Title: Untitled for now.
Authour: Amber and Zhara
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: These are not our characters, we are just playing a bit.
Summary: Yohji brings home an injured Schuldich. Will Weiss ever
recover.
Untitled
By: Amber and Zhara
The lights in the underground parking garage flickered, the sullen
orange light casting shadows as it faded in and out. The cement
surroundings echoed the sounds of a fight as Weiss and Schwarz
battled once again.
As always the usually pairings had evolved during this latest
skirmish. A smirking Brad avoided the swipes of the katana held by
the glowering Aya. Both Farfarello and Ken scowled as they tried to
score each other with their blades. Omi and Nagi seemed to be making
light sport of their combat, Omi watching with amazement as Nagi used
his telekinetic power to flick away the darts he threw at the other
boy.
And Schuldich and Yohji stood gazing at each other, Yohji's wire
hanging limply at his side as Schuldich took a serene walk through
Yohji's head.
Brad cursed out loud when Aya was able to land a shallow cut on his
arm. Sparing a moment to look around for his supposed backup, he
growled at the sight of Schuldich staring vapidly at Kudoh. `I have
had enough of this,' he thought to himself as jumped backwards, away
from another swipe of the katana. Out of Aya's range for a moment,
Brad drew his gun.
Aya managed to yell `gun', just at the shot was fired.
There was stunned silence in the garage until one outraged voice
shouted out.
"You fucking shot me, you bastard!"
Yohji rushed forward and caught the victim just before he hit the
ground.
Schuldich continued to bitch as he laid in Yohji's arms. The pain
from the bullet wound in his left shoulder sending waves of pain down
his arm. He glanced over at Crawford with pain filled eyes, just as
the American was holstering his gun. "What the fuck, Brad?" he asked.
Crawford looked down at him with a frosty statement. "I'm fucking
sick and tired of you mooning over that Weiss slut. You were
supposed to be watching my back, not his ass. When you get it out of
your system, come home." With that, Crawford waved a hand at the
rest of the stunned Schwarz members, motioning them to follow.
The equally stunned Weiss assassins watched as their rivals exited
the scene before turning their gazes to Yohji cradling an injured
Schuldich.
Yohji looked up at Aya and was about to say something.
"No," Aya said coldly.
"But you don't even know what I was going to ask," Yohji complained.
Aya narrowed his eyes and glared at Schuldich. "You got yourself
into this situation, it's up to you to get yourself out. We're not
going to help you."
Schuldich smirked. Even with the pain he was in, it still amused him
to see Aya ranting about things that couldn't be helped. "You have a
bigger stick shoved up your ass than Bradley," he drawled before
finally passing out from the pain.
Yohji looked from Schuldich to Aya, "I'm not leaving him here," he
said stubbornly.
Aya glowered. "I said no."
Narrowing his eyes, Yohji returned the glare with equal heat. "And I
said that I'm not leaving him here."
Aya sighed, knowing defeat when it arrived. "Fine. Do what you
want. But I'm warning you, Yohji. Keep that damn German out of my
sight." Aya glared once more at the unconscious redhead, wanting
nothing more to run him through with his katana, but knowing that it
would hurt Yohji just as much. He turned quickly and started to walk
towards the exit.
Ken and Omi glanced at each other, not quite believing what was
happening. Omi finally shrugged his slim shoulders and started to
follow Aya. After a quick glance at Yohji, Ken quickly followed.
Yohji sighed as he lifted the German in his arms, trying without much
luck to balance the need to not injure the man further and to hold
onto the tall man securely. `Damn, you're heavy,' he thought to
himself as he arranged the lanky man in his arms.
`I may be unconscious, but I can still hear you,' Schuldich
complained in Yohji's head.
Yohji paused for a moment before walking again. `How can you still
hear me when you're unconscious?'
`The brain is more complex then you know, Kudoh.'
`Oh.' Yohji thought, pondering that for a moment, not wanting
Schuldich to continue with the line of thought. Schuldich would kill
him if he picked this up from his mind, but Yohji had always thought
that the German was pretty dry when he lectured on the inner working
of the human mind. `So, why did Crawford shoot you?' he asked as he
came up to his car. A quick glance revealed that his team members
has already left the scene.
`Must be his time of the month or something. He throws these little
tantrums once in a while, though usually never this painful for me,'
Schuldich thought, wincing mentally as his injury was jarred when
Yohji tired to place him in the car. `Hey, fragile goods here,
babe. Handle with care.'
Yohji snorted at the comment. `Get some rest. I'm taking you to the
hospital now.'
`Yay. My most favourite place in the world,' Schuldich said sleepily
into Yohji's mind, the shock of the gun shot wound placing a shroud
of exhaustion over the telepath.
Yohji made sure that the German was secure in the back seat before
climbing into the driver's seat, starting the car. "Try to get some
rest," he repeated. "I have a feeling the next few days are going to
be interesting," Yohji said softly.
`True, but I bet I can get some amusement out of the situation,'
Schuldich murmured softly into Yohji's mind before finally dropping
off into a light slumber.
Yohji smiled and drove towards the hospital.
