Autho's Note: This one is a warning. If you're an Aya fan you might not one to read it. My bestfriend who is Aya in our own Weiss group described this fic as pure Aya bastardization. But the again, its just a fic. So hope you enjoy. And do please review
He saw the pale figure walk out the door of the bar. Whistling a happy tune as he staggered down the steps to the walkway. It made him sick. How could he be so carefree? How could he feel so… so… undisturbed? Because he wasn't there. He didn't hear it when the motor started. The screams that followed. He didn't hear them. He didn't see their bodies. Crushed! Like trash. Like garbage. And it was time he paid the price. It was all his fault. And the time has come to collect his tithes.
He stepped out of the darkness. A few feet away from the man he called friend. The figure stepped back surprised. Squinting in the darkness ready to lounge at him anytime. And then recognition crossed his face as he recognized the man standing before him.
"Oh. It's just you. What do you want? Don't worry. I don't need a chaperone. I can find my way back to the shop on my own."
"Of course you can." He replied. "But you see, that's not where you're going." He continued a sneer forming on his face. The other looked up at him confused. Studying him from head to foot.
"Where you going dressed in that? Do we have a mission? I don't remember any of you guys telling me we do."
"Oh but then again… you haven't been remembering anything about missions lately hotshot."
"Then if we don't have a mission, why are you dressed in that?"
He couldn't help but smile. Just as he thought. He wasn't suspecting anything. None at all.
"You see, I have a special mission."
"Special mission?" The other echoed. "Ah! I know. You want to keep this paycheck all to yourself eh? Well then, just don't forget to treat me to a couple of drinks when you do get it. Eh?"
The fact that the young man before him was totally clueless amused him. Well maybe if he hadn't been so drunk, it would have dawned him. Maybe if he hadn't changed so much, he would have known. The real Weiß would have. That was before he decided he enjoyed the world this way. But it was all making him sick now. He was tired. Tired of playing games. It was time to end it now.
"You don't get it mon ami. I won't be getting any pay out of this mission. Like I said, it's special."
"Oh? That's weird. So tell me, who's the target anyway?"
He allowed himself another smile. It was actually a genuine one.
"How amusing that you should ask. Really amusing."
***
"So let me check that one more time. We make a move at exactly 10:30 in the evening right?"
Omi nodded.
And now they stood there. Hidden in the shadows. Waiting for their next move. Waiting. Ken couldn't help but let the scene play again and again in his mind.
It was almost 11:00 but he was nowhere in sight. Nowhere.
He clenched his fist so tight he could feel the pressure climbing to his arms. All the way to his head. Or maybe that one is different. That was probably his anger building up. For being let down. A lot too often.
"Damn it! Damn you, Aya!"
He squinted at his watch. 11:04. They had to make a move on it. Or they won't be accomplishing anything tonight. They had no choice. He turned to the others. And obviously, by the look in their eyes, they were all thinking the same thing. It's show time.
He ran to the warehouse. Careful to stay hidden in the shadows. And he could hear the others behind him. He signaled to Omi and with a nod, the kid disappeared into the night. He met Youji's eyes and with a forced smile, he to disappeared running to the opposite direction. He sighed. He knew this would be hard. God knows how many men could be standing guard, ready to attack the minute he busts into that door. But he had no choice. Choices were something that was rarely given to them.
He was about to run crashing into the door when he heard a loud whirring sound. Like that of a motor. He could sense the two figures in the darkness stopping too. And then the screams came. Full of pain. They heard it. They heard it all.
He felt panic filling all his senses. Every inch of his body tensed. And he ran to the warehouse, slamming his body. Crashing hard into the door. It fell with a loud crash, its hinges broken apart. And then he stopped. Dead in his tracks. Frozen at the horrible sight that had welcomed him. He was ready for anything. After all he'd been through, nothing could catch him unprepared anymore. But never… never in his whole life, was he prepared to see such a thing. He never expected it. He would never even dare dream it. But it was all there before him. Staring straight back at him. Deep into his very soul.
He heard a loud gasp. And a sharp intake of air. Then he heard someone curse. It could have been him. He didn't know anymore. His whole perception had betrayed him… and all these women.
He closed his eyes. Trying to block it all away from his mind. But it was carved deep into his memory. He knew it would haunt him again and again. Perhaps forever. And it was all his fault. Everything.
He heard a car start from outside. They were getting away. The men responsible for these deaths. These horribly painful deaths. These crushed bodies. These wasted lives. Their mission wasn't over yet. They had to accomplish it. For these women. For their deaths. For justice. For vengeance. They had to accomplish it. No matter what.
He ran outside. In time to see a black car pulling out into the road. And then he ran. As fast as he could. He couldn't remember if he had ever run this fast. In soccer. But that was different. That was a game. This is not. This is reality. Cold, hard reality.
