Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tokyo Sling ❯ Hidden Motives ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Notes: Ok, I know I said this before on the last chapter but now I'm pretty desperate, please will anybody be willing to beta for me? I'm butchering this fic! Ssorry that I haven't updated, I just get tired of rereading this over and over to check for mistakes so I just put it off. I'm preparing for my finals so this chapter isn't very long. Enjoy! Review if you like it, onegai?

Disclaimer: All the characters in this story belong to Koyasu Takehito. Most of the places I've named are fictional so don't sue.

Summary: The incidents of a dark past draw four young men to the prestigious Kogaku University. Where they will learn truths, cope with lies, hatred and betrayal. The life of one of them is in danger and in the midst of pain and love, strangers will come between them, enemies will return from their damned graves and old friends will change their ideals and beliefs.

Pairings: Schuldig/Aya, Aya/Yohji (for now, and anyone else that I throw in for my own evil amusement)

Warning: Angst, Romance, shounen-ai (yaoi in later chapters).

Rating: R (for now.)

They say life is a play, a comedy twisted with irony and pain and we humans are the mummified actors that lay helpless and at the mercy of the theatre of God and the cruel farce of life. There are those who become stars in the theatre and those who are legends but then the majority is forgotten and washed away is the rueful promise of childhood dreams and future aspirations.

TOKYO SLING

By: Yin

Chapter 2: Hidden Motives.

Beauford Park was deserted at eleven pm. Children had long ago picked up their toys and had been carried away by bedraggled parents who only wanted a hot bath and a nice bed to rest. A lone figure sat on a rickety swing, a slight creaking was heard whenever the weight shifted impatiently on the rusted wood. A cigarette hung from his lips, thin wisps of smoke escaped his mouth and he draped his jacket closer to his body.

At the sound of soft footsteps a head of flame colored locks jerked up in anticipation. A man stepped out of the shadows, the sharp glint of his gold rimmed glasses gleaming eerily in the moonlight. His tall form was encased in an Italian cut suit and his dark hair was slicked away from the handsome features of his face.

The man on the swing stood and chuckled softly, "I thought you wouldn't come."

The other man gave him a pointed glare, "You called me. I'm here aren't I? What is it Schuldig?"

The German smiled in satisfaction, "I did it. Mission accomplished, Crawford."

A brief expression of shock darted across the tall man's features and then it was gone. "Are you sure?"

At the German's nod, Crawford's eyes narrowed, "How?"

Schuldig smirked, "Our dear boy is in love. Do you know who the lucky person is?"

Crawford remained silent but Schuldig grinned at him and pointed a slim finger to his own chest. "Me."

"What proof do you have?" Crawford asked.

In response the redhead snorted, he took a small case out of his jacket along with a thick envelope and handed it to the taller man. Crawford took it and Schu noticed that his hands were shaking.

Schuldig gave him a grim smile, "That's a tape containing every single one of our bedroom activities. I think you will find my skills most interesting. The envelope contains the documents you asked me for, there's enough to bury the whole family if you wish."

Crawford stared at him, his eyes coldly excited, "I have only one more job for you, the rest of the money is will be deposited in your account as soon as I return to the hotel. I want you to go back to him, I don't care what excuse you use, but I need you to keep an eye on all his movements, his phone lines, whereabouts and anyone he communicates with."

Schuldig looked at him sadly, "I understand Crawford, but why are you-"

Crawford raised a hand, commanding him into silence, "No, don't bother to ask, it's not your business. I picked you up from whoring in the streets and paid you enough money to last you a lifetime just to make my enemy fall in love with you. You do your job and then disappear from my life and from his life. Do you know why? Because he won't have a life after I'm done with him."

Schuldig's face remained impassive, "Yes, you're right; after all I'm just the ignorant whore."

Crawford stared at him for along time as if trying to decipher something that was hidden from his view, and then he tilted his head in acceptance and said, "Go back Schu. It'll be over soon. Goodbye."

Crawford walked away and Schuldig stood there looking at the disappearing form that was swallowed by the foggy night. Tiny pebbles skidded against the gravelly ground and the wind blew softly, slapping silky strands of hair against his face. He covered his mouth with his hands; he fell to his knees and gave way to choked sobs.

