TITLE: Shades of Gray 5 / ?
AUTHOR: Hana-chan gohana_chan@yahoo.ca
CATEGORY: dark, angst, yaoi,
PAIRINGS: (Nagi) x Ken x Nagi Omi+Aya, Others later.
RATING: varies - PG 13 for language
WARNINGS: This has yaoi in it.
SPOILERS: The series, Dramatic Precious, Dramatic Image III -Schwarz,
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, or anything connected to them.
ARCHIVE: FanFiction.Net http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=81835
NOTES: The fic WILL still make sense if you don't know the Dramatic CDs, but it might be a bit of a spoiler. Oh, since I don't know what Kitten in the House looks like, I took some creative license. Please don't kill me ^_^
FEEDBACK: Please! This is my first WK fic and I'd like to hear what people think so I'll continue writing.
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::telepathy:: //phone or headset//
Shades of Gray
Chapter 5
Nagi stared blankly at the computer screen while a pencil tapped itself lightly on the desk. It had been five days. Five days of mind-blowing sex, or masturbation, or whatever you wanted to call it. It was the most intense thing he'd ever experienced.
It also scared him.
He'd never felt this strong of an attraction, sexual or otherwise, to anyone in seventeen years of life, and he was concerned. The closest thing he could compare to was what he'd felt for Tot, and that wasn't even very close. He'd been attracted to her childlike innocence; the way she treated him like a person and not a freak to be feared and avoided. He hadn't been attracted to her sexually; he'd just been trying to find in her something he'd always wanted. Acceptance. Actually, if she'd had the mind of an adult, he wouldn't have been attracted to her at all.
Siberian - no Ken - was something else entirely.
What he felt for the Weiss assassin was very similar to an addiction. He couldn't get enough of the man. Even though they hadn't physically touched beyond kissing, he couldn't get Ken out of his mind. He was drawn to that tree every night, looking for the sexual high that he'd found with the soccer player.
The sexual high, the addiction, was what he was having trouble dealing with. He understood the basic attraction. After all, Ken was more than just good-looking - he was sex personified. The way he moved, touched himself, responded to Nagi's telekinesis; it riveted his attention like nothing else.
It didn't explain the intensity of his ~own~ addiction though. Ken's he could understand. After using his powers on Ken that first night, he'd tried them on himself to see how effective they were, and he had to admit that it felt phenomenal - almost better than the one time he'd been with Schuldich. He could easily see how the Weiss member could get addicted to it.
Siberian wasn't a telekinetic though; he wasn't even psychic. He was gorgeous, sexy, and when he did that strip-tease . . . but Nagi shouldn't have reacted any differently to him than to another equally hot man doing the same. He'd been to strip clubs with Schuldich and knew that while he was aroused by the men there, it paled in comparison to what he experienced with Ken. He hadn't felt the same driving desire to touch them, to feel them over him, inside him, fucking him into oblivion.
It wasn't just the idea of sex - he knew that Schuldich would happily fuck him silly if he asked, but while the redhead had made his first time very enjoyable, Nagi had no particular desire to sleep with him. He didn't dislike the idea, but given the choice he'd pick Ken hands down.
The thought that the only person he wanted to be with was a member of Weiss worried him though. He'd spent a lot of time forcing emotions out of himself - he couldn't afford them because as soon as he felt something for anyone they invariably abandoned him, leaving him alone again. So far only Schwarz hadn't deserted him; he didn't know why, but he suspected that it was either because he was still useful to the team or because they were freaks too. It might have been because they cared, Schuldich anyway, but Nagi was never sure what to think of the telepath, not since that day in Rosenkruz when his name had changed.
Nagi didn't know what would happen to him, to this need, if Siberian were to abandon him as well once the novelty wore off. He didn't like the fact that he cared about it. What he needed to do was find out ~why~ he reacted so strongly to Ken.
Glancing at his clock, he frowned slightly. It was earlier than he normally went over - only two in the morning, but he supposed that if Ken was on a mission he could just wait for him to come home again.
Changing quickly into a white oxford shirt and dark blue drawstring pants that he knew Ken liked, he crept from his room towards the front door. He needn't have worried about being caught however, as no one was around. Thinking about that, he frowned in puzzlement as he put on his coat. Crawford, the man who liked having express control over everyone's actions, was letting him continue this relationship or whatever it was with Ken. He wasn't sure he liked the implications of that. It must have meant that the American had forseen something. The vision would have to be important though if it made Crawford believe that fraternizing with the enemy was considered an acceptable use of time.
Shaking his head, Nagi left. Right now he didn't want to think about team dynamics. He just wanted to find out more about his newest addiction, and then do something about it.
*~*~*~*
Creeping silently towards the trunk of the tree, Aya-chan paused a moment to look at the Koneko. The third floor lights were on, meaning that Youji, Omi, and her brother were in their rooms. Ken's lights were still out so she assumed that he'd grabbed the shower first. She would have to be careful if she wanted to sneak back in without being noticed. It irritated her enough that she was this late returning from the mission - there had been a lot more snipers hidden around than usual. She'd also been followed a short distance, forcing her to lead the guy away and kill him at close range.
