((This is the unedited version of 'Call me Ran' ))
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The pitter patter of rain outside used to be comforting. On
long lost gray days he could sit in front of the shop window,
glad for the rain, there to wash away the smell of the streets,
to give coolness in the hot summer and even quiet and peace during
those long school months when the girls would come screaming and
giggling through the shop like a tornado of high pitched voices...
Yes that was the sound of peace the sound of purity and of a new
start. How come the rain didn't sound so good now? It was no comfort
to him, no comfort to the small blond sitting in the shop window
hugging his fuzzy robe close to his trembling fragile form. It
was not a new start, it was not peace. The pitter patter of rain
outside meant that somewhere out there Aya was crying. The sky
felt those deep sorrows hidden so well behind amethyst eyes, the
only one that could see and feel anything other then that icy
glare Aya hid behind most of his life.
And Omi's wet cheeks, his agitated blue eyes that still rained
down tears of his own, washing over his flustered cheeks as he
watched the window in hope, in vein.
It had been hours now, hours he had been standing at that window,
he had watched Aya's car headlights pull out of the garage and
watched them speed away into the darkness, it had started to rain
moments after and Omi had felt this sick feeling in his stomach
that eventually gave way to stop his tears. He sat still, and
now those tears had returned in full fury, they burned his eyes
and set fire to the sobs he let out. He hoped not to wake Yohji
or Ken, he didn't want to disturb his teammates he knew Yohji
had to do early shift in the morning and Ken had soccer practice
that evening and was worn out. But most of all, he didn't want
them to see him like this.
Small fragile hands used for simple things like typing on a keyboard,
but also used to end peoples lives, he put his hands together
and let the blanket he had been holding around him slip to the
floor, his P.J.s only thing around his cold form now. He sat in
the windowsill, silent tears now as he watched the road suck the
rain from the sky, he watched the dark street, searching for those
two piercing pillars of light.
Aya's porche was parked outside of some seedy place on the
wrong side of Tokyo.
It was parked on a angle, taking up to parking spaces in this
world that longed for space he had taken up enough for two. The
front end in one, the back end in the other.
He hadn't stopped to correct himself and he wouldn't stop anytime
tonight, his hands were still shaking after the rain had soaked
into his thin white tank top Ken had given him for one of his
Birthday presents. Silly Ken and his sports where, it was meant
to breath and was very light Aya almost never wore it, except
to bed.
Anyway it was soaked now and he hadn't bothered to put on a coat
so his wet white shirt became a creamy color like his skin and
slung to him like the death cold rain outside. His eyes never
looked up from his hands, he watched them tremble, watched them
shake and clench into fists as a certain word that blond boy had
said to him resurfaced. Those shouts, those tears he had seen
on Omi's tanned cheeks, those blue eyes so cull of miserable understanding.
Why did Omi have to understand everything about him? Even things
he wanted no one to understand, Omi knew, it's like the blond
boy could see right through his every thought. Like Omi knew him.
His hands hadn't stopped shaking in quite awhile now, they still
trembled and it was hard to even get the drink down fast enough
before it shook all over him and stained his white shirt. He had
promised himself he would never drink, he would never do such
things. Waist his life like his partner Yohji had done for ever
it seemed. He had promised himself that his last drink would be
that first one Yohji had bought him on hi first birthday with
Weiss, the same day Ken had given him this shirt and Omi...
Omi had given him a card with signatures of the rest of the gang
on it and a picture of them all. He wished Omi hadn't given him
that card. He wished Omi would just stop looking into his eyes
and stop ebbing away his hard work. He had worked hard to build
iron doors around his tattered and broken heart. Yet the blond
persisted. and now that he had Aya's doors down, now that they
were so close...Even the little things shot Aya into a frenzy,
and made him tremble with his rash and sometimes stupid emotions
that overpowered his regular thinking patterns. They ran amok
in his head now, those things he would rather not have making
his blood hot.
