Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the fic.
A/N Hey all thanks for the reviews for Deception Chapter 2: Requiem! As I promised I'm keeping this updated. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! I'll be out of town from August 29 till the 2nd of September so I will not be able to update Chapter 4 until I get back. Sorry for the inconvenience. Oh yeah and just as a reminder Omi, Yohji, and Ken are bring controlled by Schwartz and they don't know it! Hopefully I've explained things enough to where it'll make a little more sense as to why Yohji is so mad at Aya in this chapter and sorry to those who were confused.
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Chapter 3
Aya's body shook with pain. Sweat covering his entire body. He limply turned on his side and flipped his bedside lamp on. He lay back down on his back.
"What the hell happened to me? Who did this?" The fact that he was totally oblivious as to who had done this to him drove him crazy. He felt sticky.
Starring blankly at the sight he knew what had happened to him. Someone had devoured his body, along with his virginity, and he didn't know whom. The blood and seamen on his body and bed taunting him. He was nothing, nothing but someone raped by an anonymous person. A toy for sex. He cursed himself for being unconscious. He hated himself for it. If he hadn't been he would never have had to go through this. The pain that he felt before was nothing compared to the pain he was in now.
Tears swelled in his eyes. No, he wasn't going to cry. He wouldn't let himself. Tears streamed down his face making him even angrier. His mind flowed with ideas.
"I need a shower." Clenching his teeth together he quickly sat up and flung his feet over the side of the bed. Pain surging all over. The room spun around him and he felt his breakfast rising to his throat. He tightly shut his eyes and the world around him quit spinning. He shakily got to his feet, using the wall to support his weight he crept over to the laundry hamper and surrounded himself in a dirty towel, covering his naked body. He shakily made his way towards the bathroom. His footsteps echoing anger and fear as he somewhat wobbled somewhat stomped his way down the hall towards the bathroom. The sticky liquid that consumed his entire body was drying more with every step. He could feel it caked onto his skin. The blood from his stitches forming a circle on his towel.
Reaching the bathroom he quickly locked the door. He stared into the mirror at his ghostly reflection. He looked like the same person that he was before but he felt different, he wasn't the same. He turned on the water not caring about temperature and climbed in.
(Yohji's POV)
"As I thought, he's awake. I wonder what he's thinking." Yohji smiled seductively.
(Aya's POV) He got in letting the steaming hot water wash away all the filth that was on him. His side bleeding more heavily now due to the hot water. The pain was slowly subsiding. He violently scrubbed at the caked on seamen that stuck to his skin. Images of the blood and seed all over his bed sweeping through his mind. He winced as the water seeped through his gash, invading it, devouring it.
Aya finished washing his body off, removing most of the seed from his body and hair. He quickly washed his hair. He still felt dirty but he wasn't sticky anymore. He continued to linger in the shower even though he was completely clean, he stood there pondering the events of the day, letting his skin absorb the water and his mind absorb everything that had happened. He forgot about the pain in his side, the hot water making it bleed more profusely, but it didn't matter to him, it was numb now.
"Why.why did this happen to me? Why would anyone do this.and who? Where my teammates home when it happened? Were they still out doing deliveries? Are the other Weiss members here? Did they see me lying there like that?" All the possibilities overwhelmed him and he fell to his knees in the shower wrapping his arms tightly around himself, pulling himself into a protective embrace. His body shook in fear. He sat there for twenty minutes letting the water pelt his skin, invading his cuts.
He had finally made up his mind, there was no way he could find out who had done this to him and why. He was sure the other Weiss members had not come up to check on him, and that they were unaware of what had happened, he turned off the water and shakily got out of the shower. His body was red from the heat of the water and it was still somewhat numb. He dried off with a clean towel wrapping it around his body like a shield. He made his way to his room, moving a lot easier now then he had before, however his body still racked with pain and he had to again use the wall for support. He could hardly carry his own body weight it seemed heavier.
Arriving at his door he took a deep breath before slowly opening it. The smell of sex hit him like a bullet. His stomach rising to his throat again. Swallowing hard he managed to keep the contents of his stomach in his stomach. Pulling out a pair of black boxers and his black pants and matching long sleeved black sweater from the closet he quickly got dressed, trying very hard not to look at the sight behind him.
