Disclaimer: Brad Crawford belonged to me!!! Hahahahaha!!! Well.. Actually none of these super sexy hot guys belong to me. Bleh!!!

Warning: Is this R??? or PG13?? Anyway... it's still yaoi

Author's note: This came out, out of nowhere when I was listening to Braija (Full Metal Alchemist choir) and Half Pain (ending song of Witch Hunter Robin) It's not beta, so all those fumbling sentences and past, present, future tense were all jumbled up. Not to mention OOC and baaad spelling. Bleh!!!

I know I have to update Borderline but Crawford refused to work with me because he caught me ogling over Asami Ryuichi from Viewfinder no Hyouteki. and consider this fic as a substitute while I try to persuade him to work on the continuation.

Death Wish

Aya Fujimiya had a wish and it was all because of the Oracle. Yes... non other than the cold bastard leader of Schwarz. Brad Crawford.

Thinking about the American make his heart twisted in pain. He had tried to forget the older man, but he just can't. He was addicted to him. His touch. His true smile that only meant for him alone. He was happy. Keyword is 'was'.

But his happiness was cut short when Crawford decides to end their relationship without any explanation whatsoever. Leaving him pondering and confused on what went wrong.

He remembered that day very well, stamped in his memory forever. He also recalled how calm he had been. Being a proud leader of Weiss who seldom show any emotion on his stoic face, Aya had said he understood and walk away from the older man's apartment with his head held high. He didn't even spare a second glance at the American, while inside he was actually afraid, afraid that if he did turn around, he will crumble right in front of that proud man.

He had avoided Yohji, Ken and Omi that day. Answering them with his usual 'Hn' without even listening to their question and when Yohji asked if he was all right when he look paler than usual, he nodded absently at the blonde and excused himself before retreating straight to his room. It was not until he reached his room, after locking it, that he felt down to his knees on the floor and cried as hard as he could.

When he woke up in the early dawn, he was curling tightly on the floor. This is not the first time people that he cared and loved so much had decided to abandon him right after he sacrificed everything. Aya-chan had deserted him when she found out that his brother still a ruthless killer. He had explained to his sister a couple of times that it is not easy to get out from Kritiker. Aya still left him; she had decided to enroll herself in art school in France. Far away from him. Away from her sinful brother.

And now that he had lost his only pillar of his life, he felt his world crushed. Empty. Frozen. He became more withdrawn and usually preferred to spend his time alone in his room brooding.

Schwarz and Weiss never clashed in a mission anymore. Somehow, Aya was glad because he doesn't have to meet Crawford. Because if he did, he wont be able to hold his calm façade anymore and will beg for the older man to have him back. He just can't move on.

One day, he accidentally saw Crawford coming out from an expensive restaurant, a place where he always brought him for a romantic dinner together. He nearly called out for the older man when he saw a woman suddenly snaked her arm around the handsome American. Realization downed to him that would be the reason why the older man decide to dump him. He had someone else, and by the look of it Crawford was happy. He heard him laughing. He felt cold, his heart tightening, clenching his fist he quickly left the place, unable to contain the feeling of anguish overwhelming him.

That's when he decides that he had no point of living anymore. He had become suicidal. Courting with death whenever he was in the mission. But then, it seems that even death had decided to elude him, he was somehow miraculously saved and sometimes he swore that someone had prevented him from being killed.

That! Or someone up there just hated him so much.

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Crawford had been observing the redhead from afar in his lonely night since he broke off with the young man. Always make himself hidden whenever Weiss had a mission and watched the graceful but deadly moved of Abyssinian. Sometime he had to restrain himself from reaching to his ex-lover whenever he saw the young man's forlorn face. As stony as those beautiful face look, his violet eyes give it away. The pain that could never be healed and it's all because of him.

He knew about Abyssinian destructive mode, Schuldig told him about Ran's suicidal act and how the redhead will always volunteer being in the front line or strike the enemy without waiting for any back up from his team mate. Crawford had make sure that no harm would befall to the redhead by commanding Nagi and Schuldig to keep an eye on Ran whenever he is the mission and keep him safe. Most of the time he would do it himself, like one of the hidden guard was about to shoot the redhead. Crawford had gunned him down first before the guard could pull the trigger.

