Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ A Victorious Defeat ( Chapter 6 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 6: A Victorious Defeat.

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: The difference in the number of reviews from FF.net to MM.org is phenomenal. O.o; And just for those of you who were wondering, yes, this story IS posted in both places. My sn is the same for FF.net as it is for MM.org. ^^;

Also… something about this chapter just didn’t click well with me so if it sucks… I’m way sorry T_T

Thanks to: (see bellow)

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It was all a dream.

Or at least that was the first thought that graced Yohji's mind when he opened his eyes to find himself enveloped in warm blankets that were not his own. He was comfortable, safe and at ease until the minute he sat up because that's when reality slapped him like the pain threatening to split his head wide open. Unless he had gotten into a bar fight the other night and ended up at some random place, then what he remembered about the car accident really did happen. Now, the problem with the car wreck incident was that it didn't exactly explain WHAT he was doing in such a nice and foreign room instead of a hospital

Reaching up to touch a particularly sensitive area on his head, Yohji could feel the material bandage wraps were made of. Someone patched him up, but who? The person who wrecked him perhaps? The thought alone sent an icy shiver poisoned with fear straight down his spine. Someone had purposely wrecked him then abducted him and patched him up. Why? Did they want to torture him? Pull information from him? No no... none of that made any sense, they wouldn't have given him this nice of a set up if they wanted to do any of that. So maybe the person who saved him and helped him wasn't the same person who wrecked him.

But if that were true then that lead him straight back to his initial observation. Why was he here and not in a hospital?

Time had been passed and lost to the oldest member of Weiss without his knowledge, something he was going to learn to mourn later when he had the chance. For now he conceded to glancing around the room and seeing if he could gather more information. Sadly, there was very little to find. The room was, for all intents and purposes, very ordinary- straight down to the flavorless blankets and pillows which matched an equally flavorless carpet. Either the person who lived here was dreadfully dull or this was a guestroom of sorts. For the owner's sake, Yohji hopped it was the latter.

The room had no windows. Strange, but not uncommon, just depressing. How could someone like living in a place with no window to the outside world? No bookcase to suggest personality of any type and nothing on the desk against the opposite facing wall to suggest the room actually sustained any working person's existence. Ironically, something about the room reminded him of Aya's room.

A few more minutes passed and by the time the bleakness of the living quarters had pushed Yohji into motion, the bedroom door finally opened. Caught between getting off the bed and fully rising to his feet, green eyes lifted to meet a second pair of slightly darker ones.

"You're right you know, it IS a guest room." The person standing in the door spoke and as if their words were a physical force, Yohji feel back onto the bed with a huff.

The karmic humor of the situation was painfully cruel. Balinese slumped and resolved that if he lived to see Manx again, he was going to inform her of his decision to never accept solo missions again.

"Can I go home now?"

"What are you talking about?" Schuldig slowly answered with a lifted eyebrow and the hint of a smile, "You are home."

And if Yohji thought the universe had been sniggering before, there was no doubt in his mind that it was in a hysterical fit of laughter now.

~*~

It was Wednesday when Aya-chan had been kidnapped, Friday when Ran confirmed his plan to betray his teammate, Saturday when Yohji was exchanged, Sunday when the blonde’s wrecked car was found and Monday when Kritker pronounced the assassin as "assumed dead" due to a fatal accident.

The reactions to the news were strange to wittiness when you felt out of place, kind of like watching a movie on someone else's life. It didn't feel real, though that feeling may have been contributed by the fact that Ran knew it wasn't real. Or at least he assumed it wasn't because in truth, the redhead didn't honestly know if Yohji was really alive or dead by the time Monday had rolled around and it was doubtful that he would find out any time soon. So for now, he simply sat back and observed with a blank expression and a lack of feeling.

Omi had seemed to be the most affected, if outward reactions were any way to gage the rate at which one was being affected or not. The boy simply crumpled like a lifeless rag doll into the arms of Ken with silent tears and slightly less silent sobs. Ken followed close in second in the list of affected people by the way his face was twisted into a sick play of horror, shock and heart break while his body froze up from any sign of animation.

