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Disclaimer: Weiss and Schwarz do not belong to me. I'm
borrowing them for my and (I hope) my readers' amusement only and have
no intention of trying to make money off of them in any way, shape or
Author: The RCK
Note: First part written
for the Weiss
Kreuz Anonymous Kink Meme. This is an R for themes. The sex is not
explicit (weird for a kink meme inspired story, I know). Since I intend
to keep writing this, I'm looking for a beta reader for it and will
rewrite the first two sections later. Parts should be read as stories
in an arc rather than as chapters. I believe they stand alone, and I
might stop writing this at any point.
Omi/anybody except Nagi. Slavery. Dubious
consent or non-consensual fine. Bonus points for multiple slaves.
Prefer a canon derived AU to a transplant AU.
Warnings: AU, dubious consent
(Aya thinks he can consent. I'm not sure I agree), dark Kritiker,
slavery, mind control, sort of a WIP, currently unbeta'd
Summary: Weiss is Aya's last
chance, and it looks a lot better than any of the other Kritiker teams
he's been on. He offers Omi the only thing he can think of that Omi
can't get just by issuing orders.
Posted: 26 April 2008 - parts 1
Thanks to those who tried to beta this for me. It's not your
fault I couldn't handle the rewrite or that this one is squicky.
Since I didn't end up taking your advice, I'm not going to name you,
just apologize for wasting your time.
All mistakes and infelicities here are mine.
Torsion Part 1
Aya wasn't sure what to expect when he walked into the meeting room.
Kritiker team leaders were, in his experience, a varied lot. He'd seen
five already, the three from his previous teams and the two who'd
rejected him already today. Nobody
wants a three time loser. Especially not one who's broken conditioning
once already. Just thinking about breaking conditioning made his
head ache. He set his jaw. At
least... They've promised I can visit this time. As long as I'm still
He knocked on the door then closed his eyes. Last chance. I've got to convince him to
keep me. What happens if he doesn't want me? What happens to her?
He had no illusions about his own fate. Kritiker had labs in need of
test subjects, classes in need of demonstrations and practice. I'm surprised they're giving me another
chance. He didn't believe what the woman called Birman had told
him. Compassion for my sister. Pull
the other one.
Aya opened the door with no visible hesitation. He stepped inside and
pulled the door shut behind him. He blinked once, not quite trusting
his eyes. The person on the other side of the table looked about
twelve. That can't be the team leader. He had no
illusions that Kritiker wouldn't recruit children, but he couldn't
believe that Kritiker would put a child in charge of a team. Easier to start young, but--
The boy didn't sound twelve, and Aya revised his age estimate upward
even as he sat in the indicated chair. He has the voice of command. Aya
bowed his head.
Aya looked up. He couldn't do otherwise. Yes. If he takes me, the conditioning will
hold. He swallowed hard. "Sir."
The boy tapped a file folder on the table. "Do you prefer to be
called-- something else?"
Aya couldn't help flinching. "No, sir." They took that name from me. As punishment.
The boy opened the folder. "You've killed before. Done infiltration."
He flipped a page. "One sister, no other relatives."
Aya looked at a spot on the wall. Nothing
"You have quite a record. Commendations and reprimands. Look at me."
"Weiss is a lethal unit. We kill who we're told to kill and whoever
gets in our way. Can you do that?"
Aya nodded. Like I have a choice. If
you tell me to do it, what I can or can't do won't matter. Not in the
The boy sighed. He set down the folder and stood. He extended a hand.
"Welcome to Weiss, then. I'm Bombay. You'll be Abyssinian. You'll
answer to me, to my voice, to my command, until I'm dead or I release
you back to Kritiker."
Aya choked on a cry of pain as the vise of Kritiker conditioning
clamped down, subordinating his will to Bombay's. Assuring the chain of command, they call
it. When the pain passed, he stood and shook Bombay's hand. Then
he waited. His first commander had made him sit, waiting, unmoving,
through an entire day's business. The second had beaten the crap out of
him then taken him home and done it again. The third-- The less I think about that, the better.
