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

FYI: { Telepathic speech } -- Inner thoughts

Author's note:

Yes! Here's chapter seven! Oh boy, more angst to look forward to in this one. I hope you like it.

Thanks,

Forsaken

The Hunted Part 7

"Dammit!" Aya nearly shouted the expletive as he stalked into the kitchen anger radiating from his tense form. What the hell is the matter with me? He'd spent hours worrying over the blonde despite his determination not to only to act like a complete asshole when Yohji had finally come home. I just make no damn sense.

Aya ran a pale hand through his scarlet colored hair and stopped pacing around the kitchen. Dejected and frustrated with himself, he angrily pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. Legs spread apart, arms stretched across the table, hands fisted side by side, Aya sat staring at the wall in front of him.

Violet eyes narrowed as the scene from moments before replayed itself in Aya's mind. He winced at his own stupidity and shoved a hand into his hair leaving it there so that he could rest his head slightly on it. Unconsciously his fingers began to rub at his scalp in small circular motions as Aya berated himself for being such a bastard. Gods, he was pissed at himself. His behavior had been totally uncalled for. But what made him even angrier was the reason behind his actions.

I was jealous.

Aya sighed and lowered his hand back onto the table. No matter how hard he'd tried, he hadn't been able to stop the feelings he had for Yohji from whirling around out of control inside of him. Like a fool, he'd thought that the distance he'd put between them would've eventually helped to erase the chaos surrounding his heart. It hadn't though and now he was going to have to deal with his lack of intelligence the hard way.

Aya leaned back into the chair and stared up at the ceiling fan above him. He had to stop being an idiot and face the facts. He was in love with Yohji. Why hadn't he just accepted that? Why had he acted like a self-absorbed prick by running away from his feelings not caring who he was leaving behind in the process? Instead of embracing the love he'd found with Yohji, he'd let the best thing that had ever happened to him since his sister's awakening to slip right through his fingers.

"Shit," Aya cursed as he ran his hands through his hair causing the red locks to spike in different directions. He'd let go of Yohji and now he was sitting here sulking, sulking over the fact that Yohji had apparently spent the night with someone else.

Well, what did you expect, you ass? For him to wait around for you forever. He'd let Yohji go, thrown their relationship away. Yohji had every right to move on. What right did he have to be jealous? None, goddammit. He'd given up his rights the instant he'd cut Yohji out of his life.

I know that. I do. But when Yohji had walked in looking like he'd been recently tumbled, a rage Aya hadn't felt in a long time had consumed him until he'd just snapped. And I ripped Yohji a new asshole.

Aya covered his face with his hands in frustration and groaned. Why had he let himself blow up that way? If Yohji hadn't grown to hate him since their breakup then surely the blonde hated him now. Aya uncovered his face and once again shoved his hands into his mussed hair. Thoughts, questions, foreign emotions all whirled inside of him like a savage storm and Aya wanted to scream.

It had been this inner turmoil that had frightened Aya nearly out of his skin a few months ago. Feelings, emotions. He had buried them all deep within his heart long ago. It had been the only way he could find to help him cope with the life fate had chosen for him. How else could he have survived being an assassin for so long? He brought death to others. He was a soul taker. Why should he deserve to have a soul in return? To feel joy and love? And because he had truly believed that he deserved no happiness, he'd cut himself off from the world of the living. So much so that even his sister hadn't been able to melt the ice he'd placed so securely around his heart.

But with Yohji, things had begun to change in him. For years, he'd tried to suppress the urges the blonde had invoked in him by keeping himself at a distance. But his desires had overruled his logic and he'd eventually given in to his needs claiming the blonde for his own. And in the instant he'd allowed Yohji to become more than a mere friend his world had spun out of control.

Aya slammed his hands on the table as anger and despair warred inside of him.

His connection to Yohji had caused more that the reawakening of emotions inside of him. Memories of his life before Weiß when his innocence had yet to be shattered by the manipulative hand of fate had resurfaced as well. And the gut-wrenching pain of lost hope had been too much for Aya to bear sending him into a tailspin he couldn't control, couldn't stop. The emotional strain had left him once again vulnerable and scared and Aya hadn't known how to handle the sudden unbalance.

