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 / Violence / Explicit Language / Angst

Pairings: Schuldich x Yohji / Ran x Ken / Omi + Nagi / Jei + Aya

FYI: { Telepathic speech } - Inner thoughts -- [ Flashback ]

Author's Notes:

Hi everyone! Finally, Chapter 12 of CE has arrived! It sure took me long enough, didn't it? Sorry about that. In hopes of earning your forgiveness, I've come up with another angst-filled chapter, oozing with tension and despair. Woo hoo! I hope you guys like it.

Thanks to all who supported me throughout the hectic times I've been going through lately. Your support and encouragement have meant a great deal and have inspired me tremendously. Thank you so much for sticking with me.

Next up on the updates list ... Circle of Time. Look out for it!

Okay, enough with the sap. Enjoy the fic and please, don't forget to review!

Thanks,

Forsaken

Crimson Embrace

"Breathe! Damn you, breathe! Please, baby," Schuldich's voice broke on the last words; the fear of losing Yohji clutching at his heart even as he struggled to administer CPR to his lover's limp form.

His mind was in utter chaos now, no longer able to think or comprehend. His body on automatic, reacting on instinct. His every move, his every breath was being guided by his will alone, by his need to get Yohji to take air into his body.

This couldn't be happening, Schuldich thought as Yohji's body jerked with his every movement. Yohji couldn't be dying on him. Not now. Not after all they'd been through together. Not before he got the chance to make his confession. It wasn't fair. It's not fucking fair!

"You owe me, dammit!" he said suddenly in between breaths, his voice hoarse as he spoke up to the heavens, to a God who had left him long ago, abandoned and condemned to a life of misery. "You fucked me over too many times. Too many fucking times! You let me have a taste of happiness and then You fucking take it away whenever the fuck You please! First Bradley and now ----No! Dammit, no!" Schuldich spat defiantly, as he continued trying to jumpstart Yohji's heart. "You're not taking him from me," his voice rose in mindless anger. "He's mine. Only mine. You can't have him." Schuldich shook his head fervently. "You can't have him!"

But despite his adamant vow, the monitor next to him kept shrilling throughout the room, resounding along the walls, mocking Schuldich's efforts to save his lover. He wanted to ignore it, wanted to pretend it wasn't there telling him what he didn't want to accept, but he couldn't stop the piercing noise from echoing within his mind. And as it did so, Schuldich's heart began to break, to shatter into countless pieces, his hope dwindling with every passing second.

"Schu!" he heard a voice say as if from a distance, his mind still focused on what he was doing, unable to attach the voice to its owner.

"Schu!"

Panting and sweating, Schuldich blinked as he was pulled away abruptly from Yohji's body by unseen hands.

"What ... Let go!"

"I'll take over now, Schu," Bradley stated assuredly, as he and Sakura came to stand over Yohji's inert form. The brunette continued giving CPR in Schuldich's place as Sakura moved quickly and professionally to prepare a syringe she'd been carrying in her hand.

Schuldich tried to move against the force holding him still, his mind not yet able to comprehend that help had finally arrived and was panicking at not being able to draw himself near. "No, Yohji! He needs me! He ----"

"Schu!" Nagi yelled at him, stepping in his line of sight. "You've got to calm down now." Nagi placed a hand on either side of Schuldich's face, looking deeply into his panicked green eyes. "Sakura's trying to help Yohji. She's helping him, Schu. Understand? I need you to calm down."

Helping ... Ever so slowly, Schuldich's mind began to function once again, breaking free of the frenzied haze that had gripped him. His body began to relax against Nagi's hold as he stared into the younger man's cobalt blue eyes. He took a deep breath and nodded, calming himself enough to allow his mind to clear.

"I'm alright, Nagi," he replied, taking another breath, his control somewhat back in place. "I'm alright."

Nagi nodded in return, relief evident on his delicate features. The slender brunette released his power, letting Schuldich go. Evergreen eyes shifted back toward the scene playing out before them just as Sakura injected Yohji with whatever had been in the syringe ---- right into his chest in the vicinity of the heart.

Time stilled for Schuldich along with his heartbeat as he waited for something ---- for anything to happen. His eyes kept darting to the heart monitor still shrilling in the background and Schuldich willed for the incessant sound to once again prove to him that Yohji was still alive. Come on. Dammit, come on ... Just this once, don't fuck me over! Just this once!

