Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ The Setting Sun ( Chapter 21 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 21: The Setting Sun

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: I’m SO sorry that this chapter took forever to get to you! Thank you to all those who sent me emails and messages – I really appreciate it. Also, another thank you to everyone else who has been patient enough to pick this story back up after such a long break. You all are wonderful and if this chapter is crappy… forgive me! A writer’s block has practically eaten my soul.

Oh! Another thing, don’t worry about there being another LOOOONG break before the next chapter because it’s already written lol.

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Yohji wasn't sure how much time had passed between his fainting spell and his regaining of consciousness. He wasn't sure how he had gotten into a medical clinic or a hospital gown in that undefined space of time either. As a matter of fact, Yohji wasn't sure about a lot of stuff upon his sudden awakening, save two things. One, the frighteningly enormous (and rather masculine looking) woman hovering over him and, two, the intimidating needle clutched tightly in said woman's unnaturally large hand.

Having only moments to analyze the situation in a sleep-blurred state, Yohji came to the inevitable conclusion that he had died and gone straight to hell. After all, no real-world place would ever allow a woman like "Brumhelda" to man-handle (emphasis on MAN handle) a poor sob-story like Yohji in a hospital JUST after he had gotten home from an already traumatic experience with Schuldig. Life wasn't that cruel.

"Yohji-kun! You're awake!"

Then again... Yohji was also pretty sure that Aya-chan, flaws and all, would never become rotten enough to end up in Yohji's place of residence located in one of the lower sectors of hell. Which, of course, meant that this was life and life was one cold, cruel and calculating bitch.

"What's the needle for?" The blond stressed, backing up into the bed he had found himself lying upon -anything to get away from the nurse still holding the object in question.

"Antibiotics. The doctor suggested we administrate it before bandaging you up."

"Well, thanks but no thanks. I think I'll be fine without it."

The nurse gave him a rather unamused look but Yohji only further steeled himself into his resolve. There was no way in HELL he was going to let Brumhelda stick anything in any part of his body. Not even if God herself came down and told him-

"Yohji-kun..."

Not even if-

"Yohji-kun, you really need the antibiotics."

Not... even....if....

"...Yohji?"

Damn.

The white assassin sighed heavily "Fine," and the nurse happily went back to work.

Somehow over the years Aya-chan had apparently managed to become greater than God and something about that equation didn't quite add up. Not that he really believed in "God" or anything of the sort but it was defiantly an interesting mental note that he was going to have to analyze later.

"What's in the drip?" A heavily scarred hand motioned to the plastic bag hanging in suspended animation.

"Essential fluids and vitamins. You're very dehydrated and dangerously emaciated, that's part of the main reason you fainted today. It was imperative that we hooked you up to it as quickly as possible."

He knew she was right but that didn't stop him from crossing his arms and throwing the adult equivalent of a three-year-old tantrum. He really hated it when people did things to his body without his permission - incapacitated and necessary or not.

"I'm sorry," the nurse apologized slowly, "it really WAS necessary."

And when Yohji refused to speak to her, Aya-chan took the liberty of doing so for him.

"He understands." She smiled sweetly, "He's just being stubborn."

And in the back of his mind, Yohji noted that it felt good to hear Aya-chan harass him a little. It felt normal, and safe.

"So I see." Brumhelda cracked a smile, straightening up to her peculiarly gigantic height while Balinese took a moment to squint at her neck some more. "The doctor will be in shortly to speak with you, if you need anything there is a call button on the side of your bed. Don't hesitated to use it."

"Will do." Lying had never been so easy.

"Good." The woman nodded, collecting her things as she made way to leave.

Good riddens! He could finally be scott free and all that-

"Yohji-kun..."

Then again, maybe not. Damn. Lecture time again.

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Approximately twenty minutes after an hour long "conversation", Aya-chan had been forced to go home by the staff on hand, visiting hours were apparently over but they promised her that she could back first thing in the morning. To which Yohji was both delighted and mortified.

