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 fifteen- Guilty… Ran's POVIt was annoying to say the least, here in my hands lay the answers to over half of the questions I had asked myself about Ken and yet they had been delivered to me by a boy who I considered to be my enemy. Could I trust the information written on the pages inside? I know I was being stupid, I was sat in his room, on his bed, staring at the folder wondering what to do now. Should I open it and read answers that might not be true or run the risk of never knowing what I wanted to? Being Fujimiya Ran and overly curious I opened the file.
It was at that second a thought entered my mind, 'curiosity killed the cat' that was what Schwartz had once said was this a trap? Was Schuldig lurking within the depths of my mind, just waiting to witness the moment when I opened the file? Was that when something would happen? When one of us would be attacked? No, I couldn't think like that, and I also didn't think that it was true. It might sound strange but I trusted Nagi's intentions with this were true. After all he didn't seem like the kind of person who wanted to screw with people's lives for nothing more than fun. He'd just chosen to bat for the wrong team was all…sad but true…
I lifted the papers from the folder and slowly began to skim the pages, a basic police report. A description of the scene and what had happened. Basically the cop was explaining how they had been called out in the middle of a night to a crime scene, apparently a neighbour had heard screams and had called them out. The cop and gone with his partner to the location expecting it to have just been a family tiff gotten out of control but…
'The minute I entered the house I knew that something wasn't right Arashi was just behind me hand on her holstered gun. The hallway was dark and I quickly found my torch, using it to the light the way, the first room I came upon was the kitchen. I told Arashi to take the room opposite but she insisted that we stick together, feminine intuition, she too felt that something wasn't right. We stepped into the room together and flipped the light switch, there were pots and pans on the stove and food out on the table. The lingering smell of food hung gently in the air as if they had started cooking something but never finished. I called out, stating that we were there, saying that we were members of the police department and for anyone within the house to reply. No answer came,
Arashi grabbed my arm before I could call out again, putting her finger to her mouth and indicating for me to be silent. I raised an eyebrow but did as I was being instructed; she mouthed a question softly 'do you hear that?' I shook my head and she quietly told me to listen. I did so and that was when I heard it, the soft whimpering and sobs coming from the hallway. We walked back into the hallway and found nothing. Still the sobbing continued but we soon discovered that it had been coming from the door just further down from the one to the kitchen and on the other side of the corridor.
We slowly made our way towards the room, the door was a jar, Arashi went to go in before me, but I put my arm out to stop him signalling that I would go in first to check everything out before she was to enter. She nodded and stepped back, taking out her gun and holding it infront of her, just in case she needed to cover my back. I stated that we were there once again calling out 'POLICE DON'T MOVE!' As I kicked the door open and pointed my gun into the darkness a loud scream was issued from within the room, a plea of 'don't hurt me…' I stated that we were not there to hurt anyone and that the person should not make any sudden moves.
I asked if they were alone, they said that they didn't know. I then proceeded to ask if anyone else was in the room with them. There was a chilling silence after I had asked that question and after five minutes of not receiving an answer I found the light switch next to the door, and gasped at the sight that befell me. Arashi noticed my concern and stepped into the room behind me, she swallowed a scream, remembering her training and to be professional. There was a young boy crouched on the floor, naked and trembling, hugging a small stuffed rabbit and crying into its head. There was a small puddle of blood surrounding the boy. But that was nothing compared to the rest of the room…'
I dropped the report onto the floor and ran my hand through my hair, I felt sick and completely horrified at what I had just read. It was like a nightmare peeling away at reality and sealing itself into a sheet of paper. I was praying, begging, pleading to any God that would listen that all of that hadn't been true. Another report lay infront of me now, the other having been dropped onto the floor by me seconds ago, the name atop the page read Murakami Arashi…
'The minute my partner Naoto switched on the lights I knew that something was not right. He froze and a gasp escaped his lips, this was strange for him because no matter what he was usually so composed on cases and I found that nothing really shocked him anymore. However, he was practically glued to the spot on which he was stood. I asked him if he was ok but no reply was ever given, he was in another world, I sighed and stepped forward, pushing past him slightly. When I entered the room it took everything I had to keep myself from throwing up.
