Warnings: foul words, shonen-ai
Spoilers: just in case... Aya-chan, Kase
Disclaimer: Weiß doesn't belong to me so does Van Hellsing & comrades --; if it does then you tell me why am I still writing fanfics? promptly burst in tears
Aries Gakuen: An All-Girl School
Part 8: Beneath The Darkness
Kisaragi Yuu
I felt nothing more than just getting my ass off there as quick as possible, but Aya's hand grabbed my shirt and wouldn't let me go at all. Somehow he looked like a beautiful devil with horns sticking out from his head and all. For some reasons I knew that he was enjoying this! Damn him!
I hated haunted house! Or anything psychic like that! I wanted normal cases like murders, bomb implants, terrorists, or corruptors! Heck, I would even consider aliens and UFOs, but I hated anything supernatural!!
"C'mon Ken-kun, it's all just set-ups!" Omi smiled reassuringly while he approached me.
"Still...!"
"Aww just shuddap and get the hell in there!" Yohji kicked me.
I fell to the doors and bumped into them, while in the same time opening the doors too for the rest of the group. I looked up and I saw something very freaky.
OH NO.
Stood there gloriously was none other than a very large Frankenstein with razor blades cutting his head everywhere, he was looking down at me with his evil yellowish eyes. I noticed there were also two she-vampires beside the Frankenstein just like the ones you saw in Van Hellsing the Movie, but these ones had different kind of hairs. One had this short brunette hair and the other was a redhead. (1)
I screamed in fear. Somehow the intention of me holding to dear ol' pride was just thrown out of the windows and became the bats' new favorite food.
I clung onto Aya who didn't stop looking at the monster in front of us. And suddenly Omi stepped forward with this little glitter of excitement on his eyes.
...excitement??
The boy was crazy! And I thought after meeting Farafaloo or whatever his name was, was already the worst thing that could ever happened to me and now my own teammate was also a maniac??
"Hi Persia!" Omi greeted sweetly.
What?
"Behold you white hunters of the night, as I will not reveal my true identity to you."
"Cut the crap, we already know who you are." Yohji replied—unmoved.
"Y-you do?"
Everybody nodded—including the Schwarz and excluding me since I was still in a state of shock.
"Damn."
Then one of the she-vampires that if you looked really close resembled Manx very much stepped forward, "Well, at least you guys don't start killing each other when you met. I was expecting a bloody scene." She crossed her arms around and shoved her big boobs in front of us. Some of us gulped at the sight.
"Soccer boy, having fun there?" Schuldich teased.
I winced, didn't even know what was he implying. That's when Omi smiled and beamed, "have anyone ever told you guys that you and Aya-kun look really cute together? I certainly do think so!"
I looked up and I saw the most horrific scene I've ever seen in my entire sorry life. Aya was looking at me as though he would chop me to bits on the spot and eat me himself if I didn't lay my hands off him. He even had this deathglare that I swore would laser me—thank God he was human (although I often forget about that 'little' fact).
"Get off me, Ken. Now."
I gasped, "s-sorry!" I let him go.
"Aww... don't play shy new-wed thingy in front of us! It only makes me more jealous... right blondie?" He threw this disgusting look to Yohji.
Yohji shuddered, "I-I don't know what you're talking about..." he tilted his head and let his eyes wandered to anywhere but the psychotic-gay-maniac-who-seemed-to-love-bondage-so-much German.
"Oh? Want me to teach you?" the orange-haired guy grinned in a very, very wicked way.
"Ack! Stop touching my butt!!"
"Fellas, hello?" Birman tried to stop the uncontrolled gorillas (and little monkeys) in front of her.
The 8 guys looked at her. "That's right, we haven't asked you what are you doing in here."
"Actually..." Birman coughed uncomfortably as Manx and Persia exchanged lustful look, I didn't even want to ask. "...that doesn't matter, just say that we're sort of... uh... bored."
Yeah, right.
She was conscious of the mental reply that the boys erupted, but she pretended to be oblivious. "Anyways, please get into the haunted house. We tried it and it was pretty good, but we didn't find the so-called missing father."
