Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ A Change of Heart ( Chapter 16 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 16: A Change of Heart

Pairing: Yohji/Aya/Yohji; Schuldig/Yohji (one sided) Rated: Pg13-ish (For swearing mostly)

Warnings: Strongly implied yaoi, non-con, and a swearing >_>;

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: Damn it has taken me a long time to throw something out. I’m not sure why, this story is still fresh in my mind… I guess I’m just having a writer’s block. I mean, I know where I want to go with the story, I just don’t know how to get there. Ah well, hopefully I’ll get over it soon because this story still has a lot of chapters to come.

Thanks to: (see below)

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Long before lips touched or bodies caressed, an addiction was born.

An addiction that fed on fantasies, desire and pure unbridled lust, all of which were brought to life by Yohji's very presence and the simple inhale and exhale of a breath. Long before a name was even known, an intoxicating obsession ran deep because Balinese was (and always had been) an irresistible, unquenchable drug. His existence made you crave for just a touch and when you got it, it was never enough.

The redhead groaned a little and tilted his head to one side as he observed his sleeping fixation, running a hand over a patch of freshly marked skin the bore his signature loud and clear. A smile twisted its way upon his lips and Schuldig realized he was suffering a deadly case of substance abuse like few had ever suffered before and, surely, it was going to mean the death of... someone. Yohji tossed again and the telepath shifted, keeping his mind lightly skimming the blonde’s thoughts as he sucked up all the raw emotions that leaked out from the other's cracked mind.

Like despair.

Despair was such an interesting emotion. When you found yourself trapped in the depths of its embrace, there is little you see other than "the cause" and little you can do to pull yourself out of it. Love worked like that, but so did hate. The three were all-consuming emotions that one person should never have to suffer all at once.

Locked inside his own mind, Balinese was wallowing in a particularly horrible mix of the three. Love for Ran, Hate for Schuldig and despair for... himself. The sinking feeling that he was never going to see his teammates (or Aya-chan) again was weighing down heavily upon his already broken heart and causing nothing but grief to his already suffering mind.

Yohji's little piece of imagined heaven was finally turning to dust.

But that was the way things were supposed to be, weren't they? Karma serving justice to those who deserved it, like the white and black assassins of the night. Sort of the universe's way of balancing itself out again, albeit to no one's benefit.

"Schuldig."

The German flinched and glanced over to the doorway where a shadow of a man stood. Dark and looming, Crawford glared with a rather disapproving look -one that expressed how perturbed he really was. What could he possibly want now?

"It's time."

Schuldig blinked. "What?"

"We're leaving, it's time to go."

The telepath blinked again and strained to understand what the hell his leader was talking about. Brad Crawford... predictably unpredictable. Throwing out half orders with no explanation, only pure expectation of a completion without the reason why.

"Go where Brad?"

Crawford hated being called Brad and the annoyance written on his face managed to double itself, "Out -don't question me. Just grab your wallet and meet me at the front door. You have exactly two minutes."

"But what about-"

"Leave him."

Schuldig glared at the departing figure once more before letting out a low sigh. Brad was an asshole.

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The blond felt his consciousness begin to stir him awake so he turned and buried himself further into the depths of his pillow, attempting to chase away the bothersome thoughts that always followed his state of wakefulness. He did this routinely, every morning, and it still had yet to work. So, after a moment more of struggle, Yohji finally gave in and let his mind drifted back to a familiar place that it constantly dwelled in -thoughts of Aya.

Yohji hadn't always been in love with Aya, in fact, the idea of "love" and "Aya" being related was somewhat a recent development. The ex-PI of today would have liked to believe it was dumb-struck-love-at-first-site, however, that was not the case. You see, in honesty, the first thing Yohji had thought of when he saw the redhead sprawled out on the flower shop floor was that the kid had better be conscious enough tomorrow to clean up his own mess. That initial thought was followed by a more curious one of why on earth Omi had just LEFT him there and not mother-henned him, but during all that random thinking not once had the notion of love come to mind.

