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Chapter IV. B: Moulin Weiβ
Youji groaned as he sat on the couch. His whole body was sore and he was still very sleepy. He shot Omi a deadly glance. The blonde teenager woke up Youji rather early in the morning.
"Go away," Youji had grumbled when Omi had shook him awake. Youji burrowed deeper into the covers. Omi then ruthlessly snatched the covers off Youji. "What the–Tsukiyono!" Youji groaned.
Omi stared at Youji, his blue eyes narrowed and serious. "Aya-kun called for an emergency meeting. You have to be there." When Youji began to protest, Omi's eyes widened and took on a sort of pleading expression.
The result was inevitable. Youji got out of bed and was now sitting in the couch, waiting for the meeting to begin. Youji sought out Ken. Ken was sitting on a chair, looking terrible. Meanwhile, Aya was sipping a cup of coffee and was looking outside the window.
"When is Manx coming here?" Ken burst out in an irritated voice. "I'm sore and exhausted from last night's work in the club. I want to have some sleep."
"Quit complaining." Aya put down his cup. "Manx has something important to say to us." Aya was also sore and exhausted from all the work in the club. They had been working there for two nights now. He and the other two members of Weiβ Kreuz, Ken and Youji, had spent their time in the club dancing, serving and singing, all the while wearing their elaborate 'queenish' costumes. It was not only a humiliating experience for them, it was very tiring experience as well.
At that moment, Manx came in. She took one look at their disgruntled faces then said carefully, "I'll go directly to the point. Recent observations by Kritiker have revealed that Hagiri is not working alone. It appears that he works for some sort of organization. This organization hired him to do damage on certain select areas. We don't have any idea what the pattern is yet, but we are sure Hagiri does not work alone, so be very careful."
"What organization is he working for?" Youji asked.
"We haven't pinpointed what organization is Hagiri working for. However, for now, let's focus on Hagiri. Have you seen him in the club yet?" Manx wanted to know.
Ken nodded. "Yeah. I served him a couple of times and–" Ken shot a politely listening Omi a quick glance. "He sort of made a pass on me." A blush stained Ken's cheeks. "But he ended up with a co-worker, Little Lina."
Manx turned to Aya. "Keep an eye on Hagiri. He might make a move anytime soon." Aya nodded curtly.
"Hey, where's Patricia-san?" Ken asked aloud. "I need to ask her something."
"Oh, Patti-san's still sleeping. She had a rough night," Omi replied.
"Not as rough as we've had, I bet," Youji remarked dryly. "What is this mission she's working on, anyway?"
Manx shrugged. "Europe asked her to do some background checks on an associate of one of their targets. By the way, how are thing with her?"
"Everything's fine, I guess. She's one hell of an assassin," Youji remarked, a note of admiration in his voice. Then he frowned. "She's far too fussy on details, though. She makes sure we don't get into trouble."
"Is that such a failing, Youji?" Manx asked, amused. Manx glanced at Aya, whose face was impassive as usual. She wondered how the redhead was getting along with Patricia.
*******
That night, Little Lina was in heaven. He had just met a wonderful guy by the name of Keisuke Hagiri. The name seemed familiar to Lina for some reasons. Keisuke had longish black hair and twinkling gray eyes. Kei-chan was a wonderfully gentle, sweet and caring man. He was a perfect gentleman.
Little Lina sighed. It wasn't easy to be a female impersonator in Japan. Little Lina had to put up with numerous insults and abuses, not to mention the hatred of his parents. They were not pleased with their only son's career choice and sexual orientation.
"Daydreaming, Lina-chan?" a vaguely familiar voice asked teasingly. Lina looked up. The owner of the voice was one of the newcomers. What was his name? Lina thought. She stared blankly at the brown-haired newcomer for a moment. Oh, now I remember. It's Barbie. Barbie was a rather awkward dancer, but the crowd liked him. Lina nodded, a flush appearing on his face.
Barbie smiled kindly at her. "Who is it this time? The guy you were talking to yesterday?"
