Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply, Weiss Kreuz belongs to Project Weiss and Kyoko somebody…^^ Hey, she stole my name! I just realized that…Well, for this fic, WK is mine, regardless of which Kyoko I am, so enjoy the story!
I'll Share Hell With You
Chapter 1- So it begins…
"Aya…"
"Shh."
"Aya.."
"Shh."
"Aya!"
"Ken, what?" Aya Fujimiya narrowed amethyst eyes on his fellow assassin cum florist, extremely annoyed that the genki brunette was bothering him. They were supposed to be watching the guards for Yoji and Omi, but Ken's persistent whispers had knocked the stolid youth out of his focus.
"Um, weren't Bombay and Balinese 'posed to be here half an hour ago?" Ken shifted uneasily, keeping his bugnuks out and ready.
Aya checked his watch, managing to keep his face blank as he realized Ken was right.
"Hai."
Kuso…Manx said this was an easy mission… Aya kept his thoughts to himself, stewing over what he was going to say to Kudou when he found the lanky blond playboy. It was no use lecturing Omi, because he would just widen his big blue eyes and give all parties involved a major guilt trip. Similar to kicking a puppy; he would have to content himself with lashing out on Kudou for screwing this up.
Ken was silent for a total of five minutes before speaking up again. "Should we go look for them?"
Aya fought the urge to roll his eyes. "No."
Pause. "Why not?"
No answer from Aya. Ken began to think he was ignoring him until he felt two gloved hands shoving him down into a crouching position. When had Aya crossed the hallway?? Even with his blood-red hair and pale violet eyes he managed to blend perfectly into the shadows. Ken winced slightly as his knees hit cold concrete, but said nothing until he could feel the older man squatting beside him.
"Aya, wh-
"I heard someone moving in the level below uth." Aya spoke 'us' in a lisp so that the consonant 's' wouldn't travel to enemy ears in the darkness.
Ken nodded, his brown eyes wide as he tensed, listening. Ages seemed to pass by, but if Ken had learned anything from the assassin business, it was that time passed much slower when one was waiting. Slowly, he twisted his wrist around until he could read the tiny digital numbers.
1:50 am.
Aw, man…We've only been sitting here for 10 minutes… Ken couldn't help thinking glumly to himself. With great self-control, he suppressed a sigh that would have earned him a certified Death Glare, courtesy of Aya-kun. Where in the world were his teammates?
Just as he was about to poke Aya and ask him for a plan, angry shouts resounded from down the hall, where a multitude of lights had just flashed on. Terrified chocolate eyes met hard purple in the dark, before both assassins were up and running towards the source of the commotion.
The scene that lay before them was one of utter chaos; somehow Omi and Yoji had wound up on the third floor, one story above the target's office. Glass beakers and micropipettes were scattered across the floor, evidently having fallen from the upturned table in the middle of the room. Omi was slumped against the wall, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead, unconscious. Yoji had taken a position in front of the normally cheerful Bombay, a 9 mm Glock in one hand and his watch's wire in the other. Three scientists were already lying dead on the floor, crimson life joining the other chemicals puddling onto the linoleum. The last remaining scientist and three guards had the upperhand; it was apparent that Yoji had run out of bullets from the empty clip on the ground.
Aya, being faster than Ken, had reached the room first, thrusting his katana without a moment's hesitation through the closest guard to the door. Ken followed a second behind his teammate, slashing out with his bugnuks and killing the fourth and final scientist. Yoji got the next guard into a chokehold with his wire, strangling the life from him as Aya cut down the last guard. A flurry of noise on the staircase galvanized Ken into action; scooping up Omi, he kicked his foot through the emergency exit door and walked backwards onto the fire escape, shouting to his companions as he did so.
"Abyssinian, Balinese, retreat!"
Yoji, near to exhaustion, was moving too slowly for Aya's taste, so the gangly blonde found himself being dragged out of the room by his friend and leader. Too tired to protest, he climbed down the fire escape and dropped the last few steps to the sidewalk, picking himself up and following Ken as he ran towards the car. Aya was right on his heels, literally shoving him into the backseat before closing the side door and hopping into the driver's seat.
The sounds of the engine gunning and the tires squealing reverberated off of the building walls as Aya thrust the stick into 4th gear and took off. Ken could barely regulate his breathing until they were a safe distance away from the medical research institution, no signs of a chase evident.
