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Warning: Spoilers, Shounen-ai, and.... OOC-ness

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/telepathic conversation/

thoughts

"talk talk"

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Locked

Chapter 2

It was a long lull at first. Violet eyes staring at the scenery before him, a car just rammed into some man not that far in front of him. The stranger's blood splattered on the pavement and his body in such a dislocated manner just lying there on the road. The driver got off his vehicle and started dialing numbers in his cellphone, calling an ambulance.

Before the assassin can actually recover from the shock there came in an echo of sirens. His eyes became unfocused; he had been easily drowned in the corners of his mind. Did he want to die like that? He had willed a while ago that a car would just ram into him and his life would end. Now that he had seen it happen... Was he having second thoughts?

/I thought you wanted to die...? Changing your mind?/ The German purred. Making him twitch in frustration, he hated the fact that the mind reader can easily just slip into his mentality. Then Aya went on walking and avoiding conversation with the telepath as much as possible.

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Schuldig waited for his opportune moment to strike. Following the other man may be fun, but then if it will last much longer he'll probably just jump down, grab him, and run away... which is actually not a very bad plan. But he needed a much better rooted strategy.

He peeped down and saw the blade wielder not far from the building he was on. Aya saw him a while ago... But then he had changed his position and probably Aya had now lost track on where the Mastermind was now hiding. He grinned at the notion of it...

It triggered the idea of attacking at that instant. He swooped down from his hiding place... now he was in the same ground level as his prey. He may have lost the advantage of his terrain but had stealth and can easily just sneak-up on him without him noticing. But there were too many eyes that could see. He had to wait now, silent and hidden yet still gazing at his beautiful victim. Now it all depends in timing.

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The former Weiss member can't help but feel even more uncomfortable as he walked on endlessly. For one thing, the German suddenly disappeared which was actually a good thing but... was it in his nature to give up so easily? Aya walked into what looked like an alley. The usual dumpster by the wall and on top of it was the fire escape. It was slightly foul smelling, some mix of dead animals and rotting vegetables. There was barely any light and the set had an eerie silence to it all.

Now he really knew he was being watched.

He stopped and looked around, scanning the area with all his senses. Then continued strolling, but then to have stopped again feeling even more fidgety every second he could run but then he was exhausted.

Shit... He hissed in his mind. He actually remembered that the sword of his was trapped in the building and the only actual weapon he had with him was a dagger. Not only that, he hasn't slept in 2 days. Perfect... First the German... And now this... He was even more sensitive now. Every stride he took, he took the deliberation that some blood-hunting freak was breathing down his neck. Awaiting him, just when his tension was gone the vampire like person would grab him and suck all the lifeblood out of him.

/I'd never do that... That's really lame of you, Ran.../ He heard the oh so familiar voice in his brain.

Shit! The redhead turned back, but then before he could even mutter a curse he had felt surge of pain surround his abdomen. And the next thing he knew he lay in a pit of darkness.

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"Are you sure he's alive?!" Persia shouted, voice sounded like it was relived and shocked. He was in his office a very big one but was somewhat dark and the only great source of light was the blinds behind him. Sitting on his chair and leaning on his desk. He had a personal computer and a picture of himself and three very special people. Wearing grayish colored business clothes, his hair neat and short and he looked very young.

A man just around his age was standing in front, a much more sophisticated composure hair covering his right eye. Wearing a suit but with tight pants, he nodded at the man on chair.

"Not 100 percent. But then there were no reports about a with red haired man in the streets that was dead or anything. He must've been saved and if he was brought into a life death situation if he flew back to Japan he must've used a different name." He paused. "What do you think?" He looked at Mamoru with a serious face, a little hint of curiosity. The older man covered his mouth with his had and leaned his elbow on the desk. Judging on how to act and when.

He had missed the redheaded partner of his. He hadn't seen him in months, he also frequently reminded of the other two. His friends, probably even brothers now, the blonde play boy, the soccer addict and of course the impassive leader of theirs, Aya. But he had no idea where all of them had gone. Dead? Alive? Starving somewhere? Maybe even married? Even with the advance technology of today he couldn't track them down anywhere. Still keeping his position but moved his eyes to gaze at his prized picture of all four of them, happy and together.

"We should look for him." He replied. And leaned back on his chair, smiling and remembering the good times of that past life, the times where there was no blood spilling. He will find him and maybe even Ken and Yohji as well. He smiled. "He's out there somewhere... And I want to see him... even just one last time."

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He awoke from a timeless slumber... At least his clothes were still on and he hadn't been stripped bare. Just the trench coat of his was missing and he made a mental note to look for it later.

It was somewhat early in the afternoon. He was under the covers of fine velvet. His fatigue had faded away and he was more relaxed and heck yeah the bed was helping a lot. As well as the relaxing air that surrounded the dimly lighted place. He hadn't laid down on such a comfortable position in the longest of time. All he had been doing lately was...

He frowned at the reminiscence of it.

He sat up and looked around the room. It was... well very rich looking and quite big. But wait a moment... Where exactly is he? The place was wonderful but... Who had the guts to actually kidnap him? He closed his eyes and started recalling... Alley... Dark... Freaky idea of blood sucking demon... Schuldig... His eyes opened at the awareness. The German... he was in the territory of an enemy.