She shuddered. Seven more kills. She could see now why her brother got to be the way he was; at least she had the knowledge that if she didn't kill, her family would die. She didn't know if she would have been able to kill those people otherwise.
Shaking her head, she made sure her rifle was secured on her back and climbed the tree. Lost in thought in the familiar territory of the yard, she was startled to suddenly find herself frozen in place, unable to move so much as an inch in any direction.
Peering into the darkness, Aya-chan could dimly make out the shape of Ken's boyfriend. The young man's hair fluttered around his face though there was no breeze.
"What are you doing?" the guy asked her.
Aya-chan debated her answer for a moment, but since she was unable to move, she didn't think she had many options.
"I'm sneaking back into my room," she said. Maybe he'd believe that she was returning from a party.
"With a sniper rifle?" He snorted in disbelief.
The girl frowned wondering how he'd recognized that. "And how would you know that?" she demanded. "I could have anything on my back."
He snorted again. "Not likely."
Rolling her eyes, Aya-chan sighed. "Look, I know that you and Ken have this nice little masturbation thing going on, and I'll be happy to let you keep it up, but I really want to go inside, clean off and go to bed."
The guy blinked a few times then frowned himself. "You're Weiss, aren't you?" he said bluntly.
Startled she simply stared at him.
Obviously interpreting her silence as agreement, he nodded to himself. "I thought so. You smell like blood and gunpowder."
"How would you know. . ." she trailed off realizing who this had to be. "You're Schwarz."
The boy growled a bit. "Now what?" he said to himself, soft enough that Aya-chan could barely hear him.
"I wouldn't recommend killing me," she commented dryly. "If my brother didn't skewer you with his katana, you'd have to deal with being strangled or shot - that is if Ken didn't gut you first."
The final remark was met with a startled expression.
"Ken may like you," she said noticing the look. "But he'll kill anyone who hurts me. He'd probably kill Weiss if they hurt me for some reason, so he wouldn't hesitate to kill you."
The boy's face didn't show a lot of expression, but she had the feeling that he was debating his course of action. Finally he sighed and she felt the invisible bonds that held her loosen.
"Are you going to tell them?" he asked.
Climbing further into the tree, she settled onto the branch next to his. "I doubt it, other than Ken that is."
"You aren't? Why not? You're Weiss aren't you?"
"I'm unofficially Weiss," she replied. "I don't think my brother would appreciate finding out that his little sister is an assassin. Besides, Ken must have had a reason not to tell anyone."
"Unofficially Weiss? That's odd." He shrugged. "I'm Ken's reason for not telling anyone. It would look bad if the rest of the team knew about us."
Aya-chan frowned. Something about that seemed off - Ken cared about what the others thought, but only to a certain extent. "I don't think that's it, not totally anyway. He's probably wondering if you're part of Korat's stupid test."
He raised an eyebrow. "Not likely unless Kritiker has taken to working for crime bosses. I got sent on that mission last minute. How did you know when it started anyway?"
"I was in the bushes." Thinking about that first night and what had happened tonight she gasped. "So that's why he reacts that way!"
The boy in the tree with her raised an eyebrow questioningly, though he didn't speak.
"I'd wondered what he got out of your little sessions," she elaborated. "I mean, you're hot and all, especially when you're, well, doing that stuff with him, but I've wondered why he was so intense about it. What do you get out of it though? I mean he gets touched by your telekinesis I assume, so what about you? Ken isn't telekinetic or anything else to my knowledge."
"Oh," was the response. "What do I get?" There was a long pause, and Aya-chan wondered if he'd say anything more. He gave the impression of being a fairly private person, despite the fact he jacked-off in a tree regularly.
There was a slight frown on his face, but he shrugged and answered her. "It's been bothering me," he replied softly. "I don't ~know~ what keeps drawing me back here. There's just something about the way he acts, moves . . ."
Nodding, Aya-chan sighed, shivering at the delicious memory. "I know what you mean."
"You do? Wait. What did you mean when you said I was hot before?"
"Well," she felt herself blush. "I was in the bushes on the first night, and I saw Ken, and as for you, well, my room is directly next to Ken's so I can see everything he can. . ."
She was sure that she saw him blush at that, though she couldn't see his face clearly to tell for certain.
"You reacted strongly to him?"
Smile playing on her lips she nodded. "I actually came because of it. It was the most intense thing I've ever experienced. You're fun to watch, but there was just something about him that was overpowering."
The boy blinked and nodded. "It isn't just me then? I wonder. . ."
The appearance of Ken's bedroom light caught Aya-chan's attention. "I have to go in before they notice I'm not there. You keep my secret, I'll keep yours?"
Ken's boyfriend nodded.
Scampering along the branch, the girl opened her window and slipped inside. Turning, she waved at the boy and hurried to change out of her clothing, tossing the bloodied outfit into a plastic hamper with a wince. She'd wash it later when she wouldn't get caught. Hearing everyone but Ken upstairs, she hurriedly ran into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. She wanted to get the blood and gunpowder off as soon as possible.
After her shower, she went back to her room and wrote a quick note to Ken which she slipped under his door. She figured that he'd be occupied with his boyfriend for a while, but she needed to talk to him, to find out why he was fraternizing, if it could be called that, with the enemy. Something about the whole situation seemed off, and she was determined to find out exactly what it was.
