Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Zerbrechliche Seele (Fragile Soul) ❯ DAY 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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(Fragile Soul)
DAY 3
Aya-chan sat alone at the breakfast table. Ken and Omi had already left and Yohji hadn't shown up yet. Head in hands she stared into her mug of hot chocolate.
It had been three days by now, three days that her brother had vanished without a trace. The boys had told her that people they knew were looking for him. It then had dawned on her that the police hadn't been called to investigate and why that was. She had only stared, then resigned. She had her great plans and she knew that was partly why Ran-kun felt obliged to do what he did... He merely continued what he had started to help her while she was in the coma. She didn't blame him... not anymore... No matter what he did, he was her brother, she loved him, unconditionally...
The girl heaved a huge sigh, head sinking deeper into her hands. Slowly one slender hand descended and played with the half empty mug. She was deep in thought and didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind her.
"Hey, that's almost empty and I bet it's cold by now too... Want some fresh, hot?"
"Huh?" Aya-chan started and turned, seeing Yohji busying himself at the kitchen counter. He turned and flashed her a smile.
"Seems I always catch you in thought, huh?" He resumed fixing the hot chocolate for Aya-chan, then poured a strong coffee for himself and moved over to the table. Setting down the steaming chocolate in front of the girl he then sat across from her. "So, what were you thinking about, Hübsche?"
"Nothing..."
"Ah ah!" Yohji interrupted her, holding up a finger. "The truth please, junge Dame!" he scolded.
She sighed again. "Thinking about Ran-kun..." Quickly she looked down when tears started to fill her eyes. "I'm so scared that something terrible happened to him..."
Yohji swallowed, staring down into his coffee, seeing his own desperate eyes. "We all are..." he said. Then he looked up, gaze and voice firm. "We'll find him!"
Aya-chan gave him a slight smile. "Just don't lose hope, huh?"
"Of course not." He sounded convincing, even though he didn't feel it... Too much he'd lost already... He was so afraid to lose what was still so new to him too...
After a moment of silence Yohji stood. "Why don't you go and find Ken and Omi? I'm sure they're out doing fun stuff. It's a nice day..."
"And you've wasted half of it already sleeping in!" Ken's voice sounded from the door, cutting Yohji off. "And you're damn right about the fun stuff! Hey, Aya-chan! Don't make a face like that! Let's go to the downtown beach. They're playing beach volleyball there!"
Yohji glared at Ken, but somehow he for once was glad for Ken's insensitivity, the sheer lack of knowing when to quit, when to shut up. This time it might actually help... help to cheer Aya-chan up... It pained Yohji to see the usually cheerful girl so sad. And it pained him even more to think about Aya...
It took some persuasion, but finally Aya-chan took up on Ken's offer. Yohji though stayed behind. Birman showed up or called every few hours or so and he wanted to be there in case she had news. Or so he told the others. In fact he suddenly felt the need to be alone...
"I don't know how he can still withstand... Dammit!" Schuldich was beginning to get impatient. It seemed to be alot harder to break this stubborn guy than he thought... And by now he knew they had to break him first to get anything out of him. "It was alot easier when his sister was still in that damn coma..."
"She was there..." Nagi said thoughtfully, to no one in particular.
"Even now..." Schuldich continued, "before he lost consciousness..." - he glared at Farfarello, who had smashed Aya's head into the wall too hard once too often, and this time the unconsciousness wasn't faked, he was sure of that - "...his last thought was about his sister."
Brad had been brooding, not really listening. Suddenly though he jerked up and fixed on Nagi. "Where?"
A collective "Huh?" from the other three, then Nagi said quietly, "Where we got Aya... She was playing volleyball..."
Aya's sister! Brad's lips curled up in an evil grin as the numerous possibilities flashed through his head - lost chances, he then realized and the corners of his mouth turned down. Darkly he glared at Nagi and Schuldich who had thrown these chances away in their carelessness.
Nagi looked down and Schuldich cursed colorfully.
The girl had probably contacted the other Weiß members once she had realized that her brother had been kidnapped. She could have led them to the others. Or they could have captured her along with the stubborn red-head. Brad was certain that they would've had no problems extracting any information from her. And even if she didn't know anything, they still could have used her to make Aya talk.
Schuldich was thinking about the same, only he took it one step further - they could have used the girl to break Aya...
With a dramatic sigh Schuldich pushed off the railing he was leaning at and clapped his hands. "Well - just means Farfie gets to play a bit longer." He said with a grin.
"You bet," Farfarello agreed and his fingers flexed in anticipation, playing with the small carving knives he held. "I'm gonna make our angel cry..."
"A rebelling angel," Schuldich chuckled.
"Still and angel." The golden eye gleamed. "And that's what counts."
Aya didn't move when the door opened and Schuldich entered. He sat, leaning against the wall with one shoulder where they had chained him to an iron ring, knees pulled up and didn't even turn his head to see who came. It didn't matter anyway who pulled the strings in the next round of torture.
