The End of the World As We Know It

Okay am really sorry I had planned on finishing this a week or more ago, but things happen and hot glue guns are evil.

Author's note: Okay, my typist left a note up there. I'll just clarify. She was using the glue gun and burnt her hand. I think glue guns hate her . . . Anyway, she hadn't been able to type at full speed. Now she's fine but it still affected how quickly this chapter came out. It was supposed to come out by the end of last week but, you'll deal, won't you? Thanks for understanding.

Warnings: uh . . . Aya-chan appearance? A bit of yaoi? A bit of groping (no details) at the end . . . that's about it . . . Oh, and a bit of angst, I suppose. It's not much, I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. That's just sad.

It had been a month since Aya-chan had woken up. Yohji had never seen Ran (yes, he has gone back to being called Ran) so happy. Aya-chan has been a ray of sunshine in the four assassins' hearts, accepting with no reservations what they are. She supported them behind the scene, always making sure they ate and had time to themselves. She filled in a void they didn't know was there and brought them closer than ever. Things are better than they ever were.

'So why do I feel so empty inside?'

Ever since that fateful night, Yohji could not get Ran's words out of his head.

'You've killed Takatori and you've gotten Aya-chan back. How much longer must I wait?'

Yohji sighed. These thoughts have haunted him for the last week and still there are no answers. He didn't know how to ask him that question.

Yohji sighed again.

'Well, there's no use mopping, might as well go down to work before you are yelled at.'

Yohji exited his room and started down the stairs. Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, a hiss made him stop.

"Pst," A voice said again. Yohji turned around to find Aya-chan at the top of the stairs.

"Aya what is it?" Yohji asked. Aya simply motioned for him to get closer so Yohji went back up the stairs.

"Yohji-kun," Aya said in a formal tone. "In the spirit of embarrassing my brother to get even for all the evil things he did to me in the past, I give you this tape. I hope you use it well."

Aya handed Yohji a video tape.

"What's this?" Yohji asked, surprised.

"Oh, it's just a little embarrassing footage of my brother," Aya said, flashing a sweet smile. "I couldn't think of anyone who'll embarrass him more after seeing this so I gave it to you. Enjoy!" With that, she skipped away.

Yohji looked at the tape hesitantly, remembering what happened last time he saw a video featuring Ran, Yohji wasn't sure he wanted to see this one.

'Well why not?' A voice asked in his mind. 'It's not like you could be any worse than you are now.'

Yohji shrugged and went to his room to watch the video.

Yohji popped the tape into the VCR and turned on the TV. Taking in a deep breath, he pressed "play." The TV snapped to life, showing a lot of people surrounding a grinning Ran. The sound of cheering assaulted the room.

~Movie~

"So, Fujimiya Ran," A boy holding out a banana like a microphone said. "Now that you are legally an adult, what are you planning to do?"

Ran suddenly looks serious.

"Well, Yukau, I plan to do what every red-blooded youth would want to do," His face suddenly splits into a huge grin. "Party!!!" he screamed, amongst loud cheers.

"Hold on, hold on," a youth with black hair said. "I've got another present for you."

Mutters of "uh-oh," could be heard. After a significant pause, he resumed speaking.

"The boys and I...have booked a party...at...Rouge Garçon!!!" he yelled. This news was received with cheers and catcalls.

Aya-chan pouted, (she had been standing behind her brother.) "That means I can't go," she whined.

"Sorry, Chibi," Ran said, earning himself a patented Fujimiya glare (Yohji had not known Aya-chan could glare like that). "I'll make it up to you." He dug into his pocket for a moment and came up with some money. He handed the whole bunch to her.

"Here," he said. "Go and buy yourself a new outfit. Go watch a movie with your friends. Have some fun."

Aya-chan's face lighted up. She snatched the money and zoomed out the door, leaving laughing boys behind.

"Let's go," the black-haired boy called.

~End Movie~

The screen buzzed for a moment.

Yohji sat in front of the TV with his mouth hanging open. The term "slack-jawed idiot" comes to mind . . . . Just as Yohji was about to turn everything off, the TV flicked once more.

'What's this?' Yohji thought, 'More?'

Indeed, there seems to be more. What is that author scheming?

~Movie~

Music...Very loud music is heard. Picture of a lot of dancing people came up. One of these people seems to be Ran...Ran's body moves perfectly to the beat of the music; creating a deeply erotic picture. (Yohji stares at the screen for a long time. His jaw is beginning to hurt from hanging open too long.)

The song ended and Ran moved toward a corner of the club.

"I'm gonna get a drink," he says to the camera man.