Using the towel he had had around his body to cover his hands he turned around to again face the bed taking a few deep breaths. Walking to the bed he started to pull off the sheets that were loosely scattered about his bed. He had the pillowcase off and the sheet off before his stomach gave in. Grabbing the garbage can next to his bed he heaved the contents in his stomach into the trash, continuing to dry heavy after his stomach had been emptied. He leaned against the wall smacking his head forcefully into it, his legs were pressed against his chest and his arms were carelessly crossed along his knee caps, holding the trash in one hand, taking a few minutes to recover and replace his stomach were it belonged. Getting up he continued stripping the sheets off his bed and shoved them all in his pillowcase. He also threw his two towels, both the dirty and the one he had used for his shower, his outfit he had been wearing earlier that morning and the events of the day into the pillowcase. He replaced the sheets with new ones, they were black and they fit his mood, he was never going to be able to sleep in this room again.
Pillowcase full of all the evidence inside, in hand, he walked over to the window, pulling it open. He set the pillowcase on the window seal and tied it tightly, letting it fall from his window into the open Dumpster.
He sprayed some "After the Rain" air freshener around his room and replaced his old plug in liquid air freshener with a new one, hoping to get rid of the smell. He couldn't stay in his room so he decided to go down stairs and lounge on the couch, he could think there, and he could go take a few Tylenol for the continuing pain that engulfed his body. His stitches he could feel were still bleeding but it didn't matter, even if the other Weiss members were downstairs, they wouldn't be able to tell, blood never showed up on black. Leaving his room he quickly made his way down the stairs, using the railing for support.
Arriving downstairs he noticed Yohji, Ken, and Omi were all placed on one of their couches watching television, only Yohji turned his head.
(Yohji's Pov)
He chuckled to himself, "So my little toy is all in black. He thinks he's hiding all that happened and that little incision that I pulled loose, I can see the outline of the blood on his shirt."
(End of Yohji pov)
"So how are you feeling?" Yohji asked aloud as Aya made his way to the other side of the room where the other couch sat. Ken and Omi turned to look at Aya as well.
"That's none of your damn business." Aya snapped lying on the couch, his fever returning. He had totally forgotten to get the Tylenol and he didn't feel like getting up and getting it, his body hurt too much and he was surprised at the fact that he even made it down the stairs. He covered his eyes with his arm, blocking everyone from view. He could feel the other Weiss members' eyes still on him.
"He was just concerned about you Aya" Omi butted in.
"Yeah, you didn't have to take his head off." Ken added.
Aya ignored their comments deciding not to say anything; Yeah and you don't know what it's like to be assaulted while you were unconscious do you Ken? He thought nastily to himself. And the only reason Yohji's concerned about me, Omi, is cause he loves me! He told me so and I turned him down, I don't deserve to be loved by anyone, and I won't allow myself to love anyone no one except my sister. Even though I've thought to myself how much I really do love him, I won't allow myself to let him know, I had a hard enough time admitting it to myself. He concluded his thoughts.
"It's fine you guys" Yohji whispered, sounding upset. His angry about Aya returning; Why do I care about him, Why is the only thing he ever thinks about in this world his sister, Why won't he let anyone else love him?
The room grew suddenly quiet. Ayas' body again lighting itself on fire. He knew he would have to get something for it soon. He felt bad for jumping on Yohji like that but he would never allow him to know that. Aya slowly sat up swinging his feet over the side of the couch, this zapping all his strength. He leaned against the back of the couch, his head beginning to ache. He positioned himself, getting ready to stand up.
"What are you doing?" Yohji asked.
"Getting up, is that a problem with you?" Aya replied more nastily then he meant to. His body ached and the thought of what had happened to him would not leave his mind making him feel like he really didn't need to be questioned or jumped about everything that he did.
"Don't worry about it, I'll go get whatever you need." Yohji replied.
"Who said I needed anything?" Aya spat.
"You need something for that fever and you were going to go get it." Yohji stood crossing the room to where Aya sat gasping for breath, " I'll go get it for you."
Aya stared at him crossly, "Fine."
Yohji quickly disappeared into the kitchen. HAHA! It worked! He laughed to himself; He fell for it! He pulled the Tylenol bottle out of the cabinet. Popping off the lid.
Meanwhile, Aya lay back down on the couch, closing his eyes, it hurt for him to even breathe, and he had to concentrate his entire being on being able to. He sensed another person leaving the room, then the third a few minutes later. He was too weak to open his eyes and find out who and when.
