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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:

Hey guys, here's Chapter Nine of The Hunted. It's full of Yohji angst (**jumps up and down in joy**) and it shows us how even poor Bradley can have a moment of brain dysfunction. I hope you all enjoy it.

Well, that it for now. I hope you enjoy the fic.

Thanks,

Forsaken

The Hunted Part 9

Something was wrong with Yohji.

Standing near the counter unpacking a few materials for the shop, Omi's thoughts strayed to the blonde whom he considered to be more of a brother than a friend.

It had been almost two weeks since the night Yohji had disappeared, two weeks since Yohji had begun to behave differently. The excuse Yohji had given him hadn't been a new one. The blonde had told Omi that he'd gotten angry at Aya and had decided to wallow in a bar; in which he had spent the night clubbing and fooling around oblivious to the time.

Omi sighed as he continued to remove the contents of the large cardboard box in front of him . Apparently, he had worried needlessly about the elder man. Ken and Aya had been right all along. Or had they been?

A movement up ahead caught his attention and Omi looked up to see the object of his thoughts entering the room. His blue eyes narrowed as he watched Yohji walk quickly over to the display area in front of the shop carrying a tray of daisies totally bypassing the cluster of girls that were now hovering near Ken and Aya.

He's doing it again. It hadn't escaped his attention how Yohji tended to avoid crowds all together as of late, preferring to work in the back room more and more. It was totally out of Yohji's character and Omi couldn't help being concerned. The fact that Yohji was now even dressing differently didn't help to lessen his worrying.

For months now, he'd noticed how Yohji's clothes had become looser and looser obviously due to weight loss; something Omi had originally attributed to the blonde's problem with Aya. But now, he wasn't so sure. Omi frowned as kept a watchful eye on his blonde friend who was already making his way back the way he'd come.

Yohji was dressing more conservatively too, hiding his thin body behind long sleeve shirts that hung loosely past the waist and jeans that were baggy instead of tight. It just wasn't Yohji's style at all. The older man had even begun to wear his shades at all times of the day. Whether indoors or outdoors, the blonde always had the dark lenses covering his eyes. It's almost like he doesn't want anyone to look into them.

There were also those times in which Omi would find Yohji staring into nothing as if his mind were a thousand miles away. One moment, he was there and the next, Yohji was gone, drifting away into another world. It disconcerted Omi more than he could say. So much so, that he'd been prompted to ask Yohji if something was wrong. But he had only received the lazy grin Yohji was infamous for followed by a sure, "No."

But Omi knew better than to believe such a response. Something was wrong and he wasn't the only one who was aware of it. Ken was beginning to get just as worried as he was over the blonde. And by the way Aya was keeping his violet eyes focused on Yohji now a days, Omi knew that the redhead had noticed the difference in Yohji as well.

What's going on with you, Yohji? Omi sighed as he watched Yohji disappear into the backroom.

A customer approached the counter and Omi turned his attention back onto the business at hand stepping dutifully behind the register. But the worry was still there in his mind and in his heart.

I wish I could get you to open up to me. I wish you would let me help you.

Yohji blew at a wayward strand of hair that had fallen over his eye as he deftly finished the arrangement he was working on. He took a step back, tilting his head a bit to the right and perused his work. Not bad. But it needs something...Ah, got it.

He reached over to his left and grabbed a spray bottle off the shelf. He shook it a few times before opening it and sprayed its contents onto the arrangement. His jade eyes watched in approval as the colorful arrangement seemed to come to life with the glitter now shimmering over all of its petals. Perfect.

Satisfied, Yohji placed the bottle back onto the shelf and wiped his hands with the cloth he'd placed on the table. Since he preferred to give the flowers a few minutes to dry before he wrapped the bow he'd picked out around its base, Yohji figured he could help out in the front in the meantime. Saturday being their busiest day of the week, all four of them were needed in the shop.

But as he neared the room's doorway, Yohji paused in mid-step and swallowed, his nervous eyes taking in the chaos before him. The shop was packed, full of admiring girls...talkative girls...clinging girls. Yohji swallowed once more as he felt a wave of apprehension wash over him at the thought of being surrounded by so many people. Shit, I barely made it through the room the last time I went in there.

His fists clenched and anger welled up inside of him as Yohji stood frozen in place unable to make himself move forward into the crowd. He felt out of control and vulnerable. And he hated himself for being so weak. Just move, dammit. You did it before. Stop being such a coward. But try as he might, he just couldn't make himself move.

The air began to thin around him and he couldn't breath. It was as if he were being suffocated by the mere thought of exposing himself to so many people. He took a step back and inhaled trying to calm his erratic breathing. What the hell is wrong with me? His heart was pounding and his legs were getting shaky. Fuck! He took another step back and leaned back against the wall. Yohji closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his waist as he shivered.