However, these reactions were expected. Omi and Ken had known and befriended Yohji long before Ran even entered the picture. The three of them had been a team and a family unit when Ran stumbled into their lives, disrupting everything that had once been. It was Manx, on the other hand, that the unexpected factored in.

The woman was a mess. Her eyes were red, her face lacked make-up, her hair was less than perfect and her dress looked like it had been slept in by the slightly rumbled appearance it gave. She was actually shaken up by the loss of Balinese and this surprised Ran. From all their interactions he ever witnessed, the redhead had been sure Manx thought little more of the assassin than a lazy but useful pawn. Apparently he had been mistaken.

Not to anyone's surprise, Ran was slowly finding out that he was mistaken rather often. Not a good sign.

"No missions will be assigned for an undetermined amount of time, " Manx spoke with an uncharacteristically shaky voice, "And I'll come by to give you more details about Yohji’s... passing...tomorrow." It was unclear if either Omi or Ken had heard her but Ran nodded for them, signaling that at least HE had digested the information and taken note of it.

Without anything else to share and perhaps to spare herself the embarrassment of a public breakdown, Manx left. Ken and Omi were so wrapped up in their own mourning with each other that neither of them had really noticed her absence and probably only faintly took interest in Ran's departure. Not that he cared, it would have only seemed abhorrently wrong if he had stayed long enough to receive their attempts of comforting him for a loss he did not feel.

Or did not mostly feel.

In spite of himself, Ran was slowly beginning to feel traces of guilt, doubt and loss. It was the last of these three, however, that confused him the most and caused the "leader" to lock himself away in his room with a book that did little to actually distract him.

He was supposed to come out of this whole situation feeling like winner for ridding himself of an annoyance and winning back his beloved sister, yet there he sat suddenly feeling like a loser for a reason he could not fathom.

~*~*~

"So you were the one who caused me to crash."

It was needless to say that waking up to find out you were being held captive by your number one enemy for reasons unknown to you, came to Yohji as something of a shock.

"Hardly." Schuldig rolled his eyes at the sudden accusation. Leave it to Weiss to always throw out accusations of being guilty towards any member of Schwartz. Of course… it wasn't exactly like they didn't deserve it half the time but still, it was rude to immediately point fingers.

"What do you mean?"

The German arched an eyebrow, had he said 'Hardly' in German or did the blond just not get it?

"I mean no, I wasn't the person who made you crash your car. Admittedly, I wasn't even the person who wrapped your head wound but I AM the person in charge of you now so I'd advise you to kill the attitude." He was referring to the continuos glare being thrown in his direction. Poor kitten obviously spent way too much time in the presence of that Abyssinian bastard. No matter, Schuldig was going to fix all that now.

"So then... why are you holding me here?"

"You mean, why am I letting you live instead of shooting you in the head right now?"

The telepath only got a nod for a response. Apparently his new playmate was a little too nervous to speak, how cute.

"Because I'm bored." And he followed the statement with a smirk that the devil could envy. A smirk that only grew with the gawking expression Balinese suddenly gave him.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, not really." Schuldig shifted from his position in front of the door, moving slowly towards a chair set discretely inside the small and rather bland room.

"I don't believe you." My my, So defensive. Even Yohji's body language screamed his ill-ease with the situation, not that Schuldig could blame him or anything. If he were amongst known powerful enemies and they said to him what he just said to Yohji... well, he'd probably be doing and saying the same damn thing. Only he'd be snider about it for lack of a real sense of self-preservation.

"Fine." The German tossed one hand in the air as he relaxed into the chair, making it appear FAR more comfortable than it really was, "Take it or leave it, you're free to believe what you'd like."

And then there was silence. An uncomfortable one at that was filled with little more than Yohji watching Schuldig and Schuldig watching Yohji watching him. What did one say to someone they didn't know, didn't like and didn't trust and how did that person respond? The need to question was there but the questions themselves were not.

"Take it easy, you're going to break something if you keep thinking so hard."

Yohji's eyes narrowed, "Don't read my fucking mind."

Schuldig snorted and shifted in his chair, "You don't have to be a mind reader to tell that someone's thinking hard, dumb ass. It's written all over your face, but just so you know..."