*~*~*~*~*

The football flew in a graceful arc and then slammed against the worn net only to bounce back and roll carelessly on the wet grass. An athletic brunette of medium height panted in exertion then sat down on the grass, absently rubbing his abused legs. His light brown eyes perused the crowded field tiredly.

"Yo Hikada! Get up man, if Kato-san sees you slacking off then you'll get hell." Asami Kou shook the boy's shoulders but he was brushed off. "I'm tired as hell Asami, I'm going home."

He got up, his legs nearly giving out under his own weight; he staggered to the locker room, grateful for escaping the football field, ignoring Asami's angry yells.

His skin rippled under the torrent of water as he stepped into the locker room's shower area. His breath hitched as he felt the sharp burning of the hot water on his inner things. He fell to the tile floor and felt the newly formed cut on his thigh. He stared at it, it was probably three inches long and about an inch deep, it looked as if it was the innocently sadistic work of a gleeful child. Ken Hikada hissed in pain as he probed the wound and gently washed it with the odorless bar of soap. He felt a slight chill as he sat under the running hot water and the heat seeped into his scalp and his abused muscles, relaxing the tense knots out of his exhausted body. He rose unsteadily and scrubbed himself hastily, washing away the grime and dirt from three hours of arduous football practice. He walked towards his locker, moving unsteadily, as if in a drugged state. Ken touched the wound again and absently noticed the red liquid that was staining his hands, his limbs felt as if they were on fire. His vision blurred and he smiled briefly in resignation before catapulting into blessed darkness.

"Ch' I thought you'd never wake up."

He sat up groggily, looking around his familiar surroundings, he was lying on a soft bed, quite different from the seedy one he had at his shabby apartment. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the bright room and the cleanliness of the pristine walls and masculine, abstract furnishings.

"Kase? Where am I? " he asked uncertainly, his voice hoarse and cracked.

"Yep that's me. You're now in my bedroom. How you feelin' kiddo?"

Ken shook his head from side to side, "A little better I guess. What am I doing here?"

Kase smiled, "Your football coach called me and said that you collapsed in the locker room after leaving in the middle of practice. Said you were unconscious, that your legs and thighs had deep cuts and that you were bleeding profusely. I just got you out of the hospital. "

Ken's eyes widened in apprehension, "Oh, I didn't think the cuts were that bad."

Kase's eyes narrowed, "So you've had worse? Is that what you're saying? What's going on?"

He was standing by the window, staring out into the fading afternoon, Kase sighed and moved towards the bed and sat on the armchair beside it. He stretched out his right hand and pulled Ken towards him. He felt Ken's body stiffen, but he didn't relent or let him go, his hand trailed a path down the younger man's exposed stomach and landed on the insides of his thighs. Kase ignored the member that hung limply at the junction of Ken's inner thighs and his finger skimmed lightly over the deep gashes that had been covered by white gauze, "What the hell where you thinking Ken? Who did this?" he murmured, more to himself than to Ken.

Ken hissed in pain as Kase probed deeper, but bile rose in his throat as his body began to react from the tender but painful ministrations of the taller man's fingers. He arched his neck and closed his eyes, "It really doesn't matter, not to you anyways."

He was pinned to the bed violently and Kase held his hands above his head, "You're killing yourself and you know it. All of a sudden you've turned suicidal. You were never like that when you lived with me! Something happened and you're not leaving until you tell me what it is!"

Ken remained quiet, his eyes closed as he pretended to ignore his long time friend and protector. Kase sighed and released his iron hold from Ken's arms and took the brunette's face in his hands, "Tell me, onegai ne?

"None of your concern," Ken replied softly.

Kase snorted, "The hell it is."

Ken just turned to face the window, looking at the bleak sky of the late afternoon. He angled his head further to the side; so that the older man's stunning features were out of his line of vision. He didn't know what would happen if he suddenly leaned up and kissed Kase. Would his friend be revolted? Would he be sickened and throw him out?

Suddenly Ken moved forward the rolled to the other side of the bed, the comforter draped around his waist. "I'm going home, where are my clothes."

Kase smiled lethargically and slumped comfortably on the mattress, "Saa, who knows?"

Ken was annoyed, "I wanna go dammit! My life is mine to live and mine to do whatever I want, stay the hell away from me. They only called you because you were the only person I had listed in the registry to contact in case of an emergency. You did your job, now I need to get the hell out of here. Send me the damned hospital bills later."