(In the Kitchen)
Yohji dumped a handful of Tylenol into his hand, around ten of them, and began crushing them up into the bottom of a cup. Ken and Omi entering the room as well, smiling at Yohji, who was right in the middle of crushing the pills. Ken crossed the room to the cabinet and pulled out a pitcher and a packet of the mystery flavored Kool Aid, which when made up, was black. Omi grabbed a washcloth out of the drawer wetting it at the sink. Ken finished with the Kool Aid as Yohji finished placing the crushed pills into the cup. Giving the glass to Ken he grabbed two pills out of the container, that were uncrushed. Ken filled the cup with Kool Aid and Omi rung out the washcloth he had gotten wet, the two of them leaving the kitchen. Yohji put the bottle of pills back in the cabinet, tossed the empty Kool Aid packet into the trash, and set the pitcher of Kool Aid in the refrigerator.
Yohji quickly joined the others in the living room. Ken had just given the glass of Kool Aid to Aya, and the wet washcloth had been set on his forehead. Aya took a big gulp of the drink he had been given. Yohji crossed the room and placed the other two Tylenol in his hand. Aya popped them in his mouth again taking a big gulp. His body began to shake and he placed the cup on the in-table next to the couch.
The other Weiss members were, at that minute released from Schwartz's control. The voices of Shuldig, Nagi, Farfarello, and Crawford ringing in their minds, "Were you really that mad at him? You just overdosed one of your best friends. Didn't know that did ya'?"
They stood there dumbfounded as the news sunk in. They had attacked Aya? They were trying to kill Aya? NO! They didn't . . . they couldn't have! How could they?
"And you, Yohji, you raped him. I bet you don't remember that, do ya? You better hurry and get him to a hospital; he'll die soon if you don't. He's got maybe an hour left to live without any treatments. Maybe less, I never was that good at those types of things."
"What the hell!" Yohji yelled shaking, "I raped him? NO!" He fell to his knees weeping.
"Don't worry about that now," Ken said pulling him up, "we have got to save Aya." Unsure of their predicament, Ken ran up the stairs. He had to start the car.
Yohji nodded to Omi and picked up Aya's limp body. Pressing it against his. He felt warm liquid trickle down his chest from Aya's side, not paying attention to it, assuming it was just sweat. , Omi on the side of Yohji checking Aya's pulse. It had severally slowed down. He had a feeling it would take a lot less time for him to die then Schwartz had told them. He was right outside the door as Yohji and Omi emerged from the doorway.
"Please Aya don't die on me!" Yohji pleaded with him as Omi opened the door for him. He carefully got into the car, Omi slamming it behind him. He hopped into the front seat, next to Ken. Placing his foot on the gas he raced onto the busy street.
"I can't believe we let Shwartz do this to us. I can't believe we did this to Aya! If he dies I'll never forgive myself." Omi said, tears forming in his eyes.
"He's not going to die!" Ken yelled meanly at Omi, making the younger boy cry even harder. "I'm sorry Omi, I shouldn't have yelled at you, but he's not going to die." Ken apologized running yet another red light. He was two blocks away from the hospital. Yohji was in the back of the car with Aya recording his pulse every minute.
"Ken step on it!" Yohji hollered, "he bleeding and his pulse is continuously slowing!"
"What do you mean he's bleeding?" Ken asked.
"His side was stitched and the stitches have been pulled out."
"Why was his side stitched?" Ken asked pulling in front of the hospital doors.
"I have no idea!" Yohji frantically replied getting out of the car and running towards the front door. , Ken and Omi following closely behind.
"Ken, you're faster than the rest of us hurry in there and tell them about what happened so they'll be ready when we get in there." Omi ordered.
Ken raced off into the building. The others entering a few minutes later, the medics were running a cot down the linoleum hallway. Next thing Yohji knew Aya was being removed from his arms and was placed on the cot, the medics already had an IV in his arm and they were setting him up to the machine that would record his heart beats. A few seconds passed and they had him attached to the machine. Rushing him down the hall, the members of Weiss hot on their trail. They all entered the elevator. The intern pushed the button for the fourth floor and at the same moment Aya flat-lined.
"Aya." Ken yelled.
To be continued..
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CrimsonFlames: Thanks to all who have stuck with this fic and also thanks to you people that are just now getting into it! Please review and I'll make sure to update soon! Sorry I won't be able to until I get back from my trip! Sorry!
