When I Don't Remember

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : I refuse to tell you I don't own Weiss! Ah crap I just did *deep sighs*

Warnings : Yaoi, OCC, angst (as usual), torture and stuff, short chapter (sorry but I'm having writer's block), probably should be more warnings but we'll leave it at this.

Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

Chapter 13. A Lover For A Lover

Ran was nervous, very nervous and he didn't like it one bit. The dark area they were entering gave him a bad feeling in his gut that he couldn't shake. Like that wasn't enough the gunshot wound in his side threatened to cause him to black out if he moved too much or too fast. But it didn't matter, nothing mattered except finding his lover and make sure he was safe.
"Abyssinian, you have two guards to your left," Omi's hushed voice said in his hear.
"Copy that Bombay," Ran answered and cursed since he couldn't take them out. He was unarmed and not as fast as he usually was due to the pain.
"Balinese to the rescue," Yoji almost sang over the link. The tall lanky blonde skipped past Ran and a string of silver shot out towards the nearest guard. Moments later the second one fell too. "Someone ordered a gun?" Yoji grinned and threw the weapon in the redhead's direction. It fell to the ground with a loud clatter.
"Balinese get a grip on yourself!" Ran scolded and sufficated a cry from the pain caused by him bending down to retrive the gun.
"Getting a grip on myself, Abyssinian," the blonde promised and gave Ran a wide grin. Yoji liked this mission and it was plain repulsive.
"Balinese, you have another guard coming towards you from the left."
"Copy that Bombay… Um which left?"
"My left," Omi muttered. Ran saw how Yoji looked from the left to the right and back to the left again.
"Which fucking left is that Bombay?!" Before Omi had a chance to answer a tall guard showed up. "Aha! Got him!" Yoji grinned and took down the man swiftly.
"Okay enough playing around!" Ran snarled and chanced a peek at his side. Blood was dreanching the bandages quickly. Fuck! I'm gonna bleed to death before we even get inside the building, he sighed to himself.

Ken drifted in and out of consciousness. The pain caused him to black out and then pulled him back to reality again. Most of the times when he woke up Dean was hovering over him like some damn executioner. The brunette couldn't talk anymore and the burning pain from the acid Dean and forced him to drink was more than he could take.
"Wake up pretty boy!" A hard foot smashed into his back. "I think it's time for round three, don't you?" Dean asked with his voice soft and cruel. Something sharp dug into Ken's foot and made him open his mouth in a soundless cry of agony. Over and over again the green eyed man cut through the soles of his feet. "Don't be such a baby! I didn't cut you that deep," the green eyes psycho muttered. "I don't want you bleeding to death!" Something was rubbed into the wounds and it hurt so much Ken managed to let out a high-pitched scream of pain.

Ran aimed his gun at a guard's head and smiled grimly. The sound of the shot almost made him lose his hearing but it was worth it. With a thud the body hit the floor.
"Do you think it's wise to use the gun?" Omi asked and frowned. "Do we really want to alert Dean that we're here?" Ran shrugged. He didn't care, it didn't matter. A scream echoed through the dark corridore and it made the hair on the Ran's head stand up.
"Ken!" They all turned in the direction that the scream seemed to come from. The redhead took the lead with the gun pointed straight ahead.
"Abyssinan?" Ran turned around and glanced at Yoji. "I think it came from over there." The lanky blonde pointed to a heavy oakdoor with a key in the keyhole.
"Let's take a look." They approached the door carefully. Omi picked up another set of darts and narrowed his eyes. "On three," Ran whispered and placed his hand on the handle.
"We're ready Abyssinian," Omi nodded. Amethyst eyes shone with danger as their owner started counting.
"One, two, three." As soon as three was spoken he pushed down the handle. The door flung open and the three assassins stepped inside. Dean was standing infront of them with Ken hanging limply over one of his arms.
"Well hello there," he smirked and his green eyes glittered. "I see that I need to practise my aim a little." Dean tilted his head as he looked at Ran. "Oh well I won't miss this time." A silver-shining gun was firmly pressed against Ken's sweaty forehead.
"I wouldn't do that," Ran snarled and took a step closer.
"No you wouldn't but then you're not me," Dean smiled and unclicked the safety. "Now stand still or the pretty boy gets it!" Amythyst eyes flared and narrowed.
"You've already almost killed him, isn't that enough?" Yoji growled and pulled at his wires.
"Actually no. He's gonna die, the question is… Are you three going to go with him?"
"Let him go," Ran sighed. "If you want to kill someone, kill me." The two blondes stared at their leader as Ran dropped the gun to the floor.
"Trading your life for his hm?"
"Yes."
"I don't know… But then again, he killed my lover I guess it's only fair if I kill his ne?" Dean pondered and eyed the redhead.
"Fukunishi was your lover?" Green eyes glared at Yoji.
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" The lanky playboy shook his head. "Do you know how it feels to have the one you love die in your arms? To watch him release his final breath?"
"Killing Ken won't give you Hitoshi back," Ran said quietly. "It wasn't Ken's fault, why make him pay for the guilt you feel?" Dean let out a snarl.
"I don't really care and whether or not your lover killed mine is a matter of opinion! Now, are you still willing to take pretty boy's place here?"
"Yes, I'd do anything to save him," the redhead stated firmly.
"Well then. He's in bad shape and probably will die anyway so let's make a deal. I get you instead of Ken here and you're two friends get lost."
"Ran-kun, don't," Omi begged and glanced at Ran.
"It doesn't matter Omi. I never intended to live, anyway."

