Tied

Tied






Tied

 

By: Anna
Hibiki

Rating:
NC-17, R for this chapter.

Disclaimers:
Weiss is not mine! Koyasu-sama and other people with much more money than me
owns it.

Warnings:
Shounen-ai/Yaoi.

 

Notes:
Anything written in Italic are thoughts. Things /written this way/ are mental
talk.

This fic
can be read in my page, mediaminer.org and ff.net.

 

Oi!!^^ You
people made my day, really. I didn’t expect so many reviews for the prologue.
So inhanghange I’ve written this chappie sooner than I expected. And want to
give a mini-Aya to: marsupial (arigato for reviewing!! *glomps*), Thorne
(arigato for reviewing! *glomps* hope ya continue liking the
fic!^^), Lady Iron (muchas gracias por dejarme un review!! *glomps*
ojala que te guste este capitulo! [ay que ver la alegria que le da a una cuando
ve que hay mas gente que habla español por ahí ^^]), koneko bombay (arigato
for reviewing! *glomps* I’ve
updated soon, hope ya like the new chappie!^^), Jenken (oi! Arigato for
reviewing!! *glomps* ehehe I don’t think KenKen and Yo-tan will get very used
to each other… thank u! ^^), Hikari (*waves* yoo Hikari! Arigato for
reviewing! *glomps* I think yo-tan and KenKen are cute when they’re like that
*chuckles* I’ll try to update soon, but it will take me at least two weeks to
continue with this, I have to continue the other fics *sighs*) and Sierra (Arigato
gozaimasu!! *glomps* hope ya like this chappie!).

 

 

Chapter 1: Shower

 

“I’m not taking
any more of this shit.” Youji rose to his feet and stormed out of the room,
dragging poor Ken with him.

“Oi!! What the
fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Ken protested stopping at the middle of the
stairs.

Killer emerald
eyes glared at him. “I’m getting out of this thing, I have a date.” He said
trying to continue upstairs.

“Hey! Not so
fast playboy! I also have a date,” a golden brow arched up “yeah, I do, but I’m
not going to lose that soccer ball because of you!” he yanked at the chain
hard.

“Ohh… are you
looking for a fight Hidaka?” he provoked, yanking at the chain too.

Ken stumbled
slightly but could brace himself on the wall with the not-handcuffed hand. “Are
YOU?!” he dared him, rolling up his sleeves.

“Stop that
already!” Omi cut them before it could go further. “Now go open the flower shop
and behave yourselves. I don’t know what Aya-kun might do if you continue
bickering like this! And if you don’t do it for Weiss sanity then do it for
yourselves, the fangirls will have enough with you two handcuffed to each other
and don’t doubt there’ll be dozens of fanfiction on the net about how you got
tied to each other, and your behaviour will only make it worse if you continue
like this.”

“SHUT UP!!” The
older assassins yelled at him “That’s the last thing I needed to hear!! What do
you mean that we’re working like this?!” Youji asked angrily.

“Yeah, this is
stupid Omi! I’m not going out of here tied to this- this- I’m not going
anywhere with him!!”

“Well, this is
a start.” Omi said trying to gather some patience and failing. “There’s
something where the two of you agree.”

“No we don’t!!”
they both yelled at unison.

Omi ignored
them as he went downstairs. “Aya-kun will be happy to know that they agree that
they won’t agree in anything.” He pointed out to himself.

“OMI! I’m not going
to work with Kudou tied to me!”

Omi stopped on
the last stair and gave them an sly look that was absolutely un-Omi’s.
“Aya-kuuuuuuun?” he called out. “Can you bring me Ken-kun’s soccer ball? I’m
feeling a sudden urge to stab it.”

Youji laughed.
“Ohh… looks like KenKen’s gonna lose his ‘most precious’ possession, and I’m
not!” he sang.

But he had to
shut up. “Aya-kun? Don’t forget Youji-kun’sck bck book! Suddenly I think I feel
like I want to burn a few pages of it!”

If Aya had stepped
into the corridor a minute later he’d found his boyfriend dead, because Youji
and Ken were both trying to strangle him with the chain.

