A Bohemian Tragedy
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,950
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Mistaken Identity
Past: Mistaken Identity
Youji stood nervously on the balcony, looking out at the lights of Paris and twisting his hat in his hand. He could hear rustles behind him as Aya changed clothes behind a screen. Nervousness and desire filled Youji, making his blood sing.
He heard a loud metallic clink and turned just in time to see Aya emerge from behind the screen, dressed in a tight fitting black suit that ntednted his legs and left his pale chest bare. Aya held one hand behind his back and with the other motioned for Youji to approach.
“Why don’t you come join me?”
Youji was instantly struck by the difference in Aya’s voice. Where before it had been cold, it now held a warm to it, a tone that sent heat coursing through Youji’s veins. He could do nothing but obey.
His arousal was immediately quenched, however, when Aya shoved him onto the bed and pressed a katana to his throat. His once warm eyes were as hard as coal as he held the struggling Youji down.
“What the hell are you doing?” Youji cried, trying to shove Aya away.
“Takatori!” Aya spat, pushing down with the blade. “Shi-ne!”
Youji tried to struggle free, both of his hands wrapped around Aya’s slender wrist. “Nani!? I’m not a Takatori! I’m Youji Kuduo! You know, the writer!”
Confusion entered Aya’s eyes and the pressure on Youji’s throat decreased. “Writer, what writer?”
“You know, the one Omi sent in to talk to you?”
A different deadly look entered Aya’s eyes. “Oh no, you’re not another one of Omi’s oh-so-talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished protégés?”
“You might say that, yes.” Youji grinned, trying to win over Aya. He shifted under the other man. There wasn’t any reason that he couldn’t take full advantage of the situation.
Aya immediately jumped from the bed and stood staring at Youji, his disbelief written on his face. “I’m going to kill him!”
Omi, who had climbed up the back of the Elephant with the rest of the bohemians, jumped at the words and nearly fell off the back. He was only saved thanks to Ken’s quick reflects as the soccer player reached out and yanked Omi back from the brink of death.
Omi clung to Ken’s chest, burying his face in the older boy’s shoulder and groaning. “I think there might be a small hitch.”
Inside, Youji was at his most charming. “Later,” he crooned, standing up and walking toward Aya. “Why worry about that now?” He slipped one arm arouna’s a’s waist and pulled him in closer. “Why don’t we discuss something else?”
Aya shoved Youji away and began to stalk around the room, growling under his breath. “Takatori…where is he… I want to kill him.”
Youji sighed and walked back toward the balcony, trying to think of some way to distract Aya and get him into bed. Preferably with Youji. And without clothes. He has a sudden idea. “Hey, it worked once…” So he started to sing.
“My gift is my song…!”
He had just gotten started when a shoe thudded into the back of his head, silencing him. He turned to find an irate Aya holding the shoe’s mate in a threatening manner. “What was that for?”
“Don’t sing. I hate singing.”
“Well there’s nothing else to do unless you want to…you know..” he nodded his head toward the bed.
Aya groaned in disgust and turned away. “I’d rather not.”
“Aw, come on, it won’t hurt.” Youji had just taken a step toward Aya when there was a knock at the door.
Persia’s voice filtered through the wood. “Aya, sweet, I havkatokatori out here. He’s waiting on you. Are you ready?”
Aya pounced on the katana he had left on the bed and ran to the door. Youji barely stopped him from opening the door and killing Takatori where he stood.
“What’s wrong with you?” Youji cried, wrenching the weapon away.
“Give that back, I have to kill him!” Aya pressed in close to Youji, trying to reach for his sword.
“Why?”
“He’s got my sister!” Aya said through clenched teeth, lunging at Youji again.
Toor oor opened and Takatori and Persia stared at the scene in the room. Takatori’s eyes narrowed when he saw the close proximity that Youji and Aya were in.
“Foul play?”
“Uh no,” Youji said, hiding the sword behind his back. “We were…uh…just…uh…rehearsing!”
“Rehearsing? Well where is Omi then, hm?” Takatori stared daggers at Youji, who was still moving around the room, trying to keep the sword from Aya.
Omi popped up from behind the wall, quickly followed by the flood of other bohemians. “How’s the rehearsal going? Shall we take it from the top?”
“Give me the damn sword!” Aya said, jerking on i’s i’s arm.
Omi smiled a fake smiled and nearly yanked Aya off his feet while pulling him away from Youji. “Now now, no reason to stay in character, is there?”
