When I Don't Remember

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : We all know I don't own shit! Um or Weiss Kreuz for that matter. Not mine, don't sue because if you do I'll cry!

Warnings : Yaoi, Lemonish-stuff, OCC, angst (as usual) and um hm I'm probably forgetting something here…

Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts or letters, //Italic// are flashbacks in dreams and //No Italic// are flashbacks while awake. Confusing isn't it? Sorry about that. Words in japanese marked * are explained at the bottom.

If you're wondering about the numberstuff in the title of this chapter it'll be explain later on. *S*

And before I let you read this chapter… Thanks to all you wonderfull reviewers *goes all teary-eyed* You ppl make my life worth living *laffs* Seriously thought minna-san. You are the best *glomps you all*

Chapter 3. Pleasure And 8-9-3

//"Don't forget who you are now," a deep but soft voice said.
"I won't I promise," he answered and smiled.
"And please come back to me," the voice sighed.
"You know I always come back to you koi," he mumbled and kissed the owner of the voice.
"Don't trust anyone, they're after you."//

//A body pressed against his and soft lips kissed him. Warm hands danced over his sensitive skin and almost set him on fire. He moaned at the touch and needed it more than his next breath.
"Ran," he breathed and touched the body covering his. A soft gasp was his answer and then something buried deep inside of him started moving, gently shifting in and out. His next moan mixed with another's. "Please," he begged. The movement picked up pace and became thrusts that threatened to tear him apart with pleasure. Another moan, not his own. The pressure in his groin grew quickly, stole his breaths away. A warm hand found its way inbetween their bodies and started to stroke him. It was too much pleasure, he couldn't hold on. With a low scream he exploded into release. Moments after, another scream was heard and he was filled with his lover's liquid. The weight that had rested on him shifted, settled down next to him and his body lost the warm length that it had been harbouring. He sighed with loss and was pulled into a warm safe embrace.
"Ken," a deep loving voice whispered in his ear. He murmured in reply and snuggled closer. It felt like home, where he belonged.//

Yuki panted and sat up. He was sweating and found himself painfully aroused.
"Ran," he gasped. In that dream or memory the redhead had made love to him. The brunette's body screamed with longing but it wasn't just for sex. What it wanted was the closeness, those arms that offered love and security. Yuki wiped his face and tried to calm down. He thought back to the previous evening when he had hugged Ran. It had felt so right, so good but it hadn't lasted. He had been pushed away. Ran had told him that it wasn't right, that it didn't mean anything since he wasn't Ken. But Yuki wanted to be Ken again, needed to be Ken again. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore except finding a way back to his real life, back to… Ran, even if that meant he was a killer. Slowly he got up and headed for the bathroom. He needed a cold shower and a smoke to calm down.

Yuki walked briskly towards the Koneko but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being followed. Slowly he turned around and looked at the people surrounding him. A pair of jade eyes that watched him caught his attention. Why was that man staring at him like that? Yuki shuddered and turned his back to the stranger. He could still feel that green gaze stabbing him in the back and it scared him. The urge to turn around again was too great to supress. The man with the green eyes was still watching him. Yuki stared back and widened his eyes when the stranger's shirt blew apart slightly and showed a tatooed chest. That rang a bell, a warningbell. Quickly Yuki started walking away. That man was dangerous he could feel it. Suddenly a strong arm stopped him.
"Not so fast kid," a hoarse and cold voice snarled. "Oyabun* wants to talk to you." Yuki shuddered.
"I don't know any Oyabun, please let me go," he pleaded and tried to get his arm loose.
"If that's the case then you have nothing to fear kid," the man said slowly and started dragging him towards a black car. "Get in!" Confused and scared Yuki did as he was told. When the man who had caught him stepped into the car he got a good look at a part of the tattoo. 8-9-3, ya-ku-za. Yakuza*, the japanese counterpart to the Italian Mafia. Yuki almost stopped breathing. What did they want with him? Had Ken worked for them? Oh please no. Don't tell me I'm some damn hired killer working for the yakuza, Yuki begged. The drive took about half an hour and when they stopped the huge man more or less pulled him out of the car.
"Where are we going?" Yuki asked quietly.
"To see Oyabun. Remember one thing kid, show him respect or he'll be very, very upset."

