With all due respect, to Takehito, Koyasu, I have the distinct regret to inform you that I, CherubKatan… Own no rights to the series, Weiß Kreuz. Those belong to the afore mentioned, even though I wish I did, but I will say this idea and this story are mine and mine alone… so if any of you take it… I'm kicking your ass *smiles sweetly*

Note: Italics within this story are thoughts… mind games…anything having to go along in that direction with the mind.

Chapter 7

Aya sat next to the small hospital bed that their fallen teammate lay in. White bandages seemed to be wrapped all over the young man's body. In the places, where no gauze lay the color of pale bronze brought a startling contrast to the pure whiteness of the wrappings. No blood could be seen seeping through it either, which meant that the doctors had done their job with the skill they had been taught.

If a person where to be looking on the outside in, they would have been of the belief that the man lying in the bed was either very close to death or had just crossed death's thresh hold. Aya knew better though, because he was in the room. He could hear the steady beeping of the heart monitor, could hear the slow and regular inhalation and exhalation that came about when one was in a deep state of sleep. Then again, he was in the room after all, to hear those things. This brought about a kind of assurance, to the red head, that the pale man lying next to him would be all right.

Therefore, he just sat there, watching over the brunette, thinking. Thinking, over what had happened within the last twenty-four hours. His face betrayed none of the shock that he felt. He had trained himself to well by this point in time to not let one ounce of emotion slip through the mask he created. However, there were times, when that masked slipped. No one would be around when that happened, yet at one time someone was around.

That one person was lying in a bed unconscious. Aya shook his head. It wasn't as if he had meant to allow Ken in, but somehow it happened. One moment they were both arguing as usual over something as petty as how a flower arrangement should be done. The next Ken was laughing aloud calling them both idiots for fighting over something as petty as that, while Aya just wore a small but amused smile on his face.

That was in Aya's past now though, and at this time he had to worry about things of greater importance, problems that he had to solve. What can I do now? Aya thought to himself as he stared off into nothing.

Some of the major problems were, one… he was down a man because of the enemy's jealousy. What is he jealous over? Aya asked himself. Yohji having feelings for me, or would I even want to consider it feels? Why would Mastermind be jealous over that playboy? It's not as if he'd only use me just for a one-night stand, as he does with most women. I'd say that German freak could have him.

Aya sat there for a while thinking, his stony facade crumbling every once in a while as his confusion broke through. He didn't know who or what to believe. The telepath was a known enemy so why would he come to Aya to tell him that. Unless, it was part of his plan to fuck around with Weiß. Wasn't disabling Ken enough for him? On the other hand, what if he wasn't lying? What if he actually told him the truth? What if Yohji really did like him?

Aya paled at that thought, he wasn't used to the idea of having someone like him. Hell, all the girls in the flower shop confessed either their love to him or any of the other's daily, or just had plain crushes on them. It was the fact that he wasn't used to the idea of anyone, including Yohji, to like him, then again what if it was just like all the normal times when Yohji would use a woman for one night then leave. After all, this was Yohji Kudoh, playboy extraordinaire and no one uses women as fast and for such quick period, of time as he did.

Those thoughts continued to plague him as he sat there in the room. He was mildly surprised at how he was the only one out of the whole team to be in there with Ken, waiting for him to awaken. Half of the time, when someone was hurt, Ken himself or Omi where the first ones to be in the room, watching over their fallen teammate, but seeing how Ken was the one that was currently in the position of being hurt, that automatically ruled him out of the picture. That just left Omi and Yohji to be the ones who should also be in there, and the lack of Omi's presence was beginning to bother the red head.

For all Aya knew, that Schwarz telepath, Schuldich, could still be lurking around the hospital, about to pounce the youngest member of their team. Almost like what he did with Ken while they were on the mission.

Aya stood up and made his way over to the heavy wooden door that connected the room to the hallway. His black-gloved hand paused over the handle. He was debating on if he should walk outside to page the boy down to the room, since he was uneager to leave Ken's side just yet. He shrugged his shoulders. There was no point in worrying over Ken too much, seeing as he was still knocked out from all the blood he had lost earlier and from the looks of it the chances of him waking up at that moment were slim.

