Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Youji's Daughter ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )

Youji's Daughter

By Nix Winter

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss

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Warning: Extreme violence, very dark

The imprint of the cement pressed into his cheek, damp hair protecting a swollen eye. Cool, damp floor held him, so solid, and he knew the room wasn't really spinning, but if he held to the floor he wouldn't fall off. Hair clung to his bare neck, shoulders, and he knew his back, his shoulder wasn't supposed to ache like it did. Or maybe it was supposed to hurt worse than it did. He couldn't really decide because he couldn't remember why it should be hurting anyway.

Breathing slowly, waking slower, he decided his ribs weren't supposed to hurt either. He'd been… dressed up, jeans, a black shirt, shiny, zipper down the side, glitter in his hair, nothing too aggressive. He'd been at a club, meeting someone. Meeting Aya. Oh yes, he remembered. It had been Aya's birthday. He got a hand on the cement floor and pushed. Pain jagged lighting up his side, filled the room with light and he carefully lowered himself back to the cold cement.

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Anger had turned to ice in Aya's soul. For anyone else, he'd never have been in club, wearing tight black pleather and silver silk, eye shadow like he was on a mission of seduction. Youji was supposed to be there. Betrayal had hissed like razors, slicing his soul, not his skin, and he'd waited. From the first time Youji had laid a hand on his then virgin body, Aya had known deep in his soul that Youji would resurrect Ran, that he'd save him.

Standing in the alley, holding a small black velvet box, dented on the top, the hinges twisted, Aya remembered the first time Youji had kissed him, pinning him to the bed, until Aya had rolled them both over, turning the kiss around so that he was kissing Youji. They were just there to take care of needs, he'd hissed, just to get each other off. Youji purred back, voice soft and scented with the brandy he'd had, "Some needs are more than cock deep." But he'd said that as he'd hooked a leg around Aya, knee rubbing against Aya's ass, body distracting from any other thoughts. It had been a long time until Aya had understood what kind of other needs Youji was talking about. Aya brushed his thumb over the ruined little box, the tiny gift tag to 'Ran, baby' crushing in his other hand. The need had gotten to be way more than just Aya's cock, and Youji wasn't there.

From within his pocket, his phone vibrated, and he nearly dropped the box as he fished for it. For Youji, his secret life, the secret keeper of his soul, it would vibrate. Everyone else got the ringtone the phone had come with. Phone to his ear, little black velvet box crushing in his hand, "Youji? Where are you?"

His words hung in the alley, hung in the dead silence on the other end of the line, connected with the only phone that would make his vibrate. Mouth suddenly dry, palm sweaty, he scanned the ally, and then it started. Panting at first, as if a familiar voice couldn't get enough air, then sucking, then the scream, ragged and horribly loud. Ran stood there, his phone held to his ear, Youji's scream bleeding around the little bit of technology, then sobbing, utter broken sobbing. Aya closed his eyes. "I'm going to kill you," he whispered into the phone, to who ever had caused the sound etched into his soul now. "I am going to kill you."

"Now, now," Masufumi Takatori purred, "What kind of greeting is that? I thought you'd like to have this as a birthday present. It was the least I could do." The line went dead.

Aya's scream boiled the alley, no thoughts, just black acid rage.

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Youji lay, back arched, over a special table. Tot stroked Youji's hair with her fingers, combing out sweat darkened blond curls. "Papa is making you better, you'll see," she said, leaning over him.

Bent backwards so that his face was almost upside down to hers, his tears ran into his hair. "Please," he ground out, wrists pulling at the leather straps holding his arms out to the side. "Please, help me."

Tot touched a cool cloth to his face, wiping away sweat and tears. "Don't worry! Papa's making you better," she said cheerfully, "Aren't you Papa?"

Masafumi just smiled, nodded. Youji couldn't see the nod, he couldn't see the spreader holding his abdominal muscles apart. He also couldn't see Neu. In surgical gear, eyes dull, as if she were less present than usual, she passed a scalpel to Masafumi's gloved hands and the peritoneum opened, neatly laying all of Youji's internal organs vulnerable to Masafumui's improvement ideas. Schoen held Youji's phone to Masafumi's ear, but he motioned towards Youji, who was just starting in on another scream. Schoen held the phone closer to Youji until the scream settled to sobbing, and then brought it back to Masafumi. A very satisfied smile on his face, spoke to Aya, "Now now. What kind of greeting is that? I thought you'd like to have this birthday present. It was the least I could do." He moved away from the phone, distracted by a sudden welling of red in the cavity he'd opened in Youji.

Hel, who sat to the side, also in sterile gear, was monitoring the heart monitor and the very minimal pain control. "His heart is growing irregular."

"Weak Weiss," Masafumi muttered, motioning with a bloody finger for her to up the pain relief, which she did. Three lines connected Youji's restrained arm with the medications they were giving him. "Pathetic little kitten."

"The first kitty cat did better, didn't it," Tot asked innocently, petting Youji as if he was, just a big, blond kitten. The male cat they'd practiced this proceedure on had stopped howling much sooner than Youji. The kittens had lived. The tomcat had not.

"Give me the womb," Masafumi said, fingering the space he'd made inside Youji's abdominal cavity. Neu stared at the opening, amoung the living colors of Youji's organs, his body laid so open. The pause in her own programming slowed her, made her eyes soften, as if for a moment someone else watched out from behind Neu's eyes.

"He's stopped screaming," Neu said, softly, neutral voice, hidden grief in hidden eyes.

"He's tried," Masafumi said soothingly, "We don't want him to scream anymore, my darling. It will lower the chances of the experiment succeeding."

"Okay," Neu said, before opening the special incubator near her and withdrawing a soft muscular organ. It didn't look like a womb, but only maybe a second heart, a large and bloody heart.

Triumpant, Masafumi took the trophy from her.

Youji, vision blurry, cried, "Auska? Auska! Help me! Please!"

"Shouldn't he be unconcious?" Neu asked, tilting her head, lips a tight line, one hand reaching just so subtly, as if subconciously towards him.

"No," Masafumi said, seriously. "Everyone should be awake when they concieve."

The muscular organ soon nestled within Youji, blood flow redirected to the new organ. A little of Youji's fat around to cushion it, though there wasn't much fat for that. "Besides," Masafumi sneered, "You once told me that you wanted to have his seed in your womb. This is a gift to you too, my darling Neu."

"I can't imagine why I'd say such a thing," she snapped, hand snapping back from the slight reach for Youji, then her voice softened, "But if it makes you happy then it's a good thing."

"Asuka! Please!" Youji pleaded, but in his mind he was seeing a red headed lover, a trusted friend, someone who's name he couldn't say now out of a need to protect him. Inside he cried to Aya.

Tot laid her hand over his mouth, shaking a finger in front of tear blured eyes. "You mustn't call her that. It makes her sad!"

As if he'd finally had enough, Masafumi nodded to Hel. "Put him under while I close."

Hel smirked as she increased the pain relief and a Youji faded away from life, into a darkness where he had been able to meet Aya the club. It was all supposed to be so different.