In the corner of the small family room lay a women, dressed in a dark blue business suit her eyes stared over at me lifelessly, a bloody gash across her neck told me that she was dead. Blood stained the floor around her and the suit that she wore, infact there was blood just about everywhere, so much of it, there was a man beside her. He looked about the same age most likely her husband. There was a large wound on the side of his head where he had obviously been hit with something causing a blunt force trauma that had fractured the skull and most likely killed him on impact or very soon afterwards, there was also a stab wound to his chest.
Opposite the two adults lay a small child, a female child, lying face down in a pool of blood that was probably a mixture of her own and everyone else's in the room. A dagger lay imbedded in her back blood staining the pretty white dress that she had been wearing. I fought back the almost overwhelming urge to vomit and heard the crackle of a radio. Naoto had snapped back into reality and had pressed the button on the small radio on his shoulder.
"I'm calling to report a homicide, we have three victims dead and one alive, requesting backup. The attacker appears to have left the scene, we are in a small town just outside of…"
His voice faded out as I registered that there was a small boy crouched in the corner, he was wearing no clothes and was sat in a puddle of blood, isolated from everyone else. Tears streamed down his face as he wept into the stuffed rabbit in his grasp, I began to walk over to him. Avoiding the blood and the bodies, I remember telling him who I was and that I was here to help I asked him his name and began to removed my jacket. I gently placed it around his shoulders and stroked through his hair.
"I'm… Hidaka… Ken," He told me through sobs, I nodded and gave him a small smile, asking him who the rabbit was, he smirked weakly and told me that it was called 'Kumagoro' and his sister Amy had given it to him on his birthday. He then pointed to the girl lying face down and asked me if she was ok. I asked him what had happened, he went to explain but broke down into tears once again.
When the forensics and back up arrived I helped him upstairs to get changed; instinct told me that the press wouldn't be far behind. He was having difficulty walking, I knew why but I didn't want to admit to myself that I did. A doctor later confirmed that the boy had been raped and brutally beaten, there were cuts on his back, chest and abdomen that had been made by a sharp knife or a dagger. Hidaka Ken later identified the bodies to be that of his mother, Hidaka Umi, his father, Hidaka Yusuke and his younger sister Hidaka Amy.'
I took another deep breath and pushed the report aside, there was a page of crime scene photos lying infront of me now and they were things that I wished I had never seen. Wished that Ken had never seen, yes I know that we are assassins and have witnessed things like this before but these people were innocent. They were just a kind loving family, Ken's family, they hadn't deserved to die like this, and he hadn't deserved to see them die like this.
Slowly I lifted the page into the light; the first picture that caught me eye was of a woman in her late thirties or early forties. She had long chestnut brown hair that looked almost identical to Ken's, I could see that it had a slight wave to it and was long enough to fall and rest in the curve of her back nicely. Her skin was creepily pale, but that was what was expected of a corpse, and the dark red lipstick she wore contrasted with it making her seem disturbingly beautiful, like a china doll. She was wearing a midnight blue business suit that matched the colour of her eyes, those eyes, which stared up at the photographer with such fear and pain.
Blood was splattered all over the suit aswell as her face and hair; a large puddle of crimson surrounded her, the cause of death obvious on the grotesque picture. There was a large slit across her throat marring the once perfect skin with a dark bloody wound. The skin had curved up at either side due to the intensity of the slash mark. Blood red lips were open in a silent scream. My stomach clenched painfully, begging for me to stop staring at the horrendous picture lying infront of me. Yet I couldn't pull my eyes away, it was as if the picture was calling to me, trying to tell me something and I knew that I had to find out what that something was.
The second picture I saw was of a man, he looked a little older than the woman did but he was obviously still in the prime of his life, he looked young and healthy but most of all he didn't look ready to die. The man had jaw length dark brown hair that had been cut hazardously to frame his face. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt that showed off his well toned, muscular body. His eyes were a light green that looked as though they had once held so much life but now they looked like the life had been sucked out of them and thrown aside, like a broken toy. There was blood running down from his temple. The crimson liquid was dried and matted in his hair.
