Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz. Other people own them. If I owned those four hot hunks (Well eight actually, Schwarz is pretty damn sexy too. And evil woooo! Crawford I think is especially sexy when he loosens his tie and takes off his glasses, like in the OAV. YUMYUM! Wait. No. Seven. Farfarello ain't hot! . Ew! But he does have nice arms. Ah, I digress), I would not be sitting at my computer writing about them. (I think we can agree that SZ ain't cute... Ew fart bags and OOLD!) I would be doing... more important things ^.~ I don't own them, I know I don't, so please dun sue me ok? Thanks and enjoy!

Ok a few more notes. Schuldich is my favorite of Schwarz. Farfarello kicks some ass in this fic but... he is kinda more around for comic relief with all his 'Blahblah hurts God' comments. Please don't hate my Schwarz char representation ;_;

Ran: And that is the fic. I do hope you enjoyed. Sayonara.

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Behave!

Omi: Aya-kun *sweatdrop*

Youji: Must we work with him?

Ken: *gives him the finger*

He's pissy. Read and you'll see why. Oh if you do not like um, nonconsensual yaoi... *points to the back button the browser* Ok yeah. AndRanisthebestWKcharacterever. Now enjoy!

Oh yeah, give credit where credit is due, Gal! Duh! About midway through his, one of my favorite writing partners took over writing for Ken and Youji because uh, well, writing for about eight characters and writing well for them is hard! Ana does a great job with the two little brats so give her a hand. *clap clap*

Really now, enjoy! ^.^

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... Perfection is impossible to achieve... And not for humans to touch ...
- Fujimiya Ran

Sleeping Orchids
Chapter One : Simplicity

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"Aya-kun?"

Aya. Why ever did he choose to go by that name? The name of his sister... to live in her place. To kill those who took her life. To live on and hope that one day she will be able to awaken, and they could somewhat go back to how they once were.

"Mou, Aya! Are you even listening to us? Aya!" Youji. Yes of course he was listening but in his eyes, the elder blonde did not seem to be saying anything of importance. The redhead wished he would just assume he had his attention and start talking about whatever it was the older male was pestering him about. Letting out a sigh, the redhead shook his head. He did hope these people would realize after how long they'd worked together that he never missed a detail or sound, especially not when directed at himself.

Weiß Kreuz. The group he joined months after the explosion. He knew without a doubt it was one of them now calling his name -- his name, ha, rather his sister's -- but he just ignored them until they got to their point. They were used to it. The supposed leader of Weiß answered to no one and certainly not to them. As the three tapped their feet on the floor trying to get his attention, not realizing they had it or just annoyed he refused to acknowledge their presence, he just continued on with the floral arranging he was doing. Flower arranging assassins. Irony does have its fine points at time.

"Oi, Aya!" It was Ken's voice this time, those exuberant smooth tones calling to him as he placed in a fern frond for color with the white orchid arrangement. Orchids... 'Ran' orchids. More irony. They never understood why the stoic male insisted on arranging all of the orchid orders. The aroma of the delicate flower, the fragile fronds, they were calming to him, bringing back good distant memories of long past, memories that he may never be able to return to. Symbolic really, odd that it was his true name. They would probably laugh if they ever knew that such a rare beautiful flower was also his real name. When people looked at him, they hardly thought of him as fragile. Icy, sarcastic, nihilistic, ruthless, sharp, but delicate? Never.

"AYA!" Ah, now all three voices joined together to try to get his attention. It must be something urgent. It best be a mission or something not trivial like most times. And if they dare comment on his flower arranging skills one more time...

"I heard each and every one of you the first times you spoke to me. What is it." The deep tones of Abyssinian were cold and flat when he finally answered, betraying nothing of the distant thoughts on the past they knew almost nothing of.

"Manx is here, Aya-kun," the youngest of the assassin quartet said, giving Aya that bright smile of innocence and laughter. "With a tape."

"I figured as much. Why are all of you still up here? Get down to the basement!" Finishing up the arrangement he was working on, he watched as they closed up the shoppe but then just headed into the back room, hanging the apron he'd been wearing on a hook before going down to the mission room to listen to get the details of Weiß's latest mission.

