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.

 

Well… I think that today I’m giving a
Mini-Omi to all the reviewers! You know, to make him suffer and all that stuff…
*sweatdrop* The glomps and thanks are for: jene (Arigato for reviewing!!
*glomps* hope ya like this chapter too!^^), MiniMorr (Arigato for
reviewing!! *glomps* Ohhh…. Blackmailing… *evil grin* don’t feel sorry for Omi,
it’s good to see him suffer, cuz that would mean that there’s BradAya *is in a
more BradAya mood each day*!! About the chappies being so short… *sighs* I’m
sorry, but since they are so short, I update faster, and I prefer to update one
chapter per week or so, even if they are short, than one long one that takes me
months [as a reader I hate it when writers don’t update, and as a writer I do
the same a little too often *glares at herself*]. This chapter is the longest
one on this fic so far, hope ya like it! Luckily the block has left, jhopehope
it doesn’t come back in a long time!! Thank u! ^^), and AolaniDathomir
(Arigato for reviewing!! *glomps* *grins* Yo-tan’s being all kawaii with
KenKen… And I have to agree that Aya’s just too fun, and would make a good
companion to Farfie, though I prefer him with Brad. *giggles* Schu’s gonna
continue being a hidoi [a very ecchi one though] with Ken, but there’s Yo-tan,
ne?).

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Aya scowled at his three
teammates.SomeSomething was definitively
wrong that morning.

First of all, Omi was pale
and dead serious, maybe angry, his gaze fixated on his breakfast.

Youji looked from Ken to
him, a worried expression in his green eyes.

And Ken avoided looking at
Youji, but had spent a few minutes staring at the redhead’s mouth, or should he
say the bruises there? He looked as if he was thinking hard. About what? He had
no idea.

“So, Aya.” Youji said
breaking the silence and startling him slightly. “What happened for you to
leave Ken uncovered and appear later like THAT?” he said suddenly very serious
as he pointed to his mouth. “And don’t you think it’s a great coincidence KEN
has the same marks?”

Omi gasped, almost dropping
his chopsticks. No… please don’t… He got up and exited the room.

Aya just shrugged.

“Oh, so you did it, did
you?” he knew Aya hadn’t touched Ken, but maybe that way he could discover who
had done that to his best friend.

The redhead lifted an
eyebrow.

“Won’t you tell us? You are
with Ken, aren’t you? You just got turned on at the middle of the mission and
played a little too rough with KenKe-”

“Youji! You know that’s not
true!!” the brunette cut in.

“Then someone will have to
tell me the truth because I don’t understand anything.” The playboy demanded.
“If you didn’t do that to Ken and he didn’t do that to you, then the person who
did this to you has to be the same person who did it to Ken. So then tell me
who had such a great time with you so I can know who kissed, and who knows if
tried or did more to do more to him.”

Aya thought about it for a
moment. The only thing he was sure of was that Brad hadn’t touched Ken, he had
been with him all the time. But then, WHO had done it? Was there some kind of
plot with Schwarz so they were trying to rape them or who knows what? “He can
tell you who did that to him, I have no idea of who was with him.”

“Aya.”

“Stop it already Youji. I’m
okay. That won’t happen again next time.” Ken tried to sound reassuring.
“C’mon, we have to open the Koneko.” He said stumbling slightly as he left for
the flower shop, the painkillers the blonde had given him before making him
somewhat dizzy.

 

Even if the others had
insisted that he spent the day at bed, he had said no, he preferred to move and
try to forget about what happened last night.

It was true that he wasn’t
going to be a great help at the Koneko (his injured arm was bandaged to his
chest so it wouldn’t move and heal faster so he only could use one arm), but he
didn’t want to, couldn’t stay quiet.

He sat on a chair and
waited patiently until Youji went downstairs and opened the flower shop.

 

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

 

Aya took another sip at the
now cold coffee.

If he didn’t understand
anything before, now after talking with Youji he was even more confused.

Ken’s bruises were similar
to his, that was true, but only similar. Whoever had done that to the brunette
had been infinitely gentler than Brad had been to him. The teeth marks were
closer on Ken’s face, so whoever ha done it had smaller teeth than the tall
American.

So that left TWO
possibilities. Two because Prodigy was absolutely out of the question, he was
too small, so it had been either the knife-licking psycho or Mastermind.

