~*~Jin~*~ You read my fic... and you liked it? *faints dead away* What an honor! *bows* I LOVE your work... "Find Me Love" will forever be one of my favorites, and it saddens me that you had to take it down! *hugs*
~*~Erfacie*~* Thank you! I don't like it because all I ever see are flaws, I'm obsessive *giggles* but thank you very much for liking it and for saying so... it means a lot to me!
~*~Wildfire~*~ Sorry this took so long *winces* I'm glad you are getting so into it, and again my apologies. I just couldn't find the time nor the drive to work on this.
~*~Chaos and Chosmos ~*~I'm sorry you don't like my version of Ken *sighs* Everyone has their own interpretation I guess, and Ken is very much like me. So, I tried to see how I would react in such situations. Yes Ken is hot tempered, but he's madly in love with Aya, so he is a tad OOC around him. I hope I live up to your views in later chapters, and that if I don't, it doesn't deter from the overall story. I am glad you like it and like Aya. ^_^
~*~Kia~*~ I'm glad you like ^_^ And yeah, Aya is a poohead, but that's why we like him, ne? ^_~
~*~Melle~*~ I like that you like *giggles* And I'm keepin it goin' slowly but surely. ^_^
~*~Galford340~*~ Update? What's that?! LOL... sorry for the delay, but that's for bitchin' me out.. got my lazyass in gear ^_~.
~*~Rurouni Valeria~*~ Favorites? This is one of your favorites?! *hyperventilates* Thank you soooooooooooo much!!!! Gah, now I feel so much pressure. I hope you still continue to feel that way!
Disclaimer: *singing way off-key* All I want for Christmas are my Ran~Ken... my Ran~Ken... ack... oh well... not mine.. but my two front teeth are...
Warnings: Death, angst, psychopathic, lemon, rape, um... that about covers it I think.
Pairings: AyaxKen/KenxAya and a few others, but I'm not going to tell, 'cause that'd be cheating. ^_____^
Spoilers: Aya-chan (sort of), Ran's Takatori obsession, *shrugs* I don't know... you do know they work at a flower shop, right?
Death Count: Farfie so far *sniffs* (yes, I do like him, but he had to go for the story to have a plot, sorry!)
Dedication: I can't believe I forgot to mention one of the most excellent writers in my last chapter... MARTY-SAMA!!!! This woman is not only a fantastic and imaginative writer, but a wonderful person as well. I am honored to be friends with such brilliance, and I suggest everyone to go read her fics, and quick! Love ya Marty! ^_^
"Part 1: Destroying a Mind"
"Chapter Two: The Capture
By Nauta Iupiter
Next Morning…
"Ken…" the word tumbled softly from parched lips just as the sun seemed to fall awkwardly into the day. Even in the bursting light, the night was not yet dispelled, as it and its secrets whispered gently into the waking dawn.
Remember…
The fading moon seemed to chant, its crescent shape growing dimmer with each passing second.
Remember….
And yet, the memories only seemed to strengthen even as the almost audible voice began to fade. How could one forget something that shook their very soul?
The moon was gone, the sun shined high, and Aya remembered. The kiss, the fight, and most of all the pain, it was hard to ignore the pain. It seemed to stab at his chest with every beat of his heart, with every well guarded breath. He had hurt Ken, but worse, the soccer player was no where to be seen, and that fact was making the seemingly easy task of sweeping difficult to manage.
Had he chased him away with his well seeming plans? Was he the cause of any further pain to his… no… just Ken? He wasn't allowed to love, wasn't allowed to own anything other than his sword and his hatred. There was no place in his life for love. And yet the pain, and the guilt continued until all that was left was the clattering of the broom as he rushed out the door.
***
The wind was cold, an icy breeze in the blackness of the alley, a bitter and unforgiving lover, sweeping through the trash in total disregard for its peace. No light dared venture into the darkness, no body dared dart through. It was as if the lone alley way were but a shadow of all things good and pure, the last remnants of the evils that lurked in the night, fighting stubbornly against the brightness of the day.
