Lust
By Tien Riu
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Disclaimer:
Weiss Kreuz and all characters do not belong to me. Plot (what little there is of it ^_^) and depiction of characters are mine.
C&C, R&R and any other derivation there of including flames will be appreciated.
"Lust" is the first of three Weiss Kreuz stories that are determinedly yaoi (that means homosexual relationships for the initiated) and (unfortunately, since I was aiming for a PWP at the start and failed miserable) plot-driven. For those who are interested, "Do you believe in sin?" is a short background story to this series - however, you don't need to read it to understand anything that happens.
Extra Note: Rating [R] is for future chapters, but I'm not lowering it down to PG-13 simply because it seems awful to do something like that to readers. Also - it feels like cheating since Fanfiction.net has just put G - PG-13 as the default view rating.
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Aya
All an act. All an act.
The mantra refused to cease repeating in his head; so Aya ignored it as he had learned to ignore everything that interfered with his mission.
How long A~ya? How long can you pretend this doesn't exist? That you're all ice? How long? How long before it isn't a pretence?
"Mr. Fujiyima?" The speaker was another man in a black business suit standing at the feet of a long arching stretch of stairs.
Several wall scones dimly lighted the hallway, their dull light casting reflective shadows on the marble of the floor.
Aya inclined his head coming to a stop several yards in front of the speaker; behind he could hear Youji following behind the young man who had greeted them.
"Mr. Kudou?" The speaker glanced behind Aya, and he knew, without turning that Youji was behind him.
How long?
"Yeah. That's me. Who are you?" Youji asked, dropping his bag onto the floor, "And where is Manx?"
"You can call me -" the man hesitated, then continued, "Fluffy."
A cold line of sensation ran up Aya's spine, he shifted silently - and knew Youji was doing the same.
"Fluffy?"
Youji repeated, "You want us to call you Fluffy?"
The man shrugged, "It is my codename -"
"Kritiker uses cat breeds as names, not cat names." Youji said, suspicion colouring his voice, "Who the hell are you?"
Youji had access to his weapon at all times - it was the nature of his speciality. Aya on the other hand, could not openly carry a katana. However, it was amazing the places it was possible to secrete knives.
Aya turned slightly, keeping the young man who had opened the door within sight; Youji stepped forward, drawing attention to himself.
You work well with him A~ya. Know how he thinks, how he reacts. It's not just professionalism. . . Is it, A~ya?
'Fluffy' held up a hand, "Please. Relax." He gestured to the young man behind them, "My code name according to Kritiker is Fluffy. I am not a contact or an operative, I am a contract specialist."
"Contract specialist?" Youji repeated, "Never heard of them."
"All contract specialists are called
'Fluffy'." The young man said - perhaps
unhelpfully; he remained standing there, arms clasped before him.
"Never heard of that either." Youji said, "So how about me and my partner leave, and when Kritiker gets around to informing us about all these new 'codes', we'll come back." He added lightly.
"And if we don't let you?" 'Fluffy' asked, almost casually.
Youji shrugged, and smiled - it would have seemed carefree had Aya not seen the expression in his eyes. Cold.
'Fluffy' frowned, then sighed, "Well - fine. But it means the mission will not be completed by the target date," he said, "You do realise that this is unnecessary wastage of -"
Aya nearly missed the signal - it was only the slight widening of 'Fluffy's eyes. He swung his bag straight at the young man, a muffled thump sign that Youji had done the same to 'Fluffy', drawing the knife he had tucked in the small of his back - and then, suddenly, the lights went. . . Out.
And then there was nothing.
The man who had called himself 'Fluffy' stared down dispassionately at the two men sprawled on the ground, "Pity." He said.
The young man who had opened the door gently placed the bag that had been thrown at him - and which he had deftly caught - on the floor, "Why a pity?" he asked, his voice not so much curious as a rote repetition of an expected question.
"They reacted exactly as expected." 'Fluffy' said.
The young man frowned, "And that's bad?"