Omi glanced at Yoji who carried Ken. They left the dark building as a lonely gunshot echoed through the air, proclaiming their safety and someone else's death. Unable to help himself the small blonde felt tears running down his cheeks.
"Why? Yoji-kun, why didn't he fight?" The lanky assassin looked at his friend and shook his head.
"Don't you understand why?" he asked and looked at Omi.
"No, I don't understand!"
"Ran can't live without Ken, he doesn't want to, but that's not why he did it," Yoji sighed sadly and carefully placed the brunette in their car.
"Then why?!" Omi almost yelled.
"Didn't you see how Ran looked? Omi, he was already dying." At that the petit blonde sank to the ground. He was crying for the loss of Ran but even more so for Ken. "Sch Omi," Yoji mumbled and lifted his team-mate up from the ground. "He was bleeding so badly and I don't think just one bullet hit him either."

White sterile walls greeted him when he opened his eyes. He didn't know where he was and he was in so much pain. Carefully he looked around and his brow gaze landed on a blonde mop of hair. Omi, he thought. They had saved him! Where's Ran? Ken's eyes darted around but there was no one else in the room. He tried to get Omi's attention but his voice was still gone. Wincing in pain he reached out and touched his team-mate's shoulder. Blue eyes fluttered open and met his.
"Ken-kun. We've been so worried about you," the petit blonde said and took his hand. Ken wanted to ask about Ran but all he got out was gruff moans. "Yoji!" It only took a second or two before the lanky playboy came in.
"Finally awake Ken?" he asked quietly. Something was wrong. Yoji seemed so subdued and the brunette could tell that Omi had been crying. "The doctors say you're gonna be fine but you won't be able to speak for a few days, nor walk for that matter. The acid you swallowed has damaged your throat and your stomach slightly but nothing fatal. They'll release you soon and then we'll go back to Tokyo." Ken tried to object but his voice wouldn't obey him.
"There's something we have to tell you Ken-kun," Omi whispered and held his hand tighter. The brunette shook his head. He didn't want to hear it! He knew he didn't want to hear it.
"Ken, when we found you Dean was about to shoot you. Ran… Ran traded his life for yours. When Dean shot at him when he took you earlier that night Ran got hit. He was bleeding badly and… He's gone Ken," Yoji ended with his voice barely audible. A heartbreaking scream echoed through the silent hospital as tears poured down a brunette's cheek.

Three men sat quietly in the seats as a jumbo-jet touched ground on Tokyo's airport. Hardly a word had been spoken during the long flight. There were no smiling, no flirting and no talking. Ken waited in his seat as his two friends got his wheelchair. He felt so empty and lost. Dean was still out there but Ran… Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about his lover. It felt so unreal. He was going home but there would be no Ran there, ever again. How cruel was life allowed to be? Strong arms helped in into the chair and pushed him towards the exit. He could still see Ran's face, hear his deep, smooth, loving voice, smell his hair. Ken wiped the tears from his bruised face. He didn't want to go back to the house, see all the places where Ran had used to be. See his empty bed, knowing that they were never going to share it again. It would have been better if Dean had killed him too. People stared at the three young men as they went through the airport but neither one of them noticed. For a while they stopped as Omi went to get their bagage. The slender blonde returned and without a word he carefully placed Ran's katana in Ken's hands. With a low cry the brunette hugged it.
"Ran," he croaked out with his hoarse voice. A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Ken." Yoji's words meant nothing. Nothing seemed to mean anything anymore. Ran had given his life to save him and it was the most awful thing anyone could have done to Ken.
"Let's go home," Omi sighed. They started moving again. Soon they left the busy airport and got into Yoji's car to drive back home.

On a private landing-strip elsewhere, a jet stopped. A tall green eyed man exited it and humbly bowed infront of an old japanese man.
"I heard you brought me a gift Walker-san."
"Hai Oyabun-sama," Dean answered without lifting his head up. "I'll give it to you as soon as we're alone."
"Very well." Together with the old man's bodyguards they left the jet behind them. Four other men exited the plane carrying something large between them. They carefully placed it in the back of a limo and followed their master.

~TBC~

I don't know how planes work with wheelchairs but oh well let's pretend that you can at least get one out from them. Ja/Atsureki