A/N: This story is the sequel to "Knightly Dance" and takes place about a month after the end of it. This story is definitely not canon, but its not a complete AU either. Its still Weiss, but with the character's backgrounds, ages, and personalities changed slightly. If I write the boys a little OOC, please forgive me. Oh and no hating please. I write these stories purely for my own amusement. I don't own Weiss Kreuz or anything I write about really.
Oh and the story actually got started because of a dream I had where Aya was forced to dress up as a girl. My brain is a bit weird. Also I have changed the story a little. Just added a few sentences and punctuation marks here and there. I have also decided that for certain story reasons there will be no sex in this story. I will keep the Mature rating though. There's references to some pretty nasty stuff.
Chapter One
"Never going to happen." Aya growled staring Manx straight in the eye. The glare made her hesitate briefly before squaring her shoulders and she began to restate her case.
"You are the only choice Abyssinian. Bombay is too inexperienced with this type of mission. Balinese could never pull it off and Siberian won't look delicate enough. You-"
"I told you it will not happen. End of discussion." Aya turned his back on her. He could hear Youji laughing into his hands and Ken snickering where he sat next to Omi on the couch. Even the teen couldn't hold back his mirth. They were all against him. He ground his teeth as he stalked up the stairs. Unfortunately that caused his three companions to drop all pretenses and laugh loudly. Morons, the lot of them. Also amateurs and insensitive assholes.. If the situation had been reversed none of them would be laughing. He heard Manx on the stairs behind him and swore under his breath.
"It's the only way to successfully carry out this mission Abyssinian. If we don't hit him at that party our target will get away and could disappear for good. Will you please do this?" She grabbed his hand. "Please Aya-san." She whispered. Aya looked down at her searching her eyes for any kind of deception. What he saw surprised him. There was a softness in those ruby orbs. It was a side of her he had only seen once before and one that she showed to no one else. "He's killed so many children already...I-"
"Fine." He sighed. "I'll do it." Her face lit up in relief, "But you owe me for this." She nodded emphatically. He sighed again knowing he was going to regret this decision for the rest of his life. "Get the shit." He pulled his hand from hers and entered his room suppressing a groan.
Youji stood facing the stairs nervously. He was already in the tux he was to wear to the gala that night and felt constricted. Why men wore this crap was beyond him. It was impossible to sit down without wrinkling the fabric, but as much as he hated the damn costume he wouldn't give it up for anything. Not wearing the tux meant wearing the...his jaw dropped as Manx came down the stairs leading a gorgeous redhead and it took him a moment to recognize Aya beneath the getup he had been forced into wearing. It was a floor length black gown of shimmering rose embossed silk. Elbow length black lace gloves flowed up his slim arms fastened together with black silk ribbons crisscrossing up the inside of his forearms. Around his throat was a ribbon of silk and lace, the ends drifted down his exposed back. His violet eyes were lined in black with smoky silver and black shadow. It defined them and made them impossible to look away from. Not even the shining, full crimson lips beneath them could distract him. Youji now knew why Manx had been so persistent with the redhead. His delicate charm would ease the minds of their hosts. His heart stopped and his breath caught in his throat. He really wanted nothing more than to drag Aya back to his room and have his way. A thought which quickly brought him back to the present. One couldn't judge a book by it's cover after all and Aya may have looked enchanting, but he had proved time and time again that he was probably the most deadly person in that room. "Jesus Christ, you look like a girl!" Ken exclaimed from his seat next to Omi on the couch. The teen was also gaping like a fish out of water.
"That was the point of this exercise was it not, Hidaka." Aya commented dryly. "Stop gawking Kudou. We're going to be late." He grabbed Youji's arm and began dragging the alert, but still speechless blonde towards the door.
"Don't forget to smile Aya-kun!" Manx called after them. Youji heard Aya mutter something unpleasant under his breath before slamming the door and shoving Youji towards the limo waiting for them. He stumbled a few steps before recovering enough to open the door and help Aya into the back. To his surprise Aya slapped his hand away and slid in on his own.
