Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ A Little Too Easy ( Chapter 18 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 18: A Little Too Easy

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: Work eats my soul. I’m surprised I get to post this as soon as I do. Honestly, between commissioned art, photo shoots, trip planning, out of town guests, my day job and various other responsibilities… I don’t know where I found the time. Oh well, I suppose it doesn’t matter THAT much because it’s done. I’m just worried it might be a bit of a wait before I can get the next chapter finished. Oh well, I guess we’ll see how everything turns out later, ne?

Thanks to: (see below)

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Abyssinian paused, took in a deep breath and for a second he touched his chest -touched the ring that laid cold against his skin through layers of clothing he wore. It seemed like no matter how the temperature in his body rose the ring never heated, never grew warm… never allowed him to forget the fact that it was there.

Though it was probably just his imagination -the truth of the matter remained; the ring was still cold and ever still a consistent reminder that somewhere in the building looming above them lay Yohji. Perhaps dead... or worse.

This was his fault, all his fault, and if Yohji was suffering...

"Abyssinian!" Bombay's voice rang clear through his ear peace, exasperation sinking into his system faster than the poison which tipped the edge of the young assassin’s darts.

"In position." the stoic "leader" responded, bracing himself as he waited for the others to give him the "go ahead".

"Siberian in position, all systems go."

"Then we're green. Proceed with extreme caution and keep all lines open until we reach the rendezvous point."

Who ever had thought that Aya was the leader of Weiss must have been sincerely delusional.

In the beginning, Abyssinian had barked out field orders for lack of anyone else doing so but in the later days of Weiss, Omi had finally taken over as both tactical and field leader. He was more fit for the job anyway. More dedicated to Weiss... more loyal than any other living member of their company, save Manx and Birman.

With permission to move forward the redhead stealthily ghosted through the building, quietly making his way towards the upper floors. As it turned out, the building that the caller had directed them towards was a relatively normal upper class apartment complex. The caller himself, on the other hand, was anything BUT normal. From what Ken had depicted, the voice sounded suspiciously like the American bastard of Schwartz and both Omi and Ran had little reason to doubt otherwise.

Unfortunately with that information under their belts, Weiss was alerted into thinking that perhaps the whole "Yohji is alive" fiasco may have been nothing more than an elaborate set up. Why else would they go through the trouble of kidnapping Yohji only to return him without any problems or questions asked? However, after doing a search of the building in more ways than thought possible, Omi and the other boys came up empty handed. The apartment complex was clear -seeming to be your run of the mill place that, even under a more thorough inspection, had not proved to be otherwise.

But if it wasn't a trap... then what in the hell was really going on?

Siberian reached room number 1010 first -automatically inspecting the door for triggers of any sort, so by the time Omi and Aya had arrived on the scene, Ken had concluded that no trips on the main door had been set. With that in mind, Omi picked his way into the lock and unbolted the door with a little skill and a lot of luck. In the matter of a minute or two, the three remaining members of Weiss entered the designated residence.

And much to their surprise, found it completely barren.

Not just empty but utterly void of any sign that anyone had lived there within the last year. Naturally that was a little more than disconcerting, considering the fact that Omi himself had checked the building records and found that, indeed, four persons had been renting that particular apartment for nearly a month now.

And suddenly the whole mission was beginning to seem a little TOO easy.

The real leader of the group made hand gestures to search the area before continuing. With small nods, the other two agreed and eventually found themselves moving towards the back bedrooms. The first two, after investigation, had been just as empty as the rest of the apartment but the third door hadn't even budged when Ken tried to open it. Upon closer examination, the lock apparently had been melted into place, causing a bit of worry for all parties involved.

"What now?" Ken whispered softly, nervously glancing at Omi who was having a glaring contest with the offending lock.

"Break it down."

When the other two failed to respond, the youngest growled a little and motioned back to the door, "Well? What are you waiting for? We can't just pick the lock so, break it down. I'm going to check the last room." And with that said, he turned on his heels and walked away -leaving the other two no choice but to do as commanded. Not like either had a choice before but his walking away was just a slightly more direct way of pointing that out.

Ken turned his attention from Omi to Aya who seemed to be contemplating the door itself. Eyes narrowed set in concentration- Ken was never happier to not be that inanimate object. Well... not that he wanted to be it before but-

"Stand back."

"What?"

Aya's jaw tightened and his body went ridged, "Stand. Back."

Oh fuck...

