Note: Weiss Kreuz and its characters, along with the songs in this fanfiction, are not mine. Give credit to those who earned it. I hope you enjoy this! Leave comments!

PS: Songs will be done in bold.

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            It was another warm and sunny day at the flower shop. The men of Weiss were busy with odd jobs as girls of all ages came to watch. The squealing and giggling of the girls were driving Ran mad, while Yohji could not help but laugh. He was, after all, the playboy of the group, and enjoyed nothing more than girls hanging all over him. Ken and Omi were busy with a petunia bouquet, getting it ready for some ball, or at least, that's what they remembered it was for.

"If you're not going to buy anything, then LEAVE!" Ran yelled, placing roses in the window for display.

            Rans movements had caught the attention of a certain florist. Ken couldn't seem to keep his eyes off the tall redhead. His usual orange turtleneck hugged his throat, making it very easy to catch every movement that ran from his mouth to his chest. Most people thought that Ran should get rid of the old thing, but Ken knew that it wasn't going to be going anywhere soon. Moreover, he wasn't about to start complaining. Suddenly realizing that Omi was staring at him, he quickly turned back to the plant.

"What was that all about, Ken?" Omi asked.

"N...nothing. I was just seeing if Ran needed any help. But I think he's got it." The young brunette mumbled.

            Omi wasn't stupid, and neither was Yohji. They both knew what went through the soccer player's head every time the four of them were together. They could only imagine what was going through his head when he was alone with Ran. If only the man would give him the affections that Ken longed for.

            At closing time the guys went downstairs. It was time to go to work. They all sat around the screen as Manx ran over the information.

"So what we have here is a kidnapping spree. Young adults are being kidnapped, and we need to find out what is going on."

"Hunters of the night, deny these dark beasts their tomorrows." Persia commanded, as usual.

            After talking it over, they decided to check out the old underground railroads. All of the victims that they found had been near entranceways to the old stations, so they thought it was the best place to start. Climbing into the seven, they rode off; not knowing what was to take place that night. Or the weeks to follow.

"We should split up." Ken said, checking his bugnuks, making sure they had been sharpened.

            Omi went to station himself on top of the tower, hacking into any system that he could find that would be connected to the train station. Ken, Ran, and Yohji went into the tunnels. Ken went right, Yohji went to the left, and Ran went through the service tunnel.

"I've found something," Omi whispered into his intercom.

"What is it?" Ken asked.

"There's a large amount of energy being used at your end of the tunnel, Ken. Better be careful. You too, Ran. There might be some activity through those corridors. I think they're using them for quick escapes."

"Thanks Omi," Replied Yohji.

            As they walked further into the tunnels, Ken noticed a light coming from a doorway in the wall.

"I think I've got something," He whispered. "I'll let you know."

            Suddenly his intercom went dead. Ran pushed on his, trying to get the signal back.

"Yohji," He murmured, "I'm going down there. Something's not right."

            Ran rushed down the tunnel. Somehow he knew that Ken was in trouble. And he knew he had to help him. There was no way he was going to let the brunette be taken away from him before he even had him.

            By the time he got down to the end of the tunnel, where the light was coming out of the door, all he found was Ken's jacket. But when he took a closer look, he found more than that. There was blood!

"Ken..." Ran, whispered. And suddenly all the blood rushed to his head, his face turning red with anger and hate.

            Unsheathing his katana, he slipped in through the doorway. Inside was a large room, almost like a warehouse. But Ran didn't care; he only wanted to find Ken. As soon as he heard someone walking down the stairs, he jumped on them.

"Where is he?!" He yelled, pushing the sword against the man's throat.

"Wh...who?" The frightened man cried.

"The young brunette. Who took him?"

"I..I don't know!"

            Ran didn't care. He wasn't going to stop until he found his teammate. Plunging the sword into the man's chest, he ran up the stairs. Looking around him, he found nothing. Not another person, not one piece of furniture, there was nothing. It's as if they knew they were coming, and had cleaned everything out before they had a chance to find them.

            Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to swing his weapon.

"Whoa! It's me, man. Did you find him?" The tall blond asked.

"No," The sullen look on his face explained everything. He lowered his blade and knew that the search had ended. For now.

"We need to regroup and figure this out." Yohji quietly stated. Ran knew he was right, but his instinct was to keep looking. He didn't want to give up and he didn't want to go home without him.

