Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Zerbrechliche Seele (Fragile Soul) ❯ DAY 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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(Fragile Soul)
DAY 1
"Hn..." Ever so slowly the world took shape again. Not much to see other than a vast expanse of space, and not much of lighting either, but it was better than nothing. Carefully Aya tried to rise and flexed his shoulders, only to fall back with a grunt as pain blossomed in strained joints. He shifted to get into a more comfortable position - though comfortable was quite relative… His wrists were tied to the opposite elbow, turning his arms back in a painful angle. It was only fortunate he was lying face down so that his body weight hadn't pressed down on the already mistreated limbs. He wondered numbly how long he'd been lying like this and already dreaded the moment the ties were removed and his arms straightened. Please let it be a friend to do that...
Getting sort of accustomed to his restriction of movement Aya somehow managed to get into a sitting position. He attempted to shake off the persistent dizziness, but it only caused the room to spin. With a groan he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead to the cold stone floor. Eventually the spinning stopped and he slowly rose again, this time more careful in his movements.
"Verdammt.." The redhead cursed softly after he had taken a tour of his prison. There was only one way out and that was locked. He wasn't only tied up but stuck, really stuck. With a grunt he sat down again, cross legged, back crouched in a manner that put the least strain on his bent arms and twisted shoulders. He waited.
Hours passed and nothing happened. Aya just sat and waited, or at least he attempted to. But it was just too much time doing nothing to not get lost in thoughts. Even the pain had numbed to a dull throbbing, so that didn't keep his mind occupied enough to not think. Finally he rose again and started pacing.
"Verdammt!" How could that happen? How could he let that happen?! He paced the dark hall like a caged tiger... he felt like a caged tiger... A low growl emerged from his throat while he inwardly beat himself up for his stupidity to let himself be caught.
Okay... gotta stay calm... gotta get through this alive and sane... that's the mission... He told it to himself over and over again. Whoever locked me up here will come sooner or later. They'll want something. I'll give it to them - sort of - and get the hell outta here. I can do it... I can do it...
Taking deep breaths Aya calmed his body and mind and sat down again, waiting.
It seemed like an eternity until a sliver of light crept up from the opposite end of the hall. Aya's senses had sharpened with his anger at himself and he spun around, only to be blinded by light suddenly flooding the entire hall.
"My my my... you look like shit!"
Aya froze. He knew that voice! But... that wasn't possible... They all went down after the battle with Estet! Well... at least they had thought so... In fact they just had stayed around for a while and hadn't seen them come up again. But they didn't have any proof in form of bodies... Verdammt! it screamed inside him. On the outside it wasn't even a sigh on his lips. But a soft chuckle made him flinch. That one knew... He always knew... Again Aya forced himself to calm and slammed up mental barriers, the success of which was confirmed by a quiet curse from Schuldich.
"So..." Aya recognized Brad Crawford without any problem and without the slightest doubt. "You're not a telepath like Schuldich here but I bet I don't have to tell you why you're here - and still alive..."
Slowly the face took shape as Aya's eyes adjusted to the stinging brightness. Yup, no doubt whatsoever, that was Brad. Aya felt like kicking into that smug face of his until it was a bloody pulp. Oh, how he wished his hands weren't tied and he'd have his katana... His features remained completely expressionless. "Lost bet," he ground out between clenched teeth.
"Oh come on, you're not that stupid." Suddenly Brad bent down and grabbed Aya by the front of his shirt, pulling him up. "Where are the others?"
One finely arched, flame red eyebrow raised and the gaze of cold violet eyes bored into midnight blue. It was clear he didn't intend to give an informative answer.
"So you want it the hard way?" Abruptly Brad let go and stepped back. "I don't have the time to play with you. But Farfarello's really eager. He's gonna be pleased to make you talk while I tend to more important business..."
Aya didn't react. With a shrug Brad turned and left. "Have fun with the boys..."
"What do you mean 'he's gone'?" Omi gave the phone and incredulous look. He had switched on the speaker so the others could hear as well.
"Like I said: He's gone. Disappeared. Vanished." Aya-chan was on the verge of tears. "I mean... one moment I talked to him and the next he was gone!"
"Maybe he had something very important to do..." Ken tried to reason.
"But... he didn't even say good bye! He's never done that before! He wanted to take me out for dinner! He promised! He wouldn't just run off without telling me! Would he?" The girl was starting to get hysterical. "I mean... what can be so important?"