/If I wanted to read your mind, there is little you can say or do to stop me./

In spite of the many strange things he had seen in his life, watching the white assassin fly out of the bed and across the room in the blink of an eye was one of the more impressive ones. It was such an impulsive move that Schuldig wasn't even give the time to rise before Yohji had opened the door and made preparations to leave the room as quickly as he possibly could.

He might have even made it a few steps into the hallway before Schu caught him if it weren't for the fact that the there was someone standing in the door way stopping him.

A very angry someone. A very angry American someone with their irritated gaze directed at the redhead and not the blond before them. Damn, it was lecture time.

"Going somewhere?" Crawford blinked, his tone unenthused as he returned his gaze to the captive in the room.

"Fuck off." Under closer observation, perhaps Balinese really DID have a death wish.

A fist connected with Yohji’s stomach before he was given the opportunity to strike out first. Fighting Brad was never any fun in Schuldig's experience because the American always "cheated". Not that Schuldig wouldn't cheat too if he were ever given the opportunity, but he wasn't and therefore was at a constant disadvantage when it came to the Precog. With an "unreadable" mind, an icy disposition and a constant "stick up the ass" attitude, Brad was a certified bastard who always got his way.

Yohji crumbled to the ground gasping for air as an example of this while Schuldig quickly rose to his feet and stepped towards the door.

"You didn't have to do that." The redhead frowned, looking down at his fallen pet.

"Yes, I did. I want you in my office. Now."

"How forward of you Bradly." The faked sweet tone only won Schuldig a warning look before the ever socially inept American stormed off in broody silence to his office.

"Ah, Katzchen," Schuldig bent down to rub Yohji's back, "I should have warned you about Brad. He's a bit of a bastard and rather cranky that you're here..." the man's hand was slapped away by the same person who was looking up at him with a glare.

"Gott, I don't win around here with anyone, do I Farf?" Laughter played out upon Schu’s face as he rose slowly to his feet and acknowledged the person who had decided to take up residence in the open doorway.

"Crawford's really pissed at you."

"I know. Do me a favor and watch our guest so that he doesn't get the suicidal notion to flee again." Dark green eyes glanced at Balinese for a brief moment before returning to the Irishman, "And unless he tries to leave, you're not to touch him. Understood?"

"Yes."

Yohji had never been so sure that a "yes" meant "no" before in his life.

"Good, now play nice until I get back." The German grinned, stepping past his teammate and disappearing behind him into the slightly foreboding hallway. A soft creak announced the bedroom door being closed and Yohji was left in the company of a man who was beyond clinically insane.

"You’re going to die soon." Beyond clinically insane AND apparently psychic. What next? A flying monkey?

"What?" The blond rose to his feet and cautiously moved back to the bed that had once held warmth and a strange sense of comfort.

"Crawford doesn't want you here. It's only a matter of time before he says you have to go."

Yohji blinked, "How comforting."

"It wasn't meant to be comforting."

"I gathered as much."

Farfarello crossed his arms and used his one good eye to stare down the other assassin. How the hell did this all happen anyway? A few weeks ago he was plotting his admission of love with the sister of the man he had fallen for, and now… he was sitting on some strange bed in the midst of his greatest enemies while having a staring contest with a mad man who seemed more than intent on causing him serious harm.

He had no luck.

~*~

TBC

Forsaken - You might be surprised at how Yotan will react. As for Schu... yeah, his mind is a lot of fun to play in X)

Harmony - Lol yay for real angst! It'll just get thicker from here on out for a while lol

Dimonyo-anghel - Yeah, I feel bad for Schu too but.. eh. Not much to be done… ^^;

Jukebox_csi - forgiveness is a strange and delicate thing. Even -I- don't often understand the reasons behind why some people forgive some things and not others. Oi, humanity.

Morkael - Wow! Thank you for reviewing each chapter O.O! And yeah... I sometimes wonder how Aya-chan would react as well because she's such a wonderful character to get into if she is written properly. You'll see more of her reaction to everything in Chapter 8 (which happens to be one of my favorite chapters)!

darkfedora : -hearts- :)