Gods, I should've just talked to him. But instead of talking to his lover about his emotional problems, Aya had lashed out and blamed his dilemma on his only outlet -- Yohji. It had been the biggest mistake of his life.

What have I done? How the hell did I manage to fuck things up so badly? Aya crossed his arms on top of the table and rested his forehead on them. How am I going to get him to forgive me? Aya curved his arms over his head letting his head drop onto the tabletop.

How am I ever going to convince him to take me back?

BEEP BEEP BEEP

A smooth brow furrowed as the insidious sound of the alarm clock echoed in a befuddled mind.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

A slender hand lifted and aimed unsteadily for the alarm clock's snooze button. Aimed and missed.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Another aim. Another miss. Shit!

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Alright, goddammit! I'm up already!" Yohji yelled at the evil mechanism. Angrily, he sat up and hit the snooze button.

Yohji rubbed his tired eyes and cursed again when he realized that he wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep. He reached over to right again and switched the alarm off. "Fucking clock," Yohji mumbled as he threw aside the covers and moved to get out of bed. He gasped in surprise as the sudden movement sent a wave of spiking pain up his spine.

"Damn," Yohji whispered as he held himself perfectly still waiting for the pain to subside. The aches and pains from last night were a real bitch this morning. He was going to have to take it easy today. Reminded of last night, Yohji looked down at his wrist and winced when he saw how vivid the bruises on his skin had become. Shit, I can't go downstairs showing this off.

Mindful of his sore behind, Yohji slid out of bed slowly and walked stiffly into the bathroom. He ran a hand through his tangled hair and looked over to the mirror. "Man, I look like shit," he said as frowned at his reflection. He really did look awful with those dark patches under his eyes and that pale sickly complexion.

Yohji looked away from his reflection. Needing to rid himself of the nasty taste in his mouth, Yohji reached over and turned on the faucet so that he could brush his teeth. But as the water ran in a long steady flow from the faucet, all Yohji could do was stare at the liquid as it swirled down the drain, his thoughts growing distant and confused. Last nights events were quickly resurfacing in his mind and Yohji's gut clenched as the doubts and questions once again whirled inside of him.

Yohji hunched over and rested his elbows on the edge of the sink. He buried his hands into his hair and cradled his aching head.

He felt so strange, so lost. Yohji knew that something had happened to him yesterday. But for the life of him, he just couldn't remember anything and it scared him. It was obvious that his body had been misused. By whom? Why? He just couldn't fucking remember.

His hands tightened their grip on his hair pulling at the honey-blonde locks brutally but Yohji didn't care, didn't feel the pain. "Gods! This is killing me." Why can't I remember? Somebody fucking raped me, dammit. Tears filled his eyes and Yohji blinked them back trying desperately to hold back the sobs threatening to break free. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared.

And like a dam, Yohji restraint broke. Unable to hold the pain any longer, he fell to his knees and began to cry. With his hands still clinging to the edge of the sink and his head bowed down, Yohji cried uncontrollably, the pain inside of him almost too much to bear. His back shook almost violently as silent sobs racked his body.

{ Don't cry, kitten. }

Yohji gasped and his eyes widened as a somehow familiar voice whispered briefly in his mind. Shit, what was that? No longer crying, Yohji slowly let go of the sink and placed his hands on his knees. Quiet and unmoving, he waited to hear more. But all Yohji could hear was the water he'd left running in the sink and his irregular breathing echoing off the walls of the small bathroom.

Had he imagined those hushed words just now? "Shit," Yohji whispered as he shifted and leaned back against the bathtub. Now I'm going crazy on top of everything else.

Yohji drew up his knees and wrapped his arms around them. Lowering his now aching head, Yohji rested his chin in between his kneecaps. He felt as if he were losing his mind. Life was getting harder and harder for him to deal with and he couldn't stand it. Worst of all, he was scared, something he swore he'd never allow himself to be ever again. Not since the days of his childhood had Yohji felt so afraid and alone. The feeling served to remind him of a time long ago when he'd been helpless and vulnerable, when he hadn't been able to defend himself against those who had betrayed his trust, tarnished his innocence.