Youji quickly threw the sword to Persia, how chunked it into the hall and shut the door, causing Aya to lapse into a sullen pout.
Persia then tried to pull Takatori’s attention away from Aya. “My dear brother, why don’t you and I go to my office to peruse the paperwork.”
“No, this sounds interesting. What’s the story?”
Persia looked confused. “The story?”
“Well if I’m to invest, I need to know the story.”
“Yes of course. The story….uh, Omi?”
Youji sighed at the blank look on Omi’s face. “It’s about love.”
“Love?” Takatori sneered.
“Yes love. Love overcoming all obstacles.” Youji sent a meaningful glance to Aya, but the redhead was still seething in the corner.
Omi immediately brightened. “It’s set in Switzerland!”
Youji groaned. Switzerland? That wasn’t the right setting for a play. They needed intrigue, mystery, romance. “India! It’s set in India!” He walked over and put an arm around Takatori’s shoulder. “And there’s a courtesan, the most beautiful courtesan in all the world. But her kingdom’s invaded by an evil maharajah. Now, in order to save her kingdom, she has to seduce the evil rajarajah, but, on the night of the seduction, she mistakes a penniless po..” Youji paused and quickly looked around the room before reaching out and picking up a sitar. “A penniless— a penniless sitar player for the evil maharaja and she falls in love with him.”
“Fine, fine, don’t bore me with the details.” Takatori moved away from Youji, still scowling at him. “As long as I get Aya I don’t care.
”
“Of course,” Youji said through gritted teeth. “Anything you want.”
Present
Another drink of lukewarm alcohol. Youji sighs.
That was the beginning of my entanglement with the Moulin Rouge. And Aya. I still couldn’t get the redhead to pay attention to me. He brushed me aside coldly every time I tried to speak to him. It was evident that he didn’t consider me to be very important.
I was just grateful at the time to have gotten rid of Takatori, even if it did seem overly simple at the time. I couldn’t really e hie him for wanting Aya, but I hated him for it. I already felt possessive about the redhead, I just needed a way to get him to feel the same way about me.
I left him alone and went back to the hotel with the bohemians. They were ecstatic, they had their show, and didn’t care about anything else. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Aya, and wondering what he was doing…
Youji stood nervously on the balcony, looking out at the lights of Paris and twisting his hat in his hand. He could hear rustles behind him as Aya changed clothes behind a screen. Nervousness and desire filled Youji, making his blood sing.
He heard a loud metallic clink and turned just in time to see Aya emerge from behind the screen, dressed in a tight fitting black suit that ntednted his legs and left his pale chest bare. Aya held one hand behind his back and with the other motioned for Youji to approach.
“Why don’t you come join me?”
Youji was instantly struck by the difference in Aya’s voice. Where before it had been cold, it now held a warm to it, a tone that sent heat coursing through Youji’s veins. He could do nothing but obey.
His arousal was immediately quenched, however, when Aya shoved him onto the bed and pressed a katana to his throat. His once warm eyes were as hard as coal as he held the struggling Youji down.
“What the hell are you doing?” Youji cried, trying to shove Aya away.
“Takatori!” Aya spat, pushing down with the blade. “Shi-ne!”
Youji tried to struggle free, both of his hands wrapped around Aya’s slender wrist. “Nani!? I’m not a Takatori! I’m Youji Kuduo! You know, the writer!”
Confusion entered Aya’s eyes and the pressure on Youji’s throat decreased. “Writer, what writer?”
“You know, the one Omi sent in to talk to you?”
A different deadly look entered Aya’s eyes. “Oh no, you’re not another one of Omi’s oh-so-talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished protégés?”
“You might say that, yes.” Youji grinned, trying to win over Aya. He shifted under the other man. There wasn’t any reason that he couldn’t take full advantage of the situation.
Aya immediately jumped from the bed and stood staring at Youji, his disbelief written on his face. “I’m going to kill him!”
Omi, who had climbed up the back of the Elephant with the rest of the bohemians, jumped at the words and nearly fell off the back. He was only saved thanks to Ken’s quick reflects as the soccer player reached out and yanked Omi back from the brink of death.
Omi clung to Ken’s chest, burying his face in the older boy’s shoulder and groaning. “I think there might be a small hitch.”
Inside, Youji was at his most charming. “Later,” he crooned, standing up and walking toward Aya. “Why worry about that now?” He slipped one arm arouna’s a’s waist and pulled him in closer. “Why don’t we discuss something else?”
