Obsession Confession

Obsession Confession






Obsession Confession

 

By: Anna Hibiki

Rating: R/NC-17 (it’s going
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… I’m giving my reviewers a
Mini-Youji!! ^^ Sadly, mediaminer.org is down again, so I can’t thank you
properly by your names and all, but consider yourselves glomped and thanked as
enthusiastically as always!! *glares at mm.org*

WARNING: To make up for how long it took
me to update, in this chapter you get Aya at the shower (even if I’m not too
thrilled with the idea of writing those type of scenes with Aya involved).
Nothing graphic, but you’ve been warned!

 

 

Chapter 6

 

Drained physical and
emotionally, Omi, Aya and Youji entered into the Weiss’ house. Almost
immediately after they closed the door and went into the kitchen, there was a
crash and a curse, and a sleepy but worried Ken appeared under the kitchen’s
doorframe. “How was the mission? Is everybody okay?” he looked at all his
teammates, waiting for the answers that didn’t come.

“Aya-kun didn’t get hurt, I
ha fea few scratches and Youji-kun has some knife wounds from Farfello.”

“You okay Youji?” the
brunette asked his best friend anxiously but exhaled in relief when the blonde
grinned tiredly, approaching him to take a closer look. “I’m going to take the
first aid kit and fix you.” He said and left, only to arrive a minute later
with the medicines.

Omi took his gloves off and
sat on a chair. “Aya-kun? You sure you didn’t get hurt?”

“Hn.” The redhead didn’t
even look at him, instead he opened the fridge and took a bottle of water out.
As he poured himself a glass, he glanced at Youji, who had taken his coat off
and was silently disinfecting the wounds at his chest and arms with Ken’s help.

Bored of the sight of his
teammates, he turned his purple eyes towards Omi, who had his gaze fixed on
Ken, eyes narrowed and fist clenching in anger as he glared daggers at the
brunette.

The reason for the usually
cheerful kid to act like that? He didn’t know and he certainly didn’t care, not
even a little bit.

Aya left the glass on the
table and put the bottle back into the fridge. He had nothing else to do in
there, so he decided to leave the kitchen and saw Youji and Ken move out of
there too and head downstairs to the mission room.

The redhead ignored them
and went in the opposite direction, upstairs, to take the hot shower his body
was screaming for.

 

Omi sighed and went to open
the fridge, taking a bottle of orange juice out and pouring himself a glass of
the orange liquid in the same glass Aya had been drinking. He was a little more
calmed now that Ken had abandoned the room. He felt like throwing one of his
darts at the brunette. How could he act like that and pretend nothing was going
Now Now everything made sense to him.

All the things his
‘supposed’ friend had told him… were just a way to cover what he had with Aya.

His friend had lied to him.
Ken, who claimed he hated liars.

How was Omi going to
suspect anything when Ken had told him something very different, when he had
even offered his help to him to get to Aya? How could he still act like that,
not caring for any injures his lover might have, and instead of doing that had
gone downstairs to take care of Youji.

How could Ken be such an
hypocrite? He was going to hear him.

He was.

The small blonde brought
the glass to his lips and sipped at the juice.

“Indirect kiss..” he
murmured. “Pathetic.”

A few minutes later, when
he finished the drink, he washed the glass and put the bottle back into the
fridge and left the kitchen, going downstairs. Ken was going to hear him.

 

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

 

“I’m bored Braaaad.”
Schuldig wh as as he zipped through the different channels. “Do we have work today? There’s nothing on
tv. And I’m tired of talk shows and porn.”

The American smirked, not
taking his eyes away from the computer’s screen. “Go annoy Nagi.”

“Go annoy Nagi, go annoy
Nagi. You always say the same!” he pouted, but his eyes gleamed with mischief.
“It’s not fair you get all the fun, I had to watch Farfie cutting the slut.” He
said faking a shudder.

“Talking about sluts…” Brad
gave him an amused look.

The redhead pouted at him.
“I’m not a slut! Even you and that kitty obsessed with you are more sluts than
I am.” He said trying to look innocent.

The older man looked back
at the computer. “You’re just jealous because I got to play with Abyssinian and
you couldn’t play with your kitty. Anyway, I don’t know why you had to chose
such a boring kitten. If you had chosen Balinese he would be fucking you in
some hotel right now. But since you never limit yourself to follow with the
plans…”

Schuldig shrugged. “I don’t
like sluts. Besides, I don’t like to be uke.”

“Really?
I thougu liu liked them slutty like you. But cute and innocent? You’re joking.”

