Disclaimer:

I do not own Weiß Kreuz or any of its characters. I just love them to no end and have a very twisted imagination. Please be aware that I am extremely poor so suing me will do you no good. Thanks.

Warning: Lemon Yaoi - Hints of Yuri / Violence (including Child Abuse) & Rape / Explicit Language / Angst / AU

Pairings: Ran x Yohji / Ken + Omi / Birman + Manx

FYI: Inner thoughts - [ Flashback ]

Author's Notes:

Okay, here's Chapter Four. This chapter starts off with some major Yohji angst and I warn you now that the opening scene may be upsetting for those of you with sensitive natures. It really isn't that bad but it does contain child abuse so be forewarned. Also note that time has passed in between Ch 3 and Ch 4. Why? I don't really know. It sort of felt right to do it. And since I seldom question my unpredictable mind, I just went with the flow.

Well, that's it for now. I hope that you enjoy this chapter of Circle of Time. Oh, and please don't forget to review.

Thanks again,

Forsaken

Circle of Time

[ "Yes……that's it, boy. Just like that," the man in front of him moaned in accented Japanese as his large hands fisted into Yohji's short blonde hair.

Yohji winced as the hands within his mane tightened painfully, pulling at the short locks relentlessly. But he didn't stop what he was doing. Up and down his head bobbed as he continued to pleasure the other man, licking and sucking at the engorged member within his grasp.

Yohji closed his eyes. He had a job to do. He had been paid to do this. What he wanted didn't matter.

"Yeah," groaned the man. "Shit……Just like……Fuck!"

Yohji gasped in pain as his hair was nearly ripped off his scalp. The member within his mouth was suddenly thrusting deeper into him as the man's hips began to rise off the bed with more fervor. Yohji fought back the urge to gag as the swollen penis was shoved over and over again into his mouth as far as it could go.

"Fuck……Fuck!" the man shouted as he came.

Yohji once again closed his eyes as he felt the man's seed shoot into his mouth. God, he hated this.

Finally the grip on his hair loosened and Yohji pulled away. All he wanted was to find something to use to spit out the bitter contents of his mouth. He reached over to grab the box of tissues on the nightstand but stopped when the man he'd just jacked off spoke.

"Swallow it."

Yohji's eyes shifted to the burly brunette sitting languidly on the bed. Blue eyes stared at him, cold and commanding, clearly warning him not to disobey.

For a moment, Yohji wanted to spit the vile liquid he was holding in right into the American man's handsome face but he thought better of it. This was his customer, the American who'd paid his father for a night in Yohji's bed and had continued doing so for the past four years. He would pay dearly if he didn't do what the man wanted.

Trying not to shudder in disgust, Yohji swallowed the man's seed, his green eyes never wavering from the cold blue ones staring so intently at him.

"Good boy," said the man, his chiseled lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Now come here."

Fear shot through Yohji. He could see the man's intentions, see them clearly within the depths of those ice blue eyes. Just do what he wants, Yohji and it'll be over before you know it, he told himself, trying to will his rapidly beating heart to calm its erratic pace.

Slowly, on all fours, he moved toward the man until he was in between the man's large strong thighs. He almost flinched as the man's large hands pulled him close so that their bodies could meet. With his head on the brunette's shoulders, away from the other man's line of sight, Yohji allowed a moment of pure agony to cross his beautiful face.

"Shit, Green Eyes. You feel so good," the man moaned as he caressed Yohji's buttocks and pressed his erection against Yohji's soft member.

Yohji's hands tightened on the headboard above him. He hated when the bastard called him that. It felt like a blow to the gut whenever he heard the words. A constant reminder of how different he was, of how 'American' he looked.

Once upon a time, he had been quite proud of his American features, enjoying the compliments he would receive. Most of all, he had loved the fact that he'd looked so much like his mother. But now, as he was pushed back onto his back and his legs were spread apart, Yohji hated his looks, hated the fact that he resembled his mother, hated his American blood.

Not only had his appearance pushed his father into throwing him to the wolves, to the countless horde of lecherous men his father serviced with both men and women, but his unique coloring had been the reason why he'd become so popular among his father's customers. Worst still, he had become the sole favorite of the one he had come to know only as Marshall, the one who had taken his virginity without care, without remorse, without compassion, the one who was using him at this very moment.

Yohji's body jerked slightly as the brunette entered him roughly in one swift stroke. Yohji turned his head to the side and stared at the wall ahead, trying to detach himself somehow from what was being done to him.

He should be used to it by now, used to the degradation, used to the lustful moans hovering above his ear, used to the stinging pain of being ripped open as his body was taken repeatedly. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't. Every time he was used, every time he was touched to please another for money, feelings of disgust, of humiliation, of shame would run through him leaving an intense fire of hatred burning within him.

