Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: Devil In the Sun
Type: 5/6, Series
Teaser: Ken is caught by Schwarz and, ah hell, I can't describe it..just read please
Rating: PG -13
Spoilers:
Warnings: Shonen Ai, yaoi hints, torture, AU
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine…will never be mine but damn if that'll stop me from torturing their lives in my fics...
Keywords: Ken, Brad, BradxKen, Schwarz, torture
Gonna be finished!
Yes it is! Really really will finish at no. 6 bounces> I am so happy
that the muse of epic proportions is on vacation…
Thank you again
to everyone who commented...for the past week or so i haven't really replied
to any comments which is unusual of me, as many of you dear people know,
its just that hotmail conked out on me for a few days and mail is dreadfully
snowed in. So gomen! I still appreciate the comments :>
And the answer to the overwhelming demand for lime...still nothing here to speak of...I am beginning to think i am the sap queen...but I WILL write lime pretty soon or die trying...maybe in the next fics or so...
Nuff of me harping off. Onto the fic...
Devil In the Sun
Part 5
"Hey, Brad! You look much better. Vacation did you some good."
Nagi cheerfully greeted him, looking up from his laptop for a few precious seconds to wave at him.
And it was true, Brad did look better. Not as pale or drawn as he had looked when he left. There was even some color to his cheeks and he seemed to be more relaxed and calm.
At Nagi's greeting, the two other members of Schwarz turned around from the couch they had been sitting on to look at him.
"Maybe Brad got to hurt God in his vacation. That's why he looks better." This from Farfarello who licked his knife clean.
Everyone stared at Farfarello and rolled their eyes. A typical Farfie comment.
"Anything I should know about? Anything that happened while I was away?" Brad asked them. Typical of him too. He was, after all, Schwarz' leader and he was back at work.
"Nothing much." Nagi told him, not looking up from his laptop. "We have a new mission involving Weiß though."
/Weiß./
Brad flinched inwardly as he thought about Weiß and because it was inevitable, he also thought about Ken.
::Aha! So that's it! Bradley has the poor kitty Siberian as his boy toy. No wonder you're so happy. Tell me, Brad, is the kitten any good?::
Anger, which seldom overwhelmed Brad, burst through his urbane façade at Schuldich's insinuations. He couldn't help it, he punched the redhead in the nose.
/Keep your nose out of my private affairs, Schuldich. And never insult Siberian again. Or I won't have to use my gift to know how your future will turn out./
Brad shrugged his shoulders and turned his back on the sprawled Schuldich. He turned to Nagi, ignoring the surprised stares everyone threw his way.
"Brief me."
***
"It looks like everything's under control here. I'm just going to take a shower and then I'll be going off for the weekend. Call my cellphone if there are any emergencies." Brad told Nagi and Farfarello. They had just come in from their latest mission. Schuldich had yet to arrive.
"Nani? You're going away for the weekend?" Nagi blinked up at him, his laptop forgotten in his surprise. Brad *never* went off for the weekend. As far as Nagi knew, Brad was a workaholic.
"Maybe Brad is hurting God?" Farfarello told Nagi, his eerie eyes fixed hopefully at Brad. Farfarello had a one-track mind, everyone chose to ignore his comment.
Brad quirked an eyebrow at Nagi. "You make it sound like I am committing a sin, Nagi. I am just going off for the weekend."
"But you *never* go off for the weekend." Nagi protested. "You can't blame me for being surprised."
"Blame you for being surprised about what, Nagi?"
Schuldich asked, just managing to catch the tail end of Nagi's words, as he entered the room.
"Brad is going away for the weekend." Nagi told Schuldich, the incredulous tone in his voice conveyed how much it shook him. Anyone who heard him would have thought that the world was coming to an end because of what Brad planned to do.
"Brad is going to hurt God." Farfarello chimed in, back to licking his knives clean. They had seen action tonight as Schwarz battled Weiß and Weiß' blood coated the knives. Not that much to satisfy Farfarello but enough. He missed the Weiß member Siberian who was usually the one he faced-off with. Now he had to share with Schuldich.
Everyone ignored Farfarello's comment. And Schuldich pinned Brad with a look.
::I see that your affair is affecting you, Bradley. You are actually leaving work to go to him?::
Brad flushed. /It is none of your business, Schuldich./
::Aa, but it will become my business once it interferes with your ability to function as leader.::
/Understood. But until then, you would do well to stay out of my business./
Brad dismissed Schuldich from his mind and turned to Nagi. "Now, Nagi, stop acting so agitated. I would just like some time to myself for a change. And we don't have any pending missions. Would you deny me this?"