Kase scowled darkly, "Are you high?"

"No!" Ken nearly yelled.

"Ken," He said gently, "tell me what's happening, I can help you."

Ken shook with barely suppressed fury and spat, "You have your life mapped out for you Kase, you're a famous psychologist and a happy man. Life fucked me over, it's neither my fault nor yours. Now leave my problems alone."

He snarled softly and rose from the bed, moving stiffly, his skin prickled as he felt Kase's glowing dark eyes following him. Ken turned and met those smoldering orbs, "It's just not your concern anymore, and you have to forget me. It's time you let me go."

Amazing how successful people could fuck up their lives on behalf of nobodies like him, Ken thought.

Hikada Ken had been born in the slums of Tokyo in the heart of crime and unclean practices. He had slept on dangerous vermin ridden streets, a piece of dirty cardboard for his bed. He was a prostitute by the time he was fifteen, doing the obscene for the assurance that he would have enough for his next meager meal. He had been so thin that he bordered on the edge of starvation. Kase had glided by one murky night, when Ken had been shivering in the wintry cold. The older man had been driving a sleek McLaren and asking for directions because he had been lost. Ken remembered the awe he had experienced when those sparkling dark eyes settled on him and the rush of excitement that ran through him when the glossy locks of sable hair danced in the dusty night wind. Ken had been dazed as he gave Kase the instructions he needed to find his way home. It was typical; a rich kid found his way into the ghettoes of Tokyo and got out with the help of a fifteen year old prostitute. Ken had expected Kase to give him money but he was shocked as he found himself on the passenger seat of the luxurious car. They had gone to a street graced by the opulence of posh condos and townhouses. Ken had been glad that he was going to be fucked in an expensive place; after all there was a first time for everything. Kase had taken into a room told him to take a bath and get some sleep, Ken had been puzzled at the man's disinterest to sleep with him and like the whore he was expected to be, he threw himself at Kase.

He was rejected.

Even when Ken recalled it now, that first rejection hurt, and all the others afterwards. Kase had allowed Ken to live with him, yet the older man refused to touch Ken and asked Ken to see him more like a brother and protector. Ken had been confused as he was suddenly thrust into the world of the rich; he dined in expensive restaurants and was introduced as Kase's distant cousin. He had visited glamorous mansions and walked over priced antique carpets, clinking glasses made with real crystal and bubbling with Dom Perignon. Kase had watched from the sidelines, letting Ken enjoy himself and bask in lavish wealth. Despite his enjoyment, Ken saw him go from one woman to another, and as he tried to overlook the sounds that came from Kase's room. Ken couldn't deny the fact that he had fallen in love with Kase, just as Kase couldn't deny the fact that he was as straight as an arrow. Ken also accepted that in the bedroom, he would always be a common whore and that Kase would always be a well bred wealthy gentleman who deserved classy ladies to warm his bed.

He never did have the courage to ask Kase why he had saved him from death in the streets and it was his inner fear that kept him from asking the question, because he had always dreaded that Kase would regret his reckless act of charity.

Ken had been admitted to Kogaku University based on his amazing skill as a soccer player, just like his former coach had once said, "This boy has pure talent!"

Ken had been proud of himself and he had come running home, bursting with the need to tell Kase about his admission to the prestigious academy, and he had found him in bed with his future wife. Shigeru Okasa was everything Ken expected Kase's fiancé to be, beautiful, rich and quietly condescending. He had made the decision to get out of Kase's life then, he was clearly a burden to the older man and Ken had been burdening him for a long time. He had packed his clothes that night and rented the cheapest apartment he could get in close vicinity to Kogaku. Kase had tracked him down and tried to get him to move back with him, but Ken had refused and they had quarreled bitterly.

Ken had resorted to an escape that he hadn't sought in the eight years that he spent with Kase, he began to cut himself. He used anything, knives, switchblades and glass, when the loneliness and despair became too much sometimes he even used his own fingernails. Last night he had cut too deep, wanting the pain to make him forget his misery and the stupid idea of an impossible relationship with the man that had once been his guardian.

Ken was startled when Kase stroked his cheek tenderly, his gaze smoldering with some confusing emotion that Ken was too afraid to comprehend.