Aya Drank more, settling to drink until his hands stopped shaking,
until this tight chest relaxed until he could control himself,
until he no longer felt this stabbing at his ribcage. The night
went on like that for some time, until Aya's hands no longer shook,
until his head was barely hanging up, until his bright clear eyes
were clouded over with intoxication and until the bar tendered
refused to feed him anymore drinks.
Someone sat beside him, a soft arm went around his strong shoulders
and Aya's violet eyes lulled closed, he sighed and his body went
limp, leaning against this stranger who seemed so comforting,
although he could not recall why he needed to be comforted, his
head rolled over and slumped against the mans shoulders with a
comforted sigh Aya let the other play long fingers against his
stretched out neck, stoking him softly and gently.
"Your thoughts are so very sad." Said a deep voice filled
with a strange accent that Aya frowned, he knew that accent from
somewhere, wasn't that dangerous? but the thought didn't stay
long enough to cause any warning bells in his head to go off and
so the red head groaned softly, letting out air he had been holding
inside of him, nodding his head at the others statements. The
other man smelt like foreign cologne and leather and Aya didn't
want to open his eyes so he just kept them closed, smiling slightly
when the other mans hand took his in his own, holding it lightly
as the other long fingers ran from Aya's ear down to his shoulder,
his bare skin felt cold and this man was so warm. Aya snuggled
closer and it earned him a soft chuckle, also warm and delightful,
from the accented man.
"Affectionate, you just needed someone to hold you Aya, didn't
you?" the man asked and then rested his hand on Aya's hip.
by this time Aya was almost willing to crawl right in this comforting
mans lap, his head lulled softly against the others chest instead
of his shoulder, Aya's cold hands folded over one of foreign mans
hands and brought it close up to his chest and then to his face.
"There you go, your fine, safe." said the accented voice
that Aya still struggled to pin point where he had heard it. His
frown was soon washed away though, as well as that persisting
thought in the back of his head. As soft lips kissed his cold
wet flesh and sent warm sensations up Aya's spine and over his
body. Aya frowned slightly the first few times, taking his hands
and refusing the warm kisses, they were far further then soft
touches. And although pleasant and although Aya was so drunk he
was about to pass out, he knew that kisses from a strange guy
was not always a good thing.
And yet the stranger persisted, Aya could even feel the others
lips turn into a smirk as he kissed Aya and Aya's hand tried to
brush the others face away.
"What's the matter? I can tell you don't mind this."
Whispered the others voice and Aya frowned more, shaking his head
but the others one hand caught both of his and his violet eyes
still didn't open, shaking his head Aya's frown turned into a
slight growl and he resisted yet the mans other hand caught his
jaw and he pulled Aya's face forward.
Soft lips that tasted of vodka pressed against his, meeting up
with the grooves of his own, fitting perfectly like some sort
of puzzle piece. Aya's eyes shot open but only long enough to
struggle against the green eyes and fiery hair that he saw.
The struggle was short, in the end Schuldig could let go of
Aya's hands because they came up and around the Germans neck and
Schuldig had to do little forceful things after that, Aya's sweet,
needy kisses swept over his face over his lips and neck. The German
knew that Aya would be a treat, just not this much of a treat.
he hadn't expected the red head to need so much, his thoughts
exploded almost angrily at him, telling Schuldig everything he
needed to know, just where to touch Aya, where he needed and wanted
to be touched.
The German smiled his smug smirk as Aya sat in his lap, either
side of Schuldigs long torso was Ayas muscled and elegant legs
as Aya snuggled close to him, the red head seemed to like licking
his neck, not to Schuldigs protest.
Aya felt a fire inside him rise, his body feeling hotter then
normal and every time Schuldigs warm flesh touched his, he could
feel his muscles tremble under those knowing hands.