A loud click interrupted his somber thoughts and Yohji's gaze flew to the clock on the wall in front of him. Yohji cursed profoundly when he realized he was late for his shift, again. Dammit, like I need Aya up my ass again. Fuck. He had to get down to the shop before Aya or the others came looking for him.

Quickly reaching over to grab the edge of the sink, Yohji pulled himself back onto his feet. His legs felt a bit shaky but Yohji ignored the weak feeling. He looked at the mirror and gazed at his reflection, jade eyes determined and steady. First things first, Kudou. Yohji picked up his toothbrush and proceeded to brush his teeth. When he was finished, he grabbed his hairbrush and began to brush out the tangles in his hair before picking the honey-blonde mane up into a half ponytail. You may feel like shit, Kudou, but you're not going to look the part, too.

Washed up and ready to get dressed, Yohji left the bathroom and walked over to his closet. He pulled out a dark blue long-sleeved cotton shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Going with the conservative look today, Kudou. Because he'd gotten a lot thinner in the past few months, the once well fitted jeans now hung loosely off his hips. Yohji cursed and went looking for a belt.

Once he was dressed, Yohji grabbed his shades from the dresser and put them on. He felt a bit more secure having the dark lenses hiding his eyes. I can't look anyone in the eye right now anyway.

He looked himself over making sure that none of the marks on his wrists and neck were in any way visible. When he was satisfied with his appearance, Yohji left his room and went downstairs. Not in the mood for any breakfast, he bypassed the kitchen and headed right for the door leading into the shop.

Giggles and squeals could be heard even before Yohji entered the flower shop. Yohji winced as his jade eyes took in the chaos of the Saturday morning crowd that had invaded. Shit, I'm not in the mood for this. But Yohji knew he had no choice. Saturdays tended to be extremely busy for them and because of this, he, Omi, Ken and Aya usually worked from morning to late afternoon. The four of them alternated the evening shift and unfortunately for him, Yohji was the lucky one this week. Damn, all because of last night.

Resigned to his fate, Yohji took in a deep breath and walked into the shop. Here goes nothing.

"You have a new toy."

Schuldich looked up at Farfarello as he continued to unstrap the straight jacket binding the Irishman. "What the fuck are you talking about now?"

Farfarello didn't respond. The white haired man just hung there upside-down from the ceiling staring at him with his eerie yellow eye. Shit, I hate it when he does that. Uncomfortable because of that uncanny gaze, Schuldich shifted his attention back to what he'd been doing. Fucking psycho. How did he find out about Yohji?

"His golden hair entices me. He looks like an angel," Farfarello whispered, his voice a mix of lust and disgust.

Schuldich's hands paused in their task and tightened their grip on the straps they were holding. His eyes hardened and bored into Farfarello, a dangerous gleam could be seen within their green depths. "He's no concern of yours, Farfarello." The warning was clear. Schuldich didn't care how the Irishman had found out about the blonde; he wasn't going to allow anyone to touch what belonged to him.

He finished with the psychopath's binds and took a step back. With impassive eyes, Schuldich watched as the scarred man pulled at his arm freeing it from the straight jacket and reached out to touch Schuldich's cheek. He didn't flinch, didn't react in any way. Sensing no immediate danger to himself, Schuldich stood unmoving as he allowed Farfarello to touch him.

The white haired man lowered his hand from Schuldich's face until it touched the telepath's chest right above his heart. Farfarello's yellow eye blinked once and with a calm and emotionless voice the younger man said, "You cannot give what you do not have." Farfarello slanted his head a bit to the right and added, "Only a fool allows himself to be blinded by what can never be."

Shocked by the Irishman's serious tone and insightful words, Schuldich backed away from Farfarello's touch. His green eyes narrowed as anger swelled up inside of him. "You really crack me the fuck up, Farf. You're fucking nuts most of the time and now out of the blue you try to turn sane on me. You don't even know what the fuck you're talking about, do you?" Schuldich shook his head and continued to back away. "Just mind your own fucking business and go back to LaLa Land where you belong."