So he was right… Schwarz
was up to no good (though that was nothing new). And whatever they had planned,
it wasn’t only for him, because they had implicated Siberian too.

Why them and why like that?
If you want to destroy an assassin group, you try to kill them or something
like that, you don’t corner and kiss them.

But when it was about
Schwarz you could never know. So if that was on their plans to play with them,
there had to be a reason.

Of course, it could have
been just that they had felt like having some fun with them, or who knows what
they wanted. After all, Schwarz were the guys with superpowers, not Weiss.

So he would have to wait to
know what they were planning, and to be honest, an inner voice told him, part
of him wanted Brad to repeat it again, no matter if it was because he wanted to
or because of some evil plan. He didn’t care. He just wanted to feel that
again. A part of him wanted, the obsessed part. Aya, ABYSSINIAN wanted that.
But what little was left of Ran told him no, to forget about that, to get over
his obsession (because that was an obsession whether he liked it or not).

But it wasn’t that easy to
forget.

He couldn’t forget the
American’s hands, his mouth, the way he had kissed him, his teeth marking his
skin, the way he had responded to him.

That ashamed him and made
him feel even worse about it.

 

He let out a deep sigh.
Great, just great, now he needed another shower.

 

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

 

Braok hok his glasses off
and scrubbed at his tired eyes. “”Aren’t you going to shut up?” he snapped
after having to listen to the German’s humming for nearly an hour.

He could almost see
Schuldig grin. “You’re the oracle, you should know it by nooow!” the redhead
sang from the bathroom.

“I only know I’m going to
make you shut up if you don’t stop singing.” He threatened as he went into the
bathroom.

Schuldig looked up at him
through damp ge lge locks. He was bent forward towelling his hair.

The jeans he was wearing
and the white shirt waiting to be put on were enough for Brad to know that the
vision he’d had a moment ago was going to happen that day.

“You’re going to that
flower shop of Weiss today.” He said coldly.

“Yeah. I’ve been studying
my kitty and already know what I have to do.” He straightened up and dropped
the towel at the floor, his fingers raking through his long hair as he reached
out for a comb. “What are you going to do with Abyssinian?” he asked as he
untangled any knot he might find.

The tall American smirked.
“I don’t have to do anything. He’ll do whatever I want the moment I order it.”

Schuldig left the comb on
its place and took a brush to finish his gorgeous orange hair. “Yeah, how
lucky.” He pouted.

Brad rolled his eyes when
he saw what the redhead was going to say. “If you didn’t want to do all this
work you should have chosen Balinese. He’s such a slut he wouldn’t have mind
what you did as long as you gave him sex. With time, you wout evt even have to
destroy him, because he would betray Weiss. He would accept joining Schwarz and
he would kill his beloved little Siberian before their friends eyes. That would
make Bombay fall into a depression and then he’d heard from Kudou that
Abyssinian was regularly having sex with me, and Bombay would kill Fujimiya.
Then you would make Kudou kill himself while Farfello stabbed Bombay to death.
THAT would be the end of Weiss. That was the plan that would have succeeded,
but since you’re so fucking stupid now I have no idea of what’s going to
happen. So make sure you do well and don’t end up failing as I saw you would.”

“I’m not going to fail.”
Schuldig said seriously. “I don’t understand you. What is gonna fail? You’re
saying I won’t succeed but you don’t say why!! How the fuck do you want me to
succeed if you don’t tell me what I’ll do wrong!”

“I can’t tell you. Just
make sure you never give him everything he wants, or you might regret
it.”

Schuldig glared at him.
“And you’ll say it’s my fault if it fails, won’t you?”

The taller man’s glare was
enough to shut him up.

 

The American headed towards
his office and turned his computer on.

He typed his password (it
helped to keep Schu and Farfello away from the computer) and opened the files
about Weiss.

Then he separated the data
about Abyssinian from the rest to study what he was getting into.

He was almost completely
sure, but there was always the doubt that he could fail. He hadn’t seen what
was going to happen, but he had to believe that he would succeed.

Because what if Abyssinian
gained control over himself and got rid of his obsession? What if he stoppe
be
before Weiss was destroyed? What if Schuldig failed and things got even worse?

What if, what if. Fuck the
‘what if’!! he told himself. We’re
going to succeed. Schu might fail but I will not.