Lina blushed harder. "Hai. We're going out after the show."
Ken smiled back, then sauntered away. So, Hagiri's moving already. Ken scowled. His name in the club was Barbie–a name Youji had suggested. "After all, you're name's Ken and Ken's counterpart's Barbie, isn't it?" Youji had said, pertaining to the world-famous dolls. Ken nearly punched the playboy blonde, but Aya stopped him.
Ken entered the dressing room. Youji was in one corner, applying his make-up with the help of their co-workers. Aya was sitting alone in one corner, his wig slightly tilting the wrong way. Even in his drag costume, Aya still managed to convey his keep-away-from-me aura.
Ken shuddered as he recalled the night before. Aya was serving drinks when someone pinched his butt. Aya didn't do anything other than glare at the perpetrator on the spot, but after work, Aya excused himself, saying he needed a breath of fresh air. Ken and Youji then heard a sudden clatter of garbage cans.
The next night, the man who pinched Aya's butt was reported to be in the hospital, sporting serious injuries. On the same night, Aya seemed to sport a satisfied look on his face.
Ken sighed. He wished this were all over.
*******
"The police are getting very suspicious of you. You shouldn't have done that," the disembodied voice from the other end of the line said. "It was foolishness. We did not pay you to lead the police to us."
Keisuke Hagiri bristled. "I'm aware of that. Don't tell what to do."
"I was just simply giving you a friendly reminder. Remember, we hired you to destroy those buildings, not to make your twisted fantasies come to life," the voice paused. "If you were to fail and manage to stay alive, we would deal with you accordingly. Good day." The phone line went dead.
Keisuke slammed the phone back to its cradle. He was absolutely furious. To speak to him as if he were a child! In addition, he was threatened! Who does he think he is?
A malicious smile lit up his face. As a youth, he hated fags, hated them with all his heart. For him, they were an abomination on Earth. Hadn't God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah because many of its inhabitants were gays? Hajiri considered himself as God's avenging angel, tasked to destroy this abomination.
It was so easy to get them, these depraved creatures. Show them a little gentleness and understanding and they'll come licking at your feet. Little do they know what was in store with them.
After they were intimate enough, Hagiri would have his intended bomber bring a briefcase to him to the target place. The briefcase contained the bomb, and before anyone could figure out what was happening, it was all over with a loud boom.
He sat on the couch. He'll think about a suitable punishment for his employers later. He has other, more important things to do.
*******
"Barbie, honey, can you please help me put on my breasts?"
Ken gaped at the female impersonator in front of him. The impersonator–Ken forgot what his drag name was–was holding out two lumps of silicone in both hands. "Uh–sure," Ken finally said. Setting his teeth together, Ken inserted the silicone in their respective places.
"Oh, Barbie-chan," a familiar falsetto voice called. Ken whirled around to glare at a grinning Youji. The playboy assassin was wearing a red corset dress and a wildly curly light blonde wig. Among the three, Youji seemed to be the only one enjoying this mission. Youji winked at him. "You should start dressing. The show's almost starting."
The dressing room of the club was full of busy female impersonators and their assistants. They were busy preparing for the show tonight. In tune to today's trends, the show would be doing a Moulin Rouge/Lady Marmalade imitation–the one recently showed in MTV. Ken would be Mya; Aya would be Pink; Youji would be Christina Aguilera while Little Lina would be Li'l Kim. They wouldn't sing, of course, but they would dance.
We should be asking Persia for a raise. This is definitely not what I had in mind when I joined Weiβ, Ken thought, grunting as he put on his tight blue corset, a near imitation of what Mya wore in the video. As he began to decorate his hair with feathers and other fancy decorations, Ken sneaked a glance at Little Lina. He was absolutely glowing. Ken felt a twinge of sadness for Lina. She had no idea she was smitten with a mad bomber.
