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Warning: Mild language, violence, sexual content between males, and disturbing imagery. If any of this bothers you, do not read.

Author's note: Thanks for the reviews. I hope this chapter isn't too weird. Sorry, but Aya doesn't get executed in this chapter, but don't worry he will get his soon.

Switching Sweaters:

Schuldig

All four of them were supposed to work in the flower shop. Ken looked to Omi sadly, but Omi refused to make eye contact with him. He had tried talking to Omi several times since the shower. Every time he tried to tell Omi how sorry he was Omi would just ignore him and walk away. Ken had also tried making eye contact with Youji, but Youji had been spending most of the day glaring at Aya. The only one he could make eye contact with was Aya who hadn't taken his eyes off of him since the shift had began.

Ken breathed a sigh of relief when a herd of school girls came bounding in. For once he was actually happy to see them. It broke up the awkward tension that had fallen between the silent boys. Ken actually wished he was back at club glitter because anything beat this. He had felt bad calling their manager Night up and telling him they would no longer be working for him. There was disappointment in his voice as he wished Ken the best of luck, and Ken had to admit he was disappointed as well. He had liked the attention he got when he danced. Aya was right, he was a slut. What kind of a person liked showing themselves off to a group of horny men?

Ken was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't realized it was getting close to closing time. Youji went to close the shutter when a pair of long feminine legs appeared.

"Manx!" Youji greeted her as he let her in. "My, you're looking hot this afternoon." He placed his arm around her. She immediately pushed the offending appendage away and turned on Youji.

"Give it up. Weiss, we have a mission. Abyssinian, Balinese, and Bombay I'll see you in the mission room," Manx ordered.

"What about me?" Ken questioned assuming Manx had simply forgotten him.

"You will not be participating in the missions for a while, Siberian. I will speak to you after the briefing on the mission."

"What the hell? I think I deserve an explanation now. Why am I not allowed on the missions? I'm not injured," Ken yelled, glaring at Manx.

"Ken, calm down. You will be able to go back to the missions as soon as we evaluate your mental health."

"My mental health? What the hell? I'm perfectly fine. Whose idea, is this yours, or some fat pig sitting safely in his office while we do the dirty work? Why aren't the others being evaluated?"

"We'll talk about that later, Mr. Hidaka," Manx said calmly.

"No, we'll talk about it now, bitch!" Ken shouted as he slammed his fist into the wall close to Manx.

"Ken," Omi gasped.

"Calm down Ken!" Youji said glaring at him as he protectively stood in front of Manx.

"Manx had nothing to do with this, Ken. I am responsible for you being pulled off the team." Aya stated coldly from the wall he was leaning up against.

"What?"

" After the way you acted on the last few missions I decided you were too much of a loose cannon. I'm afraid you'll hurt someone not involved, or one of us."

"I'm not a loose cannon, and like you should talk, Aya. I would hardly say you're the picture of sanity. We're all a little off are rockers; we have to be to do what we do."

"This is true, but you seem to have fallen off your rocker entirely, Ken. So you'll be getting evaluated and Kritiker will decide your fate."

"Screw you Aya. Oh, wait I guess we already did that." Ken spat as he noticed Manx's shocked expression. "Yeah, that's right, he tied me down to the bed and had his way with me. Why don't you go and observe his mental health? I'm, sure he'll be more interesting than me."

"Shut up," Omi yelled from behind him. "That's enough, Ken. Aya's right, you are a loose cannon on missions and we can't afford to let you go out anymore until you learn to control your anger." Omi began to cry covering his face with his hands.

"Ken," Youji whispered.

"See what you did. You made him cry." Aya shouted as he slapped Ken across the face.

"You're the one who makes him cry, Aya. So stop acting like you care, because I know for a fact you don't." Ken pushed Aya away and ran from the building. He hopped onto his motorcycle and drove off recklessly down the streets. He didn't care if he got in a wreck and died. By the look on all their faces they all thought he was crazy. Even Youji wouldn't look him in the eyes.