Schuldigs hands ran over his stomach and his muscles clenched
and quivered, Schuldigs palms teased the insides of his thighs
and Aya felt his knees quake, his head leaning back letting his
body be exposed to the very thing he had struggled against in
the beginning. and Schuldig kissed the middle of his chest softly,
nuzzling his throat lovingly and Aya could only whimper and pull
the German closer, he knew very well who it was, he knew very
well what he was doing. He just didn't care, Schuldig had come
to him, when he was in need, he had come to him.
"Let me make you better Ran..." Schuldig whispered into
the Drunken assassins ear and Aya trembled under the hot breath.
"...I'll heal your sad thoughts...I want to make you feel
good." He whispered as he ran long fingers down the nape
of Aya's neck onto his sensitive spine.
Aya, who hadn't said a word this entire time, nodded softly against
Schuldigs neck, he wanted to feel good, he wanted to feel better.
"...Please..." He whispered to Schuldigs warm neck and
Schuldig nodded, pulling Aya into his arms and getting up.
Aya's legs still around him, holding onto Schuldigs neck, his
face hidden under that beautiful flaming orange hair, long and
over his own red locks.
it only took Schuldigs one arm to hold the drunk Aya up to him
the other he used to open the door and slip out the back of the
bar.
It was quiet in the house, so peaceful and so quiet, no one
had gone to the bathroom to throw up, not once had someone came
crying into his room for some sort of comfort. not once had Farfarello
gotten out from his bed space. All was quiet and Nagi couldn't
help but think. Where the hell was Schuldig?
Nights were never quiet around here with him around, the German
slept all day and tormented people at night, he supposed it was
easier for Schuldig to live at night, when there were less people
thinking at him, less people who he could hear thoughts from.
He didn't envy the German, he would never want to have his power,
no way would he want to know who was thinking what about who for
every second of his life.
he supposed that Schuldig had been extra irritating because he
and Bradley had been fighting and when they fought Schuldig couldn't
sleep with Bradley, who often let Schuldig sleep peacefully who
those powerful mind shields of his.
But Bradley rarely let Schuldig sleep near him without the cruel
American using Schuldigs body first, and Schu really had no choice
but to give himself up if he wanted to sleep peacefully for any
amount of time.
Nagi thought it was pathetic that for the past few weeks Schuldig
had been sneaking into his room sobbing at night for some peace
and quiet, for a break from the voices in his head.
Begging Nagi to just shield him, just for five minuets.
the sound of the door confirmed that Nagi was right, Schuldig
had been out drinking again, one of the many ways he had found
to cope with his Bradley withdraws. The boy sighed, his bright
blue eyes finely closing and he laid his dark haired head on the
pillow to go back to sleep, as long as Schu was home...Everything
would be ok.
Schuldig struggled to keep up with Aya's fiery demands, so
much Aya had barely let him open the door, he struggled to be
quiet, to still the night air, after all they were in his place,
in the very laying place of Schwarz, who would sooner kill Aya
then look at him.
so Schuldig tried to keep Aya hot, the red head clung to him with
his legs more then his arms, kissing him passionately as Schuldig
struggled to get the door to his room open.
Finally doing so Schuldig didn't bother to flick on a light, didn't
bother to do much but put Aya down on the desk he had his music
on.
"Wait three seconds hot cakes." He said with a wink
of his emerald eyes, Aya clung to the German but let him go in
the end and Schuldig quickly flicked on a lamp by his bed only
to shove all of the stuff off of the sloppy looking thing then
he returned to Aya, still catching his breath.
Aya watched the German, who was just as desperate for attention
as he was, and when he came back over Aya wrapped his arms around
his neck again, he didn't know where they were or even who else
was here, he didn't really care. All he could think about was
how warm those kissed were on his neck as Schuldig reached up
his shirt, finding hard nipples and running teasing fingers over
the sensitive things Aya bit his lip to keep the groan from coming
and his own hands ran down from Schuldigs neck to over his chest
where he unbuttoned the white shirt he had on and slowly moved
it off of Schuldigs muscled shoulders and chest, it took only
seconds for Schuldig to let it slide off of his form and land
on the ground crumpled and in darkness.
