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Demon\'s Dreaming	By : phemonoe Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Pairings:
Schuldig x Ran, Yohji x Ran, Crawford + Schuldig + Ran
Warnings:
Spoilers for entire series, severely AU, m/m relationships (a.k.a. yaoi), harsh
language, violence, lemon...the list goes on and on.
Disclaimer:
Sadly, I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters. I merely use them for
my own amusement.

Demon’s Dreaming

Chapter 7: Variegated

“This sucks.”

Yohji resisted the urge to roll his eyes, flashing an indulgent
grin at Ken instead. The soccer player had been whining incessantly for the
last few days, perturbed by the nearly constant rainfall that had put the
damper on his team’s footie tourney. The footballer has been on edge for a
while now – hell, all of them had, for that matter – and this latest
disappointment seemed to be the last straw.

The last few months had been difficult for Weiss, as they were
confronted by a new, more powerful enemy. Omi’s near defection and Yohji’s
descent into ever more destructive behaviour had nearly torn the team apart,
and even now they struggled to regain their footing. Through it all, Yohji had
pushed the mystery surrounding Fujimiya Ran to the back of his mind… how
surprising then, when Omi had called him into his room earlier, luring him with
the promise of new information on the “case.”

When Yohji had first entered the room, Omi had closed a screen
hastily, darting a quick look back over his shoulder with a nervy smile. Odd. Yohji filed the strange reaction away for later musing,
then plastered a smile on his face and closed the door behind.

“I’ve found something that you may be interested in Yohji… it’s
kind of grainy but…”

“Taking a walk on the wild side, huh?” Yohji interrupted. He
couldn’t resist taking these little digs at Tsukiyono, amused by how flustered
the kid could get by the very suggestion of something illicit… hardly the
reaction one expected from someone who had been taking lives for years. “Naughty naughty, Omi-chan.”

“Yohji-kun!” Omi,
blushing furiously, turned his face to the screen. “As I was saying, this is an
undated picture of the Fujimiya family. The article I found says that Mr. and
Mrs. Fujimiya, and their daughter were killed in an explosion at their home two
and a half years ago and…the son, Ran, initially survived, but passed away a
few hours later.”

Yohji looked at Omi as though the boy was insane. “Bullshit. I saw
this kid,” he pointed at the smiling boy in the photograph, “lying in a
hospital bed not six weeks ago.”

“I know that. I also know that someone,” Omi stressed the
last word, “doesn’t want anyone to know that Fujimiya Ran is still alive. They
went to all the trouble of faking his death, just like they did ours, but he
hasn’t been placed like we have. Instead he’s been lying in that room all this
time, and that I… that I don’t understand.”

Yohji frowned, unsettled by Omi’s confusion. He knew good and well
that the boy was human and therefore fallible, but he’d never seen him so lost.
The past few weeks of dealing with and disposing of members of his family had
been a nasty bit of business, and he couldn’t really imagine what the kid was
feeling.

Then again, the appearance of Takatori Masafumi and his merry band
of homicidal bitches had hit close to home for Yohji as well.

The woman was a carbon copy of his lost partner, though she seemed
to hold none of Asuka’s passion. Her detachment even during their skirmishes
wrenched at his heart, even as her devotion to that monster, coerced or not,
goaded him toward blind rage.

Yohji didn’t do rage well.

“I’m tired of this place.”

Aya had to suppress a smile. If Ran knew how much he sounded like
a petulant child at the moment, he would most likely withdraw even further into
himself… literally. The urge to laugh faded at that thought, and the girl
frowned instead.

Ran’s behaviour had been even stranger than usual lately, or as
strange as it could be considering none of his actions were real. It occurred
to her that she wasn’t exactly sure as to where his body was, or even the
condition that it was in. It would do neither of them any good if his physical
form were to be destroyed or harmed in some way as logically, his mind would be
affected as well. As much as she didn’t want Ran to wake up in order to
preserve herself, it was becoming more and more clear that without any regard
to his physicality Ran was going… off, for lack of a better word.

As much as it galled her, there wasn’t much that she could do in
that regard, however. She didn’t want Ran to wake up and forget about her, but
it wouldn’t do to have him lose his mind either. On the other hand, even if he did
wake up there wasn’t any way for her to be sure that he would be safe. He could
be in a body that had long since atrophied and died, or even worse, be the
subject of study. She shuddered, imagining the terror and pain he would
experience on the outside. Better to keep him safe and relatively sane here,
than broken and exploited there.