This was a problem. A major problem. And he didn't know what to do about it. He wished he could talk to his friends, talk to them about what had happened to him, about what was happening to him. But how could he? He would have to tell them everything. Even about ---- Yohji shook his head violently. No! I can't. They'd hate me...They'd be disgusted by me.

Deep down inside, Yohji knew that the others wouldn't react that way, that they would help him any way they could but his mind, his heart couldn't accept that possibility. He had slept with the enemy... And he had enjoyed it.

Little by little, the memories of that forgotten night had been resurfacing as the days passed. The flashbacks, the nightmares would come to him with such startling clarity that Yohji would wake up panting and drenched in sweat. He almost always ended up in the bathroom practically throwing up his insides unable to handle reliving his sin over and over again.

He didn't care if he hadn't been in his right mind at the time, that he'd probably been under some kind of mind control. All he knew was that at some point he had awakened and he hadn't made a move to stop what had been happening to him. He had allowed his body to be touched, to be used. He had opened is eyes, opened them to see not Aya, but...Shit! I can't even say his name.

A chill ran up his spine as he remember how that voice had whispered through his mind, taunting him, making him see things he hadn't wanted to see and Yohji hugged himself tighter. He had awakened on the floor. A total mess. Trembling just as he was now, cold to the bone.

I can't go out there like this. On shaky legs, Yohji moved away from the wall, slowly backing away from the doorway and practically ran into the backroom. He reached the table he'd been working at and placed both of his hands on the table as he tried to calm himself down.

His gaze fell upon the arrangement he'd left to dry and for a few seconds, he only stared at the flowers unable to do anything else but slowly he lifted his hand and lightly touched a few of the leaves. The leaves sparkled under the light with every movement of his hand and his jade eyes stared at them entranced by the dazzling display.

I changed them, didn't I? The flowers were no longer the same. They never would be again. Just like you, Kudou. Just like you.

Once upon a time, his life had been so full of joy and contentment. Granted, his life had begun to change, loosing a bit of its shine after Aya removed himself from it, but his life had still been a good one. But now, just like the flowers before him, his life had changed, changed forever. The only difference being that the change that had occurred over him had not been for the better. Yohji's hand trembled as his heart tightened in his chest.

His was now a miserable existence, filled with fear and sadness. An existence that was slowly deteriorating, making him into an empty shell of his former self.

Yohji released the soft petals and stepped away from the table. His eyes grew vacant and his shoulders slumped down slightly as he condemned himself to a world of guilt and silence.

He had survived the loss of Aya, his greatest love, but Yohji knew he couldn't survive his latest loss. You lost your soul, Kudou. Gave it up the instant you slept with the devil.

And how could anyone live without ones soul?

Bradley awoke languidly, feeling sated and relaxed against the plush surface of the sofa. It was a strange feeling almost like his body and soul were finally at peace. He moved to stretch but a solid warmth over his chest impeded his action. Bradley's eyes snapped open in surprise and he lifted his head. His amber-brown eyes widened in shock and then in horror as Nagi's naked form came into focus. What the hell?

His gaze took in his own partially nude body and Bradley closed his eyes before letting his head fall back onto the sofa. He shoved his free hand into his hair and gripped the dark tendrils tightly, wanting to pull them out from their roots. What the fuck did I do?

He could feel the slight weight of Nagi's slender body as the younger man slept soundly curled trustingly into Bradley's side. He dared not move, not wanting to face those gentle dark blue orbs in light of what they had obviously done. How could I have let this happen? How--when did it happen?

He remembered lying down on the sofa too tired to walk up to his room, having not slept well the night before. Bradley opened his eyes and stared up at the carved ceiling above. Everything else is a blur after that. I don't remember……I don't....

Bradley's whiskey colored eyes widened as images formed and came to life, pouring into his confused mind like a tidal wave.

[ ……Nagi gasped as he was pulled roughly against Bradley's hard form……Bradley's lips trailed down the column of Nagi's neck and his large hands touched Nagi's exposed nipples……Nagi was pushed back onto the sofa, his legs wrapped firmly over Bradley's waist……their lips fused……he wrapped a muscular arm under and around Nagi's slender leg...Nagi whimpered……Bradley's member slowly began to penetrate Nagi's entrance... in one swift thrust his arousal was imbedded into Nagi's slight form...Nagi cried out……thrust after thrust, their bodies joined……Nagi arched……fingernails raked over Bradley's back……Nagi arched his back as his release covered Bradley's lower abdomen……Bradley growled his own release……blazing white……Bradley collapsed over Nagi……darkness…… ]

"By the gods, what have I done?" he whispered in despair, even as his body reacted on its own accord to the erotic images swirling in his mind. The fact that Nagi was practically draped over him was not helping to ease his body's reaction and panicked ran through him.