"Tch... you're sure a stubborn one, aren't you?" Schuldich stepped up and crouched at Aya's side. Firmly he fixed dark green eyes on the still ivory mask of Aya's face. "What would you say if we had your sister in our hands?"
The red-head didn't react. Schuldich gave him a sneer. "You're not a good brother..."
Aya's eyebrows drew together slightly.
"...not showing any concern about the well-being of your loved one..." Schuldich leaned closer. "Or are you just too sure we can't get to your most beloved...?"
Aya swallowed as suddenly unbidden images flashed through his mind... jade green eyes... caramel hair, still damp from the shower... soft towel wrapped around slender hips... He squeezed his eyes shut.
"Let me tell you..." - Schuldich's voice dropped to a menacing whisper at Aya's ear - "...we can..."
Aya's hands clenched into fists behind his back. Gritting his teeth he gathered all the strength he could muster to shut his mind against intrusion. More than ever he had to conceal his thoughts.
The corner of Schuldich's mouth twitched as he was mentally thrown back. But he knew that the girl possibly was this guy's only weak spot anyway! Seemingly calm he sat back on his heels, put his arms on his knees and rested his chin on his forearms. "If you're trying to protect her - too late..." he said with a shrug. Eyes half closed he watched Aya through his lashes. He was thoroughly disappointed when he didn't get the desired reaction. Man, this guy was ice cold...
"Show me," were Aya's only words, voice low, cold and emotionless.
"Ah ah..." Schuldich waved one finger at him. "I'll just let your imagination run wild on that thought. Just one thing: you don't want her to suffer, right?"
Gritted teeth and stony face was the only kind of response Schuldich got.
"Well..." he shrugged again. "When you decide to talk let me know and I'll call Farfarello off..." He stood and turned to leave.
"Show me," Aya repeated.
Schuldich halted and looked back over his shoulder, seeing Aya's emotionless expression - or rather the total lack of any expression - and something snapped. He wheeled around and curtly nodded to Farfarello. "Get to it," he commanded. Damn, I wanna see this hard ass crumble... I wanna make him break... I want to tear his fucking iron will apart until all that's left is blood and screams...
Aya swallowed. His mind raced. What if it hadn't been a bluff? Then he saw Farfarello coming up to him - and he didn't like the look in his eye one bit. That look was entirely too full of joyful anticipation. He felt a cold shiver creeping up his spine.
Without warning Farfarello grabbed a fistful of auburn hair and yanked Aya's head back. "Been waiting for this..." he said and it made Aya's skin crawl.
Seeing the sick excitement on Farfarello's face Aya steeled himself, expecting more beating, more kicking. He wasn't surprised when he was pulled up from his kneeling position just to be slammed back against the wall, the force of the impact nearly crushing his chained wrists and elbows between his body and the unyielding cold stone. But he wasn't prepared for the hands that ripped open his shirt, wasn't prepared for the fingers that slid over his bared chest, probing. He stiffened.
Farfarello laughed madly. The knives shot up, glittering only inches in front of Aya's face. Farfarello leaned close, his tongue flicked over the shining blade, gaze fixed on violet eyes, which returned the look with an icy stare. Farfarello still grinned when blood trickled down the steel and over his fingers from a deep cut in his tongue. He didn't even seem to feel the pain. Almost reverently he let the blood stained blade slide along Aya's throat, point grazing the spot between the collarbones where the pulse could be seen, and further down over his chest.
Aya's jaw was set tight, stubbornly keeping fear from showing in trembling lips. Suddenly he was jerked to the side, Schuldich's arm tightened around his neck from behind and he was pulled down until he was pinned on the floor. He couldn't help the instinctive struggle his body put up before his rational mind took over and forced his muscles to go limp. Sheer will kept him from shaking in disgust when Farfarello straddled his hips and bent down until his face was only inches from Aya's. In forced calm he awaited whatever torture Farfarello's sick mind had come up with now.
He almost cried out when the point of the knife bit deeply into his skin, drawing blood instantly. With agonizing slowness the blade trailed his chest, carving a bloody pattern into ivory skin. He threw his head back, involuntarily pressing hard against Schuldich's chest, and swallowed the anguished cries that rose with every line of torture drawn.
Schuldich's grip tightened on the rigid form of the red-haired Weiß member and he looked down into the pale face, savoring the pained expression. Yes... cry...
A red haze blurred Aya's vision, everything swam in a sea of light. Farfarello's mad giggle of sick enjoyment echoed in his ears while he felt cold steel slicing through his skin. Hot blood welled from more than skin deep cuts, pooling in the indentation of the breast bone, flowing down between his ribs, over his stomach and soaking into Farfarello's pants, streaming like lava down his side, forming a dark puddle beneath him. And above all of it hovered Schuldich's expectant gaze. Aya squeezed his eyes shut. You won't hear a sound from me you sick bastard!