It was surprising then, when a low crunching sound permeated through the desolate path way. A foot, treading lightly upon the bits of broken glass, of broken dreams, that littered the ground. Who dared to face the darkness alone?
Ken sighed, hands jammed into his pockets, the bitter wind sweeping up his messy brown bangs. Aya…. It was as if that one word consumed him, like the kiss.
It hurt to think of, it hurt to remember, and yet both he did with little reservations. How could he stop the flow of images, of feelings… it was like breathing to him, and if they stopped, he'd cease to be. Aya had kissed him, had eaten him from the inside out, consumed is very soul, and played it off as nothing more than an act. Then why? Why did he have to make it into so much more, when it was nothing to Aya? Why was he being so foolish, when all the future seemed to hold was pain?
The soccer player slumped down along a red bricked wall, forgetful of everything but the ache in his heart. No longer was he in a dark alley with the smell of rotten garbage looming over head, no more was it daytime or was he alone, with bitter tears streaming down his face. He just was, lost in the corners of his own mind, floating on a river of despair.
All he wanted was Aya, that's all he had ever remembered wanting. It wasn't much was it, considering all he sacrificed in his short life? He wasn't asking for the world, he wasn't asking to go back to how things once were (for to do that would mean he'd have to give up Aya in some form, since Aya wasn't his to begin with). All Ken wanted was to be loved, which was a fairly common wish amongst mankind, and yet here he was, alone perhaps for forever, in love with ice personified.
It was with such heartbreaking thoughts that the shadow snuck up on him, unnoticed. His red hair, a beacon of the light in this place of darkness, warned all to keep there distance. It stood out, clashed in the void of color, a brilliant, shinning ray of the sun in the middle of the night. And yet, it went unseen by the brunette. Ken didn't hear him, didn't see the flicker of shadows, nothing. He was drowning in his own thoughts and his assassin intuition had sunk way down into those murky depths. It wasn't until the nasal voice spoke that he realized he was in danger, and by then it was too late.
"Guten tag, meine katzen…." Schu whispered against Ken's ear, the warmth of the breath tickling through his hair alerted all of his senses. Shit Schu was close, too close…. Ken tried to back up but his hand slid across the sludge of rotten trash and he immediately fell back on his rear.
He had done it again, hadn't he? Damn Aya! He had driven him to distraction one too many times, and this one would be it, the fatal blow. God, he was going to die, he just knew it. He was going to go a virgin and…
A snide chuckle interrupted his thoughts. "That's what you think about when you face death? Well, I can help you, katzen, don't want you to have any regrets…"
The red head leaned forward, thoroughly invading Ken's personal space, and enjoying every minute of it, to softly kiss along Ken's cheek. When the boy flinched the German smiled and brought his hands down to caress the still darkened cheek bone.
"I'm not the red head you want, am I?" he no more asked than stated. "You want the one who did this…" again he dragged his fingers along the bruise, adding pressure to make it hurt. "Well he's coming kitten, he's coming… but I think you might be better off if he wasn't… no need to…. get him involved…."
Ken choked back a furious sob. Not Ran… please God, not Ran… But, fate was and always would be a bitch because just then, as if by some cosmic cue, said red head with a comatose woman's name graced the once vacant, but now somewhat popular alley way, bestowing validity upon the telepath's statement.
What would have been violet eyes, if there had been any light not eaten by the buildings, scanned the area silently. Their aqua counterparts widened as the red head walked about oblivious… he hadn't seen them yet, there was still hope. Lunging up, past the German, Ken tried in a futile effort to scream out to his comrade. His mouth moved and air passed over his larynx but nothing came out; nothing at all except a choked gasp. And so, unaware, Ran ventured further into the alley, drawn deeper into Ken's personal hell.
'Is this Schu's doing?' the soccer player suddenly thought, casting his eyes on his foe warily, while his calloused fingers rubbed at his neck, as if to rub away whatever it was that was hindering his voice from coming forth. 'Is he making it so I cannot speak and so Aya keeps walking into this trap? Is that what it is… a trap for Aya? Then why use me as bait… why….'
