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Youji's Daughter 2/?
By Nix Winter
Notes: Is probably really short. I need to write something for my website,
but this story is burning up my mind. Also, this was finished on my phone, so I didn't get to spell check and stuff, but I lost writing recently from a crash and this felt like the safest way to save it.
Disclaimers: I don't own WK
Warnings: Still very dark, Youji is very hurt, and Aya very agree

Chapter Two

"Aya-kun," Omi said softly, "Please, we're doing everything we can."
Ken developed a sudden interest in cleaning his claws. It had been three
days since Aya's birthday and Youji's disappearance. They'd cleaned out one of Masafumi's company's labs and found nothing. Persia worked on getting them another mission and Aya paced. He carried that cell phone in one fist, waiting for it to vibrate. This was his curse. He loved. People died.
Manx sat on the stairs, her hair slightly flat. Sleep was a myth for any of them. Death could have taken any of them on any of their missions. This was what they did. Killers, they danced with death every day, in fact or in their dreams. It tension echoed out from Aya's seething violent rage.

And they new, Omi and Ken. They knew that Aya was in love with Youji. They didn't know if Manx knew and what was ser, er, Omi wasn't sure Aya knew.

That would be a problem, when they did get Youji back. Omi could see Youji so clearly, this perfectly preserved image, of highlighted hair, so soft and wavy, moving as Youji turned to face him, a smile that was pure Youji present in the moment, dancing with light even in the darkness. Green eyes had been so happy in that image Omi had of Youji, and Omi finally clicked it together. Youji's eyes had turned that lighter happier shade, his whole being had lifted about six months before. A corolation to that was that Aya
and he had been out at the same times, frequently. "Are you seeing Youji," Omi asked
Aya froze, violet eyes wide. Such a simple quon, on, and yet, he hadn't felt that vulnerable since he was Ran. Aya knew that Youji didn't care who knew. Youji would have had Aya's name tattooed to his ass if Aya would have let him. Aya wished that he'd done so now, wished he had one more day laying in a hotel room with Youji, languid and naked beyond touctouch of their lives. "What do you mean?"
"Yeah," Ken chimed in, now sitting on the back of the couch, ready to go
over the back at any moment. "Are you screwing Kuduo?"

Jealousy maybe, and Aya spun on him. He wanted to say, no, he wasn't
screwing him, it was more, so much more. He wanted to beat the shit out of Ken for suggesting he was gay. He wanted Youji to be there, to touch his
shoulder and to smell Youji's French cigarettes, to know soon he'd lay his
head on Youji's chest and hear his heart. But he said nothing at all.

And then the phone vibrated. Aya flipped it open. "Yes."

"Aya," Youji's voice wavered, so thin.

"Youji! Where are you?"

"I don't know," Youji said voice wavering, breath catching and releasing with soft expressions of pain. "Alone, hotel room, I think. Familiar. Where are you?"

Aya ran up the stairs, bounding past Manx, ignoring the yelling behind him.
He wasn't waiting. He didn't want any help, any judgments. He needed Youji,that's all.

"Aya!" Omi yelled, "Aya! Wait!"

"Fuck me," Ken growled, racing up the stairs after him, only to be beaten by
Manx.

Aya left the flower shop, no katana, just jeans and his orange sweater,
running full out. Girls dodged him and Ken struggled to keep up. Manx got
her car. Omi hacked the cell phone records.
There was a hotel three blocks from the Koneko. Nice place, mostly a bed and breakfast with an owner who was on the respectful side. She smiled at Aya as he slammed through her front door and skidded on the throw rug.
"He's in your normal room," she said, not looking up from her knitting.

Aya took the stairree ree at a time, hand on the banister and up the second flight. "Youji! Youji!"
Ken followed him in not much after that, found nothing more than a displaced rug. The inn keeper, a middle aged woman with a pleasant smile, motioned for him to come closer. "How may I help you, young man?"
But upstairs, Aya slowed, took a couple deep breaths, then opened the room where he and Youji had made love so many times. What had started as sex, as violence even, had grown into a safety that sheltered all that was human in Aya. It had been love at first sight, maybe. As Aya opened the door to thier room, he hid in the first time he'd really looked at Youji. Those green eyes had softened, smiled, and for the first time since his family's death Ran had felt human, felt a connection with someone who wasn't half dead already. Youji'd renamed him then, and given him a kind of rebirth.

Aya had expected a darkened room, but instead he found the room filled with light. He stood there in the door and death seemed too sweet.

Purple and black covered Youji's eyes, his face swollen and misshapen. Blood dried over those lips that Aya loved to kiss. Bandages covered his midsection, tapped disappearing under filthy blue jeans up to the pink nipples that Aya knew just how to tease. Under the tape, white as snow in places and vivid red as rage in others, a swelling deformed Youji.
a cra crossed, so silent that Youji didn't respond until Aya touched his cheek, avoiding the bruise. "Youji?"

Matted eyelashes struggled to open, "Aya? God, Aya! I'm pregnant, Aya, God, Aya, I hurt!"

"You're alive," Aya said, ignoring that Youji thought he was pregnant, ignoring that Youji was in pain, only concerned with finding the extent of injuries. "Injury to your abdomen?"

Aya knelt by the bed, being more careful as he examined Youji, more careful and gentle than he would have admitted.

"Aya," Youji sobbed, "Aya, he put Asuka's womb in me. He cut me open and put a baby in me."

Aya's first thought was that Masafumi was going to die very painfully and the next was that he'd put some kind of explosive or poison into Youji's very body. How best to kill enemies than as they cared for an injured friend. "Relax."

"You always say the sweetest shit," Youji said, his voice even playful. Aya was Aya and his trust for Aya ran deep. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry to fuck up your birthday."

"You're here," Aya said, hand smoothig over the buldge in Youji's side, looking for hard edges, anything that would clue him in. Just hot, and swollen. "I love you."

"Yeah, Aya-baby," Youji said, voice fading. "I love you too. I don't hurt no more."

Ken cleared his throat and Aya looked over his shoulder at Ken and Manx. "Get a trauma cart!" he yelled at them rage rising so quickly.

Manx pulled out her phone. Krittiker had the best medical care Japan had to offer. Youji was going to need it.
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