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: NC-17 / Lemon Yaoi / NCS / Violence / Explicit Language

Pairings: Aya + Yohji / Schuldich x Yohji / Ken + Omi / Bradley x Nagi

Synopsis:

Aya ends his relationship with Yohji making a now vulnerable Yohji an easy target for Schuldich. When Aya finally realizes his mistake, will he be able to save Yohji from Schwarz's Mastermind?

FYI: { Telepathic speech } -- Inner thoughts

Author's note:

Weiß Kreuz is my favorite bishounen anime. Because of this, I chose to write my very first fanfic based on this series. My favorite couple is Aya and Yohji and this fic and any future fics will more than likely revolve around this pairing. Second favorite pairing? Schuldich and Yohji. Yup, throwing Schu into the mix causes such delicious havoc. I absolutely love him. So be warned, he'll be showing up once in a while to make the tension all the more intense. In regards to my fic's time frame, I've decided to fast-forward things a little, I'd say about three years after the anime series ended. Our Weiß and Schwarz hunks are a few years older so try to remember that as you read through the chapters.

I'd appreciate any comments and/or reviews, so please feel free to let me know what you think.

Well, here's the first chapter to my fic titled THE HUNTED. Thanks so much and enjoy.

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The Hunted Part 1

Yohji awoke with a start. Gasping for breath, he sat up and looked around his dark room scanning for any kind of movement. Nothing. He sighed and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He was really getting tired of waking up like this. Yohji knew from experience that he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep so he untangled himself from his sheets and got out of bed. Naked and definitely unhappy, he walked into the bathroom.

Without turning on the lights, he turned on the faucet and splashed cold water onto his face. Eyes closed, face-dripping wet, he reached over for a towel but couldn't seem to find it. He groaned inwardly before switching on the lights. He winced slightly as his eyes adjusted to the bright light. He took a quick look and spotted the blue towel on the floor. Yohji picked it up and started to dry off his face but stopped in mid-motion when he caught his reflection on the mirror. He put the towel down slowly onto the sink and just stared.

He looked horrible. Honey-blonde hair fell flat and dull against his thin face and dark circles marred the pale skin under his emerald green eyes making them look bruised and tired. Actually, horrible was putting it mildly. Yeah, he knew he'd gotten a bit thinner so much so that his once tight fitting clothes were getting a bit too big for him, but he really hadn't thought that he looked this bad. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed how much sooner. Everyone else must have noticed by now as well. Shit!

Disgusted with himself, Yohji shut off the lights and finished drying his face in the dark. When he was done, he threw the damp towel back on the floor and left the bathroom. He looked over to his bed and wished he could lie down and just fall back to sleep. It used to be so easy. Funny, how things change, huh, Kudou.

Yohji could remember a time when he was so exhausted that he could do nothing but go to sleep. Unwanted images of a sleeping Aya flashed through his mind. Dammit! You can't keep doing this to yourself, Kudou! It's over!

Angry with himself for allowing memories to overwhelm again, Yohji walked over to the closet. Shoulders set, he yanked out clothes to wear not really caring how he looked. He dressed himself quickly determined to get downstairs and into the flower shop. He was going to keep himself busy no matter what. No more thoughts of Aya for him today. When he was finished, he glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand not shocked but certainly pissed to see that it was only six in the morning. Fourth time this week, too. God, Kudou, you really suck.

He had to stop this insanity. Somehow, he had to find a way to get some sleep before he would truly go nuts. Of course, maybe he already was. He was getting up at the crack of dawn for goodness sake. He was even going into work early like a responsible and efficient person. Nuts, nuts, nuts.

Yohji was still ranting at himself, when an agonizing pain lanced through his head just as he reached the door. The room took a sudden spin and the next thing he knew he was sprawled face up on the floor.

He lay there for a few seconds dazed and confused not really understanding what had just happened. The pain in his head was too much. He couldn't form a coherent thought let alone move. Shit, you just can't stay on the floor. Gotta get up, Kudou.