She had just opened her mouth to suggest that he change the
scenery again when she felt it. The difference was slight, a light pressure at
the back of her mind (or Ran’s, rather), but it was there nonetheless. Her lips
bore back in an unconscious snarl. It was that… monster. That
beast. A bloody demon sent to torment her and, well, she still wasn’t
quite sure of what it was that he wanted with Ran.

Aya clambered to her feet, ready to grab the boy’s hand and run—to
hell with dignity—but it was too late. The familiar brassy red hair came into
view, followed by the sneer and obnoxious green jacket. She clenched her hands,
letting them ball into fists, ignoring the phantom pain caused by her nails
digging into her palms. It wasn’t as
though she could really feel it, something whispered at the back of her
mind, and she brushed it away. More of his games, no doubt.

Ran’s head turned slightly, slowly, the motion devoid of the panicked,
jerky motions of the earlier encounters. As she realised that this did not bode
well for her own plans, she suppressed a flash of realer pain, hardening her
heart against it. That man wouldn’t win… she wouldn’t let him. She would make
Ran see just how dangerous this play interaction was, and how close he was to
ensuring their ruin.

Aya could sense the amusement rolling off of the telepath, and her
fists tightened further. She was powerless against him, and she knew it. She
was just intangible enough that she would not hold up against a mental
onslaught, unless… her gaze slid to Ran. His mind was still fragile, though no
longer on the brink of shattering. He was also like Schuldig in a way, although
his curse differed from the man’s in a way that her original’s had not.

On the other hand, if Ran were to attack the telepath here, in the
relative safety of his own mind, there was no guarantee that he could rein his
power in enough to avoid destroying them both as well. Once again, it was a
risk that she just couldn’t take at this juncture.

As the flame-haired man neared, her fists tightened to the point
that, if she had been able to truly feel, the movement would have been
agonizing. She would watch, and wait, and when the time was right… both she and
Ran would strike.

“Schuldig.”

Not much in the way of a greeting, but Schuldig was pleasantly
surprised by it nonetheless. The bitch continued to glare at him, obviously not
pleased by his presence, but he ignored her in favour of observing his target, who had risen as he approached. The boy looked much the same
as he always did, if not a bit more at ease in his own mind, and he had tensed
only slightly when the telepath had appeared. It seemed that he was making
progress, albeit slowly. He could only hope that his appointed actions today
would not make their…relationship…take a step backwards.

“Ran.” Schuldig bowed his head
slightly, smirking at the young woman’s answering scowl. Ran’s odd-coloured
eyes flicked to the girl, then back to the other man’s face, a slight frown
marring his lips. “I take it that you are doing well.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Aya!”

“Ah, the littlest Fujimiya.” The
girl bristled visibly, and Schuldig smirked again before continuing. “I would
inquire as to your health but,” he shrugged helplessly, “we are all aware of
your present condition.” Ignoring her indignant squawk, Schuldig returned his
attention to the silent boy, whose eyes had narrowed considerably.

“What are you doing
here?”

Schuldig shrugged again, briefly considering having a seat in the
sand and making himself comfortable, before quickly dismissing the thought.
Truth be told, there was a very good chance that Ran would react badly to
today’s little revelations, and he needed the advantage of his speed should the
need to flee arise. One of the peculiarities of Ran’s mind was that, most
likely due to his comatose state, Schuldig could not
simply “wrench” his own consciousness from the boy’s. The fact that he had to
actually enter and exit through some useless parody of a gate galled him to no
end, and he had begun to suspect that the brat had meddled with her brother’s
mind at the moment of her death more than he had originally surmised. If there
was one person he could bring back to life, only to kill again…

Ran was frowning again, and looking decidedly uncomfortable. The
revenant hovered nearby, though thankfully, remained silent. Although he
appeared outwardly calm, his own nerves were stretched tight in both
anticipation and dread. He had hounded Crawford for months regarding Fujimiya’s
ultimate fate, and had been delighted when, only days before this little
meeting, Brad had casually mentioned that now would be a good time to get the
ball rolling on the little bitch’s destruction. He had also hinted that Schuldig’s
original plan to simply ‘enlighten’ Ran would prove to be a crude, but
effective method – all he needed to do was light the charge, and the powder keg
would take care of itself. Now that the moment had come, and victory was
relatively close at hand however, he felt a bit uneasy. Ran’s Gift was
notoriously unpredictable, and while Schuldig was almost certain that he couldn’t actually be destroyed while
here, the same couldn’t be said for Ran himself.

