A Dog Among Cats

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : I have never owned anything in my life including Weiss Kreuz!

Warnings : Shonen-ai (for now), OCC, angst, rape (sort of), blood and stuff…

Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts. Stuff within //yadayada// is the telepath talking in someone's head

Chapter 2. Messing With Minds

Yoji narrowed his eyes and took a step back into the shadows. This mission was a major pain in the ass. They had been waiting for hours and still no sign of the target.
"Siberian do you have a visual on the target yet?" he growled into the microphone.
"That's a no, Balinese," Ken answered. "There are four guards heading Siamese's way though."
"Did you copy that Siamese?" Yoji asked over the link between them.
"Copy that Balinese. Wanna join in the fun?"
"Would you two stop joking around!" Ken muttered in their ears.
"I'll join Siamese on the third floor," the lanky blonde purred and left his place in the shadow.
"You better shake a leg in that case Balinese. The fun's already started," Borzoi giggled. Yoji hurried up the stairs and found the right door. Without a sound he opened it and saw Siamese circling four huge men. Her right hand was covered with a lether glove while the left one held a nasty looking dagger. With a smile on her lips she touched the trigger and five claws shot out from the glove.
"Siberian, we're taking out those guards now," Yoji whispered and moved closer. Borzoi took a few quick steps to the right and burried her bugnuks in a flat stomach while her left hand sent the dagger flying. It hit another guard's throat with a disgusting sound. With a snap of her hand she killed the first man she had attacked. The lankly blonde just stood and stared. If he had thought Borzoi was beautiful before it was nothing compared to what she was in lethal action. Her face was almost covered by a black mask making her look like Catwoman from Batman. The two remaining guards approached her carefully. Siamese darted up to one of them and brought him down with a kick before she finished the last on off with another dagger. It wasn't until Yoji saw her pull it out that he realized that she had them hidden in her hair. She kneeled beside the only man left alive and looked up at the blonde.
"Sorry no fun for you Balinese," she grinned and almost cut the guard's head off with her clawed glove.
"The guards are down Siberian," Yoji mumbled and stared at the woman infront of her. Her covered face was spotted with blood and her eyes shone with excitement. She can't be completely sane, the blonde thought.
"I have a visual on the target!" Ken suddenly hissed. "Do you copy that Balinese?"
"Copy that Siberian. Siamese! We have to get going!"
"Right behind you Balinese," Borzoi smiled and followed him.
"Something's not right here." The blonde froze.
"Repeat that Siberian," he ordered and closed his eyes.
"It's a trap! There are men everywhere down here!" He could hear that Ken was concerned.
"We'll be right down Siberian!" Yoji yelled and started running.

Something had gone wrong, Ran could feel it in his bones but he couldn't do anything about it, couldn't confirm it, until the rest of Weiss returned. Ken, Yoji and Borzoi had been gone for over four hours and that didn't help his worrying at all. The redhead glanced over his shoulder at Omi who had fallen asleep on the couch. With a slight smile on his lips the taller man put a blanket over the boy.
"Ken where are you?" he sighed as he again turned his back to Omi. If something happened to the brunette he'd be lost. He had struggled so hard to lift the ice that had been covering him for so long and Ken was the one who had helped him. When Ran lost his sister he had been convinced that his life was over and he had done his best to end it but the former soccer-player had managed to stop him. Ken had showed him that there were things in life that made it worth living. The distant sound of a car snapped the redhead away from his thoughts. Please let him be safe, Aya begged as he waited for the rest of the group to come in. A tired Yoji entered the kitchen. His left arm hung limply by his side and his face was worried. Moments later Borzoi joined them.
"It was a trap," the lanky blonde sighed. "They knew we would be there. They… got Ken." Aya felt his heart sink and forced his bland mask to slide into place.
"Is he dead?" he asked sounding just as monotone as he usually did.
"We don't know. They took him with them," Borzoi mumbled.
"Don't worry Ran we can use the…"
"You need to go and take care of your arm Yoji," the redhead interrupted him. Something about the look in that woman's eyes was wrong.
"But I just want us to…" Yoji objected but was silenced by a hard glare from Ran.
"Now Yoji!" Since his arm was really hurting and because there was something strange in the redhead's eyes the blonde gave in and left.
"Nice to see a leader who has his group kept firmly under the whip," Borzoi smirked and lit a cigarette. Aya gave her a bland look and ignored her comment. "You're a real hard ass, aren't you Ran?" she added when he didn't say anything.
"Hn."
"And a man of few words. Now, now there's no need for deathglares here red. I'm not the one who stole your lover away," she chuckled at his poisoness looks.
"Do you always talk so much about things you know nothing about?" Ran asked coldly and stalked towards the stairs. How he hated that blasted woman! She was worse than ten Yojis and he didn't trust her for a moment.