            The rest of the group went back to the shop to figure out how to find their lost member. Omi sat at the computer, trying his best to come up with any clues. Yohji stood talking to Manx about the situation, while Ran walked up the stairs. He kept going until he reached the rooftop. Looking out across the city, he thought of only one thing.

"I'll kill anyone who tries to keep you from me," He promised to the stars.

            Meanwhile, only 50 miles from the flower shop, Ken hung, unconscious. Chains were wrapped around his wrists and neck, his clothes were torn, and his jacket missing. Footsteps drew nearer as Ken started to wake up.

"I'm glad to see you're awake," The all too familiar voice said. He couldn't see clearly yet, but Ken knew that voice.

"Schuldig," He growled.

"Glad to see you remember me. How's your head?" The orange haired man asked.

"Couldn't be better," Ken barked back.

"Temper, temper, Ken. Wouldn't want to use up all your energy yet. Not before I've had my uses of you."

"What do you want? Weiss? It's not going to happen."

"Heh. Oh, but I have so many plans for you. Just you wait." He turned to leave.

"I'll never give in," The Weiss member growled.

            It seemed like hours as Ken waited for the orange haired man to come back. Looking around him, he noticed machines that were lined up against the rear wall. Things were hanging from the ceiling, what they were, he could not tell. Looking down he suddenly noticed, for the first time, a drainage pipe. And what seemed to be blood that leaked through it.

"What the hell are they doing?" He asked him, unaware of the dark eyes that were watching him.

            Suddenly his restraints became tighter. His head was snapped backwards as he heard the all too familiar footsteps on the concrete floor. Schuldig walked up to one of the machines and pushed some buttons. He started to mess with other things as Ken tried to focus. He was having a hard time due to the lack of air to his body.

"Having some trouble, are we Ken?" Schuldig laughed.

"Uhhh..." Was all Ken could get out.

"Don't worry," The Schwarz member continued, "This won't hurt. Very much."

            Schuldig grabbed something that had been hanging from above Ken. Pulling it down, he placed it over the brunettes eyes, leaving him blind. Grabbing a couple of wires, he connected them to the chains that held Ken down. Walking over to the consoles, he punched in the codes to start up the machine.

            Suddenly pain overtook Ken's whole body. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. He could feel every single shock and burn course this him, but he couldn't see the satisfaction on Schuldigs face when his screams began to fill the room. He couldn't see anything, since the mask had been placed over his eyes. But he could hear someone's voice. A familiar voice. And suddenly he realized...

"Ran," Ken thought.

            Schuldig walked up behind Ken, enjoying the pain that crossed the Siberian's face. With each shock of energy that surged through Ken's body, a part of him began to break. The voices were tearing him apart. All he could hear was Ran's voice, going over and over. He didn't know how, but these were the conversations he had had with his teammate. Conversations that had constantly tormented him. He remembered the anger he felt every time Ran ignored him, which was pretty often. He only gave the best when it came to Ran. He didn't understand why Abyssinian didn't respond to them. Most importantly, it aggravated him more than anything did. Ever since he had met the tall red head, he knew there was something special about him. But not once were the feelings sent back.

"WHY?!" Ken screamed through his clenched teeth.

"That's it," Schuldig remarked, "Let it out. You hate him for what he does to you. The way he ignores you, torments you with his eyes. You give him everything and ask for nothing in return. Why do you let him do that to you? You deserve better. You deserve to have what you want. You deserve him."

"No...I can't force him," Ken mumbled, exhausted from the pain.

"Why not? He forces you to ignore your feelings. Why shouldn't you force him to do something? It's not fair for him to get everything that he wants, and for you to leave empty handed." Schuldig enforced.

"But I..."

"Love him?" The man laughed, "Even more of a reason to get him to notice you. You deserve everything that you want. It's only fair."

            Every time that Schuldig pressed more about Ken's feelings, he would turn the electricity up, the voices getting louder in Ken's ears, and the shocks coursing stronger and stronger. He didn't know how long he would last, but Ken knew he couldn't give up. It was too easy to give in, but he didn't want to give up.

            Two weeks passed. The remaining members of Weiss were spending every minute looking for Ken. Ran was not about to give up and go home. He was determined to find his teammate. He just hoped that it wasn't too late. No, he would never think that. He knew he wasn't too late. It would never be too late to find him. He knew Ken wouldn't give up if he had been in the same situation. He had to keep trying.