'Shhh katzen… it is just coincidence….' Shuldich's thoughts filtered across Ken's mind as if it were simply another of his own mental voices, but the feeling that came with it demanded attention and made it obvious it couldn't be just that. A strong, hard slap to the mind, stinging with every new word communicated, it definitely had that sadistic signature that was practically synonymous with the telepath. 'I just happened to be taking my dog out, and chanced upon a beautiful kitten and found myself another. I don't think my dog likes cats as much as I, though….'
Brown brows furrowed, hands still working over his neck, at what the German had said. Dog? He saw no such thing. And then, like before, the undersexed, perhaps never even touched, virgin bitch, also known as fate, cocked her ugly head and another shadow appeared, stalking silently behind Aya. Ken blinked, his hands pausing but still around his neck, and let his head tilt forward with a sigh. Things just kept to continuously get worse, didn't they? The story of his life….
He didn't want to watch this. He knew how it would go: They would both die and this stupid impediment to his vocal abilities would make him regret with each of these last few, precious seconds that he never voiced how he felt. He'd probably go second, holding a dying Ran in his arms while Schu laughed maniacally and stroked his "pet". Just like some stupid American drama. Great, he had to die like a damn fictional character.
Schuldich snorted and shook his head, patting Ken's fluffy brown hair as he stood up. "Too clichéd, katzen…. Where's the flare? It has to be different, stylish, and fun… that's too droll for my methods!" He winked and pulled Ken up to him, trapping the smaller boy to his body.
"Hey kitten… " He called flirtatiously to Ran, as he held the squirming soccer player around the waste. "Looking for this?"
The red haired head snapped up, eyes narrowing, though the feeling of pure ice they radiated was more noticeable in this darkness, by the pricking of hairs on the back of the neck, than was the actual glare itself.
"Schuldich…" Ran's deep voice boomed out, as his long, slender legs took him across the dampened asphalt in a matter of seconds.
The splashing of his feet grew louder, across the silent alley way, telling of his nearing proximity, and then, suddenly just as it had come, it died. There was no apparent cause, to the fading of the foot falling, just the still figure standing in the shadows. But as the eyes traveled up his frozen frame, and settle upon the widened pools of violets, it was then that a cause could be deduced. For said eyes were staring, in silent horror, at the German and his prey.
Ken. It had to be Ken. Of all people for Schu to taunt him with, it had to be the one he had feelings for. Confusing, stupid, distracting feelings, yes, but feelings nonetheless.
Ran suddenly felt sick, a wave of terror and unsurity and near insanity taking over his frame. He didn't know what to do in this sort of situation. He didn't know how or what to feel about it. So he did what he would do if it were any teammate in trouble, he crabbed a shard of glass and dove toward his enemy.
And as he dove, the cool wind tangling in his ear tales, a silent prayer being carried past to not accidentally hit Ken, he didn't see the telltale shadow of Schuldich's afore mentioned "dog" until it was too late. The knife pierced through the freckled flesh, splattering the blood of the unintended target upon the damp ground below, and with a simple, well aimed punch of the bleeding "beast", Ran was out like a light.
Ken again moved to scream, but to no avail, his voice had been swallowed up by hell. And Schuldich, the self appointed lackey of Satan, laughed hysterically at his newly one prize being hefted up by what could now be seen a man with wispy green hair. He had a familiar look about him, an aura that screamed "crazy" in the way his red eyes seemed to dart everywhere with no purpose. He reminded Ken of someone, but before he could think any more on who that it was he was remembering, the world went black.
TBC...
Author's Babble: I tried to proof this, but if it doesn't makes sense in places, gomen... could be either A) My compy seemed to be acting up when I typed the later parts or B) Simply that it was written over a few months so it was hard to maintain the same style/feel. Ok, anyways, sorry this took so long in the making, I hope you guys liked it. I have no idea when I'll get the next part out. Gosh, all I really want to do is the ending arc, but alas.. gotta get through all this too. ^_~ Thanks for reading!
