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I don't own Weiss Kreuz.  Or the title, which comes from the Good Charlotte (!!) song "My Bloody Valentine."  And technically, since the plot spawned from the song, I only sort of half own it. 

Warnings: Yaoi, shounen ai, character death.

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My Bloody Valentine

The dark street outside the flower shop was briefly illumined by a crack of lightning.  The soothing hush of rain was broken by a nearby rumbling; all fell still again.

"Sure you wanna do this?"  Through the rapid movement of the windshield wipers smoldering blue eyes peered into the night.

"I'm sure."  A small hand reached for the door and pushed it open.  "I'll be back in-"

"Take your time."  Smirk.  "I'll wait right here."

Nodding slowly, the small figure stepped out into the sheet of rain.  The metal screen in front of the shop shot up of its own accord, and the dripping wet shadow stepped into the dark store.

He drifted through the creaking, easing building, up the stairs to the bedrooms.  The first on the right he knew well, although he'd only gone in through the door once, maybe.  Only one other room mattered, the one next to it; the lock clicked and the door swung open just as he walked up. 

The sleeping man on the bed snored softly, oblivious to his danger.  Halting beside him, the shadow stared sadly into his finely sculpted face.  He shouldn't do this...It's worth it... Slowly, he reached into his pocket and drew out his .22.  He would normally have taken care of this cleanly, but the absence of wounds would be a clear giveaway that... No, it'd be better to leave them wondering.

The bullet made only a soft PFFT as it shot from the barrel, muffled by the silencer.  Blood splashed up, splattering his face and uniform with dark red.  Shivering, hot liquid burning on his cool skin, he slid the gun back into his pocket.  He backed slowly out of the room, rubbing his face clean.  The door clicked shut as he left.  He stood still for a few minutes in the middle of the hallway, breath coming short and harsh and slow.  Finally he turned and started for the stairs.

"Ken-kun?"  An indistinguishable shadow materialized at the top of the stairs, blocking his path.  "Is that you?"

Oh shit... "Omi!"  No, not him, not here, not now…

"Wha- Nagi?!"  Through the dark hall the blond boy stumbled, groping for the light.

The single yellow bulb brightened overhead.  Desperately, panicking, Nagi flung his powers upward.  The light smashed and glass shattered, raining down on the two boys in time with a crash of thunder.

Omi blindly stumbled backwards, arm flung over his eyes to shield from the falling glass.  "Wha- what are you doing here?" he asked finally, fist clenching against the pain and confusion. 

Nagi shook his head.  "N...nothing.  What are...why are you..."  He shouldn't be here he shouldn't be here Schuldig had SWORN he wouldn't be here...

Coming closer, Omi shot him a suspicious look.  "I live here."  He lowered his arm.  "Nagi, why are you here?" he repeated, insistent.

Nagi backed up instinctively, pressing up against the wall.  "I..."  Omi drew closer, close enough for Nagi to feel the heat off his body.  He shivered.  "I'm..."  He lost his train of thought.  "Omi!"  All plans, all lies, the purpose of all of this, were gone.  Biting back a sob, he flung himself against his former lover.  Omi stumbled slightly under the assault, arms coming up around him from reflex and familiarity. 

"Nagi..."  Omi sighed, gripping his arms loosely.  So that was it...Nagi was lonely for him.  He rested his chin on a fragile shoulder.  "It's okay.  I'm here."  Nagi crushed himself closer.

Running his fingers lightly down Nagi's arm, Omi debated how to handle this.  He took a slow, deep breath and began, "Listen, Nagi..."  He chewed lightly at his lip.  "Itoshii...You shouldn't come here any more..." he murmured in his ear.  "I love...Ken, now."  Nagi made a tiny gasp, but no other answer.  Taking that as reassurance, Omi continued, "But I still care about you...okay?  We can still be friends, if you want, and..."  He trailed off, frowning.  His fingers had rubbed over a warm spot on Nagi's sleeve, and came away sticky and wet.  Nagi was wet all over, probably from the rain, but this...He sniffed, catching the coppery scent of blood...and something else.  "Nagi, are you hurt?" he asked, pulling back from him. 

Nagi made a sound of protest as he drew back.  He reached for him, hands grazing his face.  "Omi...!"  He pressed against him tightly and Omi felt something hard press against his thigh.  Normally he would assume it was an erection, but it was in the wrong place...and the shape...He suddenly recognized the smell mixed in with the blood: gunpowder.  And in Nagi's pocket... He stepped away, gorgeous blue eyes narrowed in fear and anger.  "What are you doing here?!" he demanded, already running past him towards the closed door, the second on the right.

~Get out.~

Nagi jumped at Schuldig's mental voice, but shook his head.  ~No...~

Omi threw the door open and rushed in.

~Get out of there now!~

A hoarse shout flew through the open door.

~Don't make me come in and get you!~

"Omi?"   One of the doors across the hall swung in; a lean, well-muscled silhouette stood illuminated against the harsh bedroom light.  Abyssinian.  Gasping out, Nagi backpedaled towards the stairs.  Omi came stumbling out of Ken's bedroom at that same moment, tears streaming silently down his eyes.

Abyssinian's eyes shot from the crying Omi to the blinded Nagi to the open door behind the small blond.  "...Ken?" he asked quietly, looking at his teammate.  Omi broke into a harsh sob.

Aya turned on Nagi, violet eyes blazing.  He lunged for the fragile telekinetic.  Nagi panicked, flinging him back into the wall.  Trembling, he looked up at Omi.  "I..."  A half sob, half shriek interrupted him; Omi slumped against the wall.  Nagi swallowed.  "I love you," he whispered in apology, turning and fleeing down the stairs.

He felt more than heard Abyssinian's bare feet beating the stairs behind him.  Nagi burst through the shop, flinging the furniture, the flowers, anything, around to slow him down.  The metal screen tore away from the door and flew over his head, broadsiding the pursuing redhead.  With a cry, Aya fell to the floor.

Nagi ran out into the rain, lightning brightening his path.  The car...the car...where was the car?  Even as he was thinking it, Schuldig screeched to a halt by the curb, driving on the wrong side of the street.  Nagi jerked the door open with his powers and dove in, spilling water all over the finely upholstered leather. 

The two were soon back on the main road, driving dangerously fast for such a hard rain.  The telepath flicked a droplet of rain off his jacket and glanced down at Nagi with a grin.  "So...how'd it go?"

Glaring up at him with icy blue eyes, Nagi sank against the cold metal window and started to cry.

~*Tsuzuku*~