He looked far too much like Ken for me to even entertain the idea of staring at this abhorrent picture for too long without seeing it as him. God what had my Ken had to deal with throughout the course of his life? Had he gone to bed every night seeing them only to wake up in a cold sweat the next morning after replaying it over and over within his dreams? And why hadn't we noticed all of this sooner? Why hadn't I helped him?
The next picture on the page was of the young girl, Ken's sister Amy, her back was to the camera, dark brown hair that she has inherited from her father fell to her waist. She was wearing a pretty white dress that stopped just above her knees and had absorbed a lot of the blood causing the white to taint to a pinkish colour. The dagger had been wedged between her shoulder blades and it looked as though she had been attacked whilst she had been trying to escape.
The picture beside that one was of her facing the camera; her eyes were the same shade of ocean blue that Ken's were, soft, warm and caring even in death. Her skin was once again paler than any human beings and in this picture the only evidence that she was not just posing for some sort of photograph. Tear tracks were still visible on the milk-coloured skin and her mouth, like her mothers, was open in a scream for help that had never made it past her lips. I could see Ken in each of them and I could see the painful memory of each of their deaths locked away inside his mind and I knew that he blamed himself for not saving them. I knew it because he was Hidaka Ken and if he couldn't save someone, for whatever reason he blamed himself. I dropped the paper and picked up the next, the witness statement…Ken's…
'My soccer coach Asakura Sorata had been invited round for dinner by my parents. My team had just won a match, I had stopped the other team from scoring the goal that would have tied the game just before the buzzer and so they felt the need to celebrate. He was a friend of my parent's aswell and they wanted a chance to catch up so they'd arranged to have dinner straight after the game. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing.
Amy really didn't like the idea, she had never liked Sora and none of us could work out why. She just said that there was something about him that wasn't right that scared her. Anyway, he came round to the house and mom; dad and Amy started making dinner while we talked about the match and everything that had happened. He was always telling me how great I had played and how amazing I'd looked as played. I got really embarrassed and said that I was no better than everybody else.
He kept insisting that I was and that I was a beautiful boy, I started to get kind of scared and nervous of being alone in a room with him at this point. He kept shifting closer to me on the couch and running his hand through my hair, I wasn't sure what I was meant to do. I mean he was being nice and giving me compliments but he was doing it in a way that made me felt nervous. I told him that I was going to go and see how my family was doing in the kitchen and got up. He seemed to get really mad and grabbed hold of my wrists telling me that I was a rude brat who toyed with people and made them want me only to run away when I got too scared.
He…umm…he shoved me into the wall and kissed me, his hand slipped under my shirt and I started shouting but his mouth seemed to swallow the screams. It was at that point my mom walked in, I think she wanted to know if we wanted something to snack on but I don't know. When she saw what he was doing she screamed for my dad and ran over to him pulling him off of me. It was then that he pulled out the knife, I tried to warn her but it was too late. By the time the words had left my lips the dagger was digging into her throat and there was blood, so much blood…
Uh…then…umm my dad ran in. He must have heard the screams and come to check it out, Amy followed close behind, holding his hand and humming quietly to herself she had Kumagoro in her hand from where she had picked him up off of the kitchen table. I had left him there when we had gone for the game and she was probably bringing him back, she would always shout at me for leaving him on his own, saying that it wasn't nice, that he needed company and love. Uh… anyway, my dad saw Sora with the knife standing above my mother's body and lunged at him.