He hated his mother for dying on him, hated his father for taking her away from him, hated his father for selling him off to the highest bidder, hated his life …… hated being alive.

Yohji cried out as he was slapped hard across the face.

"Look at me, goddammit!" yelled the brunette as he lifted Yohji's narrow hips up higher against him, ramming into Yohji's thin body relentlessly. "Look at me while I'm fucking you!"

Blood made its way down Yohji's chin as he was forced to watch the man he knew as Marshall take his body brutally.

"You know you love feeling my cock inside of you," Marshall moaned as he pulled Yohji by his hair, lifting his face up. "You're so damn beautiful."

A whimper escaped Yohji's lips as the man's thrusts became harder and faster, too much for his slender form to handle but the sound was cut off by Marshall's lips crashing onto his own.

Marshall gasped, his body tensing and released Yohji's bruised mouth so that he could let out a deep moan.

Yohji hissed as the hand wrapped around his hip dug deeper into his already battered skin. Unbearable pain shot through his insides as his legs were brought up high onto the brunette's shoulders, causing the penetration to feel deeper and even more agonizing and Yohji couldn't take anymore.

"Stop! Get off……Fucking asshole, get off!" he yelled as he tried to dislodge his legs off of the man. He felt himself rip even more and Yohji cried out from the pain.

"Stay still, goddammit!"

Yohji was slapped once again as the man above him continued his assault, breathing heavily in the throes of his climax.

Twin rivulets of blood trailed from the each corner of Yohji's mouth as he tried yet again to stop the pain. "Please," he begged, not caring that he was doing so. "It hurts!" Yohji could no longer hold back the tears or the sobs; his body felt as if it were being split in two. He was bleeding, tearing with each of the man's frantic thrusts.

Then, finally, the man rutting over him stilled and let out a harsh growl, ramming into Yohji one last time, imbedding his member to the hilt.

Yohji grimaced, tears tracking down his face, as he felt the warmth of the man's seed rushing into him in spurts. He closed his eyes, turning away from the sight of the brunette's climax. He couldn't stop himself from whimpering as the offending member was removed from his damaged body.

Yohji tried to turn away, tried to curl into a ball so that he could wait out the pain sweeping through his body but a hand grabbed his face roughly and stopped him. His jade eyes widened as Marshall's angry blue ones bore into him.

"You little shit," spat Marshall as he backhanded Yohji. "You almost ruined it for me!"

Marshall grabbed Yohji by the hair and Yohji cried out as his head was lifted and pushed back hard against the headboard.

White flashed before his eyes as his head connected over and over with the wooden board and Yohji barely had the strength to cry out anymore. Pain bloomed on his side causing him to arch up in agony as a fist pounded into his ribs.

"Don't you ever fight me again!" shouted the brunette as he steadily continued to abuse Yohji. "I paid good money for a piece of your ass, you little fuck! And I'm not going to get cheated out of what I'm entitled to."

Another hard slap had Yohji falling out of the bed and landing on the floor like a broken doll. Dazed and too tired to fight, Yohji's eyes began to close as the world began to dim. He could taste the metallic aftertaste of his blood within his mouth, something that his slowing mind still managed to register as familiar.

He hadn't known how long he'd lain there, bloody and practically lifeless by the time his father finally entered the room, shouting at the top of his lungs, pulling Yohji out of the merciful darkness that had briefly taken him away from the agony.

"Goddammit!" Yohji heard his father holler. "Marshall, what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know how much money I'm gonna lose now?"

"Shit Kei, I fucking lost it. The fucking bastard fought me, man. What the fuck?"

"Fucking idiot!" his father spat.

A kick to his already bruised ribs wrenched a moan from Yohji, sparkling anew the pain that had blissfully subsided into a numbed haze.

His body was shivering almost uncontrollably but Yohji couldn't feel it. The pain that had raged through him a second ago had already died away and the edges of his vision were beginning to fade into a light shade of gray. Was he going to pass out again? Maybe this time he wouldn't wake up. Maybe this time God would finally show him some mercy by allowing allow him to die at long last.

"What the fuck was that?" he heard Marshall ask, hearing the words as if from a distance.

Yohji heard the blinds over the window being moved and he briefly wondered what his father was looking at. Past the pounding in his ears and temples, Yohji began to pick up more sounds, sounds coming from the outside.

Sirens?

"Shit, it's the fucking cops!" his father yelled. "We have to get the fuck out of here!"

Yohji tried to move, tried to make his arms, his legs, anything move but he just couldn't summon up the strength. His body had obviously given up and Yohji honestly couldn't find a reason to challenge its decision. Why should he try to get up? To live? For what? So that he could once again be used as a piece of meat being passed around? To be beaten into a bloody pulp again?

No, he thought as he listened to the sounds of his father scrimmaging through the dresser drawers, yelling at Marshall to help him get the 'stash'.