A/N Hey all thanks for the reviews for Deception Chapter 2: Requiem! As I promised I'm keeping this updated. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! I'll be out of town from August 29 till the 2nd of September so I will not be able to update Chapter 4 until I get back. Sorry for the inconvenience. Oh yeah and just as a reminder Omi, Yohji, and Ken are bring controlled by Schwartz and they don't know it! Hopefully I've explained things enough to where it'll make a little more sense as to why Yohji is so mad at Aya in this chapter and sorry to those who were confused.
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Chapter 3
Aya's body shook with pain. Sweat covering his entire body. He limply turned on his side and flipped his bedside lamp on. He lay back down on his back.
"What the hell happened to me? Who did this?" The fact that he was totally oblivious as to who had done this to him drove him crazy. He felt sticky.
Starring blankly at the sight he knew what had happened to him. Someone had devoured his body, along with his virginity, and he didn't know whom. The blood and seamen on his body and bed taunting him. He was nothing, nothing but someone raped by an anonymous person. A toy for sex. He cursed himself for being unconscious. He hated himself for it. If he hadn't been he would never have had to go through this. The pain that he felt before was nothing compared to the pain he was in now.
Tears swelled in his eyes. No, he wasn't going to cry. He wouldn't let himself. Tears streamed down his face making him even angrier. His mind flowed with ideas.
"I need a shower." Clenching his teeth together he quickly sat up and flung his feet over the side of the bed. Pain surging all over. The room spun around him and he felt his breakfast rising to his throat. He tightly shut his eyes and the world around him quit spinning. He shakily got to his feet, using the wall to support his weight he crept over to the laundry hamper and surrounded himself in a dirty towel, covering his naked body. He shakily made his way towards the bathroom. His footsteps echoing anger and fear as he somewhat wobbled somewhat stomped his way down the hall towards the bathroom. The sticky liquid that consumed his entire body was drying more with every step. He could feel it caked onto his skin. The blood from his stitches forming a circle on his towel.
Reaching the bathroom he quickly locked the door. He stared into the mirror at his ghostly reflection. He looked like the same person that he was before but he felt different, he wasn't the same. He turned on the water not caring about temperature and climbed in.
(Yohji's POV)
"As I thought, he's awake. I wonder what he's thinking." Yohji smiled seductively.
(Aya's POV) He got in letting the steaming hot water wash away all the filth that was on him. His side bleeding more heavily now due to the hot water. The pain was slowly subsiding. He violently scrubbed at the caked on seamen that stuck to his skin. Images of the blood and seed all over his bed sweeping through his mind. He winced as the water seeped through his gash, invading it, devouring it.
Aya finished washing his body off, removing most of the seed from his body and hair. He quickly washed his hair. He still felt dirty but he wasn't sticky anymore. He continued to linger in the shower even though he was completely clean, he stood there pondering the events of the day, letting his skin absorb the water and his mind absorb everything that had happened. He forgot about the pain in his side, the hot water making it bleed more profusely, but it didn't matter to him, it was numb now.
"Why.why did this happen to me? Why would anyone do this.and who? Where my teammates home when it happened? Were they still out doing deliveries? Are the other Weiss members here? Did they see me lying there like that?" All the possibilities overwhelmed him and he fell to his knees in the shower wrapping his arms tightly around himself, pulling himself into a protective embrace. His body shook in fear. He sat there for twenty minutes letting the water pelt his skin, invading his cuts.
He had finally made up his mind, there was no way he could find out who had done this to him and why. He was sure the other Weiss members had not come up to check on him, and that they were unaware of what had happened, he turned off the water and shakily got out of the shower. His body was red from the heat of the water and it was still somewhat numb. He dried off with a clean towel wrapping it around his body like a shield. He made his way to his room, moving a lot easier now then he had before, however his body still racked with pain and he had to again use the wall for support. He could hardly carry his own body weight it seemed heavier.
Arriving at his door he took a deep breath before slowly opening it. The smell of sex hit him like a bullet. His stomach rising to his throat again. Swallowing hard he managed to keep the contents of his stomach in his stomach. Pulling out a pair of black boxers and his black pants and matching long sleeved black sweater from the closet he quickly got dressed, trying very hard not to look at the sight behind him.