"Do you have any things to collect or do we need to shop on the way
home?" Bombay smiled at him.
Aya shook his head. "I don't have anything." Just a sister, and I can't take her with
me. How can he look so sweet?
"Our cover's a flower shop. We share a kitchen and a bath and such, but
you'll have your own room over the shop. There are two other members of
the team. I'll introduce you." Bombay put a hand on Aya's arm and
steered him towards the door. "Call me Omi-- Tsukiyono Omi-- when we're
not on Kritiker business and when the cover needs to be maintained."
It took three weeks for Aya to decide that Omi's conditioning was
either incomplete or broken. Having gone through full conditioning
twice, Aya wasn't quite ready to call it in either direction. I still have some free will. Not much, but
some. He's a commander. He needs more... space for judgment calls.
He studied his teammates and said as little as possible. He phrases his requests carefully enough
that we have choice. Most of the time.
'Please don't smoke in the kitchen, Yohji-kun,' had made Yohji turn
green and flee without his morning caffeine. He can't even pull out his cigarettes in
there now. Yohji and Ken are fully
doesn't use it if he doesn't have to. That means
they don't have defenses when he does. I do, but they don't. They
haven't needed them. Is he stupid or weak or... simply a better man
than Kritiker usually puts in charge?
After six missions, Aya was certain that Omi wasn't stupid. And 'weak' is a matter of definitions. I
wonder how old he actually is? He's not a child. His papers-- which are
probably forged-- say he's seventeen, and he can't be younger than
that. He has too much experience. But he looks too young to be older
than twenty, if he's even that old. Or have they altered him? They
could change his appearance, have him go to school and claim to be
seventeen just to obscure the fact that he's in command. Perhaps that's
why he's so diffident in public. Except that he's like that when it's
just the team. And that assumes an enemy watching us, an organized
enemy that knows what we are.
After two months, Aya decided that he could trust Omi-- not with his
life. That was a given and something he no longer had a choice about--
but with his sister and his revenge. But
offer something in return. That stopped him. Omi had
given no sign of wanting anything but to serve Kritiker and to keep the
flower shop running smoothly. Aya could disrupt both if he worked at
it. But then he merely has to get
rid of me. Would he? Probably. I wouldn't be worthy of help then.
Both Yohji and Ken surprised Aya. He was used to agents who'd been
stripped to the bone, who were nothing but their cover, their function
for Kritiker and the one or two pieces of themselves they'd sacrificed
everything else to keep. Yohji and Ken weren't whole, but they still
owned their own souls. Or think they
do. He lets them. Why couldn't Weiss have been my first team? Or my second-- No. No point
crying over the past.
Ken coached children's sports, a huge risk that Omi really shouldn't
have allowed. Except that Ken needs
it. Desperately. Yohji smoked and spent many of his evenings--
when there wasn't a mission-- out. Both
kill him-- or one of us-- some day, but he needs
that, too. They both joked with Omi, treated him like a friend,
even teased him. It's like they
don't know, but they do. They even joked about Omi's status as
team leader, about the fact that he could give them orders they'd have
Aya simply bit his tongue and didn't tell them how foolish they were.
As long as they had Omi, they didn't need to know. And they might wonder how I know.
In the end, Yohji gave him the key to what he could do for Omi. It was
another joke in a tired series about sex. Yohji liked to talk about sex
to see if he could get Omi and Ken to blush. He'd given up on getting
Aya to blush after about three days of silent glares. Aya'd considered
warning Yohji against tempting fate, but Omi seemed not to take
offense. Maybe he's hoping that Omi
will do something. I've heard of
This particular evening, Yohji had stayed in because the team was on
call. They had an elusive target and were waiting for word that he'd
been located. They'd been waiting for four days, and Yohji's jokes had
frayed at the edges.
Yohji came back into the kitchen after a cigarette break. "How much
longer is the bastard going to manage to run?"
"He doesn't actually know we're coming," Omi replied mildly. He poured
himself another cup of tea.
"We're all getting frustrated." Ken sat on the counter and bounced his
heels against the cabinet.