"What about the kid?" he heard Marshall ask his father.

"Leave him. He looks just about dead anyway," his father coldly replied. "Let's get the hell out of here."

The sounds of footsteps echoed through Yohji's mind and he knew that his father was in fact walking away, leaving him to die on the floor, naked and alone. His mouth curved up just a bit in a sardonic half smile as he realized that he would at least be finally free from the man who's tainted blood ran through his veins, the man who had destroyed his mother, his innocence, his life.

But as Yohji laid there on the floor waiting for the arrival of true peace, the door to the room broke open. Sounds of splintering wood rang along the room's four walls and Yohji's eyes opened in surprise.

A shot ran out, exploding through the room and Yohji's eyes widened. A struggle ensued; Yohji could hear the grunts and hisses -- probably coming from his father and Marshall as he continued to lie motionless on the floor, his eyes now more alert than they had been before. Furniture broke all around him and Yohji could feel the vibrations of the struggle on the scratched wooden floor beneath his cheek.

From the angle of the door leading into the room, whoever had stormed in had probably not been able to see his prone form lying on the floor on the other side of the bed. He was more than likely safe for the time being, not that he really cared if he were killed or not. He was almost dead anyway.

The commotion lasted a few more minutes before the sounds of fighting finally stopped and despite himself, Yohji was curious to find out who had won. He could hear his father cursing through his panting breaths and he could hear a couple of voices he didn't recognize.

His eyes widened when he heard a man's voice inform his father that he was under arrest. Yohji would've laughed if he weren't dying.

"Fuck you!" he heard his father curse.

He could hear a policeman talking back, could hear the sounds of someone being dragged away, could hear the sounds of metal clicking in place, but the sounds were distorted somehow, ringing loudly in his ears. Everything was fading away again. He tried to blink to clear the edges of his vision but he just couldn't. He closed his eyes but not before he saw a shadow loom to his right.

"What the ..." Yohji heard a man say, the voice very near. "Holy shit ---- Shiro get over here!"

Yohji didn't dare open his eyes as footstep once again sounded off the floor.

"What is ---- Oh my God."

Cold fingers touched the side of his neck and Yohji shivered from the touch.

"He's alive. Quick Mase, get an ambulance over here."

"That's Ikari's kid, isn't it?" Yohji heard the other man ask, his voice a mixture of disbelief and horror.

"Dammit, Mase! Get the ambulance!"

Yohji heard the other man quickly run out of the room and aside from his shallow breathing, could hear nothing but silence. He was alone with the cop looming over him and despite himself, Yohji was afraid. Would this man hurt him too?

No, he told himself. He wasn't going to let anyone else hurt him. He wanted to die in peace. Just this once, he wanted peace.

Yohji reached within himself, trying to muster up what little remaining strength he possessed. His fists clenched weakly and he tried to move his arms. Pain once again made itself known as his body protested the strain he was putting on it.

"Don't move, kid. It's okay," Yohji heard the man say as a pair of large hands tried to keep him still. You're safe."

"No," he managed to whisper hoarsely as continued his feeble attempts to move. He knew better. It was just another lie.

"Kid, please. Trust me, alright? I'm a cop. I won't let anyone hurt you," the man pleaded with him.

The man sounded like he was telling the truth, but could Yohji trust him? Yohji stilled. Why did it matter? He asked himself. He was probably going to die anyway. His body was a temple of pain and he knew that the blood pooling into his mouth wasn't coming from his busted lip alone. He was hurt inside and it was bad. He knew the signs. He'd seen them before……when his mother had died.

Warmth suddenly surrounded him.

"Kid, open your eyes," the man said as he lightly slapped Yohji's cheek. "Come on, kid. Wake up."

He hadn't even realized that he still had his eyes closed. The voice was closer now and curiosity won over apprehension as Yohji's eyes slowly opened.

He blinked a few times before a pair of black eyes came into focus. On his knees in front of him, the man smiled and brushed away a stray lock of hair off of Yohji's face. A part of Yohji actually seemed to feel a small measure of comfort from that brief contact.

"That's it kid," the man said to him as he adjusted the blanket he'd placed over Yohji's naked form. "Just stay awake for me until the paramedics get here, okay?"

Yohji swallowed a few times before he finally managed to say, "Yohji."

The man's smile grew almost from ear to ear, relief evident in his dark eyes. "Okay, Yohji. Don't like me calling you kid, huh?"

Yohji just stared at the man.

"Okay. No problem. Yohji it is. So how old are you, Yohji?"

"Almost...twelve." he replied. Yohji could hear more sirens approaching and he closed his eyes too tired to keep them open. Maybe the man was telling the truth, he told himself. Maybe they were really going to help him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the cop's mumbling. Yohji opened his eyes once again and looked up at the husky man.