~*~*~*~*~
Ken stretched, sated smile on his lips as he watched Nagi slowly relax against the tree trunk. He loved the arrangement they had, but he couldn't help but wonder what Nagi got out of it. He supposed that the kinetic might simply be a voyeur, but that idea seemed wrong - at least in so far as it being the ~only~ reason. He knew that he personally had more than a little voyeurism, and exhibitionism, in himself but Nagi seemed too shy and, well, inexperienced, though Ken knew that the two didn't necessarily go together. It just felt odd to the soccer player though he couldn't say why.
Licking his lips slowly, Ken found himself wondering again what it would be like to touch the Schwarz teen, to actually come ~inside~ him.
"Want to go clubbing this weekend?" he blurted out impulsively. He saw Nagi blink in surprise, and rushed on to clarify. "There's a new club opening on Friday and I wanted to know if you'd like to go. We could talk, or dance, or whatever you wanted to do."
The young man in the tree tilted his head in thought and Ken hoped that he would agree - he really did want to get to know the kinetic better and, while meeting as they did was fun, it was hard to have a decent conversation without shouting.
Nagi seemed to come to a decision and he nodded. "Where do you want to meet?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Ken replied. "This might be a dumb question, but do you have any club clothes? I hear that Black Magic, the new club, is going to be big on dress codes - sexy but not trashy if you know what I mean."
"I'm not going to wear leather," Nagi stated bluntly.
Ken pouted exaggeratedly. "You don't have to wear leather," he said though he personally thought that the kinetic would look hot in low-slung leather pants, but he didn't say anything. Maybe next time. He blinked at the thought wondering when he'd decided that he wanted there to be a next time.
Shrugging he turned his mind back to the topic at hand. Humming in thought, Ken eyed the shadowed partner. "I don't think that my taste in clothing is going to work - I'm either too casual or too, um, leather and plastic for your tastes."
"Why would that affect my choices?"
"Well, I personally think you'd look damn hot in leather but . . ."
"Oh, for heaven's sake," came an exasperated voice. Ken jumped back, blushing in what he was sure was a full body blush before his mind kicked in and he realized that the voice belonged to Aya-chan.
Sticking his head out the window he looked over to see her leaning on the windowsill of her own room.
"Hi, Ken-kun," she said sweetly in her best Omi imitation. "Hi. . . Hey, you never ~did~ tell me your name. I can't just call you Ken's Boyfriend, and your code name is right out I think."
Ken looked over to see Nagi blushing, pants secured properly at his waist again. "Am I missing something here?" he asked.
"We bumped into each other when I was sneaking back in tonight. We ended up agreeing to keep each other's secrets."
"You weren't, um," Ken stammered, groaning at his inability to ~talk~ about what he could so comfortably ~do~.
"No, I wasn't watching. The noise kept me awake, then you started talking so I decided to put my two cents in. So. . ."
"Nagi," the Schwarz member supplied.
"Nagi. So, Nagi, do you want me to go with you to pick out something to wear? Ken's usual choice of 'fuck-me-now' clothing seems a bit too revealing for you since I've never seen you in anything other than loose pants and long sleeved shirts."
Ken blushed again, and noticed that Nagi seemed to be embarrassed as well. He'd have to find out just how often she'd actually seen him to be able to make a generalization like that.
"I can still pick out stuff that's less, well, less like my stuff just as well as you can."
"Yeah, but you're closing the shop for the next two days so you won't have time to go out."
"Damn, I forgot about that."
"So, Nagi, want me to go with you?" she asked.
Ken noticed his boyfriend, if he could call him that, looking between him and Aya-chan. Ken shrugged. "It's up to you, but she has excellent taste, and she isn't nearly as annoying as she sounds like she'd be."
"I am ~not~ annoying about shopping, at least not when I'm shopping for ~other~ people. You're one to talk Mr. If-it-doesn't-look-painted-on-I-don't-want-it."
"Not all my stuff looks painted on," he protested.
"No, just the stuff you wear out to clubs," she said, rolling her eyes and winking at Nagi. "I think you'd like what he wears to the usual places," she directed to the kinetic in the tree. "His outfits make ~me~ hot and I don't want to sleep with him."
Nagi scratched his head then shrugged. "I guess it's better than asking Schu," he said. "I'd never hear the end of it, and I don't know if I'd ~want~ to wear what he wears to clubs."
Ken winced, thinking of the German's green double-breasted jacket. "If he wears anything like what he ~used~ to wear, I don't blame you."
A brief grin flashed across the kinetic's face. "His club wear shows a bit more taste than that, but it tends to be more. . ."
"Hot and slutty?" asked Ken who could easily picture the redhead in leather.
Nagi nodded. "He does look good, but I can't imagine wearing anything like that myself. He'd probably enjoy sticking me into that sort of thing though."
Aya-chan shook her head. "I can't really picture it since I don't really have a clear memory of what he looks like, but if he looks anything like my friend Red, then it's definitely a yummy picture."
Ken watched his 'sister' lick her lips and figured she had it bad for this Red guy. He'd have to make a point of meeting him the next time they went out clubbing together. "So, you guys going to hook up to shop, or what?"