"Ran," Omi quietly spoke up from behind him.

"Yeah?" Replied the distraught man.

"We're going to find him," The younger member mentioned. "I know we will. He's out there, and we won't give up until he's back home."

"Thanks," Ran mumbled as he placed his hand on his forehead.

            He hoped Omi was right. There had been many nights when Ran just wanted to get up and leave, look for Ken on his own. But Omi would soon bring him back to reality. Reminding him that Ken was part of the team, and as a team, they would find him. It had gotten to the point, the very night after it had happened, Yohji had to throw himself in front of Ran. The man nicknamed Abyssinian couldn't keep his thoughts together, they were going in mad circles through his brain. And all he wanted was one thing, the only thing he had really ever cared for besides his sister, was the one thing that had been taken away.

            Ran couldn't help but suppress the sigh that escaped his lips. No matter what, he would never give up hope.

            At that very moment, Ken was huddled in the corner of a dark room. Around his neck was a leather strap that was hooked to a chain, his hands were bound by handcuffs, and he had marks and bruises from all the things that Schuldig had done to him. Two weeks of torment, two weeks of pain and suffering, two weeks of anger building up inside. Schuldigs plan was going exactly the way he wanted it to. Ken was his puppet now, and all he had to do was pull the strings.

            Suddenly a light shone through the crack in the door as it scraped across the metal floor. Placing a lantern down on the small ledge that was supposed to be a table, Schuldig looked down at Ken. With lifeless eyes, Ken returned the stare, any sign of resistance had been shattered. There was nothing left of the Ken that everyone loved. He was a mere pawn in Schwarz's eye, only a toy they would later throw away. He meant nothing to them.

"It's time to take you out for a test drive," Schuldig implied.

            Unlocking the chains and restraints, two large men dragged Ken to a medium sized room. There was nothing in there but a large screen and a table. Leaving him, the men left, but not before placing a rather large knife on the table. Ken stood there, his mind doing nothing more than concentrating on his breathing. Schuldig was behind the one wall, where there was a two way mirror, and began his so-called test. He gently placed a video tape into the machine on the desk, and pushed play. At first, the screen was nothing more than static. But it soon came into view that it was a tape of someone. Someone Ken knew.

            That red hair, and that orange turtleneck, Ken thought. Those were the roses he put together for Mrs. Yakowa last month...and that was the soccer ball he gave me for my birthday.

            The thoughts of everything Ken and Ran had done soon came rushing back to him. But instead of feeling like his normal self, something was different. Threateningly different. Ken's blood began to boil, his heart raced faster with each second, and only one thought crossed his mind.

"STOP IGNORING ME!!!" Ken yelled.

            Suddenly realizing that there was a weapon laying only two feet away, Ken turned and picked it up. As the knife glistened in his hand, he threw the table out of the way. Looking up at the big screen that lay in front of him, he could only think of one thing. Flipping the knife over in his hand, he ran at the image of Ran. Schuldig couldn't help but smile as the screen ripped apart, followed by the throwing of the table into the wall. Ken slammed his fist into the wall, his breath out of control, as the Schwarz member pushed another button. Slightly behind the soccer player's ear was a small device. It was Schuldig's way of knowing that Ken wouldn't disappoint him, wouldn't finish the job before the orange haired man thought it was finished.

"Let's call it a day before you break," He murmured.

            The two men who had brought Ken into that room came into to take him out. Placing his restraints back on him, they led him to another room. This room had a bed, a table, and a pile of what seemed like new clothes. Once they were in the room, they removed the chains, and left him to Schuldig.

"You might as well be comfortable your last night here, Ken." He smirked, running his finger along Ken's chin.

"What...was that?" Ken mumbled, not sure if he was even talking or if it was just his imagination.

"That's what you call anger," The other man replied, "It's a great way of getting what you want."

            Grabbing Ken by the shirt collar, Schuldig pulled him closer. He was close enough to smell the sweat off the Siberian's face. His other hand wrapped its fingers around the brunette's chin, and leaned in. Ken would have normally pushed away, but by now, he was used to it. He even expected it. It was what Schuldig did.

"Are you ready for your last test?" The man asked him, his lips just centimeters away.

"Yes," Ken replied, sending a chill down the spine of his captor.

"Good."