It seemed simple enough the crimson haired blade expert observed as he took his usual spot leaning against the wall, not saying a thing, only giving a nod to woman with the crimped red hair. Manx... they did not know it but she had known him for a long time now, ever since he first joined Kritiker but before being sent to Weiß. Neither of them ever made mention of this fact, those days being lost past and frankly, as it was with most things, it was no one else's business.

The latest mission. Break into a warehouse holding a personality-changing drug, obtain files on the main distributors of the narcotic, and then blow the factory up. The time was set for midnight that night when there would be as few as possible workers to interfere with their work. Bombay was of course to hack into the central computer in the upper levels of the building, where offices were, and Abyssinian to stand guard until the download is complete. Siberian and Balinese were to set the charges in and around the building, all perfectly timed to go off at a press of a button once they are all out.

Simple enough. But nothing is ever simple.

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"What is it, Braddy-bear?" The question was asked across town in a heavy German accent.

In the SZ compound, the four former bodyguards of Takatori Reiji were gathered in the space room. Nagi sat in a corner typing at his computer, testing his perfect hacking skills by slipping into a large corporation's mainframe, changing around a few files, and then slipping out still undetected. A tiny smile of satisfaction touched his face before disappearing once more. This was not to be enjoyed this was just work. Farfarello was perched on a table on the far side of the room, swaying lightly back and forth on his heels as he licked away on the blade of one of his many daggers.

"Computers hurt God," the psychotic Irishman said with a firm nod, his single golden eye glinting with great wisdom in these matters.

"Yes of course they do, Farfarello," Nagi sweatdropped lightly as he opened up a chat room, his practice done for the moment.

"Chat rooms hurt God too." The sentence was punctuated by the eye-patched man stabbing the blade of his knife into the table, spelling out 'God' in little pokes before slashing at it.

"Big B! I'm bored, what are you thinking about?" Schuldich pressed on, wiggling lightly. The German was situated as he was most times in Crawford's lap, his arms draped over his shoulders as he got comfortable in his little American male 'chair'.

"Be quiet, all three of you! You make it impossible for a precog to properly focus." Sliding off his glasses, the tall dark haired man pushed the telepath from his lap and stood up. Every day, honestly. He was beginning to think that he needed to hand a dictionary to Schuldich and show him that beside the entry of 'chair' there was not a picture of himself. "I just had a vision."

"Mmmmm did it include you, me, lots of scented oils, maybe some leather and--"

"Weiß has a mission tonight. We need to be there... it could prove very fortunate for us if we are to do so."

Emerald green eyes flashed mischievously even though Crawford brushed off his little yaoi fantasy description. Schuldich got up and nodded lightly, a soft purr of anticipation in his throat. Weiß. That would mean the little orchid would be there. It had been so long since he had seen that icy man with the crimson red hair face to face. It was no secret that the German had a libido that would put a teenage on ecstasy to shame... what some did not know was that he also harbored little fantasies about the leader of Weiß. It was those eyes... or maybe the way he wielded that long blade... or perhaps the way he seemed resistant to everything sexual. There was either a hard block of ice in that man -- as it seemed was in Crawford -- and he was indeed asexual, or there was a great deal of animalistic untapped passion, waiting for the right man to come along and rein it in and tame it.

Schuldich was hoping for the latter.

"Ja, we should go get ready! You know I'm always up for playing with the kitties. I just have to find my catnip..."

"Catnip makes God scream."

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"How goes the file transfer, Bombay, Abyssinian?" Ken's voice crackled over the mic set as Omi and Aya were positioned in the main office, the sound of his fingers flying over the keyboard filling the room. Hard violet eyes glanced down to see the progress Omi was making.

"It goes well, Siberian. Hardly any interference." Omi's voice was soft and chirpy and Aya sighed lightly, shaking his head.

"Don't worry about our work, we easily have it under control, Siberian, worry about your own so you don't fuck it up. Are all the charges set and ready to go off at the right signal?" came the snap back at the clawed assassin, watching the doorway to see if anyone entered

"Oi oi, Abyssinian, calm down. What's wrong? We know you're a prick but usually you don't lash out with full bastard mode unless one of us is down. Some bug crawl up your ass you need me to fish out?" Youji's caramel voice came over the mic set and Aya rolled his eyes, seeing in his mind's eye his eyes narrowing in frustration at his behavior, those emerald irises glinting behind his sunglasses.