Nothing even akin to love had surfaced until the older assassin had grumbled slightly and leaned down to look at the dirt-smudged and faintly bruised face of the new guy, deciding (quit randomly) that the kid was beautiful. Not just your typical "He/She looks nice, I wouldn't mind sleeping with them" but more along the lines of "Wow. I have to take a second look because... wow." Yeah, defiantly a head turner with hair and looks like that. What a pity all that good breeding had to fall into the body of a man. Alas, such a tragic waste.

After shaking off the sketchy thoughts and a little internal debate, Balinese had picked up his new teammate and dragged said teammate up to his own room, depositing him upon the bed with only a little strain involved. It was horrible of him to admit it but had Aya looked more like Trucker-Joe and less like the breath-taking creature he was, Aya would have woken up on the Koneko floor amongst the dirt and mess. Yohji's bed was only meant for the things he found attractive -be it bed covers, sheets, pillows or people.

A quick teammate-patch-up-job later and the oldest member of Weiss was priding himself on a job well done. Aya matched his favorite pillow, everything was going to be fine. And upon retrospect, it was in that very moment that the first wave of lust for another man actually sunk in. True, Yohji had found some guys attractive before but not like this. This was... foreign, intense, and it disturbed him to the core.

Thank god the kid had a piss-poor attitude or else Yohji might have indulged himself upon the newest recruitment before either of them could think to say no.

And after a couple of weeks of living with said kid, who possessed the piss poor attitude, the playboy decided his sudden flair of insanity (read: attraction to Aya) was nothing more than a slightly intoxicated fluke which would never reciprocate itself in him again.

No, Instead a different intense emotion consumed him. Hate.

By the time a year had gone by, Yohji was sure he hated Aya. The other man was a cold-hearted selfish bastard whose beautiful looks were hardly a redeeming factor. Abyssinian may have been a head turner but the residual "snap" that came with the "sudden turn" was something Balinese just didn't need to deal with. What made matters worse, or better depending on how you look at it, Aya apparently found a special kind of spite for Yohji too.

Who knows what possessed the kid to do it but something had pushed him into holding a grudge against his senior assassin with no base or reason for it. The whole ordeal was ludicrous and at some point Balinese figured that Aya actually had to go out of his way in order to piss him off. You see, past the first fight with Ken, Aya had never HIT any of his teammates... besides Yohji. Aya had never hunted down and verbally chewed anyone out... besides Yohji. Aya had never even bothered to inquire/pick on anyone else's personal life... besides Yohji.

And in Yohji's opinion, Aya was a dick.

Yet, SOMEHOW (and it really WAS beyond him how this came to be), the hate that had developed for the ice princess got lost along the way to ultimate intensity and wound up on the other end of the spectrum, thoroughly confusing the heart that hosted it. Oh grant it, both the emotions were intense emotions but how the hell his ultimate hate had turned into ultimate love was simply a mystery. It wasn't like there was any specific moment that it happened... it just did and, sadly, it was from that point on that Yohji knew, truly truly knew, he was fucked.

Who the hell fell in love with their unspoken enemy anyway?

Green eyes finally opened when the body reached a state of full awareness and the first thing Yohji noticed upon his waking was the dead silence around him.

The second thing he noticed was his room...

and how it was completely empty.

TBC

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Sywren – THANK YOU!!!!

Tygrrlyli - Omi is great, I like writing him. He's so smart and well defined, a good counter to the other characters who keep tripping on their own feet lol.

Zelda-13 - I'll try not to make you cry ^^ though there ARE sad parts ahead, I plan to end this story on a happy note so never fear! :D

Skippys Cat - Yeah, Yohji is going to need some serious help when they get him back but it wont be as easy as some may think. Yohji isn't exactly the type of person to show how wounded he really is >.> Oro.. did that count as a spoiler? lol

Rosemarykiss - Hai! I plan on keeping them as involved as I can because... I like the kids ^__^ they're convenient to have around lol.

Moon without a Sun- I = rocks? WOOT! XD That excites me lol. I'll keep it up as much as I can, thank you!