He woke up slowly. His body was aching like hell and his head pounded with pain. The room he was in, he assumed it was a room, was completely black. No that wasn't true, he realized. He was blindfolded. Carefully he moved his arms only to find that they were tied tightly behind his back. Shit! he muttered to himself and struggled harder.
"Easy there," a soft voice mumbled. "Try not to struggle you'll just hurt yourself."
"Who the hell are you?" Ken spat out and winced at the pain from his swollen lips.
"Most people call me Scamp," the voice sighed. "It doesn't matter much to you though. I'm just here to make sure you don't have any funny ideas before the Boss comes down to play with you." Ken shuddered inside. "Listen, I'm allowed to give you water so if you're thirsty just tell me." He really wanted to tell Scamp to go fuck himself but his mouth was dry as a desert and he needed to wash away the taste of his own blood.
"I'm thirsty," he muttered. The other person moved around for a while before his head was lifted up.
"Swallow slowly or you'll choke on it," Scamp said quietly and put a glass to his lips. Never before had water tasted so good. Ken emptied the glass and then his head was placed back against the floor. How had he gotten into this mess? The brunette frowned and remembered how he suddenly had found himself surrounded by men. He had fought the best he could but there were too many of them. Yoji and Borzoi had showed up to help him but the blonde had been hurt and Borzoi hadn't been able to kill fast enough. Ken sighed. There had been something very wrong with that fight but he couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was. A hand gently shook him and pulled him away from his thoughts. "Wake up you have a visitor." Ken could hear a door open and footsteps came up to him.
"So this is what a member of Weiss Kreuz looks like?" a deep male voice said with disappointment. "It's a kid. No wonder you couldn't finish your mission." The brunette fumed inside. Cute, he was tied up, blindfolded and now he was being ridiculed?
"Shut up!"
"I don't think so… How about I have a little fun with you instead? I mean you are my guest so it's my duty to make sure you enjoy your stay here," the unknown male mused.
"Just who the hell are you?!" Ken barked and struggled against the ropes again.
"How rude of me! I'm the one you've been trying to kill. Nakayama Takagi."
"You say your name with pride. What do you have to be proud of? You're nothing but a filthy drugpusher!" the brunette snorted with contempt and got a laugh from Takagi.
"Yare, yare. You're forgetting that I also sell slaves, supply hookers and kill for money," the man said with glee. "Haven't you been doing your homework kitten?"
"Fuck you!"
"I think you need to shut up now Siberian! You're starting to annoy me," Takagi hissed and grabbed Ken by the hair. "You don't know why you're here and I'm not going to tell you but you will pay for trying to kill me!" A large fist buried itself in Ken's stomach and stole his breath away. "And try to keep your screaming down I don't like noise much," the man added before his fist started pounding away at the brunette's body. He was barely conscious when Takagi finally stopped beating him.