"What? Does that mean that the story is true?" Yohji asked.
"Well... we don't know if he was 'eaten' or not by the house but the story about how he went missing mysteriously was actually true. I researched about his father and there was no excuse that he would run away since his life was clean and had no huge problems that would send someone to suicide. We searched for him but we didn't find any trace, the only thing we know was that the last place his father was seen was in this house. Maybe you guys can help?"
"S-So he really did go missing in here?" my voice creaked. "For 20 years??!"
"Um, well, that is somewhat impossible since this place has no support on food nor electricity... the water runs well though. If he was missing in this house, I doubt that he would still be... alive."
"But it's strange isn't it?" Omi chimed in, "I mean, this park has been opened for so long time, and there were a lot of people who came in and out this house—or we can call it mansion since it's too large—but he hasn't been found for over 20 years? There must be the slightest possibility that people would find him unintentionally, right?"
"That is what we would like to know. The reason he came to this house and missing are unknown too, so if you found him—dead or alive—it would likely bring up some answers."
Aya raised his hand, "Wait."
Several pairs of eyes set up on him. I tried to escape since everyone's attention was drawn, only to be stopped by Yohji who too was looking like he was enjoying this with Aya. I. Hated. Him.
"What, Abyssinian?"
"We don't do chores."
Those very same several pairs of eyes blinked.
---
"Why the hell did you agree?? I though you hated working with no fee??" I yelled.
All these were totally screwing up with my head that I needed a scapegoat as soon as possible. And the only scapegoat that I could find a little bit guilty of all this was Aya. I know I had a bad choice, but I was desperate okay?!
"In case you didn't listen (again), this is not for free. Find the bloody missing father—zombie or mortal—we get paid for a good sum of money. It seems that Kritiker needs that guy to find information anyway, that's not our business. We just have to find this guy." He explained coldly.
"Aww c'mon Ken-kun... it's not that bad... we are all together anyways!"
Yeah... in the very least we were all together at this and even ghosts would consider attacking 8 trained assassins walking together, right? Well, eventhough we did lack in appearance... Manx and her stupid Barbie fashion-sense... I looked at Omi and felt sorry for the innocent boy.
"That will end now."
Huh?! I shot my eyes to the made-of-stone redhead leader.
"This house is too large, we have to split up in pairs. One pair go to the basement, two to the first and second floor, and one to the ground level."
Wait...
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Then let's decide in what pairs should we go." Brad made his presence.
W-wait...
"How about we decide by rock-scissors-paper?" Nagi asked, almost innocently. (2)
W-w-wait a minute!!!
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I walked with Aya leading me in front. My head limped down, and so were half of my other organs (in and out). We were chosen to walk to the second floor, the darkest of them all, and the most hated place of them all too. Suddenly I cursed my luck.
"It's dark." He suddenly said.
I cursed him too, of course it was dark! I didn't need him to tell me that now! It's not like I couldn't fucking see that! I needed to get the hell out of here dammit!!
And because he was no mind-breaker like the creepy German lad, he ignored my mental whine. But I could have sworn he felt my evil aura since I felt nothing more than just to hit him from the back, make him faint, and make my way out of this fucking house. Hell, I wouldn't even care if I had to jump off the window!
"Don't start tripping on things, the light from the broken windows aren't bright enough. You are already a klutz so watch the step, don't let yourself be a bother too."
Something made a sound of 'twitch' in my head.
"Dammit Aya, so what if I am a klutz?! At least I'm not a self-absorbed neat-freak like you!! You just don't care! You are too cold! You talk like if you have even ONE single sentence of comfort in ONE single provocative conversation the world would go hunting for your sorry head! I'm so fed up with you!!" I snapped.
To my surprise, he stopped walking as though shocked.
He turned his head to me for the first time in this haunted house. He looked straight to me who panted, feeling a little bit better since I had shot it all out to release my stress about him—and mostly about this haunted house.
Those eyes... there were just something about those amethyst eyes. Deep and low, as though you could be swallowed inside if you stared at it too much.
And with the very same eyes, he stared right through my eyes. That apparently made me lose my words.
