fei's thanks…and Ran's rants?!

My heartfelt thanks to my lovely reviewers of Chapter 4: Jin, Ku-chan, Sardius, Lola-chan, siberian, Rika-chan, Lorien, Bess, Yoippari/Sasame, Whisper-chan, Wildfire, LittleIsa, aemon, JC Maxwell-Yuy, Kamibukurosama, Cece, delfin, sara-chan, Shime, moonraven, morningwinds, deathangelgw, chibi koneko, lilchickmunk, tortie-chu, tenshisonnet, phenocrystian, and Keeshe (I did get brain-freeze from too much ice cream. That's why this chap is sliiiightly short. ^^;;)

I am very pleasantly overwhelmed at the responses to Chap 4, and that many of you have voted it to be the best, and your favourite chapter so far. Thanks a million! I'm thinking, however, that that chapter will be a hard act to follow. So I pray that you will not be disappointed with future ones, and will bear with me if you find them lacking. Hontou ni arigatou. ^^

Also thanks to my new reviewers of Strawberry and Chocolate: kyuuri, Thelexpiea, Kamibukurosama, kaen-chan, and VoidandVortex.

Special thanks need to be said to the following people who have given me comfort and support when I was feeling down over a certain incident.

Jin and Ku-chan: *glomps hard* Words cannot describe that warm feeling in my heart when I read what you posted on S&C. That gesture in itself was unexpected. Thank you so much my dear friends. This chapter is dedicated to the both of you (though it may not be that well-written. ^^;)

Rika-chan and Naomi: Thank you thank you thank you! Erm, gomen, that seems to be all I'm capable of saying due to my choked throat. Eeps.

Lorien-chan: You draw BEAUTIFULLY! Thank you for sharing that lovely drawing with me.

Kyuuri: I don't know you. Yet you took the trouble to speak up for a stranger. I can't thank you personally as you did not leave an e-mail address on the review. Please know that this stranger is deeply touched, and if possible, would look forward to changing her status to that of a friend.

And now to say the words for the purpose of self-preservation.

I DON'T OWN WEISS!! *whispers* But Kenken secretly visits me and Ran has no choice but to follow him. hehehe.

Ken

:

"Erm, fei. You better leave Ran alone today. He's in one of his shi'ne moods."

Fei

:

"Oh? And why's that? Didn't get any Kenken loving last night?" *winks*

Ken

:

*blushes*

Ran

:

*glares* "It's your reviewers. I am going to kill them."

Fei

:

0.0 "For God's sakes why?!?"

Ran

:

"They have no respect. They have whacked me, smacked me, bopped my head, threatened to kill me, called me a baka, jerk, bastard and an a**hole. And one of them even had the audacity to insult my hair and call me STRAWBERRY-HEAD!!" *trembles in repressed rage* (erm, Jin, I suggest you go hide behind Kenken and stay out of katana range. ^^;)

Fei

:

*snickers* "You asked for it! Who asked you to be so mean to Kenken?"

Ran

:

"YOU MADE ME DO IT!!!"

Fei

:

*glowers* "Now don't you dare put the blame on me! Nobody can force you to do something that you weren't willing to do!" *prays that Ran doesn't realise that this logic does NOT apply in fanfiction*

Ran

:

*deathglare, wheels in his little strawberry-head turning hard…*

Ken

:

*blinks, wide-eyed, terrified by the tension*

Ran

:

*announces tersely after a looong while* "I'm still going to kill them anyway."

Fei

:

*airily* "Have it your way then. But you should know that your future with Ken lies in their hands. Don't say I didn't warn you!

Ran

:

"What_do_you_mean?!"

Fei

:

"Well, if my reviewers die, there won't be anyone else giving me encouragement." *sniffles* "And with no encouragement, I wouldn't be able to continue writing." *sniffles some more* "And if I don't continue writing, guess where that leaves you and Ken?"

Ran

:

"……"

Ken

:

*tugs at Ran's sleeve worriedly* "Ran? I'm scared!"

Fei

:

*smirks at Ran while smiling sweetly at Ken* "So what will it be Ran?"

Ran

:

*twitches. Looks at Ken. sighs* "They live."

Fei

:

"hehehe. Knew you'd come around. There's one more thing though."

Ran

:

*huggling a cooing Ken* "What is it now you sadistic writer!"

Fei

:

"I get to keep Ken for a week!!!!!"

Ken

:

"Eeps!!" ^^;;

Ran

:

"fei!! Shi'ne!!!!!"

Note: Ran will not be appearing in this chapter as he is still recuperating from his many reviewer-inflicted injuries, a bruised ego, and his rage.