Malice ran her eyes over the limp body on the floor. She had a smirk on her lips that suited her name perfectly.
"So baby how about it?"
"Of course I'd like to play with the kitten but I'll wait until he wakes up and hopefully there'll be a little more spunk in him," she answered slowly. "I don't like playing with ragdolls." The man standing behind her chuckled.
"There's plenty of fight left in him yet my dear. I doubt I hurt him too badly… A broken rib or two at the most," he murmured and ran his hands over the woman's body.
"Since he'll probably be sleeping for a while yet how about I play with you instead?" she purred and turned around.
"You know I never could say no to you. Ah I almost forgot. How did the other kittens react?"
"Balinese was hurt in the fight and blames himself for not being able to save Siberian, Bombay is still out of action due to his wounds from the last mission. And the redhead is trying to act all cool," Malice smiled and rubbed herself up and down the man's body.
"Act?"
"Come on now Takagi… Have I ever given you incorrect information before? Red is in love with our kitten here. As soon as we show him how we've been treating our guest he'll crack like a nut on christmas."
"I hope you're right Malice. By the way just what are we going to show him?" A cruel smile played over the woman's lips.
"You'll see, you'll see. I'm going to have some fun with dear little Ken here and then I'm gonna send information back to Ran… One piece at a time," she purred with a sadistic glimt in her beautiful eyes.
"And your talant? Gonna use it?" Takagi asked as his hand slipped underneth her clothes.
"Wouldn't be much fun if I didn't now would it? Besides, there's nothing that thrills me more than breaking up lovers. Speaking of that… I'm gonna play a little with the other two as well."

Ran paced his bedroom with his eyes darkened with concern. He just couldn't lose Ken too, he refused to. Nakayama Takagi was going to pay a costly price for taking the brunette away from him. At the moment he was waiting impatiently for Omi to find the information he wanted. There was something wrong with Borzoi and the way she acted. A knock on his door made him jump.
"Come in." Omi walked through the door and plopped down on the nearest chair. His face was pale and sweaty. "Are you okay Omi?" Ran felt guilty for making the young blonde work even though he was still in so much pain.
"Don't worry about it Ran-kun. I want us to find Kenken too," Omi smiled and rubbed his aching ribs.
"Did you find anything?"
"Yes and no. Borzoi has been working for Kritiker for about ten years. She has never failed a mission, never lost a member of her team. Her story checks out I'm afraid. Her mother is from Russia and her father was american. He trained her to be a killer for years before he died. From what I found she killed her first target at the age of 12," Omi sighed.
"Nice family," Ran muttered.
"She's 31, full birth name is Borzoi M Alice, born in San Diego, moved to Japan at the age of 15. Kritiker had her go through a psychological test four years ago and well she's insane. She loves blodshed and has a tendensy to overdue it but she is the best assassin Kritiker has." Ran sighed deeply.
"She's a bloodthirsty psycho, perfect."
"Ran you think she has something to do with Takagi getting Ken don't you?" Omi mumbled quietly and looked at the older man.
"Yes I do. I don't know exactly why but… I don't trust her for a moment. How about the tracker? Could you find Ken?" Aya asked and prayed that it had worked.
"No luck so far but the range on that thing isn't the best it'll take me a while to search the area." //You're going to take a nap now.// Ran winced slightly at the voice that rang through his head.
"I'm going to take a nap now," the redhead said slowly.
"What?" the blonde asked with confusion. //You need to be alone.//
"I need to be alone." Omi frowned and got up.
"Okay Ran-kun." Still looking utterly confused the youngest assassin left his room. //What is the worst thing that Ken could do to you?// the voice asked. I don't know, Ran answered inside his head. //Think sweetie. What would hurt you the most?// He didn't understand. Who was asking him these questions and why? If he didn't love me. The voice chuckled softly and he got the feeling of a hand stroking his cheek. //Thank you Ran.// He was instructed to go to sleep and found that he couldn't resist. Slowly he got on the bed and felt himself drift off to sleep.

