In_Deep

Na-chan

Disclaimer:
All names, characters, etc., all belong to Koyasu Takehito &
Project Weiz.

Warnings: Same as before. Yaoi (m/m pairings). If you don't like it, then
leave. If it's against your religion or the thought of two guys kissing sickens
you go away. Don't even bother reading any further. This is my first
attempt at a yaoi and flamers will not be tolerated. But for all you other good
folks, come on in, into Na-chan's little house of pure madness! Other things
which I've changed or added was due to the fact that this is an AU, taking
part in an alternate universe and thereby does not necessarily have to
follow the same conventional rules of the series. Oh yeah, and OCC-iness!
At first I tried making them sound like the characters, but then it wouldn't be
as fun, ne? There's also a bit of a language issue here. Apparently their
mothers' didn't wash their mouths out with soap when they cursed.

^_^;

That's okay, heee! Neither did mine!

Chapter 6
What if You Can't


"What are we going to do with him?"

"He knows about them..." A voice answered.

Abyssinian. Nagi cringed, feeling a part of him sink further down deeper
into despair. Voices echoed through the thin walls, past the closed doors.
Nagi sighed, awaiting whatever decision they came to.

"No," a voice rose, shrill and high pitched in its defiance. "We're not like
that. We can't--"

The door opened. Nagi blinked, nearly blinded by the white brilliance.

"Aya..." the voice said rising louder. "What are you doing? Aya!"

Aya looked down at Naoe, the other sitting calmly on the wooden chair,
head bent slightly to one side, avoiding the intense gaze of the other.

"Aya, stop!" Omi shrieked cutting between him and the telekinetic. And
fell, the other shoving him fiercely over backwards, upon the two Weiss.

"It can't stay like this forever." Aya put looking down over at Naoe. Nagi
kept his head bowed, eyes closed, hands tied firmly behind his back,
awaiting whatever move they made next.

"Tell us something." Ken offered, Aya kneeling down face-to-face in front
of the other. Nagi turned meeting a gaze of deep brown.

"I won't."

"Nagi..." Omi whispered gazing softly at the young assassin.

From the side Yohji nodded in silent agreement with Hidaka. "You shouldn't
stay here," he said wrapping an arm around Tsukiyono, leading him
steadily away from the scene.

"Yeah," Ken encouraged pushing them out a bit faster. "Come on. You...
probably shouldn't see this."

"No!" Omi protested unable to get free. "Ken! Damn you! Yohji!"

The door closed, Omi's screams fading into silence. Nagi flinched,
backhanded, knocked swiftly off of the small chair, biting his lower lip as he
fell.

"Where is he?" Aya asked towering over the fallen other. "Where's
Takatori?"

"Who?"

"Don't fuck with me." Nagi yelped, his face stinging, a red trail making its
way down his bruised cheek. Aya stared, practically even glaring as he
rubbed the sore spot. "Nagi." Aya sighed, drawing forth the hidden katana,
resting it inches below Nagi's throat. He leaned closer, the hard metal
pressed against him even closer, sweet blood running its way down. He
bent down. Nagi froze, a warm tingling sensation enveloping itself around
the wound, a light suction at his thin neck. "I'm sorry." His tongue lapped at
the blood, causing Nagi to softly moan in protest. And bit down, elliciting a
sharp gasp from the other.

His hands clutched Nagi's side, roaming down hastily to work at his pants,
sliding them down past the thin waist. Nagi shivered, clinging firmly onto
Fujimiya, one hand stroking Naoe. "Aya..."

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Hot water pounded the hard floor, steam thickly staining thin walls, quickly
adhering to the damp surface. Schuldich turned, towel draped around his
broad shoulders. The Irishman. He sat, legs dangling off from the sill,
chuckling a bit slightly. He'd been watching for some time, he assumed, the
other silently watching him shower. "What the hell do you want?"

Author's Note: (looks at reviews) Thankes minna-san! I just love reviews!
Gomen Enna Namo, it kinda was a little confusing. It's just so hard to write
as fast as my mind thinks up these thoughts. I picture everything
happening and write "he", forgetting that there are 5 he's in the room. v_v;

Maybe I should just change the script.

Omi: "No! Don't do that!"

It's just not yaoi.

Omi: "Nani?"

More like bishounen ai.

Omi: "...wait..." (reads chapter over) "I love that last part!"

Farfie: "It hurts God."

Omi: "Will you cut that out?"