White (tentative title)

Chapter Five - Distress in the Night

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'blah blah' = thoughts

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He had to get away. He had to get away from there.

Ken Hidaka, sobbing uncontrollably, only had that one thought in his mind as he flew out of the Koneko and ran for his life. To where, he didn't know. And hell, he didn't even care.

He didn't register the rain pelting down on him, soaking his shirt and jeans and skin. Didn't register the biting wind that signaled the beginnings of a winter's chill.

Nothing registered. Except the pain. The pain that dogged his every step, no matter how hard he ran to leave it behind.

Tears blurred his vision, as he blindly ducked down side road after side road, his breath coming hard in sobs and pants, his heart competing with his brain to see which was more tortured.

'Why Aya? WHY!!'

His mind kept screaming the question in anguish. But he couldn't find the answer. He couldn't find a way to stop it from hurting so much. He couldn't…

He was literally jerked to a stop and out of his confused thoughts by a pair of hands that grabbed him and threw him onto the wet ground of a dark alleyway. Before he could get his breath back and realise what was happening, he felt his back being slammed against a cold wall and a hard body pressed onto him. Belatedly, he also realised that the assailant had now effectively pinned his wrists beside his head in a grip-lock.

"Wh-What…?" Ken managed to gasp out before he was stunned silent by a reply. A mental reply.

'Hello pretty kitty'

"SHWARZ!" Ken gasped in shock, mind suddenly clearing in an instinctive need for self-preservation. He attempted valiantly to wrest his wrists free. In vain. He scowled and cursed when he found that kneeing his assailant in the groin was no longer a possible option, as the taller man had effectively pinned down both his thighs with his knees.

'Now now', the nasal, German-accented voice drawled in his throbbing head. 'Don't scrunch up your pretty face like that. And I would much prefer you call me Schuldich. It's more personal that way don't you think?'

"GO TO HELL!!" Ken yelled hoarsely. He was still struggling. Struggling to get away from the unwelcome touch on his body.

A laugh. 'Oh? So was that where you were running to, my little Siberian? I would gladly grace you with my company.'

"What the FUCK do you want, Schuldich!" Ken spat out in anger at being toyed with by the telepath, who was obviously enjoying himself.

Smirking, Schuldich leaned in close and breathed into an agitated Ken's ear. "My my, if I didn't know better I'd think you're a telepath. You have just read my mind." With that, he flicked out a wet tongue and teasingly traced the shell of Ken's ear.

Ken cried out with anger.

Anger at Schuldich. Anger at Aya.

Anger at the whole fucking situation he had found himself in.

Anger at why, just why he could not get a break.

With an enraged growl, Ken did the only thing he could think to do at that time - slam his head vigorously to the side in an attempt to bash Schuldich's orange-maned skull. But, again, luck was not on his side. Schuldich had somehow managed to anticipate his move and had moved aside in a flash, causing Ken to crash his temple into the rough wall behind him.

Crying out in pain, Ken could feel the grip on his wrists tighten, and Schuldich's body press closer. Despite the cold rain attempting to sluice its way between their pressed bodies, he could feel the man's warmth. And he could feel his hot breath, and smell his sharp, tangy scent.

A trickle of panic began to edge his way up Ken's spine.

'See what happens to naughty kittens mein liebe. You'd have to be punished now you know?'

And before he could snap out a retort, Ken found himself effectively silenced as Schuldich's lips crushed down onto his own, tongue stabbing past the barrier of his soft lips to plunder each corner of Ken's reluctant, wet mouth.

The kiss was rough. Schuldich was pressing so hard Ken thought his teeth might cave in. Then Schuldich drew his tongue out and sucked on it long and hard. Thoughts floundering helplessly, Ken vaguely wondered whether his tongue would lengthen by an inch. Chuckling bitterly in his mind, he entertained the idea of looking like one of those hungry ghosts* in the Chinese culture that his mother once told him about a long time ago.

A chuckle sounded in his head again. 'You have very interesting and amusing thoughts, my little kitten.' Schuldich grinned as his lips released Ken's tongue with an audible 'plop' and he turned his ravenous attention to the brunette's tender throat. 'I believe fucking you would be very entertaining', he added while biting and licking at the soft, silky flesh.

Regaining use of his tongue, Ken yelled brokenly, angrily, thrashing around, trying desperately to hide the trace of panic he felt. "LET GO OF ME YOU SICKO!!"

'Not likely mein liebe. Not after I've been watching you for so long, wondering what you taste like.' Schuldich thought against the hollow of Ken's throat, tongue flicking out to lap at the rain and sweat that had collected there. 'And you taste so good I believe I'm addicted.'

