Tainted Romance

Chapter I

'Fallen'

A Weiss Kreuz Fanfiction

Part one of seven

Revised

"Abyssinian out."

"Abyssinian has a lock on the target, Siberian. Reinforcements are being sent his way. Fourth level."

"Damn it! Where the fuck is Youji?!" A pause, several grunts followed unknown cry's before death befell Siberians victims. His tactics ruthlessly drawn, "Damn! I'm on my way, Siberian O-" A deep gasp panted into the com unit, static silence shortly falling.

"Siberian? Ken!" Omi's hand clenched tightly around his headset, adjusting the frequency, "Ken!" His eyes hacked furiously into the computer. Panic quickly setting into the youngest member of Weiss, he knew that sound. Every one of them did, every one of them knew it all to well. "Balinese! I've lost contact with Sib-" A soft voice suddenly penetrated through his own, intercepting the message, barley audible through the com unit. "I'm Okay... Siberian out... Heading for the fourth level..."

"Siberian!" Bombay's voice raged angrily in worry and question, "Siberian!"

Siberian clutched his side, holding it as if to somehow ease the searing pain as the thick warm red liquid clashed against his hands, stumbling up the stairs. His free hand trailed against the wall, holding him steadily upright as he trekked upwards. Blood smearing from his gloved hand, trailing his path against the wall. Pausing for breath only seemed to intensify the pain.

Come on Hidaka! Aya's counting on you!

He grimaced, another wave of pain shooting throughout him.

Just one more flight...

"Bombay! Where's Siberian?!" Aya's angered voice shot through his head set, bringing him away from the pain. Pushing aside what he could, he pulled his jacket tighter around him, covering the wound; he darted up the remaining flight of stairs. Aya needed him. Ken was supposed to be his backup. Aya was to deal the final blow to the target, Ken's orders were simple; guard Aya. Keep the targets guards from interfering; guard Aya.

… But he'd fallen behind, having been left to deal with the second wave of guards that followed.

Aya's faint 'Shi-ne's' resounded down the hall, becoming louder with each step taken. Rounding the corner he found the fearless red head. He was surrounded, guns pointing from all directions to one point; Aya. Nevertheless, Aya carried his katana overhead, wielding it against his surrounding foes defiantly.

A gunshot rang out.

Unwavering, Ken jumped from behind, an angry yell escaping his lips as his tiger claws bore down through flesh, ripping through the circle surrounding the red headed katana wielder. Two bodies fell instantly to his feet. He flinched, covering a muffled cry. He could feel the tare in his own flesh stretch as he dropped to his knees. Narrowly avoiding the bullet aimed for him he swung his leg out in one fluent movement, sweeping his opponents feet from under him. His bugnuks rose for the kill, burrowing themselves deep into the mans chest before he uttered his last breath.

Abyssinian lowered his gaze to his coats torn black sleeve. It missed, Ken sighed in relief. The bullet had just grazed his arm, allowing a slight trickle of blood to form around the bullets mark.

"Abyssinian to Bombay, the targets been destroyed. Heading towards the rendezvous point." The tone in the stoic red head seethed in anger, his icy glare befalling Ken in an instant before cladding down the hall ahead of him.

"Copy Abyssinian, Bombay out."

He'd failed him. Aya had been counting on him to back him up. His hesitance the level bellow had almost cost him Aya's life. Something he never wavered in any decision made against it. He'd been distracted, the fraction of the second needed to dodge the knife taken. He was supposed to be Aya's right hand, keeping him safe while he carried out his mission. He'd failed.

He knew what lingered in Aya's eyes before he left him.

He'd lost Aya's trust.

Ken remained hovered above the still and lifeless form, his breathing rapid and shallow. Clenching his eyes shut, he ran a bloodied and quavering hand to his hair, before slowly opening his eyes again and blinking in an attempt to refocus his blurring vision.

Damn.

Slowly managing to raise himself to his feet, the brunette trotted painfully after.

I screwed up.

"Everyone alright?" Omi's voice broke away from the com unit as Aya reached hearing range. Seeing his leader's torn sleeve he rushed to his side. "You're hurt!"

Aya, shaking him away, sidestepped around him, "I'm fine. It just grazed me."

"Where's Ken? I thought he was with you Aya?" Youji's spoke, blowing smoke between parted lips and looking up. Omi's gaze fell to Aya's taken path, searching for any signs of the brunette when the brunette's own voice befell him. "Omi, I'll meet you back home. Siberian out."

"Ken? Are you all right? Are you injured? Ken!"

A moment of silence followed before the brunette finally responded his voice again low and painfully dragged out. "Fine... Siberian… Out." His com unit shut down, turning to static against his ear before Omi could protest.

"What was that about?" Youji asked, pushing away from the tree he'd currently taken seat against, he looked to the silent red head. Omi looked to him in equal puzzlement. "Did something happen, Aya? Is Ken alright?"

Looking to his fellow teammates, Aya's face remained emotionless as he finally spoke, breaking his silence, "He's fine, let's go."

Pulling his bike into the garage, Ken turned off the motorcycles engine before managing to peal himself away from automobile. He didn't register the feel of the cold metal keys as they slipped from his hand or the sound as they clattered to the floor, blood spattered, crossing the basement garage. His mind didn't tell his body to feel the numbing cold the icy rain had caused as it penetrated his clothes or the wind frozen bite marks across his marred skin. All it told him was pain; pain that with any sharp movement caused him to sear in agony. It told him his head felt heavy, weighted down with nauseating pain. And that his heart was weighted, taking a larger toll than that of the pain from the wound...

He'd broken Aya's trust.

Having managed to force himself through the apartment, he stumbled into the bathroom, falling against the wall and sliding to the floor. His head falling back against the walls white paint. Everything felt tired, every part of him ached. He wanted sleep; he wanted to purge himself of the pain. But even more, he wanted to run away... Run away from the pain in his heart. Would Aya ever trust him again?

Taking in a breath, he pealed away from his coat, sliding it down his shoulders and off his arms. Moving to his shirt, he lowered his arms to catch the shirts bottom and slowly lift up and over his head.

He hissed between clenched teeth, the bloodied shirt slowly pealing away from his tainted skin.

With the shirt successfully removed, he surveyed the full extent of the injury. His fingers hovered inches above the wound, shaking weakly. The knife had cut cleanly into his torso, tearing down about an inch and a half in length. He'd have to wrap it tightly to stop the bleeding.

Damn, he'd be out of action for almost a month with a wound like this. Kritiker would be angry. Aya... Aya would be furious…

Tightly wrapping the cloth bandage around his torso, he stumbled from the bathroom, leaving the tainted clothing to stain the floor. And the blood stained trail he left behind till morning.