Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Youji's Daughter ❯ three ( Chapter 3 )

Youji's Daughter

By Nix Winter

Chapter Three

Aya didn't know when he'd gone to his knees, didn't even think about Ken or Manx being present. Mouth dry, he inched forward until his face was close to Youji's. Shaking fingers touched Youji's face, hating the fever there. "Youji, don't go to sleep," Aya whispered, as he studied the purple and black eyes. "I'm sorry I was late."

Youji's reached, lanky, dark stained fingers reaching in the air until they found Aya's hair. "Aya-baby, I'm alone with you in the dark, how could I sleep?"

"Shhhh," Aya said, face flaming, even as Ken cleared his throat. "It's not dark, Youji. Your eyes are swollen. Ken and Manx are here. A trauma cart is coming."

There were no promises that Youji would be okay, no promises of anything. Aya didn't make promises he couldn't keep. "Damn, I knew I wasn't going to get a nap," Youji said, voice too tired to be really playful. His fingers slipped from Aya's hair, slowly dropping down to towards the bed they'd shared so many times. Aya caught the slipping hand, held it maybe a little too tight, but neither of them complained.

Manx's heels clicked against the wood floor as she left. Ken stood there in the door. Aya held Youji's hand to his chest. "How badly are you hurt?"

"I'm fucked up," Youji said softly, apologetically. "But I think it's just my gut. Aya, I can't really be pregnant, can I?"

"No," Aya said softly, "Youji-kun, you can't become pregnant."

Aya leaned closer, breath soft against Youji's ear and the matted hair, "I need you."

Youji's breathing slowed, relaxing. His hand squeezed Aya in response, acceptance, promise even.

"They're here," Ken warned.

Medical people talk, they complain and they smile as they help. They're decent normal people. The trauma crew had two people, a man and a woman, in gray. More like exterminators than emergency medical personnel, they smoked into the room.

"Move," the male said and Aya felt Ken's hand on his shoulder.

"Let them," Ken said, hand very light on Aya's shoulder.

The male just reached out to Aya's other shoulder and shoved, "Move."

Ken caught hold of Aya's shirt and only the woman beginning to talk to Youji prevented the male from going out the window. "Kudou-san," she said, "My name is Dr. Mai. I'm going to help you. Can you speak?"

"Are you pretty," Youji asked, smiling with split lips.

She spoke to the man with her in a language Aya had never heard in his life. Then to Youji, as she examined his bare arms. "Were you given any drugs? Inhibition releasers?"

"Haven't been drinking. Missed that party," Youji paused, head tilting slightly in Aya's direction. Ken held the back of Aya's shirt firmly, expecting bruises for it later. "Estrogen. He gave me estrogen. And progesterone. And some other crap. Here." Youji's fingers missed the lump in his shoulder that he reached to touch the first time. "Here."

The doctor nodded, from out of her kit she pulled a blue marker and circled the lump. "We have a mobile surgical unit and I want to get you down to it so we can do some more testing. Do you have someone to make decisions for you, if you can't."

"Ran Fujimiya, only."

Again with the language that Aya had never heard, then in Japanese, "Cross your arms over your chest, Kudou-san, please. "We're going to put you on a backboard."

"I want Aya to come with me," he said. "Aya, no killing people without me!"

The male had the sheet Youji lay on drawn up, one hand by his hip, the other by his shoulder and the doctor unfolded a long slender board. She lay that at the foot of the bed and took hold of the sheet, middle of his back, knees. On three they rolled him and he screamed. Aya growled and dove.

Ken knocked him to the ground and pinned him. "They're helping him! Let them help!"

"Don't hurt him! Hurt him and I'll kill you! I swear it! He's not to be liquidated! Don't hurt him!"

Backboard under Youji, the doctor send a reprimanding look at Manx, who shrugged, as if she hadn't known her agents were screwing each other. That did nothing to lessen the disapproval in the doctor's expression. From her kit, she pulled a single use sedative spray. Manx caught it, uncapped it with her thumb, and leaned over to spray a puff in Aya's face. Aya held his breath. Ken gave him a good hit with the heel of his hand and Aya gasped.

Youji lay, panting and pale, as they strapped him down to the board. The doctor leaned over, taking his pulse a second time, as discreetly as the first. "I did not hear you."

"Don't hurt my baby," he whispered.

"Don't hurt your baby?" she asked, confused.

"He thinks he's pregnant," Ken said, frustration making his words anger tinted.

Aya's struggles were muted, but murderously seething.

Kritiker doctors were not like normal doctors, just like Weiss was not the police. Dr. Mai pulled and orange spray from her kit, held it up for Manx to decide. Kritiker could fix most physical injuries, but mentally compromised agents had no half way, rehabilitation house to go to.

Ken looked to Manx, whose lips were a thin, pale line. It clicked. It clicked so fast. They were going to term Youji. Indecision lingered in Manx. So subtle, just her eyes not meeting the doctor's, breathing stilled.

Ken rose, one motion, and clocked the male with the heel of a combat boot. The impact sent the man towards the end of the bed, away from Youji. He hadn't had a lot of time to figure out his attack, so he just dove over Youji and tackled the doctor and her orange canister off the other side of the bed.

"Wait!" Aya hissed, voice slurred. "We need the doctor!"

Manx backed away from his glare, tossed him the sedative spray as he shoved himself to his feet, swaying, bent over, holding one knee. He didn't even try to catch it. The room swirled around him, but he got to Youji and unfastened the straps. He and Youji took hands as if they'd planned it and sat Youji up. "Ken, get that bitch on her feet."

Rage simmered in brown eyes, but he hauled the surprised doctor to her knees, then back to her feet, one arm behind her back.

It was Youji holding Aya on his feet now, giving him balance. "Youji is not insane. Will you help us, or not?"

She tilted her head, studying Youji from behind, the odd swelling to the side. "I will help you."

"Where will you go," Manx asked, hands up away from her pockets.

"Just not here," Aya spat, offering Youji a shoulder, hand around his waist to hold onto gritty blue jeans. "Youji is not mentally compromised."

"He can't be pregnant," Manx said, incredulous.

Aya shrugged and left, holding Youji close to him. Ken followed, with the good doctor's kit hung over his shoulder and her wrists held together with a plastic tie he'd found in that kit. Manx let them go. Where were they going to go in Japan that Kritiker could not find them?