By Scarlet Fever
I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sounds of everything, everyone around me. It was so easy to lose myself completely. I often wondered if I would forget who I was, myself being lost in the sea of the thoughts of others. Did I even really care? Who was I anyway, besides a mere assassin, a figure bodyguard…?
We were waiting in a darkened room. Our current assignment was to get rid of some sort of computer mogul, for his company was interfering with the success of our bosses. I found it to be boring. What a surprise. It took a lot to peak my interest. I studied my nails in the dim light. When that failed to hold my attention, I looked over to my teammates. I began to amuse myself by probing into their minds on gentle feet. Nagi’s thought process was rather glum. He seemed depressed over lost love. Tot? No, someone else. Before I could delve who it was, he looked over at me. There was a dirty look on his youthful, almost pretty face. He glared at me for a few seconds before turning his mind off to me. Well, if he wouldn’t let me in, I could find amusement elsewhere. Crawford was sitting in the chair of our target. It was his idea to wait here, to shock him before killing him. Sometimes Brad amazed me. His coldness, his bloodlust, could rival even Farfarello’s, but he was more reserved. His cold brown eyes observed all from behind his glasses. I had never considered brown eyes to be cold, except for on Crawford. People with brown eyes always looked like puppies. If that were true, Crawford was a German Shepherd, snarling and foaming at the mouth. Well, foaming maybe more described Farfarello. I had always found Crawford to be fascinating. Today, he had ditched his typical cream coloured suit, and was wearing a tailored black suit, it’s coat long and old-fashioned. His tie was also black, all of it contrasting against the blood red shirt. Red, so bright, almost liquid. Like blood, the blood that we were about to spill. I could see the red now, splattering all over the walls. If Crawford had wanted me to keep my attention on the mission, he shouldn’t have dressed so nice. It made me want him. Well, part of me always wanted him. He was such a challenge. Was that all I wanted? A challenge?
Speaking of dogs, I looked up as I heard chains clinking together. Farfarello was perched on the desk, his legs swinging over the edge. The rattling had been a combination of the buckles on Farfarello’s bondage pants, and the leash that was around his neck. Crawford looked over, the other end of the chain lead in his calm hand. He must have sensed that the psycho would be hard to control tonight. However, Farfarello seemed eerily calm. Like the eye of a hurricane. He looked back at our leader as he felt a tug on his restraint. I didn’t even bother to delve into his mind. It was an all day sort of thing to wade through the Irishman’s mind. I also began to lose sense on reality when I read his thoughts too often. He looked back at me, his too pale flesh almost glowing in the low light. He looked like a strange, scarred angel, his pale hair a halo around his almost fair face. If he wasn’t so fucking crazy, he’d be hot. Well, his insanity hadn’t stopped me from trying to fuck him. Crawford had to get in the way of that, though, didn’t he? Sometimes I think Brad doesn’t want me to have any fun. Maybe because he isn’t having any. I snickered at my own thought, which caused Farfarello to raise a curious eyebrow at me.
He had a look on his face that intrigued me. It was contented, peaceful. It caused me to furrow my brow. I was about to go into his mind to find out what made him so happy, when I picked up the faint trace of an outside thought pattern. Show time.
Brad simply smiled, the harsh grin spreading across his set mouth. He already had a plan. I could tell, even without looking in his mind. I couldn’t look in his mind. He had closed himself off to me… again. He didn’t like letting me in. That thought almost hurt me, but made the challenge all the sweeter. Crawford was going to have Nagi hold our little victim back long enough, and then Brad would release Farfarello to do the nasty work, which the Cyclops would more than enjoy.
The door opened, and a stout man with a briefcase came through. He didn’t even notice us as the dark room was bathed in light. The light had a red tinge. His suit was also red, a deep burgundy, the colour of dried blood. How appropriate. When he noticed us, his eyes widened with shock, his briefcase falling from his grip. Nagi used the opportunity to hold the poor soul’s feet to the ground. I had to admit that I was more than a little pleased to see the fear in his eyes. I saw Farfarello’s hands curl around the edge of the desk. He was practically creaming himself in anticipation.
Brad laughed low in his throat, unceremoniously dropping the chained leash on the ground. It clattered on the hard, varnished surface of the desk. As my psychotic teammate jumped at his prey, I sensed that we weren’t alone.
“Someone’s here….” I whispered.