But as he stood there waiting for Yohji to react to the medicine Sakura had administered, Schuldich could feel his soul slowly dying. He was getting cold ... numb and he didn't know if he could stop it from spreading, from reaching within him and stopping his own heart. If he dies ...

Yohji suddenly took a breath.

Blessed beeps could once again be heard on the heart monitor as the once flat line resumed its chaotic dance across the screen. Schuldich rushed over to Yohji's side, falling onto his knees next to the bed, feeling his heart begin anew its struggle to beat for the only one it existed for.

"Oh, thank you God," he heard Aya whisper from somewhere behind him, her presence having gone unnoticed before now.

Schuldich grabbed Yohji's cold hand and pressed it against his damp forehead, his eyes closed tightly as Sakura went through the process of ensuring that Yohji was indeed alright.

Thank you …… thank you, he whispered inwardly, his body visibly shaking despite his efforts to regain a semblance of his composure. For once, 'He' had come through for him. Schuldich felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to find Bradley's concerned amber-brown eyes upon him.

{ I'm alright, } he assured the older man telepathically, seeing the question in Bradley's gaze.

Bradley nodded. { If you need me, I'm here. } The older man backed away then, giving Schuldich the space he needed.

"He's stabalizing," Sakura suddenly stated, her tone hinting of surprise, as she looked at the printouts monitoring Yohji's vital signs. A confused frown marred her pretty face as she walked back toward Yohji and began examining the unconscious blonde yet again.

Worried beyond belief and still fearful for his lover's life, Schuldich waited anxiously for Sakura to finish, but after a few minutes, he lost the battle of patience.

{ Dammit, Sakura. Say something! } he projected, unable to stop himself from doing so. He was going mad with all of the waiting. He just wanted to know what was happening.

Sakura shook her head, not at all phased by Schuldich's mental demand, her eyes locked onto Yohji. "I don't ……" Sakura's voice trailed off as she suddenly closed her eyes and lifted her hands, allowing them to hover over Yohji's still form.

For several minutes, Schuldich and the others kept quiet, waiting anxiously for Sakura to speak. Finally, after an agonizing wait, Sakura turned to Schuldich, her eyes full of surprise and confusion.

"What, Sakura?" he asked, suddenly fearful of what the young woman was about to tell him. It was taking everything within him not to purge the information out of the brunette's mind himself.

As if sensing Schuldich's inner turmoil, Sakura walked over to where he was still kneeling on the floor and lowered herself until her eyes were level to his own.

"I don't know how this is happening, Schu, but," Sakura placed a hand on his shoulder, "he's stabilizing. His heart rate and blood pressure are almost at normal level and his brain patterns are showing more activity." Sakura looked into Schuldich's hopeful eyes and smiled. "I think he's going to make it, Schu. He's going to make it."

From the corner of his eye, he saw Aya turn into Jei's arms, her shoulders shaking as she quietly began to sob into her lover's chest. Schuldich felt himself begin to tremble, unable to stop the myriad of emotions that were washing over him.

Calm down. Just calm down, he told himself shakily. Where the hell is your control? You've got to hold it together. He looked into Yohji's pale face and swallowed the lump that had risen within in throat. He's going to be okay. Everything's going to be alright.

But somewhere within Schuldich's scattered mind, he knew that it wouldn't be that simple. Sakura had smiled at him when she'd told him Yohji would be alright. But the smile ... the smile hadn't reached her eyes. She was worried. He could feel the tension hovering around her, around the edges of her mind. She was unsure of something and wasn't willing to share as of yet.

Schuldich looked over at Sakura and gently entered her mind, mindful of tripping any of her warning bells as he did so. Guilt immediately assailed him however, shocking him into retreating from the petite's woman's mind. What the ... Fucking hell! I can't even ... Schuldich sighed. If I can't sneak in, I might as well knock.

{ Sakura ... }

Sakura blinked but gave no indication that the two of them were conversing even as she continued to speak to Bradley a few feet away. Not an easy thing to do, Schuldich knew.

{ What is it, Schu? }

{ I know there's more, } Schuldich told her, his own gaze roaming over his lover's pallid features. { I have the right to know what's going on, Sakura. What are you keeping from me? From them? }

Sakura's sigh echoed within his mind and his grip over Yohji's hand tightened slightly as he waited for her to answer.