~*~Erfacie*~* Thank you! I don't like it because all I ever see are flaws, I'm obsessive *giggles* but thank you very much for liking it and for saying so... it means a lot to me!
~*~Wildfire~*~ Sorry this took so long *winces* I'm glad you are getting so into it, and again my apologies. I just couldn't find the time nor the drive to work on this.
~*~Chaos and Chosmos ~*~I'm sorry you don't like my version of Ken *sighs* Everyone has their own interpretation I guess, and Ken is very much like me. So, I tried to see how I would react in such situations. Yes Ken is hot tempered, but he's madly in love with Aya, so he is a tad OOC around him. I hope I live up to your views in later chapters, and that if I don't, it doesn't deter from the overall story. I am glad you like it and like Aya. ^_^
~*~Kia~*~ I'm glad you like ^_^ And yeah, Aya is a poohead, but that's why we like him, ne? ^_~
~*~Melle~*~ I like that you like *giggles* And I'm keepin it goin' slowly but surely. ^_^
~*~Galford340~*~ Update? What's that?! LOL... sorry for the delay, but that's for bitchin' me out.. got my lazyass in gear ^_~.
~*~Rurouni Valeria~*~ Favorites? This is one of your favorites?! *hyperventilates* Thank you soooooooooooo much!!!! Gah, now I feel so much pressure. I hope you still continue to feel that way!
Disclaimer: *singing way off-key* All I want for Christmas are my Ran~Ken... my Ran~Ken... ack... oh well... not mine.. but my two front teeth are...
Warnings: Death, angst, psychopathic, lemon, rape, um... that about covers it I think.
Pairings: AyaxKen/KenxAya and a few others, but I'm not going to tell, 'cause that'd be cheating. ^_____^
Spoilers: Aya-chan (sort of), Ran's Takatori obsession, *shrugs* I don't know... you do know they work at a flower shop, right?
Death Count: Farfie so far *sniffs* (yes, I do like him, but he had to go for the story to have a plot, sorry!)
Dedication: I can't believe I forgot to mention one of the most excellent writers in my last chapter... MARTY-SAMA!!!! This woman is not only a fantastic and imaginative writer, but a wonderful person as well. I am honored to be friends with such brilliance, and I suggest everyone to go read her fics, and quick! Love ya Marty! ^_^
"Part 1: Destroying a Mind"
"Chapter Two: The Capture
By Nauta Iupiter
Next Morning…
"Ken…" the word tumbled softly from parched lips just as the sun seemed to fall awkwardly into the day. Even in the bursting light, the night was not yet dispelled, as it and its secrets whispered gently into the waking dawn.
Remember…
The fading moon seemed to chant, its crescent shape growing dimmer with each passing second.
Remember….
And yet, the memories only seemed to strengthen even as the almost audible voice began to fade. How could one forget something that shook their very soul?
The moon was gone, the sun shined high, and Aya remembered. The kiss, the fight, and most of all the pain, it was hard to ignore the pain. It seemed to stab at his chest with every beat of his heart, with every well guarded breath. He had hurt Ken, but worse, the soccer player was no where to be seen, and that fact was making the seemingly easy task of sweeping difficult to manage.
Had he chased him away with his well seeming plans? Was he the cause of any further pain to his… no… just Ken? He wasn't allowed to love, wasn't allowed to own anything other than his sword and his hatred. There was no place in his life for love. And yet the pain, and the guilt continued until all that was left was the clattering of the broom as he rushed out the door.
***
The wind was cold, an icy breeze in the blackness of the alley, a bitter and unforgiving lover, sweeping through the trash in total disregard for its peace. No light dared venture into the darkness, no body dared dart through. It was as if the lone alley way were but a shadow of all things good and pure, the last remnants of the evils that lurked in the night, fighting stubbornly against the brightness of the day.
