Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ A Deadline for Confessions ( Chapter 1 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 1: A Deadline for Confessions.

Pairing: Yohji/Aya; Schuldig/Yohji (one sided)

Rated: Pg13-ish (Thus far for swearing. R rated for later chapters)

Warnings: Strongly implied yaoi and a swear word or two >_>;

Legal stuff: Well... I think it's obvious but I'll state it anyway. I don’t own them! Please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...>_>;;

Author notes: POV and which character you’ll be following will shift around a bit so don’t get confused too much. Also, Yohji refers to Ran as "Aya" but Ran refers to himself as "Ran" so you may notice a shift in the designated name for Ran when you switch POV.

Tygrrlyli – Well, because you decreed it… who am I to say otherwise? Here’s the next chapter.

Feedback: I’ll admit it, I’m a review whore.

Thanks to: A BIG thanks to Sywren for being my beta reader! And all those who bother to read my stuff, Thanks everyone!

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The store had been closed for nearly an hour when Ran finally noticed the small package sitting by the door of the Koneko. How long had it been there and how it got there in the first place were as big a mystery to him as why it was addressed to Abyssinian. Was it from Kritiker?

No... Manx would have dropped it off in person rather than leave the small box in the open where eyes of the mundane could happen upon it. That meant...

Alert suddenly filled the redhead as he cautiously skirted around the seemingly harmless object. It was addressed to Abyssinian and if it wasn't from Kritiker then it was from an enemy, which meant it was probably a trap. Or a message.

With the patience of a saint, Ran inspected the object in scrutiny. Lavender eyes searching for triggers or wires that could possibly be threads for a bomb. When his eyes came up with nothing and his fingers found no trace of a result either, the "leader" of Weiss slowly took off the lid to the box and carefully peered inside.

A picture. There was just a picture of a familiar form sleeping in bed that was a stranger to the redhead. From the look of things, sleep couldn't have been very pleasing for the person simply because they looked like they were being pained by a nightmare... or a memory. Attached to the picture was a perfect little lock of golden hair neatly tied off with a black ribbon. There wasn't a note or even a single written word to explain why the objects were sent to him but then again, Ran didn't need an explanation. He already knew.

This was a form of taunting that made the assassin's hands shake violently. This was a reminder of the despicable thing he had done and was now starting to regret. Betrayal wasn't something Ran did but... desperate times called for desperate measures and his current mistake had been taken as a result of a desperate measure. What else could he have done? Was there another way? Did he even look for one if there was?

The picture slid from ivory white fingers and floated to the ground in silence while those very fingers curled tightly around the lock of gold hair like a drowning man would cling to a life preserver. Regret. Out of everything he had ever done, this was the one action in his life that he was actually starting to truly regret. Perhaps because this was the first time he betrayed someone of importance to himself and to others who he possibly cared about. He may have very well have put everyone in jeopardy all for the sake of his own selfish causes.

"Oh, Yohji..." The whisper barely escaped trembling lips, "What have I done?"

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Several days earlier

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Today was the day- there wasn't a better time or place for it than now and Yohji knew it.

Smiling at his reflection, the man ran fingers through the tangled blond mess to work out any knots that may have formed in the process of sleeping. Perhaps one of the more beautiful things about having hair just barely above your shoulders was that it was long enough to play with but short enough that it didn't need brushing. Hey, why work at something when you don't have to?

When the golden strands were all in place, Yohji mused over his looks for a minute longer. Strange that he would spend this time tinkering over his appearance when all he was doing today was going downstairs to work, in theory that is. Outside of theory, what he really had planned was a secret to everyone but him.

For today was the day he, Kudou Yohji, was going to try and honestly confront Fujimiya Aya- err Ran with his feelings that had being lurking in the depths of his mind for far too long.

Did he stand a chance? No, but then again he wasn't really expecting a positive response to his confession. In fact, Yohji went as far as to assume that if he got out of the situation lacking a black eye then he'd call it a good day. Aya didn’t like him, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least try. The man was worth it- even if he was stubborn, short tempered, obnoxiously rude, frighteningly antisocial, remotely psychotic, lacking in anything even resembling social skills and entirely too anal retentive for anyone's good, Yohji liked him. Why? Because it made the man stand out in a sea of nameless faces that was the populous of the world. He was unique enough that he stuck out boldly and with his devastatingly good looks; he was certainly something to be desired. Perhaps even worshipped if that's what it came down to.

Yeah, Yotan spent one too many nights going over the reasons for his seemingly misplaced affection. Sure, he still disliked men and the way most of them treated women and sure, he even still loved women with all their soft and wicked ways but Aya -- Aya was an exception to the rules of, well, everything. In so many ways Aya was simply... above.

Crap. The eldest member of Weiss irritably rubbed at his face while allowing a low groan to escape his lips. When had fascination turned into obsession and when was it going to stop? When this whole thing started he had assumed it was merely the fault of a sexually starved brain and an eye that could appreciate physical beauty. However, when hours turned into days and days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months with no sign of the interest fading, he knew he was royally fucked. And not in the fun way either.

Taking in a deep breath, Yohji turned away from his mirror only to walk across the room to grab his keys off the desk so he could leave for his shift fifteen minutes early. Fifteen minutes would be enough time to explain to the perpetually cranky redhead how he felt, right? One could only hope so.

Glancing back at the cluttered room upon reaching the door, Balinese sighed and gave the picture of a lovely woman on his nightstand a little wink.

"Wish me luck Asuka, I sure could use it." In his head, the blue haired girl would laugh at him for his hopeless pursuit but blow him a kiss and wish him luck anyway. She had always been sweet like that.

The door closed and the assassin drifted down the hall and down the stairs towards the shop where his fate sat in the furthest corner clipping roses for an arrangement.

"Here goes nothing."

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TBC