Shaking her head, she looked at the young man in the tree. "How about tomorrow afternoon?" she asked. "We can hit a couple of malls that sell stuff in between Ken's club clothes and what you're wearing now. We should be able to find something you'd be comfortable with that looks totally hot as well."
Nagi nodded. "How about I meet you at the café down the street? That way noone from the Weiss should see me, and you won't get in trouble, and I won't have to make a scene - I am supposed to be dead after all."
The girl laughed. "If you're dead, I want to meet a nice dead guy too."
Ken rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go to bed so that Nagi and I can say good night in private?"
She stuck her tounge out at him, and waved at the Schwarz teen. "See you tomorrow, Nagi," she called before pulling back into her room and closing the window.
"Sorry about that," Ken apologized. "I hope you didn't feel pressured into shopping with her - when she gets an idea into her head she gets ~very~ persistent."
The other youth shook his head. "It's okay," he said. "I think I like her."
"Will you be able to go?" Ken asked suddenly. He knew that Schuldich was alive for certain now, and he imagined that the other two Schwarz members would be as well. He didn't know what Crawford would think of the idea of him spending too much time with Nagi.
"Probably," he commented. "He hasn't said anything to stop me so far, so I don't know if he'll start now. If it is a problem, I'll get a message to you before we're supposed to meet. Sound good?"
Ken nodded. "See you tomorrow night?"
The boy in the tree nodded with quick grin. "Definitely," he said before scampering along the tree branch to the window.
The Weiss assassin grinned and leaned out the window again. "Goodnight kiss?" he asked unnecessarily.
The two met in a brief kiss that quickly became more passionate. Ken flicked his tongue along Nagi's lips, moaning slightly as the boy opened his mouth to his invasion. They were forced to break off the kiss however, when Nagi lurched sideways on the branch and nearly fell. Sighing, Ken gave his boyfriend a quick kiss in apology. "Until tomorrow," he said.
He got a shy smile in return before the boy turned and made his way back to the tree trunk and down into the yard. Waving once, he watched until Nagi vanished around the corner before he closed his window and curtains.
He wished that he dared let Nagi spend the night - the idea of curling up with him was more and more appealing every time they met. Sighing again, he cleaned up what was left of the mess he made and crawled into bed. At least he'd get a chance to have more physical contact with him in a couple of days. If nothing else, maybe they could find a hotel room or something so that Ken could start repaying Nagi for the amazing way his telekinesis made him feel.
~*~*~*~*~
Schuldich sat silently in the dark shadows of the living room as Nagi snuck through the house to his room. He smelled of sex and the redhead wondered at how far he seemed to be going with the Weiss Kitty.
When he heard the door to Nagi's room close he turned to the shadowed figure who stood just out of sight of the front door. "So, Brad," he said, "why ~are~ you letting him continue to see Siberian? You realize that at this rate he's going to get emotionally involved, if he hasn't already, don't you? He's never let anyone other than us get this close to him before, and he's never taken a regular lover."
"I know that, Schuldich," replied the American softly. "Something is happening though - something that makes the whole fiasco with Esstet seem like child's play."
Schuldich felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. "You mean we're stuck dealing with more of those fuckin' psychotic demon summoners again?" he exclaimed softly.
Craford glared at the wall, in what appeared to be intense frustration. "I don't know for sure, but I ~do~ know that both Weiss and Schwarz will be at the centre of it. If we, if the world, plans on making it through this Nagi and Siberian need to have this connection. And before you ask, I don't know ~why~ just that it has to be there."
Frowning in thought, the telepath didn't press the issue. He knew how rare it was that Brad told ~anyone~ about his visions, especially when they were this vague. It was times like this he was glad that he wasn't an empath - he didn't know if he'd be able to sense Brad's emotions any better than he could sense his thoughts, but he knew that he didn't want to feel the level of frustration that the precog was obviously experiencing. Any emotion that was overwhelming enough to make Brad discuss what he saw wasn't something Schuldich wanted contact with. That and the fact that the other man's nightmares were such that the redhead had the distinct impression that if he were an empathy he'd be sucked into them, and he wasn't sure of what would happen if no one was around to sing the little music box melody that was to be the only thing that pulled Brad out of the visions.
Shaking his head he tried to gather his thoughts. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. He liked being difficult most of the time, but even he knew when to quit, or at least ease off.
"Nothing right now," the precog said slowly. "You're going to have an important role later, we all are, but right now whatever's happening between Nagi and Siberian has to be allowed to continue and grow. I think that, no, I know that it will be vital later."
Schuldich nodded. Is there anything else?" he asked, covering a yawn.
Brad shook his head. "Not right now. Go to bed. I'm going to stay up a bit longer."
The German looked at his leader again and shrugged before levering himself to his feet. Taking one last look, he left the taller man standing in his dark corner and moved towards his room. He didn't want to think about it, but he knew that trouble was coming, and he felt helpless, and if there was one thing he hated, it was feeling helpless.
What he needed was to go out to a club and lose himself in the noise, preferably with someone like Acii. It was too late for that tonight, but he wondered if he would run into her on the weekend. The thought of dancing with her, and possibly convincing her to do more than dance let him drift off to sleep with a smile on his face, thoughts of trouble put aside until the morning.
