Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Zerbrechliche Seele (Fragile Soul) ❯ DAY 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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(Fragile Soul)
DAY 5
With a clattering sound the shutters shook as the soccer ball hit them hard, square in the middle of the sign that said 'Closed'. The piece of paper sticking under the sign loosened and sailed to the ground. The boy kicked at the ball again as it bounced back to him, driving it against the shutters again and again. Finally he gathered the ball and sat on it. "Damn... why did they have to go on that stupid vacation out of town?" With a frustrated sigh he fished for the dirty paper with his foot, playing around with it for a while.
Another boy ran up. "Hey, Ryu, what's up? Is Ken coming today?"
Ryu looked up. "I don't think so," he said with a miffed expression. "He said he'd try to come at least on the weekend, when we have no school, so we can play..." Another sigh. "Doesn't look like it..." He lifted the paper with his foot and flipped it over, then stood and took the ball under his arm. "Come on, Haruhiko, let's go play alone."
Haruhiko didn't react. Instead he stared down onto the sheet Ryu had played with. Without looking his hand came up and grabbed Ryu's sleeve. "Hey... look at this..." he whispered and crouched down.
Both boys stared at the note with open mouths. Suddenly a shadow fell over them and they fell back on their butts with a shriek. Smiling softly, Birman crouched down and took the paper. "I'll take that," she said nonchalantly. "Thank you for finding it." The boys just stared after her when she walked away, eyes and mouths gaping open even more.
With a soft grunt Yohji rolled over when a distant banging penetrated his sleep. He nuzzled deeper into the sheets, inhaling their fresh scent. Only from afar he heard confused voices without really comprehending. Fresh linen with a note of mint and green tea clouded his sleepy mind.
"Yohji? Yohji!"
"He's not in his room..."
"Well, he's gotta be here somewhere, that's for sure. I haven't seen him come down yet this morning - and I've been on the computer all night and came down to make breakfast before dawn. I would've seen him."
Muttering. "Yeah... 'specially since he acts so un-Yohji-like you watch'im like a mother hen..."
No response. A smile touched Yohji's lips. Kids...
Footsteps came up the hallway, rather hesitant, and halted just outside the door. The sound of the doorknob turning... Yohji stirred then, his brain ever so slowly starting to function... Fresh linen? Mint and green tea? The door was pushed open and Yohji jerked up.
"That's Aya's room, Omi." Ken's voice, still distant. "What should he be doing in there?"
"Shh..." Omi hissed to Ken, then turned and gasped. With wide eyes he stared at Yohji sitting in Aya's bed, gaze questioning. Even though he'd been the one to have the idea to look here in the first place, he hadn't really expected to actually find Yohji here.
Yohji quickly hid his own surprise behind a mask of casualness. He shrugged. "Must've fallen asleep while snooping through Aya's stuff..." he said nonchalantly.
Now Ken appeared at Omi's side, eager to investigate what had the boy so stunned. His dark eyebrows raised at the sight of Yohji. "Yo, Yohji, whatcha doin' in Aya's bed, huh?"
Yohji swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The floor was cold under his bare feet. Bare feet... Quickly he looked up to the two younger Weiß members - and met Omi's knowing gaze. Just fallen asleep totally unexpectedly... ya, right. Yohji snorted at the sight of Omi's tilted head. "What's up, kids?" he asked trying to redirect the boys' attention.
Omi shook it off. "Birman's here. She's got news!" he said excitedly, a smile of confidence on his soft features. The next moment he yet again gasped in surprise when Yohji dashed from the bed and through the door with what seemed to be one single leap, pushing Ken and Omi aside unceremoniously to speed down the stairs.
"Yeesh, man... what the hell's gotten into him," Ken grumbled.
Omi just shrugged, a thoughtful expression on his face. Both boys hurried downstairs and joined Birman and an impatiently pacing Yohji in the living room.
"Ah, good, all gathered now," Birman said with a slight smile. "Now" - and she threw Yohji a meaningful glance - "we can talk." She sat on the couch, all serious and elegant secretary. Omi and Ken dropped onto the couch across from her, Yohji kept on pacing in front of the fire place.
"All right..." Birman began, "we have a lead."
All three young men stared at her expectantly.
"A good one at that."
Ken and Omi leaned forward, Yohji stopped in his tracks.