{ I want to examine Yohji further, Schu, before I voice my suspicions. I don't want to alarm anyone needlessly until I am certain of the facts. Please understand that. }

Schuldich closed his eyes briefly, his heart and mind warring against one another as he tried to see the reasoning behind Sakura's words. Dammit ... She's right. Schuldich looked over to where Aya was leaning against Jei standing in between Ran and Ken's beds and then to where Nagi was sitting quietly next to Omi. They have enough problems as is. They don't need to start worrying even more. Schuldich shifted his gaze back onto Yohji. You wouldn't want them worrying about you anyway. Right Yotan?

{ Fine, } he conceded, projecting once again to Sakura. { But make it quick. I want to know if he's really going to be alright. No bullshitting, Sakura. Understand? }

{ I understand, Schu. Don't worry. As soon as I run a few more tests, we'll have a better idea of what's going on, } Sakura replied as she turned away from Bradley and walked over to one of the cabinets being used for storage.

I hope ...

The words hadn't been projected, hadn't been meant to be heard. Schuldich had inadvertently caught wind of them however and his fear remained strong and fierce within him, coursing through him, making him want to run and hide with Yohji safely in his arms. But he knew that he couldn't. Not as long as the Sodinu were allowed to exist. Schuldich's eyes narrowed as his thoughts shifted to the society responsible for Yohji's condition. Flashes of red crossed his mind as a memory once again came to haunt him.

He shuddered, his vengeful anger beginning to simmer as he recalled the horror that had washed over him when he'd walked into the apartment he shared with Yohji a few nights ago. He could still hear the crunching of glass beneath his feet as he walked across the bloodstained floors. There had been so much blood. The walls had been splattered with the crimson substance almost like red paint thrown on canvas, creating an abstract scene of violence and pain.

It was a sight he would never ever forget, a moment in his life that would be forever etched into his mind. Without conscious thought, Schuldich's eyes once again took on the dangerous light that at one time had made him into one of Weiß's greatest enemies, the Mastermind of Schwarz. Chiseled lips brushed gently across Yohji's limp hand as those hardened evergreen eyes grew determined and even deadlier.

No matter what came in the future, Schuldich was going to be there for his lover, to help him and protect him.

Don't worry, Yohji. I won't let them have you. I'll make them pay for what they did to you. Then it'll be their turn to bleed ... just before they die.

Black hair swirled uncontrollably under the assault of the chaotic winds now circling around the barely lit chamber. Eyes the color of onyx jewels glittered from a face made for pure seduction under the dancing light of the blue-yellow flame incased inside of the large altar before them.

Morta stood before the great flame, staring into its firey depths as she willed her anger to diminish. Losing her control would accomplish nothing, she told herself. She had to keep hold of the goal that served as her life's purpose. Nothing else mattered. Her Lord's release from the prison that held him was her only objective and now that the Chosen Ones had escaped, she had to find another way to fulfill what was required of her.

She knew for a fact that it would be near impossible now to retrieve 'all' of the Chosen Ones. Those known as Schwarz had effectedly held up against her minions, a clear indication of their extraordinary gifts. To further complicate things, once the former members of Weiß awakened, they too would be out of her reach. Their latent abilities would be powerful, no longer dormant but active and strong. Weiß would be yet another unstoppable force especially if they joined with the other four against her.

They had done so already, in a way, and it had been an unexpected developement. Knowing the history between the two groups, Morta had not been prepared for the unwavering bond that had somehow developed between them. How it could have been possible was beyond her comprehension. Two enemy forces that had at one point been on the verge of destroying one another had been ultimately destined to unite, to even form relationships based upon ... love.

Fools, she spat inwardly. Love would only beget them more pain. To be foolish enough to allow such an emotion to have so much control, to allow its manipulative ways to rule over ones will was utter stupidity. 'Love' would not save them from their fated destruction. Morta's eyes narrowed, her thoughts shifting back to the matter at hand.

Only two nights remained before the alignment between the Moon and the Earth occurred. The eclipse that would immediately follow would be the catalyst needed to open the gateway for her Lord to use in his coming. But an enormous power would be required in order to ensure that the opening would stay intact as long as it was necessary. The Chosen ones, of this city in particular, would have been the source of that power; their combined energies having provided an unsurpassable supply.

That option was no longer available to her, however and anger once again had Morta's slender hands clenching into fists. Because of the stupidity of those who had been entrusted with the retrieval of the Chosen Ones, she had lost the opportunity to be there for their 'awakening'; a crucial moment that would've allowed her to scale and manipulate the power coursing through them.