"Get in dumbass and get your shit together. We aren't going to this party for fun. We must be on our guard at all times." Aya snarled. Youji snapped to attention at the tone in his voice and scrambled into the seat next to him. Aya reached past him and slammed the door. "Go." He snapped at the driver. With a squeal of gears they were on their way. Youji snuck a glance at Aya and immediately knew it had been a mistake. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the soft curls of his hair that caressed his face and neck. They made him look soft and vulnerable; not cold and hard like the assassin he was. Youji was suddenly reminded of some beautiful flowers that shot out poisonous barbs if you got to close. Manx had done her job well, maybe a little too well. They were supposed to blend into the crowd, but with how Aya had been transformed he knew not a single man or woman would be able to take their eyes off him. "Stop staring." Aya muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He hated everyone's attention on him.
"I can't help it." Youji replied honestly. "You're beautiful." Aya rolled his eyes and turned away from him. That's when Youji realized that something important was missing. "Aya, where's your katana?" Aya rolled his eyes.
"Where do you think?" He turned to the blonde angrily.
"I-"
"Its back at the Koneko because I don't have a way to conceal it in this damn costume. Use your brain for once." He turned back to the window fuming silently.
Obviously the damn blonde hadn't been listening to a word Manx had said. Aya was to go in unarmed and be bait with Youji as his only backup. That was his protest, not the fact that he had to wear a dress, he'd worn worse on missions before. It was the fact that he couldn't have any weapons that upset him. He felt naked without one, not to mention vulnerable and yes, although he'd never admit it out loud, scared. Terrified really. What if he got separated from Youji. He had zero mobility in the dress and he was wearing heels that were a bitch to get off because of the ribbons that tied them to his legs. How was he supposed to defend himself? He shivered slightly as a cold breeze slid over his back. He had a feeling everything was going to go horribly wrong tonight.
They arrived at the gala ten minutes late, which was, Manx had told them, a fashionable thing to do. Aya slid his arm through Youji's and tried not to hold on too tightly. If his lover knew how scared he really was things would not go smoothly. As they stepped into the huge ballroom he felt an enormous amount of eyes on him and suppressed a shudder of revulsion. This was the first time since joining the Weiss team that he'd had to dress up like this. When he'd been on Shido's team almost a year ago he'd had to do this a lot...only worse.
Aya clenched his jaw then forced a smile as their hosts greeted him and his partner. Adelbert Forsythe and his wife Lavinia were from Great Britain. They were also Youji's targets. The plan was for Youji to let slip that Aya was only fifteen, a boy, and his most prized possession...making the swordsman a vulnerable target for the pair of human slave traffickers. They wouldn't hesitate to try and snatch him from under the blonde's nose.
"A boy you say?" Lavinia smiled, her eyes sparking with desire as she looked Aya up and down. "He is quite breathtaking, Koyama-san." His stomach rolled as Adelbert also looked him over appreciatively.
"The star of my collection." Youji boasted stroking the side of Aya's face. The redhead looked up into the taller man's green eyes. The love he saw there helped to steady his nerves.
"I'm pleased we were introduced." Adelbert's slimy voice made Aya want to gag, but he carefully schooled his features to reflect nothing of his inner turmoil as he forced himself to smile at the British couple. "I do hope you enjoy the Gala, Koyama-san, and here is a pass to the after party." Youji took the card offered him with a slight bow. "We must greet our other guests, but I do hope to see you there...it will definitely be worth your while." Aya kept his smile as he also bowed to the couple. Lavinia smiled at him as she took her husband's arm.
"Please bring this lovely morsel with you, Koyama-san. I do so love to look at him."
"Of course, Lady Forsythe." Youji smiled. The couple walked away to mingle with their guests. "God, they're disgusting." Youji muttered under his breath with a frown.
"Stay in character." Aya whispered through his fake smile, looking up at him. Kudou nodded before plastering a happy expression across his face. "And remember not to drink anything they give you." Youji laughed like Aya was being foolish then looked to his left as music began to play.
"It is now time for the dance portion of this program." The blonde took Aya by the hand and led him towards the dance floor where many couples were already whirling about. The swordsman took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Hopefully his partner already knew how to waltz.