"Kase, I'm going home, don't look for me. I am grateful for all you have done," Ken's voice was below a whisper his head bowed and eyes closed as he said things that he knew would hurt the other man, "I don't want you in my life anymore."

Kase's gentle caress ceased and Ken looked up and saw him stiffen in anger and anguish. His eyes were now cold and unforgiving; Ken saw the hint of steel in the dark gaze and looked away.

"If you really want me out of your life then so be it. Your clothes are in my closet."

Ken rose unsteadily and moved towards the closet. Each step he took caused him pain and it wasn't only physical, his stomach clenched and he felt bitterness and a quiet resignation settle over him. The man he wanted was forbidden. Ken knew that because he had been the best man on the day Kase married Shigeru Okasa. Kase was in love with a woman and there was simply nothing he could do about that.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Koji Hijita was seated in the middle of his lavishly furnished office behind an ornately carved oak desk. He was a man in his early fifties with a full mane of white hair and twinkling black eyes. Koji considered himself to be a successful man; he was the respected headmaster of the prestigious Kogaku University and one of the most powerful men in the country. He looked outside and smiled softly at the sakura blossoms that were blowing softly in the breeze. It reminded him of his petite wife. Sakura Fujimiya was one of the smallest women he had ever seen, yet she had been amazingly beautiful with fine pixie like features and a glorious full mouth. He had fallen in love with her at the instant he saw her. She had seemed to be a restless spirit and careless in her blunders. They had married two weeks after they had met. Koji had believed himself to be one of the luckiest men alive. When Sakura showed up at his doorstep with two mini terrors, a red-haired boy and a raven haired girl, hiding behind her skirts, she had given him a wobbly smile and said, "Hello Koji, I want you to meet my children."

That was when it had really begun, Koji had always known he was good in bed but Sakura never failed to mention it, yet he had also known he was impotent and that Sakura's children were the best thing that could have happened to him. They were the future carriers of his family estate and his fortune. The little girl's name was Aya and her brother's was Ran, they were the most wonderful children that any parent could want, studious, quick-witted and full of mischief. Yet he guessed that happiness couldn't have lasted too long, and it had all ended on the day little Aya had been killed.

There was sharp knock on the door and then it was flung open without waiting for a reply; a tall, golden haired young man strode inside, with murder written on his features and he flopped down on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Fuck," he said loudly.

Hijita smiled and said, "Good morning to you too Yohji. What did you do this time?"

The blonde's face changed from furious to pleading, "I didn't do anything! I just need your help because of what someone did to me."

Hijita was used to Yohji's exceptional ability to evade heavy and unpleasant topics and he was pleased that the young man had retained most of his personality despite of the events that had taken place in France. Yohji had always been like his son. Hijita and Kudoh Sr. had gone to school together and they had been best friends for what seemed like an eternity. Their mutual companionship had ceased when Kudoh Sr. had exchanged his family for the bottle and girls young enough to be his daughters. Yohji had been the one left to struggle with the depleting family fortune and the company that had been left in ruin by his reckless father. Yet, the Kudoh family had been lucky, Yohji turned out to have a brilliant business acumen, he rebuilt Kudoh Enterprises and Co. and tripled the value and products of the company.

The major branch of the company was located in France and while working there Yohji had changed into a completely different person. He was currently taking business and psychology courses to get his masters degree. He had left a trusted friend as president of his company as he pursued his education. Strangely, Yohji refused to talk about the company; he either balked or lost his temper whenever the subject was brought up. The years he spent in France were lost to him, it was as if he had erased everything that taken place there. He had left the full rein of the company to Schuichi Takatori and now all he cared about was the amount of money he was making a year. No one knew who Yohji really was; he had kept his success and wealth a secret from every one. Hijita couldn't help but think that Yohji had done something or that they had done something to him during his stay there to turn a bright young man in to a cynical bastard, it brought his own stepson to mind.

Hijita sighed and looked at Yohji intently, "You did do something Yohji, spit it out before I refuse to help you."

"I missed my psychology final." Yohji mumbled.

"As usual it was your fault, ne?" Koji asked.

"Koji, that is dammed lie, I drove to campus and just when I found a parking spot of the packed lot, a stupid, stubborn and ugly son of a bitch intercepted me and took my spot. I spent thirty minutes searching for another one nearby!"