000

Ken sat on the park bench and watched the sun set. He had no where to go. He had no friends or family to go to, and he couldn't go home. Ken snorted in disgust, since when had he started to think of the apartment they shared as home. Those people weren't his family; they didn't care for him; they all feared him. In their eyes he was a monster, a killer who couldn't be controlled. He wasn't like them. They killed for the people they had loved and lost, but he killed for the joy it brought him. Every time he killed he felt like a weight was being lifted from his shoulders.

My what a twisted little kitten you are. A nasal sounding voice spoke in his mind. Great, now he was hearing voices. I must be crazy, Ken thought as he jumped. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it. Schuldig, the voice sounded like the telepath from Schwarz. Ken shivered as he looked around the park for any signs of the tall red head.

"Behind you," Schuldig sneered from behind him. Ken turned around to face a gun. "Hi, Ken. Nice to see you. I didn't think I would run into you. I always thought you were the most boring of the your teammates, but I see I had misjudged you.

"If you're going to kill me, just kill me. I don't feel like having you screw with my head," Ken growled.

"I would love to take you up on that offer, but I'm afraid Crawford won't let me. He seems to think he still has use for you guys."

"Then leave," Ken said shortly.

"No, I don't think I will." Schuldig said as he came around to take a seat next to Ken.

"Fine, then I'll leave." Ken got up, but Schuldig pulled him back by the arm twisting it until Ken sat back down.

"But, Ken, you have nowhere to go. Isn't that what you were thinking before I joined you?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I've already had fun messing with Aya, Youji, and little Omi's minds. I never noticed how much fun it is to shift through your twisted mind." Ken tried to scoot away, but Schuldig had a strong grip on him. "Why don't you just relax, it will make it easier? You know Schwarz and Weiss aren't that different."

"You guys are nothing like us." Ken spat angrily as he fought harder to get away from the sneering man. He wanted to knock his lights out.

"I wouldn't suggest that, Ken. You'll only lose if you start a fight. Now, back to the parallels of out teams." Schuldig leaned into Ken turning his head forcefully towards him. "We each have our leaders Crawford and Aya who happen to have sticks up their asses. We also have the smart adorable wiz kids, Nagi and Omi. Then the two that ooze sex appeal Youji and I."

"That's debatable." Ken said trying to turn his head away from Schuldig.

"Last we have our resident psychos of the groups you and Farfarello. You're both spontaneous and controlled by your hate."

"Shut up. You could make a case for any of us being psychotic," Ken muttered, tears were flowing from his eyes. Schuldig was right he was no better then Farfarello. Was he truly that far gone?

"Don't worry, Ken. I'll bring you back down to earth. Schuldig whispered as he pulled Ken's head closer to his until their foreheads were touching. He began to see flashes of his childhood to his previous encounters with Aya, Youji, and Omi. He could hear Schuldig laughing in his mind as he saw his life flashing in front of him. My, you boys have issues, Schuldig sneered in his mind.

"You know I could show you a much better time then our dear Aya did." Schuldig said as he felt his way through Ken's mind.

"Never," Ken panted as he tried to pull away, but he couldn't Schuldig was in his head; there was no where to run.

"I suggest you let him go now!" Aya's angry voice rang out in the dark. Ken raised his eyes to see Aya standing with his katana pointing at Schuldig's chest. Schuldig immediately released Ken's mind as he pulled away smirking at Aya.

"Come here to save your little toy, Aya?" Schuldig laughed.

"I'm going to kill you for messing with him," Aya howled.

"Go ahead and try, but I think you're a bit late for that." Bullets rang out from across the empty park as Aya grabbed Ken and ducked down. Crawford appeared pointing his gun at he two boys on the ground.

"Schuldig, it's time to leave. I will deal with you later; get in the car, now!" Crawford said coldly as he pushed his glasses up.

"Aww, but it was just getting fun," Schuldig whined.

"Now!" Crawford said as he turned to leave. "You can play with them later." Both men left. Ken waited for Aya to chase after them wielding his katana in the air. But instead Aya began inspecting him for injuries.

"Are you hurt?" Aya asked as he ran his hand over his body looking for any cuts or bruises.

