A/N: I really suck at this oneshot thing. This story started out as one. I was inspired by Krewella's song "Killin' It"-don't judge me. Just read.

Chapter One

Youji should have known better then to mess with Aya...seriously it was like playing with fire. Only instead of getting burned you got ripped to shreds. It had only been one little kiss for God's sake! Okay, so maybe he had done it to get a rise out of the younger man, but was one little peck to the lips really worth this? Youji wasn't so sure as he ducked behind a tree to avoid his fellow assassin.

They had already completed their mission to take out a big time drug dealer who lived in a reclusive mountain retreat. Aya had killed the man with his usual grace and had then saved Youji's life by taking out the guards who'd been surrounding him. It had been a beautiful and somewhat arousing experience.

He had been caught by a large group of men as he'd been running through the yard and had just about despaired of surviving the encounter-he had been knocked to the ground and was staring up into the barrel of a gun-when Aya had leaped from the roof to land in the middle of Youji's attackers. A dark fury had been blazing in the redhead's violet eyes and there had been blood spattered across the pale skin of his face. The next few seconds had been a blur of movement and arterial spray. In the time it took Youji to blink twice the men surrounding him were dead and Aya was standing over Youji' s still prone form, palm outstretched. Youji had taken the other man's proffered hand and was helped to his feet. He'd looked around at the carnage, into Aya's eyes...then it happened. The kiss. One damn lapse of judgment and here he was running from his own teammate.

Alright, so maybe it more a loss of control than a lapse in judgment. He had been wanting to kiss Aya for longer than he would care to admit. Everything about the redhead set his blood on fire. Youji bit back a groan, remembering the feel of Aya's lips against his then shook himself and got moving. There was no way he could stay in one place, not with Aya hunting him. That thought gave him pause. Aya was hunting him. Icy tendrils of fear wrapped around his heart and he looked around in panic. There was no one in sight, but he could feel eyes on him and as he set off at a run and could have sworn he heard someone laughing.

As he ran; rain began to fall. In minutes he was drenched as well as feeling his his lungs and muscles starting to burn. If he ever got out of this alive he promised himself that he would give up smoking. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of crimson and stopped dead in his tracks. He turned slowly, but saw nothing. No sign of the man hunting him down like an animal...like one of the dark beasts they slaughtered in the night. It was starting to get dark and Youji realized that he had no idea where he was or how to get back to the car.

"Fuck." He swore as he stood there gasping for air. His breath was whistling in his throat. He bent over, bracing himself on his knees as he fought for each one. A sound behind him made his entire body tense in fear. He whirled around, but there was nothing there. With his heart pounding in his chest he glanced wildly at his surroundings and wondered if Aya was just toying with him. He was sure the redhead had had ample opportunities to take him out, so why hadn't he? And why had he gotten so pissed in the first place? It had only been one little kiss, but Aya had been enraged. Why?

When the swordsman had helped him up Youji had looked into those violet orbs and for the first time since they'd met they were actually concerned. That brief glimpse of humanity had shattered Youji's resolve and had been snuffed out the second Youji's lips had touched his. Luckily the blonde had been born with good reflexes, otherwise he'd be dead right then. He'd seen the light in the younger man's eyes disappear and had backed off just as his katana had swept towards his throat. He'd tried to explain, but had had to run when Aya attacked him again, katana dangerously close to ending Youji's life.

The blonde shook himself and tried to get his bearings. He was surrounded by trees and had no idea from which direction he had come. As he shoved his cold hands into the pockets of his coat he cursed himself for a fool and pulled out his satellite phone. Omi had given him and Aya each one because their cell phones wouldn't work this high up the mountain. The blonde quickly dialed a number from memory.

"Moshi moshi." Omi answered after the third ring.

"Omi, I have a problem."

"What's wrong?" The teen's voice had lost its normal cheerfulness. "Are you hurt?"

"No, but I might be dead soon." Youji took a deep breath then explained what had happened in a rush. "Now he's hunting me and I-" His voice cut off as pain exploded in his skull and the world went black.

