Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ zelos ❯ phone ( Chapter 17 )

zelos

by Myka

Arc II - chapter 4

Warnings! yaoi, language, the usual.

A/N: See; before the end of October ^^

Italics = thoughts {words} = mental speech

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It had been a week already and not a very good one at that. Schuldig and I had barely spoken to each other ever since Schwarz returned to Japan. Which was a bad sign when you're in a relationship. A week and I still didn't know what to say to him. Whenever I tried to say something, he'd avoid the subject like a plague. I could tell he was worried, I just wasn't very sure about what. I hated it; I hated the silence between us.

One night with nothing better to do we ended up watching some television. First we were sitting on separate corners of the couch each; not speaking again and me hating it. Then I changed my position, to see what happened, resting my head on his knees; part of me wanting to be much closer than this. I allowed myself a silent sigh of relief when I felt his fingers playing with my hair. His touch soothed me and before I knew it I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I dreamt it was that night again. I saw Aya by the end of the alley, holding his katana in his hands and lunging at me and my lover with anger in his eyes. But in the dream I attacked back; swinging my wire in his direction and letting it tighten around his neck.

"Please Aya! Just let us be," I pleaded.

My teammate ignored the words; swinging his sword upwards breaking the cable and rushing forward again. I didn't have time to take more wire from my watch and stood helplessly as Aya pushed me aside and drove his katana into Schuldig's chest.

"No!"

My eyes snapped open at the image, finding myself alone on the couch and covered in sweat. I raised a hand to my face as I took a deep breath. Sometimes I dreamt of that night; of what happened, of what might have happened. In the 'what if' dreams I would either lose him or he lost me. It's as if there can never be a happy ending for us, no matter how much I want it. I sat up in the couch, rose and stopped by the kitchen sink to wash my face, then headed over to the bedroom with renewed energy.

I was tired of the nightmares. I was tired of the silent treatment. I was tired of being inside the house all the time. I was going to force Schuldig to talk about this even if it's the last thing I did.

I walked into the room and saw him sitting on the bed, staring at the window. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of the sleeveless t-shirts I had given him. I slammed the door shut and locked it, getting his full attention in the process.

"We are going to talk Schu," I told him.

"About what?" he asked very disinterested.

"About this past week," I told him.

"I already said I don't want to talk about it."

"Yes. And that attitude has us on non-speaking terms and I hate it," I finished, sitting down by his side. He glanced at me and I could tell how unhappy and troubled he felt right now. I leaned towards him. "Schu?"

He stood and walked to the window, gazing outwards. "Maybe I should just leave Yohji."

I froze, my energy suddenly draining. I rose from the bed and took a few paces towards him, keeping my arms at my sides. "What are you saying?"

"That maybe it would be best if we were not together anymore." The words came out of his mouth and I instantly felt a pang deep inside me. Just the idea of not having him around me hurt, it hurt so much I could barely stand it; that's how much I love him.

"Don't you dare run away now!" I spat at him. My hand extended towards him and he flinched away from me.

"I can't think of any other way Yohji! The only reason you're cooped up here is because of me!"

Anger rose inside me and my hands landed on his shoulders, pushing him back until his back hit the wall. "You think it would be better if you left? Can't you sense how that tears me up inside?!" I screamed; letting tears of pure anger fall down my cheeks as I spoke the words. Then I kissed him as hard as I could, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him to me. Our lips parted and I stare into his emerald eyes. "The only way I'm letting you go is if you say you don't love me. If you tell me you hate when I kiss you, touch you, that you hate every time we make love. Only then I'll let you go." He blinked and I felt him taking a deep breath.

Suddenly his arms were around my neck and he pushed my forehead to his. I stared at him as he closed his eyes slowly. "I can't. I can't say I don't love you," he breathed out. "But if I stay I'll only put you in danger," he finished, opening his eyes again and releasing my neck as he let his arms fall down to his sides.

"You don't know that. It's been a week and nothing has happened." I said.

"But what if…"

I kissed him again, successfully hushing him. "I hate what if's." I told him.