There was this huge fight and the dagger was knocked out of Sorata's hand, there was uh…uh candlestick on the table beside them. A blow to the stomach winded my dad and caused him to become immobile for a few seconds, it was then that Sora grabbed the candlestick and hit my dad over the head with it. There was a loud cracking sound and then…nothing. Sora grabbed the knife and stabbed my dad in the chest, I think he wanted to make sure that my dad was really dead. Amy started screaming and dropped Kumagoro,
I told her to run, that she needed to run or he would kill her too. She told me she wouldn't leave without me, I told her that I would be right behind her but I was too scared to move. I just wanted her to be safe and get out alive, she nodded and started to run but she didn't get very far before Sora grabbed her hair and stabbed her in the back with the dagger. She screamed a horrifying sound that I won't ever forget and then there was silence. He chuckled slightly and then walked over to me, telling me that if I was a good boy it wouldn't hurt as much and that I might even enjoy some of it.
He…um…ripped off my clothes and then undid his trousers, he… um…raped me, and used another knife he had with him to cut me whenever I screamed for help or cried for someone to come and get me. He told me to shut up of he'd kill me too. So I did, I shut up, I bit down on my lip and took all of the pain silently, because I wanted to live… did I do something wrong?'
My heart shattered, damn that man, how could he have done that to a child and his family, a picture slipped onto my lap and I brought it up to my eye level. It was a picture of Ken's back after the attack; the cuts and bruises on his skin were brutal, deep and harsh. Another picture was attached to the back of that one, a picture of Ken's chest, bloodied and bruised, tears were streaming from his eyes and in the background lay the plush toy and something else shimmering in the light. God Ken, why hadn't you said something? Why hadn't you let me in? Why hadn't I noticed?
Ken's POV
Yuuki was adorable when he slept, soft cotton pyjamas hanging from his tiny little frame; not even PJ's fit the kid. Tears were still shimmering in the corners of his closed eyes and I gently wiped away the wet streaks that were still on his cheeks from where he had broken down earlier. I was proud of getting him to eat the third of the plate that I had, after all that was probably the most he had had to eat in a long time. I still remembered his face when he had asked me to stay with him tonight, he obviously felt uncomfortable sleeping because it meant that he couldn't keep an eye on everything.
At least this way he would get a good nights sleep knowing that someone was there to look out for both Haru and himself. I sighed and gently ran my hand through his hair once again; he was such a sweet kid and didn't deserve all the shit that the world had thrown at him. He deserved to be loved and cared for; he deserved to be saved. He yelped and shifted slightly in his sleep, I smirked slightly and placed a fleeting kiss upon the top of his head as if reminding him that I was still there watching over him. Yet it did not settle him.
He began to whimper and unconsciously push away from me, words started to fall from his lips as he begged me to go away and leave him alone. I knew he wasn't talking directly to me, but the person in his dreams, this was the reason he didn't sleep wasn't it? Only an hour had gone past since he had fallen into a peaceful kind of slumber and now he was being attacked by nightmares. His face contorted painfully and his body jolted away from something that only existed in his mind but that he believed to be real.
His pyjama top slipped off of his shoulder slightly, revealing silken pale skin that reflected the soft moonlight beautifully. Only thing that faulted what would otherwise be perfection was the even paler scar that ran across his shoulder. The scar looked angry and as if it had been inflicted upon him in a painful and brutal manner that had most likely left him scared mentally aswell as physically.
"No, please don't…not again…please…" he begged softly, voice breaking off into sobs as tears poured from tightly closed eyes. I stared at him horrified, as he cried and pushed away at some haunting memory locked away within his mind. The kid had been through so much and yet no one had ever stopped to help him or ask what had happened. He had been alone for so long that the only person he could depend on was himself. The only person he trusted with his secrets was himself. "Stop… it… hurts…please…stop…"
"Shh, Yuuki it's ok, no one's going to hurt you, shh, I'm here," I whispered as I brought him into my arms and stroked through his hair once more. He hit out at me again and tried to put some distance between us, he was in hysterics now, ears pouring from closed eyes, words spilling from his mouth as he pleaded to be freed and left alone. I didn't want to wake him but I knew that he would not be well rested if he continued to have these nightmares throughout the course of the night.
"Stop it! Please! I can't! It hurts! Please stop!" I sighed and placed my hands on his shoulders shaking him gently and softly calling his name. After about a minute or so of this he jolted awake and brought his knees up to his chest, weeping into his legs.