A minute or two passed before his body responded to his brain's commands. Yohji made himself sit up slowly. He did his best to ignore the wave of nausea the movement was causing but he kept going. Temples pounding, he braced himself up against the door. The room took another spin and he had to close his eyes to make it stop.

The pain in his head intensified wrenching a moan from him. Yohji cradled his head with his hands and rested his elbows on his drawn up knees. Applying pressure with his fingers, he massaged his temples trying to relieve some of the pain. Another wave of nausea hit him and he prayed he wouldn't throw up all over himself.

A few more minutes passed and the pain suddenly subsided. Grateful to the heavens, Yohji opened his eyes and straightened against the door. He ran a shaky hand through his sweat-dampened hair before running it down his face. The pain might have subsided but he felt sick to his stomach. Shit. I need this like a hole in the head. Come on, Kudou, get up. He took a deep breath and made an attempt to stand ignoring his protesting stomach. No good, dammit. I can't……

His weak legs refused to hold up his weight and he slumped back down to the floor. He sat there panting and unmoving too exhausted to make a second attempt. He let his shaky arms fall to his sides and rested his aching head on his quivering knees. A few minutes, Yohji thought, that's all he needed. You are such a bullshitter, Kudou. Who are you trying to fool? Something is wrong with you.

The headaches were becoming more intense and frequent. They were no longer the dull and annoying aches that had come to plague him over a month ago. Worst of all, they had progressed even further now. No longer limited to just causing intense pain.

It scared him to remember how he would wake up to find himself in a chair he didn't remember getting into or how he would suddenly find himself sprawled on his bed in the middle of the day. And just two days ago, he had opened his eyes only to find himself lying flat on his back on the living room floor. He had somehow managed to drag himself up the stairs and into his room where he'd stayed for another three hours passed out again.

Thankfully, no one had been home at the time to witness his incident. He hadn't told anyone about the headaches or of the blackouts. Whether it was pride, fear, denial or a combination of the three that kept him silent, he hadn't been able to confide in his friends. But now as he felt himself losing control of his body, he realized that none of it mattered. He had to tell someone or at least find out what was causing the headaches. The possibility of passing out during a mission and placing his friends in danger was enough to scare him shitless. It was a risk he couldn't take.

Yohji hugged his knees and looked up to the ceiling feeling lost and alone. He was scared and confused and needed to talk to someone. I wish I could talk to you, Aya. But even as the silent plea echoed in his tired mind, Yohji knew it was impossible. Their relationship and it seemed even their friendship was over. Aya had made that quite clear to him over the past two months. Knowing Aya wouldn't change his mind, he had moved on as best as he had been able.

Their breakup had been one of the reasons why he'd emerged himself so completely into his work. It hadn't mattered whether he was on a mission or working on a flower arrangement in the shop, he had kept himself busy. He'd learned to focus his thoughts solely on the task at hand and to work along side Aya as he would Omi and Ken.

It hadn't been easy. Working with Aya, living in the same home with him, seeing him constantly. It had all taken its toll on him. He was lonely and sad without Aya. Missing him despite his resolve not too. But he was dealing with it. He had his pride after all. Besides, he had Omi and Ken to keep him company.

A small grin momentarily replaced his pained frown at the thought of Omi and Ken. The new and improved Yohji was freaking the shit out of his two best friends. They didn't know whether to protest or applaud the sudden change in him. Their reaction to his new responsible ways was enough to cheer him up on his worst day.

They really were a great pair of guys. He remembered fondly of how supportive they had been after the breakup. They had been aware of his relationship with Aya all along even though he and Aya had tried to keep it a secret. More for Aya's peace of mind than his own. He never really understood what had been the big deal; after all, Omi and Ken were a couple too.