“I know. I foresaw it, Schuldich….” Crawford murmur. I could see the cold glint of pleasure in his eyes as one of Farfarello’s loved daggers plunged into a fleshy shoulder. “We shall have some fun….”
“Weiß….” I trailed off, smirking.
As if on cue, I quickly noticed a long, thin strand of wire cut through the darkness. I couldn’t help but snicker. Weiß were so predictable. Didn’t they know that we would be ready for them at any given moment? I looked over at Nagi, who nodded. He closed his eyes, and I could hear a groan. The lights flickered on, and the four Weiß fools were pinned to the wall. I noticed that the youngest, Omi, and Yohji, their own personal male slut, were slumping. Hmmm, was it rash to think of Yohji as a male slut? Wasn’t he their answer to me? Well, I guess I’m a slut, too.
“What’s the point of barging in here?” I asked, standing in front of Ken. He snarled up at me. I just laughed. “He’s already dead, you know… Or are you here to settle with us?”
Ken just bared his teeth at me, his dark eyes flashing angrily. Now, there was somebody with puppy dog eyes. He cast his evil glare away from me, looking over at Nagi, almost pleading, which I found interesting. Now, there was a place my mind could travel to later. I shook my head, looking at Aya, their cold leader. He just stared at me. Not with the same anger and open raw adrenaline that the brunette had, but with cold indifference. Like he was staring at a tree or parking meter. From our many encounters with them, I had always found him interesting. His hair was like blood. I was almost jealous. I was a redhead as well, but his hair was a prettier shade than mine. His eyes were also very pretty, like amethyst, like gems in his face. On more than one occasion, Farfarello had discussed cutting his ‘pretty body’, making him run as red as his ‘pretty hair’. I was beginning to see what Farfarello saw. Would his blood be as red as his hair, as cold as his eyes?
I noticed that he was looking at me strangely. I probed into his mind, which caused his cold, elegant eyes to slide shut. He wasn’t used to having his mind invaded, wasn’t prepared for it. I saw concern for his sister. How odd. His sister seemed to be the only person he was concerned for. I had a sister, in a past life, in my life before I became Schuldich, before I was guilty, and, sure, I had cared for her, but Aya’s thoughts were bordering on strange. I titled my head at him, almost feeling pity. What a sad existence, when you’re too afraid to let anyone but your own flesh and blood in….
“Schuldich….”
I turned, looking at Brad, who had called my name.
What is it, Crawford?
We’re leaving.
I raised my eyebrows at him. You can’t be serious…..
There will be a time for this later. Come. “Farfarello…”
The Irishman was ignoring our leader. He was pacing back and forth in front of our pinned enemies, like a caged tiger, licking his blood-drenched knife. He kept eyeing Aya in particular, tracing the red, red hair with his solitary amber eye. The side of his face was splattered by the blood of the fallen businessman, totally forgotten in his drying, cooling pool of red. None of us really cared about him. Perhaps the cerulean eyed child of Weiß, or Ken, whom Nagi seemed to be looking at an awful lot, cared, but the rest of us? Fuck him.
“Schuldich…..”
I grudgingly nodded, following him. Crawford had to physically drag Farfarello away. He put the leash back on the silver haired man, pulling Farfarello like he was a pet. Frankly, Farfie didn’t seem to mind. I could still see the bloodlust running in his uncovered eye. I just shook my head at our American leader. “We could have offed them right then and there…..”
“What would be the fun in that…?” Crawford asked lowly as we walked outside to our waiting car. Nagi was still looking back. I could tell that he was still using his telekinesis, still holding Weiß back, waiting until we left. As we walked out of the building, a woman passed us. She raised her eyebrows at Farfarello. Well, it did look sort of out of place, I guess. A distinguished looking American in a tailored suit leading around a guy by a leash, who was wearing an eyepatch and had blood splattered on his face. I giggled slightly. It just sounded so funny in my head.
Before Brad could react, Farfarello pulled away, the chain yanked out of Brad’s palm. He pounced on the shocked woman, laughing, cackling all the while. He repeatedly plunged his daggers into her chest, using both hands to stab her again and again, with such a fervor that made even me raise my eyebrows. Her chest quickly became a mess of stab wounds, red and pulpy. So much red, staining the pale concrete beneath her body. Red…. Pooling everywhere. Nagi and I just watched, somewhat shocked. Farfarello wasn’t exactly a picture of restraint, but this was ridiculous. Crawford moved quickly, pulling the rangy body off of the now sieved corpse. He held the squirming Irishman against his chest, dragging him to the car. He threw him in the backseat, his face dark.