"No. I suppose you're right. Its just that its not like you at all."
/Not like me./
"Ah well! You go off and enjoy yourself, Brad. I promise you won't hear another word from me."
And with that Nagi turned back to his laptop and immersed himself in his work.
Brad turned to walk out of the room.
::You do know that this won't last, don't you, Brad?::
Schuldich's sudden comment stopped Brad in his tracks for a few seconds.
::He is Weiß and you are Schwarz. And never the twain shall meet.::
***
Ken made no overt attempt to escape but Brad knew that he was thinking about it. He saw it in the way Ken constantly went outside to look at the steep mountain's layout, walking around the cabin's perimeter and noting where the sun rose and set.
Brad let him. He knew that there was no possibility of escape except through the air. And only Brad could call the helicopter to come.
He had also taken Ken completely off the drugs, leaving him bright-eyed and clearheaded. He knew that by doing this, he was risking the chance of waking up with the kitchen knives in his chest or not waking up at all, but he still did it. He preferred to talk to someone intelligible rather than have someone grin at him like some vacuous non-entity.
***
Ken was a man divided in his soul. Half of him, the Ken half, as he rationalized, was very much in the tight grip of Stockholm syndrome. He was head over heels in love with his keeper. But the other half, Siberian, remembered who he was. He was Weiß and Schwarz was his enemy. Therefore he tried to find avenues of escape.
***
Brad looked up from his writing desk to find Ken staring at him with a questioning look. The boy had his chin propped up between his hands and his bangs flopped onto his face. Those bangs irritated Brad, who always liked being impeccable, and he always tried to brush them back from Ken's face. But he chose to ignore them today in favor of the questioning look in Ken's eyes.
"What?"
"How old are you?"
Brad looked old sometimes because he always looked too serious for his own good. He always dressed in three-piece suits and had this cold urbane façade up. He even had glasses on. It drove Ken nuts to see Brad impeccably groomed all the time and he always nagged him to dress down a bit.
"Twenty seven." Brad answered.
"Really?"
Brad nodded. "Why?"
"Nothing. I just wondered. That's all."
Brad frowned at Ken. He hated conversation threads that led nowhere. Something Ken found out about and used to his advantages. He delighted in tweaking Brad's nose once in a while.
"Do you ever say anything with sense?" Brad told Ken, disgruntled.
Ken laughed and straddled Brad's lap, eliciting a shocked look from the older man. Brad was stuffy, to say the least, stuffier than Aya even, as Ken found out. Ken often did things like what he just did to find out if it would shock Brad.
Ken gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.
"I love you."
::He is Weiß and you are Schwarz. And never the twain shall meet.::
Brad remembered Schuldich's words.
"No, you don't. Trust me."
Ken looked into Brad's eyes. "I'm not lying."
"I know. You are simply mistaken."
But in contrast to his words, Brad's arms came up to encircle Ken. He dragged Ken down to his waiting mouth to claim the younger boy's in a possessive, desperate kiss.
::He is Weiß and you are Schwarz. And never the twain shall meet.::
/How long can this last?/
***
"You're hurt!" Ken's voice was full of concern as he dragged Brad to their room. "Here, sit on the bed while I go get the medicine kit from the bathroom."
Brad didn't say a thing, he just followed Ken's instruction and sat on the bed.
"I told you to be careful." Ken said, kneeling down beside Brad and daubed at the long gash on his arm with some disinfectant. "What happened?"
Brad didn't answer him at once. He was too distracted by the concern and care the other boy was giving him. A strange warm feeling settled in his heart.
/I can get used to this, to you, Ken./
"Brad?" Ken looked up at him with a question in his eyes. "How did you get this?"
Weiß…The assassin group's leader Abyssinian had dealt him that blow with his katana in an unguarded moment.
//"What did you do with Siberian, Schwarz?"
Brad's heart skipped a beat. As it always did when he heard any mention of Ken. It surprised him, this question. It was the first time Abyssinian had ever asked him.
He replied with his usual insolent drawl.
"What do you think?"
Rage burst like wild-fire in violet eyes at his words as the Weiß leader charged at him, swiping at him wildly with his katana. The deadly redhead fairly shook with antagonism. And all Brad could do was evade him in his startlement.
"You killed him, Schwarz. You killed him. And for that you will pay with your life."
Isn't this a little too much for just one teammate? Brad had a sneaking suspicion that it went far beyond that.
FLASH!
[Brad saw Abyssinian, looking down on the confused, hurt boy in his arms with the gentlest expression in his eyes. "You will forget him eventually. I will help you because…because…Ai shitteru, Ken. I love you."]