And in an instant Abyssinian was moving. The quickness of his movements were inhuman -merely flashes of light in the dull surroundings before the door gave way, breaking off its hinges and out of the frame to fall to the floor in one gallant swoop.

"Damn." Came a voice from inside, "What the hell took you guys so long?"

Tentatively, Ken lifted his eyes to view the contents of the room and there (to his honest surprise) was Yohji -all smiles and laid back like he had just been on vacation for the last couple of weeks. The brunette openly starred, rubbed his eyes and starred some more. Was it real? Could it be? Was he… really there?

"Yohji?" Siberian hesitantly stepped forward, afraid of moving too quickly and banishing this makeshift dream that had befallen him.

"KenKen?" The tall blond mocked with a grin, rising off the bed and too his feet in a single stretch.

"Holy crap, you’re alive!" The soccer player finally broke into (nearly) hysterical laughter, advancing his friend in order to pull him into a friendly embrace.

And Aya had never seen the older man back up so quickly before in his life. The behavior had been all wrong for Yohji - Balinese would have never back away in fear from any of his teammates (let alone Ken)... and yet there he was, doing just that.

"Yohji?" Hidaka questioned once more, only to be interrupted by a smaller person bursting into the room with urgency filling his every motion.

"We have to leave NOW! There's a bomb in the other room!"

And then, all hell broke loose.

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Schuldig was not happy. In fact, FAR from it.

Earlier in the day, Crawford had deliberately deceived him into going on a mission that had no point, objective or goal to be obtained. In other words, Brad had tricked him into leaving the apartment so they (the rest of his team) could do what they felt they needed to do. And what exactly did that entail? Moving everything in the apartment to a different location in the matter of a day. Everything. Even the (supposedly) secret stash of Russian vodka he had hidden under a loose floorboard beneath the couch. Daft bastards.

So when the already irate redhead had come home from a pointless mission to find the apartment barren, his room closed off with the lock melted shut and a time bomb waiting for who-knows-what... Schuldig became livid. Nagi and Farf had conveniently vacated the premises long before the German even had the chance to question them which left only Brad -Brad who had been impatiently expecting him in the kitchen with all of his packed things.

"We're leaving." The man had stated, giving absolutely no room for questions or argument.

"And what about-"

"Weiss will be here in the matter of an hour to collect their teammate and unless you wish to bring death upon us all, we are leaving. Now."

Schuldig's eyes darted down to the suitcase by Crawford's feet. At least good old Bradley had been charitable enough to pack his shit for him. Green eyes glanced back at the American and a frown sunk in. Scratch that, Nagi was probably the one who packed his stuff for him -Brad was no where NEAR that considerate.

"And that's it?"

"I gave you two weeks. You failed to hold up your end of the bargain so I'm pulling through with mine."

"Brady-"

"Crawford. "

"Can I ask you something?"

"No. "

"Have you ever been mistaken for a human being?"

"No." Crawford’s eye twitched, "Have you?

Once more, Schuldig frowned. Had the telepath been able to get under the American’s skin or into his mind at all, life with his "esteemed leader" would have been very different (read: enjoyable). Unfortunately, breaking down Brad's barriers was like bringing down the entire wall of China by himself. It wasn’t impossible, just highly HIGHLY improbably.

"Let's go." The older man brushed past his companion, walking out the door with the belief that German would surely follow.

And follow he did because, honestly, what else could he have done? Only a fool would believe that Estat was gone for good and there was something to be said for safety in numbers. Besides, as things stood, Weiss only existed in Japan and they were what made life interesting, so as long as he stuck with Brad he could stay in Japan and taunt Weiss. Upon reaching the front door, Schuldig blew an air-kissed promise in the general direction of his room.

He’d be back.

Yohji was his property, after all, and he wasn't finished playing with his property.

TBC

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moimoi-chan - See? Yohji finally got rescued ^^; sorta lol

zelda-13 - I'm glad you liked the last two chapters (and the story on a whole), it really makes me feel better about posting it after the fact. Much luv for you!

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potatofreak - Updated! More A/Y interaction in the next chapter :D I promise!

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Rosemarykiss - Updated as soon as I could, which isn't saying a whole lot I suppose lol.

Skippys Cat - Well, your money was well placed on Brad! XD And you're also right to worry a little about Ran. If/when Ken does find out, the redhead is going to be in some serrrrrious shit buwahahaha! I can't wait :D!

MikaSamu - Looook I updated sooner than I have been updating! I even rescued Yohji ...Sorta. And yeah, Aya's (along with the other boy's) troubles are just getting started.

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