But he was right. Their leader was on edge and really didn't know why. Something about this mission seemed off, like they were missing something, not seeing the apple about to fall on their heads and they were certainly not to discover gravity. It would be a tiny thing they dismiss and then the sky will fall.

//Nothing is wrong.//

"Nothing is wrong."

Did Aya just say that? The sharp tones were heard in his mind but everything's wrong, at least that's what his instincts were telling him. And his instincts never lie about things like this, ever. His own gut feelings were trusted more than his own teammates. A theory he'd always had. You only have your self to rely on. If you don't trust your own gut feeling, you're in for a lot of trouble.

"Aya... don't lie, it's not becoming of you. What's up?"

"Siberian, I have already spoken on this once, do not make me repeat myself unnecessarily because you were not paying attention. Everything is well on our end. Answer my question. Are the explosives set to go so this mission will be completed as Persia ordered it to be?"

"Yes sir, Major Asshole, Sir!" Ken mock saluted even though he knew Aya was in a completely different part of the building. Looking over to Youji who was just shaking his head at the pair's verbal spar, the former soccer player gave a light shrug. He was currently thinking behind those pretty blue eyes of his that maybe Aya-kun needed a nice little reminder of how the tiger reacted when he threatened him and acted like the huge ball of ice he currently was. Like he had 'welcomed' the man to Weiß after his little bastardly show on the rooftop years ago.

"I don't need your sarcasm, Siberian. Just get the mission done. It is a simple one. Hopefully even you can handle such."

Ken seethed quietly, his hand clenching into a fist to pop out the blades of his Bugnuk in a quick easy rhythm, the only thing he could do to keep from punching the wall nearby or going in to find Aya and pull him off to a rooftop to continue that duel. Their supposed leader had been acting on edge all night and wouldn't for the life of anyone tell what was up. Yes it was a supposed simple mission but he too knew that nothing was simple. It was sometimes the easiest ones you needed your guard up the most. "Here's hoping that the next mission doesn't have us acting like human beings, that'll be your official first mission failure."

Omi and Youji both shared mirrored sweatdrops, even from opposite sides of the building. The fast flying of keys suddenly slowed and then came to a full halt, the disk popping out from the drive seconds after. "Siberian, Abyssinian, Balinese. Everyone calm down, ne, onegai?" he pleaded sweetly, looking up at Aya who still stood nearby, his sapphire eyes shining. "The download is complete. All we need to do is get out and press a button and bingo mission done, ne?"

//You should know it is never that easy, Liebechen.//

The nasally words with the thick German accent sounded in both Omi and Aya's minds and they both turned towards the open doorway, seeing a flash of orange red hair, emerald eyes, a cocky smirk as always on a handsome face. The pair glanced at each other, recognizing the male automatically even in the pale light.

"Balinese, Siberian! It's--" Omi started to cry out a warning to the others but the mic set was ripped from his ear and hurled by an invisible hand across the room. He gasped softly and pulled out a few darts to hold in his fingers, glancing over. In a window sat the dark haired form of the telekinetic, hand extended out and fingers curled into a fist. Nagi had a tiny smirk on his lips but it soon faded his face impassive as it was most times. This was just a mission, an incredibly easy one at that.

"It would appear that Crawford's prediction rang true," the young boy said with little emotion, his deep blue gaze looking over to Schuldich. His hand stayed extended out, watching the pair closely should they make any move towards harming either of the two members of Schwarz. The cruel smirk of victory touched his lips once more. The dart and katana boys versus a telepath and telekinetic. Did Weiß even stand a chance?

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"--Schwarz!" the two finished up even as Omi's line went dead, the mic striking the wall only to be fully crushed by Nagi's telekinetic hand. Youji and Ken started to turn to go inside to aid their two teammates but stopped in their dead tracks, seeing the other two Schwarz members. Crawford and Farfarello stood in the doorway to the building.