“No.
Abyssinian’s funny too, don’t you think so?” he lifted an eyebrow
questioningly. “So virginal, so confused, so obsessed, but too grumpy for my
liking. He’s not cute. It’s a bad thing I don’t like obsessive people ne?”

“Whatever.”
Brad murmured and continued writing. “Just do your thing and let me do mine.”
He closed his eyes as a vision hit him.

“Something
interesting?” Schuldig asked when the older man opened his eyes again.

“Yeah.
I’ve seen we’re going to need lots of rolls of bandages soon.”

“Who’s
going to need them?”

Crawford
smirked. “I’m not telling you.”

“Oi!!
Brad! I wanna knooow!!” the German pouted and switched the channel to a
particularly annoying talk show.

“Well,
two members of Weiss are going to fight, and let’s just say that you are going
to have to bandage your kitty up because he will be a little too distracted in
their next mission.”

Schuldig
blinked at him stupidly. “I don’t understand a thing.”

“Better
for you then.”

The
younger man yawned. “Bah, I’m going to sleep.” He got up and left towards his
bedroom.

 

Brad
sighed contently when he was left alone and finished his report. He didn’t write
it for Estet, he just liked to keep track of what happened at the missions.
After all, one never knew what could happen.

When
he finished and saved the file, he turned the computer off.

He
found his mind going back to the events of that same night. What happened with
Abyssinian.

He
really hoped they destroyed Weiss soon, because he abhorred the redheaded
icicle. He had felt like throwing up when the younger assassin had touched his
face, that look of adoration and guilt in those amethyst eyes. The surrender.

But
he enjoyed the power, the domination over the other man.

The
fact that with only one word, he could get whatever he wanted from Aya.

Well,
he was going to play with the kitten in a few days. And the American had to
admit that he was curious to see how the kitty reacted that time.

 

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

 

Aya threw his
clothes to the floor and entered into the shower, wincing when the hot water
touched his skin but quickly getting used to it.

His mind
inevitably went back to Brad and what happened before.

He had done it
again. He had let Crrd trd touch him.

And this was
the second time.

What made him
feel all the worse was that he had gone to him willingly. He wanted him then
and he wanted him now, and he couldn’t help it.

He
wondered… what would happen next time they met? Would Brad do more things to
him? He better stopped thinking about that and continue washing his hair.

Wondering,
wondering, always wondering and daydreaming of what the American would do to
him.

Kami-sama,
his skin… it had felt so good against his, so warm, so in contrast with the
cold man Oracle was, the cold man Aya forced himself to be.

He
took the bottle of gel, poured some on the sponge and started to scrub at his
arms, watching the water take the bubbles away when it touched the skin. The
skin of his arms was rough and scarred, marked in the last years of fights, but
since it was so pale, they were almost unnoticeable.

He
tried to imagine Brad’s arm, how would his skin be in there? He supposed that
more than the skin, one would have to look at his muscles and touch them, feel
them if those arms embraced him.

He
continued scrubbing at his legs, feeling the hot water hit against his back.

How
many times had he dreamed of Crawford to hold him while the water poured over
them?

How
many times had he dreamed of Crawford taking him under the hot stream of water?

Too
many to count, too many times for someone with a pride like his.

It
was ironic. Someone with his pride but that humiliated himself like that.

He
stopped for a moment when the sponge touched his cock, thinking about what to
do.

Already
regretting it before it even happened, he started to stroke his flesh like he
would like Brad to touch him, imagining the hand he had touched before was the
one there.

He
felt guilty, but that didn’t stop his hand.

Why
would he? He had humiliated himself so much that day that he felt like he had
no dignity left.

At
some point the sponge fell to the floor, but that didn’t stop him.

He
pressed his back against the wall and draped an arm over his eyes, trying to
wipe at the tears threatening to fall. With or without dignity, he was hurting
inside.

His
hand sped up while he remembered the cold way Brad had looked at him but how
his lips continued being warm and soft.

Contradictions,
life was full of them.

He
himself was the biggest contradiction of all, claiming to be cold and
unbreakable, but there he was, crying like a little baby as he jerked off.

And
before he realized it, he was coming, the sound of the water muffling his
sounds, the same water that was taking away any evidence of what he had done.

He
slid to the floor and buried his face on his hands, and continued crying for a
few minutes with the only company of the hot water.

He
was crazy, he was losing it.

And
now there was something else scaring him. He had tried to resist until then,
but he mew he couldn’t do it anymore.

He
didn’t have the strength.

When
the tears didn’t come to his eyes anymore, they took away the pain and the
guilt, leaving him just feeling empty. It was time to leave the shower and dry
his body. Right then he only wanted to sleep. But he knew that next day, when
he woke up, he would be hurting and swallowing in his guilt.

