Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ The Imbecilic and the Contemptible ( Chapter 3 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 3: The Imbecilic and the Contemptible

Pairing: Yohji/Aya/Yohji; 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: Umm none I guess?

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After coming home in a drive that could be understated as "stony silence", Ran went straight to his room where he spent the next two days hiding and simply trying to think up ways to get Yohji out of the house and out of the watchful eye of Kritker. How does one go about making an assassin vanish without anyone questioning later?

The redhead swore under his breath, rubbing at his temples until the idea struck him like a lightening bolt all at once. The only way to get rid of Yohji without anyone wondering where he went later would be to kill him. No one would send search teams for a dead person. No one would send check-up emails and "come back to us" letters to a dead person. So, now that he knew what to do, another problem raised itself. How?

Shifting in his head, Ran couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the idea of plotting something so horrible for a teammate of his. Even if he hated Yohji... Yohji was still a member of Weiss. Yohji was still his teammate... Yohji was...

Noises from downstairs alerted the "leader" that someone was up and amiss at this strange hour. Of course, due to process of elimination and what not, it was easy to determine who this "someone" was. Very few people in the Weiss hostel came home at two in the morning and made THAT much noise.

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What a fucking horrible night.

It was raining outside.

Correction - It was pouring outside and to top it all off it was windy as hell, which didn't make for pleasant outings. Not that Yohji had planned on an outing but when your car decides to get a flat tire after you come home from a solo mission, you haven't much of a choice other than to get your ass out in that weather and fix it. Yohji hated fixing flat tires but what he hated more than fixing flat tires was fixing flat tires in the freezing cold wind and rain.

Thank the gods the Koneko was warm. There was very little doubt in the blonde’s head that if he had come home and the place had been frigid, he would have cried. Everything had gone wrong tonight and he found himself wishing he hadn't taken that damn last minute solo assignment. It was supposed to be an easy mission, just go to a predetermined club, follow around some guy and try to pick up as much data on the place, and person, that he could.

What could possibly go wrong, right? Heh.

In the first half an hour, he lost his target. It didn't help that said target was the most nondescript-average-looking-Joe on the face of the planet. There was nothing about his dress or looks that could catch one's attention and make it easier on an assassin wanting to follow him. When Yohji bitterly realized that he had lost his target, he headed towards the parking lot to see if the man had just left all together. Sadly it was then, when he was crossing the club that some gawd awful sleazy blockheads caught up with him. Despite his reputation for fucking anything on two legs, Yohji was not so loose with his sexual ways that he would gladly bend for two unappealing assholes like them.

When they didn't get the point that he wasn't interested, a fight broke out. Security had to come and throw his ass out of the club, which naturally only furthered to shame the assassin when he realized he hadn't been inside long enough to get a good look at the interior lay out. Then of course, to add insult to injury, Balinese later became more aware of the fact that the two "jerks" he had been fighting with happened to be his target's associates. Having them see his face clearly enough to remember it was a mistake beyond all comparison.

Yohji shortly left the club grounds after that, irritation and ignominy floating inside his brain leading only to careless driving, which lead to the flat tire and the need to fix it in the piss poor weather.

Needless to say, when the tired and ashamed assassin finally stumbled inside the depths of the koneko, he found instant comfort in the simple fact that it was warm, dark and rather empty. No teammates to mock him about his failures because there were no other teammates informed that he had even been ON a mission in the first place. One had to be grateful for even the small perks of life in this business.

With shoes off, coat tossed over a kitchen chair and a few painful stumbles in the right direction, Yohji was at the base of the stairs looking up. At Aya. Oh, of all the luck..

"Where were you?" Was that concern or merely irritation in his lovely leader's voice?

"Out." And he'd be damned if he gave any more details than that. Aya just didn't need to even know how much of a failure he was tonight.

"Che. How like you." That stung. My my, Aya was so damn good at assuming the worse from Yohji. Well, at least the blond couldn't disappoint someone who already expected so low of him. Strangely, that was kind of a comforting thought.