"You had another nightmare didn't you?" he asked me suddenly, breaking away from my hold and sitting down on his side of the bed. I turned around and met his eyes, nodding slowly at his question. "Was it you or me this time?" he asked.

"You," I answered, letting my feet move towards the bed and stopping in front of him; he looked up at me. The emerald in his eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light of the room and I instantly ached for him. It reminded me how it had been a week since I felt the heat of his body against my own and I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to the bed, looming above him.

He looked surprised. "Yotan…"

I kissed him again, pressing my body to his and he kissed me back. I felt his hands trying to pull my shirt up and I helped him by getting rid of it myself.

"I thought you wanted to talk some more?" He breathed out against my lips.

I just smiled. "I think we talked enough. From now on the only thing I'll say will be your name and the only thing you'll scream will be mine."

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I dreamt again.

But this time it was new… Different. I stood in the middle of an empty room. Schuldig stood in front of me; his emerald eyes showing a malice I haven't seen in more than half a year.

"Kätzchen." He purred, leaning against my neck and kissing it. I wrapped my arms around him out of instinct, pressing the side of my face against his, just content to feel the rhythm of his heart. His voice was just above a whisper.

"Do you want to die?"

I woke in our bed; the sheets the only thing covering my body. I cursed under my breath at my brain for giving me these weird dreams and stood up, finding my boxers among a heap of clothes on the floor.

"Schuldig?" I asked, walking toward the living room and kitchen just to find them as empty as the bedroom. My lover never liked to go downstairs without me unless he was either really hungry or in a wanting-to-annoy-my-teammates-mood. I doubted it was the latter, so I got instantly worried, remembering what he had said last night about leaving. I put on the first shirt I saw and quickly left the apartment, rushing downstairs towards the main kitchen area. Empty. I went down the spiral staircase to the briefing room down in the basement to find it desolated also. He wouldn't be at any of my teammates' apartments; that meant the only place he could still be was the Koneko which was out of bounds for us. I ran to the shop and my heart jumped to my throat when at first glance I saw it empty too.

"Schuldig!" I finally screamed, not knowing what else to do.

The door to the storage room opened and he walked out in the best mood I had seen him since Schwarz's return.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as my heart returned to its normal rhythm.

"I got bored," he said.

"But we are not supposed to be in the shop anymore," I reminded him.

"The shop is closed, nobody's here except you and me, I don't think anyone would mind." He replied with half a smirk on his face.

I shrugged, he was right. "Just make sure you're out of here before anyone comes back."

"Yeah, yeah."

I frowned at the reaction and opened my mouth to retaliate when the phone rang.

Schuldig picked it up. For some reason he liked to take the shop's incoming calls, he said he found it entertaining. "Koneko no Sume Ie. We have boys or flowers - which do you want?"

Sometimes it was obvious why he found it entertaining. I watched as he listened, and little by little the cheerfulness on his face disappeared until it morphed into a slight despair.

"What do you want?!" he suddenly asked angrily at whomever was on the other line.

"Who is it Schu?" I asked, unable to control myself.

His body suddenly reflected the despair his face showed and he glanced at me for a second. "If you so much as touch him I will make your life a living hell." He spat with venom in his voice. Schuldig's despair turned into full-blown anger. "You fucking bastard!" he screamed out loud to the phone's speaker. "I'm telling you! One hand on him and you will never know what peace is! You asshole!"

I saw the scene unfold and suddenly had enough. "Give me the phone Schuldig" I said, trying to keep my voice down so the person on the line couldn't hear me.

"Just leave us the hell alone!" Schuldig screamed again, banging the phone once against the counter. I lunged at him, taking the phone away from his grasp.

"Who's there?" I asked hastily, only to be greeted by a dead line. I hung up the receiver and turned my jade eyes to my lover. "Who was it, Schu?" I asked him. He had a mix of anger and despair all over his face. "Who did you just talk to?" I asked again more desperately, gripping his shoulders and forcing him to look at me.

"They know I'm here." He finally said.

"They know we're here."

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