Schuldig pulled Aya's tank top off of his head and did the same,
feeling that pail white flesh against his was something else.
he had seen Aya's body move in battle, it was something amazing
and he wondered if it moved just as good while he was doing everything
else, just as graceful.
Aya moved forward and pulled the German closer to him with his
feet and legs, so their bodies were pressed together, Aya's hands
over Schuldigs main of fiery hair and Schuldig only had to turn
around and let them both drop onto the bed, Aya's arms and body
sprawled bout beneath the heavy German man.
"You do realize how beautiful you are...so elegant..."
Schuldig said and Ayas violet eyes opened to watch Schuldig for
a few seconds, a puzzled frown.
This wasn't about him, it was about feeling better and oh god
Aya wanted to feel better.
yet Schuldigs skilled hands made room between his baggy black
pants and his body to fit over Aya's more sensitive parts, sending
a warm rush of blood downwards that made Aya groan passionately,
his hands grasped the headboard of Schuldigs bed and he pushed
Schuldigs hands away with his knees, pulling his body up with
his legs around Schuldigs and he pushed their bodies together,
rubbing the tight crotch of Schuldigs jeans against his own, the
feeling generating a gasp from Schuldig who, almost as an automated
response reached down and pinch bit Ayas flawless stomach, leaving
a little purple bruise and Aya pushed harder against the others
body, his hips pushing up against Schuldig who seemed to be overwhelmed
with it all, so much so that Aya was surprised to feel Schuldigs
hands down his pants, which were half way down his ass already
anyway, cool liquid on his fingertips that made Aya gasp and Schuldig
chuckled at catching the other off guard. Aya gave one last hard
vengeful thrust at the others chuckle and Schuldig dropped the
tube of lubrication and then Aya, ever skill full with his toned
body, kicked up his feet and tore down Schuldigs pants with his
toes, wrapping his legs around the others legs and rubbed Schuldigs
hard member with his bare ass, he could feel it throb against
him and longed for Schuldig to force it into him, he was ready,
even when Schuldig put the cold lubrication all around the entrance
he wanted to use Aya still remained hot, the others fingers seemed
to just tease him and he breathed hard against Schuldig, sweat
on his pail body.
"It's enough...Just..." and as soon as Schuldigs hands
were out of the way impatient Aya moved his own body into position
and pushed his hips onto Schuldig, his thighs trembling against
Schuldigs sides as he felt hot throbbing Schuldig pulse inside
of his bowls he closed his eyes, feeling every thick throb of
Schuldigs member.
"Friggen Hell Ran..." Schuldig panted as Aya seemed
content on making him feel so utterly helpless even though he
was the one who was supost to be the man...It seemed unfair but
Schuldig couldn't help but be seduced and as Aya enveloped him
Schuldig groaned out, the beginning of hot love, the idea of Aya
all around him made him shiver, now that it was happening he could
only just do his best to keep up as Aya started to fuck his hard
shaft, not this wasn't the way conventional he had done things,
but he liked this way much better.
The throbbing of Schuldig inside him was eventually too much and
Aya had to start to move, first with the pulsating shaft inside
him, just forcing it deep within him, filling himself. Filling
that empty void that was him, with Schuldig. Then when there was
no more of Schuldig to swallow he pushed his body against the
other, moving Schuldigs head over and back over his warm walls,
the sensation of stretching to meet that need was a bitter sweet
pleasure and pain.
and Aya eventually just flipped Schuldig over, sitting atop the
other he felt Schuldig rise to meet every one of his pushes with
thrusts, first soft and then powerful, getting Aya to places he
would of never been able to get by himself, he felt Schuldig penetrate
him so deeply he thought that he might never be able to shrink
back to size.
he cried out, Schuldigs name echoing as he felt the others hard
shaft shot hot seed and Ayas cry was bitter sweet, reaching climax
meant the end would be soon and even though Aya felt himself reach
the peak and fall over he felt tears stream down his face as he
collapsed atop of Schuldig, the sticky sweet smell of their love
surrounding him as he rested his face against Schuldigs panting
chest. his hands clung to Schuldigs shoulders, his body shaking,
and yet as he looked up at the sound of a door opening the bright
light was all blurry, his vision only half as his eyes closed
and the last thing he could hear was a voice, sounding like Omi
without the joyful emotion, like a monotone Omi, saying Schuldigs
name in a scolding tone as he fell out into darkness against Schuldigs
comforting chest, his German lovers arm around him.