Yuki carefully looked at the man sitting infront of him. He was rather tall, lanky, black hair, brown eyes and was about 45 or so. The first thing the jade eyed man had done when they came in was bow and Yuki was clever enough to follow his lead.
"So, who might this be?"
"This is the man you sent me to fetch Oyabun."
"Aa I remember now Dean. So stranger what's your name?" Yuki lowered his eyes since staring wasn't polite.
"Suzuki Takayuki, Oyabun-san." He had no idea of how to adress that man but he figured he better try his best to be polite.
"You're not a memeber of the yakuza so please feel free to call me Hattori."
"Thank you Hattori-san," Yuki mumbled and kept his eyes glued to the floor.
"Dean here tells me you have friends at the Koneko, is that right?" Hattori asked softly.
"Iie Hattori-san. I don't know anyone in Tokyo." Not really a lie.
"That's strange you see you do look a lot like a man who killed a few of our people about two years ago. I sent out my closest Kyodai* to terminate this man but he never came back. Let me ask you this Takayuki, do you know a man named Fukunishi Hitoshi?" Hattori asked still with his voice soft and low. This man didn't seem dangerous at all and that confused Yuki but he didn't want to take any chances especially not since the man he was asking about was familier.
"Gomen nasai, I've never heard of him."
"Seems we owe you an apology Takayuki. I hope you can forgive Dean for his mistake." Yuki shuddered. There was something in that voice that he didn't like at all.
"No harm done Hattori-san," he said quietly and slowly looked up.
"Well then… Dean please take this young man back to where you found him." The green eyed man nodded and lead Yuki back to the car.

He couldn't stop shaking or stop cursing the mess he was in. The damn yakuza was after him or rather Ken but it was the same thing wasn't it? He had to talk to Aya, Omi and Yoji but how? It wasn't like he could just go to the Koneko again, Hattori had most likely ordered someone to tail him.
"Screw them!" he muttered. Hattori could kiss his ass! He had better things to do than worry about some damn gangster. Yuki swallowed. Tough thoughts but the truth was that he was scared half to death. Didn't matter though he had to talk to the men at the Koneko, tailed or not. Sighing to himself he made his way to the flowershop and prayed that no one was following him. With relief he spotted the shop and hurried inside. Forcing himself to look completely calm and relaxed he approached the first person he saw, Yoji.
"Just act like I'm here to buy something," he smiled at the blonde who gave him a confused look.
"Nani?"
"Do it Yoji! I'm being followed," Yuki hissed and pointed at some roses.
"By who?" the lanky blonde asked and lead the way to the flowers.
"8, 9, 3," he answered in english and shook his head. Slowly he looked around the shop and then nodded to some plants.
"What do you mean 8, 9, 3?" Yoji muttered and crossed the floor.
"Translate it to japanese you moron!"
"Ya, ku… Shit!" The blonde snarled but kept the expression on his face light and sunny.
"You can say that again. They're after me or rather Ken and brought me to see some guy named Hattori," Yuki said with a smile and nodded to the plant Yoji was showing him. The taller man gestured to him to follow to the desk.
"I better tell Aya about this and we need to explain why this is happening," the blonde mumbled as he wrapped the plant in paper.
"Time and place?"
"Go to a club called The Insatiable tonight at around nine and be carefull. Just go in and stay near the bar, we'll find you." Yuki smiled and paid for the stupid plant before he left.

~TBC~

Ah I've gone and made myself nuts by introducing the yakuza to this story *bangs her head* If you don't know anything about them I'll try to explain a little. First we have the word itself. Yakuza is made of the three words ya, ku and za which means 8, 9 and 3. It has to do with the japanese cardgame Oicho-Kabu where you're suppose to reach 19, much like you want to get 21 when you play Black Jack. Sum the numbers together and you get 20 which is completely worthless in Oicho-Kabu. That's where the name yakuza comes from; they without worth for the society. This doesn't mean that they are of no use for the society, it means that the members are people that somehow don't fit in the society, in other words society's misfits.

Now as far as I've been able to understand the yakuza works a lot like the Italian Mafia families. They are a family with a father, brothers and children, although not blood-lined. The word Dean uses in this fic, Oyabun, means Boss or Chief but can also, as far as I've seen, be translated to Father. The Oyabun is the Godfather so to speak, what he says goes. The second word, that Hattori uses when he meantions Fukunishi, Kyoudai, means older brother and is used to refer to men that are high in rank under the Oyabun. I'm gonna stop this now before it turns into a paper on the japanese mafia *lol* I hope you at least understood what I was explaining. *not sure I did myself* Che I almost forgot. There is a diffrence between clan yakuza and freelance yakuza. Freelance yakuza means that they're a yakuza that don't commit any bigger crimes and belongs to a little group of hustlers. Hattori is the leader of a gang that's somewhere between a clan yakuza and a freelance yakuza…

And one last thing… On a scale from 1 to 10 how much did the Lemon-stuff suck? *wants to know* First try but not the last I'm afraid *hides under her bed* I will have a fullblown lemon in this fic dammit!/Atsureki