"I can't believe someone would do this to their own kid. Goddammit, I could kill that bastard," the man was saying to himself as he ran a hand through his spiky black hair and peered out of the window.

For some reason, hearing those words made Yohji want to cry. A lone tear streaked down his bloodied face even as a tired grin curved his battered lip. "Promise?" he asked the man, half of him knowing that the man couldn't possibly make such a promise and the other half of him wishing the man really could.

The man startled, looking over at Yohji with wide eyes.

For a moment, Yohji thought the cop wouldn't answer him, probably thinking the one worded question too bizarre to answer and then....

"I promise," the man replied, his voice determined and deadly serious. "I promise that if he ever comes near you again...I'll kill him." ]

"Yohji...Earth to Yohji……Hello."

Snapped out of his thoughts, Yohji blinked and turned his head to look over his shoulder. "What did you say?"

Ken shook his head and walked over to him. Yohji watched with confused eyes as the brunette reached out and took the watering can out of his hand.

"I think the flowers have enough water, Yohji." Ken looked down at Yohji's feet briefly and grinned. "And from the looks of it, so do you."

"Huh?" Yohji asked, completely lost.

Obviously trying not to laugh, Ken pointed down to Yohji's legs.

What the hell? Yohji frowned and looked down. His eyes widened at the sight of his soaked sneakers. "Shit!" he yelled at the top of his lungs a second later. "These are brand new. My dad's going to kill me!"

Yohji rushed past Ken and headed toward the back room, slipping and sliding across the floor along the way.

Hearing Ken's hysterical laughter behind him, Yohji jerked his hand up and 'flipped a bird' at the brunette. Ken only laughed harder.

Watching the comical scene from the other side of the room, Ran stood next to the register with a thoughtful frown on his handsome face. He had seen the blonde go ramrod still a few minutes ago and had seen the haunted look that had crossed Yohji's features.

A part of him screamed at him to mind his own business, to look the other way, to not wonder about what had put that troubled expression on the blonde's normally sardonic face, but the other part of him wouldn't let him. No matter how much he tried to make himself just brush away what he had just witnessed, Ran just couldn't do it. And he really wanted to kick himself in the ass for it. Dammit, I have enough problems to deal with. I don't need this shit.

But as his gaze shifted away from the back room and turned to the money he'd been counting on the counter, Ran knew that there was nothing he could do to stop his ever growing feelings for the blonde. Ran frowned as he began to count the money in his hand.

What was going on with him? He'd known Yohji for only two months. Why was he feeling this way toward the blonde? Ever since the first day when he'd seen Yohji walked through the shop's door, Ran had felt an unexplainable pull towards the blonde. The other teen's proximity hadn't helped him in the least. God, I even shared my notes with him.

What a mistake that had been. Even now, he still didn't know what had motivated him to do such a thing. Did he regret it? Yes ... and no.

That simple act of kindness had paved the way for others like it, leaving Ran in a no win situation. Yohji had responded with shock at first but then had gradually begun to open up to him leaving Ran little choice but to do the same. Not that he'd minded at the time. It had felt...nice to be able to talk to someone at long last.

And now, after weeks of training and working together, his feelings for Yohji had changed, had grown stronger. Now, a day wouldn't pass that he didn't find himself waiting for Yohji to arrive at the shop for his shift or hesitantly approaching the blonde so that he could share something he'd found interesting with him. Ran's eyes narrowed. A part of him still fighting against the revival of his heart and emotions.

Why had he allowed himself to get so attached? Why had he permitted his feelings to betray him this way? How could he have found comfort in the presence of another? How the hell had Yohji managed to slip through the tightly sealed barrier he kept around his heart in only two short months? How? He was even worrying about the blonde.

Ran cursed as he lost count……again because of his straying mind. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but his thoughts once again shifted to the blonde who was causing him so much confusion.

What was he going to do? He'd tried to repress his feelings, to purge his need for the blonde's company but he hadn't been able to keep up with the cold facade. He'd changed too much. And no matter how hard Ran tried, he couldn't change back to what he'd been -- An emotionless jerk hell bent on hating the world that had taken away from him the life he'd loved.

Ran stopped counting, dropping the bills back into the till. Frustrated and confused, he rested his elbows on the counter and ran both hands into his crimson hair, leaving them within the red strands as he pressed his forehead against his palms. You're in deep shit, aren't you Ran? Ran heard the sound of squeaking plastic against the floor and he turned around.

Yohji emerged from the back room, his sneakers squeaking loudly with his every step and smiled at Ran from across the room.

Ran shook his head at the blonde in exasperation, not smiling back and placed a hand over his hip. But as he watched Yohji walk across the room, coming toward him, that strange feeling he'd been fighting pulsed to life once again inside of him.

But this time, Ran realized in horror, he knew what it was.

I think I love him ... Goddammit!

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