"No need to shout Yohji," Hijita hid his amusement behind a serious expression.

The door opened again and another tall young man walked in, Hijita sighed in resignation, it seemed like he wasn't going to have a good day after all. The newcomer strode forward, bowed to Hijita and looked at him with a brief smile on his face.

Koji stared and at Yohji who seemed to have lost his ability to speak, "Yohji, this young man here beside me is my stepson," he said with pride.

Yohji stared at the young man in shock, "But, but, how come? You, you're---"

"The stupid, stubborn and ugly son of a bitch who intercepted you and took your parking spot." Aya replied blithely.

Yohji gulped. Holy shit.

*~*~*~*~*~

They said that white gave the appearance of innocence and ingenuousness, yet sometimes one had to wonder if it was a color that shrouds malevolence and its many faces.

Yuushi Honjou lay in bed, the blue sheets twisted carelessly around his slim body. He touched his neck and winced at the slight pain, he traced the bite mark on the tanned skin and felt bile rise in his throat. Akito hadn't left any section of his "territory" unmarked; he had taken great pleasure at Yuushi's expense. He looked at the vase of roses on his desk; Akito had brought that to him a few hours ago, the red petals suddenly fused into long burgundy tresses……. Ran. Yuushi smiled, he had thought Ran was stunning in high school, yet he couldn't compare the pretty teenager to the gorgeous man he was now. This Ran was more controlled, more mature and coldly beautiful. He remembered what had happened during those years, Ran had disappeared after his little sister had been killed, and there had been a rumor that someone had abused Ran after the incident. Nobody spoke about it, Akito had been in his last year of school and Yuushi had been in a lower grade, yet Akito knew Ran. Yuushi had often found both men in the music room, when he appeared their hushed whispers would come to an end. He always saw Ran and Akito together and he had had a silly crush on Ran himself, jealousy had been running freely through his veins. His attraction had ended when Akito had finally opened his eyes and revealed the truth about Ran and informed Yuushi on the oblivious part he had played in nearly destroying the stunning redhead. Yuushi had been overridden by guilt and he had been taken advantage of, Akito forced him to do things he had never even heard about. It had started as small commands, and then the older man had become the person that ruled him. Yuushi was his own personal servant and it had been because he had acted out of impulse and envy, his foolishness cost him seven years of servitude as Akito's slave. Yuushi knew that he would rather die before he told Akito that Ran was going to the same University he attended. Time had healed Ran's wounds and Yuushi had no desire to reopen them to cause more pain, his secret would remain with him till the day he died. Ran had changed his name to Aya and Yuushi had an idea why. Ran chose to bury the past and Yuushi was going to respect his wishes, even if it killed him.

Akito's touch still tingled on his flesh. He turned on his side and fought down the urge to run to the bathroom and scrub himself for all he was worth. He was soiled and useless and all because of someone he had tried to protect seven years ago. He was still paying the price for his mistakes. Yuushi prayed for his own death daily, he wasn't going to try to kill himself because he knew he had nearly no chance to go to heaven, if one existed. He had already committed sins over and over again, yet he knew he had no choice. He sat up and shifted to the opposite side of the bed, he took up his discarded jeans; reached inside the right pocket and took out a small plastic bag with a smooth white powder inside. With a practiced motion he placed a small amount on his index finger and lifted the substance to his nose, he inhaled deeply and then shook his head repeatedly. Yuushi closed his eyes and laid his head on the pillows, he rose at the sound of the doorknob being turned, he opened one eye and stared at the tall man that was leaning against the wall, frowning disapprovingly at him, "I don't like to see you sniffing coke, if you're gonna do that, do so in private."

Yuushi shrugged and looked at his lover, "Doesn't matter, you still get what you want. I didn't know you were there."

Akito sauntered towards the bed and sat on it; grabbed the thin sheets in his hands and pulled them away from Yuushi's body. Yuushi lay nude before him, slender and firm in musculature, his platinum blonde hair tousled by sleep and their earlier activities, Yuushi's golden eyes were overly bright and at the same time they seemed dull, as if in a reverie. Akito growled, the drugs were taking effect and as usual, Yuushi would always pretend to forget what they did in bed.

The older man stared at him hungrily, "I hate it when you take drugs before I sleep with you, and it's not as if you don't like it."