“Nagi, hold him down….” Brad muttered, getting behind the wheel.
The diminutive boy nodded, his eyes narrowed in weariness. He slid into the backseat of the car with Farfarello, whose pale hair was now stained red. Like Aya. Farfie just laughed, slumping back in his seat, letting Nagi hold him down. “I made God suffer.”
I rolled my eyes, while Brad frowned deeply. “You also put us in jeopardy. What if someone had seen you acting so rashly?” Crawford’s voice was even and calm, but I could hear the hard edge to it. He was angry. “I guess I’m not surprised, though,” He muttered in English.
Farfarello just laughed, almost giggling.
We drove the rest of the way back in silence. I kept thinking about Weiß, about Aya. His hair was so red, his eyes so cold. If I didn’t know better, I would say he was perfect Schwarz material. I craned my neck so I could look at Nagi in the backseat. The teenager was warily looking at Farfarello, who was still smiling like the cat who caught the canary.
So…. What’s with you and Siberian?
Nagi just glared at me. I don’t know what you’re talking about….
Oh, don’t play dumb…..I rolled my eyes as
Nagi closed his mind to me. I just
smirked, facing forward again. I’ll
find out sooner or later. You may as
well just tell me now…..
Screw you, Schuldich.
I chuckled. An
interesting proposal, little one. But,
there are more important conquests before you.
I’m hurt.
That was the last thing that Nagi said to me. He went back to his appointed task of watching Farfarello. I began to plan in my mind. If Crawford was angry at Farfarello, he probably wouldn’t care so much if I fucked the psycho’s brains out. I didn’t see what Brad’s problem was. Sex was sex. Maybe that was my problem.
I sighed, looking out the window as the streets whizzed by. Is that why I always felt partly empty? Because everything was so hollow, just a deed? I never took anything to heart, except completing a challenge, and when I completed it, I dropped it, because it wasn’t a challenge anymore. Would it be that way if I fucked Farfarello? If I fucked Crawford? I propped my chin up with my heel. Maybe I was doing this just to push people away. I smiled to myself, thinking, likening myself to Aya. He pushed people away. But I, unlike him, reveled in human companionship. I was the sort of person who couldn’t be alone.
What would it be like to melt you, Aya? I asked, purposely sending my thought to him. I knew he would hear it. What would he say? Would he blush as red as his hair, or would he be disgusted? I had the feeling that he was still pure, which sort of excited me. Either reaction made me smile. I began to laugh to myself, which caused Crawford to look over at me, less than amused.
Oh, lighten up! I snapped, glaring at
him. I think the stick up your ass
is starting to get a stick up its ass.
“I’m not in the mood, Schuldich….” Crawford stated, a warning tone in his voice.
I made a face at him and turned back to the window. The rest of the drive was taken in silence.
As soon as we arrived home, Crawford had dragged Farfarello into his room, or cell, whatever he preferred to call it. I was amusing myself by listening in on the conversation. Brad was yelling at Farfarello in English, and the Irishman was responding in kind. They were speaking in their native tongue rather quickly, but I was able to understand rather well.
I should kill you, you know. You always put us in danger. We may be killers, but you have to control
yourself!
Control myself?
Control myself??!! I made God suffer!
I made him weep! Where do I need
control in that??!!
If you don’t settle down, I’ll restrain you….
Yes, yes, until you need me again. Your threads are idle, Brad.
You think so?
You think you’re so fucking great, don’ t you?!
I am a warrior against God.
Shut the fuck up with that! As far as Schwarz is concerned, I am your
God. You do as I tell you!
I laughed, which caused Nagi to avert his gaze from the television. He raised his eyebrows at me. “What’s so funny?”
“Just something on TV….”
“I’m watching the news……” Nagi furrowed his pale brow.
“Okay, okay,” I replied breathlessly, still laughing. “You should hear what Crawford just said to Farfarello!!” I began laughing again. In my head, I could also hear Farfarello laugh.
The laughter continued. That was quite amusing, Brad.
Thank you.
I wasn’t being funny.
Oh, I’m sorry…..
If you go against me one more time, I will kill you….. Crawford trailed off, his voice becoming quiet in my head.
You sound as if you wouldn’t enjoy it…. Farfarello sounded bemused.
You know I would not…..
There was a silence in the conversation that I found interesting. When I heard a gentle moan, which sounded like Farfarello, I jumped off the couch, and hovered outside Farfarello’s door.
