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Disclaimers: Weiss Kreuz is not mine. I've only abducted the characters momentarily to perform strange experiments on them, and you will think they are all crazy when they try to tell anyone. Heh heh heh.
Warnings: Profound language...and a not so sane author...
Notes: bold italics are thought speak
I live!
L'il dragon muse: Is that suppose to be a good thing?
::ignoreignore:: So sorry I haven't updated in a while...although I don't think I was missed... Anyway, another chapter. I swear, I'm trying to wrap it up. I'm sure people are getting sick of this never ending fic and my babbling.
L'il dragon muse: Just let what few people read this read it already!
>P
He stared blankly at the floor where she had once occupied. The damp spots were gone now, leaving only dry cement floor. How she slipped from his fingers, he didn't know. Strangest of all, he was glad she got away. She truly was a magnificent creature; perhaps one of God's better creations.
Did he just praise her? Well, she had survived much longer than he had expected. She was more talented than he thought, and cunning, like a vixen.
When did he start comparing her to a fox? No matter. He will find her. He tightened his grasp around the tiny figurine he found, smirking. He will succeed.
The voice in his head said so.
The first thing that dawned upon her was she no longer had a tail. There was not stump jabbing her as she laid on her back. But to her dismay, she had no acute hearing or sense of smell. She was quite limber, despite her frail frame. She hadn't completed a full recovery yet, though. The switch had taken a lot out of her. The light hurt her eyes. She was too weak to do anything, and pray to Inari-sama that he won't find her in such a sad state. Nothing she could do, except surrender to the blackness.
"I see you're awake."
She forced her eyes to stay at least half-open. It took awhile for them to focus on who was talking. It was some male with brown hair.
"How do you feel?"
The way he said it...was it...concern? No, her thoughts must still be muddled. No one would be concerned about her. Oh, she had to answer, didn't she?
"...mgh..."
So much for a simple "yes" or "no." But she was so tired. It was too difficult and painful to move. Her joints and chest ached and her muscles were sore.
"You should get some more rest," He said, "By the way, my name is Ken."
Ken. Such a simple name. Nice.
What was hers? It was too difficult to recall it now. She'd just have to make one up. Hm, what would she call herself? Nothing too common...Rochelle? No, it didn't sound Japanese. Well, she was a vixen, wasn't she? Hm, hulee was Chinese for "fox." But that would be too strange. Or...
"Lee. Call me Lee."
He growled with frustration. This one wasn't as easy to crack as the others. This one didn't want to just hurt her, like he wished. No, this one wanted to damn her to hell. Then again, didn't he sometimes want her to die? He could sometimes feel his emotions sliding into this one's soul, occasionally influencing his thoughts.
Oh, how he missed the old times, where he had his own body, and when they were together. As much as he tried to deny it, he still yearned for her. He missed the comforting presence of her ki. And her soft lips...
No, she had left him, like all youkos[1]. He should have expected it, but she seemed so different from those other whores. Well, he was mistaken, and she was going to pay for playing with him. It was time for work.
Farfarello...
He opened his eye to the normal sight of the floor and the feel of the straps around him. The time had come. Getting out of his jacket would be no problem. Over the years, he had mastered the art of slipping out from the bonds. Foolish Crawford, for not seeing this possibility. They underestimated him.
She's waiting for you out there...
He could feel where she was, an excited spark in his eye. He was tired of playing, and was going in for the kill. Perhaps finally, his mission would be complete. Finally, it would end.
All was going as she had hoped, although it had taken awhile to finally reach this point. She didn't think that bitch would run for so long, but it is impossible to run from the inevitable. Now it was all up to her darling. He wouldn't let her down. Once that whore was gone, they could finally be together, as it should have been in the beginning.
Yes, he would finally see she was the one for him.
She couldn't stand being confined in that room any longer. She had long become well enough to walk around, but she was forced to stay indoors. It was driving her nuts! She paced back and forth in the hall like a caged animal. If she had a tail, it would be bristling with agitation. She needed to be outside. She needed to run. She needed to be free!
That boy...Ken...was out. Didn't he say working? She should escape now. Who was going to stop her? She "borrowed" a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, and tugged on her shoes, which were still wearable.