"Schuldig, how could you bring him here!? Bradley is gonna
KILL YOU!" Nagi hissed in a worried tone, his bright blue
eyes searched over the red heads placid face.
"Isn't he beautiful Nagi?" schudlig asked as he caressed
Aya's sleeping head, watching him sleep with a type of admiration
one only got when they were as elegant as a swan and yet as manly
as a samurai.
"Schuldig!" Nagi slapped the back of his teammates head,
trying to clear his senses. He had come to see if Schu was ok
only to find this!!!!
"Owe...That hurt." Schuldig said as he rubbed the back
of his head, Nagi glared, his cute blue eyes looked so innocent
even in their death glare they looked more like a pout.
"Come on Nagi...He was practical begging for attention,
poor man just needed some love, just like me." Schuldig said
and Nagi sighed as he stood up, pacing at the foot of Schuldigs
bed.
"that's all fine and dandy but...What are you going to do
now..." Nagi took one look at the pleading on Schuldigs face
and knew just what Schuldig was planning to do and he shook his
head violently.
"...No!!!! No! you can't keep him Schuldig! All your pets
die! And Bradley would never let you."
"Awe...But he could be useful to our team...He could get
us coffee and stuff...Nagi what if we don't tell Bradley...What
if brad don't know who it is..." Nagi scoffed at Schuldig.
"I'm not helping you with this one, you crazy bastard."
Nagi said as he stormed over to the door, casting Schuldig one
last glare.
"Your on your own..." and with that he slammed the door
and was gone leaving Schuldig to pounder things.
The German man sighed heavily and shifted back into the bed, pulling
the covers up over Aya's back, they had been up when Nagi had
came in. he snuggled the red head closer and Aya held Schuldig
closer.
"Ah...sleep." Schuldig said and softly touched Aya's
temple and fell asleep with a smile almost instantly.
The next morning was no longer gray like the night had been
and when Aya woke he found himself in his German lovers arms,
he couldn't' recall how he had gotten there but could vaguely
feel the feeling that he and Schuldig had made some sort of promise,
and Schuldig had kept his end of the bargain. It took only a few
moments to remember the events of last night, the feeling of dried
cum was more then enough to remind him and after frowning for
a few seconds, Ayas normal look was a frown, a warm smile cracked
his lips and he softly leaned down to kiss Schuldigs forehead,
that face looked so much more pretty when it wasn't smirking smugly
as schudlig beat you up despite your best efforts.
Schuldig groaned and moved, smiling warmly before smacking his
lips and snuggling back into sleep.
Aya got out of Schuldigs messed bed, his pail skin full of Schuldigs
little love bites and suck marks. Aya smiled fondly as he searched
his body for them, each one bringing back a little piece of the
memory he had with Schuldig.
Schuldig woke up quite a bit later then Aya and he was only
awoke because he felt himself get cold.
he opened up his mind and softly searched the room, finding Aya's
mind quite near him he smiled and put out a soft glowing emotion
towards Aya, he called it a mental hug. A Soft fuzzy feeling of
warmth that wrapped around your brain.
When his eyes met Ayas ,because Aya wasn't sure what that feeling
was but had looked to the only other person in the room, Schuldig
smiled softly and his one hand motioned for Aya to come over.
Aya was in his bath robe and looked wet like he had just finished
using his shower and so Aya came over to the bed, his elegant
movement folding his legs underneath him so he could sit near
Schuldig.