Absolutely furious and needing to get out the psychopath's presence, Schuldich turned and stalked out of the room leaving a staring Farfarello still hanging from the ceiling. The fucker can climb down by himself for all I care.

Schuldich walked quickly down the corridor angry with himself for letting the lunatic get to him. He doesn't know a fucking thing. Not a fucking thing. He turned the corner and stopped suddenly. Dammit, I can't get Yohji out of my mind. Leaning his back against the wall, Schuldich raised his head and closed his eyes as he once again searched for the tenuous link he had established with Yohji's mind.

A few hours ago, Schuldich had managed to link with Kudou and had found the blonde's mind in utter turmoil. It had disturbed him to hear the echoes of Yohji's tears and without thinking, Schuldich had tried to comfort the blonde by whispering a gentle command. Schuldich's brow furrowed as he briefly contemplated on that one act of compassion.

Something's happening to me. Weird feelings where springing up inside of him and they were beginning to annoy the hell out of him. I don't do compassion, dammit. He knew that his obsession with Yohji was to blame for what was happening to him. Getting the Weiß assassin out his system would probably cure him of this sudden ailment but Schuldich wasn't prepared to let go of the blonde as of yet. He was just going to have to deal with these damn emotions for now.

Farfarello's words abruptly came back to haunt him. [You cannot give what you do not have. Only a fool allows himself to be blinded by what can never be.]

Damn you, Farf. Fucking prick's making me think too much. His concentration shifted all of a sudden as Schuldich felt his mind connect with Yohji's. Pleasure coursed through him at the familiar touch of Yohji's psyche and Schuldich's body clenched in longing. He's like a damn drug. Shit, he feels good.

Carefully he invaded the blonde's mind not wanting to alert Yohji of his presence. Now, let me see what you're seeing. A hazy image of Aya materialized in Schuldich's mind and he hissed in reaction to seeing his rival. His anger over the fact that Yohji was looking at the redhead was put aside as more images flashed before Schuldich. Yohji's eyes had finally looked away from violet-eyed bastard. Flowers, a swarm of chattering girls, Omi and Ken. It was obvious to Schuldich that the blonde was at the flower shop.

Damn. He couldn't reveal himself to Yohji as of yet; his prey was too out in the open right now. Normally that wouldn't have stopped him, but Schuldich wanted to be alone with his kitten when they 'spoke'. Schuldich's infamous smile curved his chiseled lips. He would just have to bide his time until he could catch Yohji alone. I'll talk to you soon, Yohji.

Schuldich loosened his hold on Yohji's mind just enough so that he could still monitor the blonde. He straightened away from the wall and looked back towards the way he'd come. Shit, I'd better go see if Farf got loose or not. Schuldich sighed and slowly made his way back to Farfarello's room. Idiot's probably still hanging from the ceiling.

Schuldich's neck prickled as if he were being watched and he turned his head quickly. His evergreen eyes searched the illuminated hallway and saw nothing. Schuldich frowned and projected his mind searching for any brain waves. What his eyes couldn't detect his mind easily could.

Seconds passed and Schuldich sensed no one nearby. Weird. Unable to find the cause to his uneasiness, he shrugged off the feeling and resumed his trek to the lunatic's room.

When he was sure Schuldich had left, Nagi slowly opened the door he had been hiding behind and let out the breath he'd been holding. Jeez, he almost caught me. His heart had almost stopped when he'd seen the telepath turned back around to look in his direction. When he'd realized that Schuldich had sent out a mental probe, Nagi had barely erected his shields in time. He rubbed his forehead trying to ease the headache that exertion had caused. This spy shit sucks. Bradley's going to owe me big.

Making sure that the hallway was still empty, Nagi walked quickly to the stairs and headed down to Bradley's office. He had to tell Bradley of the latest news concerning their redhead. Nagi frowned as his thoughts shifted to the telepath. The guilt of spying on his close friend was weighing heavily on Nagi's shoulders but he couldn't let that deter him from doing his duty. He had been asked by Bradley to keep an eye on Schuldich for a reason and he wasn't about to question Bradley's motives. There was a purpose to everything the Oracle did and said. Nagi just had to trust that Bradley knew what he was doing.

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