his braided hair swinging behind him. "I have to go."

Before Shuldich could answer Aya pushed upwards his powerful wings lifting him higher into the air and flew away his thoughts on the next meeting with the golden. He will see him again, what had happened last night was only the beginning of things to come, the witch demon had said they were linked and he was curious enough to know in what way plus the fact he wanted to feel Youji close against his skin again.

Watching this display made Shuldich more determined to get Aya and to get rid of the competition. Smirking Shuldich snapped his fingers twice and waited for the white demon Farfello to arrive. "Time to trap a demon."

Arriving Farfello glared at the orange haired demon coldly. "What?"

A smile curled Shuldich's lips as he slowly walked towards Farfello. The white demon looked like an angel with his long white hair and wide eyes wearing white leather pants and vest that was unbuttoned. When you looked closer into those gold murky depths you could see the sure sign of madness lurking within this demon, his hatred for the gods the cause of this.

Lifting his hand Shuldich caressed his fingers down the pale chest of Farfello, smirking as he felt the thinner male tremble from his touch hatred burning in his eyes. //Yes you hate it when you feel pleasure don't you Farfello?//

The white demon gasped as the back of Shuldich's hand began to rub across his leather-encased groin eliciting a moan from his mouth rage building within his tortured soul like a tornado. //No, I love pleasure for it brings with it pain I only hate it when it is with you.// He bit his lip to stop himself from groaning as more pleasure began to bombard his senses, Shuldich's touch getting bolder as Farfello's aroused flesh pushed tightly against his pants.

Shuldich laughed flicking his hair over his shoulders his burnt orange wings clashing with his hair. He was a tease but he knew when to stop. Farfello was a dangerous demon his obsession to hurt God the fuel for his anger and lust to kill and it is this hatred he was relying on. Moving his hand away from Farfello's groin Shuldich's face went serious. "Alright then enough games I have a job for you."

Farfello stared at Shuldich coolly; admiring the way the black leather trousers moulded the bigger man's body, outlining a well toned male demon, his black silk shirt covering the perfect muscle toned chest and abs his coat reaching to his knees his fiery orange hair tumbling untidily around his shoulders. Shuldich had the body of Adonis and the face of Apollo but he had one flaw…weakness. Aya Ran and it is this weakness that Farfello despised Shuldich for.

"What is your wish?"

Smiling Shuldich caressed Farfello's cheek, //My wish is to own Aya Ran and there is an obstacle in my way. You are going to find out who it is and remove this obstacle by whatever means you wish.//

If Farfello knew how to smile he would of, but his face remained impassive his brain taking in the data, assessing it then nodded once. //It shall be done.//

"I knew I could rely on you." Shuldich leaned down brushing his lips against the coldness of the white demon's mouth, his tongue sweeping over his lips tasting death and blood. Moaning Shuldich crushed him close to his body his right hand holding Farfello's head tightly so he could not escape. //If you seek pleasurable pain Farfie I will give it to you in abundance.// His tongue forced its way into the white demon's mouth his hand pulling his hair harshly.

Farfello moaned as pain tingled up and down his spine Shuldich's tongue rubbing erotically against his own, never has Shuldich ever did this to him before. He stumbled backwards as Shuldich let him go a smirk twitching around his lips.

"You may go and we will continue our discussion on pain and pleasure at another time." Turning Shuldich left Farfello standing there looking at his back with daggers in his eyes. Shuldich shivered not understanding the chill that ran up his spine like broken glass. He ignored it as he had other things to attend to, the thought of Farfello behind him making him feel a brief moment of nervousness as his footsteps quickened.

The white demon's eyes glittered black, the darkness in his gaze seeming endless. "Your lust will be your downfall Shuldich. That which you desire will never be yours for fate, destiny has laid out its web of life and death will be the trigger for its beginning." Shuddering Farfello slid his silver knife from its sheath gently slicing his stomach with it, moaning as sharp exquisite stings shot through his body, his other hand lightly touching his swollen member. "This is what I will do with the obstacle, this and more."

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The Goldarcen's

Youji walked into the cold building his thoughts on yesterday. Aya Ran. He smiled softly a pink blush infusing his face. What was it about the demon that made him act the way he did? He had no idea and why did the demon not kill him? He was not sure about that either but what he was sure of if any of the golden's find out he was in a lot of trouble.

Walking up the stairs he hesitated as long as Brad did not find out he should be alright.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Youji took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, speaking of Brad. He forced a smirk on his face and turned to look down at the high priest. "Out."

