Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight Youji ❯ one ( Chapter 1 )

Twilight Youji 2/?

By Nix Winter

Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz.

Warnings: I make no claim that this is canon or has perfect grammar.

Notes: Ne… come see my stuff at www.onepinkrose.com

Aya glared up as Ken came back down the stairs.

"What is it?" Ken asked, flipping on the light, then stopping dead.

It was not what he expected to find Aya on his knees by Youji, blood splattered very where, and Youji laying there, pale and breathing so shallowly.

It had always been a possibility.

"Youji's wounded." Aya said, flatly. The initial shock had begun to fade back. "Give me the phone, Ken?"

"But you can't call for medical back up," Ken said, his words chilling as he realized the truth of it, even as he said it.

"I can call an ambulance." Aya's fingers took hold of the cordless phone like it could be a sword hilt.

"Youji doesn't want to go to jail, Aya," Ken pointed out, as he squatted down on the other side of the blond and started looking at the 'thing' embedded in his flesh. Cautiously, he touched Youji's belly far enough away from the wound, exploring. The spidery legs actually picked up from where they'd dug into Youji's flesh and moved, after a couple claw-like swipes at Ken's fingers. Ken's eyes went wide like glow in the dark soccer balls. "OH fucking hell!"

Then the phone rang.

Aya nearly dropped the phone. His eyes were locked the edge of the puncture, where a black pus was seeping up. "Koneko Flowers," he clipped the words though.

"Do not touch it," Crawford sneered, sounding colder than Aya by a dozen degrees. "You saved mine. I will help you save yours."

"My what?" Aya snarled, rising and taking a couple paces away from Youji. "Do not touch the object," he commanded Ken. To Crawford he hissed, "What is it?"

"It is a cursed stake. That Balinese is alive at all is proof that he is foolishly valiant. Do not consider this more than a truce. Two of my agents should be arriving shortly. Allow them to do what they do."

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Aya turned back to where Youji lay. The blond was growing restless, head rocking, the fingers that had been holding Aya's coat clawing lightly at the floor. A chasm cracked through Aya's soul then, as he realized that he did not want Youji to die.

"No matter what a man has done before, Fujimiya, sometimes a vision will call a man's soul to a different path. I want what I have always wanted. I just understand that it is to be had differently. You will understand in time. You were in the vision."

"Youji?" Aya squatted down, laid the backs of his fingers against Youji's cheek, calming him.

"The future is like billiard balls. One can see where they're going, but not always where they finish. For today, trust my team."

"Ahhgg," Aya gasped. The fingers that had been against Youji's cheek, now pressed to his own temple. There was the most vivid 'memory' in his mind of him pinning Youji to the counter, letting the blond's pants down, ramming home as the blond cried out in pain. Aya did drop the phone. He fell back against the work bench behind him, the heels of his hands pressed to his eyes. "Ahhhhhh."

The back door opened then, as if the lock had been no ore than a null password. "Hello, kitties," Schuldig purred, crossing in humanly fast to pick up the phone. "Hey, we're here. Kitty red and I shared a pretty day dream already."

The smirk evaporated. The telepath leaned away from the phone, even though he just took it with him, evading Crawford, even though he knew he couldn't. Simultaneously, the pain in Aya's head evaporated, the 'memory' faded into nothing more than a bad commercial. Youji had grown more restless though, and Ken was holding his hand so it didn't reach to the chunk of wood stuck in his belly.

Aya moved forward again and caught Youji's chin. "Youji, try to relax. We're working on helping."

"Aya," he whispered, "Aya, hurts."

"I expect. Open your eyes." Aya commanded, steeling himself to give Youji what he'd wanted.

Everything Youji did carried a kind of indolent grace that set him apart from the stress and demands of life, as if he were a golden tiger just laying around in the sun, waiting for the moment he felt like striking.

A golden lion knight, Richard the Lionhearted reincarnated, Aya mused. There was a time when Aya was a school boy, books and poetry, history and accounting. Youji reminded him of that, so deeply that Aya didn't even realize it.

His hand on Youji's face, fingers on his cheek thumb on his chin, near his lips. "Open your eyes."

Those dark honey lashes trembled, then lifted, like a proud lion just slowly yawning. The green eyes they revealed though glazed over, pupils wide open, making them look almost black, and over the whites, mixed with the tears filling them, a dark oily scum pooled, shifted, slipped down his cheeks when Youji blinked. Confusion bled Youji's voice into uneven strained tones, ruined the mellow coolness that was always there, "Aya

Aya smiled, forced it, lips twitching, but lifting into a smile. "What happened? Why didn't you tell us you'd gotten hit?"