 

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

 

Ken was out of the flower
shop, crouched as he put some fertilizer on the plants there. Since he could
use only an arm, it was the only thing he could do.

His face lit up with a fond
smile when he saw Youji movinoundound into the shop. He wasn’t actually
working, just stirring his legs every now and then.

He looked down and
continued fertilizing the plants for a few more minutes, moving a little to
continue with other plants when he was done.

He was so focused on what
he was doing that he didn’t notice the person crouching beside him until that
person slid an arm around his shoulders and gave him a little kiss on the
cheek.

He blushed and looked at
his knees. “Yo-tan! Wha-”

“You wound me kitty.” A nasal
voice whispered on his ear.

The blush disappeared to make
the brunette’s face go pale. “WHAT TH-”

Schuldig covered Ken’s
mouth with a hand, his other one tapping at the wound on his shoulder.

The German was grinning at
him, but his eyes promised death. “I came to see you baby.. Does it hurt?” he
asked taking his hand away from his mouth (after threatening him mentally) and
pointed to his shoulder.

Ken bite his lip and tried
to put away, but the redhead kept him in e use using both his body and mind. “I’m
sorry I hurt you.” He said softly cupping Ken’s face on his hand, even if the
younger assassin still tried to get away.

The telepath grinned
evilly. He had taken lots of things from Ken’s mind, and was just acting like
the brunette wanted.

Like Balinese treated him.
Like he wanted Youji to treat him. What he had taken from Ken’s dreams.

He repeated a scene from one
of the brunette’s favourite ‘Youji dreams’, as he had come to call them.

Schuldig caressed up his face,
his fingers brushing slightly against Ken’s ear as he brought his hand to the
back of his head.

The hand on Ken’s shoulder
moved down to curl on the ex-soccer player’s waist. Ken’s eyes widened in shock
when the hand at his waist cupped his ass gently. “Beautiful…” he purred in the
same seductive way Youji did it in the dream and tilted his head slightly to
kiss him softly.

When he pulled away, he
chuckled at the look on the brunette’s face. He was in such a shock he couldn’t
even react. His chocolate eyes were impossibly open, and his body petrified,
his ass had landed onto the ground the moment Schuldig let go of him. “See ya
kitty.” He whispered as he got up and left Ken there.

 

And nearly an hour later,
when Youji came out of the shop looking for him (the rush of fangirls was about
to come), the brunette was still on the same position, his eyes still wide and
his mouth set into a tight line.

 

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

 

After he closed the shop
and had dinner, Aya went downstairs into the mission room to read (he couldn’t
stand being into his bedroom all the time).

The tv was on, so that
meant that he wasn’t alone there, but since there was anime, not the soccer
match that would indicate Ken was there or the porno Youji watched when he was
there alone, he guessed it was Omi.

And he was right.

The little blonde was
sitting on the couch, hugging his legs against his body and his face buried on
his knees.

He sat at the other end of
the couch, looking at him briefly before he opened the book and started reading.

 

Omi glanced at him as best
as he could from his position. Aya was sitting next to him, reading quietly.

“A-Aya-kun.” He
said softly, trying to get the redhead’s attention.

A few seconds later he
looked at him. “Hn?”

Omi looked down. “I… it’s just
that I… Aya-kun why-”

“What’s it Omi?” he asked
gently, seeing that the kid wasn’t feeling well.

The archer took a deep
breath and looked up again. “Aya-kun… can I.. just for a little while, just…”
he rested his head against the redhead’s arm. “Just for a while, please?”

Aya shrugged. The truth is
that he didn’t want Omi to get so close to him, but there was something into
those pleading blue eyes that made him shut up.

The boy looked needy, so if
such a little thing made him feel a little better, he wasn’t going to complain.

But he didn’t want Omi near
him.

He wanted Brad Crawford.

 

Tsu zu ku…

 

 

So, another chappie done!! My
inspiration came back! I’m working hard to finish chapters for all my fics,
hope they’re done soon!

Well, how was the chappie?
As always, I’m not too convinced with it, but this will have to do. It always
happen to me that I plan to write something and end up writing something
completely different *sighs*.

 

Oi! Before I forget, if
anyone’s interested in betareading this fic please contact me! The only thing I’ll
ask from you is that you correct my mistakes and to be quick at doing it *wonders
where are the betas I have for other fics*

 

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