Author- Luna P aka Nikki
Rating- R for a lemon here and there
Warning- Rape, Yaoi, lemons, assassinations, more yaoi, more lemons, blood and gore with a ton of fluff on the sides n.n
Summary- Schwartz are back, with a vengeance. A new Takatori is holding the reigns and will do anything to destroy Weiss. Will they be able to stay together and fight when everything is falling apart around them? AyaxKen YohjixOmi
Disclaimer- When Aya and Ken realise their feelings for each other and fall head over heels in love with each other I will own it. Until then, nope sorry n.n
Pairing- Aya/RanxKen is the main with hints of YohjixOmi,
WKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWK Chapter eleven- A fresh start…Normal POV
"It's done, Weiss think he is no more…what exactly are you doing Farfarello?" The Irishman chuckled and glanced back at his partner as he brought the bloodied knife to his lips and licked the crimson fluid away from the metal with a quick lap of the tongue.
"Drawing," was the soft simple reply the elder received as he closed the cell door and walked over to where his companion was crouched. The man who was once upon a time named Hidaka Ken was lying before the white haired man, eyes glazed over as he had yet to become someone or anyone other than who he had previously been. The German tilted his head to the left and stared at the boy lying infront of his lover, his muscular chest covered in his own blood.
"I have to download a new memory soon or else his brain will shut down completely and he will be nothing but a doll sat on a shelf for us to stare at. I don't wish for that to happen and I know that you don't want it to either," Schuldig whispered as he wrapped his arms around Farfarello's waist and nipped at the younger's ear lobe.
"Hm, no, I want a puppet, one that responds. What did you do with Weiss Schuldig?" The red head chuckled and kissed the other males jaw line,
"We planted the explosives in that building little but a day ago, rigged it so that the countdown would start when the door to the room in the exact centre of the building was opened. I just waited until that happened and showed them what they believed was possible to have happened, but what only did in their heads remind me to thank Yuuki for creating that drug, makes everything so much easier. However Ran was annoying, wouldn't leave so I knocked him out, there was no doubt in my mind that as I left theirs they harboured even the slightest of doubts that Hidaka Ken still lived." Schuldig explained and removed his arms from Farfarello's waist, lighting a cigarette and placing it to his lips. The white haired man smirked and leant over, licking at one of the bloodied wounds on the boy's chest.
"Hm, he doesn't, this beauty has no memories of his past, no name, no birthday, no family. He is perfect, a doll who can be broken and then remade, one that walks and talks and feels pain and love, lust, all kinds of desire and he's ours. He needs memories, a past, a name, a birthday all the things that at present he doesn't have and we are the only ones that can give that to him." Farfarello whispered as he removed the cross necklace from the others neck and placed it in his pocket. "I'll return it to him when he becomes who he was destined to be…"
"How philosophical Farfie, what memories should I give him?" The Irishman leant into his lover and stole a quick kiss before running a hand lazily through the red hair.
"Ones of us, ones that will make him trust us, Weiss did not deserve him, Yuuki does not deserve him and I for one will not let him have him nor will I return him to Weiss, I do not wish for you to give him any memories of them. Don't force him to hate them because that will shatter him as being forced into hating shattered me, we will introduce him to them and let him see for himself that they are our enemies and therefore his enemies."
"Yes, so what shall we be to him? Lovers? Friends?"
"Both, let us care for him as both friends and lovers, I want him to be my pretty little doll. Give him memories that range from the three of us playing in the park as children to us killing along side him and saving his life on countless occasions. He must be comfortable with us, or he will see through the false images. I know you can't completely erase his past, all you can do is hide it we need to make him feel secure or else cracks will form within his mind and the barriers holding the past back will break. I want to love him and for him to love us," Schuldig smirked and lightly kissed the back of his koi's neck.