 

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

 

When Omi
descended the stairs to the mission room, he saw that, as he had expected, Ken
was still there, sitting on the couch with a sleeping Youji, who was using the
brunette’s lap as a pillow, one of Ken’s hands buried in the playboy’s hair,
his fingers absently playing with long blonde curls.

The
youngest member of Weiss noticed the small bottle of painkillers and the glass
of water at the table.

Ken
looked up at him when he realized the boy’s presence. “What’s it Omi?” he asked
with a smile. He supposed Omi wanted to know about Youji’s state and that was
the reason for him to be so tense, so he smiled even wider. “Don’t worry about
Yo-tan, he’s okay.” He tried to reassure his friend.

“How
can y-!!”

The
brunette brought a finger over his lips. “Shh…” he hushed. “He needs rest, and
so do you. Why don’t you take a shower and go to sleep? You look drained.”

There
was something in his teammate’s tone that made him shut up and go upstairs.

“Oyasumi
Omi.”

The
insult that left the younger boy’s lips when he heard those words went luckily
unnoticed to Ken’s ears.

 

The
next day, when Omi entered the kitchen, it was almost noon. Ken was the only
one there, but he guessed Aya was still on his bedroom and Youji hadn’t moved
from the couch (if the tired look at Ken’s face was any indication), they would
come downstairs soon to have lunch, after all, the four of them had to work
that afternoon.

At
least Ken had had the decency to let them sleep.

The
ex-soccer player greeted him with a smile. ”Ohayo!”

Omi
gl at at him. “Are you feeling happy this morning Ken-kun?”

“Why
shouldn’t I? You all came back safe yesterday, if that doesn’t make me happy, I
don’t know what will.”

“Hn..
So when you made sure I was sleeping you went upstairs with Aya-kun, didn’t
you?”

Ken
gave him a confused look. “What are you talking about Omi? I’ve been down at
the mission room the whole night.”

A
snort. “You can’t fool me. I know what’s going on Ken-kun.” The ‘kun’
was almost spit.

“What’s
going on?” the other asked clueless.

“You
thought I wouldn’t notice? And Youji-kun said it too. I didn’t thought you
could do that to me Ken-kun.”

“Do
what?” ken wasn’t trying to infuriate Omi, he honestly didn’t know what was
happening to the kid.

“You
betrayed me.”

“I
don’t get you.”

“You
don’t get me?! You’re with Aya-kun!”

“NANI?!”
Ken was really surprised. “Where did you get that idea?”

“I
heard you and Youji-kun talk!”

“You
didn’t hear everything then, because I told him I’m not with Aya, and that
nothing happened with him in there.”

“Are
you goto dto deny it?! There’s evidence of it! How could you- You lied to me!”

“When?!
I’ve never lied to anyone Omi!” he was starting to lose his temper.

“The
fuck you didn’t! YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVE YOUJI-KUN!!” he yelled, his voice sure
being heard all around the street.

“OMI!!”
A hard slap and Ken stormed out of the kitchen and the house, ignoring Aya and
Youji, who were about to enter the kitchen, and their jaws, that had fallen to
the floor.

When
they entered the kitchen, they saw Omi glaring at the floor, eyes teary and a
hand print on his cheek.

“What
happened here?” Aya asked quietly. Youji, who looked rather shocked, sat on a
chair and started to eat the food Ken had left before it got cold.

Omi
sighed, but refused to look at the redhead. “How much did you hear?”

“Since
the ‘You lied to me’.”

“Etoo…
I-”

“You’re
wrong Omi. It didn’t happen.” Youji said calmly before he took a sip at his
beer.

“N-nani?
D- Do you mean..?”

A
nod.

Just
then Omi realized all he had said to Ken. “Kami-sama.. I’m so sorry… I-” he
didn’t know what to say or do. Ken hadn’t betrayed him. HE had betrayed his
friend by screaming the only thing that could hurt the brunette. But what
scared him was that he hadn’t felt bad when he said it. He had wanted to hurt
Ken.

And
he had succeeded.

Omi
slowly turned his gaze towards Aya. “Aya-kun?”

“Hn?”

“Should
I follow Ken-kun and apologize?”

The
redhead just shrugged.

“No.
He’ll come back when he feels he has to.” Youji mused.

Then
only thing that comforted Omi was that Aya didn’t seem to know about his
feelings.

 

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

 

Eight days
later, Omi jumped in surprise when Manx dragged Ken into the mission room,
where they were waiting for her to arrive with the new mission.