"All right, ladies, let's get ready now. The Lady Marmalade girls, please get in front. You will open our act," the chief choreographer announced. Ken looked at Aya for guidance. The leader of Weiβ was wearing a black corset, a slightly curly wig, and an avant-garde makeup–just like what Pink wore in the video. Aya looked completely ridiculous. Ken would have laughed if he weren't dressed and made up as ridiculously as Aya. He thanked the gods that Omi and Patricia or anyone they knew would not see them this way. It was just too humiliating. Anything for a mission…
The glare of lights was nearly blinding when they emerged onstage. There were the usual cheers and catcalls as the music began to start. Ken swallowed his embarrassment and began to dance to the song 'Lady Marmalade'.
Voulez-vous….
Ken gritted his teeth as the well-known lines blared out. That particular French line in the song roughly meant, 'Will sleep with me tonight, sir?' Ken wondered idly if the crowd knew about that particular fact. While dancing, Ken's eyes searched for Hagiri. Sure enough, Hagiri was sitting in one of the front tables, eyes trained on Little Lina.
"If I ever find out who set this up for us, I'll kill him or her with my bare hands," Ken muttered to himself.
The group danced on, perfectly mimicking the dance steps in the Lady Marmalade video. Ken sneaked a glance at Aya. He was dancing pretty well, considering the fact that he did not practice at all. Ken prayed inside his head that it would just be all over. Finally, as the confetti fell on them, the number ended.
There was roar of applause and cheers. "More! More!" the audience shouted.
Youji and Little Lina blew kisses at the audience. Ken managed to wave at them. Meanwhile, Aya immediately went backstage without so much as wave to the audience.
As they hustled back to the dressing room, Little Lina pulled Ken close to him. "I'm going out with Hagiri. Cover for me." Then Little Lina scurried off.
Ken turned to Aya and nodded. Sorry, Lina, but I can't cover for you. I have to save you from your date.
*******
The three were now dressed in their 'assassin' clothes. "Finally," Ken said as he let out his breath explosively. "I thought I'd never wear decent clothing ever again."
"Why, Barbie dear," Youji said mockingly. Ken glared at him. "You look better in sequins and corsets."
"Hagiri's moving," Aya announced coldly, halting any bickering that might erupt between the two. He picked up his katana. "Let's go."
They followed Hagiri and Lina for half-hour until Hagiri and his date finally entered a modest-looking hotel. Aya and the rest carefully and stealthily followed the two inside.
Then, all of the sudden, there were several crashing, popping and cracking noises, followed by screams.
"Gunshots!" Ken exclaimed. Without another word, they hurried towards the room where Hagiri is. Youji kicked the door open.
Hagiri and Lina were lying on the floor, their bodies filled with bullets. Blood was splattered everywhere. Four startled men, all of them carrying nasty looking Uzis, looked up at the equally surprised Weiβ. When their surprise wore off, Weiβ jumped back and flattened themselves onto the floor as a spray of bullets burst out. The four gun-totting men then immediately scrambled out of the room.
"Not so fast," Youji said, whipping out his piano wire. Youji caught one around the neck. Youji tugged sharply, jerking the man off his feet. The man fell on the floor, twisting and struggling for air. Ken and Aya rushed to follow the rest of the gun-totting men. The one of the three aimed his gun at Ken and Aya but Ken, moving quickly, drove his bugnuks into the man's chest. Aya followed the one that climbed up to the rooftop.
The night sky was bright with stars but Aya didn't pay attention to that when he reached the rooftop. His eyes searched for the man carrying the Uzi. A sudden cracking sound made Aya whirl around. Aya saw the man standing near the edge, his gun raised. Aya moved fast enough to avoid the bullets. Cursing under his breath, Aya ran for cover as the man continued to shoot at him.
A clicking sound told Aya that the man had ran out of bullets. Taking advantage of the situation, Aya leapt out from his cover and headed for the man. It was too late for him when he noticed the man pull out a handgun from his coat. Aya turned sharply to his right.
Aya took a step back as the bullet penetrated into the flesh of his left shoulder. Then Aya lashed out, his katana making a sweeping arc across the man's stomach. The man arched back, claw-like hands grabbing Aya's coat as the man slowly toppled towards the edge, determined to take Aya with him. Aya would have plummeted to the asphalt below if he hadn't managed to grab the ledge. The man's hands slipped away and he fell screaming to the ground.