Yuushi flinched at the soft spoken words, it was true. He liked it because his body was traitorous and his mind tormented him with the remorseful voice of his conscience.

Akito stripped skillfully and lay down beside him, strong arms wrapped around his waist and he was kissed gently. Yuushi smiled bitterly as he gazed at the handsome face of the man that he had been sleeping with for seven years. The truth was that both he and Akito Honjou been conceived by Tsuki Honjou, their mother. Yuushi hugged his brother's naked body forcefully, trying to keep his nausea at bay. Akito smiled at him and kissed him again. Yuushi closed his eyes and within the untamable chaos in his mind there was a small voice that whispered, "Murderer."

*~*~*~*~*~

He sat on the third row to the right of the classroom. All the students looked similar; they wore the same inconspicuous blue uniform and sat in perfectly straight rows, their lips closed and their emotional thoughts dead to the world. He looked at the paper in his hand, his brow furrowed in blatant aggravation as he reread that unfamiliar name over and over.

Omi Tsukiyono was used to solving every seemingly impossible mathematical problem that came his way, he was proud to say that he had been able to crack every code presented to him and that he was one of the whiz kids that nature gifted animalistic human nature with. Psychological studies had shown that child prodigies were isolated from society by their gift and that society stayed away from them because of it. They seemed to normal persons to be uncommunicative, unresponsive and severely autistic. There still remained the fact that they had exceptional minds with outstanding abilities and that as much as people shunned them, they were still fascinated by what those prodigies could be and what they, as ordinary boring humans couldn't become. That's where Gou Academy came in, it was an institution reserved for the most gifted, and it ran from the elite of the crème-de-la crème, to the street urchins whose brains promised the intellect and mental capability of a young Einstein. The school was divided into three main branches, the sciences, linguistics and the psyche. Students lived on school grounds and followed the rigorous regime that the private school enforced. The fruits of their labor were that when they graduated, every intelligence agency would be after their services. The products of Gou were thinking machines, taught to show no emotion and to live throughout life without knowing what sexual relationships were and to forsake the complex meaning of human emotions. Out of the meticulous planning and brain power, Omi Tsukiyono stuck out like a beam of light in a black hole, because he appeared to possess mind boggling brainpower but he behaved like a normal average kid.

He had his brother Yohji to thank for his ordinary behavior, because although Yohji was a lecherous idiot, he made sure that Omi had every single experience that a normal sixteen year old should have. With the exception of that time when Yohji took him to a brothel.

Omi had been scorned outside the school because according to his friends in the past, he was a walking brain, and he was rejected at Gou because he seemed too normal. Omi sighed in frustration and ran his hands through his unruly mop of flaxen hair. He hated group work, and now had been stuck with a lab partner that would last him for the rest of the school year; he didn't now who the guy was, but he had a terrible feeling. A tall boy walked over, sat in front of his desk and turned his chair to face him. He was pale in complexion and his large blue eyes were luminous amongst the long strands of straight brown hair that framed his heart shaped face. One thing Omi could feel was the strong current of ice that ran through his body upon making contact with those cold blue eyes. Then everything clicked into place and Omi felt beads of chilly perspiration gather at the back of his neck. He stared at the paper mentally willing the letters to change and twist away from the written name. The gazed at the boy again and held his breath in trepidation. Naoe, he was the strangest freak in the whole school, they said he slept with other boys and that he had countless lovers. Omi trembled in fear and distaste, Nagi Naoe was his new lab partner.

Naoe eyed him coolly as if reading his mind, "Don't worry Tsukiyono, you're not my type."

And at that moment, Omi wanted to be dead.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The sky was tinted with gray shades intermixed with pale blue streaks and droplets of rain spattered the sidewalk lightly. People rushed by in raincoats, carrying hunched umbrellas in their great haste to reach different destinations. On the corner of a small street a young man lay slouched in a tiny café. A warm cup of tea lay cradled in his pale hands, the tapered fingers caressed the fine china absently and with a sigh of frustration he blew the scarlet bangs that obscured his vision. Violet eyes glittered in the dim light and closed languorously as the seated figure sagged and sighed in exasperation. The bell at the entrance chimed gently signaling the arrival of a new customer. Aya found himself sighing once again, he would never be able to forget it, maybe if he at least tried but the rare thing was that he never made an attempt to bury his past and all the pain that came with it. Some people said that he had skeletons in his closet but he wouldn't be the one to tell them that it was actually a bloody graveyard. He stared down at his tea; moving it a little and watching it splash against the pristine walls of the white cup. The green liquid reminded him of Yohji, he had pretty green eyes, Aya mused, and they were framed by thick honey colored lashes. Aya smiled slightly and remembered the look on the prick's face when he learned that he was Hijita's stepson. The fool had mumbled an apology and left the office, leaving him to deal with the half hearted explanations that he had given to his stepfather.