Schuldich gritted his teeth. Then he reached out with his free hand. "How can you see what you're drawing...?" he teased Farfarello and firmly rubbed over the fresh cuts, smearing the blood - only to draw more.
Aya sucked in the air with a hiss and his head whipped around, pressing his cheek down hard. Schuldich chuckled and rubbed his thigh more against Aya's face. "Go on... I like that...." He said huskily, then laughed when the red-head jerked back. "So, Farfie... what is it?"
Aya felt bile rising in his throat, from disgust, from pain, from fear... He started to tremble, still fighting hard though to keep it from showing. He mustn't let his strength of mind slip away from him! He mustn't give in! Mustn't succumb to the weakening pain, to Schuldich's overwhelming mind controlling powers! He must be stronger!
"It's missing color..." Farfarello said staring thoughtfully onto the bloody pattern. "It needs more color..."
Aya felt the weight lifted from his body, but all too soon Farfarello returned. Aya didn't dare to open his eyes, but Schuldich's soft chuckle sent ice cold shivers down his spine. Suddenly his limbs twitched in pained spasms as hot fire burned into his chest, agonizing pain radiating from acid biting deep into his flesh. Again his head slammed back against Schuldich's chest. The taste of metallic sweetness filled his mouth as he bit down on his lip so hard his teeth drew blood, stifling the scream that threatened to burst his ribcage. Then welcoming darkness began to envelop him and he willed himself to embrace this way out.
From afar he heard Schuldich's furious cursing as his body went limp and consciousness flowed from him. They left him lying in his blood. The pattern on his chest became visible on his pale skin as the bloodstream slowly subsided - a rose in full blossom, formed by angry red gashes, rosy petals defined by acid burnt skin...
It was hours later that Schuldich decided to check on Aya. He found the redhead on his feet, leaning at the wall. The blood had dried on his bare chest, the rose showing even through the dark crust. No signs of resignation in the still features though. Even though the pain was evident, strain and lack of sleep leaving his face pale and haggard, there was an intense violet fire blazing in those eyes... Schuldich cursed inside, not letting it show though. Languidly he walked over and leaned against the wall next to Aya, blowing puffs of smoke into the red-head's face.
Aya didn't move when he heard Schuldich coming, but he cringed inwardly at the cigarette smoke drifting into his face. He swallowed and closed his eyes. Yohji..... His chest burnt like fire, not from the blossoming rose, but he tried to hold on to the physical pain for it was easier to stand. He schooled his features into an ivory mask as he raised his head.
"You know what?" Schuldich took another long draw and exhaled slowly through his nose. "I'm getting kinda tired of your attitude, pal." Casually he reached over and stubbed out the cig on Aya's chest, in the center of the freshly carved rose. "You gotta change that." Closely he watched the deep violet eyes shadowing with pain, but nothing was heard. Schuldich's smooth features twisted into a sneer. "I'm gonna hear you cry," he said in a whisper and it was a promise rather than a threat. He let the stub drop to the floor, pushed off the wall and left.
When Birman had come Yohji had insisted on going out to do field work with her, arguing that his experience as private investigator would be of advantage. Hesitantly she had agreed. They had followed several hints, but found nothing. It took all his willpower to keep his non-chalant facade in front of the others - especially Aya-chan. Just looking at her, looking into her sad eyes made him cringe.
And all day long images of Aya, wounded, bound, chained, tortured, had haunted him... Even now Yohji couldn't close his eyes without seeing his violet eyes, full of pain... With a grunt he sat up in his bed and ran his fingers through his hair. His hands were trembling. Without even getting aware of it he stood and left his room, padding down the hallway on bare feet.
Silently Yohji slipped into the room that Aya usually occupied when they all were out here on 'vacation'. Deeply he inhaled. His typical scent was present, though faint. Mint and green tea... With a sigh Yohji crossed over to the bed and sat on it. Thoughtfully he reached out, fingers splaying on the sheets. He remembered the day they met... Had it been there already back then? This feeling? And he only just now had realized what it meant? He sighed again and stood to open the window.
Blue smoke drifted out into the warm summer night. Suddenly Yohji smiled, remembering the last day before they closed the flower shop for vacation. He'd been standing by the still open door, watering some plants, smoking, and Aya had come up to him, simply taken the cigarette from between his lips and flipped it into the stream of water from the hose. No explanation. No words at all. But the message was clear. Yohji had laughed. "I give up my cigs when we end up in bed..." he'd said and hadn't known himself how much he meant it... Aya had just stared him down with those stunning violet eyes of his, no emotion in his unmoving features.
"Damn..." Yohji whispered into the night... then suddenly screamed, "VERDAMMT!!!!!!"
The pack of cigarettes was crushed under his fist slamming down onto the window sill, then dropped down into the rosebush under the window...