Authour: Amber and Zhara
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: These are not our characters, we are just playing a bit.
Summary: Yohji brings home an injured Schuldich. Will Weiss ever
recover.
Untitled
By: Amber and Zhara
The lights in the underground parking garage flickered, the sullen
orange light casting shadows as it faded in and out. The cement
surroundings echoed the sounds of a fight as Weiss and Schwarz
battled once again.
As always the usually pairings had evolved during this latest
skirmish. A smirking Brad avoided the swipes of the katana held by
the glowering Aya. Both Farfarello and Ken scowled as they tried to
score each other with their blades. Omi and Nagi seemed to be making
light sport of their combat, Omi watching with amazement as Nagi used
his telekinetic power to flick away the darts he threw at the other
boy.
And Schuldich and Yohji stood gazing at each other, Yohji's wire
hanging limply at his side as Schuldich took a serene walk through
Yohji's head.
Brad cursed out loud when Aya was able to land a shallow cut on his
arm. Sparing a moment to look around for his supposed backup, he
growled at the sight of Schuldich staring vapidly at Kudoh. `I have
had enough of this,' he thought to himself as jumped backwards, away
from another swipe of the katana. Out of Aya's range for a moment,
Brad drew his gun.
Aya managed to yell `gun', just at the shot was fired.
There was stunned silence in the garage until one outraged voice
shouted out.
"You fucking shot me, you bastard!"
Yohji rushed forward and caught the victim just before he hit the
ground.
Schuldich continued to bitch as he laid in Yohji's arms. The pain
from the bullet wound in his left shoulder sending waves of pain down
his arm. He glanced over at Crawford with pain filled eyes, just as
the American was holstering his gun. "What the fuck, Brad?" he asked.
Crawford looked down at him with a frosty statement. "I'm fucking
sick and tired of you mooning over that Weiss slut. You were
supposed to be watching my back, not his ass. When you get it out of
your system, come home." With that, Crawford waved a hand at the
rest of the stunned Schwarz members, motioning them to follow.
The equally stunned Weiss assassins watched as their rivals exited
the scene before turning their gazes to Yohji cradling an injured
Schuldich.
Yohji looked up at Aya and was about to say something.
"No," Aya said coldly.
"But you don't even know what I was going to ask," Yohji complained.
Aya narrowed his eyes and glared at Schuldich. "You got yourself
into this situation, it's up to you to get yourself out. We're not
going to help you."
Schuldich smirked. Even with the pain he was in, it still amused him
to see Aya ranting about things that couldn't be helped. "You have a
bigger stick shoved up your ass than Bradley," he drawled before
finally passing out from the pain.
Yohji looked from Schuldich to Aya, "I'm not leaving him here," he
said stubbornly.
Aya glowered. "I said no."
Narrowing his eyes, Yohji returned the glare with equal heat. "And I
said that I'm not leaving him here."
Aya sighed, knowing defeat when it arrived. "Fine. Do what you
want. But I'm warning you, Yohji. Keep that damn German out of my
sight." Aya glared once more at the unconscious redhead, wanting
nothing more to run him through with his katana, but knowing that it
would hurt Yohji just as much. He turned quickly and started to walk
towards the exit.
Ken and Omi glanced at each other, not quite believing what was
happening. Omi finally shrugged his slim shoulders and started to
follow Aya. After a quick glance at Yohji, Ken quickly followed.
Yohji sighed as he lifted the German in his arms, trying without much
luck to balance the need to not injure the man further and to hold
onto the tall man securely. `Damn, you're heavy,' he thought to
himself as he arranged the lanky man in his arms.
`I may be unconscious, but I can still hear you,' Schuldich
complained in Yohji's head.
Yohji paused for a moment before walking again. `How can you still
hear me when you're unconscious?'
`The brain is more complex then you know, Kudoh.'
`Oh.' Yohji thought, pondering that for a moment, not wanting
Schuldich to continue with the line of thought. Schuldich would kill
him if he picked this up from his mind, but Yohji had always thought
that the German was pretty dry when he lectured on the inner working
of the human mind. `So, why did Crawford shoot you?' he asked as he
came up to his car. A quick glance revealed that his team members
has already left the scene.
`Must be his time of the month or something. He throws these little
tantrums once in a while, though usually never this painful for me,'
Schuldich thought, wincing mentally as his injury was jarred when
Yohji tired to place him in the car. `Hey, fragile goods here,
babe. Handle with care.'
Yohji snorted at the comment. `Get some rest. I'm taking you to the
hospital now.'
`Yay. My most favourite place in the world,' Schuldich said sleepily
into Yohji's mind, the shock of the gun shot wound placing a shroud
of exhaustion over the telepath.
Yohji made sure that the German was secure in the back seat before
climbing into the driver's seat, starting the car. "Try to get some
rest," he repeated. "I have a feeling the next few days are going to
be interesting," Yohji said softly.
`True, but I bet I can get some amusement out of the situation,'
Schuldich murmured softly into Yohji's mind before finally dropping
off into a light slumber.
Yohji smiled and drove towards the hospital.