“What are you….” Nagi began, but I silenced him with a hand motion.
I found that the door wasn’t locked, so I slowly and silently pushed it open. What I saw didn’t really surprise me, but something in me felt a sense of loss. I watched as Crawford pressed his body to Farfarello’s as they kissed deeply. Farfarello’s pale, bloodstained hands were gripping the front of Brad’s blood red shirt, so all I could see next to the black of Crawford’s suit and the white of Farfarello’s hands was the red, the blood. So red…..
Their lips slowly moved against each other’s, and I knew that it was more than just a spur of the moment thing. There was familiarity there. Brad Crawford and Farfarello? What an odd pair. Well, even the pair of Crawford and myself, or Farfarello and myself seemed odd. My eyebrows shot up when I heard a moan from Brad. It sounded so unlike him, so…. Contented. And the fact that he was contented, aroused by Farfarello made it all the stranger. I turned as their bodies, limbs tangled together, lowered to the ground. There was a pang of jealousy in my chest somewhere. How could Farfarello, of all people, get what I was trying so hard to?!
I quickly went back to the living room. Nagi was heading out the door. Before I could question him mentally, he was gone, so I was alone. I was positive that Nagi was out, secretly meeting our enemy, secretly meeting Ken. So, Nagi and Ken, Brad and Farfarello. And I was alone. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be the one who always had a lover, each more meaningless than the last. I grabbed my jacket, snorting in anger. As I was shrugging into my coat, I stormed out the door. This wasn’t the way it was fucking supposed to be. I was supposed to be the one that everyone desired to fuck, who everyone needed in their bed. I wasn’t supposed to be alone. I didn’t like being alone.
I walked down the streets of Tokyo, lazily puffing on a cigarette. Even if I was surrounded by a myriad of people, I still felt alone. I didn’t really discuss it with anyone, but I always felt lonely. That’s why I invited almost anyone to my bed. I didn’t care who they were. I just wanted a warm body to make me feel wanted, needed, something I hadn’t felt in my entire life. But, the sluttiness, the empty sex… It only left me hollower, deeper in loneliness.
I stopped in front of a bar. I didn’t care which one it was, it was a place to drown in alcohol. The gaudy red light from the neon sign bathed my face, causing me to squint my eyes. The red was crass and annoying. I quickly went in. I ordered a Bloody Mary, and quickly downed the thick red liquid. It felt good, cool, trickling down my throat. The alcohol in it countered the coolness, gently, pleasurably burning my mouth. I began to look around, peeking into the thoughts of everyone around me. I didn’t really find much, because everyone was drunk. Their thoughts were jumbled and hard to understand. My ears perked up when I heard a familiar voice in my mind. It was Nagi. I scanned the bar quickly. He was too young to get in here…..
I spotted him. He was making his way to the door, hand in hand with the little Siberian. They were looking at each other, smiling. I had never seen Nagi smile like that. He looked so carefree, so happy. And the look on Ken’s face was a mirror of my teammate’s. I felt jealous, alone. Why hadn’t anyone smiled like that for me? Why hadn’t I smiled like that for anyone? My curiosity won out, and I followed them out, keeping myself far enough away as to not draw attention to myself. They walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand, not saying anything to each other. I gently went into their minds. All I found were contented thoughts about one another. From their thought patterns, I could tell that they were going somewhere to be alone, somewhere to have sex. They stopped, which caused me to stop as well. I just watched from the shadows. Nagi tilted his face up to Ken’s, kissing him gently.
“I love you….” Nagi whispered.
That caused me to almost gasp in shock. Nagi was in love with Ken? I would have let myself be lost in my own surprised thoughts, but a thought pattern entered my head. Just as surprised as myself. As Ken and Nagi walked away, I saw a solitary figure standing across the street. His black coat was flapping in the gentle breeze, his true red hair so bright against the dark.
Well, well, if it isn’t Abyssinian….
He looked up, surprised by my voice in his head. “You…..!!”
“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” I murmured, coming out of the shadows. “Your shock at seeing me can’t be as shocking as seeing Nagi and Ken together….”
Aya tilted his head at me. “I can tell that you are surprised, as well. I can hear it in your voice, see it in your eyes…..” His lavender eyes narrowed at me.
Very observant, aren’t you, Red?
Stay out of my mind…. His cool, throaty voice reverberated in my head, sending pleasured chills up my spine.
