Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Youji Unloveable ❯ Chapter 1

Youji Unlovable

By Nix Winter

"You are a Japanese agent," the interrogator said, calm, patient, unbending. "You were working for Japan when you came into China."

Youji didn't say anything. He stood on a box, just large enough to hold his bare feet. His arms were held out to his sides. His shoulders burned. His back felt like razors had made their home there. He could lower his arms. His captors could kill him.

"Why did you come into China?"

The truth rose up in him like a spooked horse. 'I'm not a spy! I came to kill a drug dealer! I work for Krittiker, not Japan.' He licked his dry lips, took a slow deep breathe and told himself that made it better, that this was better than what they could be doing to him. "I'm on vacation. Thought I'd find myself an obedient Chinese wife."

"Lift your arms a little higher for me, please," the interrogator asked politely. Youji could not see his interrogator, could not see the room he stood in. No breeze, no scents, made it a complete clean room. There were no sounds except his own breathing and t he voice of his interogator. "Are you afraid of drowning, Youji?"

Well, he hadn't been, not until those words. His arms lifted just a little. "No," he lied, and he knew, his interrogator would know he was lying.

"You're a homosexual," the interrogator said, as if that were even worse than a Japanese spy.

Youji said nothing, but he was thinking about Aya, about those cold violet eyes. They'd fought before Youji left and that, he thought had been a month ago. At least it had been three weeks when the Chinese government picked him up. His nightmares were what had done it.

His mind went back to that moment, his bed, Aya's naked self in his arms, sweat matting his hair down to his face, panting against Aya's back. It was all so clear, that moment, but the dream was lost to him. He hadn't known then, didn't know, so when Aya had rolled in his arms, asked what he dreamed, what was wrong. He could remember shaking his head, smiling a covering smile. "Nothing," he'd said, "Nothing's wrong."

"Don't lie me!" the interrogator and Aya both said, one in his memory, one so close to his ear that the hissed snarl seemed like a scream. "Worthless Japanese slut, who's Aya? Girlfriend? You can't fool me, you homosexual."

Youji flexed his fingers, trying to ease the burning in his exhausted muscles. The urge to move his arms, to let them down, by any means possible flashed through him, through the stress and programming. "You sound really hot. Are you cute? Want a blow job?"

The impact to his back took care of the pain in his arms and he thought he was off of the box too, but the sparkling black lights under his blindfold distracted him. His mind took him quickly away from the blond man getting bloody on the floor of a white painted concrete room and he wished he go back to the moment when Aya has gotten up and walked away from him. He wished he could explain. He didn't know what was in the dream. "I'd tell you, baby, if I knew. I'm not keeping anything from you."

God, he thought, distantly, the blond was bleeding all over that nice white painted concrete. It was a good thing that nobody was going to miss that stupid blond. Youji turned away from the man as he started sobbing, holding himself in a ball as the three interrogators made sure the understood they didn't want a blow job. God, he wanted to lay down with Aya, just one more time, even if Aya was pissed all to hell with him.

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Back in Japan.

Aya paced. At first he'd thought Youji was seeing someone else. Youji was beautiful and charming and deadly seductive and Aya couldn't understand why Youji would want him. Youji's kindnesses, the closeness in the night was obviously a way to cover up lies. The nightmares had only made it worse.

He didn't understand why Youji wouldn't tell him about the nightmares. What could possibly be worse than some of the missions they'd had? What could be worse than seeing each other kill people? It had eaten at Aya, that there couldn't be anything worse, so Youji must be lying, hiding another lover, something.

Then Youji had pulled away, faded, gotten dark circles under his eyes, and then Aya had felt guilt. He wasn't familiar with guilt, at least not guilt that he couldn't push away. He killed people for money. Sometimes he killed them painfully for fun, and as he watched Youji fade, his heart tore itself up.

Then Youji was gone.

Disappeared.

It was two weeks before he badgered Manx into admitting that Balinese had gone on a mission, out of the country.

China.

"Kudou accepted a mission to China. He has been detained by Chinese authorities."

Aya shivered, arms across his chest. Youji was in China, on a mission. "I want to join him."

"In a Chinese prison," Ken asked, sitting on the back of the couch, elbows on his knees. "They're going to send him back to Japan, right?"

Omi sighed. "Manx?"

"We have agents in China who are working on retrieval or relief."

Aya's voice chilled. "Why did he go to China?"

Manx replied with a stare which would have gone over the top of her sunglasses if she'd been wearing them. "He went as a Krittiker agent."

Omi moved between Aya and Manx. "I think Aya is asking why our teammate is in trouble and asking for the mission briefing. We are going in after him."

Manx shook her head. "There will be no mission to China. One loss is enough."

"Tell me why he went." Aya let his arms down, relaxed, combat twitching in his fingers.

"He went as a replacement for a foreign buyer for blood and organ commodities. We needed his unique blond look, tall and playboy like. His target is responsible for a blood bank/organ bank that has spread HIV through Southern China."

"I am going to China. Alone."

"We can do better if we go together," Omi said.

"Manx will never allow it," Aya said, "But you will allow me, wouldn't you Manx."

And so Aya went to China, hair dyed brown, eyes colored dark brown, he became a very proper business man. It had been six weeks since he'd last seen Youji. Wang Xai was the perfect Japanese business man.

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Youji had gone into China to take out a man who was running a black market blood bank that was spreading HIV among the country folk there.