"One kitten, two kitten... wherever could the other two be?" the Irishman said with a slow smile, the grin of a madman who knew he had victory in his hands that he could do with as he pleased. What type of victory Weiß was not certain of.

"Where they should be," Crawford answered in cold voice. A gun was in his hand as most always and it was quickly leveled at the area between the blonde's eyes. "And you do not need to be there." He watched the pair closely, the cold smile never leaving his lips.

"Bastards! You of all people don't tell us where we need and don't need to be!" Youji cursed and pulled the wire from his watch, sending out a long string of it towards Crawford's hand even as he smirked coldly at him. The wire lashed about his wrist and Youji ducked down as the gun was fired, wincing as the bullet clipped across his shoulder. Sneering, he eyed the American precog over his ever present sunglasses and yanked hard on the wire, with nearly enough pressure to rip the man's hand off.

"Fools. Do you really think you will win today?" Farfarello looked up from where he was running his tongue along the blade of his sword, the sharp thin edge fully extended out with a sharp snap. His single amber eye fell on Ken who had fallen into a defensive stance, Bugnuk fully snapped out and in front of him. He stood and took a step forward, moving slowly with an almost drunken stagger before he suddenly leapt into action towards the clawed white assassin, his only warning being the loud almost Xena-like war cry shrieking through the air.

"It isn't about winning or losing..." A sharp hiss cut through the air after the psycho of Schwarz leapt at Ken, the clawed assassin barely able to catch the thin blade in the prongs of his glove. "It's about getting our teammates the hell away from you!"

"You are actually going to try to tell us that you give a damn about their well fare?" Crawford let out a cold laugh at that. A thin line of blood appeared on his wrist, getting a scowl from him as it stained the cuff of the cream colored Armani suit. The gun was still in his hand and he tilted it carefully, firing again to snap the wire holding him with a single bullet. "Fools. We just listened to you, Siberian, thoroughly telling off your leader. Such noisy flies... you always have been. Saying such things when anyone could be listening."

"That's really none of your business!" Ken called back, a touch of anger edging on his deep voice usually full of laughter. His teeth grit as he managed to shove Farfarello back and swipe out with his claws, making five thin lines of blood appear across his cheek. The two were well matched for brute strength, but Farfarello had the element of surprise on him that time.

"I believe it just became our business," Farfarello drawled back, running a finger down his cheek to just lick the crimson fluid running down his face from his fingertip. "Hmm... little kitten has claws that hurt God. I think I will let him live today Crawford."

"I just hurt God? Hope he has a better plastic surgeon than Schoen."

As Farfarello and Siberian dueled, Crawford was getting ready to move into action. His eyes watched Youji carefully, even taking the time to remove his glasses and place them into a case, which was then slid into his pocket. Couldn't have those harmed by Weiß. One hand moved up to loosen his tie, frowning as he noted the crimson on his neatly pressed cream shirt. Balinese was going to pay for that little move.

His hand curled into a tight fist and he tossed his coat to the side as one may throw their jacket off, and then he was flying across the small distance separating him from the oldest of Weiß. Youji cursed and tried to whip out his wire once more, but the hard punch struck him on the jaw, throwing him back to the ground from the force. As he stumbled down, a small pen like device fell from his grasp and slid across the pavement to rest near Farfarello's shoe.

"Well well well... did the little kitten drop his cat nip?" he said and leaned down, picking up the detonator to the bombs the pair had just set around the building to bring most of it down to the ground. The man let his single golden eye rest on Youji, tracing his finger along the red button on the tip of the detonator.

Well here I thought Ken was the clumsy one of Weiß. Guess not. Youji just dropped the detonator to the building that Aya and Omi were still in right into the madman's hands!

"Look what I found, Crawford. One of Weiß's little toys." With a dark glint in his eyes, he took out his sword again to make light jabbing motions on the button, amazingly not pressing it down hard enough to kick it into effects.

"Very good Farfarello. I knew you still had your one good eye." Still keeping his gun aimed at Youji, he tilted his head and looked over at Farfarello playing 'How hard can I press the button before things go booom'. A flash of the future soon to come went through his mind, showing the building exploding... with Schuldich, Nagi, Aya, and Omi still in.

