Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Devil's Playground ❯ Frustration ( Chapter 3 )

The dream replayed same as always, however it did seem to move just a hint faster. This time when it should have ended but didn't, Ken was prepared. His fists were balled up tight and he waited for the laugher to come. As soon as the chuckle echoed in his ears, he spun around and swung. For a flash he saw that hated face but it quickly vanished. He stumbled forward, catching his balance again when his fist hit nothing.

Growling in frustration, he spun and swung again when he heard the laughter behind him. Still his punch only found empty space. They continued this dance for some time. Spinning, swinging, missing. Over and over it happened. Slowly, his strength began to wan and soon after one last desperate lunge he couldn't catch himself and fell to the floor. Gasping for air, he rested on hands and knees with his head slightly bent.

The object of his hatred ceased this game and started a new one. He casually walked around his prey relishing his easy triumph. "Do you know, that position suits you so well." His smug voice echoed in the black expanse of the dream. Ken released a shuddering breath, closed his eyes and bowed his head even further. The perfect image of submission. Kase smiled from ear to ear. "Of course, it's much better like this." And suddenly Ken felt a cool breeze against his now bare skin and shivered.

Somehow, somewhere he found the strength to speak. It was rough and quiet but still managed to be firm. "What do you want from me?"

"Your soul." Kase answered plainly.

"Don't you already have that," he demanded through gritted teeth. Now that his breath came in a steady rhythm, Ken leaned back to sit on his haunches. His sharp brown gaze looked up to meet his tormentor.

"Unfortunately no. But I will claim it soon enough." The circles Kase had been making were gradually shrinking in size. Now he was less than a foot away from his quarry. He finally stopped directly behind Ken and crouched down. Leaning forward, his chin hovered just above Ken's shoulder. "Just like I have claimed your body."

At that, Ken's eyes widened and every muscle tensed. He found it hard to get a full breath again and he didn't bother to ask what the man meant exactly. For some reason he knew that Kase would tell him anyway, and he was right. "Oh yes, I have had you. Do you remember our initiation into the J-League by those senior members?"

Ken's fists tightened to the point of shaking and he squeezed his eyes shut. He remembered that horrible night. He had tried desperately to forget, but he couldn't. Although, he had always thought that Kase had been victimized that night as well. How is it that that didn't happen?

As if sensing his confusion, Kase smirked and said, "It's amazing that you never saw how much I hated you and your perfection. Everything came so easy to you. You were popular and talented and just… perfect. I resented you and despite myself desired you more than anything. But I knew you would never give yourself to me so I decided that I would have to do it by force. I just had one problem, I didn't want you to know. I wanted to be able to hold that over you and still be able to manipulate you when ever I needed. I wanted you to see me as your savior. So I needed a cover.

"That night when we went out to celebrate, we all enjoyed some drinks. And while you went to the restroom, I over heard a couple of the senior members mention that you had a great body. And I found my opportunity. I forced my way into their conversation and we set it up. I told them that you liked it rough and they had no qualms about complying. But I also convinced them to fake my own capture and separate us. They took you to a room and bound you. The blindfold was my idea so that you couldn't tell who was there to fuck you." He watched with growing excitement as Ken kept his eyes tightly closed, hands now up at his ears trying to keep out his words and rocked gently. "And in their midst I took you too."

A sob broke free and the tears silently fell. He couldn't believe it. Just couldn't believe it. His friend, the one he trusted with his life had betrayed him from the beginning. He had never once been a true friend and he was only now finally seeing it. He wanted to shrink away into nothing. His heart felt shattered beyond repair. He hated that night almost as much as the day his professional soccer career abruptly ended. A night he was subjected to the humiliation again. The memories flooded him and he cried out once more before falling over bawling.

But Kase wasn't finished with him yet. "And when it was all over and you were such a mess, I came to rescue you. The look of relief in your eyes when I removed the blindfold made my heart skip a beat. In that instant I knew I had won. I had you cornered and you would forever be mine. I consoled you and helped you clean up. And I even convinced you that it was useless to report it. You couldn't be sure who it was and we would tell someone if it ever happened again. Of course I wouldn't allow that to occur unless I had a say. So you let it go."

Kase knelt down next to the weeping figure. A hand caressed the soft skin of his side sending shivers through the tormented soul. "Do you know I mourned your death? I was hoping to find a way that I could have you whenever I wanted. But you were always so stubborn and so naïve. I have been given the chance to come back and claim what was rightfully mine. And by all the forces of hell, I will do it." Kase's voice had grown dark and full of malice. Suddenly hands were on him, maneuvering him and he knew what was coming. He struggled but his taxed muscles and emotions left him too weak to fight.

Pain speared him and he cried out. The methodic hammering left him whimpering. Kase's voice hissed in his ears, "You are mine, Kenken. Do you hear me? Kenken! Can you hear me?!"

And somehow the voice morphed into something else. It sounded so familiar to him but he just couldn't place it yet. There was a bumping at his lower back but if felt different. He heard the voice again, "Kenken, open up! Can you hear me? Kenken?!"

Another voice joined him, "There's something blocking the door, Ken -kun! What's happening in there?"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he began to register what was going on. He had fallen asleep against the door and was now lying on his side in front of it. The bumping was them trying to push the door open but he was blocking it. He could hear the panic in their voices but still could not find the strength to answer. He could feel the tears on his face and the pain in his body. Closing his eyes he smothered his face in the carpet beneath him and cried once more.

There was silence for a moment on the other side of the door as they paused to listen. Dinner was ready and Omi had come up to get Ken. He knocked and did not get an answer. Then he tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge. Concerned for his friend, he hurried back to the kitchen for help. Yoji, who was finishing dinner, automatically came to see what was wrong. And now both stood waiting.

