Weiss Kreuz fanfiction. My standard disclaimers apply. For Cecille.

I Love You… I’ll Kill You

by Lady Aria (writersblock@edsamail.com.ph)

Cold.

The smell of earth.

Damp.

Caress.

Delicate and soft against flesh.

Yohji opened his eyes and found himself lying on a patch of grass, its blades long enough to create a comfortable cushion against the ground. The darkness was like a curtain that imprisoned him in a space that shifted as he did. Moved as he moved. Yet refused to let him see beyond an arm’s length into his surroundings, the way a spotlight sometimes did to an actor on a stage.

But the light that allowed him to see all this was one that was dim... and bright at the same time.

He stood up and rubbed his hands against his arms to warm himself – the black silk shirt he wore had begun to cling to him, damp from the dew on the grass.

How long had he been lying there?

More importantly, where was ‘there’?

Tension crept into his muscles as the seconds passed. It was unnaturally silent. He could hear his breathing becoming more and more shallow as the tension began to give way to panic.

A silence that could drive one mad.

“Get a grip… get a grip,” Yohji said over and over to himself as he began to step backwards, his mind conjuring its own demons and set them before him.

Ones that do not bleed.

Ones he could not kill.

Eyes wide, and breath little more than shallow gasps, his backpedaling quickened. He had to get away.

Darkness. Silence.

Madness.

His momentum was put to an abrupt halt as the back of his legs hit something, making him fall over backwards. The shock had managed to dispel the images he’d been seeing, a welcome wave of relief if nothing else. Reaching out into the darkness, he swiped his hand about until his fingers brushed against the object that has tripped him.

Hard.

Smooth.

Icy cold.

Stone.

It seemed to be a marker of sorts and he touched his face to the cool surface to make sure it was real. Like a blind man, he used his fingers to look for anything that could tell him what it was.

Inscriptions covered one side, characters carved deeply into the surface.

Aya Fujimiya.

It was a tombstone.

“You killed him.”

“Who’s there?” Yohji whispered, trying to no avail to look for source of the voice.

“It was you.”

A torch burst into flame practically beside his head, blinding him momentarily and making him scuttle away from the light. Like ghostly fires, torch after torch began lighting until he was surrounded by flames the color of his dead lover’s hair.

“You bring death wherever you go.”

This time, when Yohji looked up, the speaker was in plain sight.

Schuldich.

Almost immediately, he reached for his monofilament….

…Only to find his wrist bare.

“You see?” Schuldich said with an evil smile as he walked over to Yohji. “You would even kill me.”

“I would… never… not him…,” Yohji said with barely controlled anger and crept backwards at Schuldich’s advance.

Until his back made contact with the tombstone.

“But you did.” Schuldich knelt before him with less than a foot of space between them. “Like they say, death does not discriminate….” He stroked Yohji’s face with the back of his right hand. “Nor does ‘sin’ choose those that he’ll tempt.”

Anger rose up in the blonde’s chest and he tried to push Schuldich away. He however found himself a split second later slammed against the tombstone with Schuldich’s hands applying a painful grip on his shoulders.

“Temper, temper,” the redhead said amidst admonishing ‘tsk’s of disapproval. “Why fight me? You know you can’t win.”

Yohji bit his lip as he felt Schuldich’s lips against his neck, his teeth taking little bites.

A vampire.

“You who have violated the sixth commandment so many times….”

Only one that would rob him of more than just his life.

“Thou shall not kill.”

“That hardly scares me,” Yohji countered, trying to break out of Schuldich’s grasp. “Coming from someone who’s killed his share of people.”

No such luck.

“I’m not like you,” he replied, looking into emerald eyes that mirrored his own. “I feel no remorse for what I’ve done. It’s part of who and what I am. That’s why….”

Yohji felt his clothes become almost like dense liquid as they slid off him.

Black water for a dark baptism.

“I can revel in your presence,” Schuldich whispered.

He didn’t know at what point the German had taken off his own clothes. In any case, the two of them were soon naked and lying on the grass.

Atop HIS grave.

“Revel in your brand of sin.”

Hands all over his body.

“Lose myself fully in you.”

Heat against heat.

“Burn me.”

Carnal.

“Kill me.”

Lust.

Lips over his.

An assault to his senses.

Pain.

“…As you killed him.”

Primal pleasure.

Scream.

In a flash of white, Yohji lost all consciousness.

*****

“Ohayou.”

Yohji opened his eyes and found himself in bed, Aya beside him, his red hair disshelved from the activities of the past night. Relief flooded into Yohji as he pulled Aya close for a kiss….

And he remembered.

He sat up suddenly, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

How could he…..

Even in a dream….

“Daijoubu?” Aya asked, putting a hand on Yohji’s shoulder.

“Aya,” he whispered, unwilling to look him in the eye. “I know this is hardly the right time to say this, but…. If…. If my loving you like this… should mean your death….”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Like the way a moth desires a flame,” Yohji said, finally looking into his lover’s eyes. “If things were ever to come to that….”

“I wouldn’t ever have it any other way,” Aya replied, planting a kiss on his lips. “At the cost of its life, the moth nonetheless knew the warmth of the flame’s fire.” He pulled Yohji into a tight embrace. “In case you still don’t get it, I’m saying that you’re worth it.”

Yohji closed his eyes and savored the warmth of that familiar body against his.

It didn’t matter.

Everything will be okay.

*****

“‘Morning!”

Crawford looked up from the newspaper he was reading to see an unusually perky Schuldich enter the living room. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Oh, nothing,” he replied. “Just had one hell of a damn good night. What’s for breakfast?”

Crawford watched Schuldich disappear into the kitchen before he turned to Nagi who was getting his things ready for school. “I seem to remember him spending the night here. Did he bring one of his women with him?”

“No.”

“So what’s with him?”

“No idea. Ja, ittekimasu.”

********** The End **********

I Love You… I’ll Kill You

Sung by Enigma

I see love, I can see passion

I feel danger, I feel obsession

Don’t play games with the ones who love you

Cause I hear a voice who says:

I love you… I’ll kill you…

Loneliness, I feel loneliness in my room…

Look into the mirror of your soul

Love and hate are one in all

Sacrifice turns into revenge and believe me

You’ll see the face who’ll say:

I love you… I’ll kill you…

But I’ll love you forever

original © March 2002 by Lady Aria