She
had probably picked Ken who knows where, because the brunette hadn’t appeared
around the Koneko since the problem with Omi. And he certainly didn’t look like
he wanted to be there.

It
was also very obvious that Ken was avoiding looking at Youji and Omi. He just
glanced at Aya for an instant and turned to look at Manx.

“Ken-kun?
I… I’m sorry I-”

Surprisingly,
Ken ignored him and sat on the couch, the look in his eyes was weird. It was so
that nobody dared to say anything to him (well, in Aya’s case he just had nothing
to say to his teammate), Omi because he felt guilty and Youji because he didn’t
know how to react.

“The
mission.” Aya said simply, alleviating slightly the obvious tension between his
teammates.

Manx
nodded and they watched the vi

 

After
they heard Persia, Manx proceed to explain what they had to do. “Everyone is
in. You’ll have to be extremely careful. The reason we’re giving you this
mission is that Schwarz will be there. They’ve been hired as the target’s
bodyguards.” She turned the tv off. “All the additional info you might need is
in this folder. Good luck.” She said and left upstairs.

Ken
left after she did so and locked himself into his bedroom.

The
other three remained in the mission room.

Omi
sighed and hung his head. “It’s a good thing that Ken-kun came back safe ne?”
he saidno ono one in particular.

“Yeah.”
Youji murmured and rose to his feet. “The chicken will arrive soon, we better
prepare to eat.”

Aya
didn’t say anything, but he headed upstairs.

Omi
caught Youji’s sleeve before the playboy could also leave. “What’s it chibi?”

“Youji-kun…
do you think Ken-kun will forgive me?”

“I
don’t know..” The older man winked at him. “Why don’t you go tell him to come
down to lunch? You can ask him that yourself. I can’t answer to that.”

He
continued upstairs. “Youji-kun?” Omi called him when he was halfway upstairs.

Youji
turned to look at him and arched a brow in question.

“Sorry.”
He whispered.

His
friend just shrugged.

 

But
before Omi could go to the brunette’s room, he heard a door unlock and watched
how Aya dragged Ken towards the kitchen.

 

When
he entered the kitchen, the others were already eating, silently.

It
was a very awkward situation.

The
young blonde sat on a chair and started eating his lunch, trying not to move
too much or say something that would change the tense air of the room.

“Etoo..
I- I’m sorry Ken-kun. I-” he gaped when Ken got up and emptied his practically
untouched dish into the trash can, leaving the kitchen to lock himself into his
room again.

 

Ken
was confused and didn’t know what to do, how to act.

Omi…
he didn’t want to see the boy because he was sure he would punch him. It was a
good thing that he didn’t have the bugnuks there.

Youji…
he would throw himself out of the window if the blonde said anything to him. He
couldn’t face him now that his friend knew he loved him.

And
about Aya… well he didn’t give a shit about what he did or said so he wasn’t a
problem.

 

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

 

The
offices for Omi, the corridors were assigned to Youji and Ken, and the target
to Aya.

When
he made sure Omi was safe into the offices, the redhead ran through the now free
of bodyguards corridors, noticing that Youji was currently fighting Schuldig
and Farfello was stabbing Ken with no mercy. It was obvious that rianrian wasn’t
at his best physical moment, and he still had his arm bandaged so he could use
only one claw, but he was distracted, so Farfello could cut him every now and
then and his leather jacket was already stained with blood.

But
he continued forth, his teammates would have to fight Schwarz alone. “Bombay,
status.” He ordered through his earpiece when he got another floor up and
stopped to catch his breath.

“I’m fine, I’ve already hacked into three
computers.” Came the boy’s answer a few seconds later.

“Siberian,
status.”

There
were some curses but finally, Ken answered. “I’m trying to- k’so!” he could hear his teammate insulting the
Irishman and the sound of the claws against his enemy’s knives.

“Balinese,
status.”

“I’m trying to catch Mastermind. Siberian and
the psycho boy are out of sight.” That was Youji’s worried answer.

He
turned the mic of his earpiece off and unsheathed his katana.

“Ran,
status.” That was Crawford’s low whisper on his ear.

 

Tsu
zu ku…

 

 

Hee…
gomen ne for taking me so long to update!! I wanted the chapter to include the
whole mission, but this chappie was too long already (the longest so far for
this fic) so I left the end of the mission for next chapter.

I’m
in a bad mood today so the notes won’t be too long (my tablet has died which
means I can’t color anything on the computer until I get another one, and I don’t
have a fucking mouse so I can’t do anything on my computer [it0s a miracle I
can wordword and internet explorer, but it’s very limited])

 

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