“Afraid of what I might find?” I asked, quickly
coming across the street. He remained
stationary, not backing down as I stopped directly in front of him. Afraid you might like it?
Aya scoffed at me. “I hardly think that is the case…..” His hand began to move to his waist.
“You do not need your weapon. If I were going to fight you, I could have done it already.” I smirked, flipping some of my copper hair out of my eyes. “I think there’s something you don’t want me to see. Or, you like it that I’m in your mind. It’s the closest thing to human contact you experience….”
The pale man just glared at me, his pristine red hair practically glowing under the dim light of the lamppost above us. “Don’t assume things you don’t know. Shouldn’t you be under someone right now?” He sneered at me, his carmine lips dark against the flash of his brilliant teeth. I wondered for a moment why Ken would go after Nagi when he had Aya standing right before him. It wasn’t like Nagi was unattractive, but there was something about the Weiß redhead that send warm waves of pleasure up my spine.
Aya must have noticed a change in the way I was looking at him, for he raised one slender, elegant eyebrow. He quicky turned on his heel, saying nothing to me. I probed into his mind, however. His thoughts were confused as to the look I had given him.
Are you as alone as I am, White Hunter? I thought to myself, watching his lean, willowy frame be swallowed by the darkness. I let a slow smile spread across my features as I made my way back to the bar, it’s garish red light spilling on the sidewalk. I felt like a challenge, and a challenge this would be…..
By the time I arrived home, it was quiet. I knew that Nagi would not return for the night, for he was probably panting and sweating under Ken at that very instant. I wondered what happened with Crawford and Farfarello. I saw that the psycho’s door was locked once more. I narrowed my eyes and went to Crawford’s door, gently pushing it open. He was laying in his bed, sleeping, or, at least pretending to be asleep.
Did you enjoy yourself? I asked into his mind.
You must have enjoyed watching….
I had to concede that I had. Even now, I looked down at his bared torso
with desire. So, this is why you’ve
always rejected my advances…Hmmm?
Crawford laughed. “I’ve rejected your advances because I don’t find you sexually attractive.”
“But you find Farfarello attractive?” I asked, surprised.
“That surprises you. You’ve had your share of surprises tonight, no?”
“You know, don’t you?” Schuldich smirked. “About our little teammate’s secret rendevous….”
“I do know…. I foresaw it.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, why are you letting it continue, then….?”
Crawford smirked. “Let Nagi have his fun for now….”
“You’re just saying that because you’re in the afterglow. I can’t see why you would be so improving of a relationship like this!!”
Brad looked at me, a strange look in his eyes. “Come back to me at a later time and repeat that statement to me….”
I just shook my head at him, leaving. I sat on the couch, thinking about my current situation in life. What was I anyway? I was Schuldich, but who was he exactly? The name wasn’t even my own. I closed my eyes, leaning back into the couch. I began to think of Aya again, his cold eyes and red, red hair. Like he was permanently stained with the blood of his victims. I knew he was lonely, as lonely as I was. He just handled it in a different way. He shut himself off from humanity, while I immersed myself in it. Both were actually a very cold way to live. I got up again, feeling adventurous. Maybe I would have a little fun in my search for companionship. I sure as hell wasn’t going to find it with Crawford. Farfarello had gotten there first. Maybe that’s why Brad had gotten so angry when I tried to fuck the Irishman. He didn’t want me nosing in on his territory.
I picked up my coat again, and sauntered out the door, in a much better mood than I had been earlier. I walked to my destination, knowing the way very well. When I reached the infamous flower shop, I just stood outside it.
Are you awake, little Abyssinian? I called
into his head. If he wasn’t awake, he
would be now. I laughed. Hmmm, I’m outside. I can sense your confusion…..
I waited for a few moments, leaning against the lamppost, lazily smoking a cigarette. My patience was rewarded when he came out. He had his long, buckled trenchcoat on, but I could tell he wasn’t wearing a shirt under it, and the thought thrilled me.
“What the fuck do you want?” Aya hissed. He was carrying his katana, unsheathed. It glinted in the light of the moon.
“Can’t we just talk?” I asked teasingly. The angry look in his eyes only fueled the
desire and mischief that I felt. I wanted
to make your loneliness go away….
“Shut the fuck up….” Aya muttered, stepping towards me. He looked so beautiful and feral, and I was wondering why I had ever wasted all that energy on Crawford.
I know you’re lonely. I can read your mind, remember?
Aya blinked a few times. “Of course I remember! Stay out of my thoughts, you freak….”