Aya tried to raise himself up, but the excruciating pain of his wound prevented him. Not only that, his hands were slippery with his own blood. He hung there for a few moments, slowly weakening from blood loss. He tried to pull himself up once again, but this time his hands slipped, throwing him into the cool night air. Aya closed his eyes, knowing that death would come soon. Goodbye, Aya-chan. Images flashed before his eyes; scenes in his life. Then a familiar face appeared. It was Patricia's.
"Fujimiya!"
Aya opened his eyes. He was stunned to see Patricia looming over him. Her face was flushed and her breathing was ragged. She was gripping his right wrist tightly, obviously not wanting to let him go. They gazed at each other for a moment, eyes searching–both of them seeming to make sure that each other was real. "Give me your other hand," she ordered, thrusting out her other hand.
Aya didn't think. He just wordlessly gave his other hand to Patricia's outstretched hand. Patricia took a deep breath, then with all her strength, strained to haul Aya from the ledge. The two fell on the concrete floor, with Aya inevitably ending on top of Patricia.
Panting, their gazes locked on each other, their minds still a little dazed to realize their awkward position, their hearts pounding. Patricia's gaze fell on the gaping wound on Aya's shoulder. She then wordlessly slipped an arm underneath his uninjured shoulder and helped him up despite his protests. He was about to brush her arm away when a sharp stab of pain hit him. Patricia's worried eyes were his last memory as he slipped into darkness.
*******
"Can't this van go any faster? Aya's bleeding to death here!"
Aya stirred at the sound of the voice. It sounded like it belonged to a girl. It was vaguely familiar. He seemed like he was on something that was moving. They moved abruptly to the right.
"Kudou, watch where you're going!" another familiar but masculine voice said sharply. "I think he's coming to," the male voice whispered to someone Aya couldn't see.
Aya tried to open his eyes, but he squinted them shut when a bright light confronted him. Am I dead? he wondered to himself. He heard that those about to die would see a bright light.
"Dim the lights. It's blinding him," the feminine voice ordered in a firm voice. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," she whispered against his ear.
Aya's eyes opened. He saw Ken looming over him. Aya's gaze, however, focused on the owner of the feminine voice. Patricia was looking at him with worried eyes.
That was when everything came back to Aya. He had been shot on the shoulder and would have nearly fallen off the hotel's rooftop if it weren't for…Patricia. He raised his right hand and touched the wound. He felt the sticky wetness of his own blood.
"Don't touch it," Patricia told him firmly, pushing away his hand. Aya turned to her. "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep again. We thought we were going to lose you a while ago." Aya shifted, trying to get up but an excruciating pain in his shoulder made him slump back. He seemed to be propped up against something soft.
"Don't move either. Not only are you hurting yourself, you're hurting me as well," Patricia told him wryly. So, he was propped up against Patricia. "You still haven't completely stopped bleeding. I think the bullet must have torn an artery. You've been out for a few minutes. We're in the van right now."
"We're here," Youji announced, stopping the van. Patricia turned to Ken. "Help me carry him to his apartment." Ken nodded. Together, she and Ken, with Youji opening the door, carried Aya into his room.
As soon as Aya was settled in the bed, Patricia began issuing orders. The two, Ken and Youji, hurriedly obeyed her. Then she looked gravely at Aya. "How are you feeling?"
Weakened by blood loss, Aya didn't have the strength to lie. "Like hell," he whispered in a hoarse voice. He looked down at himself. He was no longer wearing his trench coat. "I took the liberty of taking off your trench coat. It got in the way when we were trying to stop your bleeding," Patricia explained.
"What were you doing there?" Aya suddenly asked her. Her sudden appearance at the nick of time baffled him more than anything else did.
"I–" her sentence was cut off when Youji and Ken arrived carrying all sorts of stuff. Patricia asked them to put the stuff on a coffee table she had placed beside the bed. "Do you need anything else?" Youji asked.