Using the towel he had had around his body to cover his hands he turned around to again face the bed taking a few deep breaths. Walking to the bed he started to pull off the sheets that were loosely scattered about his bed. He had the pillowcase off and the sheet off before his stomach gave in. Grabbing the garbage can next to his bed he heaved the contents in his stomach into the trash, continuing to dry heavy after his stomach had been emptied. He leaned against the wall smacking his head forcefully into it, his legs were pressed against his chest and his arms were carelessly crossed along his knee caps, holding the trash in one hand, taking a few minutes to recover and replace his stomach were it belonged. Getting up he continued stripping the sheets off his bed and shoved them all in his pillowcase. He also threw his two towels, both the dirty and the one he had used for his shower, his outfit he had been wearing earlier that morning and the events of the day into the pillowcase. He replaced the sheets with new ones, they were black and they fit his mood, he was never going to be able to sleep in this room again.
Pillowcase full of all the evidence inside, in hand, he walked over to the window, pulling it open. He set the pillowcase on the window seal and tied it tightly, letting it fall from his window into the open Dumpster.
He sprayed some "After the Rain" air freshener around his room and replaced his old plug in liquid air freshener with a new one, hoping to get rid of the smell. He couldn't stay in his room so he decided to go down stairs and lounge on the couch, he could think there, and he could go take a few Tylenol for the continuing pain that engulfed his body. His stitches he could feel were still bleeding but it didn't matter, even if the other Weiss members were downstairs, they wouldn't be able to tell, blood never showed up on black. Leaving his room he quickly made his way down the stairs, using the railing for support.
Arriving downstairs he noticed Yohji, Ken, and Omi were all placed on one of their couches watching television, only Yohji turned his head.
(Yohji's Pov)
He chuckled to himself, "So my little toy is all in black. He thinks he's hiding all that happened and that little incision that I pulled loose, I can see the outline of the blood on his shirt."
(End of Yohji pov)
"So how are you feeling?" Yohji asked aloud as Aya made his way to the other side of the room where the other couch sat. Ken and Omi turned to look at Aya as well.
"That's none of your damn business." Aya snapped lying on the couch, his fever returning. He had totally forgotten to get the Tylenol and he didn't feel like getting up and getting it, his body hurt too much and he was surprised at the fact that he even made it down the stairs. He covered his eyes with his arm, blocking everyone from view. He could feel the other Weiss members' eyes still on him.
"He was just concerned about you Aya" Omi butted in.
"Yeah, you didn't have to take his head off." Ken added.
Aya ignored their comments deciding not to say anything; Yeah and you don't know what it's like to be assaulted while you were unconscious do you Ken? He thought nastily to himself. And the only reason Yohji's concerned about me, Omi, is cause he loves me! He told me so and I turned him down, I don't deserve to be loved by anyone, and I won't allow myself to love anyone no one except my sister. Even though I've thought to myself how much I really do love him, I won't allow myself to let him know, I had a hard enough time admitting it to myself. He concluded his thoughts.
"It's fine you guys" Yohji whispered, sounding upset. His angry about Aya returning; Why do I care about him, Why is the only thing he ever thinks about in this world his sister, Why won't he let anyone else love him?
The room grew suddenly quiet. Ayas' body again lighting itself on fire. He knew he would have to get something for it soon. He felt bad for jumping on Yohji like that but he would never allow him to know that. Aya slowly sat up swinging his feet over the side of the couch, this zapping all his strength. He leaned against the back of the couch, his head beginning to ache. He positioned himself, getting ready to stand up.
"What are you doing?" Yohji asked.
"Getting up, is that a problem with you?" Aya replied more nastily then he meant to. His body ached and the thought of what had happened to him would not leave his mind making him feel like he really didn't need to be questioned or jumped about everything that he did.
"Don't worry about it, I'll go get whatever you need." Yohji replied.
"Who said I needed anything?" Aya spat.
"You need something for that fever and you were going to go get it." Yohji stood crossing the room to where Aya sat gasping for breath, " I'll go get it for you."
Aya stared at him crossly, "Fine."
Yohji quickly disappeared into the kitchen. HAHA! It worked! He laughed to himself; He fell for it! He pulled the Tylenol bottle out of the cabinet. Popping off the lid.
Meanwhile, Aya lay back down on the couch, closing his eyes, it hurt for him to even breathe, and he had to concentrate his entire being on being able to. He sensed another person leaving the room, then the third a few minutes later. He was too weak to open his eyes and find out who and when.