            A few hours later Ken and Schuldig, alone with the two men who seemed to accompany them everywhere, pulled up to the apartment where Ran lived. They knew he wouldn't be home; he'd be out looking for Ken. They'd kept surveillance on him for the last two weeks, recording everything he had done. Not once had he gone home. Schuldig and Ken stepped out of the van and walked right up to the front door. Now, normally Schuldig would have taken a more "stealthy" approach, but he knew it wasn't necessary. Walking to the back of the building they entered through a fire escape. Climbing up the stairs, the top window was open, and Schuldig stopped.

"This is where you go alone." He ordered. "Look through his things, see if you can find anything of use for us."

            Ken nodded his head. He was now wearing black pants, a green tank top, and his bugnuks. He stepped through the window, and walked straight into Ran's room. He was wearing a pair of goggles that could send images to Schuldig in the van. To make sure everything went according to plan. Turning on the small light in the corner of his goggles he could finally see what was in the room.

            Ken looked down at the table and saw a picture of the entire Weiss team. He was standing next to Ran, smiling, and looked like he couldn't be happier.

            Your cruel deep eyes

            Your blood, like ice

            One look could kill

            My pain, your thrill.

            The anger started to boil up inside of him. Grabbing the picture he squeezed it, breaking the glass.

            I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)

            I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

            Throwing the picture against the wall, it shattered in small fragments. Looking around he found the same orange turtle neck that the red head had worn so many times before.

            I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

            I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

            You're poison running through my veins

            You're poison, I don't want to break these chains.

            Ken couldn't understand how Ran could treat him that way. Or more to the point, how he couldn't treat him the way he should have. Grabbing the shirt he held it between his fingers. The raw feeling of the cotton burnt his skin, the way the hate burned through his heart.

            Your mouth, so hot

            Your web, I'm caught

            Your skin, so wet

            Black lace on sweat.

            Using his bugnuks he shredded the shirt beyond recognition. The only way he could tell it was that shirt, was by it's ever lasting smell of Ran. Suddenly, he could hear his voice inside of his head. Unknown to him, Schuldig was in the van and had decided to take it a step farther. He wasn't going fast enough for the Schwarz members needs.

            I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)

            I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.

            Ken slammed his fist through the wall, trying to get the voice out of his mind. Picking up a lamp he threw it into the mirror.

"AAAARRRRGHHHHH!" He screamed, his hands on either side of his head. He tried desperately to get them to stop.

            Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)

            I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

            You're poison running through my veins

            You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

            Poison

            Swaying through the door, he slammed into the wall. Looking up he noticed pictures and a small dresser. Ripping the pictures down, he slammed his bugnuks into the side of the dresser, turning it over as he pulled it up. Smashing his fists into it repeatedly he moved onto the next object. Turning around, he came face to face with the mirror. The wild look in his eyes, the sweat pouring off his face, Ken had finally come to the last of his patience.

            One look could kill

            My pain, your thrill

            Ken hurtled his head into the mirror, the shards of glass stuck out of his forehead. But he didn't care. He only had one thing he had to do, and at what cost, he didn't care.

            I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)

            I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

            I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

            I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

            You're poison running through my veins

            You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

            Poison

            Stumbling into the living room, he found something that he never thought he would. It was the soccer ball that Ran had given him for his birthday. But instead of it being full and round like most soccer balls are, it was flat and had been torn apart. That was it, he couldn't take it anymore. If Ran wasn't going to notice him, then he would make him notice. Even if it meant killing him.

            I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)

            I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

            I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

            I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah

            I don't want to break these chains

            Poison, oh no

            Runnin' deep inside my veins,

            Burnin' deep inside my veins

            It's poison

            I don't wanna break these chains

            Poison

            Soon the TV had been thrown into the kitchen table, the chairs and sofa had been turned upside down, and even the soccer ball had been shredded. There was nothing left that had not been touched by Ken. Dishes had been broken, the telephone had been pulled out of it's socket, and all windows had been broken. By now, Schuldig was certain that Ken could, and would, get the job done. There was no mistaking that.

            In a mere second, Ken was laying on the floor. Standing behind him, Schuldig held a device in his hand, a small remote that would work on the piece behind the young man's ear. He knew that if he hadn't used it, then Ken would have kept going. To what extent, he wasn't sure. He just had to make sure his new toy didn't get broken before he needed it to.

To be continued.....

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