There was a sliding door that led to a porch. The feel of the afternoon air against her skin was cool and relaxing. Peaceful, even. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this good. But where to go now? She couldn't jump to the ground and risk breaking something. After all, this wasn't her old body. She didn't know if it was strong enough to withstand such a leap.
She spotted a metal ladder that led upward. It was small distance from the porch, but out of reach. Would she be able to grasp it if she jumped? Or would she fall to her doom? Or she could just go back inside, and forget all this. Uh, freedom was so close, yet so far.
What was she thinking? Before, she would have never thought twice about the danger. It was not like her to be afraid. It was this child. This child had lived her life with fear by her side. It was affecting her mind.
Foolishness. It wasn't that far. She would not fall. Crouching on the edge of the porch, she tensed, then sprung forward. Her palm slapped the cold iron rung, and she clasped her fingers around it before gravity would pull her down. She dangled for a few seconds, swaying, but pulled herself up before the height would make her lose her head.
Scrambling up the ladder, she pulled herself up onto the roof. She took a deep breath, and felt the adrenaline and tenseness slip from her muscles. This wasn't home, but it was open. Oh, how she missed these quiet times alone.
Something didn't feel right. It was too quiet. There were no birds chirping. A predator was close. Very close. She turned around. Oh no...
"Check."
Aya stared out the window at nothing in particular. Ken and Yohji were in the back. Business was abnormally slow that day. Their usual fan club had not stormed the store yet. Oh yeah, there were finals. Omi was gone because of it too. He sighed. How he wished something would happen, like a mission. They hadn't gotten one in a while, and he was going stir crazy. He was trained to kill, not sit around idly.
All of a sudden, he saw someone fall from above and roll into the streets. He narrowed his eyes. It looked like Lee... Someone else had jumped landed in a crouch besides the fallen person. Aya felt his blood burn through his veins, a common feeling before battle.
Farfarello was here. Here. At Koneko. His violet eyes darted left to right, but he saw no sign of the other members of Schwartz. Why the Irish was here, he didn't know. But he worked for Takatori, so he was a target.
Aya grabbed the spare katana he had strapped under the counter. The others had given him strange looks when he had first put the weapon there, but he didn't care. They were too naive to assume no one would attack their shop.
Farfarello was attacking Lee. What would he want with her? He had to admit that she was evading the blades quite well. But she was tiring. He tore off his apron and pulled the katana out of its sheath while rushing out the door. He would kill Farfarello. And Takatori would have one less bodyguard. Yes...
"Shi-ne!"
She frowned. He was floundering. So many times, he could have struck a killing blow. But he didn't. He can't still have feelings for that bitch, can he? After all her planning, he can't falter now. No, her darling just needed a little help. And she knew just what to do.
She tripped and fell backwards. This was it. He was advancing. Momentarily, she saw Rowen's face. His white-blonde hair, his amber eyes, his ever present smirk. He hadn't switched places like she had. He didn't have complete control. But his influence was enough.
He was going to do it. He was going to kill her. He really did hate her, didn't he?
Her shoulders quivered as a tear slid down her cheek. It would finally be over. No more running. No more pain.
"Shi-ne!"
She clamped her eyes shut, waiting for the deathblow. But it never came. He wasn't the one to yelled it. Then who? She looked up.
It was Aya...Ran? Whichever one the redhead called himself. The two of them were in a lock, both trying to overpower the other. She heard the rushing sound of something approach, and scrambled to her feet. It was something big. She leapt backwards and onto the sidewalk. But the other two were still there. They were oblivious.
"Look out!"
Ken dropped the small bags of soil. The scream came from the front. He dashed through the back door towards the front desk. He stopped dead in his tracks as he stared dumbfound out the open door.
Lee was across the street, eyes wide with icy fear. Farfarello had just jumped and rolled to the edge of the street. And there was Aya. Ken felt his heart stop from the screeching tires and audible thump.
"Aya!"
~ Silver Fox ~
[1] For those of you who don't know Yu Yu Hakusho, youkos are fox demons, famous for being thieves and being very sexual beings, and not exactly the most dependable lovers. Yeah.
Oh, and I'd like to say thanks to all the reviewers. If it wasn't for you all, I would have given up on this fic a long time ago. Arigato!
