Title: Devil's Playground

Author: Shikigami-kun/Arldetta

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß, in fact I own very little, I don't even own the DVD's and only just got the second Manga. And should this continue in the way I believe it will, I don't own Descendants of Darkness/Yami no Matsuei either. Although I do have the Anime Series and 1st US release Manga, so I'm a bit better on that front. Either way, I still don't have any money because I waste it all on this stuff. ;)

Summary: Ken must face his demons. Will he be strong enough or is he already lost?

Author's Notes: Ok, this is very important, I have only seen the first DVD of the series. Everything else I picked up from other writers' fanfics so please forgive any OOCness and the like because I don't know any better. Gomen. In addition, this is my first attempt at a Weiss fic, although I am not a stranger to writing fanfic. I'm an avid Angst-o-holic so be prepared for char torment and such. I've been having a rough time with my muses recently but when this little plot bunny hit, I was so excited. I've been wanting to do something for the Halloween season and this I believe fits with my goal. So please read and let me know what you think! I would most definitely appreciate it. :) Thanks for reading!! Now one more thing...

WARNINGS: This is 'R' for a reason. There will be some cursing but this is mostly full of mature content. Yaoi/Shonen-ai that is generally non-con. If that upsets you please be kind enough to not read. Domo! Oh and as for pairings, I'm not exactly sure who I want. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Right now I'm leaving it open to interpretation. ;)

Alright, on with the fic........

He had relived this moment so many times. So many that he could recall every detail, every smell, every emotion even as they swept over him. The pain in his chest wasn't the bruising that was sure to come but the biting sting of betrayal.

"Ken?!" A shocked voice called. Shortly after, another rain of bullets shot toward him, another bruise to add to the collection. But that couldn't stop him now. He was on a mission and he had a goal to achieve. Leaping high into the air, bearing sharp metal claws, he descended on his prey.

For long moments neither moved. Finally the man he thought was his friend crumbled to the ground. With last breaths the dying man demanded, "Why didn't you die?"

He revealed the vest. Perhaps it was a testament to the growth he had done since their last meeting. Trusting no one. Not allowing himself to be blinded by faith or love. Believing in his own self worth enough to protect himself despite what he wanted to believe in others. He could see the bitter smile on a face so familiar to him and for the first time in his life he hated. Truly and profoundly hated. Bitter words followed that smirk. "See you in hell."

And then the light vanished from those eyes. A light he extinguished. Not able to look down at his handy work any longer he turned away. His emotions flooded him, mixed and mangled. All he could manage was a hoarse whisper, "No, I'm already in hell." Then he just stood there waiting for the world to end. But of course it didn't.

Yes, he relived that night over and over again. A cool breeze passed and a sharp shiver ran up his spine. His mourning eyes changed to confusion. That was when he heard a hideous sound. It started as a mocking chuckle and grew into a sadistic cackle. The source of the horrid noise coming directly behind him. Slowly, he turned to see what demon stood there.

His eyes bulged in shock and fright. "no." The small word escaped a tight throat. Before him stood the figure of his downfall, the visage of betrayal - a man that was dead. Kase's features were twisted in a wicked grin. Ken took an involuntary step backward, a hand rising up to fend off the evil that exuded from the form. A glint in the piercing gaze told the man he should run but he was rooted to the ground.

The next instant was chaos. The street he had been standing on disappeared along with his cloths. Cool metal manacles trapped his wrists and yanked them high above his head. His toes barely touching the ground beneath. He could feel sharp nails raking over his skin as the vulture circled him. "K-k-kase?" he stuttered, fear taking hold of him.

His old friend said nothing, just continued to circle. Ken's breaths came in hitches. He struggled vainly against the chains to no avail. That's when he noticed that the man had stopped at his back and slid up next to him until they were flush together. Heat near his rump spoke clearly of what was to come. Eyes widened in terror. "god, please, not again."

That foul laughter echoed in his ears moments before hands gripped his waist and pain shot through him. A scream tore from his throat shattering the nightmare. The next thing he knew he was screaming into the pillow he was clutching desperately to him. When he ran out of air, he lay there gasping for breath. His entire body shivered and tears poured from his eyes. He stayed like that for some time, sobbing.

Eventually the tremors ceased and rational thought returned. Opening his eyes, he recognized his room. It had all been a nightmare. But it felt so real. So real in fact he could feel the residual pain from the assault. He felt his face flush and he buried it into the pillow once more, hiding from no one but himself. Minutes later his sniffling and tear-smeared face reemerged. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if he had woken the others but their lack of presence told him that they must still be asleep. One quick glance at the pillow told him why they hadn't heard his scream.

Sighing in relief, he rolled on to his back to stare at the ceiling. He was grateful no one came rushing to his aide. He just didn't know how to tell them that it had been a bad dream. Because he knew if he said it they would demand to know the contents of said dream and he wasn't ready to share it yet. And he was a horrible liar when surrounded by all three of them.

Ever since they had taken that mission, Ken had suffered from the nightmare. Although it never went that far, only up until their last words were exchanged. It was bad in the beginning. It had taken months before he stopped having it nightly and continued to taper off. Now he was lucky if he could get through a week without suffering from it. But experience told him that sleep would not come again this night. Glancing over at his nightstand he saw the red numbers glowing. 3:26 AM, it told him. He had only gotten to bed just over an hour ago due to a mission. And he had to wake up in 3 hours to open the shop.

Hands came up to rub his face. Thoughts drifted back to the disturbing dream. A shudder ran through him. The nightmare before was just that, a nightmare. But this had been different, frighteningly so. Never had it gone that far. Never had he felt so trapped. Never had the pain lingered past the dream realm. This had definitely been worse. Hugging himself and curling up on his side, he tried to banish the thoughts. Unsuccessful, he began to remember in vivid detail.

He felt nauseous. He could feel the cold sweat beading on his skin as the memory replayed. Shallow breaths as panic set in. And when the end came he wanted to scream all over again. Instead he settled for his pseudo comfort and yanked the pillow tightly to him. And then suddenly, he felt dirty. Dirty and used like that time long ago. Abused and battered like that horrible night when his first life ended.

A driving urge filled him and before his mind knew what he was doing he had flung the sheets off and ran from his room into the bathroom in the hall. Turning on the shower, steam quickly rose and filled the small space. He shed his cloths and jumped in not bothering to check the temperature. Hot water scolded him but he didn't care. The need to rinse away the dream was too powerful.

Sometime later, the heat lessened and he began to feel better. Soothed by the warmth and cleansing pressure of the water. He stood allowing the water to run over him. He didn't know how long he was there just that he felt safer here.

And the instant he felt relaxed enough to try and go back to his room and sleep a cold shiver ran up his back starting from the tip of his tailbone and going all the way up into his skull. He felt like he was being watched. Unconsciously, hands fumbled with the faucet then reached out for a towel. As soon as his fingers touched it he yanked it back to him, afraid that his exposed limb would be snagged by some unseen foe. Leaning back against the tile wall, holding the towel protectively in front of him, he slowly drew the curtain back.

To his relief, he could see no one through the steam. He slumped against the wall and released the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. Chocolate eyes drifted closed and he took a couple breaths to calm his nerves. The sight that greeted him when they opened again chased away the air in his lungs and caused his heart to beat loudly in his ears. Scrawled into the steam of the mirror was a haunting message, 'See you in Hell, Kenken.' Slowly, he sunk into the tub, eyes glued to the spot and sat there unable to find the will to leave.

Well, that's it for the first chap. I hope you liked it. So if you have any comments for me please leave a review. I always appreciate any criticism you have. Domo ariagato!! :D