Schuldig once had asked him why he ended the relationship when he was actually happy. He brushed off the German saying that it is none of his business and walk off with his usual unreadable expression. The annoying telepath had shrugged and told him offhandedly that his action will result in destroying the redhead. Schuldig proved his theory is not wrong by giving him the mental image of Ran, grinning ferally at the target he was about to kill, challenging his opponent to shoot him before he sliced him. Luckily, Schuldig was there, he had killed the man with his mental blast without Abyssinian knowledge. The redhead had cursed loudly to no one in particular. Schuldig shook his head, Abyssinian was pouting because he didn't get to be killed.

Crawford merely glared at the telepath as he walked off.

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Ran stood as his usual place in the briefing room and let Manx do all the talking about briefed Weiss latest mission. They were supposed to assassinate the most wanted man by Interpol for human trade, trading young males for prostitution. They were instructed to kill the man in his 'all-boys' party tonight.

Once Manx leave the room, Weiss gathered around trying to decide who will volunteered to be the 'helpless' victim of male prostitution. There's no other way, Manx had said, if Weiss wanted to accomplish this mission, one of them had to the extent of having sex with their target and she had left them to decide among themselves. Surprisingly, especially to his teammate, Aya volunteered. He couldn't care less in letting his body being used as long as the mission success.

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Crawford was infuriated; Schuldig had never seen the calm and collected Oracle like this before. With a clipped tone he had instructed the telepath to get ready for a party. Someone has to be killed tonight. Schuldig knew why Crawford had turned suddenly hostile. He had snooped into one of the Weiss kitten mind and found out about tonight's mission. Crawford merely smirked when he told him about the mission but Oracle expression changed when he told about what his ex-kitten had planned to do. Anger clearly shown in his mocha brown eyes and with a thought that somehow he had failed to shield from the telepath. 'No one will touch Ran except him'.

Schuldig was curious. Why would Crawford be so overly protective when he is the one doing the dumping? He could see no reason about it. Crawford was definitely hiding something from him. One way or another he will force the older man to spat it out. At this moment, he would let the matter go for now, someone needed to be slapped out of his silliness.

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Aya was lying naked in the room with his target with a smile playing on his rosy lips.

"I didn't remember having such a beauty in my possession. How could I overlook you?" the man known as Kano Kigai said as he gazed lustfully at the redhead.

"May be you had too many that you failed t o notice me." Aya answered, biting his lower lips playfully and the man who was now hovering on top of him.

"With your beauty? I doubt so. But nevertheless...." Kigai grinned while taking off all his clothes. "So pretty." He murmured as he bent down, beginning to lick the redhead's nipple with his tongue.

Aya did not turn his face away; instead he moaned and began to excite the other man more with his hands, using his soft fingers trailing on the man's spine. The man could not hold his lust any longer and latched his lips at the nape of the redhead's neck and parted the legs.

Aya was ready to strike once the man entered him, his katana was hidden under the huge mattress, he was just about to reach for his sword when the suddenly the light went out. Second later he heard a shot, and then the man heavy body slumped on top of him.

Aya pushed the man away and cursed at whoever that had spoiled his plan when his wrist was seized by a strong grip. Then the light was back on and his eyes were suddenly locked by an angry gaze of mocha brown eyes.

"Brad???" He gasped.

His shock upon seeing his ex-lover didn't last long, anger suddenly hit him. How dare Crawford interfered in his mission. Wrenching his wrist away, he turned to retrieve his katana. Without warning, he began to strike the American. The American aim his gun at Ayaas a warning that if the redhead moved further he will not hesitate to shoot him.

Aya was still charging until the nozzle was aimed right on his temple. Dropping his katana, Crawford's eyes widened slightly as the redhead gripped his hand that was holding the gun and forced his finger to pull the trigger. He had not foreseen this and he gasped.

That was the decision that Aya had made, if he was to be killed, he rather died in Brad's hand, he knew he could not beat Crawford's gift but the American could not always foresee things especially when it was done spontaneously. He gave Crawford his last smile. A genuine but sad one before everything turned dark.

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Eheh Should this be the end? grin