Aya met his gaze in the rearview mirror, and Ken shook his head slowly at the unanswered question. Now was not the time to ask what had happened to a seemingly simple mission gone wrong. Instead, the brunette turned around to face Yoji in the backseat, cradling Omi's cornsilk head in his lap.
"Is he ok?"
Yoji nodded, bending his head down to listen to the youth's ragged breath. "He just got a bump on the head when some asshole threw him into the wall."
Ken wasn't fooled by Yoji's nonchalant attitude. He knew the supposed heart-breaker was just as worried, if not more so, about Omi as he was. But to say so in front of Aya would unleash a torrent of reprimands such as, "You should have been more careful," or "What the hell were you doing up there?"
This time, Ken couldn't hold back a sigh as he settled back into his seat and watched the road in front of him. Aya's eyes flicked over to him once before his grip tightened on the wheel and he faced forwards again.
"Ken, did you touch any of the chemicals on the floor?"
He had to think a moment. "Yeah, I think when I was running to get Omi, I might have touched something on the ground."
Aya was silent, but Ken could see a jaw muscle clench. "Why did you ask?"
"They could have been dangerous, I want Kritiker to run a test when we get back."
Ken opened his mouth to protest, to insist that he was fine, but Yoji's hand on his shoulder corked any comments he was about to make.
"Let the Krits check you out, Kenken. Better safe than sorry, ne?"
Ken leaned back in his seat and nodded, letting his eyes fall shut as he drifted off into a fitful doze.
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"This is Hell, Kase…"
He was drowning; his body being tugged down by a million invisible hands as he sank further and further into a lake of shadows, reaching feebly to the surface for help. He opened his mouth to cry out, but no sounds came forth as his eyes filled with dark red water, no it was blood…
Nameless bodies drifted past him, their faces frozen into masks of horror as he watched each of die at the hand of a ruthless killer, no, it was him!
Clenching his fists, he realized he was wearing his bugnuks, bloodstained as they had been in the lab. Lowering his mouth to the claws, he tasted coppery fluid and genuine evil on his tongue, losing himself in the bittersweet desire…
"This is Hell, Kase…"
"This is Hell…
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Ken woke to red-hot lances of pain shooting up and down his legs, charlie horses cramping in his calves and fiery numbness all throughout his body. Bolting upright, he could feel sweat running down his face in rivulets, dripping onto white blood-soaked sheets…
Blood-soaked??
Ken moaned aloud, throwing the sheets off of himself and working out the charlie horses with sore, blistered fingers. Why was this room so hot? Where was he bleeding from? Cautiously, he peered in the early-dawn dimness at the sheets pooled on his carpet, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw only sweat-soaked white. Where had the pain in his legs come from?
Looking down once more, this time at his body, Ken was horrified to see bruises mottling the tanned flesh, scars that had not been there the night before crossing his skin. The pain was slowly receding, but it had left a hot ache in his muscles and bones that made him groan again in discomfort. Swift footsteps padded in the hall and the door flew open to reveal Aya in gray track pants and a white tanktop, obviously having just woken up.
Three long strides carried him over to Ken's bed, cool hands pressing the fevered youth back onto the pillows as Aya sat down on the mattress next to him.
"What's wrong?" Aya's voice was cold and crisp, bringing Ken out of his stupor and into the pale amethyst gaze. Trying desperately to focus his clouded brown eyes on the older man in front of him, Ken could do little more than recognize him as a familiar face, but that was all the ill assassin needed. Grasping the thin white material of Aya's tanktop, he pulled himself up and buried his face into Aya's chest, sobbing hot tears into the cotton. Tentatively, Aya put his arms around the quaking youth, lifting his head up to meet Yoji's eyes at the door.
"Go get Kritiker," he hissed, the urgency in his voice propelling Yoji down the stairs and into the kitchen to call the medical team.
Up in Ken's room, Aya was still holding tightly to the dark-haired boy, furious at himself for not getting Ken checked out right when they got back to the house, rather than waiting until he had woken up. Ken's sobs had died down and his shoulders had stopped shaking, now his breathing was slow and even as he slept against Aya's hard upper body. A wave of guilt washed over the older assassin as he laid the soccer-player back down onto the bed, noticing for the first time the dark marks on his long legs.
"Gomen nasai, Ken…the doctors will be here soon."
A/N: Please remember to review! Even if you think it's total cow feed, please let me know so I can make it better…^^ You can also email me at trublu39@hotmail.com with comments or questions.
Also, this is NOT, I repeat, NOT a one-shot fic! There will be a second chapter coming soon!