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Unwanted Desire	By : mysticalsky Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CHAPTER 03: +CONFESSION+
Disclaimer: Same old words, if I really own Takatori Mamoru, or any Weiss Kreuz characters, Omi or Mamoru would have been paired and married to Fujimaya Ran. Got it? But, I do own a set of Weiss Kreuz series VCDs and OVA. (LOL).

FOCUS: Ran/Omi, Crawford/Omi, some Ken/Omi and 1-direction Sakura/Ran aka Aya

WARNING: Something natural, green outside, white inside and sour. Limes, you know? Yaoi. A very aggressive Aya (Ran). Bastardization of Brad Crawford (although he is already a bastard in the anime). And Ran/Omi torture.

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He whined uneasily as hands traveled down and rubbed the muscles round his groin from his back.

"Don't……" Unfortunately, the heated fingers of the owner chose to ignore his cry and started closing around the child's length, pumping and squeezing harder.

"Aishiteru…" A husky low voice moaned heatedly, as the dominance thrusted his length beneath the vulnerable entrance nested between his ass cheeks, inflicting indescribable pains to the submissive one.

"YAMETE!!!!!!!!!"

Omi bobbed up, safe on his bed.

"Omi, Daijoubu des ka?" A calm voice appeared besides him.

"Aya-kun!" Omi jumped. Cold sweat drenched the back of his long-sleeved shirt. 'Oh no. How did Aya find me? Did he overhear the words I've cried in my dreams?'

"Omi, what did the Schwartz do to you?"

"They locked me up and I escaped." Omi said and fingered his blanket nervously. He did not want his friends to know his mishap; it would only lead to disgrace.

"What time is it now?"

"Six o'clock."

"An hour before we start our business. Where's Yoji-kun? Is he alright?"

"In Kritiker hospital. Only minor bruises. He'll be discharged in two days' time. Ken is accompanying him."

"Youkata." Omi sighed in relief. "Arigato, Aya-kun, for saving me and staying up for me. Sumimasen, I have to wash myself first." He started to move up from his bed.

Pain shot through him from the bruises of the night. Grasping, he slipped…………. right into the Weiss leader's arms.

"Aya-kun?" Blue eyes looked anxiously at the increasing serious glare of the red-hair man.

Aya's expression became more intense as he reached down to pull down Omi's shorts and boxers.

"Aya-kun!" Omi widened his blue eyes in shock and struggled, but Aya's grip was strong. Helplessly, he watched the other man reached down to part his ass cheeks and examined the bruise and blood marks around it.

"You have been violated." He heard Aya said. He sensed indescribable anger in his tone.

"Yamete, Aya-kun." Omi whined fearfully. Tears pricked at the edge of his eyes. He felt Aya's glare burning dangerously. Almost instantly, the fire vanished.

"Rest." Aya pulled back the garments and released Omi. Omi heard the clicking, followed by the closing of the door and Aya was gone.

//"You are too beautiful to be a boy. I want to show you magic. I will transform you from a boy into a blue-eyed maiden. Demo, it'll take weeks to complete." A syringe with clear pinkish liquid was injected into the boy's crotch……//

Omi hurdled on his bed trembling. He hated to see the way his enemy looked at him, the way he was being treated. He felt so vulnerable, so weak, just like the time when he fell into the kidnappers' hands ten years ago.

"What are they trying to do to me?" Omi whispered and subconsciously reached a hand to rub the tip of his crotch. He got up from the bed. The pain still hurt, but he was not going to let it ruin his day. "Can't let Aya-kun worry for me too much."

Walking (or limping) down the stairs, he heard Sakura's voice.

"Aya-san! Are you free today?" Sakura asked.

"I have no time for you today."

"It's alright, Aya-kun!" Omi tried to run down the stairs. "I'll look after the sh……. Argghhhhhh!!!!!!" He screamed as his foot tripped and tumbled down the steps. 'Oh no, what should I do? I'll land with a broken skull next.' He shut his eyes tightly.

His fall stopped painlessly. Slowly, he opened his eyes to meet violet ones above his. Strong arms embraced him. Aya had launched forward to catch Omi so that he could cushion the smaller boy from the impact.