TBC
AUTHOR: Hana-chan gohana_chan@yahoo.ca
CATEGORY: dark, angst, yaoi,
PAIRINGS: (Nagi) x Ken x Nagi Omi+Aya, Others later.
RATING: varies - PG 13 for language
WARNINGS: This has yaoi in it.
SPOILERS: The series, Dramatic Precious, Dramatic Image III -Schwarz,
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, or anything connected to them.
ARCHIVE: FanFiction.Net http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=81835
NOTES: The fic WILL still make sense if you don't know the Dramatic CDs, but it might be a bit of a spoiler. Oh, since I don't know what Kitten in the House looks like, I took some creative license. Please don't kill me ^_^
FEEDBACK: Please! This is my first WK fic and I'd like to hear what people think so I'll continue writing.
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::telepathy:: //phone or headset//
Shades of Gray
Chapter 5
Nagi stared blankly at the computer screen while a pencil tapped itself lightly on the desk. It had been five days. Five days of mind-blowing sex, or masturbation, or whatever you wanted to call it. It was the most intense thing he'd ever experienced.
It also scared him.
He'd never felt this strong of an attraction, sexual or otherwise, to anyone in seventeen years of life, and he was concerned. The closest thing he could compare to was what he'd felt for Tot, and that wasn't even very close. He'd been attracted to her childlike innocence; the way she treated him like a person and not a freak to be feared and avoided. He hadn't been attracted to her sexually; he'd just been trying to find in her something he'd always wanted. Acceptance. Actually, if she'd had the mind of an adult, he wouldn't have been attracted to her at all.
Siberian - no Ken - was something else entirely.
What he felt for the Weiss assassin was very similar to an addiction. He couldn't get enough of the man. Even though they hadn't physically touched beyond kissing, he couldn't get Ken out of his mind. He was drawn to that tree every night, looking for the sexual high that he'd found with the soccer player.
The sexual high, the addiction, was what he was having trouble dealing with. He understood the basic attraction. After all, Ken was more than just good-looking - he was sex personified. The way he moved, touched himself, responded to Nagi's telekinesis; it riveted his attention like nothing else.
It didn't explain the intensity of his ~own~ addiction though. Ken's he could understand. After using his powers on Ken that first night, he'd tried them on himself to see how effective they were, and he had to admit that it felt phenomenal - almost better than the one time he'd been with Schuldich. He could easily see how the Weiss member could get addicted to it.
Siberian wasn't a telekinetic though; he wasn't even psychic. He was gorgeous, sexy, and when he did that strip-tease . . . but Nagi shouldn't have reacted any differently to him than to another equally hot man doing the same. He'd been to strip clubs with Schuldich and knew that while he was aroused by the men there, it paled in comparison to what he experienced with Ken. He hadn't felt the same driving desire to touch them, to feel them over him, inside him, fucking him into oblivion.
It wasn't just the idea of sex - he knew that Schuldich would happily fuck him silly if he asked, but while the redhead had made his first time very enjoyable, Nagi had no particular desire to sleep with him. He didn't dislike the idea, but given the choice he'd pick Ken hands down.
The thought that the only person he wanted to be with was a member of Weiss worried him though. He'd spent a lot of time forcing emotions out of himself - he couldn't afford them because as soon as he felt something for anyone they invariably abandoned him, leaving him alone again. So far only Schwarz hadn't deserted him; he didn't know why, but he suspected that it was either because he was still useful to the team or because they were freaks too. It might have been because they cared, Schuldich anyway, but Nagi was never sure what to think of the telepath, not since that day in Rosenkruz when his name had changed.
Nagi didn't know what would happen to him, to this need, if Siberian were to abandon him as well once the novelty wore off. He didn't like the fact that he cared about it. What he needed to do was find out ~why~ he reacted so strongly to Ken.
Glancing at his clock, he frowned slightly. It was earlier than he normally went over - only two in the morning, but he supposed that if Ken was on a mission he could just wait for him to come home again.
Changing quickly into a white oxford shirt and dark blue drawstring pants that he knew Ken liked, he crept from his room towards the front door. He needn't have worried about being caught however, as no one was around. Thinking about that, he frowned in puzzlement as he put on his coat. Crawford, the man who liked having express control over everyone's actions, was letting him continue this relationship or whatever it was with Ken. He wasn't sure he liked the implications of that. It must have meant that the American had forseen something. The vision would have to be important though if it made Crawford believe that fraternizing with the enemy was considered an acceptable use of time.
Shaking his head, Nagi left. Right now he didn't want to think about team dynamics. He just wanted to find out more about his newest addiction, and then do something about it.
*~*~*~*
Creeping silently towards the trunk of the tree, Aya-chan paused a moment to look at the Koneko. The third floor lights were on, meaning that Youji, Omi, and her brother were in their rooms. Ken's lights were still out so she assumed that he'd grabbed the shower first. She would have to be careful if she wanted to sneak back in without being noticed. It irritated her enough that she was this late returning from the mission - there had been a lot more snipers hidden around than usual. She'd also been followed a short distance, forcing her to lead the guy away and kill him at close range.
