A Note from the Desktop of Innovations:
*cackle of glee* Well, here you have it! My first official WK Yaoi fic~!Crawford: …official…?
Inno: Rping doesn't count…
Crawford: Oh…
Disclaimers are more like the warnings found on cigarette cartons. "Warning. Reading this fic may be hazardous to your health.":
Eh…okay, so it's not hazardous, per say…just…Yaoiness^^Crawford: Flames are unacceptable…*loads gun*
All sans Inno: O.O;;;
Inno: ^_^
I honestly don't own squat…Truly. But damn…a girl can wish, right?
This fic is of the Yohji/Schuldich pairing. Dun like, ya dun read. Get it? Good. All flames shall be given to Crawford and Farfarello to deal with.
Farfie: *leer*
Crawford: *smirk*
Dedicated to Little Isa-chan. Arigatou minna~san~!!!! I loved it~!!!! This is for you^^
Enjoy~!
~Innovations and Company
PS: This fic wasn't beta-read prior to posting so…please excuse any errors you might find^^
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"If only I could get into that corner of your head,
Where things finally match and meet the standards that you set.
Oh how I wish I was the treasure you were looking for,
Bet I would feel better if only I could find the door.
Well I am cryin, and you aren't tryin,
I am melting away.
I wait for the words on the tip of your tongue,
I'm only as good as the last one,
Well you decide and I'll abide as my song goes unsung.
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
Things are going crazy and I'm not sure who to blame,
everything is changing and I do not feel the same…
I'm slipping through the cracks of floors,
That I thought were strong,
I'm trying to find a place where I can feel like I belong.
Well I am crying, and you aren't trying,
I am melting away.
I wait for the words on the tip of your tongue.
I'm only as good as the last one.
Well you decide and I'll abide as my song goes unsung.
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
If only I could be the lesson that you learn, you learn if only
I could be the last one that love burns, it burns…yeah.
If only I could get into that corner of your head,
where things finally match and meet the standards that you set.
Oh how I wish I was the treasure you were looking for.
Bet I would feel better if only I could find the door.
Well I am crying, and you aren't trying.
I am melting away.
I wait for the words on the tip of your tongue.
I'm only as good as the last one.
Well you decide and I'll abide as my song goes unsung.
Yeah, yeah, as my song goes unsung…"
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Unsung: A deal with the devil
Part 1
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Damn them…Damn them all to hell and back again. Yohji scowled as he took a drink of the margarita that had been placed in front of him. It was once again the middle of the night, post mission, and Yohji Kudoh found himself in the same club, with the same drink, with the same problems. Yeah, the mission had gone well as always, no one was hurt and the targets didn't get away, but still he couldn't help feel depressed. Music blared from all around him, bodies moving in a set rhythm that went along with the steady beat. He hated it. Hated it, loved it, and needed it all at once, and it killed him that he couldn't explain why. Hate this…this feeling…Gods…someone is having a laugh at my expense. He gave a scowl that even their icy, fearless leader would have been proud of to a hooker who had draped herself over him. Tonight he wasn't in the mood. Tonight he just wanted to sit here and drown his woes in booze. Tonight he wanted to be alone. And it surprised him. Normally he was all for a one-night-stand, normally he would have accepted the offer made by the hooker with a smug grin. But something had happened that day that changed everything, something had happened that he did not expect. Something that had flaming red hair and playful jade eyes that glittered with humor and malice and something more unreadable. Damn him…he's the enemy for fucks sake. Yohji scowled down at his drink. He had the chance, he was so close, yet he didn't tighten the wire and strangle the telepath as was expected of him. Nooo…he allowed himself to be caught up in those twin crystalline pools of deep jade, allowed himself to fall. Damn him, damn them, damn everyone and everything associated with him.
"I'm flattered Kudoh, I really am." A familiar taunting voice sounded from behind him. Yohji frowned slightly once he recognized it.
"Schuldich." He muttered darkly.
"Aa, so nice to be remembered." Schuldich purred, seating himself down beside the irked blond assassin.
"What do you want?" Yohji snapped, slightly flushed from the effects of both the alcohol and having been caught thinking about the Schwarz redhead. Schuldich just shrugged.
"Am I not allowed to go out clubbing?" He asked, ordering a drink.
"I hardly think you came here of all places. I thought you were to sophisticated to hang out in dumps like this." The Weiss assassin snorted.
"I don't discriminate, I'm always willing to take a chance." The redhead took the drink placed in front of him in hand and drank a bit.
"Bull shit. You came here looking for me."
"Don't flatter yourself."
"What the hell do you want?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Bull."
"Such charming language, Kudoh. I can really see what the ladies see in you." Jaded eyes glittered humorously.
"Shouldn't you be home fucking with Brad?"
"I'm offended." Schuldich pouted.
"Hn…I'm glad." Yohji paid for his drink, then stood up.
"Leaving so soon?"
"I have no interest in sitting around, talking to you of all people." Yohji sneered, earning a surprisingly earnest depressed look. It disappeared as quickly as it came, however, replaced by the trademark smirk that seemed to be ever present.
"Fine." He shrugged, looking down at his drink. Yohji had taken a few steps away from the bar when the telepath spoke again.
"For your information, I did seek you out." The blond playboy froze.
"Why?"
"Because you interest me. You're different from the rest of Weiss." Was the reply. Yohji turned, looking in suspect at the slender form of the German.