"You understand my powers so well, it needs to be done now, I will give him memories so that he knows why he is covered in his own blood, he will think it as nothing out of the ordinary when I am through with him. I will allow you to name him, Farfarello, after all he is my gift to you, that toy I promised you so long ago." The Irishman's eyes lit up as if he were a child preparing to open his presents on Christmas day. He chuckled and pounced on the elder kissing him hungrily and thankfully, Schuldig smirked into the kiss and kissed his lover back.
"Kamui, I want to name him Kamui," he whispered when he pulled away and smirked victoriously, when Schuldig asked him about the smirk he replied with a soft kind of sing-song voice. "Because I took one so light and innocent from Him, He will now be crying tears of blood and seeing a world gone entirely scarlet. He and Fujimiya Ran are living the same pain, because we stole what once belonged to them the heart of Hidaka Ken…Kamui…"
"Kamui? What does it mean?" Schuldig asked inquisitively Farfarello smirked and leant forward whispering the answer softly into his lover's ear.
"The one whose power rivals that of God himself, the one who has the power to save the world or bring about its destruction." Schuldig smiled and then turned his attention to the boy lying before them, the once Hidaka Ken. After an hour maybe more ocean eyes opened with a new and different look on the world. The brunette sat up, a smile tugging at the left side of his lips, the lopsided smile made the young man look all the more innocent and desirable. He chuckled when he saw the two Schwartz members looking at him and stared down at his chest, swiping some blood off of his torso and onto his finger before sucking the crimson substance away suggestively.
"What have you been up to Farfarello?" The chocolate haired boy asked, "um, my head…what happened?"
"You became reckless on the last mission my dear, got hit over the head, lucky we were there or else you'd be dead. I fear you have a slight touch of amnesia kitten, you were asleep for almost a whole week, we thought you might slip into a coma, so we had to go to extreme measures to try and wake you up." Schuldig explained softly as he entered Kamui's mind, their was no doubt in Ken's head that he was anyone but Kamui, he no longer knew of Siberian or Hidaka Ken or Weiss for that matter.
"By cutting open my chest?"
"Hm, by drawing, can you remember the mission?" The brunette shook his head and locked his gaze with Farfarello's. "What is the last thing you remember?"
"Leaving Rosenkreuz, as Schwartz," Farfarello's hand stroked the soft skin on the ocean-eyed male's face, a smile creeping over scared lips. Everything had gone just as they had planned, Weiss had no idea what was in store for them, how could they? They thought that Ken was dead and perhaps he was…
Ran's POVI didn't know what to do anymore; I felt strange, overwhelmed with unrelenting guilt and sadness that I thought would never fade. How could it? I had just lost the man I loved and I'd lost him before he'd even known how much I truly cared for him. Koneko had remained closed all day since we had returned last night with the news, I believed it was a mark of respect, at least I think that was what Aya-chan had been saying. Truth was I hadn't been listening to her, his voice was in my head, his voice was the only thing in my head, he was the only thing in my head.
And he was the only thing that remained in my heart, I don't think I could even try to explain to anyone how much pain I felt. It was like, nothing, I felt numb, my heart felt numb and yet like lead at exactly the same time. I had cried for him though, I'd allowed myself that, I'd cried until there were no tears left with which to weep for him, something I hadn't done in years. Yet he deserved that much; I stared with pained eyes at the ceiling of my room. It was cold and isolated in here, no warmth, no love. Somehow I made my way into his; it was better and yet worse in there.
It was warm, loving, comforting, lived in by a man that had always seemed so happy and caring, but now he was gone. I think the room knew that somehow, it had a different air to it. I couldn't explain it; it just seemed to reflect what I was feeling, unbelievable anguish. I wanted him back; I refused to let him go, I missed the hope that I used to cling to, the lies I had told myself just so that I could sleep. What lies would I tell myself now?
I closed the door to his room and walked over to the bed, collapsing onto it and burying my face into the pillow, trying to find his scent, the scent that had captivated me for so long. It was there, it was everywhere, it seemed to wrap itself around me and incase me. Reminding me of him, his laugh, his beauty, the way he moved, everything.