Patricia shook her head. "No. I'll call you when I need help. I'll be OK alone." She picked up a towel and soaked it in the basin of warm water. She gave them an arch look. "Well?"
The two left, but not before casting Aya a worried glance.
Patricia began to wipe off the blood on Aya's shoulder. "You're lucky the bullet passed cleanly through your shoulder without doing any damage to your bones." She moistened a ball of cotton with antiseptic. She gently swabbed Aya's wound. "All I have to do is sew you up." She then picked up a surgical needle and thread.
Aya watched as Patricia's hands carefully and fluidly sewed together his torn flesh. Then his amethyst eyes focused on Patricia herself. Her brows were knitted together in concentration as she pulled the needle back and forth into his flesh. Finally, his wound bandaged and sewn together, his left arm in a sling and his arm sore from a shot of antibiotics to prevent infection, Patricia cheerfully announced that he was going to be all right.
She gave Aya a glass of water to drink. "Not bad," she said, looking critically at her work on Aya's shoulder. "Now, I don't want you moving about for a few days. You need rest from the blood loss." Aya opened his mouth to protest but was cut off when Patricia placed a finger on his lips. "I don't want to hear any objections, Fujimiya. You are not going to hurt yourself by your stubbornness. You are going to lie there for a week. Then you can begin to move about as you please."
Aya's eyes glittered with anger at her words. He didn't like anyone telling him what to do. Especially if the one telling him happened to be a Takatori. "Just because you saved my life, doesn't mean I have to obey you," he said to her cuttingly.
Patricia ignored the jibe. "If those stitches don't heal, not only do you have a chance of dying from blood loss, you can also die of gangrene or you can also lose your left arm." She stared hard at Aya. "I'm sure none of those possibilities are acceptable to you, but if you're to insist this silly attitude of yours, I'm going to have to put you under anesthesia and tranquilizers."
"You wouldn't dare," Aya said in a cold voice.
She gave him her best smile. "Try me, Fujimiya," she retorted in a tone that plainly told Aya that she meant what she said.
They stared hard at each other. Aya struggled hard with the idea of a Takatori dictating what he should do. However, that idea seemed more acceptable than being drugged to sleep. At least he would be awake at the former suggestion. "Fine," he said through clenched teeth.
Patricia let out a sigh of relief. "Good. Now, where should I sleep?"
"You! Sleep here? Are you out of your mind?" Aya choked out. He glared at her.
An amused look lit up her face. It was the first time she saw Aya lose his temper. "I'm going to be the one taking care of you. Surely you don't believe I'm going to let anyone else to look after you?" Patricia smiled to herself as Aya went completely livid with outrage.
*******
"So, how's your patient?' Manx asked Patricia. Manx glanced at a scowling Aya. It had been five days since Aya's injury. Patricia had been taking care of him with the strictness of a drill sergeant. He resisted for a while but soon gave in after he realized his efforts were futile. Patricia was far more strong-willed that he had previously thought. Nothing seemed to deter her at all.
"Cantankerous, stubborn and silly," Patricia replied with a smile. She ignored the venomous glance Aya gave her. "But I'm used to that. He's improving rather fast and well, thank God. Any news on whomever had Hagiri killed? We probably should watch out for them."
Manx shook her head. "None yet. I'll see you around. Get well soon, Aya." Then she left.
Patricia glanced at her patient. Aya was still glaring at her. She knew he probably hated her more than ever by now, but she didn't really care. It was his health she was concerned about, not his feelings for her.
Speaking of feelings, her thoughts drifted to an unexpected incident that revealed to Patricia what exactly were Aya's feelings for his imouto.
A high fever had attacked Aya Fujimiya a few hours after Patricia had treated his wound. Patricia was about to go to sleep on Aya's couch when she heard a soft moan. She hurried towards Aya's room and to her horror, she found Aya tossing and turning on the bed. When she touched his forehead, she quickly pulled back her hand. Aya was burning with fever.