With slow menacing steps the blue-haired male with cold brown eyes climbed the stairs his gaze trained on Youji flicking to his abnormal black wings, the bane of his life. He could not understand why the Emperor decided to let him live. He was nothing like a golden, nothing at all. "Where?"

Youji frowned, "None of your fucking business that's where." Turning he walked towards the garden area he was not in the mood for this bastard.

Anger swept through Crawford as he rushed forward jerking Youji around until he was facing him crushing him close to his body. By the God's why did he have to be so beautiful, why did he have to have the face of an Angel and the body that melted against your own? Why?

Hatred burned in the emerald depths as Youji struggled to free himself. "Let me go Brad!"

A cold sneer hovered around his thin lips, "Not so brave now are we Youji? You forget yourself sometimes and I will always remind you." His head dipped as he kissed the lips of the abomination, hating him even more for making him feel this way about him, making him want him.

Struggling Youji clamped his lips together to deny Brad entrance to his mouth, revulsion making it hard for him to breathe. He whimpered as the older male yanked his hair back his lips parting, tears streaked his cheeks as he felt Brad ground his mouth hard against his soft lips, his tongue forcing its way into his mouth that he felt he was going to be sick. This kiss was the kiss of a demon's yet Aya Ran kiss had felt so right, so beautiful compared to this.

Moaning Brad rubbed his tongue against Youji's fire stealing through his hard body that was very much aroused. Lifting his head he gazed upon the face that has given him many sleepless nights, the swollen lips that tasted of honey and spring, "I can give you anything you want Youji, anything, just say you will be my bonded one and it shall all be yours."

With great strength Youji shoved Brad of him and watched as he flew backwards, his golden wings stopping him from falling. Breathing harshly Youji blurted out hotly, "I will never be yours Brad! I would rather die!"

Clenching his hands Brad stood there, a wall of ice surrounding his heart. "That can be arranged Youji, never underestimate me."

"Fuck you!" Youji licked his lips tasting blood wondering what he did to deserve this shit. He almost flinched as Brad moved towards him, instead he stuck his chin out determined not to back down, one of these days Brad will get what he deserves, one day.

Brad was going to make Youji pay for rejecting him his brown depths almost black, thoughts of what he was going to do to the abomination of the golden's, Youji. He will take what he wants and make him suffer in the process, oh yes, to thrust inside his hot ass until he bleeds was the uppermost thought in his mind that and the other thought…but that would be up to Youji's actions.

"Ah, Youji could I have a word with you please?"

Never had Youji felt so glad to hear the sweet voice of his friend Omi relief flooding through him. Brad was a dangerous golden and he was still uncertain at how far he would go. "Sure Omi Brad was just leaving." His look of scorn flicked from his emerald gaze towards the high priest, challenging him to do anything in front of Omi.

"Don't think that this is over Youji, it has just begun!" he swiftly turned running down the stairs angrily.

Youji watched him leave knowing this to be the truth; he shivered wrapping his arms around his body this feeling of loneliness almost suffocating him. Come on Yotan pull yourself together the past is the past and there it should remain. He smiled at Omi, "what s up little one?"

Omi scowled, "don't call me that Youji. The oracle wants to see you, she is not happy with the pattern in the orb."

"What has it got to do with me, you know I don't know anything about that shi…stuff."

Shrugging Omi started walking towards the temple where Asuka awaited for Youji. "Come on Youji, she wants to see you, now hurry up."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you were bossy?"

Smiling Omi nodded, "Ken."

Youji smirked, "Oh Ken," his eyes rolling. Chuckling he made his way towards the temple of Truth and Destiny, Youji was always in awe of the beauty of the stone building. It glowed with an aura of pure white, the sight blinding the power of the temple immense and vast. The keeper of this temple was the high priestess Asuka.

With respect he bowed, she was so beautiful and wise standing there wearing a simple gown of white silk that flowed around her, her dark blue hair piled high on her head with gold strands caressing her delicate face.

Knowing eyes stared straight at him, "Come to me Youji there is something you must see." She raised her hand palm up waiting for him.

Taking her hand he followed her towards the clear orb sitting atop a gold stand with, a silky web interlacing all around it. The web of destiny.

Asuka stopped in front of the orb her full concentration staring into it; the misty images so unclear a swirl of red stirring amongst a clear solution. This has been the only image that she has been permitted to see for two days now and it was very puzzling to her. "Youji look into the orb and tell me what you see." She turned to stare at him, her eyes watchful for any emotion that would pass through him. He was so hard to read Youji but she understood why.