There was a picture on his nightstand, himself and the kid's soccer team, one of the boys was sat on his shoulder giggling and laughing and holding a trophy that said 'First place.'
Another tear slipped from my eye and it dawned on me that I had never been in his room before. There was a box just barely visible tucked away underneath the bed; I just needed to be close to him now, close to something that was his, memories of him. I stood from the bed and bent down to the box, grabbing hold of it and sitting it down infront of me. I removed the lid, and stared down at the small pink bunny rabbit that was hidden within, a red bow tie around its neck, button eyes staring up at me happily. I would have said that I was surprised to see something like this in Ken's room but I wasn't, Ken was still a child at heart…
I captured the rabbit in my hands and sat it down on the bed, there were pictures in the bottom of the box, photo's that hadn't seen the light of day in years. I grabbed hold of one and stared at it, Ken was in the middle, he looked about eight, a beautiful chibi that had turned into a breath taking man. I could tell by the resemblance in the people around him that they were his family, a woman stood behind him, a man off to the side, his parents. A little girl was sat in his lap as he sat on the grass and played with the rabbit that was now staring at me. A smile on his lips, a smile only Hidaka Ken possessed, a smile that's shine rivalled that of a full moon or a star shimmering in the midnight blue sky.
I let the picture fall back into the box and reached for another one, I'd say it was taken about a year or so before the last one had been. On his birthday, there were balloons and banners that read 'Happy sixth Birthday Ken!' all around, he was sat on the floor the little girl that had to be his younger sister was handing him a box wrapped in pink wrapping paper. There was another picture on the back of that one, of the pink wrapping paper crumpled infront of him, the box long forgotten, him showing the rabbit to the camera happily as he hugged his little sister with one arm.
What had happened to them? I used to think that I knew a lot about Ken but I realised now, that I didn't. Ken never much spoke of his family…and I had never asked. I wish I had now, wish I had taken an interest in him and his life before us, I was having to puzzle it all out for myself now. As if on cue a newspaper clipping was blown out of the box and into my lap, I lifted it up with shaking fingers. 'Family found murdered in their own home, son the lone survivor' my heart stopped, the little girl, Ken's sister, his mother and father were in the picture, blood all around them, limbs hacked off. Eyes open and lips wide as if they were trying to scream out yet no sound escaped.
I had never known, how was I to? Why hadn't he said? Why hadn't he opened up to me? I slowly unfolded the paper; there was another picture at the bottom of the page, of Ken hugging his plush rabbit as if his life depended on it. Tears streamed from his eyes, a police officer was stood next to him, a women, holding his hand as he chewed on the ear of the plushie searching for comfort that couldn't be provided.
I froze as I read the caption…he had been through so much and yet had never mentioned any of it. He'd kept it inside…why? Did he think we hadn't cared? He couldn't have been any further from the truth…
'Boy aged twelve, Hidaka Ken, was found the lone survivor in his family's massacre today. It was later determined that the child had been raped and then forced to watch his families murders. Forensic evidence suggests that the man responsible for these acts was no other than Ken's soccer coach, Asakura Sorata who was also a friend of the families.'
"Ken…" I felt awful now, he had kept these secrets hidden because he knew that we had our own to deal with and hadn't wanted to be a burden. Yet we had freely burdened him with ours and he had never complained about helping us out. No wonder he had always found it so hard to trust, twelve, he had been twelve, just a child. I wanted to hold him so much but I couldn't because he was dead, I could never comfort him or tell him I was sorry. He had been broken so many times and I had been the last to break him…before…
Upon closer inspection the toy looked as though it held so many secrets…I reached forward and gently pulled it into my arms.
"You were all he had…the only thing that could never betray him…because you don't hold the ability to betray, you couldn't hurt him you couldn't help him, you could only comfort him and keep his secrets for him. Damn it, I'm sorry Ken I should have… I don't know…got to know you better…my sister was in a coma but yours was dead. I should have thought…" The rabbit looked at me, black eyes staring at me, it, unlike the room didn't seem sad. I know that sounded stupid it was a kid's toy, it had been designed to look happy for Gods sake but nevertheless it seemed to know something I didn't.