(In the Kitchen)
Yohji dumped a handful of Tylenol into his hand, around ten of them, and began crushing them up into the bottom of a cup. Ken and Omi entering the room as well, smiling at Yohji, who was right in the middle of crushing the pills. Ken crossed the room to the cabinet and pulled out a pitcher and a packet of the mystery flavored Kool Aid, which when made up, was black. Omi grabbed a washcloth out of the drawer wetting it at the sink. Ken finished with the Kool Aid as Yohji finished placing the crushed pills into the cup. Giving the glass to Ken he grabbed two pills out of the container, that were uncrushed. Ken filled the cup with Kool Aid and Omi rung out the washcloth he had gotten wet, the two of them leaving the kitchen. Yohji put the bottle of pills back in the cabinet, tossed the empty Kool Aid packet into the trash, and set the pitcher of Kool Aid in the refrigerator.
Yohji quickly joined the others in the living room. Ken had just given the glass of Kool Aid to Aya, and the wet washcloth had been set on his forehead. Aya took a big gulp of the drink he had been given. Yohji crossed the room and placed the other two Tylenol in his hand. Aya popped them in his mouth again taking a big gulp. His body began to shake and he placed the cup on the in-table next to the couch.
The other Weiss members were, at that minute released from Schwartz's control. The voices of Shuldig, Nagi, Farfarello, and Crawford ringing in their minds, "Were you really that mad at him? You just overdosed one of your best friends. Didn't know that did ya'?"
They stood there dumbfounded as the news sunk in. They had attacked Aya? They were trying to kill Aya? NO! They didn't . . . they couldn't have! How could they?
"And you, Yohji, you raped him. I bet you don't remember that, do ya? You better hurry and get him to a hospital; he'll die soon if you don't. He's got maybe an hour left to live without any treatments. Maybe less, I never was that good at those types of things."
"What the hell!" Yohji yelled shaking, "I raped him? NO!" He fell to his knees weeping.
"Don't worry about that now," Ken said pulling him up, "we have got to save Aya." Unsure of their predicament, Ken ran up the stairs. He had to start the car.
Yohji nodded to Omi and picked up Aya's limp body. Pressing it against his. He felt warm liquid trickle down his chest from Aya's side, not paying attention to it, assuming it was just sweat. , Omi on the side of Yohji checking Aya's pulse. It had severally slowed down. He had a feeling it would take a lot less time for him to die then Schwartz had told them. He was right outside the door as Yohji and Omi emerged from the doorway.
"Please Aya don't die on me!" Yohji pleaded with him as Omi opened the door for him. He carefully got into the car, Omi slamming it behind him. He hopped into the front seat, next to Ken. Placing his foot on the gas he raced onto the busy street.
"I can't believe we let Shwartz do this to us. I can't believe we did this to Aya! If he dies I'll never forgive myself." Omi said, tears forming in his eyes.
"He's not going to die!" Ken yelled meanly at Omi, making the younger boy cry even harder. "I'm sorry Omi, I shouldn't have yelled at you, but he's not going to die." Ken apologized running yet another red light. He was two blocks away from the hospital. Yohji was in the back of the car with Aya recording his pulse every minute.
"Ken step on it!" Yohji hollered, "he bleeding and his pulse is continuously slowing!"
"What do you mean he's bleeding?" Ken asked.
"His side was stitched and the stitches have been pulled out."
"Why was his side stitched?" Ken asked pulling in front of the hospital doors.
"I have no idea!" Yohji frantically replied getting out of the car and running towards the front door. , Ken and Omi following closely behind.
"Ken, you're faster than the rest of us hurry in there and tell them about what happened so they'll be ready when we get in there." Omi ordered.
Ken raced off into the building. The others entering a few minutes later, the medics were running a cot down the linoleum hallway. Next thing Yohji knew Aya was being removed from his arms and was placed on the cot, the medics already had an IV in his arm and they were setting him up to the machine that would record his heart beats. A few seconds passed and they had him attached to the machine. Rushing him down the hall, the members of Weiss hot on their trail. They all entered the elevator. The intern pushed the button for the fourth floor and at the same moment Aya flat-lined.
"Aya." Ken yelled.
To be continued..
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CrimsonFlames: Thanks to all who have stuck with this fic and also thanks to you people that are just now getting into it! Please review and I'll make sure to update soon! Sorry I won't be able to until I get back from my trip! Sorry!