"Of course." 'Fluffy' turned away, kneeling beside the bag that had been thrown at him, he unzipped it, riffling through the contents quickly and efficiently, "Chaos, uncertainty - such things are rare and should always be sought."
The young man stared at his turned back, "Chaos and uncertainty is only unexpected to you -" he paused, and almost smiled, "'Fluffy'."
"Don't call me that." 'Fluffy' replied, standing up; on the floor, the bag's contents were spilt over the marble, "Kudou's dress sense seems to have improved with youth." He said.
The young man turned his gaze to the various items of clothing, "Was that in your visions as well?"
"Time will tell." 'Fluffy' replied, and almost smiled as well, "Has he contacted you yet?"
The young man frowned, his eyes blanking slightly then nodded, "He just did. How did you know he was here already?"
'Fluffy' arched one eyebrow, "Did you truly think that I somehow managed to handle these two kittens without lifting a finger, Farfello?" he asked, rhetorically.
The young man - Farfello - shrugged, "It
could happen, 'Fluffy'." He said, "God
works in mysterious ways."
'Fluffy' winced, "Please do not use that phrase - from you. .
. It is extremely disconcerting."
Farfello grinned then, the first true emotion, "I know. Shu told me you didn't like it, 'Fluffy'."
'Fluffy' did not answer, instead turning his gaze to the entrance of the mansion, frowning, "What took you so long?"
The man who entered had red hair; he, like the other two, was dressed conservatively in a black suit. He was carrying several bags.
"Traffic." He said shortly.
'Fluffy' paused, then grinned, "Lover boy decided to drop me off at the airport." He said, and it wasn't a question.
The red haired man rolled his eyes, "Keep your precog ass out of my past, 'Fluffy'." He drawled as he strolled over and paused before the two men on the floor, "How much time do we have?" he asked.
'Fluffy' paused, glancing fixedly down at the men - and at the same time through them, "Five hours. If we leave in five hours and thirty three minutes, Kritiker will never know what happened." He said, then paused and added, "Don't call me that."
The red haired man nodded, "Where's the little prodigy?" he asked.
'Fluffy' winced, "His name is Nagi. Do not call him that."
"Right, the little genius then." The red haired man retorted, "You have weird hang-ups Fluf -" he stopped at 'Fluffy's level headed glare, "Crawford." He finished, holding up his hands with a sigh, "No way to win with a precog is there?" he sighed, "So, five hours, thirty minutes give or take. We better get cracking." He paused and stared at the two men on the ground and sighed, "Do we have to carry them upstairs?" he whined, "Can't Nagi do this?"
'Fluffy' - Crawford - ignored him and turned on his heel, walking away.
The red haired man sighed, "Ah damn - he's in one of his moods again -" he paused, eyes widening, "The least he could do is carry the bags!"
Farfello shrugged, picking up the slighter form of Aya Fujiyima and settling him loose-limbed over one shoulder, "Your problem." He said.
The red haired man was left alone; he sighed rolling his eyes as he stared down at the body of Youji Kudou.
"The things I do for a little bit of ass." He said, before a lecherous grin slipped onto his face; he smoothed one hand down Youji's length as he picked the man up, "Crawford's plans are going to give you one hell of a headache, Kudou-san," he drawled quietly, "But one day in the future, you're going to thank me for choosing you out of your litter." He smiled, "Though the choosing was - nice. We'll have to repeat it one day in the future."
Elsewhere, the man who was called Crawford and had been known as 'Fluffy' smiled as images of death, destruction and slavery played for the last time through his mind's eyes. By his side, Farfello frowned - it was unusual for Crawford to smile.
"What do you see?" Farfello asked.
"You with white hair." Crawford replied quietly.
Farfello frowned, glancing to the glass windows; his reflection stared back, a young man with black hair and blue eyes - both, he assumed, from his absent father.
"I get a very bad peroxide job in the future?" Farfello asked, "Shu's bad taste brushes off on me?"
"Don't worry Farfello. I'll make sure your hair remains black." Crawford replied and continued walking.
Behind them, Jay Bennett followed, carrying Youji Kudou towards his future.