Yoji gently touched his wounded arm and winced at the pain. He was worried sick about Ken and he couldn't help blaming himself for what had happened. If he just hadn't been so damn attracted to Borzoi he wouldn't have gone with her in the first place but it was a little too late for regrets now.
"I think that arm of yours needs stiches," a soft husky voice said. Yoji turned around and almost drowned in azure eyes.
"Borzoi," he sighed. " I think you're right but…"
"No buts now blondie, just let me take care of you," the auburn haired women interrupted him. Gently she took off his shirt and began cleaning the wound. "I like tough men but I prefer if they have all their limbs intact." The lanky blonde smiled slightly and watched her as she prepared a needle.
"What's that?"
"Just something for the pain blondie. If I'm gonna sow you back together I need to give you some local anaesthetic," Borzoi answered calmly and injected just above the wound. She waited a few minutes before she started working on the cut, sowing it together with neat tiny stiches. "There all done."
"Thanks," Yoji sighed and gave her a small smile.
"Hey what are friends for?" She dressed his arm and softly stroke his cheek. Before the blonde knew what was happening he felt her lips against his. The kiss deepened and he allowed it willingly. //This isn't what you want Yoji,// a voice suddenly said in his head. Confused he pushed her away.
"This isn't what I want." Borzoi tilted her head slightly and frowned at him.
"It isn't?" she asked softly and ran her slender fingers through his hair. //No you want Omi not Borzoi,// the voice commented.
"No I want Omi not you," Yoji replyed as instructed.
"Just my luck," Borzoi sighed and removed her hand. "Four handsome men and they're not into women." //Now go pay the little cutie a visit and show how much you care about him.// Yoji knew that something was wrong, very wrong but the voice was so convincing. Confused and a bit shaky he walked away heading towards Omi's room. //Bombay is shy so you'll have to push a little Yoji. Make sure he understands what you want from him.//

Omi growled at the stupid computer and smacked it. He should have gotten a reading on Ken's tracker by now. With a sigh the young blonde continued searching. If his body just wasn't in so much pain maybe he would be able to think clearer. Suddenly he got the feeling that he was being watch and turned around. To his surprise he found Yoji standing behind him looking rather strange.
"Hello there cutie," the lanky blonde smiled and came closer. Omi raised an eyebrow and turned back to the screen infront of him.
"Hello Yoji-kun. How's your arm?"
"It's just fine. How are you doing yourself?" There was something strange in Yoji's voice.
"In pain but what else is new?" Omi sighed and continued searching.
"You know I could make the pain go away if you wanted me to." A warm arm wrapped itself around his shoulders and a hand caressed him.
"Yoji! What are you doing?" the smaller blonde objected and tried to push the hand away.
"Now, now Omi don't struggle I just want to make you feel good. Nothing wrong with that, is there?" Yoji murmured in his ear before gently nipping at it. Omi froze completely.
"Please Yoji you're scaring me." The lanky playboy smiled warmly.
"There's nothing to be scared of little one. I won't hurt you unless you struggle." Strong hands started to remove his shirt, touching the exposed skin.
"Get off me!" Omi screamed and hit the taller blonde as hard as he could.
"You shouldn't have done that kitten. I didn't want to be rough with you but you give me no choice now." The tone in Yoji's voice was cold and forcefull. Without any warning the older man grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him up bringing his face down. With a smirk the older man kissed him.
"Stop it! Put me down Yoji, you're hurting me!" Omi could feel himself starting to panic. He didn't want Yoji to touch him like that! The taller blonde ignored him and placed him on the bed while his hands worked on his pants.
"Yoji what he hell are you doing?!" a deep and angry voice cut in.
"Ran please get him off me," Omi begged and struggled to get away from his team-mate who was more or less ontop of him. Growling with anger the redhead grabbed the tall blonde by the neck and pulled him off.
"Have you gone completely mad?! Get off of him you sick bastard!" Yoji just stared at him looking utterly confused.
"I just… wanted to help him," he studdered and tried to focus on Aya's face.

~TBC~

This is all for you Jin *hopes that can squeez another chapter out of Abyssinian from ya* And I'll be wanting that cherry *L*/Atsureki