Tut, tut. Come on…. Can’t we keep each other company? Yohji is gone, fucking some woman, no doubt… Omi is too absorbed in his own problems… Ken is off with a certain somebody, and your sister is in a coma. Who else do you have?
Aya just glared at me. But, I could hear the nagging doubt in his mind. He knew that I was right. He could feel me in his mind, and shut his eyes to the invasion, trying to turn his thoughts off.
“I come here as an offering….” I purred, my face hovering just before his. I could feel his breath on my cheek, which was quickening. I could hear his heartbeat in my mind. “What, am I that unappealing to you?” I leaned in, kissing his surprise parted lips. I made the kiss soft and gentle, just exploring his mouth, exploring his taste. He tasted wonderful. So innocent, yet so dark, so brooding. He was motionless against my mouth, shock rendering his reflexes useless. When my tongue began to move past his surprisingly supple, soft lips, he struggled, pulling away from my kiss. It wasn’t our kiss, because he hadn’t done anything.
When I looked back into his eyes, he was completely shocked and at a loss as to what to do or say. I could see his grip on his sword shaking.
“That was nice,” I whispered. And I know that you agree with me….. I ran my palm down his chest, paying particular attention to his bared flesh. His skin was so pale, so smooth. “How long has it been since anyone touched you like this….
Nobody has ever touched me like this….
I raised my eyebrows at him, at the mental slip. He looked down at his feet, obviously embarrassed at what he revealed to me.
Was I your first kiss? I asked cattily, taunting. But, I was shocked. Look at him, he was gorgeous, and he had never even been touched before?? It seemed wrong.
“Why are you doing this?”
I smirked at him, turning on my heel. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” I asked, walking away. I could tell that he was still standing in the same place, as stationary as the flowers within the shop, and just as lovely. I placed my fingertips to my lips, Aya’s taste still hanging on them.
It had been three days since I had kissed the Weiß leader. Three days of fun on my part. I would send Aya little messages, send him brief flashes of our kiss. I could tell that he was trying to ignore me. Every once and a while, I would go to the flower shop, but only when the others weren’t around. I wanted to use his feelings of loneliness to my advantage. After all, I wasn’t turning warm and fuzzy. I wanted the advantage. Tonight, I was at the same bar that I had seen Nagi and Ken at, again drowning in an order of Bloody Marys. I was somewhat depressed at Aya’s willpower, which was great. I could tell I was making him hot under the collar, but he was holding out. Maybe it was just me, wanting to think he was lonely. I was tuning out everyone around me, just wanting to lose myself in the alcohol. I wanted to forget how Crawford would rather have Farfarello, how Nagi and Ken were continuing their tawdry ‘fulfilling’ relationship, how my little game with Aya was going absolutely nowhere. I propped my chin up on my hand, staring into the red liquid. Red, like his hair.
If it isn’t the little mindreader…
I turned, lazily looking at who addressed me. My eyes met the endless amethyst sea of Aya’s eyes. I raised my eyebrows, unable to contain my surprise. “Aya?”
“You seem surprised to see me….”He trailed off, sitting at the bar beside me. He looked over at me from under his veil of blood red hair. “You’ve been hounding me for three days. Why?”
I could tell that he didn’t think I would tell him. I placed my drink down on the bar, flipping my hair off my shoulders. “You intrigue me, Aya Fujimiya.”
He blinked at me, surprised by my response, surprised that I would even give an answer. “I intrigue you….?”
I laughed. “Yes, you do, little Abyssinian. You do intrigue me.”
“But, why?”
I found that I didn’t have to read Aya’s thoughts, for he was spilling his mind with his words. His mental control was impressive to me. “Because we’re the same.”
He snorted. “Why, because we both have red hair?”
“Hardly,” I replied dryly. “Inside. We’re the same. We just handle things differently. Your loneliness is the same as mine.”
He just raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk coming across his face. I could tell by his thoughts that he was thinking of our kiss. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. This time, I was the one who was rendered useless, who couldn’t move. The move on his part had shocked me, for he hadn’t thought about it. He didn’t really seem to be thinking about much of anything. His tongue slowly snaked into my mouth, chasing after my own still one. I gasped into his mouth at his boldness. Before I could respond, he pulled away, leaving me feeling cold and exposed. He stood quickly, turning on his heel. He gave me one last smirk before sauntering away, engulfed by the crowd.
Aya Fujimiya left me with a lot to think about.