"A……. Arigato, A..Aya-kun….." Omi mouthed embarrassedly.

"Omi-kun! Daijoubu des ka?" Sakura ran forward to meet them. Luckily, there were not any other people in the shop to witness the event.

"H..Hai, arigato…."

"Omi, you need to rest and not moving around now." Aya said sternly, turning to Sakura. "You see the situation now. I'm the only one around looking after the shop."

"Wakata, we'll meet sometime again." Sakura whispered and turned to leave.

"No, no!! It's all right; I'll look after the shop! Aya-kun.." Omi's lips reached close to Aya's ear. The feeling, something sweet and longingly that he often experienced whenever Omi was close to him rose again. He had a temptation to hug the beautiful and gentle boy in his arms and to kiss him senselessly.

"Go out with Sakura-chan, Aya-kun." Omi said. "You'll hurt her feeling." Aya froze. The sweet feeling instantly vanished, replaced by anger. Omi, don't you know how I feel for you?

"Aya-kun!" Omi spotted a small glint of frustration in Aya's eyes. "Don't hesitate…"

"Gomen!" Aya's tone was harsh and cold. "I'm not in the mood to go out right now. Please leave."

"I… I understand…… gomen ne sai….." Disappointed, Sakura ran out of the door.

"AYA-KUN!!" Omi jumped. "Go after her!!! NOW!!!!!!"

"OMI!!!" Aya suddenly pinned Omi on the ground.

Omi swallowed hard and stared up.

Omi felt Aya's face reaching closer to his, almost touching noses. "You still don't understand, Omi."

"I…… Aya-kun…."

"Why are you always worrying about me? Why do you care for me more than you yourself? How much do you understand my feeling for you? Do you think that I'll be happier without you?" He felt Aya's glare piercing deep into him.

"Demo….." Omi whispered nervously.

"For a long time, ever since I first came here, my heart has already… fallen for you-Tsukiyono Omi, don't you understand that?" Aya's tone softened, almost pleading. Strong hand cupped Omi's cheek and lips were planted on the younger boy's.

Blue eyes stared up into violet ones shocked. 'Aya-kun……. Aya-kun falls for me?' Omi's eyes slowly closed. Strange. His lips were so different from Crawford's, so warm and smoothing, just like the summer sea. He longed for Aya's love and passion attention. But………

For a time like eternity, their lips parted.

Breathing deeply, he made up his mind. "Gomen, I am not worthy for you, Aya-kun. I'm a boy and you deserve to have a normal family of your own. Go for Sakura-chan. She's waiting for you."

Aya's glare turned dangerously ferocious. "You still don't understand, Omi. Whether you are a boy or girl, I do not bloody care. I don't care whether I'll have a family or not! I only want you!"

"Aya-kun!" Without warning, Aya grabbed Omi, lifted him in his arms and made his way into his bedroom. Omi gasped in shock and struggled hard, but in vain. "AYA-KUN!!! What are you doing?"

Entering the room, Aya threw Omi onto his bed and pinned his wrists before he could get up.

"Aya-kun! It hurts! Ha-Nes-Te!!!"

Aya leaned close and kissed Omi on his lips again. This time, more forcefully and passionately. Omi was kicking his legs hard on the bed, but Aya's weight pinned him firmly to the bed. He could only stare helplessly as Aya savored him with his lips. Tears ran down his cheeks.

Abruptly, Aya broke the kiss and stared down at the tearful Omi. "Go…gomen."

Omi was sobbing uncontrollably now. Strong hand stroked his soft blond hair tenderly.

"Gomen ne, Omi. I did not mean to frighten you." Aya's voice was gentle.

"It's…. It's all right, I…. I did not blame you. Please…. Please leave me alone……. Onegai…."

Aya sighed heavily and got up to leave. As he reached the door, Omi looked up and caught Aya's longing gaze at him before he left.

Amidst the semi-darkness, Omi hurled the blanket over his head. Tears ran freely down his cheeks. "Gomen ne sai, Aya-kun. I love you too. I don't want to see you regret or suffer all because of me."

