I don't own the series Weiß Kreuz. Takehito, Koyasu owns it. The story idea, however, is mine so please don't go ripping it off from me. I'll be very upset and be forced to use violent measures of the utmost extreme to exact my revenge.

Note: Italics in this story are used to denote mental thought or mental screwing around… which ever comes first snickers.

Chapter 9

Yohji heaved a loud sigh as he watched the white Porsche drive off down the road. He knew he shouldn't have chickened out as he had done, but he couldn't help but be afraid when it came to confronting the man he loved about his feelings. It wasn't as if Aya would laugh in his face about it, but he was still scared of the distant red head. Then again, he had no idea how the man would take it.

Just face it Yotan, he thought bitterly while moving away from the window to check his looks in the mirror. You're not afraid of what he'll do, but of being rejected. You never were good at telling people how you felt. Look at Asuka… that's a perfect example on not being able to tell someone and by the time, you could… you thought she was dead. He sighed as he remembered that day.

This is different, or at least has to be. He brushed a piece of lint off his tight black mid drift that he enjoyed to wear at the clubs.

He looked over at the clock, he only had two more hours before the clubs opened, and he didn't know how long the two men would be until they came back bearing their wounded comrade with them.

--OO--

He hated clubs.

Actually, he hated any type of establishment that people migrated to period. This type of attitude he had would send the few people who knew him into a state of shock if they ever found out. They had always seen him as the type of person who would enjoy a good party as long as there was enough beer and women, but that was far from the truth. He hated everyone.

It didn't matter who they were he just hated them.

His eyes glided across the room taking in as much as they could before the smoky air caused them to fill with tears and he had to blink them away.

The music playing was loud and not too annoying, it at least filtered out some of the things he was hearing. He had one problem though, he couldn't figure out the song. It sounded like it was an older techno version of a now popular song but he couldn't quite place it. He didn't really care too much for it though, new or old to him it all sounded the same and most of the time he thought of it as crap.

The same went for the eager clubbers, squeezed tightly together in the building. They were all the same, except for their races. Young men and women flocked about him, their clothes a voyeur of styles and colors, some of them more garish than the rest.

He watched them, a smirk playing on his lips; how he may hate being in clubs but he had to give the owners of these establishments some credit. The moral decadence in these places were quite possibly one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen and it was all thanks to the wonderful combination of three things… drugs, alcohol, and the sex drive of the human race. He almost purred in delight at the sight of it.

Be all of that as it may, he was beginning to feel the onslaught of a nasty headache that wouldn't go away no matter how many times he tried to massage his temples.

Another thing that never made sense to him was how people could try to talk in these places. It never worked; the most a person would get is a good yell in the ear that would compound certain migraines. The music drowns a person out no matter how loud the one who was doing the talking spoke.

"Hey, hey! Are you even listening to me?" A voice blasted into his ear, causing his small headache to go into the aforementioned migraine.

He turned his head to look at the speaker. As soon as their eyes met, he quickly looked back down at the untouched glass that was held in his two hands.

A young woman in her early twenties sat on a stool next to him. She was a nice looking woman but that was the most that could be said about her, the rest wasn't too nice.

It's probably her face that's remotely attractive, he thought to himself feeling a bit queasy. Her fashion sense needs a bit of improvement.

She had long black hair that framed her face in tight curls, while almost almond shaped eyes told him of a somewhat mixed heritage, sparkled under the multicolored lights of the club. He couldn't tell but he thought that he could just see them as a rich hazel that a person could easily get lost in if they didn't look at the rest of her body.

Her clothes would be fine… for someone else at least.

She wore a tight fit red tank top, not a subtle red, but a bright one with letters reading sexy sprawled out across it in a silvery glue glitter. The shirt would have been fine and look half way decent on her if it wasn't for the fact that combined with the low rider tight fitting blue jeans of hers, there was a bit too much stomach showing. Okay, a lot since you could see the stretch marks on her sides that indicated that she had either just recently gave birth or was just too lazy to work out after who knows how long of giving birth, or just from the fact that she had just lost weight.

"You know,' her voice once again sounded in his ear interrupting his disgusted appraisal of her. "You never told me your name."

"I believe you're right." He replied with a smile.

"What is it? My name's Ana, by the way."

"Mhm, you've told me that twice already. I'm called Schuldich."

