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Hey Crimson Flames here! This is my first fanfic and I'm a little nervous. Well anyway I just wanted to say sadly none of the Weiss Boys belong to me so please don't sue!! I don't have the money for it! Well anyway this is mainly about Ran/Aya whatever you want to call him and the rest of the Weiss Boys are being controlled by Schwartz! And end up overdosing my poor Ran baby! Read more to find out what happens!
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Aya stumbled into the Keneko. His head spinning, vision blurred. His scarlet locks dripping with sweat. Pain ran through his entire body.
Leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, breathing heavily, he gasped for breath. He stared at the wall clock stationed on the wall above the oven. From what he could see the clock read twelve twelve.
Yohji, Omi, and Ken would be returning soon. They were out for early morning deliveries. Aya thankfully had just returned from some. He wanted to make sure to be in his room by the time they returned. But the pain, the awful pain. He wasn't sure he could make it up all those stairs in time.
Pushing himself away from the wall he began his long journey to the stair well. He wasn't sure he could make it up all those stairs. He had to pause every few steps to catch his breath.
The room spun around him. He closed his eyes and the spinning stopped. Blinking away the tears that had swelled up in his eyes he continued his way up the stairs. He stumbled, falling to the ground, and slid down the three or four stairs he had previously tried so hard to get up. His stitches splitting open as his side met with the linoleum covered stairs. He grunted in pain, blood spilling out of his open gash, covering the bottom of his black and white shirt he was so fond of.
"Shit" He mumbled grabbing his side and taking hold of the banister. Using the wall for support he again began to work his way up the stairs. Finally he reached the top; the bottom of his shirt was now covered in crimson liquid.
Reaching his room he quickly but carefully slipped his dark shirt off exposing his white back. Examining his stitches, he slowly but carefully worked his way to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, he grabbed a handful of cotton balls, gauze, gauze tape, and the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Dabbing the cotton balls in the peroxide he then placed them against his now open gash. He felt the cool liquid seep into his now open stitches, the stinging bubbles invading his gash. He then wrapped it with the gauze. He knew he would have to get it restitched in a few days.
Leaving all the supplies he slowly worked his way back to his room. He grabbed his red silk button up shirt. He out it on and buttoned all the buttons but the top few. Suddenly an immense pain hit him out of nowhere, a stabbing pain that invaded his entire body. It seemed to linger more around his heart. The pain brought him to his knees. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. Blood oozed from his lip, soaking his chin. He sat there crouched in a hunched position, grabbing his shirt where his heart would be located if it was there with his left hand and wrapped his right hand firmly around his stomach. He sat there for a few more minutes like that, sweat drenched his entire body, and he gasped. He was having trouble breathing. Hacking, Aya turned his eyes to the clock.
"12:27," he read out loud, "they're late," and with that he let the darkness take him.
"Aya! We're back!" Omi's voice rang through the Keneko.
"Where is he?" Ken asked.
"I'm not sure. Where's Yohji?"
"He's grabbing lunch out of the car."
Yohji entered the room carrying a few grocery sacks and a beer in his left hand. Ken and Omi were so occupied searching the house they didn't even notice his arrival.
"What are you two doing?" Yohji questioned.
"Looking for Aya" they replied in unison.
"He's missing?"
"Yeah we can't find him."
"We have to find him. Now!" Yohji hollered.
The three of them split up to search the house. Omi went through the basement. Ken continued searching the main floor and Yohji searched the upstairs. Yohji searched the entire upstairs before checking Aya's room. He'd known all along that that was where he would find him. Opening the door to Aya's room he chuckled, "Well, I hadn't expected to find you like this." He entered the room silently. Walking over to where Aya sat silently crouched. Kicking him in the side he laughed, "You'll finally get what you deserve; it will be loads of fun." He smiled picking Aya's lifeless body up and flinging it over his shoulder.
"Yes, loads of fun." He laughed setting him on the bed. "Sleep while you can cause the last few hours of your life will be sure hell, at least for you anyway. We'll make sure of that." With that he shut the door and turned out the light. "Sleep well."
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Hey thanks so much for reading! Make sure to review! I will not post more until I get some reviews so if you liked it speak up! Thanks.