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From the large double-layered glass window on the fortieth storey of the office building, two men watched the falling snow. One had orange spiky hair and other with short dark hair. In the hand of the black hair man was a glass wine, half filled with 'Bloody Mary'.

It had been a day since Takatori Mamoru escaped under their noses.

The man with orange spiky hair suddenly sighed deeply.

"Ah, couldn't get over Mamoru-chan?"

"Ne, I have not enjoyed the boy enough, Crawford. I believe you feel the same too."

"Souka. Farfarello did not get him back. Too aroused by police cars, huh?"

"Yeah, and he hangs himself upside down in his secret room again. Are you staying here? I'm bored."

"Don't bother me. Go and take a look at Farfarello."

"See you later. We can enjoy that Weiss boy together again once we get hold of him next time." At the side of his eyes, Crawford watched Schuldig left the room.

'Enjoying him together, huh? Mamoru-chan is mine. I'm not going to let the second man possess him, including you, Schuldig. Never ever."

Long blond locks. Crystal blue eyes. Gentle gaze. That makes up Takatori Mamoru or Tsukiyono Omi as what the other Weiss members had called.

He had long noticed the boy since his first meeting with the Weiss Kreuz team in a gambling club while protecting his then boss, Takatori Reiji. He had seen Kikuno's photo before and noticed the strong resemblance between her and Mamoru. Judging from his passion, he knew he had fallen into helpless obsession for the blonde child. The child was too beautiful, too perfect like a priceless masterpiece that he could not wait to own.

"How long are you intending to run away from me, Mamoru-chan?" His fingers closed round his glass, smashing it into pieces. Blood red wine trickled down his gloved hand, staining it red. "I will bring you back to my arms, Mamoru."

"By all means."

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Ken returned back to the florist shop in late afternoon.

"Is Omi back?" was his first sentence to Fujimaya Aya.

"Upstairs."

Ken ran up the staircase like lightning. "OMI!!!! Are you all right?? Where have you been??"

"Ken-kun!" Omi climbed out of his bed to be embraced by the ex-soccer player.

"Youkata, Omi, you are safe and sound!" Ken ruffled the younger boy's soft hair. "Where did you go?"

"Just got separated from you guys. How's Yoji-kun?"

"Stable as a mountain. He'll be discharged tomorrow." Ken pulled Omi back slightly and examined him. "Omi, you look pale. Is there anything wrong?"

"No…nothing…." Omi forced a smile, catching a cold 'shi-ne' gaze of Aya's from the door.

The next day, Yoji was discharged from hospital. The minute he stepped into the shop, he sensed something wrong with the atmosphere. Aya was avoiding eye contact with Omi.

"Are you having a fight?" Yoji secretly asked Omi.

"I… I don't know." Omi muttered as he busied himself arranging branches of Freesia and roses.

"Omi, Freesia does not match well with roses." Ken supplied.

"Sou…Souka…." Omi whispered, almost in tears secretly. 'It's my fault that Aya hates me now. I must have hurt him terribly.'

The vase suddenly slipped from his hands and landed onto the floor with loud smash.

"Omi, how careless of you!" Yoji called. "What are you thinking now?"

"Go…gomen ne sai!" Omi quickly scooped down to pick up the scattered pieces. One piece of the broken vase cut into his wrist, drawing blood. Tears fell onto his oozing blood.

I'm so stupid and clumsy. Why am I always ruining things?

A hand reached down to pull his hand.

"You are hurt." A cold voice said. It was Aya.

"I….." Omi was lost for words.

"You need to be treated now or you'll get infections."

"H…hai." Omi answered dumbly and followed Aya into the bathroom obediently.

Aya led Omi to sit on the edge of the bathtub while searching for the first-aid box. "You should learn how to take care of yourself, Omi." Pulling out the bandages and lotion, he started to treat Omi's cuts.

"Aya-kun, are you still mad at me."

"I'm never mad at you, Omi."

"Aya-kun. Can we still maintain our current relationship as before?"