Aya stared down at Youji seething with fury. He absolutely hated to be cold and because of this dumbass he was now drenched to his skin and freezing his ass off. Angrily he snatched up the phone Youji had been using and broke it in half then grabbed one of the stupid blonde's legs and began dragging him back to the car, which was now five miles away. His body trembled violently against the cold, but he managed to make it to their vehicle without collapsing.

He knew it was his own fault Youji had taken off in the first place, Aya didn't respond well to human contact. Never had really. His parents had been cold, indifferent people...except towards his sister, who had been the only light in his life. She was gone now. She had run from him after she'd found out what he had become to keep her alive. Her rejection of him had caused what was left of his heart to shatter. When Youji had kissed him he'd lashed out because he had felt it stir and couldn't handle it. He hated that he felt anything towards the blonde. Most of the time it was anger and annoyance, but lately he had found himself worrying when Youji got hurt or was in danger.

Tonight he'd gone into a blind panic when he'd seen Youji surrounded by their target's thugs. The panic had left him once the men were lying dead at his feet and he had realized two things. The first being that he felt more for Youji than friendly concern. The second was that he had sprained his left ankle when he'd hit the ground. He had decided to ignore it until he got home then Youji had kissed him. Aya scrubbed at his mouth trying to forget how good Youji's lips had felt against his and shoved the unconscious blonde into the backseat.

As he started the jeep they'd rented for the mission he heard a faint ringing sound coming from the glove box. With a sigh of irritation he turned the heat on full blast then wrenched the compartment open and snatched up his satellite phone. "What?" He snarled into the receiver.

"Please tell me you didn't kill him." Omi pleaded. The teen sounded terrified. Aya took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I did not kill Kudou." He said through gritted teeth then hung up on Omi's sigh of relief. After turning the phone off he tossed it on the seat next to him and threw the jeep into gear. As he sped down the dark mountain highway he wondered, not for the first time, if he should leave Weiss. He was in danger of feeling again and he didn't want that. To feel his emotions again would bring back the pain of all he had lost. Aya was more comfortable being a weapon than an actual human being. He had cut himself off from all human emotion for so long that he was terrified of what Youji's kiss had stirred within him.

Youji groaned in pain behind him distracting him from his thoughts. Aya glanced in the rear view mirror. The blonde's emerald eyes were fluttering open. He watched the older man clutch at his head and almost smiled in satisfaction. Kudou's obvious pain pleased him. That should teach the idiot not to mess with him. Aya returned his eyes to the road and ignored the blonde's whimpers of pain. The man was a big baby. He winced as he shifted gears. His ankle was hurting like hell and he could feel how swollen it was getting by how tight his boot felt. He'd probably have to cut the damn piece of footwear off if the swelling got any worse.

Silence returned to the vehicle after a few minutes. Aya glanced into the mirror to find Youji's green eyes on him. The redhead's gaze narrowed then returned to the road. "You didn't kill me." The blonde said quietly. Aya ignored his stating of the obvious and tried to keep the pain he was in from his face. His ankle was throbbing and it took every ounce of willpower he had to not pull over and tell Youji to drive. "I'm sorry I kissed you Aya...I wasn't thinking straight...and I-"

"Shut up Kudou." Aya snapped. He didn't want to hear the man's excuses...or his voice. It had started to do funny things to him over the past year.

"I can't Aya, I need to explain."

"No." The swordsman glared at the older man's reflection. "I don't want to-" He cut off as his ankle gave another painful twinge. He was quickly coming to the conclusion that it may not have been just a sprain.

"You're hurt aren't you?" Youji asked, a touch of anger in his voice. Aya ignored him and focused on driving. "Pull over Aya." Youji touched his shoulder Aya flinched away as white hot pain, from an injury he couldn't remember receiving, made his nerve endings scream. "Pull the fucking car over!" The older man snapped grabbing Aya's shoulder and squeezing. The redhead gasped, slamming on the brakes as his vision dimmed and put the jeep in park. Nausea rolled through him and with the last of his strength he shoved open his door and vomited the pitiful contents of his stomach onto the pavement. He sensed movement near him, but was unable to fight back as arms surrounded him.