Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Youji's Daughter ❯ two ( Chapter 2 )

Youji's Daughter 2/?

By Nix Winter

Notes: Is probably really short. I need to write something for my website, but this story is burning up my mind.

Disclaimers: I don't own WK

Warnings: Still very dark, Youji is very hurt, and Aya very agree

Chapter Two

"Aya-kun," Omi said softly, "Please, we're doing everything we can."

Ken developed a sudden interest in cleaning his claws. It had been three days since Aya's birthday and Youji's disappearance. They'd cleaned out one of Masafumi's company's labs and found nothing. Persia worked on getting them another mission and Aya paced. He carried that cell phone in one fist, waiting for it to vibrate. This was his curse. He loved. People died.

Manx sat on the stairs, her hair slightly flat. Sleep was a myth for any of them. Death could have taken any of them on any of their missions. This was what they did. Killers, they danced with death every day, in fact or in their dreams. It tension echoed out from Aya's seething violent rage.

And they new, Omi and Ken. They knew that Aya was in love with Youji. They didn't know if Manx knew and what was scarier, Omi wasn't sure Aya knew. That would be a problem, when they did get Youji back. Omi could see Youji so clearly, this perfectly preserved image, of highlighted hair, so soft and wavy, moving as Youji turned to face him, a smile that was pure Youji, present in the moment, dancing with light even in the darkness. Green eyes had been so happy in that image Omi had of Youji, and Omi finally clicked it together. Youji's eyes had turned that lighter happier shade, his whole being had lifted about six months before. A corolation to that was that Aya and he had been out at the same times, frequently. "Are you seeing Youji," Omi asked

Aya froze, violet eyes wide. Such a simple question, and yet, he hadn't felt that vulnerable since he was Ran. Aya knew that Youji didn't care who knew. Youji would have had Aya's name tattooed to his ass if Aya would have let him. Aya wished that he'd done so now, wished he had one more day laying in a hotel room with Youji, languid and naked beyond the touch of their lives. "What do you mean?"

"Yeah," Ken chimed in, now sitting on the back of the couch, ready to go over the back at any moment. "Are you screwing Kuduo?"

Jealousy maybe, and Aya spun on him. He wanted to say, no, he wasn't screwing him, it was more, so much more. He wanted to beat the shit out of Ken for suggesting he was gay. He wanted Youji to be there, to touch his shoulder and to smell Youji's French cigarettes, to know soon he'd lay his head on Youji's chest and hear his heart. But he said nothing at all.

And then the phone vibrated. Aya flipped it open. "Yes."

"Aya," Youji's voice wavered, so thin from what it usually was.

"Youji! Where are you?"

"I don't know," Youji said whimpering for a moment. "Alone, hotel room, I think. Familiar. Where are you?"

Aya ran up the stairs, bounding past Manx, ignoring the yelling behind him. He wasn't waiting. He didn't want any help, any judgments. He needed to save Youji on his own.