"Wow! That's a foreign one like mine is!" She let out a happy squeal. "What does it mean?"

"Guilty." His smile grew into a smirk as he said that.

She pulled back quickly and then relaxed. A slight laugh escaped from her. "Why would anyone want to name their child that?"

"Because, my sweet, I have and will always be that."

She began to laugh harder, which he ignored. He was used to being laughed at whenever he told someone what his name meant. They always thought it was this big joke, but he was.

Soon her laughing began to grate on his nerves. Briefly, he toyed with the idea of taking her out behind the building, to show her exactly what he meant by his name being what it was.

He however suppressed his desire.

It didn't matter how much he wanted to wrap his hands around d her thin neck and squeeze the life out of her, even though the world would probably be a better place if he did. Unfortunately, he wasn't here to take pleasure in killing people. He had a reason for being here, better ones. If he didn't have them, he would have just stayed at home in the quiet solitude that he enjoyed to keep.

He watched the door. At any moment the one he was waiting for would arrive, his big catch of the day, possibly year.

Now this wasn't one of his normal small fishes that he would bait, take home for one night, and then leave them with out another word. This was one he had a small taste of and now it forever plagued him that he couldn't catch it. Tonight was the night that he was going to make sure he did, and he would do whatever it was necessary. Those old chip commercials rang true one bite was never enough.

Hours later his catch finally arrived and though he was happy to see him, he wasn't too happy about what took place while he waited.

He had been hit on so many times that he had lost count, had a drink thrown on him, by the young woman who he had to pry off him because she started to cling to him, and had developed a cramp from sitting in the same position for hours.

Suffice it to say, Schuldich was wet and pissed and thankfully that combination caused him to be avoided by the other patrons, which he didn't mind at all.

His lips parted allowing a soft breath out in a satisfaction. This man whom he had been waiting for was as always dressed to perfection as well as looked it.

Dark brown hair waved down to his shoulders in a halo of softness. Deep emerald green irises darted about taking in everything before long, slender legs moved on their own accord to a bar stool.

Schuldich didn't know if his mind was playing tricks on him, but it seemed that as soon as the man had stepped into the club, all movement within ceased and the whole room focused their attention solely on him. He even thought he saw a spotlight beam down upon the man and follow him to the bar.

Then again, Schu mused to himself. I'm probably imagining all of this because I want him so badly, but hey it's Yohji we're talking about and he is after all almost a God.

He relaxed back into his chair. Now all he had to do was decide on when he was going to make his move. He could start on it right now and work his way up to the desired out come, or he could wait until a little bit later, catch him when his defenses were down.

After a few moments of internal debating, Schuldich finally decided on waiting, after all this was his little game of cat and mouse and he'd rather stalk his prey before he pounced.

--OO--

Yohji sat at the bar, nursing his glass of beer. He had already turned down several would be suitors of both sexes. Some of them he had to forcefully pry off him, because the one simple word, no, meant nothing to them.

All the while Yohji sat there drinking, not knowing that in the shadowy recesses, Schuldich watched him, waiting for the right time to unleash his desires on him.

--OO--

Schuldich laughed quietly as he watched the brunet push away yet another unwanted consort. He had been watching the lanky young man for an hour now and was amazed at the ferocity of the human society. They lacked such courtesy towards people who wished not to be disturbed; then again, it helped him out all the more. He rather enjoyed being seen as the mythical knight in shining armor. He thought it suited his personality quite well.

Okay, so he was a bit rusty in some places and he'd lost his horse somewhere on the way there, but it's the thought that counts right?

He stood up and made his way over to the now annoyed Weiss kitten.

Laying a hand on the young man's shoulder he turned him around softly and asked, "Mind if I join you?"

Author's notes: Well, personally, I have to say that there are parts of this chapter that I didn't really like too much when I wrote it out…. Months ago… I think it was… but now that I've typed it out, I think I like it. At least a lot more than what I did before.

Schu: -grins- I get to be evil!

Not yet you don't.

Schu: -pouts- The next chapter?

-rolls eyes- Oh fine the next chapter you can be evil. Maybe. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and don't kill me for how long it took me to post this up. Review if you have any questions comments… death threats… ideas? I'm open for anything…

Schu: … EWWWWWW that's NOT something I wanted to picture!

Be QUIET YOU!