The three young men were silent. She had a point there. Even without her knowing that her brother was still involved with Weiß as an assassin. It didn't make much sense for Aya to just disappear - he couldn't have been called on a mission, not alone, without the rest of Weiß.
Yohji sighed. "Calm down, Aya-chan. We'll find out what happened. And I'll come right away and get you. I think you're in for a nice weekend out here. Whaddya say?"
"Okay..." came the hesitant reply, but it was audible that she had calmed considerably.
"Pack some nice stuff, short skirts and see-through blouses," Yohji joked and was rewarded with a giggle from the other end.
"You wish!"
"Oh well... a guy can dream, huh? See you later."
"See you later." Then she hung up.
The three Weiß members looked at each other, clearly thinking the same: Who could've kidnapped Aya? And why?
A heavy blow sent Aya crashing against the wall. The air was knocked out of his lungs and his shoulder exploded in pain. His knees gave out under him and he sank to the floor, vision swimming. But he said nothing.
"Talk!" A nasty kick in his side accompanied the demand and Aya doubled over. He was sure the rib cracked. But he said nothing.
"You only make it hard on yourself," Schuldich's voice reached his consciousness through the thundering of his own blood in his ears. "Come on. Talk. Spoil Farfie's fun. How's that? You always want to spoil our fun, Weißer Ritter."
Aya clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could also close his ears, shut out that voice. He forced his mind to go blank, reinforced the mental barriers. It was hard with all the pain coursing through him. But he said nothing.
"Fuck you, bastard!" Another kick to already bruised ribs, and this time Farfarello didn't stop there. "I'm gonna thrash the shit outta ya if ya don't talk!" he yelled, voice edged with insanity. Furiously he kicked at Aya's curled up body, aiming skillfully at the points where it hurt the most... joints, bones, tense muscles. Aya cringed and writhed, trying to avoid the blows as good as possible, without much success though. But he said nothing.
"All right." Schuldich pushed off the wall and dropped his cig, crushing the burning ash with his heel. "Have fun, Farfie. Just stop before he passes out and call me instead, will ya?" An evil cackle was the answer. And still no sound from Aya.
Schuldich shrugged and sat backwards on the chair next to Brad, leaning his forearms on the backrest. "He needs a bit more convincing. I'm sure Farfie'll do the job just fine."
"Shit," Brad retorted and waved it off impatiently. "This takes too long."
"Hey!" Schuldich extended his hands. "We've only had him for what? A day?" He snorted and turned on his seat, leaning back and stretching his legs. "Think of the fun! When did you last see Farfie so happy?" He gave Brad a winning grin over his shoulder.
Brad grunted and turned back to his computer. "There must be another way..."
Schuldich sighed and lighted another cig. Blowing out the blue smoke he said, "I'll get into his head once Farfie's weakened him enough. Can't be that long anymore."
"Hrm..." Brad kept his eyes on the computer screen. "I'm itching to just blow his fucking brains out," he muttered. "So you better get him to talk or inside his head or whatever fast."
"Yes, sir!" Schuldich jumped up, hand to forehead and heels clicking in mock salute before he left again.
Yohji watched Aya-chan as she sat on the beach, her dark hair blowing in the breeze, large eyes gazing out over the ocean. She looked fragile and alone and instantly Yohji had to think of Aya. How often had he seen the quiet redhead just sitting somewhere, staring off into nothing, and he had stopped to watch silently, only jerked back into action again by the sound of the others approaching, and in no time his usual cheerful self had been there again. Aya-chan looked nothing like her brother, but this air of fragility and loneliness just hit him. He stubbed out the cig and buried his hands in the pockets of his pants, then walked down the stairs to the beach.
"Hey, miss. Care for some company?"
Aya-chan started and looked up to Yohji, hugging her knees. She gave him a weak smile. "Sure," she just said.
Yohji dropped into the sand beside her, sprawling like a lazy feline. "Now don't gimme that face. I know you can do better than that." He grinned at her.
Aya-chan was silent for a moment, then she turned her face away.
Alarmed Yohji sat up and reached out to take her chin between gentle fingers. "Hey..." A hot tear ran over his thumb and dropped into his palm. He turned the face towards him and gasped. The light of the moon played over ivory skin and elfin features. Crystal tears left silvery paths on pale cheeks and ran over trembling lips. He reached up with his other hand to brush back flame red bangs. No! His mind was playing tricks on him! Nevertheless he couldn't fight the urge to pull close and bury that face at his shoulder, to offer a comforting embrace to someone he deeply cared for...
"I'm fine, Yohji... really..."