Hey Crimson Flames here! This is my first fanfic and I'm a little nervous. Well anyway I just wanted to say sadly none of the Weiss Boys belong to me so please don't sue!! I don't have the money for it! Well anyway this is mainly about Ran/Aya whatever you want to call him and the rest of the Weiss Boys are being controlled by Schwartz! And end up overdosing my poor Ran baby! Read more to find out what happens!
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Aya stumbled into the Keneko. His head spinning, vision blurred. His scarlet locks dripping with sweat. Pain ran through his entire body.
Leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, breathing heavily, he gasped for breath. He stared at the wall clock stationed on the wall above the oven. From what he could see the clock read twelve twelve.
Yohji, Omi, and Ken would be returning soon. They were out for early morning deliveries. Aya thankfully had just returned from some. He wanted to make sure to be in his room by the time they returned. But the pain, the awful pain. He wasn't sure he could make it up all those stairs in time.
Pushing himself away from the wall he began his long journey to the stair well. He wasn't sure he could make it up all those stairs. He had to pause every few steps to catch his breath.
The room spun around him. He closed his eyes and the spinning stopped. Blinking away the tears that had swelled up in his eyes he continued his way up the stairs. He stumbled, falling to the ground, and slid down the three or four stairs he had previously tried so hard to get up. His stitches splitting open as his side met with the linoleum covered stairs. He grunted in pain, blood spilling out of his open gash, covering the bottom of his black and white shirt he was so fond of.
"Shit" He mumbled grabbing his side and taking hold of the banister. Using the wall for support he again began to work his way up the stairs. Finally he reached the top; the bottom of his shirt was now covered in crimson liquid.
Reaching his room he quickly but carefully slipped his dark shirt off exposing his white back. Examining his stitches, he slowly but carefully worked his way to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, he grabbed a handful of cotton balls, gauze, gauze tape, and the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Dabbing the cotton balls in the peroxide he then placed them against his now open gash. He felt the cool liquid seep into his now open stitches, the stinging bubbles invading his gash. He then wrapped it with the gauze. He knew he would have to get it restitched in a few days.
Leaving all the supplies he slowly worked his way back to his room. He grabbed his red silk button up shirt. He out it on and buttoned all the buttons but the top few. Suddenly an immense pain hit him out of nowhere, a stabbing pain that invaded his entire body. It seemed to linger more around his heart. The pain brought him to his knees. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. Blood oozed from his lip, soaking his chin. He sat there crouched in a hunched position, grabbing his shirt where his heart would be located if it was there with his left hand and wrapped his right hand firmly around his stomach. He sat there for a few more minutes like that, sweat drenched his entire body, and he gasped. He was having trouble breathing. Hacking, Aya turned his eyes to the clock.
"12:27," he read out loud, "they're late," and with that he let the darkness take him.
"Aya! We're back!" Omi's voice rang through the Keneko.
"Where is he?" Ken asked.
"I'm not sure. Where's Yohji?"
"He's grabbing lunch out of the car."
Yohji entered the room carrying a few grocery sacks and a beer in his left hand. Ken and Omi were so occupied searching the house they didn't even notice his arrival.
"What are you two doing?" Yohji questioned.
"Looking for Aya" they replied in unison.
"He's missing?"
"Yeah we can't find him."
"We have to find him. Now!" Yohji hollered.
The three of them split up to search the house. Omi went through the basement. Ken continued searching the main floor and Yohji searched the upstairs. Yohji searched the entire upstairs before checking Aya's room. He'd known all along that that was where he would find him. Opening the door to Aya's room he chuckled, "Well, I hadn't expected to find you like this." He entered the room silently. Walking over to where Aya sat silently crouched. Kicking him in the side he laughed, "You'll finally get what you deserve; it will be loads of fun." He smiled picking Aya's lifeless body up and flinging it over his shoulder.
"Yes, loads of fun." He laughed setting him on the bed. "Sleep while you can cause the last few hours of your life will be sure hell, at least for you anyway. We'll make sure of that." With that he shut the door and turned out the light. "Sleep well."
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Hey thanks so much for reading! Make sure to review! I will not post more until I get some reviews so if you liked it speak up! Thanks.