He was looking very serious, too serious. He always looked serious, but I could differentiate the level of the seriousness that he was proposing since he had worked and lived in the same area for years with me. This was what I learnt after looking at his face everyday. Somehow I felt a little bit sorry that I snapped up at him like that, maybe I shouldn't did that... what if he was hurt?
As much as the matter of fact that I kept forgetting about Aya being human, he was still a human. He had feelings. Maybe I said too much. Maybe he was really hurt. Maybe I should apologize right away.
"Aya... I didn't—"
"What's wrong with being neat?"
I winced.
"Huh?"
"I asked, what's wrong with being neat?"
I face vaulted. And there I was, thinking that there was the slightest possibility that Aya had feelings.
"Forget what I said, it's GOOD to be NEAT. And it's also reeeeeally good to be TOO neat." I stomped my feet and walked pass him.
He pissed me off! And to think I was worried that I might hurt his feelings... I meant, if you just look at his face just now, you would melt in guilt for saying those harsh words.
He looked sad. He looked hurt. And he just asked 'what's wrong with being neat' in a very 'I-don't-get-your-point' flat tone?! Damn him, I was worried!! I stomped my feet even more angrily as I walked faster to rendezvous place, I didn't care. As long as I was far away from Aya who totally played with my guilt.
"Ken..."
Just you watch, you cold bastard! I'm so going to ignore you!!
"Ken, wait..."
I'm ignoring you!
"Ken, the floor you're going to step has a..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
I fell into the hole that the floor had due to oldness. Fortunately, the hole wasn't that deep but unfortunately, I hit my head when I was falling (don't you even dare ask 'how is that possible?').
"...hole." Aya finished his sentence before he sighed as he pasted his palm to his face when he approached me. I even thought he did that so that I could see him doing that. Damn him!
"Yoww... my head..." I growled, feeling somewhat dizzy as the result of the loud thud. I tried to get up, but my head started to spin around until it was hard to focus. I growled more. Nothing in this day worth remembrance.
"Wait there, don't move even a single inch or I'll really leave you alone."
"W-what? Aya?? Hey, don't tell me you're leaving me alone here!"
There was no response, and no sound at all except of a fading footsteps that became further and further by each step. I widened my eyes. I looked up, and I didn't see anyone.
"A-Aya?! You ARE leaving me alone??! The guardian said that we have to walk at least in pairs!! Hey Aya! HEY!!"
But to my agony and irony and misfortune of it all, Aya had already fled to somewhere that I didn't even know—leaving me alone here in this totally dark place, injured and dizzy. The bastard was the most bastard in the worst times.
Somehow I was disappointed... it wouldn't hurt him to give me a little of his attention would it? He didn't even ask on how I was before he fled, he didn't even ask 'you okay?' with a flat tone. Although it wouldn't mean anything but at least I would know that he cared a little... he was so cold to me.
Maybe that was just how I was in his eyes... a klutz. Nothing more.
And a bothersome klutz too to add it up.
Somehow that made me sad. I didn't really know why, and my head was too messed up (literally and metaphorically) to even think about the reason now. I rested my head on my knee as I let my back leaned against the wall.
I closed my eyes and whispered under my breath.
"Aya..."
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I was walking in this dark pit, it was a very large place but I couldn't feel anything. As if my senses were shut off. I couldn't even feel the spot my legs were against with.
I couldn't see or hear anything, in front of me was an endless amount of dark till the point I couldn't even see my own hands. All I could feel was cold, and coldness itself that consumed me more and more. I gave myself a hug and kept walking, calling out for somebody, anybody that probably could hear me inside this black emptiness.
'Aya'.
'Aya'.
'Aya'.
It was the only name that my mind came up with, 'Aya'. He was a cold bastard, he never cared and he never cried in front of me. Just like a broken human, turned into a doll and stood there. Looking as though there was nothing in front of him. Although there was me.
But he had the brightest smile among the others. He had the sincerest words, no lies beneath his language. And somehow... he also had the warmest hands.
'Aya'.
I kept walking, calling out for his name. It was dark, dark to the foremost but I couldn't stop hoping.
Until I heard something.
"...en."