It was surprising then, when a low crunching sound permeated through the desolate path way. A foot, treading lightly upon the bits of broken glass, of broken dreams, that littered the ground. Who dared to face the darkness alone?
Ken sighed, hands jammed into his pockets, the bitter wind sweeping up his messy brown bangs. Aya…. It was as if that one word consumed him, like the kiss.
It hurt to think of, it hurt to remember, and yet both he did with little reservations. How could he stop the flow of images, of feelings… it was like breathing to him, and if they stopped, he'd cease to be. Aya had kissed him, had eaten him from the inside out, consumed is very soul, and played it off as nothing more than an act. Then why? Why did he have to make it into so much more, when it was nothing to Aya? Why was he being so foolish, when all the future seemed to hold was pain?
The soccer player slumped down along a red bricked wall, forgetful of everything but the ache in his heart. No longer was he in a dark alley with the smell of rotten garbage looming over head, no more was it daytime or was he alone, with bitter tears streaming down his face. He just was, lost in the corners of his own mind, floating on a river of despair.
All he wanted was Aya, that's all he had ever remembered wanting. It wasn't much was it, considering all he sacrificed in his short life? He wasn't asking for the world, he wasn't asking to go back to how things once were (for to do that would mean he'd have to give up Aya in some form, since Aya wasn't his to begin with). All Ken wanted was to be loved, which was a fairly common wish amongst mankind, and yet here he was, alone perhaps for forever, in love with ice personified.
It was with such heartbreaking thoughts that the shadow snuck up on him, unnoticed. His red hair, a beacon of the light in this place of darkness, warned all to keep there distance. It stood out, clashed in the void of color, a brilliant, shinning ray of the sun in the middle of the night. And yet, it went unseen by the brunette. Ken didn't hear him, didn't see the flicker of shadows, nothing. He was drowning in his own thoughts and his assassin intuition had sunk way down into those murky depths. It wasn't until the nasal voice spoke that he realized he was in danger, and by then it was too late.
"Guten tag, meine katzen…." Schu whispered against Ken's ear, the warmth of the breath tickling through his hair alerted all of his senses. Shit Schu was close, too close…. Ken tried to back up but his hand slid across the sludge of rotten trash and he immediately fell back on his rear.
He had done it again, hadn't he? Damn Aya! He had driven him to distraction one too many times, and this one would be it, the fatal blow. God, he was going to die, he just knew it. He was going to go a virgin and…
A snide chuckle interrupted his thoughts. "That's what you think about when you face death? Well, I can help you, katzen, don't want you to have any regrets…"
The red head leaned forward, thoroughly invading Ken's personal space, and enjoying every minute of it, to softly kiss along Ken's cheek. When the boy flinched the German smiled and brought his hands down to caress the still darkened cheek bone.
"I'm not the red head you want, am I?" he no more asked than stated. "You want the one who did this…" again he dragged his fingers along the bruise, adding pressure to make it hurt. "Well he's coming kitten, he's coming… but I think you might be better off if he wasn't… no need to…. get him involved…."
Ken choked back a furious sob. Not Ran… please God, not Ran… But, fate was and always would be a bitch because just then, as if by some cosmic cue, said red head with a comatose woman's name graced the once vacant, but now somewhat popular alley way, bestowing validity upon the telepath's statement.
What would have been violet eyes, if there had been any light not eaten by the buildings, scanned the area silently. Their aqua counterparts widened as the red head walked about oblivious… he hadn't seen them yet, there was still hope. Lunging up, past the German, Ken tried in a futile effort to scream out to his comrade. His mouth moved and air passed over his larynx but nothing came out; nothing at all except a choked gasp. And so, unaware, Ran ventured further into the alley, drawn deeper into Ken's personal hell.
'Is this Schu's doing?' the soccer player suddenly thought, casting his eyes on his foe warily, while his calloused fingers rubbed at his neck, as if to rub away whatever it was that was hindering his voice from coming forth. 'Is he making it so I cannot speak and so Aya keeps walking into this trap? Is that what it is… a trap for Aya? Then why use me as bait… why….'