Brad faltered at seeing Ken in Abyssinian's arms, hurt. And that was when Abyssinian took advantage of his distraction to slash at his arm.
Pain.
"Brad!"
Nagi mentally threw Abyssinian away from Brad.
"Are you hurt?"
Brad had glanced at his arm. It was throbbing like hell but he knew it was only a shallow wound. The pain inside was the only thing that concerned him right now.
"Let's retreat for now."//
He became aware of warm lips on his own.
"Earth to Brad." Ken grinned at him after disengaging from the quick kiss. "I knew that would get you to respond."
He patted Brad's arm which he had wrapped in gauze while Brad had been lost in his thoughts. "Now tell me, how did you get this? Did Farfarello accidentally nick you?"
Ken was trying to make a joke. But Brad wasn't in the mood. He remembered his vision.
His tone came out clipped. "I'd rather not discuss it."
This made Ken look at him with startled eyes. Brad had never used this tone with him for sometime now. And it made Ken wonder just why the older man was taking this tone with him.
There was only one thing Ken could think of that would make Brad this edgy. Weiß. His eyes flickered and assassin memory took over.
/Aya's katana could deal such a gash./
Memories of his friends drifted into Ken's mind like some half-remembered dream. In his enforced stay here in Brad's cabin, he had almost forgotten his life as an assassin, making only token attempts at escaping, maybe to pacify his conscience more than anything else.
And now guilt flowered in his mind. Guilt at betraying their cause and not trying to escape. Guilt at actually enjoying being with Brad, who was supposed to be his enemy…
But the other half of him protested. Ken loved Brad. It was hard for him to let go. Stockholm syndrome or no, a part of him suffered everytime he thought of him being Weiß and being Brad's enemy.
He put both hands on his head. It ached a lot.
/Goddamn it! Why does it have to be this complicated? Who am I to be? Am I Weiß? Or am I Ken? And worse, who do I *want* to be…/
"Ken?"
He felt Brad lay a hand on his shoulder. And in his confused state, he turned to strike out at the root of the problem, human nature taking over to hurt the one responsible for his pain.
"Stay away from me, Schwarz!"
Brad flinched inside as Ken flung his hand away. But his face remained emotionless. He knew then that Ken had realized just who had dealt the wound. And blamed him for it.
/As is your right, Ken. I should never have made you mine. It is my fault./
He exited the bedroom just in time to hear Ken sobbing inside. He closed his ears. He couldn't do anything now. The deed had been done. There was no turning back.
::He is Weiß and you are Schwarz. And never the twain shall meet.::
/How long will this last?/
***
/How long will it last?/
"Brad?"
Brad looked up to see Nagi waving a hand in front of his face.
"What is it?"
Nagi arched an eyebrow. "I just asked you what our next step will be against Weiß. You know how impatient Esset is now."
Brad took his glasses off and rubbed at the bridge of his nose before replying. "Gomen nasai, Nagi. I was thinking of something…"
::Thinking of the kitten again, ne, Brad?::
/That's none of your business, Schuldich./
::Aa, I beg to differ, O Fearless Leader. This relationship is definitely affecting your capabilities as a leader of this group. I cannot let you jeopardize everyone in Schwarz.::
/Very well, Schuldich. Say what you have to say and go./
::Give up Siberian.::
That made Brad sit up and stare at the German who was across the room from him.
::I mean it, Brad. He isn't doing you any good. He is affecting your thought processes, affecting your output, affecting Schwarz. You were never this distracted before him.::
Schuldich poured thought-images through their mind-link…images of Brad before Ken. And Brad saw the cruel calculating man he was.
/I was a cold bastard./
Amused laughter rang out in his mind. ::Aa. That's true. But you were also efficient and effective. You were…you are Schwarz' driving force.::
Brad acknowledged the compliment from Schuldich. It was rare of the German to give it, normally he was snipping at Brad.
::Well, don't get your hopes up. This is the last time you are hearing it from me.::
Brad was now in a quandary. He didn't know what he had to do. He loved Ken…
::That love will not last…you see what happened when he knew we were battling Weiß. That will happen again and again until finally he will hate you for what you did to him.::
Truth was a hard pill to swallow and Brad wasn't ready for it yet.
/That is enough, Schuldich. Leave me be./
A mental shrug.
::I only tell the truth. You cannot deceive yourself forever, Brad. Once he wakes up from his delusion, he *will* want to return to Weiß and then where would you be? Schwarz will be here far longer than your love for Siberian and his love for you..::
/LEAVE!/
::Just remember Brad. He is Weiß and you are Schwarz, and never the twain shall meet.::
TBC
^_~ And will Romeo and Juliet triumph
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