Omi's words pierced Aya like the thorns on the roses. Deep within him, he knew his feeling for Omi was irreversible. He knew he could no longer feel equal for Omi like the other team members. But he had to.

For Omi.

"Yes." He replied with forced calmness and turned his face away. "If you excuse me." Aya quickly left the room.

"Arigato, Aya-kun." Omi whispered. "Gomen ne sai."

The bell of the main entrance door rang.

"Mission." Manx announced as she entered.

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Running through the rains of bullet was no longer a big matter to Tsukiyono Omi as he raced to reach the remaining member of his targets, a drug trafficking mastermind with the mask of businessman for his criminal disguise.

"You'll be sorry for coming, kid!" The man roared as he pulled a handle, activating a trap door as Omi stepped onto a square tile.

The drug dealer laughed hysterically, knowing there was a time bomb inside the trapdoor. Once activated, it'll explode in a minute's time. Suddenly, his laughter stopped. Two darts had pierced into his heart. Omi had shot him before falling into his trap. In his death, his eyes remained wide with shock.

"OMI!!!!"

Omi tried to grab the side of the opening, but in vain. Omi closed his eyes, but found himself hanging halfway in the air. Someone was holding his hand. Fujimaya Aya.

"Aya-kun!" Omi cried out.

"Hold still, we'll be out in no time."

A line of blood trickled down Aya's gripping hand on the edge and dripped onto Omi's face.

"Aya-kun, you're hurt!"

"That's nothing. It's just a cut. Let's get out of here before the bomb explodes."

"A bomb?" Omi echoed.

"It's inside Manx's record, remember?"

"Oh gosh!" Omi felt like scolding himself. He had not been concentrating well since Aya's confession to him.

"Let me go, Aya-kun. You go up first. I can follow later."

"There is no exit and its at least twenty metres below."

"You are bleeding, you will not be able to save yourself before the bomb explodes. Let me go!"

"I'm not letting you go!"

"I'm not worthy for you to risk your life! Save it for Aya-chan!"

"There's no way I'm leaving you here alone, Omi! Because I can't forget you!"

"Because I still love you, Omi." For the first time, Aya's eyes saddened. "If you are gone, I'll not have any courage to live again."

Omi jerked inwardly at the words, his eyes softened. "Despite all the hurts and pains I've given you the other time?"

"Yes."

The time ticked by. Thirty seconds more.

"You can't drive me away now." Aya suddenly gave a rare smile.

"Don't sacrifice for me, Aya-kun. Gomen ne sai." Omi pulled out a dart with his free hand. Using his remaining strength, he pierced the only support Aya was giving to him.

Pain shot through Aya's hand, almost forcing him to release Omi's hand. He grinded his teeth. "Stop, Omi!"

Tears streaked in Omi's eyes. "I can't. Because I love you too. I love you more than anyone!" Nausea rose and darkness closed around him. Omi knew his consciousness was facing a limit.

"Forget me, Aya-kun." Omi whispered as his eyes slowly closed.

"I'm not going to let you go!!"

Yoji's voice suddenly appeared. "Hey, are you both down there? We've managed to deactivate the bomb." His face appeared from the top with Ken's. "Looks like you're in a kind of awkward position." With combined help, they pulled the other two out of the trap door.

Aya cuddled the unconscious Omi in his arm.

// Omi's eyes streaked with tears. "Because I love you too!! I love you more than anyone!"//

Because I love you too……. Because I love you too…….

The words seemed in echo in Aya's mind for a long time.

"Thank you, Omi……" Aya whispered to the sleeping Omi in his arms. He did not notice Ken's growing fury at the sign of the embracing couple.

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NOTE:

Ha-nes-te: Let go
Sumimasen: Excuse me, sorry
Wakata: I know/understand
Aishiteru: I love you
Gomen (ne sai): Sorry
Demo: But
Arigato: Thank you
Daijoubu (des ka): Are you all right?
Youkata: That's good/wonderful (relief)
Yamete: Don't/Stop
Onegai: Please
Souka: I see
Kritiker: (German) Critical

TO BE CONTINUE..........

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Updated: 14 March 2004
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