What's wrong with me? Ken wondered. It was just a stupid dream! Just a stupid dream. It wasn't real. It couldn't have been real. He tried to convince himself that nothing was wrong, nothing was out of the ordinary. But a quiet voice inside his mind asked, Then why does it hurt? He grit his teeth and curled up a little more, oblivious to the people beyond his door.

They stood measuring the situation again. Both blondes staring at each other wondering what they should do next. Worry filled them and they were about to break down the door when their leader finally showed. He didn't need to be told that something was wrong, he could read it clearly on their faces. Frowning he pushed them aside and they gave way willingly. "Ken," he called, "You open this door right now. Do you hear me, Siberian?"

The sharp use of his code name, snapped him out of the stupor he was in. Get a hold of yourself man. You're making them worry for nothing. It was just a stupid dream! Getting angry with himself, Ken forced the sensations away as best he could. Slowly, the brunette rolled over to come up on hands and knees. Taking a deep breath, he answered his friends. "I'm fine, I'm just tired."

The usually chipper voice sounded gruff and subdued. Everyone frowned. "Are you sure Ken-kun?"

"Yeah, I just need to rest s'all."

"Open this door, Siberian." Aya's command left no room to argue. Ken reached up for the doorknob and grabbed it with both hands. Pulling himself up gingerly, for his body still ached from the dream, the soccer player managed to get to his feet. Leaning on the side of the doorway, he opened it just a crack.

"Sorry, I was just trying to get some sleep." He was explaining his previous non-response but was soon cut off before he could say any more.

"Jeez, Kenken! You look awful." Even in the sparse light from the hallway, all three assassins could see the dark circles under their friend's eyes. His ashen expression glistened with a light sheen of perspiration. Still fighting the effects of his dream, he didn't have the strength to stop them from barging into his room.

Getting unreasonably angry, Ken spat. "What the hell do you think your doing?!" Then looking pointedly at the taller blonde, he added in a darker tone, "And I told you to stop calling me that."

"OK, ok. Don't work yourself up anymore."

"What's going on?" The redhead demanded.

Growling, the brunette said, "Nothing. I already told you that."

"They why didn't you answer the door, Ken-kun?"

"Because I was sleeping. Now, will you people please leave, I'm trying to sleep still." He pushed himself off the wall and swung the door fully open.

"Aren't you hungry?" The youngest of the group questioned.

"No."

"You didn't have lunch, you should try to eat something." Yoji suggested, taking a step closer to the brunette. Once again, Ken took a step back. Sighing, the playboy added, "A full stomach helps you sleep better."

Bowing his head and closing his eyes, he muttered through clenched teeth, "Why can't you just leave me alone?" Carefully, he raised his gaze to peer through chocolate bangs. Taking in their concerned expressions, the fight abruptly drained from him. "Look, I appreciate you guys wanting to help me. Maybe I am coming down with something, but it's nothing you need to concern yourselves about. All I want to do is lie down. Can you please just let me handle this in my own way?"

Silence embraced the room. You could sense that each occupant was weighing their decision carefully. Finally, the redhead made the first move and simply walked out. In truth, it wasn't what he wanted to do, but he knew the hothead's temper too well to win this moment. The former soccer goalie was just way too stubborn for his own good. And it just wasn't his style to argue in front of the others on matters of concern. So, to keep face, to prove to the other man that he cared enough to ignore his own heart, he just walked away. If this continued through tomorrow, he would take action then.

Omi watched in amazement as their leader left. Glancing over to Yoji, he noticed the brief confusion in verdant eyes. Taking the cue from the redhead, the younger teen cleared his throat, "If you need anything Ken-kun, all you have to do is call, ok?"

"You'll be the first one I ask for Omitchi." Ken tried to smile and reassure the youth. "I promise." Nodding, the smaller blonde followed their leader.

The remaining pair stared at each other for a moment. "You sure you're going to be all right?" Ken frowned. "Maybe I should stay with you for…."

"I don't need a babysitter, Kudou. I'm a big boy now, I can take care of myself."

Putting his hands up in an obvious display of surrender, Yoji resigned, "Fine, Ken, whatever you say." He started for the door and stopped when he was practically shoulder to shoulder with the younger man. "Just remember you promised the chibi that you'd call us if you needed anything."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I wouldn't want to spoil your night."

"I wasn't planning on going out tonight, Ken. Not when I might be needed here." And with that he left, leaving a shocked Ken behind.

Recovering a moment later, Ken slammed his door shut. Huffing he glared at the closed door. Who the hell do they think they are? What? Do I look like I can't take care of myself? It was just a stupid dream! I'm not afraid of nightmares anymore. I've seen worse in real life! I've done worse in real life. His body protested the sudden movement when he spun around and he groaned. Since when do dreams leave you feeling like shit? Bah! This is ridiculous. I should just go to sleep and prove how stupid all this really is.

His dark brown gaze fell upon his bed and his stomach flip-flopped. Swallowing hard, he couldn't shake the uneasiness that swept over him. Going to sleep right now was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he walked over to a corner in his room by a window. Cracking the window open, he could feel a cool breeze filter in. Putting his back to the wall, he slid back down to the floor and looked out the window. He would sit there until he felt like he could go to bed. Which he doubted would be anytime soon. He just wasn't in the mood to face the nightmare again, so he would just have to stay awake. Yeah, real mature. Sighing, he watched the sun go down. Then the stars crawl their way through the indigo canopy of night. And finally the sun crest over the horizon.

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Another chapter down. I was hoping to have this story done by Halloween, but I don't think I will. :( Well, hopefully it won't be too much longer as I didn't plan on it to be so. Thanks for reading! Please REVIEW if you have a moment. And Happy Halloween!!!!

-Ari-kun :D