Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ Finalizing a Barter ( Chapter 5 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 5: Finalizing a Barter

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 down own them! Please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...>_>;;

Author notes: For some reason this part was hard for me to write, not sure why though.

‘bla bla’ = thoughts

Thanks to: (see bellow)

Getting Yohji from the garage to the apartment seemed like less of a hassle than it was to actually maneuver him about said apartment. The blond was by no means heavy but after several trying minutes of carrying a large dead weight through difficult areas, even the lightest of objects would begin to feel weighty. So, with a lot of effort and "skillfully thought out tactics", Ran was relieved to be able to drop his burden onto the couch in the living room.

After a minute of looking upon his teammate, the redhead decided it was more than "kind of creepy" the way Yohji looked like a broken doll long since abandoned by its owner. He seemed so very... helpless and lost. He appeared to resemble nothing of the brazen young man Ran spent hours arguing with and complaining over when things had gone wrong. In fact, as he lay on the couch like some mistreated rag muffin, Ran couldn't help but feel a spike of worry stab right through him.

Was he really going to just hand Balinese over to the enemy?

Yes, he didn't have a choice least his sister come into direct contact with a very serious and very real harm.

Ran's stomach knotted up further and he felt an illness begin to suffocate his mind and body. Worry, doubts, hate, fear, and possibly guilt boiled just under the pale complexion of the Weiss "leader" as he reached out to brush aside wet strands of dark blond hair. Leaning down to inspect the damage the crash had done to the other's head, Ran realized something very odd about his teammate. Yohji was beautiful.

Sure, in the past the redhead had made note that his fellow assassin was attractive and all that fuss but he had never taken the time to really observe him. Especially not at such a close range as the one he was in, in that moment. Funny the things you notice at the wrong time.

"Nggairbags."

Abyssinian jumped back away from the rousing man like a person being snapped at by a venomous snake. So it seemed that he wasn't dead after all but having him regain consciousness so soon didn't bode well for Ran. Without delaying it any further, the younger man set to work on collecting various objects which were stored in Aya's apartment. Things like, rope, duct-tape, a "beauty sleeping mask" and various other random items which could prove to be useful. Once collected, all the bits and pieces were placed neatly in a pile next to the couch before the redhead set in on the task that needed to be accomplished.

Hands and feet were bound by duct tape, a sweet little sleeping mask was placed over the eyes before held in place by torn pieces of cloth from a towel which served for a make-shift blind fold perfectly. The rope was used to bind the arms and legs then hold the body at a strange arch so that escape was... entirely unlikely. Last but not least, a gage made from the remaining pieces of torn cloth was put into place so that any noise the older assassin made would be absorbed successfully.

Standing back to observe his work, Ran felt sick. Again. This whole damn situation was making him violently ill and there was nothing he could do about it. So he walked away for a minute and came back with a blanket to which he draped over his teammate in an almost affection manor. Ran felt like a monster.

‘I have to do this for Aya-chan...’ The words played like a broken record over and over inside the mind of a man who was at a loss to do anything else.

‘I have to do this for Aya-chan.’

Unable to stay in the apartment for very long due to the growing feeling of something that suspiciously resembled self-loathing, Ran fled back to the Koneko. Luck still seemed to be on his side for there were no signs of any awake people inside the Weiss hostel when he reached it. Of course, that was probably because it was five in the morning on a Saturday but that was besides the point, it was luck all the same.

The floor boards creaked softly under foot and went unnoticed by the person making the noise. Bile was rising in the back of Ran's throat and he had to do something about it. Cold water on the face might have helped but so would a couple of sleeping pills... or a whole lot of sleeping pills for that matter. No... not yet. Aya-chan was still in trouble, he couldn't start thinking about THAT just yet.

After a few seconds spent in the bathroom, Ran made his way to his empty room where he proceeded to crash for the next several hours. Normally they would all be working but today was a holiday and so the shop would be closed like it would on any Sunday. Again with the luck.... or maybe it wasn't luck, after all. Schuldig WAS the one to pick THIS day to trade Yohji so maybe...

