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.

 

And today… what can I give you people? A
Mini-Ken!! ^^ The glomps and thanks are for: . (Arigato for reviewing!!
*glomps* ^^), MiniMorr (Arigato for reviewing!! *glomps* I don’t feel
too sorry for him either. WeSchuSchu couldn’t stick to the plan, everything
would get too boring if we knew what was going to happen at the end ne? [I don’t
know it myself! *sweatdrop*] Yeah, Schu and Youji are so hot together… *drools*
but I don’t think I would have been able to write them without KenKen in the
middle *sighs* who knows? Someday I might try to write a SchuYouji… though
the idea of the three of them together is just too yummy! *hentai grin* this
chappie is rather short, but it’s mostly BradAya, so hope ya like it! ^^ ), ephemeral1
(Arigato for reviewing!! *glomps* well, I guess the plot thickens.. I hope! About
Omi ending with Aya.. Don’t worry, they ending up together in this fic is as probable
as me becoming a fan of the pairing AyaKen or KenOmi ^^ ), LoireLoa
(Arigato for reviewing!! *glomps* oi! Calm down a little! *hands her an
infusion* It’s true that I’m evil, but this fic isn’t abandoned or anything, I
update once a week or so. Anyway, I’m glad you like my fics ^^ and don’t worry,
it’s not being dropped or anything, and it will take long to finish it cuz it’s
gonna be a long fic ^^)

 

 

Chapter 5

 

If Aya had thought that his
capacity of getting surprised had been developed completely, his teammates were
proving him wrong.

Omi was fuming, glaring at
everything around him, especially when it was Ken around. It looked like the only
one the kid didn’t glare at was him. But he better not push his look, the kid
could be rather scary when he wanted.

Ken looked pale, a little
too pale, wide eyed and nervous, almost hysterical. The brunette had been
acting like that since Youji brought him inside the shop that morning. He
jumped and yelled each time someone moved behind him or a fangirl leered at him,
and then mumbled something incoherent and went back to work.

And Youji watched
everything blinking dumbly each time Omi cursed or Ken yelled.

He looked as confused as
Aya was, just that the redhead didn’t show it.

 

He continued with the
arrangement he was preparing, though his mind wasn’t really there anymore. Not
since Birman had appeared to give them a new mission.

Everybody was in except
Ken, who wouldn’t be able to go in a mission for some time.

It didn’t look too hard. They
just had to go into the building, hack into the computer of their target and take
all the info they could find in there (that was Omi’s job), kill the target and
get out.

Simple, clean and quick.

A part of him wanted to see
Brad in there, but he knew he shouldn’t want it.

Yet he did.

 

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

 

Omi sat in front of the now
dead receptionist’s computer, connecting his laptop to it and opening the
hacking program that would let him get into their target’s computer without
actually being in his office. Aya just nodded at him as he and Youji ran
towards the stairs.

 

A couple minutes later they
brought down a few security agents, which meant that they were approaching the
target’s location.

Abyssinian looked back when
he heard a curse.

Youji was struggling to get
away from Farfello, who was trying to stab him. He saw Schuldig approaching them,
but he continued forward, leaving his teammate alone with them and continued
upstairs.

He killed a few bodyguards until
he stopped in front of a door that said ‘Aizawa Tetsuo. President’. He kicked
it open and he almost closed it again when he saw Crawford sitting at the edge
of the target’s desk, apparently waiting for him.

“I knew you would come.” He
said with a smirk.

Of course he knew, he was
the precog, not him. But he didn’t say anything.

“Aren’t you happy to see
me?”

“Why would I?” he asked
defiantly.

The other’s smirk widened. “Hmm…
let’s see, maybe because you find me irresistible and want to repeat what
happened the last time I saw you?”

“I don’t want to! You- you-
you Schwarz manipulated me! That telepath of yours sure messed with my head so
I would go crazy!” he said coldly, his violet eyes burning with anger.

“You know we didn’t ‘mess
with your head’ or anything like that.” Brad said letting out a low chuckle. “You
wanted it then and want it now.”

“I don’t-”

“You want it. Come here.” He
ordered with a gesture of his hand.”

“I-ie.” He mumbled.

No, he was stronger than
that. He wasn’t going to let anyone humiliate him like that. NOBODY. But… No!
Not even Crawford. He wasn’t going to- no, he wasn’t. he couldn’t do it. He
couldn’t sink that low. He-

“Here.” Brad’s voice was
low, a mere whisper that sent a chill down his whole body.