Morta took in a deep breath, her anger once again abating. It doesn't matter, she told herself. She may not be there to see just how strong the four would be become, but she already knew which one among them would be the most powerful. At first, she had thought that Bradley Crawford was the one fated to unseal the catastrophic events to come; such a resolve having lead to the Seer's abduction four years prior. But as she had discovered just until recently and quite unexpectedly, it was not the one named the Oracle who would pave the way for her Master's arrival.

It would be another.

Morta once again stared deeply into the flaming altar, her dark gaze catching sight of the charred remains of the ones that had at one time been named 'Elder'. A smile curved her blood red lips.

I only need the one. ''He' alone will be the key.

Yohji gasped in pain, his body arching from the agonizing assault as red sparks blinded him, flashing before his eyes unmercifully, forcing him to close the jade orbs once again. Fire rushed through his veins in painful waves and Yohji fought the urge to cry out. Thankfully however, after a few tortuous moments, the feeling abated, leaving him almost numb. Questions swirled within his dazed mind.

Why was he in this crimson limbo, unable to move or see past the red curtain surrounding him? Was he even breathing? Was he alive? What was happening to him?

He was changing. He could feel the difference inside of him. With every breath he took, Yohji could feel the liquid that had invaded his once protective circle seeping into him, into his very core. And he was afraid.

Schu ... He wanted to find him. Wanted to feel safe again within his lover's embrace. But he just couldn't find the strength to move, to find the light that had eluded him.

The light ---- It was the only way out. Yohji couldn't fathom how he knew that to be true. But somehow, he could just sense it for what it was. His pathway to freedom. Unfortunately, he hadn't seen the illuminant waves since he'd regained consciousness just moments ago. Shit, you've gotta open your eyes, Kudou. Even if it hurts like hell. You have to see what the fuck is going on.

Knowing what he had to do, although reluctant, Yohji opened eyes slowly. Pain prickled along the back of his eyes like a never-ending barrage of needles, but he pushed aside. He blinked rapidly, forcing his vision to clear. His green eyes widened at the sight before him.

Folds upon folds of red were enlaced tightly around the transparent circle he was in and he could see, despite the clear red liquid now inside its confines, that some areas of the barrier had been breached by what appeared to be numerous thin red strands. Of what, he didn't know. Yohji's gaze followed the path of the strange strands penetrating the bubble and gasped in horror. Oh, shit!

The strands were embedded into his arms and legs, wrapped along his skin like pulsating veins. Panic swept through him at the gruesome discovery and Yohji tried to move, to rip his body away from the deformed manacles that were holding him within their grasp. But his struggles ceased as soon as they had begun.

Agony cut through him with each rebellious movement, sending him into a world of torture once again. Yohji let out a silent scream as sizzling heat coursed through him, burning him from the inside out and his body trembled from the onslaught, his hands clenching in reaction to the pain now ruling him.

What may have been mere seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity as Yohji willed the pain to diminish, to fall back under his control, allowing him to taste even the smallest reprieve. God ... What could he do? He just wanted to close his eyes and find these 'things' gone when he reopened them.

But Yohji knew that it wouldn't be that simple. He could feel 'them' now, feel the strands moving just underneath his skin, running throughout his body. 'They' were a part of him somehow. What the fuck is this? he asked himself desperately.

His surroundings suddenly began to brighten and Yohji's head snapped up, feeling the aura of light washing over him. Waves of white began to push through the scarlet folds surrounding him, moving quickly toward him and Yohji tried to move his arms, to reach out to the ray of hope that was now so very near. Come on, dammit. Don't fuck up this time. Reach, goddammit! Reach!

The cocoon that held him began to waver; it's circular form bending and twisting as the light approached it. Yohji willed his arm to move despite the unwillingness of his body and was able to get his hand to burst through the surprisingly thin layer that was encasing him. In an instant, the red strands attached to him began to pull him back and Yohji hissed in pain, feeling as if he were being ripped apart limb by limb.

No! Ignore it. You've got to make it. You can do this, Kudou. It's the only way out. God, but it was hard. Agony was piercing his insides, making him want to vomit violently, to curl up in a ball and just wait to die. He was shaking from the effort of trying to free himself, from the endless hurt trying to envelop him.

But despite it all, Yohji kept pushing forward, his face set in a mixture of pain and determination. Whatever was trying to keep him entombed in this prison wasn't going to overcome his will. And so, gritting his teeth, Yohji closed his eyes and put all of his remaining strength into a final lunge, hoping to God that it would be enough.