"Very good, for it comes from the kidnappers directly." With that she flipped over the paper that had been sitting on the table in front of her.
The three Weiß members shot towards it, and with a shocked gasp, took in the information it presented.
"The problem is: this is at least two days old, we just didn't find it any earlier..."
The bad and the worse possibilities behind this statement flashed through the assassins' heads. Suddenly Yohji grabbed the sheet and crumpled it up in his fist. His fingers were so tightly clenched, the knuckles showed white. Ken and Omi's heads went up.
"Move it!" Yohji snarled. "We're going to get Aya back!" With a forceful gesture he threw the ball of paper aside and stormed back upstairs to get into his 'work-gear'.
Birman sighed. "It's not that easy," she said to Ken and Omi, before the two younger ones could leave. "Even with this we still don't know, who's behind it, we couldn't check out the place yet, we don't know what to expect." She stood and crossed the room to pick up the discarded paper. "Plus Yohji's going into this with too much anger. He's bound to fail if his emotions run wild like this. Omi, get on your computer and try to find out whatever you can." After handing him the crunched up sheet she turned to Ken. "And you go after Yohji and keep him from doing something stupid. Knock him out if need be..."
Both boys nodded seriously, then turned and headed upstairs. Deeply etched into their minds was the message of the paper in Omi's hand: "If you want to see your friend alive you should hurry - he's about to break..." And underneath, attached to the sheet with the seal of a self-storage company that was long out of business - the picture of Aya, wounded, bound and chained.
Casually Schuldich leaned with one shoulder against the door frame, fingers twined behind his back. With a grin and eyes half-closed he looked over to Aya, who was curled up at the far end, pants still down around his knees as he had left him. Heh... how's he supposed to get them up with his hands tied... DUH... He laughed.
Aya slowly raised his head, then straightened up to a sitting position, leaning back against the wall. Cold violet eyes met Schuldich's gaze.
Seeing the emotionless, still face, evidence of a still unbroken spirit, Schuldich's fists clenched behind his back. What was it again he'd captured in the washroom? Fear to be humiliated. He already had humiliated Aya in the worst possible way that could happen to a man. And yet... Tilting his head Schuldich regarded the composed redhead. What else could he do to make this one suffer, to make him suffer inside so badly he crumbled...?
Suddenly he pushed off the door frame and buried his hands in the pockets of his pants. Languidly he crossed the room, closing the distance in a casual pace. Halting between Aya's feet he looked down on the flame red hair. Slowly he knelt down, on the loose pants between Aya's knees, pinning his legs effectively to the ground. He bent forward, always watching the redhead's face, and put his hands on either side of his head against the wall. No reaction from Aya. But Schuldich was confident... he changed his tactics...
"So... have you been enjoying your stay with us so far?" Schuldich asked sarcastically, but his voice was sickeningly soft. He leaned closer, nuzzling Aya's neck. "I'll make it even more enjoyable..." His breath caressed the redhead's temple as he whispered close to him, then his tongue slid along the edge of his ear before he nibbled on the earlobe. He felt Aya tremble slightly and chuckled softly.
His fingers were almost too gentle to be true as they ghosted down over Aya's chest and back up again, describing lazy circles on the hard, flat abdomen, teasing softly over bruised ribs, running along the collarbones to the shoulders to ease the open shirt off of them. And where ever the fingertips trailed, softly brushing lips and teasingly licking tongue followed, leaving a hot, tingling path on sensitive skin. Every once in a while he stopped to look up into the redhead's face, searching for reaction. His pleased chuckle was a warm spill of air against bare skin, causing goosebumps like the feathery touch did.
Aya squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore Schuldich's false tenderness, trying to feel nothing. His muscles tensed and his body went rigid, attempting to harden against the silken touch. He barely suppressed a gasp when the roaming fingers trailed down between his legs, caressing his inner thighs and just about left out the center. Only a soft rush of air from the moving hand. He pressed his head back against the wall.
"Do you like that?" The voice was so close... so sensual... Aya swallowed. His body jerked roughly when Schuldich's hair brushed over his manhood as he placed butterfly kisses on his thighs. The Schwarz member looked up at Aya, hands playing over the redhead's thighs and stomach. "What? Do you want me to touch you? There?" His fingers circled around Aya's sex, just staying short of actually touching.