He didn’t even want to consider the shitstorm that would follow if
he allowed the boy… no, young man, to die by his own hand after all.

“It’s time for us to have a little chat.” Schuldig paused,
realizing that he wasn’t quite sure as to how to go about this, before he
realized that there was no ‘good way’ to do it and simply forged on. “You
should know just how deep this little demon’s,” he nodded at ‘Aya’
“machinations truly go.”

Ran didn’t so much as glance at the girl,
though his gaze grew minutely colder. “She and I have reached an understanding.
There will be no interference on her part when you wake me.”

Schuldig sincerely doubted that, but knew better than to pursue it
at the moment. Perhaps after the boy learned what had been done to his darling
sister, he would be less apt to trust something that had stolen her image.

The telepath shook his head, both to clear his own jumbled
thoughts—apparently, the result of playing too long in an increasingly dormant
mind—and to negate the boy’s statement. “We shall see, and cross that bridge
when we come to it. I wasn’t referring to her interest in keeping you…
dreaming, however.”

“Oh.” Ran blinked, and Schuldig had to suppress the urge to laugh.
The other redhead was obviously confused, and a bit off balance at having the
subject dismissed so readily. Seeing his chance, Schuldig moved in for the
kill.

“That creature had the gall to wear your sister’s face, so soon
after it had a hand in ending her life.”

Rather than the stunned silence he expected, the boy laughed. The
sound was harsh, and even Aya appeared surprised,
though she kept her eyes on Schuldig.

“She didn’t even exist before… before all of this.” Ran waved his
hand to indicate their surroundings. “How could she have had anything to do
with the explosion?”

“True. You and I both know that the explosion didn’t kill your
sister… ne, Ran?”

At that Ran did freeze, and the temperature, until now reminiscent
of spring, dropped a few notches. The girl’s face was stricken, her eyes now
darting between Schuldig and her ‘brother’, as if unsure of which she should be
wary of.

It was a while before Ran spoke again, enough time for Schuldig to
regroup and actually think about his
next move.

“What happened to my sister?”

The boy’s voice was deceptively calm, but the telepath knew better
than to let his guard down. He edged away slightly,
markedly unsure of how the boy would react to the news—to the truth of what had
befallen his precious ‘Aya-chan.’

“Yes, Fujimiya Aya. We’ve been skirting the issue long enough,
don’t you think?” Schuldig braced himself, reinforcing his mental defenses even
as he took another careful step back, though he didn’t move far away enough to
prevent his containment of the boy should it become necessary.

“You were there.” Ran’s voice was still quite low, and Schuldig
resisted the urge to lean forward in hopes of hearing him. He didn’t think that
the boy would go so far as to *physically* attack him, but it was better to err
on the side of caution than take a chance that would leave him mentally
smarting for a few days, considering the boy’s strength. “You were there,
right? Did you have something to do with it?” The boy looked to Aya-chan, eyes
widening. “Is that what you’ve been trying to tell me?”

Aya stiffened, knowing and dreading what was coming. She shot
Schuldig a pleading look, but the expression of gloating anticipation on the
German’s face was enough to tell her that he would not grant them this mercy.

“Ran, wait, don’t-”

“Quiet!” Schuldig barked, before turning to face the young man. “I
thought you’d have realised by now, Ran.”

The boy remained silent, and Aya flinched. He was going to listen
to Schuldig, and when he heard what the man had to say… all hell would break
loose.

“I didn’t kill your sister.”

Schuldig was delighted to see that the girl didn’t dare look at
the other young man, her gaze fixed somewhere on the sand beneath their feet.
He allowed the silence to stretch, drinking in Ran’s frustration and growing
apprehension.

“You did.”

Notes: At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I really,
truly hate this chapter. Well, perhaps hate is too strong a word, but to have
spent so much time on it, eking out word after word only to have it turn out so
short and strangely anticlimactic, I think I’m entitled to a bit of cringing.
At any rate, the next chapter is ¼ of the way done, but honestly, after a year
of not updating, I won’t even bother with a potential posting date. Hopefully, it will be up by the end of
July.

As to why it has taken me so long to update, uh… well, I’ve been
ridiculously busy with work, and then I fell into DBSK fandom, which eats up a
surprising amount of time. Many apologies to any who actually still want to
read this!
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