The easy grin that had been playing on Yohji's lips died as he thought of Aya. Whether the stoic redhead had noticed how different he'd become, he didn't know. No one ever knew what was going on in the guy's mind, least of all him.

At one time, he could have sworn he'd known Aya's heart and mind. Yohji had made it his business to find out whatever he could about the man he'd fallen in love with. Aya hadn't been the most cooperative lover, but he had thought he'd figure him out just the same. After all, they had been lovers for more than a year and friends for almost five. What a mistake that had been, huh, Kudou?

Pain of a different kind coursed through Yohji now as he remembered that night two months ago when Aya had shattered his world. He could still clearly remember how Aya had stormed into his room hell bent on ending what they had shared. It had been the worst day of his life. Even the pain of losing Asuka couldn't compare to the now familiar pain that constantly lingered inside of him.

It was a pain that could eat away at him if he let it. He battled against it daily. He even tried to ignore it. Tried to forget the past. But Aya's cold eyes wouldn't let him forget. Those beautiful violet eyes that had in the past looked at him with passion now served only to remind Yohji of how he was no longer wanted and of how he had never been loved.

His only defense against such pain was to allow the new Yohji to take control. He would hide his turbulent emotions behind a mask of cheerfulness that could rival even Aya's mask of indifference. It was a shallow and tiring defense, however, against a pain that was embedded too deeply within him.

A sound coming from downstairs intruded on his thoughts and Yohji blinked back to reality. Shit, Kudou. You can't let yourself get depressed like this, idiot. You have things to do places to go and people to see. And you're feeling better too. Yohji shifted his behind a little before continuing his thoughts. Besides, your ass is getting friggin sore from being on the damn floor for so long.

He looked up at the door and grabbed the doorknob hoping to use it for support. Okay. Cheer up and stop thinking about the damn past. It's time to get your lazy ass up and on your feet.

Yohji took a deep breath and made himself move. Ever so slowly, he pushed himself up keeping his hands on the door just in case he got dizzy again. Finally standing, Yohji leaned against the door, hand still on the knob, and stood there for a few seconds making sure he wouldn't fall flat on his face once he let go. Satisfied that he was okay enough to move, he opened the door and headed slowly out of his room and into the hallway.

He was careful going down the stairs. He still had a minor headache, was still a little unsteady on his feet and his stomach still felt like shit. When he managed to reach the bottom of the stairs without busting his ass or throwing up, Yohji once again thanked the heavens.

"What happened?"

"I almost had him, but he's strong. It's gonna take some time."

"He must be strong if it's taking you this long."

"Don't worry. He's getting weaker. I'll get him."

There was a moment of silence.

"You'd better, Schuldich. Failure will not be tolerated."

Schuldich's hardened evergreen eyes watched Crawford as the man left the room without saying another word. "Fucking prick." He muttered before he stood up from where he'd been sitting on the couch. He walked over to the largest window in the room and looked out. He was too mad to enjoy the view so he shifted his gaze up to the hideously blue sky. He was tired and he was angry. Actually, he was fucking pissed. Cold fury was plain too see on his handsome features as his hands balled into fists ready to strike.

It was bad enough that he'd underestimated Kudou, who was turning out to be a major pain in his ass, but he'd allowed Crawford to get under his skin yet again. The man could always manage to piss him off. It never took much. A word, a look and BOOM! He'd get so mad that he'd feel like killing someone. He usually did, but he was too tired right now to even think of finding a new toy to vent his anger on. The fact that he was attracted to the self-absorbed emotionless bastard made him even angrier. He was a sadist to a fault. A couple of good fucks and he'd gotten hooked. He was acting like the slut he was known to be.

Frustrated, Schuldich was about to bury his hands into his flame colored hair but thought better of it. The last thing he needed was to yank out his own hair so he placed his hands on the windowsill instead. He looked out of the window this time paying attention to the view and took in the ever busy and congested streets. Barely a half-hour after dawn and already swarms of people seemed to fill up every corner.

