This is a Fanfic so obviously these Characters do not belong to me. They belong to whoever owns the rights to the anime Weiss Kreuz. All YAOI implications towards the characters are works of my own and have little to no relation with the actual characters in the anime. WARNING THERE IS A SEX SCENE IN THIS ONE MALE AND FEMALE SO NOONE UNDER PG13 READ

Tribulation: 2

After what seemed as an eternity Ken had let go of Omi and proceeded to hug him still unaware of Aya watching them. It was Omi first who saw his face and the glistening streak on his cheek, left over from the tear.

"Aya-kun..."

Aya did not wait for the boy to finish and rushed back up the stairs. Youji again tried to get Aya's attention, but seeing the painful and sorrowful expression in his face knew something was dreadfully wrong. Youji pushed the girls aside and tried to catch up with Aya, but he had already taken the flower shop car and driven away. With the screaming girls around him Youji had to shout at the top of his lungs that it was closing time and like a dog herding a flock of sheep, one by one he guided them out and closed the silver grating to lock the shop. Youji then immediately rushed downstairs to the basement to see what had happened earlier. Omi was in the corner curled up crying uncontrollably as Ken paced back and forth, a sickened and angry look in his face.

"Oi Oi Oi what the hell happened"

Neither Ken nor Omi responded. Youji looked back and forth between the two, sighed, and walked towards their mini fridge to retrieve a beer. He could tell it was going to be one of those nights.

Aya sped down the street not sure of where it was going. He did not care where as long as it was not back there. Why had he run away? Why had he not just given Omi his present and left? The same picture of ken and Omi appeared in his mind for what seem like the four hundredth time. Again that sharp pain struck him as he swerved across the road trying to maintain control of the car. Aya pulled over and got out of the car. He had no idea where he was. Night had come and the only people on the streets seemed to be either rebellious teenagers who could not get mommies or daddies love, or women that had no other means for feeding their children. Aya noticed a bright sign a ways down the road and began walking in its direction. As he drew nearer the neon sign in the shape of a nude female figure flashed on and off. Aya entered the shabby bar and placed himself in a rugged old bar stool. He ordered himself a shot of Vodka and it was not his last one. After seven and eight shots he began to scan the bar scene. Finally being unable to see straight he got up and planned on returning to his car. He paid the bar tender and just as he was about to leave h heard someone whisper into his ear,

"Not leaving so soon are you sweet thing"

The girl seemed about eighteen, small face with big eyes. Blue eyes, the same eyes as Omi. Aya let himself be led to the room upstairs above the bar. As she closed the door she told him it would cost about hundred dollars for the entire show. Aya's head was spinning now as he tried to get his bearings of what he was doing. As the girl began to strip Aya sat on the bed and again the image of Ken and Omi came into his mind. He grabbed his head and pulled his hair as if to drive the images out. Again seeing the moment of pleasure on the boys face, Aya rose up; grabbed the girl and threw her on the bed. She began unbuckling his pants as he began kissing her breasts.

Youji opened his fourth beer as Ken finished telling him what had happened. Youji was not sure how to respond after hearing the tale so he casually did the only thing he could do, drink. Omi had stopped crying now, but remained curled up and silent. Ken unable to bear the site of Omi in his pitiful state again tried to bring the boy to his feet, but was stopped again by the boys muffled cries as he began weeping again. Ken stood looking down on the boy and again began pacing back and forth.

"Aya-kun...."

Ken stopped and looked straight at the boy, anger and frustration taking its toll. Ken rushed towards the boy and roughly picked him up and held him against the wall as he had done earlier that day, but this time with love and care; instead anger and jealousy.

"HE DOESN"T LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU WHY CAN"T YOU UNDERSTAND!!"

Ken kept screaming at the boy as the tears gushed uncontrollably from Omi. Youji unable to bear the site dropped his beer and rushed towards Ken tackling him towards the floor. Ken tried to push Youji off, but maybe it was because Aya was like a brother to Youji or because he had more respect for Aya then he did for Omi or Ken; Youji brought a fist straight to the side of Ken's mouth knocking him unconscious. Omi stood, his back flat to the wall, crying uncontrollably as Youji got of Ken and sat on the floor breathing hard from the rush of adrenaline that had just coursed through his body. Youji got up of the floor and was about to begin calming Omi down when the television turned itself on and a blurred figure of a man sitting in a tall arm chair came to view. Youji looked towards the ceiling and cursed. They were about to receive a mission, with Aya missing, Ken knocked out, and Omi in no stable condition to fight. If Aya did not return soon he would have to do the mission solo which usually meant suicide.

With each thrust the girl's screams could be heard through the walls. As the bed squeaked with each pass, and the glistening sweat that covered both their bodies Aya was lost in ecstasy. Even as she bit his neck trying to muffle her own screams or dug her nails into his back with each powerful push he kept on, as if she was not there; more so as if it was someone else he was making love to. Again she went rigid and then limber as she had orgasm now for the third time and he kept going uncaring of her state. She tried to push him of now, but he became rougher and more forceful. Finally Aya kissed her hard on the lips and thrusted harder and harder and with her final screams he uttered the words, Omi.

Aya, exhausted lay on top of her as she pushed him and reached for his wallet in his pants.

"You fucking faggot, I said ounce not three times. Get the fuck out of her before you get your gay as really fucked".

She took all the money he had, more then the three hundred he owed her. Aya laid on the bed unsure of what he had just done or what he was going to do. He slowly brought himself back up and got dressed. She had not checked his other pockets so he still had some money for gas and his car keys. He exited the bar and using the walls of the old buildings around him made his way towards his car. As he approached he saw the girl again and this time she was not alone. Maybe it was the blurriness in his eyes, but it seemed she had six or ten men with her, all with either baseball bats or pipes in their hands. She smiled at him and moved towards the side.

"Told you, you were going to get fucked"

To be Continued