Patricia had worked frantically to bring the fever down–exhausting everyone's supply of ice cubes in the process. Aya had been delirious for most of the time, his feverish body twisting against the sheets. He kept on muttering about his sister, Aya-chan. Patricia couldn't understand what he was muttering about, but he seemed like he was asking his sister for her forgiveness or something along that line. His voice had been filled with guilt and anguish. After about an hour of rubbing a cold towel all over his body, Aya's fever went down.
When he woke up the next day, he had no memory of the fever, which was just as well. She didn't want him being more uncomfortable with her.
Patricia knew a little about Aya-chan. Aya-chan had been in a coma for two years–thanks to one of Reiji's cruel acts. Shuuichi had once hinted to her that Aya-chan had been one of the reasons why Aya joined Weiβ.
Now, you can't bring yourself to face your sister, Patricia thought sadly. Fujimiya no baka. Her eyes softened for a moment.
Aya was surprised by the change in Patricia's gold-green eyes. Now that he thought about it, in the past few days, his life had been full of surprises and new discoveries. He found out that Patricia wasn't simply deterred by his 'nos' or by his death glares. She usually found a way to go around those nos and glares, usually by cajoling, reasoning, teasing, taunting or by simply looking at him directly into the eyes. Much to his astonishment, he found himself bending to her will. He would resist at first, but she usually won in the contest of wills that would erupt between them. Sometimes, Patricia would remind him of his sister, Aya-chan.
Aya shook his head violently at the thought. Gods, he must really be sick to associate his sister with Patricia. His sister was sweet, innocent, and cheerful while Patricia was completely–
He stopped. He realized then that he knew absolutely nothing about Patricia other than the fact that she was a member of Kritiker and was Reiji's sister and the other stuff Manx told them about her. She never talked about herself. Nevertheless, she had saved his life and nursed him back to health. Thanks to Patricia's strict regiment, Aya was rapidly healing his wound and gaining back his strength.
The fact that a Takatori once again saved his life rankled. He's supposed to hate the Takatoris, but how was he going to continue hating them if they were to keep on saving him and being nice to him?
"Are you OK, Fujimiya?" Patricia's voice brought Aya back to reality. "Yes," he hissed back.
Patricia rolled her eyes. "If you say so. Now, I'm going to change your bandage." Much to her surprise, he didn't argue with her. Instead, he was looking at her with his intense violet eyes as she began to put fresh bandages on his wound.
"Thank you," he said slowly.
Patricia stopped unwrapping his bandage and gave him an odd look. "Why? For saving your life?" He nodded curtly. "That was expected of me, Fujimiya. I couldn't let another co-agent die, could I?" One of her eyebrows shot up. "Do you think I'd oblige you for saving your life?" She saw his face darken, confirming her suspicions. "Listen to me, Fujimiya. If there were anyone obliged here, that would be me, not you. So, put your mind at ease. I saved your life because I have to, not as a Takatori, but as a member of Weiβ. However, if you're going to insist on this 'oblige' thing, you can start obliging me by not protesting too much when I take care of you. It's getting a bit tiresome." She then resumed the unwrapping of his bandage in silence.
Aya stared at her and discreetly studied her face. She looked very tired. There were hints of eyebags in her eyes and she was considerably thinner. Aya remembered the time he woke up the day after his injury. He had found her sitting on a chair beside him, looking like she's been through hell. Aya later discovered from Omi that Aya had had a high fever during the night and Patricia spent the whole night bringing the fever down all by herself. Despite the fact that she was bone weary, her gold-green eyes still sparkled with laughter, hope, and determination. Moreover, she still managed to smile.
Patricia Deschanel was an exceptional and mysterious young woman and suddenly, Aya wanted to know more about her.
"There. You're pretty much healed now," she finally said. She let out a sigh. She smiled at him, then glanced at her watch. Aya noticed she always glanced at her watch. "You should go to sleep now." Standing up, she picked up the first aid kit and headed for the door. "Thanks for staying still this time, Fujimiya."
"My name is Aya."