And they leaned into one another and Schuldig got warm soft kissing
first thing in the morning. They both smiled when done, Schuldigs
hand coming up to brush Ayas wet ear tails away from his pretty
face.
"Good morning beautiful." he whispered and Aya nearly
blushed.
Ken opened the shop in the morning, he and Yohji did every
Tuesday. The birds were singing happily and the sun had just finished
drying the rain from the night before, it was April after all
and showers were common and welcome by most. everything was perfectly
in place, nothing missing nothing gone wrong, ken had just finished
putting up the new arrangements Omi had made the day before. They
were stunning in colors of red and white, almost like valentines
day flowers and Ken was sure they would sell quite fast.
Yohji made his way down stairs, with a cup of coffee for the both
of them.
"Where did Omi go?" Asked the older blond and Ken took
a gulp of his coffee before answering.
"Went to go get some milk, I ate the rest of it with my cereal."
"Ok."
"He should be back fairly soon."
The rain had just been evaporated, and the nice warm sunshine
was so nice and the smell of the nearby noodle vendor just made
the small blond boys stomach growl. He wasn't in a hurry so he
stopped to get some for lunch.
Sitting by the parked bike he munched on the noodles quietly watching
the pigeons squabble over some bird seed laid out by an old woman.
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'Schuldig, I don't want to leave...'
'...I don't want you to leave either Aya...but I can't see a way
for you to stay...'
'...'
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Something caught Omi's eye, a slight flash of red, a image
of someone he thought gone out of his life forever, something
from the past.
he nearly dropped his noodles out of the scare, then put them
down and got on his bike, racing towards that image in hopes...
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'...Pleas Schuldig...Do it, it's the only way.'
'...Aya...your life, your friends...your sister...What will
they do without you?'
'...I don't care anymore...Schuldig I don't want to leave'
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Omi skidded to a stop, waving his arms violently, leaving his bike on the sidewalk and dashing through the heavy traffic, nearly getting hit twice he grabbed onto the mans coat, swinging the larger, older red head around, big blue eyes full or tears and amazement.
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'...don't you want to say goodbye?'
'No.'
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"Aya...Aya where have you been! I have missed you so much! Why did you leave, Why!? I'm sorry Aya...I'm sorry for fighting with you, please come back!" Omi sobbed, clinging to Aya, who was beyond all doubt Aya, he had the same eyes face...Same way he walked.
"Excuse me...do I know you?" Asked Ran, his green
eyes blinking as the other blond boy hugged him, he didn't want
to push the poor boy away, the poor thing looked traumatized.
"What are you saying?" Omi looked up and realized the
color of Aya's eyes,no longer those beautiful violet eyes so cold
and icy he had fallen so madly in love with.
"Aya..." Omi whispered, reaching up to touch his face
and the man frowned and batted his hand away.
"...What's happened to you? Aya?"
"I don't know who you are talking about...My name is Ran."
said Ran with a puzzled frown, taking the boys arms away from
around him and then stepping away.
"...you must be mistaken..."
"No!..you are Aya Fu-..."
"...Ran..." Schuldig came up from behind, appearing
out of the crowd and put and arm around his lovers waist, softly
kissing his cheek.
"Is something the matter?" He asked and Ran took Schuldigs
hand and shook his head, bright green eyes still frowning.
"No...This boy just mistook me for someone else." he
said with a smile at the blond boy.
Omi just stood there without blinking or moving, so completely
shocked by all this, his heart felt about to break.
"good luck finding whom ever it may be your looking for."
Said Aya as he turned away, Schuldig was the only one to look
back over his shoulder at Omi with a smug smirk on his face as
Aya wrapped his arm around the Germans waist and they disappeared
back into the crowd.
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'...I don't want to remember anymore Schuldig...Please, let me
start new, with you.'
'...Are you sure Aya?'
'Yes...Please, call me Ran.'
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