Ken stopped dead as Farfarello toyed with the detonator. He sent a scowl toward Youji who just shrugged helplessly as if there was nothing he could have done to prevent it. Ken rolled his eyes and resheathed his claws and stepped back as he held his hands up in a gesture of truce.

Following Ken's lead Youji snapped his wire free and recoiled it within his wrist and stepped back. "I think we need to negotiate here."

"Balinese!"

"Siberian. They've got... the lives of their teammates and ours in the hands of a loon. Let me fuckin' handle this."

"But..."

"SHUT IT!" Youji snapped loudly at Ken then turned his attention back to Crawford. "I say we make a deal here. Give us the button and we'll let'cha guys out without a fight."

"YOUJI!!"

"SHUT UP Ken!! Do we have a deal?"

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Aya let out a short gasp of air, the only audible sound of the extreme pain he was in. His legs went out from under him and he dropped to the floor, still holding tight to the katana blade in his hand. Violet blue eyes iced with hatred looked over to see how Omi was still faring against Nagi.

Not well.

"How long do you think it will take for me to crush every genki bone in his body, Schuldich?" the boy asked as he sent another blast of power to slam Omi against the wall. The fluffy haired boy let out a whimper of pain, his hand straining to reach to a dart in his jacket but Nagi just smirked and held his hand out once more. The hacker's index finger was slowly bent back to dangerous bone-breaking angles, a loud scream echoing in the room.

"Aya-kun..." he whispered as he was pushed harder against the wall, feeling the pressure loosen in that finger, the bone still whole. He just screamed again and again as Nagi did the same to each finger on both hands, threatening to hinder the able hacker's main ability. Hard to type and throw darts with your fingers smashed.

"Stop..." The whispered word was barely audible in the room, said even as Aya rose back to his feet. He sent a hard glare Schuldich's way, sensing that for some reason the German was calling the shots this evening. The fight overall had not been going well. Omi had been thrown into a wall time and time again right after Nagi had spoken of Crawford's vision. The genki boy never even had a chance to speak just cry out in extreme pain. The only other sound was the sure snapping of bones. Aya was certain his teammate had more than a few cracked ribs if not worse. He himself hadn't spoken a word, just drawn his sword and rushed at the telepath. Though he had wanted to try to take out the boy attacking Omi, he knew he would not have a chance to even get near the telekinetic.

So instead he had taken on the telepath who seemed to have made him his opponent for the evening. Every time he would move in for a strike, his blade cutting easily through the air with a vicious glint to its edge, Schuldich would use his damned speed to avoid the lethal slash of the katana. On attacks he couldn't easily avoid, he would launch his own, opening up the floodgates to the voices he heard all day every day and sending them blaring in surround sound into Aya's head, a cacophony of murmuring, screaming, whispering, whimpering, crying, yelling, all blended and meshed together that made him falter and drop to his knees. Schuldich's arms were covered in thin slices from when he had been hurt by the katana, but hardly anything fatal. As for the red haired man's injuries from the face off, he just had a killer migraine that made his temples throb and his vision blur.

He knew that he should have called off this mission the second he felt something wrong. But all evening he had a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him it was all right. At least now he knew why. Damned telepaths all needed to die. Especially one sadistic red haired German telepath.

"What do you want..." he said after long moments of silence, his amethyst gaze never leaving Schuldich's emerald.

//What do I want... The same thing most men want. The same thing I think you want.// A low chuckle filled the room as Schuldich siphoned out the voices he kept screaming in Aya's head, giving him a moment of blissful silence, a quiet Schuldich only heard near Bradley Crawford. He continued laughing softly as he then sent a mental image to Aya's mind and Aya alone, a yaoi fantasy that kept him awake many nights. The sounds of moans and cries filled the katana expert's mind now instead of the screaming, but this may have been even worse than the latter. The scent of sweat and sex seemed to nearly flow around Aya going with the image of Aya naked and tied to a bed, spread eagle on his stomach. His pale skin glowed almost like an angel's halo around him in the moonlight streaming into the room, the lithe muscles straining under the flesh as he twisted and tried to writhe away from the other on the bed. He was screaming out in pain and protest even while his body bucked up against Schuldich's own crouched over him, the motions being nothing but hard merciless fucking. Raping.