“I-I..”

“I’m not repeating myself Ran…
” he said holding his hand out for him. “Just get it, isn’t it what you want?”

Aya bit his lip. I can’t!
I can’t let him humiliate me! He thought bitterly as those hypnotic dark
eyes bore into his, his whole body trembling under that sensual gaze but never loosening
his grip on the katana.

But his feet betrayed him.
And before he could react, those cold eyes were drawing him closer and he was
in front of his enemy.

He didn’t want to, he didn’t!!
But he had to.

Aya had to know how would
it be to feel Crawford’s hand against his, wanting to feel his skin.

So he hesitantly placed his
trembling hand over the American’s, first just grazing his skin as he ran the tips
of his gloved fingers against his hand and finally resting his hand onto Brad’s.

“Abyssinian? Where are you?” Oh shit! He had his earpiece on. Had Omi heard him?

“I’m.. looking for the
target Bombay.” He said a quietly as he could, putting his hand away from Crawford’s,
but the taller man grabbed his wrist and took the leather glove off.

“Is Balinese with you?”

“No.”

“Okay, I’m almost done
here. Be careful, Schwarz is here.”

“Daijobu.” He assured and
turned his earpiece off. “Let go.” He said putting on his best icy glare.

“Why, Ran? You don’t want
me to let go.” He said with a sneer as he brought the redhead’s hand towards
his face.

Aya gasped when the palm of
his bare hand contacted with Brad’s face. He was fascinated by the feeling of
it, soft and warm at the forehead and slightly raspy at the cheeks he had
probably shaved that same morning.

“See? You want it.” Crawford
purred as he let go of the swordman’s hand, his smirk widening and getting even
more smug as Aya continued touching his face, his fingers following the lines
of his eyebrows and grazing the bridge of his nose, his jaw, lingering as he
gently ran his fingertips over soft lips that curved in a smirk.

Aya sighed and curled his
fingers over Brad’s cheek, just caressing and feeling the warmth of that skin.

“I don’t-”

“You want me.” He said grabbing
the redhead’s coat and pulling him closer.

“I- I’m gonna kill you!”
Aya yelled bringing his katana up.

“Drop it.” Crawford
ordered, the smirk disappearing from his lips as he leaned forward so his lips
were just barely a few centims aws away from Aya’s. “You want this, and you
aren’t going to kill the one you love, the one you obsess about.”

“I’m no-” he couldn’t
finish the sentence because Brad pressed his mouth to his, making him drop the
sword the moment he felt the kiss.

As soon as the weapon hit
the floor the American parted his lips and lapped at Aya’s mouth.

But he put away before his
enemy could kiss back and stood up. “Balinese will enter the room in two
minutes. Aizawa has been taken care of.” He pointed to behind the desk, where
the lifeless body lied. “See you soon, Ran.”

And he left the office
before Aya’s mind could realize what had just happened.

Aya blinked at the closed
door. He had done it again.

He had humiliated himself
again.

He just wanted to curl up
in a corner and cry, but he couldn’t.

He quickly grabbed his
katana when he saw the doorknob move and prepared himself to attack.

But he relaxed when he saw
it was just Youji, who looked like shit.

Of course he did, he had
left him alone to fight Schuldig and Farfello alone, and with only a wire to
defend himself.

It was a miracle he was
still alive. “The target?” he asked leaning against the wall.

“Schwarz killed him.”

He turned his earpiece on. “Bombay?”

“Are you done Abyssinian?” was his worried teammate’s immediate reply.

“Hai. Balinese just
arrived.”

“Are you okay?”

“Hai. Balinese’s injured,
but nothing serious.”

Was all he said before they
headed downstairs in silence, feeling his eyes sting with shame.

He needed to take a shower,
anything to get rid of that feeling of shame, of the humiliation he had
willingly gone through.

 

Tsu zu ku…

 

 

And another chappie done!! ^^
I hope I can continue updating so fast and so inspired!

Well, how was the chappie?
It was almost entirely focused in Aya and Brad, I just didn’t feel like making
the other charas do anything, it just didn’t fit in.

 

In next chapter, Omi will
say something that he might regret and will upset one of his teammates a lot,
Aya will feel guilty (again) and Manx will give them a new mission that won’t
have very good consequences.

 

Until a new chappie is up, remember
to leave me a comment with your opinions, criticism, suggestions and anything ya
feel like saying! ^^ I love to receive comments!

 

Hasta luego!