Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ Crashing Into Unexpected Events ( Chapter 4 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 4: Crashing Into Unexpected Events.

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

Rated: Pg13-ish (Thus far for swearing and mildly dark themes. 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 down own them! Please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...>_>;;

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If there was one thing about driving that Yohji knew better than anyone else, it was that you should never drive on the highways late at night when you're pissed off and depressed as hell. More so when you finally come to terms with the fact that you're in love with a guy and he hates you. It wasn't just the Gods who were laughing at him; it was the whole fucking universe. Sometimes he honestly wondered why he kept on bothering to live a life that was quickly growing pointless. What exactly was he living for anyway?

The car started to diverge off to the side and Yohji quickly jerked it back into place. To his right lay a rather portentous looking cliff with nothing more than a guardrail between him and it. To his left, the rock face of the bottom of a different cliff. Yeah, perhaps taking a drive in this direction hadn't been one of his more brilliant plans. Damn that Fujimiya for being such a.... such a...

"Asshole!" the blond hissed, hitting his steering wheel in frustrated anger. Why did Aya always have to play a cold-hearted locked-away and completely untouchable blockhead? Why couldn't he be more like... his sister?

Now there was a bizarre thought from left field.

Yohji could honestly say he adored Aya-chan in every way a man could adore a little sister. She was sweet, patient, cute and mischievous as the devil. No joke. If it weren't for similar facial expressions and idiosyncrasies, Yohji would have never guessed that Ran and Aya-chan were even related, let alone brother and sister. They were just so... different. Thinking of the two often made the ex-detective reminisce of what it would be like to meet Aya, or rather Ran, before all hell broke loose on his life. It was entirely possible that he was just like Aya-chan. How cute would THAT be?

With a softer smile, Yohji eased up the death grip he had been reigning over his steering wheel with. Poor Seven didn't deserve the abuse he was giving it. Only Aya could ever drive the older man to out right abuse his precious car. What a jerk.

Speaking of jerks, it wasn't until the moment that he started loosening up that Yohji noticed someone tailgating him. Who in their right mind would do such a thing on a road like this in the rain?! Were they mad?

When the car sped up, forcing him to speed up, he assumed so. It was like... they were trying to hit him. Or get him to crash. Oh... shit. It dawned on Yohji by the time the car whipped into the other lane and gradually collected more speed that it was entirely possible the nutcase was actually out for his head. Seven, even with the temp soft-top on, was a very distinctive car. If some survivor from a mission had seen it, they would know it anywhere and probably make no hesitation to crash it if they ever saw it anywhere else again.

What a pisser.

The other vehicle, which was determined white-ish even through the mud and rain, only had to lightly tap him to get him to spin out. The white car veered then immediately slowed without slamming on its breaks to, suspiciously, avoiding leaving skid marks. Not that Yohji was paying attention to it; he was merely trying to correct the spin so that he didn't go flying off the side of the cliff to certain, and rather lame, death. It was times like these that he hated the fact his car was light and aerodynamic.

Seven collided with a solid object that unfortunately happened to be the guardrail on the cliff side. He was going to die. He knew it the minute he felt the crunching of his car and the giving metal of the guardrail. Someone needed to go to hell for not making sure that things like his failing metal safety net were not better maintained.

He really didn't want to die like this. Hell, he really didn't want to die because there so many things he was leaving unfinished. The half wrapped and (very) belated birthday present for Ken was still in his closet, the study notes he promised to help Omi make were still sitting partially finished on his desk and the words of love for Aya remained lingering in the space just between his brain and his lips. Funny, come to think of it, Yohji's life was filled with nothing more than half-finished projects and unspoken words. He really had intended to do something about that someday, but now...

The impact was so hard it forced Balinese to jolt forward and connect forehead to steering wheel. The world quickly dimmed and just before it faded entirely, Yohji found himself sincerely wishing he had agreed to let Omi install air bags inside of Seven. Oi, what a lame last thought.

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Ran hadn't expected the roads to be as slippery as they were so he hadn't exactly expected Seven to spin out and crash as hard as it did. He was lucky, though. Instead of plunging straight down the cliff, Yohji's car was caught in a delicate balance of wanting to fall and wanting to stay. If Ran didn't hurry, however, he wasn't going to get much of a say in whether his teammate lived before the car made up its mind on which direction it wanted to go.

And so, with much haste, the redhead fled his own automobile and scrambled his way over the steaming bits of debris and into the crumbled mess of metal where Yohji lay unconscious. The man’s forehead was bleeding from where he obviously hit the steering wheel but other than that, he miraculously appeared unharmed. Fujimiya was unbelievably fucking lucky and he knew it. There were so many things that could have gone very very wrong with the stunt he had pulled but he was desperate and out of options. Besides, it wasn't like Schuldig clarified if he wanted Yohji dead or alive anyway.

The door was jammed but with a little, or rather a lot, of "convincing" it decided to give and open for the redhead. Again, seven rocked a little and forced Ran to realize time and caution were of the essence.

Reaching inside, Abyssinian unbuckled the seat belt and proceeded to drag his older companion out of wreck with much more difficulty than he was pleased about. The rain seem to pour down even harder as the "leader" dragged Yohji away from Seven in a fireman's carry before the sorry excuse for a vehicle became too heavy for the soft dirt and twisted metal holding it up.

With all the grace of a dying seagull, the car spiraled its way down the rather significant drop before exploding upon contact with the jagged rocks and ocean bellow. The once magnificent racing vehicle was quickly turned into nothing more than a heap of melting objects in an inferno that would surely destroy everything.

Honestly, that part of the plan went much better than expected and if it weren't so unforgivably sick, Ran would have patted himself on the back for job well done. Pushing an unconscious Yohji into the Porsche, however, was turning into a feat much more difficult than previously considered. Lucky for the blond, about the time Ran's frustrations got the better of him was about the time he had managed to get his unconscious teammate settled and prepared for departure.

After inspecting the damage done to his own car, which was little more than a scratch from the light impact, Ran sunk into the driver seat of his car and finally noticed the time. It was only three thirty in the morning and Yohji wasn't to be swapped until nine in the evening. Well crap. What to do with him now?

Thoughts pushed themselves around when Ran took off the emergency break slowly. What to do? Shifting gears, the man pulled away from the scene of the crime and drove straight for his sister's apartment. Dragging Yohji back to any Kritker ordained spot or even a hotel room was out of the question so Aya-chan's apartment was the only option left to the desperate brother.

Once he got there he could check over his teammate to see if he had done any serious damage. Even if Ran hated Yohji, he wasn't about to let the other die from a direct act of his. God forbid the lanky blond actually DIE from the bump to the head he caused. The redhead might actually have to feel guilty about it...

Guilty...

The word tingled down his spine and an uneasy sensation set in. Why was his stomach tied in knots so suddenly? He couldn't possibly be feeling remorse over this, could he? No... no, that was impossible. Yohji meant nothing to him and you couldn't regret anything that you did towards something that meant nothing to you.

Right?

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