He felt out of control, out of his mind. He had slept with Nagi, fulfilled his every fantasy with the one person he was expressly forbidden to have. How could he have let his inner desires take a hold of him this way? How could he have tainted Nagi with his essence?

Anger for his own stupidity and animalistic nature coursed through him as he berated himself for his failure. Dammit! How could I have been so weak? He had let himself get swept away by his emotions and he had taken Nagi's innocence without hesitation, without remorse. There was no excuse in this world that could admonish his sin. And now he would have to deal with the consequences of his lack of strength and will.

Gods, what am I going to say to him? How could he ever apologize for his atrocious behavior? I used him, used his body to fulfill my needs and my wants. And even though a part of him knew that Nagi had been a willing participant in their coupling, Bradley's sense of responsibility warped his reasoning.

Shame slivered through him like poisonous venom, causing a familiar bitter hatred to swell up in his chest for the Fates that had once again conspired against him. I saw nothing! Not even a small warning! And I curse you for it!

Nagi moved subtly against him and Bradley froze. Slowly, he raised his head until his troubled gaze rested upon the slumbering form curled so deliciously against him. He watched entranced as Nagi moved a slender hand underneath his chin sighing softly against Bradley's exposed chest before becoming still once more.

Bradley's amber-brown eyes softened as they beheld the glorious beauty resting so closely to his captured heart.Without conscious thought, Bradley lowered his hand and slowly began to trace the contours of Nagi's delicate face with his index finger. He's so beautiful. He takes my breath away.

Nagi moved and Bradley pulled his hand away as if burned. He blinked as if awakening from a dream and took in a deep breath. Shit, I have to get out of here. I have to get away from him before I take him again. Dammit, why does he affect me so?

Desperate to get away, Bradley moved to sit up. Slowly he moved his body, trying not to awaken the sleeping man in his arms. Body tense and precise, Bradley moved with the utmost care. When he'd finally managed to sit up, Bradley tore his eyes away from the intoxicating form next to him and made to get off the sofa.

"Where are you going?"

Bradley's heart rammed into his chest and his body refused to move as Nagi's husky voice penetrated the silence that had been hovering over them. He turned his head and shifted his gaze to fall upon a pair of eyes the color of a darkened blue sky just before a storm.

Gods...what do I do now?

"Yohji?"

Omi's voice startled Yohji out of his morbid thoughts. He took a step back from the table and looked at the arrangement he'd been toying with once more before he turned and walked out toward the room's entrance, his body refusing to move past the doorway. Yohji scanned the crowded shop until his jade eyes found Omi a few feet away from him. "Yeah, Omi?" he called out wincing as some of their female customers squeaked his name. Ah, Shit.

At least six teenage girls came running towards him, reprimanding him for ignoring them earlier on. Yohji took in a deep breath as they approached and forced a flirtatious grin to play over his lips all the while praying that he could hold it together until he was able to escape their clutches.

"Do you have the Amada order ready yet?" he heard Omi ask him over the chattering girls now swarming around him.

Shit, I almost forgot. "Yeah," he replied, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. "I just finished it a few minutes ago. Be back in a sec with it." The girls protested at his impending departure and he said, "Sorry ladies, but duty calls."

As quickly as he was able without drawing unwanted attention to himself, Yohji turned away. But just as he turned, he caught the look on Omi's face. Unnerved by that look, he hastily looked away. Walking briskly into the backroom, Yohji quickly tied the bow over the base of the flower arrangement. His thoughts however were not on the task at hand but on a very nosey young man with true blue eyes.

Yohji sighed as he cut the edges of the bow with a specially designed scissor made to cut jagged edges. The kid was worried about him and although he appreciated it, he was also very wary of Omi's too knowing eyes.

He didn't want Omi snooping around him, asking questions he wasn't prepared to answer. He'd already lied to the kid, giving him the lame excuse about losing track of time because he'd been partying his ass off. But Yohji sensed that Omi hadn't been convinced by it. It was only a matter of time before Omi became more aggressive with his inquiries. The kid's too smart for his own good.

Knowing that Omi was waiting for the flowers, Yohji grabbed the arrangement from the table and headed back toward the front. You can do this, Kudou. Just walk back out there and get this over with.

As he approached the spot where Omi was futilely trying to fend off a group of admirers, Yohji couldn't help but grin as he beheld the hilarious site. He really did love the kid and realized that he was truly proud to have him as a friend, as a brother.