Aya felt suddenly sick... as he felt himself reacting to the stimulus. He heard Schuldich's soft laugh and his insides twisted up into a hard knot. He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and bit down hard, until he felt his teeth sinking into the flesh and he tasted the metallic sweetness of his blood. The pain momentarily hazed his mind, but it wasn't enough to override the sensation of Schuldich's fingers closing around his member. He twitched, involuntarily pushing up into the sheath Schuldich's hand formed. The soft laugh echoed sickeningly in his ears and instantly he stiffened, lying still.
"Don't fight it, Aya..." Schuldich moved back a bit, one hand gripping Aya's shoulder to turn him around, the other hand never letting go of the redhead's manhood. Closing his fingers a bit more he began stroking up and down the length of the growing shaft. "You know you want it..." His voice was a deep and husky whisper.
A low groan rolled up in Aya's throat as he once again found himself face down, hips lifted up to expose his bare ass, only this time it wasn't icy cold gripping his insides, but searing heat. Fuck! Schuldich was going to rape him again - and he actually wanted it?!? Sure enough the hand stroking his cock caused him to grow rock hard and painfully throbbing.
Schuldich's laugh filled the room. Swiftly he penetrated Aya, without stopping his hand's work on Aya's front, merely taking up the same rhythm to fuck him in the back and front in unison.
And then he touched that certain spot deep inside Aya... He felt it as a violent shudder running through the slender body, although nothing was heard. He trembled and thrust into Aya's tight heat deeper, pushing against his center of ecstasy again and again, trying to force an utterance from the redhead while driving himself closer to his own climax with every move.
Aya pressed his face to the floor, teeth grinding into the rough stone, eyes shut so tight he saw lights dancing on the insides of his eyelids. Like hell he would let Schuldich hear his cries! He almost choked on his bile when he felt the hot liquid of his release splashing against his chest at the same time as Schuldich spilled himself deep inside him. The nausea threatened to knock him out cold. It swirled in his stomach, clouded his mind. And above all there was this feeling of filth and dirt. Deep inside something cried, afraid, pained and shamed... but he locked it away, still refusing to give in.
When Schuldich pulled out and let go of him he sunk down to lie in the wetness of his body's betrayal. Panting but wordless, over-sensitive but numb inside.
"So... you're still trying to shut me out..." Schuldich stated calmly, though breathing heavily. He shrugged. "Well then... be my sex toy 'till you die, unless you decide, doing in your team mates isn't so bad compared to that..."
Aya didn't react. For a long while it was still, except for their slowly calming breath. Then he heard Schuldich's snort, the sound of him straightening his clothes, then retreating footsteps and the click of the door.
"I got it!" Omi yelled and waved some print-outs as he came thundering down the stairs.
Ken looked up to him and stood. Yohji rolled his head around with a grunt, pressing the bag with ice against his jaw. He flinched then threw Ken a furious glance, telling him clearly what he had to expect at a later time. Ken caught the stare and shrugged. Yohji lashed out, but the other dodged effortlessly and Yohji's fist only smacked against the table. He gasped and pulled his hand back. "Fuck you, son of a bitch!" he hissed at the dark haired boy. Ken smirked.
"This must be it!" Excitedly Omi dropped to his knees at the coffee table between the couches and spread the papers. Quickly he explained what they showed and suddenly the other two were all eyes and ears. "It's a warehouse for a computer supplier now. I even hacked into their security system. I would've expected better protection... tch..."
Ken chuckled. "Well... all the protection in heaven and hell can't keep you out... Where can we get in? And when?"
Omi pointed out several possibilities on the plan. "To blow this place up is easy enough - we have to find Aya first, then I can come up with the details of a plan for an orderly chaos."
"Okay, so we check out the place first..." Ken mused.
"Oh, we can already pack some stuff... I've got no problem with making quick decisions..." The boy grinned impishly. He presented a list of what they'd need. "I calculated everything already. Depending on where we find Aya it just needs a little tweeking." He shrugged. "Ready to drop the bomb anytime," he closed.
"Then let's get moving!" Yohji threw the ice bag aside and moved to the door. This time no one held him back.
Ken and Omi quickly got their own gear and rushed to follow Yohji. A little later they sped into town.