"Save it, Aya. I'm really not in the mood."

Aya was glaring at him as he climbed the stairs and by the stance the other held, he didn't look like he was ready to back down just yet. Perfect. Aya sure did know how to make even the worst of nights seem more below par than they already were.

"Ran." The redhead blurted automatically before continuing. "You look like shit, did your date decide you weren't worth while and kick you out in the rain?"

He really, really, did not need to be hearing this. Not tonight. "What he hell crawled up your ass tonight, Ran? I just got home and I feel as shitty as I (apparently) look, so don't patronize me... please." Whoa, since when did he plea with Aya? Oh yeah... since he finally came to terms with his stupid emotions. They really were stupid, you know, for only the masochistic and the senseless would fall in love with cranky anal-retentive redheads.

"Maybe I wouldn't patronize you if you'd stop coming home at absurd hours of the morning after catting around all night with those barely legal cheap dates you pick up all the time." Ran was pissed but there didn't seem to be a reason behind that anger. It simply made no sense to Yohji who had to pause mid-way up the stairs and gawk at a man who rarely spoke more than two words to him unless forced to.

It wasn’t fair. Of all the nights... why did he decide to really tear him a new one tonight? The Gods must be laughing their asses off by now, well fuck them too.

"Back. Off." There was a slow rising anger inside Yohji that would have normally been pushed aside if this hadn't been the very last straw. He was cold, wet, tired and feeling a little more than defeated because of his cataclysmic slip up. Aya didn't need to be the cherry on his ice cream sundae of a horrific day.

"No. I'm sick of getting woken up because of your careless brazen ways. If you’re so intent on giving yourself to every other passer-by, Yohji, why don't you just pick some other dump to live? Some place where you wont be bothering anyone else." So that was it huh? Ran thought he was out doing what he always said he was doing? Oh, if only he knew.

"BACK OFF RAN! I'm not in the mood to deal with your shit. Since when did you become dictator of my fucking life? What I do in my free time is none of your gawd damn business and I would appreciate you backing off my case and leaving me alone!" Yohji hated arguing with Aya, it never sat right with him.

"How can I stay out of your business when you're constantly throwing it in all of our faces? Maybe if you had a little more class then that of a worthless street walking tramp, I wouldn't HAVE to say anything!"

Balinese honestly considering storming up the rest of the stairs and knocking Aya flat on his back just to wipe that smug little _expression off his face. What was with Aya tonight? This wasn't like him.. even when pissed off, Aya didn't use stuff like that against you. He didn't find the most insulting things about you and rub them in your face just to be malicious.

With those linger thoughts of doubt, Yohji dug his finger nails into his palms and slowly turned to walk back down the stairs. He needed to go for a drive - he needed to get out of the house or he was going to kill their resident ice princess.

"Why are you like this?" The question was faint but still there- prickling at Yohji's back and causing him to hesitate in his movements.

"Like what?" He didn't bother to turn back around.

"Why are you such a whore?" The words stung when he finally said it directly instead of beating around the bush.

"Because, Aya," the blond hissed through clenched teeth, "it gives me something to go on and for a moment, for just one single moment, I mean something to someone. To one person, for a short amount of time, I’m not the worthless killing whore you make me out to be." He moved further down the stairs and reached the main floor before he heard Ran talk again.

"Where are you going?"

"Why do you care?"

And before the leader could answer, the older assassin vanished out of site. In no time he grabbed his coat, keys, and shoes then headed out the door. If Aya had said anything else to him, he hadn't heard it purely because he simply wasn’t listening.

The weather was still ghastly, as it was expected to be, but seven was still warm. After fussing with the door for a minute, Balinese managed to get inside and sit there, stewing in his own rage before turning the key in the ignition.

Aya may have been an ass for everything he said and did but he was an idiot for falling in love with the ass.

He really needed a cigarette.

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TBC

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