"Yuuki?" I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his back, he quickly wrapped his arms around me and broke down into sobs asking me why over and over again. I began to run my hand through his hair, my other hand stroking his back in an attempt to calm him. "Why what Yuuki?"
"Why…me…why…didn't…she…notice…why?" I shushed him again and lightly kissed the top of his head once again I didn't want to push this matter at all but that did not sate my curiosity one bit. Still I would allow it time to breath, after about five minutes of just sitting there holding him Yuuki began to calm. He sniffled softly and loosened his grip on my waist, avoiding eye contact with me at all costs.
"Yuuki, what was all of that about?" I asked softly, there was a long and painful silence that seemed to cling to the room for what seemed like an eternity before he seemed to decide on something. He pulled away from me and stood from the bed walking over to the window and standing infront of it. "Yuuki?" I prompted, wondering if he was going to tell me everything or was hinting for me to leave.
"I hate people, don't trust them, can't trust them. Nagi has told you so much about me and my past but there are things that not even he knows, I think I want to tell you what those things are. Can I trust you to keep them a secret Kamui?" He turned to face me tears shimmering within hazel depths; I nodded and stood up walking closer to him. He stopped me with a wave of his hand and began to unbutton the pyjama top; he bit his lip and looked away from me as he allowed the material to drop from his body to the floor. I gasped, I couldn't help it, what I was seeing wasn't like anything I had seen before.
His torso was covered in angry scars, ranging in length and width, sure Farfarello had a lot of scars but the amount on Yuuki's chest put him to shame. Plus I could tell that these had not been self-inflicted like Farfie's had, someone had done this to him and on more than one occasion. And worst of all not only did he carry everyone of these scars on his body but he carried them in his mind aswell and it was those that he could never escape or free himself from.
"My…when I was younger…we went to live in England…when my mother was working or busy my…my…my…my uncle would sneak into my room and tie me to my bed. He'd take off all of my clothes and beat me, then he'd…" he choked back a sob as the memories overwhelmed him, I knew what he was going to say before the words had even left his mouth and I wanted to erase them from his vocabulary. Erase the pain he felt because of them but that was something I just couldn't do. "He'd rape me, and if I screamed, if I cried, if I went to tell anyone, he would scar me, he'd cut deeper the louder I'd scream. Then he'd leave and return to do it all over again some other time."
"My God Yuuki…" I grabbed hold of him and brought him into a loving embrace, holding him tightly and stroking through his hair. "It's ok, he can't hurt you now, no one can hurt you now, I'm here to make sure of that…" I whispered, hugging him even tighter.
"She knew…Kamui…she knew, I could see it in her eyes, my mother knew…but she didn't want to believe it. It was worth it though, once, I saved Haru from it, he's still pure even if I'm not. He's a new start," I growled and pulled away slightly staring into his eyes, he had been brainwashed into thinking that he was nothing, worthless, that he was wrong. I wanted to kill the man that had hurt him like this who had made him believe he was anything but beautiful and pure. He looked like such a child right now. It hurt me to see him so weak when he was always so strong.
"How could she ignore that, how could she let him hurt you? You were her son!" I growled again, how could a mother do that? "But it's ok now Yuuki, you don't have to carry this burden on your own anymore, I'll help you. I want to help you; I want to keep you safe and protect you, is that ok? Do you trust me to do that?" I asked softly, he nodded before breaking down into tears once again. I glared out of the window and growled protectively, no one would hurt this child again, I wouldn't allow for the world to hurt him ever again that was a promise…
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Ok I'm sorry if this sucks but there was soo much I wanted to do in such a short amount of time and I've been busy this week and didn't like the first three drafts of this so it's half three in the morning now, I have to be up in four hours so if you guys don't mind I'm going to take a little cat nap n.n
Well everything is falling into place now for the big finale so hope you all stick around and keep reading thanks you to all the reviewers out there. And thanks to the person who helped me with several of the ideas for this chapter you know who you are hun and I would say but you didn't like it before so n.n