Out of My Bones
Weiß Kreuz
Written by Brad Crawford the Ronin





Notes

**Out of My Bones is originally sung by Randy Travis, sue me, I like country-western. Fuck off.**
**This is a yaoi fic**
**Language, people. Lots of it**
**Be happy this is dealing with Yohji Kudo and not anyone else, I usually NEVER write fics with Weiß**
**Told from Yohji's POV**





There's days like this that I am too stiff to get out of bed. The headaches were getting worse, I really needed to see a doctor. I hate doctors, since Masafumi Takatori, I refused to go to a doctor. All the while I thought about my life here and the life I lived as a private investigator. Was it Asuka that I continue to fight? To kill?

I heard a whisper in my head, a recollection of a memory of a stormy night in the park. My first meeting with the Schwarz assassin known as Schuldig, it was raining and I was soaked to the bone. My cigs were too wet to light, and I was cold. Brown hair plastered over the half of my face, beside me was Ken. We were waiting for Aya to return from his fight, he told us to hold on. Before I knew what hit us, Ken was seeing stars and I was on the ground, the barrel of a magnum in my mouth. I was eye-to-eye with a red-headed man with green eyes and he was grinning sardonically at me.

"Big, bad wolf or frightened little snow bunny? Tragic irony? Or poetic justice? I can't decide. You pick." He cocked the hammer back, but then I heard the barking of a man with no Japanese accent to back up his piss fucking poor Japanese language job. With my rain-stung eyes, I saw glimpses of a man in a white business suit. My first real glimpse of the ringleader, the German grinned at me and blew me a kiss.

"Auf Wiedersehen, mein unbeabsichtigtes. Gehen Sie zum Himmel." After that, lights out.


I stared aimlessly onto the ceiling, not at all minding the fact that Omi was standing right there.

"Yo-tan. Are you going to sleep there all day?"

"Yeah." I grinned and winked, then sat up from bed. "What time is it?"

"After 11 AM." Omi opened the blinds, blinding me temporarily.

"Damn. Missed breakfast." I snorted, then reached for my cigarettes.

"You sure did." Omi smiled and nodded, then he widened his arms. "But on the bright side, lunch is only 48 minutes away!"

"Goody."

Omi frowned at that comment, then he sat down on the bed beside me. "Yohji? What's on your mind? Really."

I took the cigarette from my lips and looked at him directly, his eyes sparkled like gemstones. Omi was always so cute to me.

"Remember the first fight between us and Schwarz?"

"Y-yeah, how could I forget?"

"It's something Schuldig said to me." I sat up and hugged one knee, my eyes now totally adjusted to the sunlight.


//Keep on walking
Till the hurting stops
Keep a'walkin
Till my temperature drops
Keep a'walkin
Till the fever is gone
And you're outta my bones//


"What'd he say to you?"

"Auf Wiedersehen, mein unbeabsichtigtes. Gehen Sie zum Himmel." I was surprised I still knew that. I don't know German at all, I always wondered what that meant.

"I know the first two words are 'Good-bye' and Himmel means 'Heaven'."

The cigarette needed a good puff, so I took a long drag. "What else?"

"I don't know much german myself." Omi smiled at me, sheepishly, then he leaned back against the bedpost. "Besides, I'm pretty sure whatever Schuldig said was very derogatory, knowing him."

"Yeah, true." But it sounded very sensual... like he was beckoning me, not slandering me.

"Well, let's get to work so we can eat." Omi got up and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.


//Chase that ghost out from under my bed
Still these voices in my head

Keep on talking
To even their spell
But I'm talking
To myself
To keep talking
From daylight till dawn
Till you're outta my bones//


I leaned back against the bedframe and sighed, the light seemed less painful to the eyes. It's been a couple of months since we even seen a hide or hair from Schwarz, but why I am I thinking of Schuldig???


//Bury your jacket in my backyard
Carry your picture in my shoes

Keep walking
Till the hurting stops
Keep a'walkin
Till my temperature drops
Keep a'walkin
Till the fever is gone
And you're outta my bones



...that's a good fucking question.




-Continued-