The quiet female voice broke the spell and Yohji pulled back, holding the girl at arm's length. "You sure?"
"Yes..." She sighed. "I should go to bed. It's late." With that she stood up. Before she left she reached out and tousled Yohji's hair with a soft smile. "Thanks.. Thanks for caring." Then she was gone.
Yohji looked after her until she was out of sight, then pulled his knees up and hugged them tightly. After a moment he pulled out his cigs and lighted one, and just sat there, staring out over the ocean as Aya-chan had done before. "Where are you..." he quietly asked into the night and watched the moon's silver light flicker on the waves. "Where are you..."
Jade eyes... glittering... laughing... blue smoke drifting across... the musky scent... smell... stink... rotten...
"Hn... nah!" Aya jerked up, violet gaze frantically searching the room. Nothing. He was alone. With a sigh he sank back. Damn... it had seemed so fucking real...
Slowly he pulled himself up to the wall and leaned against it with one shoulder, taking the pressure from his twisted arms. His head sank against the cold stone. He was hurting all over, undoubtedly every square inch of his skin bruised and more than one bone cracked. And he was so damn tired. But he had to stay awake. This dream turning to nightmare was evident enough that his mind began to weaken. And he needed to stay strong. For his team mates.
It surprised himself. He had always been the one to take or give whatever it needed to finish a mission. When he had found himself trapped he had made it his mission to get out. Brad had revealed what it took to finish the mission - and Aya had found himself unable to comply. It was surprising and unnerving. He just couldn't give the others away for his own sake. Not even faked, as a bluff, giving false information. The very thought made him freeze inside. And that would give him away to Schuldich at once, blowing the cover. When had he started caring about them so much it made him unable to function in his usual cold efficiency? Or was it just one...?
He knew that was it... Memories of his dream flashed through his mind. Jade eyes and caramel hair... Aya shook his head. Not really to shake the images off, but to prevent them from turning into a horror scenario again. The dream in itself was familiar. And cherished. Nowhere else was he allowed to live what he so wished for. His eyes drifted closed again, not able and not willing to remain in cold reality.
Suddenly he was blinded by light, the brightness stinging even through closed eyelids. Instantly he was fully awake again, though keeping his eyes closed and turning his face down to block out the light.
"So you wanna get out of this by dying or what?" Brad's voice echoed painfully in Aya's ears. "Rather letting yourself be beat up than say one word. And now Nagi tells me you refuse to eat?"
Aya didn't reply. He breathed slowly, evenly, all senses alert. He had to try to get back to his coolly calculating professionalism or all would be lost now. Forcing his mind to go blank he waited. And once more Schuldich cursed quietly in the background. Too strong... still too strong...
Brutally Brad kicked into his captive's side. "I'm not gonna let you off that easy." Grabbing a fistful of the flame red hair he yanked Aya's head up and forced his face towards him. "I'm gonna get the others through you, no matter what it takes. And then I'm gonna blow your fucking brains all over this place. But you're not gonna die before I get all of Weiß!"
Aya sat silently, unmoving. Other defiant victims might have called their captors names, might have uttered threats of taking the bad guy down with them, and they would have been patted on their heads by their enemy, complimenting them on such bravery in the face of death - not Aya. In the end all name calling and death threats were meaningless, a waste of breath. And in reality all those vehement words, all the wild defiance were just another indicator of the truth hidden deep inside: the fear of dying. On top of that it would only bring just the more pleasure to a sadistic and merciless enemy. So Aya was still, completely calm, cool, collected, violet gaze ice cold as he stared up into Brad's face, with an emotionless, detached expression on his fine elfin features.
Brad slammed Aya's head back against the wall, letting go of his hair. "Oh come on, you're not as cool as you wanna make everyone believe..." Leaning close he fixed midnight blue eyes on the pale face. "Even you can be broken, hard ass."
Schuldich perked up. Broken? He looked at Aya, tilting his head. Then a slow grin spread across his features. Yeah... And I'm gonna be the one to break you... He leaned back against the wall, mind flooding with ideas. We're gonna have so much more fun....
Aya had squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the nausea caused by the pain radiating from his assaulted skull. He heard footsteps. Then a whispered, "You better make him talk, Schuldich. Not soon, but now! I'm sick of even looking at this piece of shit!" Then the door slammed shut. Aya waited, listening into the room without looking. But nothing happened. A moment later the room was plunged into darkness.
"Not now..." The whisper drifted through the darkness. "Sleep well, pretty boy..." A brief sliver of light, a soft click, silence.