I was sitting on the couch, smoking. Crawford was giving me dirty looks, for I was blowing it at him, on purpose. Farfarello was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, by Brad’s feet, almost like a pet. That probably wasn’t the intent, but I connected the scene that way. I began to think of my own little pet. He hadn’t said anything to me since he kissed me. I could tell that he was thinking about it, with amusement. That left me somewhat disturbed. When had Aya and I switched places in my little game? I grumbled to myself, getting off the couch with such force that it unsettled the laptop sitting on Crawford’s lap.
“Have fun….” Brad muttered, straightening his computer. There was hidden meaning in his voice.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, you too….” I chuckled, patting Farfarello on the head. I sauntered out the door, giving a look of boredom to Crawford. He was so dull. Beige. Not like Aya. Red. I walked lazily, but quickly. Even if I had wanted to walk at a leisurely pace, my legs never seemed to let me. I was blessed and cursed with quick speed. As I walked, I lit a cigarette, planning what I was going to say to him. I had to admit that I was a little infatuated with Aya Fujimiya, Ran Fujimiya, Abyssinian, all of it. That thought was strange to me, because we didn’t really interact with each other outside the little web of contact I had created. He seemed sort of far away, but tonight I wanted to reach out and touch him. I had planned this game thus far, but right now, I was flying by my ass, totally without a plan.
As I neared the flower shop, I stopped, noticing a familiar figure. He was wearing his usual trenchcoat. It clung to his waist, making him look sensual.
How did I know you would come? He asked, cocking his head at me. His crimson hair was so bright.
Call it intuition. Waiting for me, huh? I smirked, cocky as I stomped out the butt of my cigarette.
“You were the one who came running to me……” He raised an eyebrow. I could tell that he was unarmed. There were various thoughts going through his head at that moment. I waded through them. He was as unprepared as I was. Neither of us really knew what to do. It made me wish that I had thought this plan through better. I walked over to him, wondering what he would do. He seemed tense, but there weren’t any thoughts really going through his head.
I quickly kissed him, flanking the sides of his face with my hands. At first, he didn’t react, mirroring his last reaction. But, after a few seconds, his tongue pushed past my lips, into my mouth.
What am I doing? He’s Schwarz…. His thoughts trailed off, remembering that I could hear them as well.
And you’re Weiß.
What’s the big deal?
We’re enemies!
But, I asked into his head, caressing his
tongue with my own. Doesn’t it feel
good to be touched by human hands, to be wanted?
But….
And I WANT you.
Aya moaned into my mouth, letting me kiss him,
letting me dominate him. You’re the
only person who’s ever said that….. And you’re my enemy….
Not tonight, I’m not.
Aya stopped our mental conversation, pulling on the front of my jacket. From his thoughts, I knew that he was leading me into an alley beside the flower shop. This excited me. I was always a sucker for fucking outside. I didn’t know if Aya wanted me to fuck him, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I had been sincere. Once we were safely in the shadows of the alley, I began ripping at his clothes. I raised my eyebrows at the fact that he was only wearing a pair of track pants under his coat. I ran my hands over the smooth, supple flesh of his chest, pushing him against the wall at the same time. He arched to my touch, an almost desperate look on his face. He nipped at my lips as we kissed again. When my fingers reached the hard nubs of his nipples, he gasped, biting down on my lower lip. I chuckled, massaging his nipple between my thumb and index finger. He moaned into my mouth again. When I pinched it, he let out a feral growl, winding his legs around my hips, his body only held up by his upper back and me. I was impressed by the amount of physical strength that must have taken.
I pulled my mouth away from him, bowing my head to cover his nipple with my mouth. I smirked when I heard Aya whimper. It sounded so strange, the cold, aloof, stonehearted leader of Weiß was whimpering. Whimpering because of what I was doing to him. As I rolled my tongue over the sensitive nub, my hands moved down his sides, to the lip of his pants. He squirmed against me as my thumbs traced the line of his groin, coming dangerously close to his crotch. I could feel the hard bulge against my hip, and began to slowly grind against him. He growled again, a noise that sent blood straight to my groin. He moved his legs up, using his feet to push my pants down.