'Shhh katzen… it is just coincidence….' Shuldich's thoughts filtered across Ken's mind as if it were simply another of his own mental voices, but the feeling that came with it demanded attention and made it obvious it couldn't be just that. A strong, hard slap to the mind, stinging with every new word communicated, it definitely had that sadistic signature that was practically synonymous with the telepath. 'I just happened to be taking my dog out, and chanced upon a beautiful kitten and found myself another. I don't think my dog likes cats as much as I, though….'
Brown brows furrowed, hands still working over his neck, at what the German had said. Dog? He saw no such thing. And then, like before, the undersexed, perhaps never even touched, virgin bitch, also known as fate, cocked her ugly head and another shadow appeared, stalking silently behind Aya. Ken blinked, his hands pausing but still around his neck, and let his head tilt forward with a sigh. Things just kept to continuously get worse, didn't they? The story of his life….
He didn't want to watch this. He knew how it would go: They would both die and this stupid impediment to his vocal abilities would make him regret with each of these last few, precious seconds that he never voiced how he felt. He'd probably go second, holding a dying Ran in his arms while Schu laughed maniacally and stroked his "pet". Just like some stupid American drama. Great, he had to die like a damn fictional character.
Schuldich snorted and shook his head, patting Ken's fluffy brown hair as he stood up. "Too clichéd, katzen…. Where's the flare? It has to be different, stylish, and fun… that's too droll for my methods!" He winked and pulled Ken up to him, trapping the smaller boy to his body.
"Hey kitten… " He called flirtatiously to Ran, as he held the squirming soccer player around the waste. "Looking for this?"
The red haired head snapped up, eyes narrowing, though the feeling of pure ice they radiated was more noticeable in this darkness, by the pricking of hairs on the back of the neck, than was the actual glare itself.
"Schuldich…" Ran's deep voice boomed out, as his long, slender legs took him across the dampened asphalt in a matter of seconds.
The splashing of his feet grew louder, across the silent alley way, telling of his nearing proximity, and then, suddenly just as it had come, it died. There was no apparent cause, to the fading of the foot falling, just the still figure standing in the shadows. But as the eyes traveled up his frozen frame, and settle upon the widened pools of violets, it was then that a cause could be deduced. For said eyes were staring, in silent horror, at the German and his prey.
Ken. It had to be Ken. Of all people for Schu to taunt him with, it had to be the one he had feelings for. Confusing, stupid, distracting feelings, yes, but feelings nonetheless.
Ran suddenly felt sick, a wave of terror and unsurity and near insanity taking over his frame. He didn't know what to do in this sort of situation. He didn't know how or what to feel about it. So he did what he would do if it were any teammate in trouble, he crabbed a shard of glass and dove toward his enemy.
And as he dove, the cool wind tangling in his ear tales, a silent prayer being carried past to not accidentally hit Ken, he didn't see the telltale shadow of Schuldich's afore mentioned "dog" until it was too late. The knife pierced through the freckled flesh, splattering the blood of the unintended target upon the damp ground below, and with a simple, well aimed punch of the bleeding "beast", Ran was out like a light.
Ken again moved to scream, but to no avail, his voice had been swallowed up by hell. And Schuldich, the self appointed lackey of Satan, laughed hysterically at his newly one prize being hefted up by what could now be seen a man with wispy green hair. He had a familiar look about him, an aura that screamed "crazy" in the way his red eyes seemed to dart everywhere with no purpose. He reminded Ken of someone, but before he could think any more on who that it was he was remembering, the world went black.
TBC...
Author's Babble: I tried to proof this, but if it doesn't makes sense in places, gomen... could be either A) My compy seemed to be acting up when I typed the later parts or B) Simply that it was written over a few months so it was hard to maintain the same style/feel. Ok, anyways, sorry this took so long in the making, I hope you guys liked it. I have no idea when I'll get the next part out. Gosh, all I really want to do is the ending arc, but alas.. gotta get through all this too. ^_~ Thanks for reading!