Patricia stared at him for a moment. She smiled at him once again. "Good night…Aya." She turned off the lights and darkness once again wrapped itself around Aya's room.
*******
"So, how is he?" Youji and Ken asked in unison when they saw Patricia come out of apartment. "Is he doing any better?"
"Yeah." She walked towards her apartment. She stopped and gave the two an amused look. "Why don't you visit him? I mean, he's your next-door neighbor."
"I didn't want to get a lecture from you," Youji said soberly. Aya's injury had subdued his usual cheery attitude. We shouldn't have chased those four men. If we hadn't, Aya wouldn't have gotten shot. We should have followed Aya. Aya nearly fell to his death. If Patricia hadn't–Youji refused to think about the consequences.
As if sensing his sudden pensive mood, Youji felt Patricia's hand pat his arm. "Things like this happen sooner or later, Youji. The best thing we can do is to make sure it doesn't happen again." She leaned against the balcony. "What makes you think I'm going to lecture you?"
"You seemed mad as hell in the van. Hell, Patricia, we screwed up! We should have planned a bit more. If we had–" Ken let the sentence lie there.
"Unfortunately, 'ifs' won't wash blood." She took a deep breath. "The deed's done, Ken. We can't undo it. Aya should be fine in a day or two."
The two assassins looked at each other. Aya? they asked themselves silently. Patricia called Aya by his name. That was certainly unusual. As far as they knew, Patricia never called Aya by his name. The two made no secret of the fact that they cordially detested each other. Patricia always calls Aya by his surname. Patricia wouldn't have dared say Aya's name unless Aya allowed her to.
Patricia caught the look. "What? Don't you want him to get well?" she asked, misinterpreting the look the two exchanged.
Ken stared at her. Patricia probably didn't realize the significance of Aya giving her permission to call Aya by his first name. "Of course we want him to get well," Ken answered, smiling secretly to himself.
"One thing still bothers me, though. What were you doing there?" Youji wanted to know. Patricia's appearance in the scene seemed somewhat miraculous.
Am I going to tell them why I happen to be there? Patricia asked herself. The fact that she had been on the hotel when the whole thing happened was entirely a coincidence. She was meeting someone there, someone the members of Weiβ Kreuz should not know about. Her mind raced for a suitable explanation. "I was passing through the neighborhood, doing some…investigation. I saw you guys and decided to follow you," she began.
Youji's eyes widened. "You saw us? Damn, we must have been clumsy!"
Patricia didn't comment on that one. "I went to the hotel and heard gunshots. As I was running up the ladder, I noticed Aya and decided to follow him. When I was near the rooftop, I heard a single gunshot. When I got there, I saw that Aya was hanging on the ledge by one hand. I rushed to pull him up. He slipped when he was trying to pull himself up. Luckily, I caught him before he fell." She glanced at the two. From the look on their faces, she saw that they believed her. Well, I told the truth anyway, she told herself. I was in the neighborhood, investigating but damn! She couldn't tell them what was she investigating about. She gave them a tired smile. "I'll see you tomorrow. I need some sleep. G'night, guys," she waved at them before finally entering her apartment.
She didn't bother to open the lights. She found her way to the bedroom and without delay flung herself on the bed. Then she closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.
Unknown to Patricia, in a building several meters away form the apartment, there were a pair of eyes watching. When its owner saw Patricia go inside her apartment, the owner of those watchful eyes simply slipped back into the darkness.
~T.B.C~
Aww, poor Aya. He gets injured and Patti takes advantage of him. Imagine, Aya being bullied. Hey, if I were in Patti's place, I'd completely take advantage of the situation, if you know what I mean *wink* *wink* ;P
Sorry, Ken and Aya fans…I'm a hetero advocate of Weiβ. But wait, there's still Yaoi.
LOVE me DO! Ohohohohoho! (My thanks to Miki-sensei)
It's has begun…the clone war, I mean. Yay, Star Wars!
To all my readers, a heartfelt thanks! And promise, Aeris, no yaoi pairing for Ken!