An indescribable warmth enveloped his hand as he did so and Yohji could feel it traveling along his trembling arm, rushing through him until his lanky body was amazingly purged of the fire that had been all but eating him alive. He felt blessedly numb yet at the same time surprisingly warm, almost as if the wondrous light above him was embracing him.

Eyes still closed, Yohji let himself drift, unmoving, unresisting as he felt his surroundings begin to shift and the strands losen their hold. All of a sudden, he was being rushed forward, whisked away from the barrier that had housed him in absolute torment; the oppressing feel of it gone from within him.

At one point, he wanted to open his eyes just to see what was happening, to see if the strands that had molded themselves to him were in fact gone. But Yohji's eyes remained closed. As long as the pain had ceased to strangle him, Yohji really didn't care to know what lay ahead of him. He just wanted to be free.

The light intensified and Yohji turned his head away, wincing in reaction. He could feel himself moving faster and faster through the folds until; the light becoming almost unbearable and Yohji prayed for it all to end.

Unable to resist the urge, Yohji opened his eyes. White engulfed his vision and Yohji could do nothing but gasp as he was hurled into the depths of nothingness.

Alarms once again reverberated along the walls of the room and Schuldich jumped up from the seat he'd been sitting at for the past two hours.

"What the hell!" he exclaimed, his gaze shifting from monitor to monitor as the lines on the four dark screens moved wildly across them.

All of a sudden, all four of the unconscious Weiß members began to show signs of life; their once unmoving bodies now arching off of the beds that held them. Schuldich bent over Yohji in an instant, trying to hold the blonde down with his trembling hands as he called out for help.

"Sakura ---- Anyone! Help me! Goddammit, someone help me!"

Fear spread through Schuldich, gripping his heart in a tight vise as he helplessly watched his lover's form twist in obvious agony. Oh, God ... I don't know what to do ---- Where the fuck is everyone?

As if hearing his unspoken thought, Sakura and the others rushed into the room. Jei, in an instant, was by Ran's side, holding the redhead's thrashing body down, while Aya tried to do the same for Ken.

"What happened?" asked Sakura, as she raced over to help Aya.

"I have no fucking idea," he replied anxiously. "I was sitting here and then everything just went fucking crazy!"

He knew he was yelling, shouting really, but he couldn't help himself. He was scared shitless and he didn't know how else to handle it. Getting angry was his only way of dealing with the nightmare unfolding around him.

"What's happening to them?" asked Nagi, his voice panicked and full of fear as he attempted to hold Omi down. "Why are they in pain?"

"Look at these readings," Sakura stated, her wide eyes transfixed on the white sheets in her hands, completely awed by what she was seeing. Bradley had come up behind the two women and had taken over in keeping Ken's body under control, leaving the young doctor free to go over the printouts from the monitors already accumulating on the floor.

"What?" Schuldich demanded, looking over at Sakura with wild eyes. "What the fuck is ----"

Yohji abruptly stilled, his body going completely limp beneath Schuldich's hands, interrupting the telepath's tirade. Schuldich snapped his gaze back onto his lover and gasped at the sight of the solid green eyes now staring up at the ceiling.

Utterly shocked, all Schuldich could manage to say was, "Yohji?"

"They're waking up," he heard Sakura say from a distance, as everything inside of him locked onto Yohji and those alien eyes.

{ Schu? }

Schuldich's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at familiar the mental call. { Yohji! Can you hear me, love? }

{ Yes ... Where am I? I can't see you. }

Schuldich's brow furrowed in question, his eyes narrowing as they peered into Yohji's eerie eyes. Can't see me?

{ It hurts, Schu. } he heard Yohji say weakly within his mind.

{ I know, Yohji, but ... come back to us ... to me. Please, Yohji. }

{ The light ... }

{ What? }

{ The light doesn't let me see. I can't see where I'm going.}

Schuldich's heart skipped a beat. The light? Was Yohji referring to 'the' light, the one that supposedly lead the souls of the dead up into heaven? Shit!

{ Brad! }

Schuldich could sense the flicker of surprise that flashed within the precog's mind before Bradley effectively strengthened his shields.

{ You need me? } Bradley replied, his tone calm.

{ I don't know what to do. Yohji's saying that he's within a light and ---- }

{ You can hear him? } Bradley asked in definite surprise this time around.