Enough. He had to stop thinking about it if he planned on getting any sleep. Sleep was essential for dealing with hostage negotiations and so, a few short minutes later, Ran had convinced himself into a weary and rather restless sleep.

~*~

6:00pm

The red symbols burned into his eyes the minute he opened them and glanced at his clock. No. Way. Sitting straight up, the assassin glanced towards his window and confirmed what he didn't think was real. Somehow he had managed to sleep close to thirteen hours. He had done this before but only when he was sick or injured. Sleeping for more than eight hours was extremely rare for him, especially when he had something important to do that day.

Maybe it was because he hadn't been sleeping well lately or maybe it was because he kept waking up and going back to sleep. Whatever the case may be, Ran had slept much longer than he expected to and in the end, had to rush to get ready and out of the Koneko so he wouldn't be late for his little meeting with Schuldig. The urge to vomit rushed up again into the back of his throat, causing him to pause and take a deep breath. His stomach was doing flips while his hands began to shake from the thought of what was about to come to pass. He couldn't do this. He had to do this. There wasn't another way... was there?

Clothes on, coat on, keys in hand... there. He was almost ready to go. So why was he hesitating? Ivory hands were shaking even harder when Abyssinian reached for the doorknob to leave his bedroom. He HAD to do this. The door opened with ease and the assassin slipped out quietly. He could hear rustling in the kitchen and the tv going on downstairs which meant Omi and Ken were both home. Damn.

"Aya-kun!" The predictable surprised response slapped him the minute he descended the stairs and, of course, he did not respond. If he acted any different than he normally did, someone was going to suspect that something was up. He just couldn’t have that on his hands right now.

"Whoa, we didn't think you were home." Ken was attempting to explain Omi's surprise before Omi had the chance, how typical of those two. Ken and Omi.... they worked well together. The pairing complimented each other in some strange way that Ran couldn't grasp just yet.

"I didn't feel well so I stayed in my room most of the day." Well, at least that wasn't a lie.

"Did... you want something to eat? Do you need some medicine?"

Ran shook his head and continued on his way towards the door. He was in a hurry and he didn't have time for idol chit-chat about his health. There were more important things at hand, like Aya-chan's safety and Yohji's.... demise? The nausea was back and slowly the redhead touched his forehead as if it would bring him some kind of relief to do so.

"No," the words finally came forth, "I'm just going to go check up on Aya-chan. She hasn't been feeling well either." Okay... that was only half of a lie.

"Oh!" Omi was looking at Ken as if Ken knew something he didn't. When Ken shrugged and Omi looked back, Ran had already pulled on his shoes. "I don't suppose you want me to make any soup for her and you, do you?"

"No." Communicating with Ran was always a trying matter.

"Ano..." Omi raised a little, straightening his posture once Ran reached the door, "Since you were home all day... did you hear Yohji come home or leave at all? We haven't seen him all day either..."

The swordsman paused, "No, I haven't." At last, full lie. Ran hated lying. The door was opened and closed again before Omi could ask any more intruding questions. Ran couldn't afford talking to the chibi any more than he could afford to waste time.

The redhead glared out at the dying sun as if it were mocking him with its symbolic nature. Sunrises were nicer than sunsets anyway. The man reached his Porsche in silence only to pause and gaze at the marks across the bumper that he hadn't noticed before in the rain. What a horrible mark of a reminder - he'd have to get that fixed immediately. Once inside, the car started with no troubles and silently the owner pulled out onto the main street and began his track towards Aya-chan's apartment.

At 7:02, Ran arrived at his destination. Aya-chan's residency was only supposed to be less than a half an hour away but there was an element to the problem Ran had not calculated in before leaving the Koneko. Traffic. The end of the day rush hour caused a back up through the main road the older brother took to get to his sister's place. Why did this sort of thing always happen to him?