Stupid really it was a plushie, an inanimate object, what could it possibly know?
I had let him suffer in silence for all this time…Hidaka Ken…my Ken…mine…no… he wasn't mine, not anymore…not ever again. Not until I met him in whatever awaited us after we had played out our roles in this life, not unless he was waiting for me there. The humming of the motorcycle outside on the street made my heart sink just a little further, before last night…that could have been him. Two promises I had broken, I will kill Schwartz before I myself die and that is a promise that I will not break, no matter what.
It was only then that I noticed that ever since I had walked into the room there had been a soft ticking in the background. A clock? I saw a digital one on the nightstand next to the photo of his team. But other than that there were no other clocks in the room. My eyes scanned the surfaces and desks in the room to find a metronome in the corner of the room, ticking from left to right then back to the left keeping a perfect beat. I smiled weakly, I knew that Ken loved music, I knew that he could play the piano, I didn't know who had taught him or when he had learnt but I at least knew as much as I did. It wasn't enough but it would have to do.
'I love you' why had it always been so hard for me to say I love you back? I had loved him so much, still did, I always would. I would never move on from him, never get married or have children because he was what I had always wanted and no one else would do… I jumped at the sound of the door opening and saw Yohji and Omi stood in the doorway. Tears streaking their faces.
"I'm so sorry Ran…I had to…it was what he wanted…I had to honour his last wish as he would have honoured mine." Yohji's words were full or sorrow and regret; I wanted to hit him. Punch him and keep at it until I felt better because if Ken was going down I wanted to go with him and they had taken me away from him so that I could continue with this pain.
"I understand," no emotion, truth was, I didn't, fair enough he'd honoured his friends last wish but he had not even asked me what I had wanted.
"Manx and Birman are here…they say that they're…" Omi began but I cut him off
"I don't care, I told them that Schwartz would do something like this and they didn't listen…please…leave me alone…I want to be alone…" They didn't say anything else just left the room in silence. Perhaps understanding perhaps not, like I cared, the only signal that they had left was the click of the door being shut. I just stared down at the rabbit as it stared back at me, what was its name? For some reason that seemed important to me. At the moment though anything that held a link to Ken was important to me I think that was the way it always would be.
I flicked through the items in the box again and found a card, a birthday card, to Ken from his sister. For his seventh birthday this time 'Happy Birthday Kenny, I'm sorry that I didn't get you a present this year but Kumagoro cost soo much that it'll have to be your birthday and Christmas presents from me for the next year or so. Just kiddin you'll get your present at the soccer field after the game, see ya there bro…'
"Kumagoro, so that's your name, you held his secrets, please…hold mine…" I whispered to the soft pink toy and pulled it close to my chest… "I loved him so much but I was afraid of being rejected by him… I never even considered how he felt…it's my fault, it's all my fault…" the truth the words I spoke then were the truth. They were everything I had wanted to tell Ken but it was too late now and all I had to open up to now was this stupid rabbit…what had gone wrong? Why had all of this happened? Why couldn't I have, for once in my life, been allowed to be happy?
Then silence, the only sound the ticking of the metronome, it was as if the thing was counting out every second of my pain, every excruciating beat of my heart… I missed him, I don't think I had ever missed anyone more. He was the first person I had loved as a lover and he was the last…
WKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKUh…yeah I haven't read the mangas or seen the Ova's so don't start screaming that this isn't how Ken's family died or they're not dead or he doesn't have a sister. There is a point to all of this, I know it's a little odd but you'll just have to stick with it for the moment. Again it's a chapter to go from one major thing to the next, sorry about that, next chapter Ran starts to doubt Ken's death after a mission involving Yuuki reveals something he thought could never be…hope to see ya there n.n
KUMAGORO is soo cute that I had to put him in here somewhere, (makes her Kumagoro wave at the computer screen) oh and I do not own the rights to Kumagoro, just the plushie I brought n.n
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