There was a voice, a very familiar voice that said something from my back. I turned around and I opened my ears wide.
'Aya'.
"...en. Hey..."
I ran to the voice. As fast as I could. It was a reassuring voice. All my senses were screaming that I just had to go to that voice if I want to run away from this darkness. I just had to see the face of the owner of the voice. Although I had guessed.
"...Ken..."
"Aya!" I shot my eyes wide open and broke myself free from the darkness of my dream.
And there he was, just in front of me with his beautiful amethyst eyes. I never felt more glad to see this cold-as-a-statue leader. He looked at me funny. "I left you for just about 20 minutes and you're already sleeping? You should act more like your age." (3)
His cold words didn't seem to bulge me this time. In the other hand, I hugged him instantly.
He didn't say anything, nor moved even a little bit. But he also didn't push me away.
"I heard you calling out for me..."
I felt his body, a little skinny but he had built strong muscular board on his chests and it felt good to hug him. I couldn't think anymore. The warmth of his body made me feel very cold. Despite his freezing appearance, he had warmth that I never felt on anybody else—even Kase. I hugged him tighter just to feel his heartbeats getting racy.
"..."
"In my dreams... the darkness inside of my dreams was unbearable... but I heard you calling out for me..."
I could hear his breath.
"You saved me from that darkness... the darkness that I kept having ever since I was betrayed in my dreams... I have that every night and I was really scared... but then I heard you. I ran to your direction and I found a way out... you... you saved me...in a way." I gulped down, knowing that I sounded crazy, "I know I sound totally insane but... thank you... for calling out my name."
Then I let him go, looking down to earth as I couldn't face him at all. What I did was something unintended but happened without my control. I just wanted to hug him.
"Sorry I hugged you... I know you don't like to be—"
To my surprise he hugged me this time, dropping the flashlight that he held on his hands. I gasped.
The flashlight rolled a little bit far from the two of us, so I couldn't see his face at all. The only thing that I could hear was his breathing and the only thing that I could feel was his body warmth. He was, very warm... I encouraged myself to hold him back, without really absorbing what was happening.
I trailed my arms to his back as I hugged him back, pressing the older man closer to my body. My face flushed and it was getting hotter, for the first time I was glad it was dark enough to hide everything.
None of us said anything, we just felt each other warmth and stayed there.
A few seconds that felt like forever passed.
"A-Aya..."
I called out his name. Somehow my voice seemed to send shivers down to his spine as I felt his shoulders twitched. Soon enough, he drew a little space between us without letting his hands go off my back. I didn't let him go either. His hands fell down to my hips line, I still couldn't see clearly the face in front of me.
Then, with a very slow motion, he caressed my chin as he went closer—without saying anything nor looking at me. I closed my eyes too, feeling the person in front of me becoming closer and closer.
I felt his warm breath brushed against my lips. I quivered.
He tightened his hold on my waist as he pressed his soft lips against mine. I held my breath.
Powerless as I could be, I tried to keep holding on his back but I failed. My hands fell motionlessly to the gravity of the earth and felt Aya's lips.
I couldn't understand what was the reason nor what was he thinking, but all I knew was that the lips that kissed mine was very soft, very warm, full of emotions that words couldn't describe. And that was enough.
He shifted his position, and somehow he gave a sign to me that he wanted more. I felt something hard against my hips and it didn't take a long time for me to realize that he was hardening. I blushed slightly, didn't even know why. He started to lick my lower lip, I couldn't help myself to moan softly which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth. I gasped.
"Mmph..."
His breathing was hot, mine was too. It was a lustful kiss, somehow I got this feeling that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. My head couldn't think properly, all I could think about was what he was gonna do next and how Aya would look like without any clothes. I shut my eyes closely.
Soon to my disappointment, he parted his lips—quite harshly.
"Aya—"
"Ken-kuuuun!!"
What?
Before I knew it, Omi was already approaching us with Yohji. Yohji still didn't look in the least pleased with the whole dang thing, well, it was obvious when you noticed that he was walking with a confident smile but shaking legs. I was surprised that someone came, did they see it? Oh my God... did they?? Maybe I should explain something first before Aya go crazy about killing me again, the whole goddamn world knew that Aya would choose to stand up for pride if he was to thrown out to the dead sea.