She shuddered. Seven more kills. She could see now why her brother got to be the way he was; at least she had the knowledge that if she didn't kill, her family would die. She didn't know if she would have been able to kill those people otherwise.
Shaking her head, she made sure her rifle was secured on her back and climbed the tree. Lost in thought in the familiar territory of the yard, she was startled to suddenly find herself frozen in place, unable to move so much as an inch in any direction.
Peering into the darkness, Aya-chan could dimly make out the shape of Ken's boyfriend. The young man's hair fluttered around his face though there was no breeze.
"What are you doing?" the guy asked her.
Aya-chan debated her answer for a moment, but since she was unable to move, she didn't think she had many options.
"I'm sneaking back into my room," she said. Maybe he'd believe that she was returning from a party.
"With a sniper rifle?" He snorted in disbelief.
The girl frowned wondering how he'd recognized that. "And how would you know that?" she demanded. "I could have anything on my back."
He snorted again. "Not likely."
Rolling her eyes, Aya-chan sighed. "Look, I know that you and Ken have this nice little masturbation thing going on, and I'll be happy to let you keep it up, but I really want to go inside, clean off and go to bed."
The guy blinked a few times then frowned himself. "You're Weiss, aren't you?" he said bluntly.
Startled she simply stared at him.
Obviously interpreting her silence as agreement, he nodded to himself. "I thought so. You smell like blood and gunpowder."
"How would you know. . ." she trailed off realizing who this had to be. "You're Schwarz."
The boy growled a bit. "Now what?" he said to himself, soft enough that Aya-chan could barely hear him.
"I wouldn't recommend killing me," she commented dryly. "If my brother didn't skewer you with his katana, you'd have to deal with being strangled or shot - that is if Ken didn't gut you first."
The final remark was met with a startled expression.
"Ken may like you," she said noticing the look. "But he'll kill anyone who hurts me. He'd probably kill Weiss if they hurt me for some reason, so he wouldn't hesitate to kill you."
The boy's face didn't show a lot of expression, but she had the feeling that he was debating his course of action. Finally he sighed and she felt the invisible bonds that held her loosen.
"Are you going to tell them?" he asked.
Climbing further into the tree, she settled onto the branch next to his. "I doubt it, other than Ken that is."
"You aren't? Why not? You're Weiss aren't you?"
"I'm unofficially Weiss," she replied. "I don't think my brother would appreciate finding out that his little sister is an assassin. Besides, Ken must have had a reason not to tell anyone."
"Unofficially Weiss? That's odd." He shrugged. "I'm Ken's reason for not telling anyone. It would look bad if the rest of the team knew about us."
Aya-chan frowned. Something about that seemed off - Ken cared about what the others thought, but only to a certain extent. "I don't think that's it, not totally anyway. He's probably wondering if you're part of Korat's stupid test."
He raised an eyebrow. "Not likely unless Kritiker has taken to working for crime bosses. I got sent on that mission last minute. How did you know when it started anyway?"
"I was in the bushes." Thinking about that first night and what had happened tonight she gasped. "So that's why he reacts that way!"
The boy in the tree with her raised an eyebrow questioningly, though he didn't speak.
"I'd wondered what he got out of your little sessions," she elaborated. "I mean, you're hot and all, especially when you're, well, doing that stuff with him, but I've wondered why he was so intense about it. What do you get out of it though? I mean he gets touched by your telekinesis I assume, so what about you? Ken isn't telekinetic or anything else to my knowledge."
"Oh," was the response. "What do I get?" There was a long pause, and Aya-chan wondered if he'd say anything more. He gave the impression of being a fairly private person, despite the fact he jacked-off in a tree regularly.
There was a slight frown on his face, but he shrugged and answered her. "It's been bothering me," he replied softly. "I don't ~know~ what keeps drawing me back here. There's just something about the way he acts, moves . . ."
Nodding, Aya-chan sighed, shivering at the delicious memory. "I know what you mean."
"You do? Wait. What did you mean when you said I was hot before?"
"Well," she felt herself blush. "I was in the bushes on the first night, and I saw Ken, and as for you, well, my room is directly next to Ken's so I can see everything he can. . ."
She was sure that she saw him blush at that, though she couldn't see his face clearly to tell for certain.
"You reacted strongly to him?"
Smile playing on her lips she nodded. "I actually came because of it. It was the most intense thing I've ever experienced. You're fun to watch, but there was just something about him that was overpowering."
The boy blinked and nodded. "It isn't just me then? I wonder. . ."
The appearance of Ken's bedroom light caught Aya-chan's attention. "I have to go in before they notice I'm not there. You keep my secret, I'll keep yours?"
Ken's boyfriend nodded.
Scampering along the branch, the girl opened her window and slipped inside. Turning, she waved at the boy and hurried to change out of her clothing, tossing the bloodied outfit into a plastic hamper with a wince. She'd wash it later when she wouldn't get caught. Hearing everyone but Ken upstairs, she hurriedly ran into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. She wanted to get the blood and gunpowder off as soon as possible.
After her shower, she went back to her room and wrote a quick note to Ken which she slipped under his door. She figured that he'd be occupied with his boyfriend for a while, but she needed to talk to him, to find out why he was fraternizing, if it could be called that, with the enemy. Something about the whole situation seemed off, and she was determined to find out exactly what it was.