"I got hit," Youji asked, eyes slowly blinking loosing focus.

Schuldig reached down and touched his fingers to Youji's forehead, smirked at Aya. Youji went completely limp, lips parting slightly. "It's better that way. You wouldn't want to be awake while we rip out your guts, would you?"

Rage, unreasoning rage, lit Aya's eyes. "You will not hurt him."

"Of course not," Schuldig sneered, "Crawford would be very pissed."

Nagi and Farfarellow let themselves in the open door. They stood there, just watching for the moment, slender dark evil, and tall golden insane evil. Schuldig, as if he couldn't help himself, smacked Youji's unconscious cheek, and stood. "Hurry up and retrieve the akron," he snapped, as if that's all he wanted anyway.

Ken and Aya looked at each other, weighed options. Nagi lifted his chin. "I will do my best to save his life."

"Me too," Farfarellow nearly chirped, trying to sound harmless maybe, but only making himself sound like a stoned cartoon character. "Just cut the bad thing right out of him."

Schuldig groaned. "Don't make me have to knock them all out! It gives me a headache."

Aya reached for his sword.

"Really, we were told to help," Schuldig said, finding the role of the sane peacemaker a difficult fit. "Give us five minutes. We'll be gone, and if Balinese dies, Crawford will beat the fuck out of us.

"I don't find that comforting," Aya frosted.

Schuldig smirked, but then Nagi was nudging Ken out of the way. "Be quiet," he snapped, impatient. The small telekinetic closed his eyes and Youji groaned. Aya grabbed the ands nearest to him, held it tight. Slowly the wood thing in Youji started to rise. Farfarellow moved in behind Nagi, a small golden dagger out, clean of blood, sparkling in the early sun light. Ken scrambled back, as Farfarello took his place. The little slender legs dug into Youji's flesh, forcing a cry from him.

"What's happening," Omi asked from the stairs. "Ken!"

"Shut up!" Nagi hissed, sweat breaking out on his forehead, nose. "Cut!"

Farfarello swiped with the dagger he held, five quick little V shaped nicks around the circumference of the thing's hold on Youji's flesh. Aya held Youji's hand as his body arched, protested the new little wounds. The thing in him shot upwards though, spinning, droplets of blood and black ooze splattering from it, the point like relaxing octopus legs, with only the tips twitching. Nagi bowed his head, eyes still closed, panting hard now. "Now!"

Schuldig jumped forward, hands snapping a box he'd gotten from out of no where around the thing, enclosing it in a white stone casket. "Gottcha, baby."

Youji woke then, gasping for breath, just trying to get enough to scream. Nagi collapsed against Farfarello, who caught him up, but didn't stop licking the last of Youji's blood from his blade. Ken snarled in warning and suddenly the three of them were by the door. Schuldig bowed in mock gratitude. Maybe it was the need to prove his power, or explain away any kindness to the enemy, but Schuldig drawled, "Thanks so much for helping us out. None of us could have pulled off the whole knight protector thing. This damn demon would have happily killed any of us, you see? Only one of you sweet boys, who would be willing to give your life to save the innocent and weak sacrifice could survive and come away with the akron. So thanks again. We needed this."

Ken clenched his fists, lips twitching.

Nagi struggled out of Farfarello's hold, onto his own feet again. "Don't let him bleed to death, die of infection." There was a grudging respect in Nagi's voice though. "Don't use any narcotics."

"Why not," Omi said, gathering information, fully awake now.

"Just for a while," Nagi said, head up, but body stiff, as if he just dared his teammates to hit him. "The demon will be hunting him, to get it's heart back."

"Oh this is too weird," Ken said.

"Yeah," Farfarello purred. "If it gets too intense, give us a call. I would like to watch Nagi trying to stop the demon from eating a blond kitty."

Emotion didn't even touch Nagi's face. A person could read what they wanted into the look he gave Youji, half terror, half hero worship. "I'm leaving."

"Ja," Schuldig said, "Me too. Farf, no playing when Crawford said no."

One eye smiled and he shrugged. He slipped the gold dagger back into its sheath. "God's gonna be so hurt by what he's going to become."

Then they were gone. And Youji started to convulse.