Just as Aya made up his mind to go in search of the blonde boy, the door sprang open and flew at him with an almost blinding speed. He jumped out of the door's way and for a brief second he was grateful for the training he had received as an assassin. Because, as it was, he was unsure of how he would have been able to hold up to anything after meeting the door face to face on such a personal level.

"Aya-kun!" the voice of the one he was about to go in search for called out to him from behind the door. A minute later, it closed and Omi was standing in the room looking at him. "Where have you been? Is Yohji-kun still with you?"

That started a rain of questions that hailed from the young man's mouth. In which Aya could only respond by nodding his head in the usual yes or no fashion. Finally, Omi came to a series of questions, which he found should be dignified with some type of verbal response.

"Aya-kun..." Omi said, his voice going down to a mere whisper. "Ken-kun… has he woke up yet?"

Aya shook his head and looked at the boy in front of him. "No, he hasn't." He moved back to Ken's side and looked at the pale soccer player. His mind once more going back to replaying the scene from earlier. It was as if the telepath had entered into the redhead's mind and had set the events to play on repeat. He turned his head to look back at Omi, "He needs to wake up soon..."

~~00~~

The halls were filled with silence as Yohji stood at the end corner that led to Ken's room.

He stayed there, unsure of what to do next. He wanted to go in there to see check, to check up on how he was doing, maybe even apologize to the injured young man, but his conscious kept throwing doubts in his way as well as a growing fear against what Aya would do to him if he stepped foot into the room. When everything had happened Aya's face was nothing. A cold mask that he had slipped into upon seeing Yohji, so the brunette didn't know if the crimson haired man would revile him for what he felt for him, or would it be just utter contempt at screwing up a mission and causing someone that Yohji had caused the injury of.

He let out a sigh and turned from watching the door to the room. It was bad enough that when Ken woke up the playboy would face his wraith, but now since that stupid member of Schwartz show up and decided to mess with Aya. Now he was going to have to face what ever it was, Aya was going to do to him. He gave a slight shudder. In a way, that prospect really frightened him, because there was no telling on what the red head would do. He could even want to kill him for having feelings like that.

Yohji reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the ever-ready pack of cigarettes that he constantly kept just in his reach. This was a time that he needed one bad. He was too emotionally out of it, especially when he would think of Aya coming after him with his katana screaming out ,"Shine!" as he would whenever he met up with Takatori. He walked to one of the exits of the hospital, and put the cigarette into his mouth. The best way for him to relax was a touch of nicotine, or so his mind told him as he stepped outside.

He moved out of the sterile ness of the hospital to the now lighting up outside world. He lit his cigarette up and gazed around. The sky was just turning from the dull blue-gray of dawn to the brilliant red-orange, pink and purple hues that was the normal marking to the sun rising in the sky. It brought with it not just light, but for some people new hopes and promises of a great day. To Yohji that was just a bunch of bull.

He lit the cigarette and just watched the morning form. Too beat emotionally or physically to care if people came out to stare at him, or if any of his teammates came outside in search of him.

~~00~~

Schuldich stood out in the distance watching over the brown haired assassin. He had told Weiß that it was time for him to go… but since when was the telepath not up for a lie. His blood boiled in anger at the way HIS Yohji had attacked him in defense of the cold bastard Aya. The man would never love a man like him, so he didn't understand why the little Balinese kitten devoted all his attention and emotion on that man. It was an utter waste of time.

Schuldich sighed. Well there went that plan down the drain… or did it? Oh, well there are plenty of other ways to catch a kitten and I don't have to use a mouse. He thought to himself before casting one last glance in his obsession's direction and stalking off to his headquarters where the rest of his team awaited for him.

Author's notes: *coughs and looks around* I bet this probably isn't up to par with the other chapters of this story… I will say I'm trying though… and pushing myself to write…

Schu: And I say it's about damn time you had even more of my sexiness in the story.

*rolls eyes* Ok guys you can now bring your pitch forks … ropes… and shovels out… I won't resist when you come kill me…

Schu: Can we have a barbeque afterwards?

*bops Schu on the head*…

Schu: OW! Bah! Just review the damn thing for her!