//That is what I want. Looks fun ja Liebechen?//

"You're sick..." Aya whispered but any other words he had to say were drowned out by a sudden strangled sound. He winced and looked over to see Omi being dropped to the floor, the great amounts of pressure being to his throat to cut off air quickly.

"Aya... kun..." he managed to gasp out, his lips parting to try to suck in long breaths but not able to. His body slumped against the floor, his face changing to an unhealthy shade of blue.

"I said stop!"

Damn that chuckle. Every single word that was said just seemed to bring about another bout of laughter. Schuldich leaned casually against the doorframe, staring down at Omi who was growing dreadfully still. //He is still alive. For now. So what is it going to be, orchid? The death of your teammate or the death of your spirit my bed? Choice is fully yours, Abyssinian.//

"You act as if I have a choice..." Aya looked down and over at Omi, the lips that usually grinned despite everything twisted into an expression of pain. One that would stay on his pretty face even in death. He sighed faintly. If they killed Omi he was even more greatly outnumbered, and the telekinetic's attentions would turn to him. But who was to say if they took him they wouldn't kill Omi anyway?

Hearing another struggled gasp from the blonde, he gasped himself and looked over, seeing his face return slowly to its normal cream shade instead of the pale white it had been turning. Aya's pale purple eyes slid shut just after seeing Omi's sapphire eyes open, not wanting to see the pain in those irises that Omi showed the world too easily.

"Aya-kun, get ... safe. I'll be fine. Like always..." He smiled weakly only to give another cry of upset as Nagi threw him against a nearby wall. The boy's eyes rolled back in his head as he finally lost consciousness from the numerous strikes and the lack of air.

//Make your choice, orchid. I don't like a hesitant lover. I can let you watch as Nagi kills him. Mein Gott(1*), I can even let you decide how he dies!// Pale pink lips widened to a grin over ivory teeth as Schuldich sent mental images to Aya. Omi being thrown against a wall until his body was merely mush, every single bone broken. Strangled to death by an invisible hand. Having his bones ripped from his very body. Or, Schuldich's very favorite, using Aya's own katana and making Omi think it was his leader who thrust it through his heart, a cold malicious grin on his lips the entire time. //Make. Your. Choice.//

The katana dropped to the floor and Aya slid it away with a heavily booted foot, his visual surrender. "Just leave Bombay alone and alive."

//How ever could I refuse such a valiant request from you, orchid.// Grinning the German gave a long look to the taller male, licking his lips as he looked at him. He squirmed a bit while standing there, feeling himself aroused at the mere thoughts of finally being able to touch those mile long legs, stroke that crimson hair, melt and shatter that wall of ice around him with the fires of passion. He blinked as he noted Aya removing his trench coat slowly.

//Nein, Meine wunderschöne Orchidee.(2*)// Focusing his telepathy, he let loose a hard hit to Aya, enough to knock him unconscious but not fatal. The grin grew over his lips as he watched the man wince in pain and slump to the floor, his eyes rolling back in his head as his vision blurred and went black. He would have one hell of a migraine even worse than his current headache when he woke up, but no fatal harm was done to him.

The last sounds he heard was Schuldich's laughing and the German's words echoing through his mind. //Not here. I intend to have my fun with you, for a long long time.//

* * *

"Deals... they would make a deal with the devil?" Farfarello paused in his button pressing, tapping the tip of the sword against his cheek instead. He looked over to Crawford, both faintly amused at the pair's arguing.

"Apparently so." Reaching over, he took the detonator from the madman poking at it, knowing he wouldn't slip but not wanting to risk it. Crawford tossed a slow glance over to the building before looking back to Weiß. His emotionless eyes stared at them even as he sought out Schuldich.