A moment later, Ran slides down on a bar stool next to a woman.

"Stoli Vodka [1] on the rocks, please," Ran said to the bar tender. The bar tender went to get his drink.

"Hi there, stranger," the woman beside him said. "I've never seen you around. First time?"

"Yeah," Ran replied with a smile.

"Are you with anyone?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, I'm with him," Ran replied, pointing to where the black-haired boy danced.

"Oh the woman said, disappointed. "The pretty ones are always gay."

"Actually," Ran said with a sexy smile "I'm bi. I just don't see too many pretty girls walking into my school." (Now where had Yohji heard something similar to this?[2])

The black-haired boy suddenly noticed Ran talking to the woman and moved toward them.

"Well," the woman said in a seductive voice. If you're interested, I've got a house just a mile from here."

The black-haired boy reached them by now.

"Sorry." He said to the woman. "This one is mine." He placed a possessive arm around Ran's shoulders and steered him back toward the dance floor. They danced, plastered to each other, for what seemed like forever (Yohji's nose started bleeding). Finally, the camera man couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay, that's it," the voice behind the camera said. "Get a room you two!" His voice seemed awfully nasal...

The two lovebirds stopped what they were doing to regard the camera. The black-haired boy developed an evil grin.

"I believe we will," he said.

"Huh?" Ran asked innocently.

The black-haired boy did not reply verbally but instead stepped forward quickly and tackled Ran in the stomach. This caused Ran to pitch forward and land on the boy's shoulder. The black-haired boy straightened with a protesting Ran on his shoulder. He had the nerve to wink at the camera before sauntering away.

~End Movie~

Yohji wiped at his leaking nose, frantically trying to get all the blood wiped up before it could soak into the floor. His mind is in chaos. All of his prior assumptions of Ran had gone down the drain. He could never see the redhead as he had before. This brought new revelations and Yohji sat and contemplated these.

'Aya doesn't seem like the aggressive type when it comes to love,' Yohji thought. Maybe he's waiting for me to make the first move...

Suddenly it became imperative to go find Ran RIGHT THIS MINUTE!

Yohji rushed out of his room, with no real direction in mind and sure enough, this fact struck him.

What the hell am I doing? He asked himself as he stood in the middle of the hall. I have no idea where to even start looking for him.

"Here Yohji-kun," A voice said behind him. Yohji spun around with a yelp to find Aya-chan behind him. Aya-chan ignored his out burst.

"This is the address of the club where my brother is." Aya-chan handed Yohji a slip of paper.

"Go get 'im, tiger," she said with a grin.

"You," Yohji said after a moment of processing what just happened. "You planned all of this, didn't you?" Aya-chan smiled innocently.

"You are as conniving as Omi!" Yohji said after a moment more of sputtering.

"Why, thank you," Aya-chan said with a smile. "Now off you go before Ran decides to head back." She pushed Yohji toward the stairs.

"I...but," Yohji sputtered.

"Oh, stop being so gut-less!" Aya-chan exclaimed. "Get on with it!"

With a final push, Yohji found himself outside the friendship outside the flower-shop.

"And don't even think about coming back without my brother!"

With that, the door was slammed shut. Yohji looked down at the little piece of paper in his hand.

'Well, it's not like you've got any choices' he thought. 'You're not gonna get back in the flower shop without Aya.'

And so, Yohji was pushed firmly into his path of action. He got into seven and drove off.

Yohji stepped into the club not quite believing what he saw. The club consisted of mostly men and most of them were very scantily dressed. The dance floor was packed with people, many of them so close to one another that they seemed to have been plastered to one another.

As Yohji watched, a male couple near him began a passionate kiss, hands roaming all over each other's bodies, going into... Yohji quickly snapped his gaze over to the bar, his face beginning to become warm. Funny, Yohji had almost forgotten what blushing had felt like; he hadn't blushed in years.

'Damn! A gay bar. What's Aya doing here? Wait...I don't want to know.' For a moment, Yohji entertained the idea that Aya-chan had been fooling around, that Ran couldn't possibly be in the club. But then, he saw Ran wiggle his way out of the dance floor and take a seat at the bar. For a while, Ran didn't notice Yohji standing there like an idiot. Then, he turned around and saw him.

'Oh, this can not be good,' Yohji thought. He was expecting death, or at least maiming for catching Ran at a bar. But neither came. Instead, Ran just gave Yohji this "come hither" look that was so un-Aya like, Yohji was shocked.

'Well, hell, why not,' the voice in Yohji's head said. He was getting really tired of that... 'You came this far. Why stop here?'