I was totally surprised at how he was acting, how eager he was. He so seemed like the reserved type to me. It was a pleasant shock. I became just as anxious as he seemed to be, and yanked his pants off. I didn’t really care if I was tossing them on the ground. I raised an impressed eyebrow as I took in his nude form. His body was just as lovely as his face. As he successfully used his feet to push my pants down, I kissed him, with force. He parted his legs further, urging me with just the motion to go farther. I moved my hands over the curve of his ass. It was a very nice ass. When my fingers ran over his tight opening, he moaned, throwing his head back against the wall. His hair was so red, so true against the brownish rust colour of the bricks. I pushed one finger into him, moaning myself at his tightness. I was the first to touch him in such a manner. The thought thrilled me.
Yes….. I heard him moan into my mind. I nipped at his chin as I pushed a second finger in. He rocked his hips against me, wiggling his ass to push my fingers further into his body. As I stretched him, we continued with our rough kissing, both wanting the release, both wanting to lose ourselves in the act of fucking. When I pulled my fingers out, he whimpered.
Fuck me, he commanded to me mentally.
I smirked, moving his hips so they were positioned just above the head of my cock. Both of us moaned when I slid myself into him. He was so tight around me. He instinctively squirmed away from the invasion, but I held his hips in a vice grip with my hands, leaving bruises in the shape of my fingers. I slowly began to thrust into him, doing it a little deeper every time he moaned. He threw his head back, crying out loudly as I hit his A spot. I didn’t want to be caught, so I clamped my mouth over his. He ran his hands into my hair, tangling his fingers within the strands. I felt him smile against my mouth as I moved faster and faster, my hand playing over his already leaking cock. When he began to tighten his muscles around me, I bit into his lip, tasting blood as I did. He was so warm, so tight, so wonderful….
Aya pushed his body away from the wall, thrusting his hips down on mine. I could feel bruises forming, and I loved it. He tightened his channel around me again, and I felt an orgasm begin to hit me. My vision blurred, and all I could see was red. My entire scope of sight was red. As red as blood, as red as passion, as desire, and red as Aya. His mouth slid off mine as he moaned loudly. I could feel it vibrate through my chest, and could feel the wetness of his release against my stomach.
We came down from our shared sexual high, panting gently. Aya’s body sagged against the wall. I gently lowered him down, pulling out as I did. He sighed, disappointed and contented at the same time. I rested my head on his chest, waiting to catch my breath, waiting for the blood to return to my body. Aya gently pushed me off.
What? I titled my head at him, slowly pulling my clothes on as he did the same.
He had a cold look in his violet eyes once again. “So, what now? You got what you wanted…..”
“And the challenge is over, right?” I asked, reading his thoughts.
“Yes.” He pulled his coat around himself again.
I leaned in, kissing him again, gently. Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. The challenge isn’t over. I smirked. “I think you should go before you are missed….”
Aya said nothing, slowly walking away. I watched him go, a pleasant smile curling across my features. I walked in the opposite direction, feeling happy, contented. And for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel lonely.
When I arrived home, it was dark. Nagi was in bed. I could tell that he was having dreams about Ken. I was starting to see the appeal he found in Weiß. I began to walk to the bathroom to regretfully wash away the scent of sex with Aya off my skin, but stopped when I passed Crawford’s door.
Have fun? He asked me. “Was he good?”
I stood in the doorframe, pushing the door open. I raised an eyebrow when I saw that Crawford wasn’t alone in his bed. Farfarello was laying beside him on his stomach, asleep. “And you’re asking me about fun?”
“I foresaw this….”
“What, did you picture me fucking Aya’s ass while you fucked Farfarello?” I raised an eyebrow. “Brad, you minx….”
Crawford didn’t look amused. “Have your fun now, Schuldich. You will have to face him in battle, and one of you may die by the other’s hands…..”
“Have you seen something?” I narrowed my eyes. Farfarello stirred in his sleep, and I heard the rattling of chains. Farfarello’s ankles were chained to the footboard of Crawford’s bed.
“You must remember that I can only see a few days into the future.” Brad rolled his dark eyes at me, showing that he was now bored with our conversation.
I just rolled my eyes back, leaving his room. I knew that we would have to fight Weiß again, and I would possibly fight against Aya, but I didn’t really care. It’s not like I didn’t know he was my enemy. It felt odd, knowing that I actually enjoyed sex with an opponent. Aya’s question of whether or not the challenge was over replayed itself in my mind. I smirked, turning on the shower. The challenge was far from over. Come on, I would be a fool to turn down the challenge of trying to have some sort of relationship with a sworn enemy. I thrived on challenge, and I knew that it would never go away with Aya. As I showered, I could still see the red of his hair, the red that had covered my vision as I orgasmed with him. Red had never been more beautiful to me.