~*~*~*~*~
Ken stretched, sated smile on his lips as he watched Nagi slowly relax against the tree trunk. He loved the arrangement they had, but he couldn't help but wonder what Nagi got out of it. He supposed that the kinetic might simply be a voyeur, but that idea seemed wrong - at least in so far as it being the ~only~ reason. He knew that he personally had more than a little voyeurism, and exhibitionism, in himself but Nagi seemed too shy and, well, inexperienced, though Ken knew that the two didn't necessarily go together. It just felt odd to the soccer player though he couldn't say why.
Licking his lips slowly, Ken found himself wondering again what it would be like to touch the Schwarz teen, to actually come ~inside~ him.
"Want to go clubbing this weekend?" he blurted out impulsively. He saw Nagi blink in surprise, and rushed on to clarify. "There's a new club opening on Friday and I wanted to know if you'd like to go. We could talk, or dance, or whatever you wanted to do."
The young man in the tree tilted his head in thought and Ken hoped that he would agree - he really did want to get to know the kinetic better and, while meeting as they did was fun, it was hard to have a decent conversation without shouting.
Nagi seemed to come to a decision and he nodded. "Where do you want to meet?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Ken replied. "This might be a dumb question, but do you have any club clothes? I hear that Black Magic, the new club, is going to be big on dress codes - sexy but not trashy if you know what I mean."
"I'm not going to wear leather," Nagi stated bluntly.
Ken pouted exaggeratedly. "You don't have to wear leather," he said though he personally thought that the kinetic would look hot in low-slung leather pants, but he didn't say anything. Maybe next time. He blinked at the thought wondering when he'd decided that he wanted there to be a next time.
Shrugging he turned his mind back to the topic at hand. Humming in thought, Ken eyed the shadowed partner. "I don't think that my taste in clothing is going to work - I'm either too casual or too, um, leather and plastic for your tastes."
"Why would that affect my choices?"
"Well, I personally think you'd look damn hot in leather but . . ."
"Oh, for heaven's sake," came an exasperated voice. Ken jumped back, blushing in what he was sure was a full body blush before his mind kicked in and he realized that the voice belonged to Aya-chan.
Sticking his head out the window he looked over to see her leaning on the windowsill of her own room.
"Hi, Ken-kun," she said sweetly in her best Omi imitation. "Hi. . . Hey, you never ~did~ tell me your name. I can't just call you Ken's Boyfriend, and your code name is right out I think."
Ken looked over to see Nagi blushing, pants secured properly at his waist again. "Am I missing something here?" he asked.
"We bumped into each other when I was sneaking back in tonight. We ended up agreeing to keep each other's secrets."
"You weren't, um," Ken stammered, groaning at his inability to ~talk~ about what he could so comfortably ~do~.
"No, I wasn't watching. The noise kept me awake, then you started talking so I decided to put my two cents in. So. . ."
"Nagi," the Schwarz member supplied.
"Nagi. So, Nagi, do you want me to go with you to pick out something to wear? Ken's usual choice of 'fuck-me-now' clothing seems a bit too revealing for you since I've never seen you in anything other than loose pants and long sleeved shirts."
Ken blushed again, and noticed that Nagi seemed to be embarrassed as well. He'd have to find out just how often she'd actually seen him to be able to make a generalization like that.
"I can still pick out stuff that's less, well, less like my stuff just as well as you can."
"Yeah, but you're closing the shop for the next two days so you won't have time to go out."
"Damn, I forgot about that."
"So, Nagi, want me to go with you?" she asked.
Ken noticed his boyfriend, if he could call him that, looking between him and Aya-chan. Ken shrugged. "It's up to you, but she has excellent taste, and she isn't nearly as annoying as she sounds like she'd be."
"I am ~not~ annoying about shopping, at least not when I'm shopping for ~other~ people. You're one to talk Mr. If-it-doesn't-look-painted-on-I-don't-want-it."
"Not all my stuff looks painted on," he protested.
"No, just the stuff you wear out to clubs," she said, rolling her eyes and winking at Nagi. "I think you'd like what he wears to the usual places," she directed to the kinetic in the tree. "His outfits make ~me~ hot and I don't want to sleep with him."
Nagi scratched his head then shrugged. "I guess it's better than asking Schu," he said. "I'd never hear the end of it, and I don't know if I'd ~want~ to wear what he wears to clubs."
Ken winced, thinking of the German's green double-breasted jacket. "If he wears anything like what he ~used~ to wear, I don't blame you."
A brief grin flashed across the kinetic's face. "His club wear shows a bit more taste than that, but it tends to be more. . ."
"Hot and slutty?" asked Ken who could easily picture the redhead in leather.
Nagi nodded. "He does look good, but I can't imagine wearing anything like that myself. He'd probably enjoy sticking me into that sort of thing though."
Aya-chan shook her head. "I can't really picture it since I don't really have a clear memory of what he looks like, but if he looks anything like my friend Red, then it's definitely a yummy picture."
Ken watched his 'sister' lick her lips and figured she had it bad for this Red guy. He'd have to make a point of meeting him the next time they went out clubbing together. "So, you guys going to hook up to shop, or what?"