"Thank you for welcoming me, my kitten. Although I wished you were still sleeping so I can stare at your beautiful face as you rest... but you being awake is even better." A voice was heard at the entrance of the room. The door gave a loud click as it was closed. There were only small thuds on the carpeted floor as the German took a few strides to stand in front of him. The foreigner smiled. "Miss me?"

Speak of the devil...

"Hell no." Ran replied monotonously, giving the telepath in front of him a cold stare. This tormenting thing... Since when had he become 'HIS'? Since last night? Hell, the thought of it was already making blood flow out of his ears so the answer to that would have to be... NO. The other redhead's lips curved into a frown then unexpectedly into an even wider grin than the previous one that vanished moments ago.

"Fine, kitty... Have it your way. Since you're sitting on MY bed, staying in MY room, and probably gonna live here in MY house for sometime. I guess that doesn't mean your MINE..." he paused. "But of course... I'm just going to have MY lunch here in this room. And I know... that you wouldn't like any of it since it is MINE..." He exaggerated the mine and my and made it look like such a big word. "I know you wouldn't mind." He clapped his hands thrice. Then came 3 maids dressed in the usual French maid clothing, with them were tables of food. The German had them set the meal a little far from the bed.

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Aya scornfully gazed at the German who was eating his meal with such satisfaction. He was now munching on a very well marinated chicken leg. He has several other cuisines on the table as well a lighted candle held by a gold candleholder. The past assassin on the bed can feel his mouth water slightly and his stomach call for food.

He cursed under his breath. The German looked at him and halted on his feast and smiled and went back to dining. Ran knew he knew he was starving... he just wanted some sort of... What do you call it? Apology?

"Umm... Schuldig...?" The starving redhead final broke the silence.

There was no reply. And the German just ignored him and ate on. This time on some pasta that he had twirled around his fork then devoured.

"Schuldig... I'm umm..."

Still no answer. The redhead felt his veins start popping out of several place around his head. Betting that the German already knew what he wanted to say... he just wanted to make him suffer. But then Aya's pride was against it... But... He had to pick...

Food... or... Pride...

"I'm sorry." He said in a soft voice.

Yep... he gave into the food.

"Say what?" The German said. Not really paying attention to him but at the fine strings of pasta wrapped around his fork.

"I'm sorry." Aya repeated in a moderate tone.

"About?"

Yep... that's a composure well attained and the well wasted."...That I was being mean even if you did bring me to your house and let me stay here while I was resting... And... I should be more grateful that you've treated me with such hospitality..." He looked away.

A wide beam had been painted on the telepath's face. He looked at Aya. "Would you like something to eat?" Ran gave a small nod. Schuldig refilled his plate with the Italian delicacy, stood up and walked with the platter on his hand. He sat at the side of the bed beside the other man.

Pause...

Schuldig brought the fork full of food near his guest's mouth. "Say ah..."

"Excuse me?..." Aya's eyes nearly fell off. He was thinking he'd hand the plate and allow him to have the liberty to feed himself. But can he actually expect that from him?

"You heard me, Ran-ran... Say ah..." The German said in a light tone. He brought the fork closer to Ran-ran's lips but then the blade wielder moved back trying to keep it as far away from his mouth and digestive organs as doable. Like it was some weapon that would kill him if he touches it. No way he was letting this... telepath feed him. Not to mention the fact that it was filled with the foreigner's saliva.

"Hell no." He spoke. Making sure that his lips weren't open enough for Schuldig to shove the food down his throat. The German frowned, he put the utensil down on the plate. He looked angry as well as hurt. He probably read his thoughts. Aya felt his heart sink. He looks so... sad. The katana master gave a sigh. He opened his mouth a little... Schuldig then took the prerogative to get the fork tool back and feed him. He the took it out of his mouth to see the instrument clean of pasta.

Aya then munched slowly, savoring the flavor of seafood in his mouth as well as the chewy feel of pasta. It was something he had never tasted before in his life.

"It's good isn't it?" He held out another fork full of pasta which Aya, without hesitation ate. "My acting, yes?"

Silence...

"You evil German... you tricked me into eating your CONTAMINATED food..." Ran glared, his eyes dripping with malice. The realization... that's why it seemed like something petty to actually feel sad about. Especially for this now rated VERY EVIL telepath.

"I know pouting won't work... So I tried looking really sad. Who would have known it would work." He smiled. He held out some more pasta. "Ahh?"

Stare... "That's not funny..." The redhead was even more angered.

"Oh come on, Ran-Ran! It was just a joke! A good joke, you know? The one that makes you laugh! As in, 'ha ha'!"

Silence...

"I'm sorry. But hey, you have to admit, it still tasted good even if I ate from the same plate." He put the fork closer into his mouth. "Ahh..." Schuldig motioned him to eat it. "For me, please?" he sounded like he meant it... Ran then, slowly opened his mouth. And Schuldig then continued to feed him.

Aya knew that his life may change... either for the better or the worse... In the hands of this demon... or was he really a demon?

TBC...

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