The wicked smile he was so famous for resurfaced as Schuldich contemplated on how vulnerable they all really were. Unsuspecting and totally engrossed in their daily routine and mundane lives, each person could easily fall under his control. Each person could be easily broken. Each person could be easily destroyed.

Feeling his confidence returning along with his joy for the hunt, Schuldich's smile widened. He wasn't going to fail. Crawford was expecting it, he could tell. Had he had a vision? It was a possibility. He really didn't care. His excitement was building again. He was going to have some fun. He was going to break the Weiß bastard. Yes, Yohji Kudou, I will break you. You will be mine soon, little kitty. Very soon.

Yohji was feeling more in control of himself by the time he entered the kitchen. He found Omi and Ken sitting at the table eating their breakfast and almost laughed at their twin expressions of shock.

"Morning." He said cheerfully as he walked over to the fridge to get some milk.

"Yohji? It's only six in the morning. What are you doing up so early?"

"Yeah, didn't you go out last night?"

"Nah, I decided to sleep in and get a good night's sleep. So when I woke up, I woke up. No big deal."

Omi and Ken shared a brief look of total bafflement before they turned their attention back on to their breakfast.

Yohji smiled as he walked past the table to the cabinets with a gallon of milk in hand. He wasn't really hungry but he knew he had to eat or his two already freaked out buddies were going to have a cow. Besides, maybe eating something would help settle his stomach. He was about to grab a bowl when Aya walked into the kitchen.

"Good Morning." Aya said to no one in particular. His voice was, as usual, quiet and reserved.

Yohji felt himself tense up and willed himself to relax. He was not about to let Aya know that he was affected in anyway by his presence. He heard Omi and Ken greet Aya and without looking at Aya, Yohji gave a quick greeting as well. He turned back to the cabinet and grabbed the bowl he'd been reaching for. He prepared his cereal with no real desire to eat it and moved to sit at the table.

Yohji froze when he met Aya's gaze from across the room. He could have sworn that time had stopped. Nothing moved. No one spoke.

He couldn't tear his gaze away from those eyes and for a moment, Yohji lost himself in them. He saw something flicker in their deep violet depths before they turned cold and allusive. Once again, those cold eyes served to remind him of his past mistake and he quickly broke free from the spell Aya's eyes had casted. Time resumed.

Yohji sat down next to Ken and pretended to listen in on the conversation he and Omi were having. From the corner of his eye, he watched Aya prepare a similar breakfast to his own. Catching himself, Yohji turned his attention back to his two friends who had now settled into a nice argument over today's shifts.

"No way! I am not doing a double shift today and that's that."

"But Keeeennn……I have too much to do today in school. By the time I get home, I'm going to be dead on my feet!"

"Dammit, Omi! Don't you give me that puppy-eyed look of yours. I worked TWO double shifts this week already and I'm fucking tired. I'm not going to do it so stop asking."

Omi, in full pout mode, was about to plead again when Yohji spoke up. "I'll do your shift today, Omi."

Shocked but pleased, Omi smiled the smile of smiles. "Really? Thanks, Yohji. I really appreciate it. YOU, at least, are a true friend."

Omi gave Ken a telling look before smiling back at Yohji. Ken rolled his eyes and looked at Yohji with a frown.

"You know, this is too damn weird, man."

Slightly offended by Ken's obvious amazement over his generosity and in the mood for one of their customary fights, Yohji narrowed his green eyes menacingly before asking, "And what do you mean by that jerk-off?"

Rankled by the insult, Ken narrowed his angry eyes right back and leaned slightly forward.

"Just what I said, asshole. Too fucking weird."

"Fuck you, Ken!"

"Yeah? Kiss my fucking ass, Yohji!"

The argument escalated as it always did between the two of them. Omi just sighed as he looked at them with that here-we-go-again look and Aya just stood there as stoic as ever eating his breakfast by the kitchen sink.

It was the start of another fine morning.

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