Ken gasped as he was suddenly yanked forward, then spun around and slammed back up against the wall, his right cheek bruising at the impact, his wrists now twisted painfully behind him. The fear he had been trying to keep at bay now pounced onto him as he felt Schuldich's lust press against his behind, the soaked cloth barely able to be considered an effective barrier.

'See how excited you got me kitty? ' Schuldich's warm tongue was now in Ken's ear. Ken's wrists were shifted to rest above his head, pinned down by one hand in brute strength. Schuldich's other hand slipped into the back of Ken's shirt, and was now roaming possessively over the smooth skin of Ken's flushed, wet, and trembling back.

Ken's heart was pounding wildly, breaths coming out in quick gasps. He couldn't help but let slip a whimper as he felt Schuldich's hand caressing over his side, then fondling and pinching a nipple, demanding that it come to attention.

'Relax my beautiful kitty. I'll make you feel good.'

"NO!" Ken protested hoarsely, trying to buck against the weight pressing him down. But Schuldich, pressing his face into Ken's drenched locks, wouldn't be budged. Ken soon froze in horror however, when he felt Schuldich slipping a hand down the back of his jeans, eager fingers stroking and kneading his firm, taut butt.

"No!" It came out sounding more like a plea this time.

"And why not?" Schuldich spoke against the ear he was ravishing, one finger teasingly slipping into the crack between Ken's rounded globes.

"No…please!" Ken moaned helplessly, struggles weakening, while trying hard to fight back a new flood of tears, finally giving in to panic and fear as he felt Schuldich's finger probing against his private ring.

'Please what kitty?" Schuldich asked, reverting to mind speech so he could better bite and tease Ken's earlobe. 'Please do this?'

And with that, he plunged his finger into Ken's warm hole without further warning, twisting the digit as it entered.

Ken screamed in anguish, humiliation, and a flood of other unnamed emotions. Tears that had dried since his untimely meeting with Schuldich once again slipping out of his tightly clenched lids. As Schuldich started thrusting with his finger, Ken arched his back in an attempt to get away from the questing digit, unwittingly giving access to his slender neck as he threw his head back, an opportunity Schuldich obviously did not overlook as he immediately latched onto and suckled the tanned column with his mouth.

'Stop! Please…'. ' Aya!' Ken sobbed out soundlessly in despair.

Then, just when Ken thought he would break under the strain, the offending digit was suddenly removed and Schuldich relinquished his hold on Ken's wrists, backing away.

Devoid of any form of support, unwanted in this case, Ken slumped bonelessly onto the floor of the alley, mind numb, eyes haunted, and dazed.

Schuldich crouched down beside him. Taking Ken's chin with his left hand, he gently, almost tenderly turned Ken's head to face him, making him watch as he brought his right hand up to his mouth, sucking on the finger which had so intimately invaded Ken's body.

Ken gagged, chest heaving painfully, face paling at Schuldich's actions, even as it brought a flush of humiliation to his cheeks.

'You taste even better than I'd imagined mein liebe.' Schuldich smirked at him, tracing the pad of his left thumb over Ken's swollen lips.

Calculating green eyes met despairing brown ones, a gaze that caused Ken to shudder, though by no means due to the cold, wet rain.

'You got lucky today Siberian.' The German's drawl caressed the brunette's mind.

Ken could only stare uncomprehendingly, tears still trailing down his cheeks.

'I have decided that I want you to come willingly to me. I want you to beg me to take you.'

"Never." Ken could only whisper brokenly in weak retort.

'Ahhh. Never say never my lovely kitten. I've confirmed some very interesting facts today that I believe would help me convince you.'

Schuldich leaned down, green gaze studying Ken's tired, wary eyes. He suddenly smiled. 'You're tired mein liebe. I believe it has been a traumatic night for you eh?' He chuckled.

Leaning down further, he closed his lips over Ken's in a gentle caress, the action further sending Ken's already dumbfounded mind spiraling into nothingness.

'I will leave you now.'

Standing up to leave, Schuldich suddenly turned and gave Ken an unreadable look. "But know this Siberian," he spoke this time. "I do not make promises lightly. You _will_ give yourself to me one day."

With that, and a wink, he faded into the night, leaving behind a shivering, tormented kitten huddling in the darkness of an alleyway……

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to be continued

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* In the Chinese culture, on every seventh month of the lunar calendar, the gates of hell are opened and ghosts are allowed to roam the land of the living freely, partaking in the offerings laid out for them by humans. Parents usually warn their children not to stay out too late during this period. Of course, scary stories of sightings abound. It is precisely at the start of this Hungry Ghost Festival that I'm posting up this chapter, sitting in my room alone in the wee hours of the morning, listening to the drizzle outside…

KOWAII YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! ^^;;;

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Sankyuu!