Yohji grinned. "That's what you should do, Omi-- Order us to relieve
some tension. We'd all be mellower if we got off."
Ken turned red and punched Yohji, so they both missed the fact that Omi
looked just faintly interested before he blushed and stammered a
Three nights after their target finally breathed his last, Aya broke
into Omi's room. It wasn't particularly hard. Omi was out, and they all
had access to the master key that would open all the rooms. When they're not locked from the inside.
But if one of us is inside, we'll open the door for Omi. If we can hear
Omi's room was nearly as empty as Aya's own. There were a few school
books and CDs stacked neatly on the desk next to the laptop Omi used
for his homework. Aya looked at the laptop for several seconds, wishing
he dared open it to see what was on it, but offending Omi wasn't part
of his intention. And I can't
believe that he doesn't have security on it. Maybe not Kritiker
security, but... He kept his hands at his sides and studied the
spines of the books and the covers of the CDs. No. This isn't going to tell me anything.
He allowed himself a moment of terror, gulping air. Then he steadied
himself by force of will and knelt in the middle of the room. He set
the master key on the floor next to his right knee. If I guessed wrong-- It's too late. My
shoes are by the door, and I'm here. He studied the bland, brown
carpet. Even if I'm wrong and he's
not interested, he won't punish me too badly.
He didn't look up when the door opened, not even when he heard Omi
"If you wanted to visit my room, Aya-kun, you could have asked." Omi
didn't sound entirely surprised.
Is he unhappy? Aya risked a
look up at Omi's face. "I wanted to talk to you." He looked down again.
Omi slipped off his shoes and walked over to the chair by his desk.
"Business, then?" His voice became just a little harder, losing the
cheerful veneer he maintained in public.
"Sort of." Aya bit his lip. He sighed. "You've read my file." He
studied Omi's face. "Do you know how much isn't in there because it
doesn't matter?" His voice cracked a little, and he turned his face
"I have some guesses." Omi didn't move. "Do I need to know?"
"You're the only team leader I've had who... who isn't fucking someone
on the team. Sometimes, everyone on the team."
"Do you think I have to?" Omi's voice was harder than Aya'd heard it
Aya shook his head. He licked his lips. "I just thought... If you want to, I don't mind."
"I don't want sex if it requires orders." Omi gave the word 'orders' a
Aya nodded. "If you did..." He took a steadying breath. "If you did,
I'd be praying that you wouldn't notice me." He dug his fingers into
the fabric of his jeans. "There isn't much I could give you that you
couldn't get just by ordering me, but you couldn't get that. You could
make me act like I wanted it, make me say yes, but the conditioning
couldn't make me mean it. I'm offering."
"Ah." Omi said nothing more for several seconds. "What do you expect in
That's not 'no.' Aya felt
himself relax a little. He thought about lying. He could. Omi'd never
ordered him to be truthful. But
honest fealty can't come from lies. "I don't know if you can
give me either of the things I want."
Omi touched Aya's shoulder. "Your freedom? I can't. Not without
betraying the others."
Aya blinked. Which implies that he
could. He shook his head. "My sister," he said. "I can't protect
"I'll try, Aya-kun. No promises, but... I'd try anyway."
Aya nodded. He'd expected that. "The other thing... Did my file talk
about my parents? About how they died?"
"It's mentioned. Several times. They couldn't break your obsession with
revenge on..." Omi hesitated as if calling the name to mind. "Takatori
"He framed my father then murdered him and my mother and nearly killed
my sister. I joined Kritiker because they promised me--" Aya's face
twisted, and he fought to smooth his expression. "She needs treatments
that I couldn't afford. Even then her chances aren't... There are no
guarantees." He felt naked under Omi's eyes. I've never... given this to anybody.
Nobody cared. He inched over so that he could lean against Omi's
leg. "I even talked to Persia. Once. He promised me Takatori." He lied. He didn't tell me-- So much he
didn't tell me. "Do you know who Persia is? Who he really is?"
He choked a little on the question. That bit of knowledge was a
Kritiker secret, something they'd tried to take from him. They couldn't. It's too important.
