Obsession Confession

Obsession Confession






Obsession Confession

 

By: Anna Hibiki

Rating: R (will it go up?).

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

Pairings: Coming soon..

 

Notes: Anything written in
Italic are thoughts.

This fic can be read
mediaminer.org and ff.net.

 

*waves* I think it’s time to thank the
reviewers!! So the glomps and thanks will go to: ephemeral (arigato for
reviewing!! *glomps* ehehe… Brad HAS to do something to Aya, what I don’t know
it’s WHAT. *snickers* thank u!^^) and crayon (arigato for reviewing!!
*glomps* hope ya like this chappie! hehe… about the YoKen… It’s my fave pairing
and I have some planned for this fic, guess I can’t help it… Oi! I’m talking
too much… ^^; ).

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Okay, he thought as the cold water took the blood off his
skin. I’ve just gone crazy, Fujimiya Aya has gone crazy. It was my
imagination, NO, I’m sure that Mastermind played one of his games on me and I
ended up fantasizing about Crawford kissing me. That’s the most logical and
easier to accept answer.

Pale fingers brushed against moist and
still hurting lips. The water had taken the blood from there away, but he knew
he had bite marks everywhere around and on his lips.

So okay, maybe Brad had
really kissed him, and he had been rough, too rough.

But Aya had loved it.

And now, as he wrapped a
big, fluffy towel around his body trying to get erased the feeling of the cold
water, he felt guilty for enjoying it instead of fighting.

He had also jeopardized the
mission. He should have been covering Siberian and wait for Omi to contact him
in case he was in danger, but all he had cared about was about his enemy (and
main obsession) was kissing him.

And what scared him the
most was that he knew that if that ever happened again, he would forget about
his teammates and wouldn’t care for what happened to them.

He put on clean clothes and
went downstairs to the mission room. He needed to find Omi to fill the mission
report.

Not surprisingly, there was
nobody there. He supposed the others were up still taking care of Ken’s wound.

He headed towards the
brunette’s bedroom and entered there when he saw the open door and that the
lights were on.

 

Omi was sitting on a chair,
probably typing his part of the mission report. He had changed his mission gear
for his blue pajamas. He looked quiet, so he guessed he had already finished
patching Ken up.

The little blonde looked up
at him and smiled nervously before looking down again to continue writing. Aya
gave a nod the boy didn’t see and looked at the brunette’s bed.

Youji was sitting by the bed’s
edge, giving his back to the redhead, still carefully treating some of bruises
on the half asleep man’s face. He hadn’t changed his clothes yet and Ken’s hand
had a tight grip on the blonde’s coat, even if he was just barely conscious.

The playboy looked up at
Aya, who was obviously waiting for him to tell him about Ken’s state. “The
bullet’s out and should heal soon. There are only some minor bru all all over
his body and face.” He said the word ‘face’ a little louder, glaring at him-
no, glaring at his mouth and the bruises there. “You were supposed to be covering
him, weren’t you?”

Aya shrugged. “Nobody’s
dead.” He said coldly.

“What does that mean?!”
Youji demanded, getting up and sitting again when Ken whimpered in pain. He
hadn’t released his coat so when Youji had rose to his feet, the brunette’s
injured arm had gone up too. “Sorry KenKen.” He whispered as he gently massaged
his friend’s arm trying to relieve the pain.

Aya turned his gaze towards
Omi again. “I have to write my report.”

The boy nodded and smiled at
him. “I’m almost finished Aya-kun. If you want, you can come with me to the
mission room to write it so Ken-kun can rest a little.”

“Yeah, KenKen has to
sleep.” Youji said gently uncurling his friend’s fingers from his coat and
placing the tan hand on the bed.

The redheaded assassin was
the first one to leave Ken’s bedroom, followed shortly by Omi and Youji, who
bent down to give the brunette a little kiss on the forehead before he left.

 

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

 

Omi looked at Aya worriedly
as the older assassin typed quickly.

Something had happened at
the mission that had disturbed the redhead, he was sure of that.

First Aya hadn’t covered
Ken, and he had lost his earpiece. When he joined his teammates again, he had
been breathing suspuslyusly laboringly, his mouth was covered in blood, and his
legs were shaking.