Aya shook the ever annoying hair out of his eyes; one day he would cut the bloody braid along with all the stupid bangs that framed his face. Aya chuckled, who was he fooling? He would wear the braid forever because Schu liked it. Aya hated falling in love, and that was what he foolishly did and he was an idiot because before their bizarre relationship had begun, it was agreed that there would be no strings attached. Aya had been the stupid one, he let his emotions lead him, rule him and mold him. He was now used to his past creeping up on him during strange moments like these, yet it never failed to elicit a sharp pang of regret from him. He laid his head on the tiny table and felt the frostiness trickle through him. He still felt as chilly as when he had entered the warm café. He heard a soft sound in front of him and lifted his head a fraction to tell whoever it was to fuck off. His eyes widened in surprise which he quickly masked with boredom.

"What do you want?"

A long body folded itself into the seat in front of him and lean arms lifted to light a cigarette that was clamped between the tiny gap of soft lips. The guy in front of him threw his head back slightly and inhaled in unconcealed pleasure and then let a wispy cloud of smoke escape lazily.

"Yo," he said softly, his voice a smooth tenor as he drawled out the words, "Sorry about earlier, I was a bit angry. Let's start over, ne?"

Aya grunted and looked in apprehension at the hand that was suddenly extended, he reached out and clasped it gingerly then quickly let go as an unexpected current of warmth rushed through his body. He glowered at the intruder and unconsciously took in the sate of disarray the man before him was in. The long blond hair was damp and clung in soft wet waves around the lean face. Those full lips lifted into a tiny smile of amusement and the abruptly turned his gaze away, only to be even more mortified when his eyes chose to settle on the plastered fabric the white shirt on his chest and on the hard muscles that were molded to the thin cloth.

"Glad you like what you see," Aya's eyes snapped up sharply to look at Yohji and in a snarl he asked, "What do you want and why are you here?"

Narrow shoulders shrugged and the owner replied nonchalantly, "Well it was raining, I needed a place to crash before I went home and as I passed by, I saw you car out on the parking lot of this café. I didn't think you would mind if I joined you."

"I do," was the clipped response.

"You're not Mr. Articulate are you?"

Aya growled deep within his throat.

"See, you should really be introduced to a dictionary and the wonders of using your voice and your seemingly non-existent vocabulary."

"Go away."

"No."

"Why?"

Yohji's cat like eyes glimmered as he glared at Aya, "You, made me miss my final exam and you are going to have the privilege to help me take it all over again."

"How the devil would I do that and even if I could, I wouldn't do it for you," Aya hissed.

"Yes, but you see, you will do it, you are going to persuade your dear stepfather to let me take my final because I say so-- hey what are you doing?"

Aya was already pushing back his chair to leave, so much for an uneventful evening. All he wanted was a quiet moment to think and he got a snobby Frat boy and a questioning father, now he couldn't even have a cup of tea in peace!

Yohji's hand shot out in a swift movement to curl tightly around Aya's wrist, he saw the other man's eyes narrow in anger. Yohji dismissed the blatant promise of a horrible temper, if the was going to be a fight then so be it, he had already lost credit for missing his final, he wouldn't be able to continue next semester anyways.

Aya tried to shake free from the obstinate man's grip, his hands trembled with the temptation to smash his fist into that pretty face.

"Look you're pissing me off, let go, fuck off and go away."

"Sorry kitten; can't do that unless you agree to help me."

Violet eyes blinked in bewilderment at the nickname, then with a disgusted sound Aya plopped back down on his seat and took a piece of paper out of his backpack. Yohji watched in satisfaction as the younger man scribbled a number and an address on it and then proceeded to slap it into his outstretched hand with a wee bit to much force.