Tired eyes rested on the window where the setting sun was desperately casting its remaining rays in his direction. Twilight would fall soon and that, the assassin reflected, was his favorite time of day. Everything was washed over in various shades of blue and given the most surreal effect, truly a good time to just sit and mindlessly absorb the scenery.

"Fujimiya-san?" The doctor interjected, disrupting the peace he was trying to create while promptly ignoring her.

"Hm?"

The doctor sighed for the fourth time in ten minutes while adjusting some of the paperwork in her lap, "I asked if you wanted to press charges. The abuse to your person is rather... extensive, someone could go to jail for a long time if you would be willing to testify."

Yohji snorted, idly rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. As interesting as it would be to see Schuldig behind bars, the chances of the police catching him and keeping him there were slim. Then of course there was the small incriminating fact that neither he or Schuldig had an identity -making it a bit difficult (if not outright impossible) to press charges without the FBI sniffing about.

"No." He let the hand rubbing the back of his neck fall onto his lap, inadvertently making his skin crawl. Under his fingertips he could just FEEL the burning shame of what Schuldig had done to him and it made him angry. Angry and oddly enough defeated, or rather, ineffectual.

"You are aware of the consequences that come with not reporting someone like this to the police, are you not? They could attack again and not just you, they could attack someone else if something isn't done about it."

The blond shrugged, keeping his eyes pinned on the window, "He wont."

"How can you be so sure?"

Yohji could almost feel the suspicion in her voice and the raised eyebrow at his back, but he wasn't going to look at her. Doctors like her who specified in dealing with this sort of thing were dangerous. They could read people very well and the last thing he wanted was another person intruding on his privacy. Be it warranted or not.

After a couple of silent minutes stretched by, the woman in the chair next to his bed cleared her throat and, once again, shuffled her papers before deciding to change the topic.

"Would you like to speak to a councilor?" They were worried about his mental health and honestly, they weren't so wrong to do so.

"No."

Frustration tainted the atmosphere like bad perfume, "They can help you and anything you say to them would be strictly confidential. There are a lot of...terrible things you must have experienced by the sheer amount of damage to your body, wouldn't it be nice to get some of that off your chest? Get a little of that anger or hurt off your chest?"

The assassin twitched. Kritiker had been trying to get him to see a shrink for years and if they couldn't do it, this doctor certainly wasn't going to be able to.

"There is also group therapy." she tried again, "There are a lot of women and men who have had similar traumas, Fujimiya-san. Being around other people who can relate to your pain might just help a little..."

Once more the man snorted but this time a little more bitterly than before. There were very few people in the world who could have suffered similar traumas in their life, a bunch of battered housewives and nancy boys were probably not going to relate.

"You know," the doctor finally rose to her feet after coming to the conclusion that she was talking to a brick wall, "There are other people who would benefit from your story being shared. Other people who need to hear that there is someone out there who has suffered too, someone who understands their pain. It's a chance to turn all that suffering into something better, if you're willing to try."

Yohji actually turned to look at the doctor this time. Help people? Isn't that how he got involved in this whole mess to begin with?

"Aya-san volunteers for the group therapy, if you were curious about it-" The brunette woman reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a card which she delicately handed to the man sitting on the bed. "-That's my card. Feel free to call me if you need anything, or just want someone to talk to -I'm available all hours of the day and night."

On a good (normal) day, getting that woman's number would have been marked in Yohji's book as a score. However, today was NOT a normal day so instead of celebrating, the man merely glanced at the card and placed it in his lap -to be forgotten until a later date that would never come. For, once they released him, he had no intention of ever seeing his place again, let alone seeing the doctor who had treated him in his time of humiliation.

"Thank you." He spoke softly, offering a very faint smile before glancing back out the window. Twilight had already passed.

"You're welcome." And then the door clicked shut, leaving him to his musings and the odd beeps and clicks of a hospital room.

~*~

TBC

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