“Aya-kun?” He asked softly,
sitting on the couch next to him.

Aya didn’t look up at him. “Hn?”

“Are you okay Aya-kun?” he
looked away. “When you came back from wherever you were, you looked… guess weird
is the word to describe it.”

When the leader of Weiss
looked at his friend, he founded aed amethyst eyes looking back at him. “I’m
fine.”

Omi blushed and looked
down. Aya’s eyes were always so intense… always glaring or without expression,
but there was something deep in them… “Well… if you feel like talking or
anything…” he took a deep breath. “IknowI’vealreadytoldyoubutifyafeelliketalkingyoucantalktomebecau-”

“I’ll remember it.” The older
assassin said quietly, his face tired but relaxed.

That was the only
difference between how Aya treated Youji and Ken from him. While he was always
cold and icy with them, he usually softened a little with Omi.

The boy grinned at him. “Then
I think I’m going to sleep, I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiiiired” he said with a yawn as he
got up. “Oyasumi nasai Aya-kun!” He said trying to sound happy.

“Oyasumi..” Aya murmured as
the boy went upstairs, continuing with his report.

 

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

 

Next morning, Youji went to Ken’s bedroom
to see how the brunette was doing. “Ohayo KenKen!” he said cheerfully when he
noticed his friend was awake, but hadn’t moved from the position he had been
left the previous night. “How are you feeling?” he asked sitting at the edge of
the bed and pressing his hand against his forehead, making sure there was no
fever.

Ken sighed. “Like shit, but I’ven
en
worse.”

Youji chuckled and moved his hand up to
ruffle his hair. “That’s my KenKen, scaring us to death but always optimistic
about it!”
Yo- Yo-tan!!”

“Baka.” He said getting up to take the
first aid kit. “I have to take a look at your bruises and see nothing’s
infecting. And look at your mouth.” he said going to the topic he wanted to
talk about. “What the hell happened to you there?”

The brunette suddenly paled and looked
away, refusing to look at his friend.

“What’s it Ken?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He said
softly.

“Look Ken!” Youji said angry because his
best friend didn’t trust him tll hll him such a stupid thing. “There are very
few possibilities. I know you kissed Aya! I saw both your lips and his, and you
both were screaming kiss!” he sighed and gently ran a finger over the marks on
Ken’s lips. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re with Aya? I would have understood it…
But Omi isn’t going if he knows. How could you do this to him?”

“You’re wrong Youji!” Ken said getting
even paler. “It wasn’t Aya! I’d never… K’so! this is just too embarrassing to
tell!”

And so Ken started telling Youji what had
happened, but didn’t tell him WHO kissed him.

The playboy sighed in relief when Ken
told him that he wasn’t with Aya, but he still had his doubts about a few
things. If it hadn’t been Aya, then who was the one kissing Ken? And if the
marks on Aya’s face weren’t from Ken… then who had done it to him? Was it the
same person that had made them to Ken?

 

Youji sighed in relief, but Omi didn’t.

He had woken up all happy that morning
and was about to go into Ken’s bedroom to see how he was doing, but he had
stopped by the door when he heard his friends arguing. And he almost died right
there when he heard Youji saying that he knew Ken and Aya had been kissing.

How could Ken-kun do this to him of all
people?! Anger and sadness overwhelmed him as he ran towards his bedroom, not
even hearing the whole conversation.

 

The only thought in his mind was that one
of his best friends had betrayed him.

 

Tsu zu ku…

 

 

So, another chappie up! It looks like
inspiration’s coming back slowly, just hope it comes back completely and the
fucking writer’s block disappears already before I go crazy.

Since family’s coming here tomorrow (that
is, in sever or eight hours, just when I’ll be going to sleep), I won’t have
internet until sunday or monday… *sniffs* I just hope there are lots of YoKen
and SchuKen fics updated on ff.net when I’m back or I’ll go crazy!! It also
means that I won’t be able to write OR draw until they leave. So gomen ne! I
won’t be able to update anything until then!

 

Anyway, how was the chappie? It’s shorter
than the previous one, but well, hope this will do!

 

Remember to leave me a comment with your
opinions and all, whatever ya wanna say will be gladly accepted.

 

Hasta luego!