Shaking her head, she looked at the young man in the tree. "How about tomorrow afternoon?" she asked. "We can hit a couple of malls that sell stuff in between Ken's club clothes and what you're wearing now. We should be able to find something you'd be comfortable with that looks totally hot as well."
Nagi nodded. "How about I meet you at the café down the street? That way noone from the Weiss should see me, and you won't get in trouble, and I won't have to make a scene - I am supposed to be dead after all."
The girl laughed. "If you're dead, I want to meet a nice dead guy too."
Ken rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go to bed so that Nagi and I can say good night in private?"
She stuck her tounge out at him, and waved at the Schwarz teen. "See you tomorrow, Nagi," she called before pulling back into her room and closing the window.
"Sorry about that," Ken apologized. "I hope you didn't feel pressured into shopping with her - when she gets an idea into her head she gets ~very~ persistent."
The other youth shook his head. "It's okay," he said. "I think I like her."
"Will you be able to go?" Ken asked suddenly. He knew that Schuldich was alive for certain now, and he imagined that the other two Schwarz members would be as well. He didn't know what Crawford would think of the idea of him spending too much time with Nagi.
"Probably," he commented. "He hasn't said anything to stop me so far, so I don't know if he'll start now. If it is a problem, I'll get a message to you before we're supposed to meet. Sound good?"
Ken nodded. "See you tomorrow night?"
The boy in the tree nodded with quick grin. "Definitely," he said before scampering along the tree branch to the window.
The Weiss assassin grinned and leaned out the window again. "Goodnight kiss?" he asked unnecessarily.
The two met in a brief kiss that quickly became more passionate. Ken flicked his tongue along Nagi's lips, moaning slightly as the boy opened his mouth to his invasion. They were forced to break off the kiss however, when Nagi lurched sideways on the branch and nearly fell. Sighing, Ken gave his boyfriend a quick kiss in apology. "Until tomorrow," he said.
He got a shy smile in return before the boy turned and made his way back to the tree trunk and down into the yard. Waving once, he watched until Nagi vanished around the corner before he closed his window and curtains.
He wished that he dared let Nagi spend the night - the idea of curling up with him was more and more appealing every time they met. Sighing again, he cleaned up what was left of the mess he made and crawled into bed. At least he'd get a chance to have more physical contact with him in a couple of days. If nothing else, maybe they could find a hotel room or something so that Ken could start repaying Nagi for the amazing way his telekinesis made him feel.
~*~*~*~*~
Schuldich sat silently in the dark shadows of the living room as Nagi snuck through the house to his room. He smelled of sex and the redhead wondered at how far he seemed to be going with the Weiss Kitty.
When he heard the door to Nagi's room close he turned to the shadowed figure who stood just out of sight of the front door. "So, Brad," he said, "why ~are~ you letting him continue to see Siberian? You realize that at this rate he's going to get emotionally involved, if he hasn't already, don't you? He's never let anyone other than us get this close to him before, and he's never taken a regular lover."
"I know that, Schuldich," replied the American softly. "Something is happening though - something that makes the whole fiasco with Esstet seem like child's play."
Schuldich felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. "You mean we're stuck dealing with more of those fuckin' psychotic demon summoners again?" he exclaimed softly.
Craford glared at the wall, in what appeared to be intense frustration. "I don't know for sure, but I ~do~ know that both Weiss and Schwarz will be at the centre of it. If we, if the world, plans on making it through this Nagi and Siberian need to have this connection. And before you ask, I don't know ~why~ just that it has to be there."
Frowning in thought, the telepath didn't press the issue. He knew how rare it was that Brad told ~anyone~ about his visions, especially when they were this vague. It was times like this he was glad that he wasn't an empath - he didn't know if he'd be able to sense Brad's emotions any better than he could sense his thoughts, but he knew that he didn't want to feel the level of frustration that the precog was obviously experiencing. Any emotion that was overwhelming enough to make Brad discuss what he saw wasn't something Schuldich wanted contact with. That and the fact that the other man's nightmares were such that the redhead had the distinct impression that if he were an empathy he'd be sucked into them, and he wasn't sure of what would happen if no one was around to sing the little music box melody that was to be the only thing that pulled Brad out of the visions.
Shaking his head he tried to gather his thoughts. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. He liked being difficult most of the time, but even he knew when to quit, or at least ease off.
"Nothing right now," the precog said slowly. "You're going to have an important role later, we all are, but right now whatever's happening between Nagi and Siberian has to be allowed to continue and grow. I think that, no, I know that it will be vital later."
Schuldich nodded. Is there anything else?" he asked, covering a yawn.
Brad shook his head. "Not right now. Go to bed. I'm going to stay up a bit longer."
The German looked at his leader again and shrugged before levering himself to his feet. Taking one last look, he left the taller man standing in his dark corner and moved towards his room. He didn't want to think about it, but he knew that trouble was coming, and he felt helpless, and if there was one thing he hated, it was feeling helpless.
What he needed was to go out to a club and lose himself in the noise, preferably with someone like Acii. It was too late for that tonight, but he wondered if he would run into her on the weekend. The thought of dancing with her, and possibly convincing her to do more than dance let him drift off to sleep with a smile on his face, thoughts of trouble put aside until the morning.
TBC