Omi stroked Aya's hair. "Tell me."
Aya sighed as the command eased the compulsion to remain silent.
"Takatori Shuichi. The murderer's younger brother."
Omi's hand stilled briefly then started moving again. "I'll look into
the family. There must be public information, things I wouldn't need
Kritiker resources for."
Yes! Aya closed his eyes. He really doesn't belong entirely to
Kritiker. I was afraid-- He leaned a little harder. "Then I'm
yours for anything."
"'Anything' is a lot."
"Everything but my sister." I'll
even give up on revenge if you say it's necessary. He bit his
lip. The mental admission cost less than he'd expected, but it still
hurt. "I didn't think I'd find anyone worthy of service."
"I'm not a feudal lord, Aya-kun, and you're not a samurai." There was a
current of warning in Omi's voice.
Warning against what? Aya
shook his head. "I gave up on honor when I joined Kritiker. I knew what
I was doing then." No. I didn't, but
it doesn't matter now. I'm here, and I can't go back. "I can't
offer you my honorable service, just my willing service." Does he understand the difference?
"For me and not for Kritiker?"
Is there a trap in that? Maybe,
but... I decided to trust him. "I trust you."
"And if I hurt you?"
"That's part of service." Aya let his shoulders sag a little. "And you
could hurt me any time you wanted to, anyway. It's... different,
though." It's different if I say you
can even if you always could. "I know I'm a slave. My other team
leaders made sure I knew. You... Don't die, please. If you do... Make
sure Ken and Yohji are already dead." Please.
to learn that. He hadn't realized he cared
that much about Ken and Yohji. Nobody
"You don't like Kritiker?" It sounded like a question, but Aya was
fairly sure it wasn't.
"I couldn't say that." I'm not
"I'm surprised you can think it." Omi sounded ever so slightly amused.
"Has Kritiker ever sent you hunting someone who didn't deserve it?"
Aya shook his head slightly. "Not that I know." That doesn't mean they all did. I just
don't know of any who weren't guilty of something. Of course, I also
don't know that my parents weren't killed by Kritiker. I tried to find
out, but... That had led to his expulsion from his second team.
He could feel himself starting to shake a little. Stop talking, please, and just fuck me.
Get it over with. No. The talking's important. It means he's serious.
It means he's not going to just take and take and take. Even though he
could. I can't forget that.
Omi sighed and wiggled his toes.
Aya could see them move even when he couldn't see other parts of Omi's
body. Feeling daring, he lifted one of Omi's feet and started to
massage it, gently, trying not to tickle.
Omi made no effort to move his foot away. "I am Kritiker, Aya-kun. I don't
remember anything else." He continued stroking Aya's hair.
No. You're not. You just don't know
it yet. Aya knew he might be deceiving himself, but he wasn't
quite ready to give up on hope. I
still hope my sister will wake up. Even now. Even with what she'll wake
to. He continued the massage, finding and working out a small
knot in the arch of Omi's foot.
Omi hissed. "That's been bothering me all day. Thank you."
Aya turned his face to press it against Omi's leg. I'm not going to cry. 'Thank you'
shouldn't hurt so much.
Omi didn't say anything for several minutes, just rubbed Aya's back.
Finally, he said, "Think carefully, Aya-kun. I'm not really a kind man
or a good one, and if we do this, you won't be able to change your
mind. I don't think I could... let go of that and keep you on the
team." He squeezed Aya's shoulder just a little too hard. "I don't know
if I could let go of that at all. Ever."
A reminder of what he might do
later... Aya laughed a little without much humor. "Do you think
I didn't think of all of that, too? I know it's... irrevocable." Unless you get bored and start in on one
of the others. I'm-- we're-- upsetting a balance here. One that works.
He forced himself to look up, to meet Omi's eyes. "I--" He shook his
head and tried to smile. "I can't give my will to Kritiker, but I can
give it to you." Even if you change.
Even if I'm wrong. Even if you hurt me. Even if...
Omi seemed to hold his breath for a moment. The he let it out in a
rush. "Stand up. Take your clothes off. I want to see what I'm buying."
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