He knew he wouldn't reach it in time. He wouldn't have. Not if the white car had not stopped. Right in front of it. Blocking its path. He saw the two jump out of the car. Setori Kaiko and Ojime Nakoga. The other yelling at the driver of the other car. But he did not stop to watch. No. Ken ran. He ran fast again. His heart racing. He watched horror overcome their faces as they saw him approaching. They tried to run. But that would do them no good. The driver of the white car stepped out into the cold night. His coat, as dark as the night. A katana in his hand.
The two backed away. But it was no use. Not for them. It was over. And they lost the game. He felt his bugnuks slash through the man. Straight from his lower thigh… all the way to his jaws. He allowed the body to drop to the ground. Blood spilling all over the road. The other one fell too. On the cold asphalt road. A deep cut running across his back. It was over. They had won the game. But somehow, he didn't feel that way.
He ran to the older man. Hitting him on the face. Hard. That was the second time he did that. But he didn't care. No he didn't. The man was lucky. He had enough control left back in him to hold in the claws. Or there would have been more blood running down those lips. More blood. The others got to them in time. To pull him back. Away from the man sprawled on the floor. The man he called friend.
"What the hell is wrong with you? What was that for?" Aya asked, surprised.
"What's wrong with me?! What was that for?! I'll tell you what! That was for being so god damned late! 10:30 sharp?! What time is it?!"
"Okay so maybe I ran a bit late. Got caught up in the bar. Girls just won't let me leave so early."
"Little late?! Little late?! It's 11:30! You're an hour late!"
"So? What's the big deal? We accomplished the mission anyway. What are you being pissed off about?"
"Pissed off about?! Do you know what that hour caused us?! NO you don't! Because you ran a LITTLE LATE! It caused us lives. Ten? Twenty? Fifty? I don't know! I can't count them! All I could see was crushed bones and flesh swimming in blood! That's what I'm pissed off about!"
Aya turned to the others confused. Youji just looked at him deep into the eyes. His own, full of pain… and sadness. Before he bowed his head and stared at the floor. Not saying a single word. So he turned to Omi. Omi stared at the bloodied bodies of their targets and spoke softly. His voice breaking down with emotions.
"They somehow found out that someone was on to them, that's why they probably decided to get rid of them all. The ladies that have been reported missing. They were crushed in the recycling machine… alive."
"Crushed! Like newspaper! You hearing me Aya?! Like trash! Like garbage! And all because you were just a LITTLE LATE! Fuck you Aya! FUCK YOU!"
***
Author's Note: Anou... was that too much? Hope not and hope you enjoyed. Just one more chapter to go and I'm done. heheh. ja...
He saw the pale figure walk out the door of the bar. Whistling a happy tune as he staggered down the steps to the walkway. It made him sick. How could he be so carefree? How could he feel so… so… undisturbed? Because he wasn't there. He didn't hear it when the motor started. The screams that followed. He didn't hear them. He didn't see their bodies. Crushed! Like trash. Like garbage. And it was time he paid the price. It was all his fault. And the time has come to collect his tithes.
He stepped out of the darkness. A few feet away from the man he called friend. The figure stepped back surprised. Squinting in the darkness ready to lounge at him anytime. And then recognition crossed his face as he recognized the man standing before him.
"Oh. It's just you. What do you want? Don't worry. I don't need a chaperone. I can find my way back to the shop on my own."
"Of course you can." He replied. "But you see, that's not where you're going." He continued a sneer forming on his face. The other looked up at him confused. Studying him from head to foot.
"Where you going dressed in that? Do we have a mission? I don't remember any of you guys telling me we do."
"Oh but then again… you haven't been remembering anything about missions lately hotshot."
"Then if we don't have a mission, why are you dressed in that?"
He couldn't help but smile. Just as he thought. He wasn't suspecting anything. None at all.
"You see, I have a special mission."
"Special mission?" The other echoed. "Ah! I know. You want to keep this paycheck all to yourself eh? Well then, just don't forget to treat me to a couple of drinks when you do get it. Eh?"
The fact that the young man before him was totally clueless amused him. Well maybe if he hadn't been so drunk, it would have dawned him. Maybe if he hadn't changed so much, he would have known. The real Weiß would have. That was before he decided he enjoyed the world this way. But it was all making him sick now. He was tired. Tired of playing games. It was time to end it now.
"You don't get it mon ami. I won't be getting any pay out of this mission. Like I said, it's special."
"Oh? That's weird. So tell me, who's the target anyway?"
He allowed himself another smile. It was actually a genuine one.
"How amusing that you should ask. Really amusing."
***
"So let me check that one more time. We make a move at exactly 10:30 in the evening right?"
Omi nodded.
And now they stood there. Hidden in the shadows. Waiting for their next move. Waiting. Ken couldn't help but let the scene play again and again in his mind.
It was almost 11:00 but he was nowhere in sight. Nowhere.