Yohji shrugged and began moving toward the bar. Then he realized the only path to the bar was through the dance floor.

'Oh shit!' He thought. 'This is going to be bad!' Sure enough it was bad. =) People kept glomping him and shoving him. He had to avoid more than a few couples that were too intent on each other to notice anything.

Finally, Yohji got to the other side.

"So, who squealed?" Ran asked casually.

"Huh?" Yohji asked, still a bit shell-shocked

"I asked who squealed on my location," Ran replied.

"You mean, there's more than one person who knows where you are?" Yohji asked, a bit stunned that Ran would allow anyone but his sister to live after discovering his whereabouts.

"About all of Weiss except you know I come here sometimes," Ran replied with a smirk.

"They did?"

"Yohji, you are so clueless sometimes," Ran said with a laugh. "For you being a former PI, you can be so unperceptive sometimes. Where did you think I disappeared off in the middle of the night?"

"I'd always assumed you'd gone to visit your sister."

"In the middle of the night? The hospital visiting hours would have been long over."

"Well, you were just so . . ." Yohji decided not to finish the sentence, seeing as he might get run through by a katana if he wasn't careful. "I never suspected. . . ."

"That I'd have a fin side? Well, believe it. So, who squealed?"

"Aya-chan."

"Her?"

"She said something about getting even with you for all the pranks you pulled on her or something . . . "

"Well, remind me to do something evil to her latter."

"What?"

"Never mind. So what have you tracked me down for?"

Yohji took a deep breath.

"Remember that day? The day I asked you out? I said I'd wait for you. I was just wondering . . . how much longer must I wait? You've got your sister back . . ."

Ran took a deep breath.

"Yohji, I can never go back to truly being the old Ran. These hands are stained forever with blood . . ."

"But I didn't want 'Ran.' I loved both Ran and . . . Aya."

"I don't deserve anyone's love and devotion . . ."

"Well, if you don't, than I don't either. My hands are equally stained."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Ran, you're forgetting that I am not some innocent. I've slain with you, I know what it's like. I love you regardless. I don't want Ran. I want you."

Ran reaches forward and cups Yohji's face with them. Looking deep into those green eyes, he slowly leans his head forward and kisses Yohji. This first kiss is gentle and soft.

"I haven't been with anyone for so long . . . Please give me time to adjust now."

"So does that mean you're mine?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm willing to wait an eternity."

Meanwhile, outside the club there parks a black BMW . . .

"Finally, they're getting somewhere . . ." Schuldich sits in the driver's seat with a distant look on his face.

"Thank you for helping them get together, Schu-kun," Aya-chan said with a sweet smile.

"Well, it's fun to play with the kitten's minds to begin with . . ."

"True but you still helped bring my niisan and his koi together. That's a good thing!"

"Well, does that mean I can count on a 'favor' from you?"

Aya-chan looks at him sternly.

"Now, Schu-kun, you shouldn't talk like that! What if Farfie-kun heard you?"

"Farf won't care."

"Well, I do! You should treat Farfie-kun better!"

"Ja, ja." Schuldich looked bored. "So shall we go? I wanna go screw Farf."

"Sure," Aya-chan replied, ignoring Schuldich's last sentence."

A kick from the back seat made both of them look back. Loud moans fill the car.

In the back seat of the BMW, Nagi and Omi are going at it, groping each other, kissing, stripping each other bare . . .

"Ewwww, Omi-kun, Nagi-kun, stop that!" Aya-chan said and turns quickly around.

Schuldich just smirked and started the car.

"Nagi, wait till we get home. Brad'll kill you if you get semen all over his precious car."

Nagi paused from his long kiss with Omi.

"He won't care," Nagi panted. "I caught him and Ken making out yesterday in the car."

Aya-chan's eyes almost popped out of her head.

"Crawford and Ken-kun?"

"Yup," Schuldich replied with a grimace. "They are just downright scary when they're going at it . . ."

"Don't even go there," Aya-chan said, with a shudder. "Those two are giving me enough trouble as it is."

Schuldich just smirked and kept driving.

~Owari~

[1] I have never ordered alcohol in a club before, seeing as I'm still underage. If no such thing exists, NO ONE GETS TO LAUGH AT ME! Besides, that's not the focus of the story anyway.

[2] If you don't get this, read over the first chapter. If you still don't get it, don't worry about it.

Hope you enjoyed. ^_^

Evil muse: I can't believe you wrote this! IT's so . . . Fluffy! I think I'll die now.

Oh, go die!

Evil muse: You still need me.

. . . Damn.

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