"Um... this is not like what you think..." I started doubtfully, "yeah we look like we just kissed and all but... that isn't really it!"
Well, annoying silence was what replying my dumb denial. Omi blinked, Yohji winced and Aya... wait a minute, he was supposed to still be hugging me now although we didn't kiss anymore!
"What are you talking about, Ken-kun?"
"Yeah Kenken, we don't quite get it..."
I blinked at the sight of Aya who already stood up with them and looked at me like I was an extinct mammoth. I blushed furiously. How the hell could he do that?? One second he was still here—kissing me and hugging me and erecting and stuff—and now there he was already standing with them as though he didn't even touch a single hair of me?! What the hell was he made off??
/Experience, soccer boy, experience. One can do anything within seconds if he is trained./
WHAT?! What the hell do you mean by Aya is expe—wait, how can you talk to me when you are somewhere around Alaska?!
/In case you've forgotten, I'm also in this haunted house./
That was a metaphor you idiot.
/Oh./he stopped for a while. /when you are the one talking, it's hard to tell difference on metaphors and realities./
Thank you. Shut up.
/Well that isn't so important, is it? I'm just saying that I can still connect with you if I remember your face clearly and if you are within my radius. Anyways, I really think you should talk to the beautiful stone cold in front of you./
Stay out of this okay, what do you know?! I wasn't going to get a help from a Schwarz and everybody in the world knew that! I could take care of this on my own.
/Reaaaally? Let's just say that the stone cold is totally alike with my Braddiekins. I just feel pity for you and believe me, his heart is even harder to break than diamonds that you need a special receipt to soften it up./
I said no, thank you.
/Look kiddie boy, before you knew it, he could have slipped away from you. If you are so smart, then tell me why did he kiss you like that?/
I don't... hey, did you peek on me??!
/Your lust thoughts could be heard miles away, lover boy. So why?/
M-maybe he—took me the wrong way and saw me like a friend who—
/A friend doesn't kiss like that. Face it. You love Aya, you are gay, and Aya probably—no, more to unquestionably—love you too. But his pride is higher than Mount. Everest that you have to climb it first till he would admit that./
I widened my eyes.
Aya... loved me too?
"Ken? What are you doing, silencing like that?" a familiar voice chimed in which sent electric all over to my body. I turned to them and I realize that I totally forgot I was still with my teammates. Soon I got up and told them I was okay before I dashed out from there with my face burning. I just didn't know why anymore, I could hear voices calling me to come back but I was just to embarrassed. This wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to fall for Aya.
But then why did he kiss me? Why did he reply? If he hated me, he should have ignored me for all he cared... I wouldn't have to be in a lake of questions like this.
I was going to bump on the wall in the darkness if a long slender arm caught me in. I gasped.
"Idiot! Pay attention to where you're heading! You're injured, for Christ's sake, so don't be reckless and stay with me!!"
"A-Aya! You—chased over me?"
"Idiot." He growled at me before he let go of my abdomen that he hugged and he took my hand, escorting me to the exit. My eyes softened. "Watch where you're stepping, I will leave you if you fall to another hole again." Was what he said as he dragged my hand.
I couldn't see his face, but his red hair, his slender shoulder and figure made me feel as though he cared. This was Aya. And I loved him. For better or for worse, I had fallen in love with him and no rationality was able to stop me from loving him dearly. Not even myself.
/Now that's the start./
Schuldich,
/Yeah lover boy?/
I took what I said earlier. With my clumsiness and Aya's stubbornness, I won't get any further than this. Help me out, okay?
/That's more like it./
I could feel the German's snicker all over me but this was already my final decision. I loved Aya and I will get him no matter what it might cost!!
TBC
1) Okay, blame me. When I wrote that part, I just watched Van Hellsing so it came up like that... ;;;
2) I try to imagine this scene many times and each time brings more fun candy sight than the one before
3) Can't stop myself from picturing Sanzo-sama (Gensou Maden Saiyuuki) here...