 

Three minutes,
angry screams, death threats and lots of katana bruises later, Aya dragged his
teammates into his room and oblied them to sit on the floor.

Then he took
another box from under his bed, this time it was a brown one, and took out a
pair of metallic handcuffs, but those ones looked more uncomfortable thatn the
others and a s a shorter (and metallic) chain. This ons bas barely 30 cm long,
which meant that they had to be closer.

He took the
others off their wrists and was prepared to put the new ones on.

Needless to
say, the other assassins weren’t going to let him do it.

“Omi.” Was all
the redhead said and Omi approached him with Ken’s signed soccer ball.

Aya lifted the
katana and arched up a perfect red eyebrow at Ken.

The brunette
sighed in defeat and extended his right arm. “Fucking manipulative bastards.”
He murmured and sighed when the piece of cold metal closed around his wrist.

Aya took
advantage of Youji, who was laughing at how pathetic Ken was, and put the
handcuff on his left hand.

Youji tried to
put them off, but it was impossible. “Give me the keys.” He whispered.

 

Aya smirked,
SMIRKED, and showed them the keys. “Take them.” He said coldly grabbing the
waistband of his pants and letting the key fall into his underwear. “If you
dare.”

Youji and Ken
cringed. There were things one couldn’t do if he wanted to continue living. And
none of them was crazy enough to touch Aya, and least of all touch him THERE.

So they both looked
down and rose to their feet, leaving the room and resign themselves to being
handcuffed to each other until they killed Aya or one of them died, because
there was no way they would end in good terms.

&nbs
.:
.::.::.::.::.

 

“Aya-kun… I’m a
little worried. Their shift’s about to finish and then they won’t be busy, this
is gonna be hell…” Omi said sitting on his lover’s lap.

The redhead
wrapped his arms loosely around his waist and put the smaller body against his
chest. “Don’t worry.” He whispered against his hair. “If everything go as
planned, at least one of them will be dead in a few hours.”

“Aya-kun!! I
want them to get along, not to kill each other!” he protested, putting away of
the loose embrace. “Why don’t you take the handcuffs off them? I think this
will only make things worse, they can’t be tied like this. Youji-kun has his
dates, and Ken-kun has his lover, whoever he is, and he needs him now more than
ever, it’s not a good moment to do this. It’s been barely a week since Ken-kun
had to kill Kase…”

Aya leaned
forward and caught his lips in a gentle kiss. “If it makes you feel better,
Hidaka won’t have that much time to think about his friend if he’s bickering
with Kudou.”

“But Aya-kun…”
he closed his eyes as he was kissed again. “Mm… I still don’t think this is
going to work…”

“We’ll try. And
if it doesn’t work, then you’ll request that they both are moved out of Weiss,
so you won’t have tose ose who you want to stay.”

“Aya-kun…” He
said softly. “I just hope your plan succeeds, I don’t want to lose my friends.”

 

Youji and Ken
heard everything. They were eavesdroping at them, not being noticed.

“It’s all your
fault Kudou, we’re going to be kicked out of here because of you. Who knows where
Kritiker will send me, and it’s all your fault!!”

“And why does
it have to be my fault?! Maybe it’s yours!! If you weren’t such an annoying, clumsy
kid with no personality then we wouldn’t have any problem!”

“Oh, and if you
weren’t a fucking irresponsible slut who can’t get up for the morning shift and
spend twenty minutes without insulting ne then we wouldn’t have to be tied like
this!”

“Are you trying
to say that it’s my fault?” Youji asked rag hig his voice.

“I’m not trying
to say it, I’m actually saying it!!” Ken openly yelled.

“Well, then
listen to me jackass, it’s YOUR fault!”

“It’s yours!”

“It’s your
fucking fault!!”

“NO!!
It’s mine!!” Omi shouted at
them. “Aya-kun, take the handcuffs out. I’m sending Ken-kun to China and
Youji-kun to Romania.”

“NANI?!”

“I didn’t want
to do this, but…” he turned big teary eyes to them. “I can’t bear this anymore…
I prefer to be away from my two best friends instead of watching them like this…
I-it hurts…” he said reaching up to wipe a tear.

Ken punched
Youji on the stomach. “See?! Now you’ve made Omi cry you bastard!!”