He clenched his fist so tight he could feel the pressure climbing to his arms. All the way to his head. Or maybe that one is different. That was probably his anger building up. For being let down. A lot too often.
"Damn it! Damn you, Aya!"
He squinted at his watch. 11:04. They had to make a move on it. Or they won't be accomplishing anything tonight. They had no choice. He turned to the others. And obviously, by the look in their eyes, they were all thinking the same thing. It's show time.
He ran to the warehouse. Careful to stay hidden in the shadows. And he could hear the others behind him. He signaled to Omi and with a nod, the kid disappeared into the night. He met Youji's eyes and with a forced smile, he to disappeared running to the opposite direction. He sighed. He knew this would be hard. God knows how many men could be standing guard, ready to attack the minute he busts into that door. But he had no choice. Choices were something that was rarely given to them.
He was about to run crashing into the door when he heard a loud whirring sound. Like that of a motor. He could sense the two figures in the darkness stopping too. And then the screams came. Full of pain. They heard it. They heard it all.
He felt panic filling all his senses. Every inch of his body tensed. And he ran to the warehouse, slamming his body. Crashing hard into the door. It fell with a loud crash, its hinges broken apart. And then he stopped. Dead in his tracks. Frozen at the horrible sight that had welcomed him. He was ready for anything. After all he'd been through, nothing could catch him unprepared anymore. But never… never in his whole life, was he prepared to see such a thing. He never expected it. He would never even dare dream it. But it was all there before him. Staring straight back at him. Deep into his very soul.
He heard a loud gasp. And a sharp intake of air. Then he heard someone curse. It could have been him. He didn't know anymore. His whole perception had betrayed him… and all these women.
He closed his eyes. Trying to block it all away from his mind. But it was carved deep into his memory. He knew it would haunt him again and again. Perhaps forever. And it was all his fault. Everything.
He heard a car start from outside. They were getting away. The men responsible for these deaths. These horribly painful deaths. These crushed bodies. These wasted lives. Their mission wasn't over yet. They had to accomplish it. For these women. For their deaths. For justice. For vengeance. They had to accomplish it. No matter what.
He ran outside. In time to see a black car pulling out into the road. And then he ran. As fast as he could. He couldn't remember if he had ever run this fast. In soccer. But that was different. That was a game. This is not. This is reality. Cold, hard reality.
He knew he wouldn't reach it in time. He wouldn't have. Not if the white car had not stopped. Right in front of it. Blocking its path. He saw the two jump out of the car. Setori Kaiko and Ojime Nakoga. The other yelling at the driver of the other car. But he did not stop to watch. No. Ken ran. He ran fast again. His heart racing. He watched horror overcome their faces as they saw him approaching. They tried to run. But that would do them no good. The driver of the white car stepped out into the cold night. His coat, as dark as the night. A katana in his hand.
The two backed away. But it was no use. Not for them. It was over. And they lost the game. He felt his bugnuks slash through the man. Straight from his lower thigh… all the way to his jaws. He allowed the body to drop to the ground. Blood spilling all over the road. The other one fell too. On the cold asphalt road. A deep cut running across his back. It was over. They had won the game. But somehow, he didn't feel that way.
He ran to the older man. Hitting him on the face. Hard. That was the second time he did that. But he didn't care. No he didn't. The man was lucky. He had enough control left back in him to hold in the claws. Or there would have been more blood running down those lips. More blood. The others got to them in time. To pull him back. Away from the man sprawled on the floor. The man he called friend.
"What the hell is wrong with you? What was that for?" Aya asked, surprised.
"What's wrong with me?! What was that for?! I'll tell you what! That was for being so god damned late! 10:30 sharp?! What time is it?!"
"Okay so maybe I ran a bit late. Got caught up in the bar. Girls just won't let me leave so early."
"Little late?! Little late?! It's 11:30! You're an hour late!"
"So? What's the big deal? We accomplished the mission anyway. What are you being pissed off about?"
"Pissed off about?! Do you know what that hour caused us?! NO you don't! Because you ran a LITTLE LATE! It caused us lives. Ten? Twenty? Fifty? I don't know! I can't count them! All I could see was crushed bones and flesh swimming in blood! That's what I'm pissed off about!"
Aya turned to the others confused. Youji just looked at him deep into the eyes. His own, full of pain… and sadness. Before he bowed his head and stared at the floor. Not saying a single word. So he turned to Omi. Omi stared at the bloodied bodies of their targets and spoke softly. His voice breaking down with emotions.
"They somehow found out that someone was on to them, that's why they probably decided to get rid of them all. The ladies that have been reported missing. They were crushed in the recycling machine… alive."
"Crushed! Like newspaper! You hearing me Aya?! Like trash! Like garbage! And all because you were just a LITTLE LATE! Fuck you Aya! FUCK YOU!"
***
Author's Note: Anou... was that too much? Hope not and hope you enjoyed. Just one more chapter to go and I'm done. heheh. ja...