The assassin threw the car door open and slammed it in frustration before running into the apartment building and heading straight for the stairs. The strangest sense of deja vu washed over him by the time he reached the seventh floor and with that nostalgia sinking in, fear uncoiled itself inside the pit of his stomach. Schuldig said seven sharp... but Yohji was already there... what if...

The door to Aya-chan's apartment burst upon under the pressure Ran applied and he found himself practically flying inside like a bat out of hell. The couch was empty and the fear inside his stomach leaked into the rest of his system to intoxicate his mind. No... would Schuldig really have just taken Yohji without finishing the deal? Maybe Yohji woke up and found a way out? Maybe...?

Aya-chan's bedroom light was on. With surprisingly little effort, the distance between the front door and Aya-chan's bedroom door was crossed in less time than it took to inhale one breath. Then again, maybe that was just because Ran hadn't remembered to breath until the doorknob of the bedroom door was turning in his quivering hand. Nervous much?

Chaos rocked the leader's mind when he finally opened the door to discover Aya-chan in her bed, sleeping soundly like nothing had ever happened and for a brief insanity filled moment, Ran was ready to believe that maybe nothing really had. That maybe these last few days were the result of one really long and terrible nightmare. Sadly, however, the illusion was shattered the moment lavender eyes fell upon the German sitting peacefully in the window.

"When I say "Seven sharp", I mean it." Ran was really beginning to hate the sound of that nasal voice.

"What have you-"

"-Done to her?" The telepath turned to actually look at the redhead instead of pretending he was more interested in what was happening outside the window. "Nothing for the most part. She'll just wake up believing she's been sick for several days and nothing more."

Ran glared. He hated- no, loathed the idea of the darker assassin tampering with the mind of his little innocent sister. The notion of it was nearly violating if it weren't so.... necessary.

"Glad you think so too. I couldn't have her running to the authorities with tales of kidnap and woe." He paused and adjusted his seating position a little, like he was growing uncomfortable with the raging glares of death being sent in his direction. "And before you get too uppity with me, I haven't laid a finger on her other than to do the essential. Taking her away, faking her memories and bringing her back."

Why was he confirming this?

"Where is-"

"Yohji?"

Ran clenched his jaw and made up his mind to never speak to another telepath again. If not for their ability to invade his privacy, for the fact that they are down right annoying when they finished his sentences for him. Schuldig smirked. Ran hated him even more.

"He's none of your concern now so go about doing whatever it is you do without him." Schwartz perched himself in the window now, the smirk still present and he leaned out it, "A pleasure doing business with you, Abyssinian." And then he was gone again.

Relief and contempt for many things flooded the other’s system as he stood in a half state of shock, staring at the window and then at his sister. She stirred and mumbled something unintelligible, leaving Ran to relax and tense at the same time. She was safe again so the world should be ok...

... and yet, something was off.

Yohji.

Yohji was gone.

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TBC  

Sywren - ^__^ <333 *hugs*

Rosemary - The story probably feels like it's going slow because I don't want to rush the chapters or the events which take place in them. I only get inspired to write until the chapter "feels" done, then I stop and go one with another. As for the set order of the scenes.. hmm.. I don't really know what to say to that, sorry. ^^;

Harmony - lol hai hai... I can't make it easy on anyone ^^;;;;;

Forsaken - Hmmm you know, it's always darkest before the break of dawn. And yes, Schu will have more scenes as the story progresses ^^;

Dita chan - Yeah, I sometimes feel like a little Aya-bashing every now and then too.

AolaniDathomir - Lol in all seriousness, Seven should probably the least of Yohji's concerns right now. (And) You know, Aya is really more vicious than I intended him to be but that rotten personality with working out nicely for this story and me. If you’re am Aya fan at all (like I am) then keep in mind what I told Forsaken, he'll get better but not before he gets worse.

Weisslover27 - Sorry the chapters are so short ^^; some will be longer in the future and some will be shorter. I guess it all depends on how much of the story I need to tell in each section. *pats*