Aya shoved Youji away and began to stalk around the room, growling under his breath. “Takatori…where is he… I want to kill him.”
Youji sighed and walked back toward the balcony, trying to think of some way to distract Aya and get him into bed. Preferably with Youji. And without clothes. He has a sudden idea. “Hey, it worked once…” So he started to sing.
“My gift is my song…!”
He had just gotten started when a shoe thudded into the back of his head, silencing him. He turned to find an irate Aya holding the shoe’s mate in a threatening manner. “What was that for?”
“Don’t sing. I hate singing.”
“Well there’s nothing else to do unless you want to…you know..” he nodded his head toward the bed.
Aya groaned in disgust and turned away. “I’d rather not.”
“Aw, come on, it won’t hurt.” Youji had just taken a step toward Aya when there was a knock at the door.
Persia’s voice filtered through the wood. “Aya, sweet, I havkatokatori out here. He’s waiting on you. Are you ready?”
Aya pounced on the katana he had left on the bed and ran to the door. Youji barely stopped him from opening the door and killing Takatori where he stood.
“What’s wrong with you?” Youji cried, wrenching the weapon away.
“Give that back, I have to kill him!” Aya pressed in close to Youji, trying to reach for his sword.
“Why?”
“He’s got my sister!” Aya said through clenched teeth, lunging at Youji again.
Toor oor opened and Takatori and Persia stared at the scene in the room. Takatori’s eyes narrowed when he saw the close proximity that Youji and Aya were in.
“Foul play?”
“Uh no,” Youji said, hiding the sword behind his back. “We were…uh…just…uh…rehearsing!”
“Rehearsing? Well where is Omi then, hm?” Takatori stared daggers at Youji, who was still moving around the room, trying to keep the sword from Aya.
Omi popped up from behind the wall, quickly followed by the flood of other bohemians. “How’s the rehearsal going? Shall we take it from the top?”
“Give me the damn sword!” Aya said, jerking on i’s i’s arm.
Omi smiled a fake smiled and nearly yanked Aya off his feet while pulling him away from Youji. “Now now, no reason to stay in character, is there?”
Youji quickly threw the sword to Persia, how chunked it into the hall and shut the door, causing Aya to lapse into a sullen pout.
Persia then tried to pull Takatori’s attention away from Aya. “My dear brother, why don’t you and I go to my office to peruse the paperwork.”
“No, this sounds interesting. What’s the story?”
Persia looked confused. “The story?”
“Well if I’m to invest, I need to know the story.”
“Yes of course. The story….uh, Omi?”
Youji sighed at the blank look on Omi’s face. “It’s about love.”
“Love?” Takatori sneered.
“Yes love. Love overcoming all obstacles.” Youji sent a meaningful glance to Aya, but the redhead was still seething in the corner.
Omi immediately brightened. “It’s set in Switzerland!”
Youji groaned. Switzerland? That wasn’t the right setting for a play. They needed intrigue, mystery, romance. “India! It’s set in India!” He walked over and put an arm around Takatori’s shoulder. “And there’s a courtesan, the most beautiful courtesan in all the world. But her kingdom’s invaded by an evil maharajah. Now, in order to save her kingdom, she has to seduce the evil rajarajah, but, on the night of the seduction, she mistakes a penniless po..” Youji paused and quickly looked around the room before reaching out and picking up a sitar. “A penniless— a penniless sitar player for the evil maharaja and she falls in love with him.”
“Fine, fine, don’t bore me with the details.” Takatori moved away from Youji, still scowling at him. “As long as I get Aya I don’t care.
”
“Of course,” Youji said through gritted teeth. “Anything you want.”
Present
Another drink of lukewarm alcohol. Youji sighs.
That was the beginning of my entanglement with the Moulin Rouge. And Aya. I still couldn’t get the redhead to pay attention to me. He brushed me aside coldly every time I tried to speak to him. It was evident that he didn’t consider me to be very important.
I was just grateful at the time to have gotten rid of Takatori, even if it did seem overly simple at the time. I couldn’t really e hie him for wanting Aya, but I hated him for it. I already felt possessive about the redhead, I just needed a way to get him to feel the same way about me.
I left him alone and went back to the hotel with the bohemians. They were ecstatic, they had their show, and didn’t care about anything else. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Aya, and wondering what he was doing…