"No." Ken swatted Aya's hand away in irritation. "How did you know I was here?"

"The tracking device that was still on your bike from the last mission. When I noticed Schuldig was with you I pulled my katana out of the trunk." Ken rolled his eyes only Aya would carry his weapon everywhere he went. The guy was so paranoid.

"Omi was worried," Aya said quietly. "And so were the rest of us."

"Well, don't worry I didn't kill anyone," Ken spat.

"No, we were worried you would do something stupid, like run away on us."

"Sure," Ken snorted. "I bet you were just sick with worry."

"Whatever, just get in my car. You're lucky you're still alive tonight."

"No, I'll drive myself home.

"No, you'll get in my car. We'll pick up your motorcycle tomorrow."

"You don't own me, Aya. I'll drive myself home."

"No, You'll get in the car." Aya's voice raised slightly and his normally blank face tightened in anger. "You could have been seriously hurt by Schuldig tonight. Just think about what would of happened if I hadn't showed up and saved your sorry ass."

"I don't need you to save me. I hate myself and my life." Ken cried turning his head so Aya couldn't see the pain in his eyes. Aya didn't comment on his confession.

"Get in the car." Aya said coldly as he grabbed Ken's arm.

Ken sat quietly in the car as Aya fished his cell phone out.

"Hello, Omi, I found him. We'll be home shortly, ok. We'll see you soon." Aya said softly and then turned off his cell phone and turned towards Ken. Ken immediately turned his head to the window not wanting to face Aya.

"Look at me," Aya breathed into his ear.

"No."

"Ken, look at me." Aya said in a slightly less harsh tome. Ken still refused. "Just start the car," Ken huffed. He hated Aya. After all this night was his fault.

"Listen, Ken, the only reason I told them to evaluate you was because I care about my team. Lately you've been acting weird on the missions, and I know you can't deny it." Ken looked down rubbing his hand on his pants. What Aya was saying was right. He was nothing to the team, but a risk as he was now.

"Schuldig got into my head tonight. He knows me now. He said I was no different then Farfarello." Ken shook bringing his hands to his face, and let out an animal cry. All of a sudden he was embraced by two strong arms. He snuggled into them not caring that they were Aya's.

"You're nothing like him. He was just messing with you just like he did with the rest of us. You know he even tried comparing me to Crawford once," Aya snorted. Ken cried harder as he began shaking more.

"Aya, you are like him." Ken sniffed as Aya glared down at him with distaste.

"I am not like that guy. He is such a prick."

"As I said you are like him." Ken laughed as he looked up at Aya through tear stained eyes. He could tell Aya was starting to get angry and that made him happy. "You're such a stick in the mud you can't even handle a joke." Ken said as he ran a hand up Aya's side to tickle him. Just once he wanted to see Aya laugh or smile.

"Stop," Aya gasped trying to hold back a laugh. Ken continued to tickle Aya until he was laughing. "Ken, I said to stop." Aya tried to angry as he laughed. Ken had to admit Aya looked cute when he was laughing.

"Not until you say uncle." Ken smirked noticing Aya's face was turning red from the lack of oxygen.

"Uncle!" Aya yelled in a fit of giggles. Ken let up and leaned back into his own seat. "You don't think I'll let you get off that easy, Ken. Pay back time." Aya said as he moved awkwardly from the driver's to he passenger's seat. He straddled Ken's lap as he began to tickle him. Ken was laughing so hard he couldn't tell him to stop. Aya's tickles soon turned into touches. His hands slid up Ken's shirt rubbing over his hard chest. Ken watched as Aya grasped his hand and moved it towards the bulge in his pants.

"You always make me, so hard Ken," Aya moaned into Ken's ear as he continued to rub Ken's hand over himself. "I want you under me again, just like the last time."

"Omi and Youji are waiting for us." Ken said as he forcefully pushed Aya off his lap. He wasn't about to have sex with Aya after the hell he had put him through. He wasn't going to be his toy again.

"Fine, have it your way." Aya said in anger as he started the car and headed for home.

TBC

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