Not sure what he was supposed to see Youji could only hope that he said the right thing, taking a deep breath he gazed into the orb and frowned. Strange the red strand was the colour of blood and the clear strand was some kind of liquid, he caught his breath as the image began to change a silver dagger with a black cross plunged into the centre of the strands, disturbing there movements but the more it plunged the stronger the strands became growing bigger.

"Do you understand what you see Youji?" her voice so soft and comforting.

Youji shook his head, "No."

She smiled at him her hand resting on his shoulder, "there are forces out there that are working against this pattern. A birth of conspiracy is now in play and it works against those that are caught up in this destiny of the red and clear strand."

Looking confused Youji could only shrug his shoulder. "I do not understand."

"Each of us has a destiny that we must each play, whether it is in this life or another but there is more than one path to follow and the influence of those around us can change the direction in which we go." Her hand lifted to his cheek and began to caress it gently, her touch so warm and comforting. "Youji this is a warning for you, be on your guard at all times and trust your feelings. Believe in what you feel and trust the one that you will give your heart to because he cannot trust himself."

Leaning into her touch Youji smiled, he did not believe in such things but he would take heed of the warning. "I will do my best."

Asuka smiled sadly she felt connected to Youji but not in the way she wished to be. "That is all one can do Youji, love is a strong emotion that creates many other emotions in others, it is a double edged sword and the one who can inflict the greatest pain is oneself."

Love. Youji was not sure what that really was, he has never experienced love and quite frankly the love he has been shown was by force.

"That is all for now, I will keep watching the orb but like anything we are only permitted to see so much, that is the law of destiny." Asuka dropped her hand from his face, "be at peace with yourself Youji."

He only nodded as he walked away, he was going to Lake Kadaen and he hoped that Aya Ran would show up. Why he had to meet him he did not know, maybe because Aya Ran would not give him the bullshit that he has been shown from other golden's. The lies and the feeling he was not one of them because of his black wings. He knew he was a half breed as they crudely put it but none knew who his father was…not even Asuka.

"What do you care Youji, that is the past so let it go for shits sake!" With determination he thrust the unwanted thought from his mind his glossy black wings spreading the wind sweeping him into the sky the feeling of freedom washing through him. Lake Kadaen was a lot further from Goldarcen it would take him at least an hour to get there. He just hoped that the crimson headed demon would show.

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Present - Crawfords office

Sweat poured down his cool face as the darkness finally let him go his vision snapping like a whip through his head, the sound echoing making him feel disorientated. His eyes snapped opened as he gripped his desk tightly his knuckles white, this was not his usual vision this one had a darkness attached to it. Wiping his sweat away with a silk handkerchief he closed his eyes with annoyance as Shuldich entered. "What do you want?"

"Now now Brad," he chuckled as he used the name the revered leader hated them to use.

Crawford just stared at him his face like marble stone; he was not in the mood for Shuldich and his stupid games. The visions were so different from his usual they had some kind of deeper meaning and it concerned his team and Aya's team. Youji?

Shuldich shrewdly watched his leader, "Another vision?"

Crawford nodded.

"Were you kissing Youji?" Shuldich smirked but his eyes were glinting angrily. Why he felt this way he was not sure but when he saw Brad kiss Youji he wanted to kill the fucking blonde with his bare hands, instead he had to help Crawford because he was getting his ass kicked. "What the hell did you kiss him for?" A question he has wanted to ask since it happened.

Leaning back in his seat Crawford's cold dark eyes flicked towards Shuldich. "To activate a memory."

"What memory?"

"I don't know." Crawford shook his head the images of winged creatures still playing inside of his head. The past and present was entwined with one another and the future was uncertain because of this. The strand had to be broken.

"Crawford?"

He looked at the redhead tiredly his voice soft, "Just leave me, I will call for you when I need you."

Shuldich was about to argue but thought better of it. He walked out wishing he could get inside of Crawford's head but dared not to quite frankly he did not have a death wish. He paused at this thought, familiar words but-

He shrugged his shoulders brushing the déjà vu feeling away, it will come back to him he was sure of it.

TBC

Authors Note: Okay for the life of me I could not remember what coloured hair Asuka had, was it dark green or blue or some other colour. I opted for blue so I apologise if it is wrong. Just let me know so I can rectify it. ^_^;;