"You could have killed me easily, yet you didn't. I'm wondering why."
"You're the mastermind, you can easily find out for yourself."
"I want you to tell me, I don't want to pick your mind."
"That's not like you."
"I'm trying to be nice." Schuldich grinned. Yohji snorted. Yeah…right…
//I'm hurt.//
//Hey! I thought you were trying to be nice!//
//Was, katzchen, but you aren't answering my question.//
//What if I don't want to?//
//I have other ways of finding out.// The German smirked.
//Get out of my head!//
//Why should I?//
//Out!//
//Che…you're almost as much of a downer as Brad is, you know that?//
//I said out.//
//Fine, fine…touchy…// Schuldich pulled from the other's mind, putting on a pout. Yohji stole a glance at the redheaded Schwarz member, finding the pout extremely cute. Cute? Shit…He moved back toward the bar, sitting back down beside the telepath. Schuldich grinned triumphantly, propping his elbow up on the bar and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Yohji cringed inwardly. Damn him…
//Why?//
//OUT!//
//Awright, awright…jeez…// The telepath retreated once more from the Weiss assassin's mind.
"Why wont you tell me?" He asked, jade eyes fixed on the playboy.
"Because I don't want to."
"You're no fun…"
"I'm lots of fun."
"Prove it." The redhead grinned, eyes glittering with the challenge. Yohji almost chocked on his drink, a strong mental image surfacing. He shoved it to the back of his mind, however, hopefully before the German could pick up on it.
"I'd rather not."
"You ARE no fun…" Schuldich ran a hand through his long crimson hair, strands falling loosely into his eyes considering he'd left his headband at home. The blond cringed again.
"Why wont you go away?" He spat, shooting the other a dirty look.
"Because I really wanna know why you didn't kill me." The telepath answered simply.
"M'not telling."
"Onegai?" Schuldich asked. For the second time that night, Yohji almost choaked on his drink. Please…? That's not something you hear from a Schwarz member too often…Another mental image came to mind, this time a certain German redhead was lying on his back, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as he begged Yohji for the desperately needed release. Crimson hair fanned out over the pure white pillows like liquid fire as fingernails dug into the Weiss assassin's back, the blond slamming relentlessly into the stretched and willing body before him. Shit… He stared down at his drink, willing the blush to fade from his cheeks. He's a fucking telepath for crying out loud…he can hear this! Pull yourself together, Kudoh! Schuldich tilted his head to the side, delighting in the playboy's nervousness. That's right, katzchen. You know you want me, just say it.
"Oh come on Balinese…Just spill it."
"M'not gonna."
"Why not?"
"Because I just don't want to." Yohji stood from the bar once more, glaring down at the other.
//Just admit it, katzchen. You have a crush on me and you don't know how to say it.// He looked calmly back up at the blond.
//Nani??// Yohji gaped.
//You heard me. Listen, I know what you want. But I'm a limited time offer. You have to make up your mind tonight, or else I'm gone forever.// Schuldich stood as well, jaded crystalline orbs staring into emerald.
//It's your choice. I'll leave you to think about it.// He nodded curtly to the other before turning on a black boot clad heal and disappearing into the crowd. Yohji stared after him, watching the fiery redhead as he left. What the hell…? He blinked a few times, trying to clear his thoughts. Does he have any idea what he just said…? He ran a hand through his hair before leaving the club as well, weaving his way through the twisting bodies. He needed a cigarette, and he needed it now. He groaned once he reached the outside of the club, leaning against a brick wall as he lit up one of the cigarettes. He offered himself to me…but he's the enemy…right? Aya would fucking kill me if he found out…Yohji smiled smugly. Perhaps he should accept Mastermind's offer, just to tick off Aya. But it could be a trap… He frowned, torn. A sudden image flashed in his mind's eye, the seriousness of those deep twin pools of pure jade. The sound of Schuldich's mental voice, not taunting as per usual. Yohji looked up at the sky. Damn…He's right, I do want him. But am I willing to risk everything to acquire him? It only took him a minute to come to his conclusion. Yeah…I am.
//I'm glad.// The familiar, seductive voice purred into his mind. He frowned, glancing around.
//Where are you?// He finally asked, dropping the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it to put it out.
//To your left.// The playful nasal voice replied. Yohji turned in the direction he was instructed too, spotting the redhead leaning against a tree. He grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked toward Schuldich.
//You're sure about this?// He asked, stopping just in front of the redhead, //Sleeping with the enemy?//
//Anything to piss Bradly-chan off.// Schuldich purred in reply, the trademark grin in place.
//Mm…We're both dead if we're caught.// Yohji reminded as he slid a hand into the silken red hair.
//I really couldn't care less.// Schuldich leaned forward and pressed a not-so-chaste kiss to the Weiss assassin's lips.
//Ah…And neither could I.// Yohji threw all caution to the air, thrusting his tongue into the willing mouth. Why do I feel like I've just made a deal with the devil…?
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As my song goes unsung…
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Inno: ^____^
Yohji: O.
Inno: No one angsts like you do, sweety
Yohji: ;;;
Inno: Read and Review~! Chapter two will be up soon *cackle of glee*
Farf: FWHA~! GOD HURTS~!
All: sure farfie…
Farf: *stabs floor as the camera fades out*