Ken suddenly burst through the crowd rescuing his lover by directing the younger man toward the register with a 'problem'. The girls protested loudly and Yohji's grin grew into a small smile. They were both his brothers, if not in blood then in spirit.

Yohji's smile withered as the urge to confide in them once again became strong and almost overwhelming. He wished he could talk to them. Wished he could get past the shame and fear of what would be their reaction to his secret. I can't. I just couldn't bear it if they……I just can't.

"Hey Yohji, you gonna stand there all day with those?" asked Ken sarcastically from behind the counter.

Yohji blinked in surprise only now realizing that he had been standing in the middle of the room staring. Come on Kudou, act normal. "Shut up, Ken before I throw them at you instead."

"Yeah, yeah," Ken replied before he turned to attend another customer near the cooling units.

Fake smile in place, Yohji placed the flowers on the glass counter. "Here you go, Miss Amada. Sorry for the wait."

The petite middle-aged brunette blushed a lovely shade of red before soundlessly handing him the money for her purchase. Yohji was obviously causing her to grow flustered. He handed the woman her change and with raised eyebrows watched her turn to leave the store after whispering a soft thank you. In her haste, she almost ran into Ken as the brunette was making his way back to the register.

"Jeez Yohji, lay off on the charm, will you," Ken said as he approached the counter.

For some ungodly reason, Yohji took immediate offense to Ken's offhanded remark. "What the fuck do you mean by that, Ken?"

Being the hot-tempered man that he was, Ken bristled at Yohji's angered tone. "What the hell is your problem?"

Yohji ignored the question and leaned forward over the counter. He was so angry that he could feel himself shaking from it, but he reigned in on his fury and tried to keep his voice down as spoke. "Just answer the fucking question, Ken. What the fuck were you trying to say?" Tell me, dammit.

Ken's brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and anger as he walked closer to the counter. "I wasn't trying to say anything, dammit. It was just a comment." Ken's eyes narrowed at him. "What's the big deal anyway?"

What was the big deal? Did everyone think of him as a slut? Is that what they all figured him out to be? "Just forget it!"

His voice had risen and eyes turned to look at him but Yohji didn't care. He was hurting and he couldn't get past the blazing pain cutting through him. He had to get out. "I'm out of here," he snapped hoarsely and pushed away from the counter.

He stormed out of the shop ignoring the stares he was getting and headed toward the stairs leading to their apartment, leaving a deafening silence in his wake.

Chattering could immediately be heard among the gossiping girls in the shop, breaking the temporary silence Yohjii's abrupt departure had caused.

Standing amidst the noise, Ken was still dumbfounded over what had just occurred. Omi approached him from behind and he asked, "What the hell just happened?"

Omi shook his head, concern evident in his blue eyes. "I don't know. I heard the whole thing and I'm just as stumped as you are."

Standing in front of one of the large display windows in the shop, Aya looked away from the confused lovers and let his violet gaze wander to where Yohji had existed the shop. What's going on?

The blonde had been angry, really angry and……hurt over Ken's innocent comment and had blown up in front of everyone. It wasn't like Yohji. The blonde seldom showed any emotion aside from his usual nonchalant lazy attitude.

But he hasn't been that way in a long time, has he? Aya's brow furrowed and he turned to continue wiping the window he'd been cleaning. Aya had to admit the blonde had been acting strangely for some time now. For two weeks to be exact. Aya's hand paused in mid-swipe as the thought crossed his mind.

He wanted to ask Yohji what was wrong. To ask the blonde to open up to him as he'd often done in the past. But things were so awkward between them now that Aya had no idea of what to do. Dammit, this is all my fault. If I hadn't been such a prick about everything, Yohji would be confiding in me and I wouldn't be standing here like an idiot.

Aya lowered his hand and gripped the soft material in its grasp tightly. Maybe I should swallow my fucking pride and go to him. Yohji was getting thinner and thinner and Aya knew that he had to put a stop to whatever was affecting the blonde in such a harsh way, something that was somehow connected to that night two weeks ago.

But what if he made things worst? Yohji hated him right now. Would the blonde even listen to him? And for that matter, what could he possibly say to the man to get Yohji to open up to him? He no longer had any right to pry.

Dammit, it doesn't matter. Yes, he'd fucked everything up between them but he'd realized his mistake and he was now willing to make up for it. Yohji needed him and he had to do something.

Resoluteness won over apprehension and Aya moved away from the window.

"I'm going on break," he informed Omi and Ken and without even looking their way crossed the room.

His stride determined and sure, Aya walked out of the shop and over to the stairs. He paused on the bottom step and took a deep breath before he moved forward.

I hope I'm not about to make another mistake.

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