Youji bent
forward at the pain, but was quick enough to give Ken a hard kick on the knee (it
wasn’t hard anyway since Ken couldn’t put away). resuresult of it was Ken
falling to the floor and clutching his knee in pain, dragging him down too
since the chain was too short.

“Youji-kun!”
Omi scolded him. “Ken-kun got hurt there on the last mission!” he kneeled next
to the brunette and rolled up his pants, snorting when he saw that the wound there
had opened and seeping blood. “The stitches… Youji-kun, you knew!!” he turned
to look at his boyfriend. “Aya-kun, bring the first aid kit here, we’ll have to
stitch it again.”

Ken sighed and
shoved Omi away. “Take the handcuffs off, I’m going to get my leg fixed.”

“Ken-kun… Look
Ken-kun, why don’t you let me fix your leg and go take a shower? You’ll feel
better afterwards.” He said gently, taking the first aid kit and starting to
clean the wound. “Relax, the stitches are going to hurt Ken-kun.”

 

.::.::.::.::.

 

Youji cursed for
the for the nth time that day and tried not to kick the clumsy brunette again.

He stepped into
the shower and dragged the boy with him, slamming him against the wall. “Finish
soon, I’m not going to wait for you to finish here forever.” He grunted as he
placed himself under the warm water and let out a little sigh as it warmed his
skin and took away the last traces of Ken’s vomits.

Yeah, the
fucking kid didn’t have anywhere better to throw up after Omi put the stitches
on him than Youji’s clothes.

Now he reeked
and had to take a shower with Hidaka because Aya wasn’t going to untie them.

Well, at least
he had been ‘kind’ enough (and only because Omi had insisted) to untie them for
a few moments to undress. But once they had taken their shirts out, he had
handcuffed them again.

They had
complained, screamed, trying to scare the redhead because obviously they didn’t
want to shower together, but it hadn’t worked.

 

He looked at
Ken briefly, throwing him an sponge. “Snap out of it and finish already, I’m
about to finish.”

Ken looked at
him dizzily still a little sick after what Omi had done to him. “I don’t
fucking care.” He muttered as he started to scrub at his arm, carefully avoiding
the water and the soap to fall onto his wound.

The playboy
snorted when he finished rinsing his hair and looked to his teammate, who was
leaning back against the wall, his eyes closed as he waited for Youji to get
away from the stream of hot water to rinse the soap out of his body.

Youji slapped
him. “Are you asleep?”

Ken’s eyes
snapped open in panic. “Wh-w- what the hell did you do that for you jerk!”

The blonde
shrugged. “You were asleep, I woke you up.”

“I wasn’t
asleep! I was tal- it’s none of your business what I was doing!” he complained
as he finally let the water caress his body taking away the sweat and sickness
and starting to relax him slowly.

“You were.”

“I WASN-”

The door opened
and Aya stormed in. “Out. NOW.” He ordered.

Ken blushed
bright red and reached out for a towel to cover himself.

Youji decided
to show off his body a little, though nobody paid attention to him (Aya because
he was Aya, and Ken because he would never find nothing in Youji worth to look
at and the mere presence of the older assassin made him feel sick again).

 

.::.::.::.::.

 

“Well Omi, this
is not fun anymore. I want to go to bed, and I’m not going to sleep with him.”

 

Tsu zu ku….

 

 

*sighs* I
started to write a new chapter of “Don’t Cry” to get a little rest from my
drawings and finally ended up writing a chappie of this!

I really want
to thank all those wonderful reviewers that made me want to continue with this
so soon. I didn’t plan to write a new chappie so soon, but if I receive so much
support I’ll consider updating this more regularly.

Yo-tan and
KenKen look like they won’t ever get along, will Aya’s plan succeed without Omi
going crazy? Will Youji and Ken go to sleep that night or will they be the
whole nigh up fighting? If ya wannaw, tw, then don’t miss next ter!ter!

 

Remember to
leave me a comment with any opinion, questions, ideas or anything ya wanna say,
they cheer me up and give me inspiration (especially now that I’m all stressed
and close to fall into the feared Writers Block), and make me write faster.

 

Hasta luego!