Title: Mortal Coil 1/?
Rating: R/NC-17
Category: Angst, Dark Fic
Warnings: Yaoi, shounen-ai, Aya bastardization, Ken torture, non-consensual sex
Pairings: AyaxKen,KnightxKen, hints of Yohji+Ken
Author: Ellyr
Author E-mail: airyn_shinigami@yahoo.com
Archives: if you want it to can have it, just e-mail to let me know
Author Notes: /.../ is thoughts.
I'm just letting you know right now that I have no qualms in playing canon fast and loose. This means that my versions of Crasher is
probably quite a bit different from the official one...just bear with it, OK?
This is, after all, fanfiction.
Yohji lit a fresh cigarette and inhaled deeply, his green eyes narrowing as they stared at Aya. He was sure that the Weiss leader had something to do with Ken's abrupt disappearance two months ago; he'd been a PI before Kritiker had picked him up and could easily read the signs of guilt that the swordsman was giving off. He had a strong feeling that he'd done something that had hurt Ken deeply, possibly left him permanently scarred. And the thought of anyone hurting the soccer player, of anyone crushing his bright, sunny smile, made Yohji's blood boil.
What did you do, Aya?
Kritiker knew exactly what had happened; Yohji was sure of that much, at least. Manx had shown up only three days after Ken had suddenly vanished and told them that Siberian was in their custody but would not be returning to Weiss; he was being reassigned. To another unit. She had completely ignored Omi's desperate pleas as to what could possibly cause Ken-kun' to leave them, but Yohji had noticed the way her eyes lingered on Aya. And her comment that she would be required to meet with Abyssinian at a later date. In private, just the two of them.
Things just hadn't been the same since then. Ken's departure had taken Omi's bright cheeriness with it, making their whole world grow dimmer. Yohji was deliberately avoiding Aya, even going out of his way to avoid seeing him. He doubted that things would ever smooth out between the two of them unless the redhead proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had nothing to do with Ken's reassignment, that he hadn't injured the brunette in any way. But until then Yohji never spoke to him outside of what was necessary to carry out missions, thus putting on a strain on everything.
Not that he cared about that.
And as for Aya himself... If anything, he'd managed to become more unsociable than ever. While before he'd just kept himself aloof and isolated from the other three, now he had a tendency to actually lash out at his remaining teammates. Well, at Omi, anyway, seeing as Yohji saw him as some sort of infectious disease and therefore avoided him at all costs. He would always snap at Omi to shut up, to leave him alone, to go somewhere else where he wouldn't be an annoyance - once he had even looked as if he were about to slap the poor kid. Probably would've if Yohji hadn't stepped between the two and caused Aya to back down.
He took another drag off of his cigarette and continued his contemplation of the redhead. Not saying anything to him, just staring at his back. He was harder to read now than ever. Even quieter than before unless he had something to bitch about. And so withdrawn. Probably a defense mechanism meant to keep him and Omi away. Yohji sighed softly in exasperation. If he ever wanted to get past those damn shields he'd have to have some sort of contact with him.
Ne, Aya?
Aya stopped what he was doing and turned his head so that Yohji had a clear view of his profile, apparently listening. Surprise, surprise.
What happened between you and Ken?
The redhead made an abrupt movement as if he'd been stung, his fingers clenching convulsively into fists. Yohji noticed that his entire body had gone tense and rigid and allowed a faint smirk to spread across his face. So he'd hit a sore spot? He plunged on ahead.
The swordsman's hands clenched so tight that tiny lines of red began to ooze out from beneath his fingernails before he whipped around to face the blonde. Yohji couldn't quite suppress a gasp at what he saw in Aya's eyes - it was the exact same look he wore when he was in the grip of his battle rage, facing down a target. The utter lack of emotion any emotion save icy hatred. Yohji had seen it many, many times by now, but never directed and a teammate and he didn't like the experience. He tried to swallow and found that his mouth had gone dry with nervousness.
Balinese, listen to me carefully because I only want to tell this to you once. I had nothing to do with Siberian being reassigned. Nothing at all. Do you understand that?
Violet eyes stared into jade for a long moment before Yohji looked angrily away.
Aya turned away, leaving the blonde staring at his back in frustration. Denial, the most pathetic and obvious form of a lie. There was no way the redhead could think Yohji was stupid enough to buy what he'd just said when all of his body language screamed otherwise.
Aya, you liar.
You bastard.
Whether you meant to or not, you've told me everything I needed to know. You did something to Ken. You hurt him. And I don't know yet what exactly it was that happened, but I will.
And then I'll make you pay.
* * *
A combination mission with Weiss, huh?
Knight smiled faintly. He still remembered the man now known as Abyssinian from his Crasher days, an irritating, stubborn, antisocial brat that he'd found all but impossible to work with. He'd been incredibly relieved when Kritiker had removed him, had even allowed himself to hope that he'd never have to see him again. So much for that.
Well I guess that we'll just have to accept it, right? We can't handle this on our own, much as I hate to admit it. He waved idly at Bishop and left the mission room with a soft sigh on his lips. Working with Fujimaya Ran once again. What a wonderful prospect.
He wondered how Rook was going to take it.
But there was no question that they needed to cooperate on this one. Kakaji Sanjo was too powerful, his sphere of influence too large, for a solo group to destroy. It would need both groups. Weiss would need to focus on killing the man himself and those who surrounded him while Crasher concentrated on hacking into their database and retrieving their critical files. They would use that information later on to bring about the definite end of Kakaji's empire.
The whole lot of them would be gathering in Tokyo in one week's time - they'd never get another chance like this. It couldn't be wasted. And Knight knew that. But still.
There was another reason why he didn't want ot see Fujimaya again, other than his intense dislike of the man.
He paused outside of Rook's doorway and leaned his head against the frame. This wouldn't be easy on the poor kid, seeing his one-time teammates again. Especially one Abyssinian. He didn't quite now the entirety of what had happened between those two, but he knew enough to make an accurate guess. And it angered him to no end that anyone would treat someone like Ken in such a way.
Knight sighed. This was going to be rough.