{Yes, and he's telling me that he's inside of a light. Do you think it's the 'Welcome to Heaven' kind of light? } Schuldich asked, his tone ridden with panic.

{ I don't think so. I think it's his way out. }

His way out? { How can you be sure? } Schuldich would be damned before he took unnecessary chances with his lover's life.

{ Look around you, Schu. The four of them are reacting to something. Perhaps the other three are experiencing the same thing Kudou is. They may even be connected to one another somehow. Tell him to embrace the light. Not to fight it. It's probably the only way to get them back. }

Schuldich looked down at his lover, confusion and doubt plain to see in his handsome face. Should he do as Bradley suggested? Was he willing to chance Yohji's life on a mere theory? Shit, do I have even have a choice?

Schuldich closed his eyes. { Yohji? Can you hear me? }

{ Yes ... } Yohji responded, his voice sounding distant and strained.

{ Let the light guide you. Don't fight it. Just let it lead you. }

{ It ... It's the way out. I know it is but ... something's holding me back. I don't know what. I'm just ... floating here and it hurts. The light's too bright ... It burns ... }

Yohji's voice was beginning to fade but Schuldich used their link to keep a firm hold over it. { Listen to my voice, Yohji, } he told Yohji urgently. Eyes still closed, Schuldich bent down until his forehead was resting over Yohji's, his hand gently caressing the blonde's cheek. { Feel me. Feel my presence. Follow my trail, Yotan. Follow it back to me. }

The bond that had forged between them throughout the years, a bond that Schuldich now knew could only be as strong as it was because of the love that he and Yohji shared for one another, was once again thriving between them, helping Schuldich in his quest to bring his lover back to him. He didn't know what he was doing, didn't know whether his words were right, but Schuldich kept chanting them into Yohji's psyche, using the thread that bound them together with all of his power, his will, with the very essence of his soul.

How long he stood there, bent over Yohji's body, pouring his energy into the link that connected them, Schuldich would never know for time had ceased to exist around him, his entire being focused on the man who held his heart. I'm not going to lose you. I won't let you go.

Then, like a wall coming down to crash between them, the link with Yohji was abruptly severed and Schuldich gasped, stumbling back a few steps, his hand reaching to the bed in order to steady himself. Reeling from what had just happened, Schuldich hovered over Yohji, calling out his name, his voice quaking from the stark terror coursing through him.

"Yohji? Yohji?"

His lover blinked at the sound of his voice and Schuldich watched in stunned fascination as the jade light that had engulfed the blonde's eyes diminished. Yohji's normal ... human eyes, blinked once again before they shifted to focus on him.

Schuldich's surroundings faded away even as cries of joy could be heard from behind him, echoing the elation coursing through him; the monitors no longer resounding wildly in the room. His emotions were running high within him, consuming his every thought, pushing aside his fears and his questions, making him forget what he'd seen but a moment ago. All he cared about was the fact that he was once again looking into the emerald depths of Yohji's eyes.

"Hey," said Yohji, his hoarse voice a mere whisper in the air.

His heart nearly shattering with joy, Schuldich reached over and placed a gentle hand over his beloved's face. He swallowed past the lump choking him and whispered back, "Hey." He smiled and added, "You look like shit."

Yohji grinned in response and lifted a shaky hand slightly off of the bed. Schuldich's smile widened as Yohji flipped him the bird. He chuckled and lowered his lips onto Yohji's, his heart near bursting as he felt Yohji's warmth surrounding him once again.

Would everything be alright? Schuldich didn't know. But as Yohji's lips molded against his own, Schuldich knew only one thing for sure.

We'll be together, he swore to himself, as a rebellious tear trailed down his cheek. Even if he had to kill every member of the Sodinu to ensure that it would be so.

Laughter, full of malicious satisfaction, echoed throughout the otherwise quiet chamber as midnight eyes were transfixed on the image shimmering just above the great altar burning with a blue-yellow flame. With a grin curving her lips, Morta watched in baleful mirth the awakening of the Chosen Ones.

"He has awakened, my Lord. Your deliverer has been born."

A cold whisper danced along the recesses of her mind and Morta shivered, her nipples hardening beneath her red robe, her entire body responding to the presence now within her.

... Bring him to me, Morta ... I crave his essence ...

"Yes, Lord," Morta gasped, riding the perverse pleasure washing over her. She opened her eyes and focused her gaze back onto the image before her, on the object of her master's desire.

"He will soon be yours."

To be continued ...

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