"There, stop by tomorrow and I'll have the answer to you fucking problem now leave me the hell alone, if I see you again I wont hesitate to punch your face."

Yohji smirked insolently, "You know what Aya?"

"What?"

"I'm starting to like you."

The smirk on Yohji's face widened into a grin as he saw a soft pink hue stain those gloriously pale cheeks. Aya grabbed his bag and took off like the devil was on his tail.

A brown haired waiter came to the table and looked at Yohji shyly, giving the menu a quick perusal Yohji said to the nervous young man, "Just give me a cup of coffee, black, no sugar." The boy nodded and hurried off to complete the order. Yohji sprawled into his seat shamelessly and lit another cigarette; maybe things weren't taking such a bad turn after all.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The screams inside the padded cell rose to a fevered pitch, the guttural moans resonated from the soundproof walls, and then with a last keening wail there was silence. A dark haired man stared at the trembling huddled form in the middle of the small room from a barred window.

"Calm down," He said.

"No, no they must pay. They did it they did it. It wasn't me, I'll kill, kill, kill. Can't stop. Kill….." the hushed voice inside faded into incoherent murmurs then it rose again, "KILL THE BLOODY MUDERER!"

Brad Crawford stared painfully at the person who used to be his bestfriend, Jei was now totally insane, he was disconnected from the real world and had forgotten his mental stability. But there was something left inside him, it was the desire to kill, to cause pain and to ravage. Jei was Irish, discriminated from birth and with a dormant mental violence that had finally erupted on the night he had killed his entire family. He had been brought to Otaku Mental Facility at the tender age of nine and he had grown up there. But Brad had known Jei for along time, the man had been his childhood playmate and he visited the Irish man every day with the hope that on a certain day they would tell him that his friend was cured. Crawford smiled coldly, now Jei was no longer useless to him, he had a purpose in his plan.

"Jei," he called out from the window.

The madman heard his voice and ran in his direction, giggling maniacally, "Is that you friend? Yes it is. God sent you here, I want to hurt him. He did it friend, yes he did."

Crawford said, "I'm getting you out of here Jei, just wait a little more and you will be free."

Jei nodded vigorously, the pupil in his golden eye shifting about anxiously, "Yes, free to hurt God."

Crawford murmured, "Do you know what God looks like?"

Jei shook his head in confusion.

Brad said, "He had hair as red as blood and eyes the color of amethysts and spring violets."

He waited and prayed that the image would sink into the madman's mind and then he heard the hissed out reply, "Yesssss………God with red hair. Brad?"

"Yes?"

"I want to hurt him."

This time, Crawford allowed his lips to stretch into a genuine smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Aya inserted the key into the lock and opened the door to his apartment. I felt good to be home; at least he could have some tranquility there. Talk about a bad day, the only thing he needed was a terrible headache to finish the day off. Groping blindly for the light switch he rubbed his tired eyes in frustration. The light came on and he had to blink a few times to adjust to the brightness.

"Love, I was waiting for you."

Before Aya could say anything a pair of lips crushed his own in a smooth motion. A curious tongue licked his lower lip gently and then pulled away as swiftly as it had come. Aya stared dumbfounded at the lazy jade eyes that gazed at him, lust evident in their depths. The man leaned forward and placed another kiss on his lips, impossibly long fiery locks brushed against his face. Slim fingers caressed his cheek and a demanding mouth latched to his sensitive neck.

"Fuck!" Aya gasped.

"Hmm, yes, I did miss you."

Schuldich grabbed him again, a slick tongue twirled slowly, asking for entrance, outlining the lips and lightly scraping them with his teeth. Pale fingers dug into reddish tresses, gripping fiercely and pulling the taller body closer. Schuldig rotated his hips lazily, rubbing his erection against his lover's.

"What would you do if I said I wanted to fuck you?" Schuldich asked; his eyes hazy with need.

"I'd let you."

"Fair enough."

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To be continued………….

Author's notes.

That took a wee bit longer that I expected, mostly when I was and I'm still preparing for my upcoming finals. I really need a beta reader or else this story will be chopped up by my bad grammar and language. Chapter three is in the works right now, I'm also working on a sequel to Dark Release. If you liked it please leave a word or two to let me know what you think. Thank you!