//Status, Mastermind. It should not be taking this long. The kittens are getting restless and you may have them trying to run in and save their teammates.////Hard to save someone who's no longer in the building, Big B.//

//Prodigy and yourself are safe?//

//Awwww you do care! Ja ja, Brad-leeee, we're out and safe.//

//Both Abyssinian and Bombay have been neutralized?//

//Brad, I know what I'm doing. Ja! I've got Abyssi slung over my shoulder and the fluffy boy is currently passed out in the main office. Naggles had some fun with him. Alive. Both alive. Just out for the night.//

//Good. We will see you back at base with the retrieved leader of Weiß and the white assassins shall never see him again.//

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Schuldich blinked as he dropped Aya into his red convertible with little care. They were on the other side of the building from where the rest of Weiß and Schwarz were. Looking down at Aya, he brushed a crimson bang from his face. The moonlight streamed down on them, only seeming to intensify the ivory purity of his skin. Moving over him, his hands moved over the jacket to pull it off and laid the retrieved katana in the backseat with it and just stared at the man in his tight leather pants and short sleeve shirt. The black garments clung tightly to his well-muscled form, his lean torso and slender waist, his long legs that just seemed to go on forever. Moving his eyes from inspecting his new toy's body, he looked back to his face. Pure hard marble, like an ancient statue of a god myths are told of. The kind of cold untouchable beauty that threatened if you drew too close it could kill you. A haunting beauty that you still drew near, unable to stop yourself. If you can just touch it once, the katana through your midsection as punishment would be well worth it just to have the memory of that lily soft skin under your fingers. Schuldich continued staring, enjoying the time he could stare at him without interruption. The bright red strands contrasting like blood on new fallen snow. He wished for a moment that the man's deep violet eyes were open, even though they'd be glaring at him in hatred and distrust. He hoped the next few days would change that. If he was still resistant, then he'd let Crawford kill him.

But until then... or until Weiß came to retrieve their leader... he was his.

//Slight change of plans, Crawford. You said it would be very fortunate for us if we were to come here today. I have better plans than to just interrogate and kill the ruby haired man. You and I both know he won't break, and you and I both know killing him will just put Weiß after us with a vengeance.// Waving bye bye to Nagi after telling him to go around to where Crawford and Farfarello, Schuldich gunned the engine of the car and pulled away into the night. //I have better plans for Abyssinian, Crawford. See you in a few days.//

A slight crackle fizzed over the telepathic connection between the two and then it completely cut off, leaving Crawford's mind as silent as it usually was.

* * *

 Uttering a tiny curse under his breath before recomposing himself. The visions of the future certainly had not shown him that coming. The troubles with visions just coming to him, not being able to see all events that may spring forth at will. Crawford looked to the two before tossing the detonator pen their way without a word. Giving a short snap to Farfarello, he turned to head back to the car off a few yards.

"Oh... Weiß?" he asked as he opened the door, his jacket slung over his shoulder. As he turned back to face the pair, a small form came from around the building to the car, Nagi coming as silently as the night that stole around them. The young assassin slid into the backseat of the black BMW, nodding lightly to his leader and teammate.

A picture perfect expression or malice and hate was visible in Ken's face. He looked about ready kill the two and now three members of their team. He easily and carefully caught the detonator and slid it into his jacket. "Get the fuck out of my face."

"Siberian."

"Shut the hell up, Balinese."

"Ignore him. He doesn't know how men such as ourselves conduct business. What is it you wish to say."

"So help me God if you..."

Youji held a hand up to Ken in an order of silence as he turned his attention back to Crawford. The simple motion pissing Ken off to no end. Had Youji looked at Ken the look he was getting said that he'd better get ready for an ass kicking when Schwarz left.

"You two are mildly amusing." As Youji held up his hand, Crawford pulled something from his pocket. There was a reason that Schwarz had waited so long to appear before Weiß though they'd known exactly where they were during the duration of the mission.

Nagi reached out with his hand to Crawford's, holding the detonator pen in between his small fingers. While Weiß had been bickering back and forth, they had been setting explosives of their own about the building. "God will hurt tonight, Farfarello. Such a genki boy being caught in an exploding building usually does that to a purity loving deity."

"Boom," Farfarello cried out as the young boy pressed the detonator trigger. As the building started to rupture and explode, Ken and Youji a safe distance away from the blast, Crawford gunned the engine to peel the car out, leaving the tire tracks and a cloud of dust behind them.

As the car peeled away, Ken's fist suddenly connected with Youji's face. "You fucking moronic idiot! This is your goddamn fault. If they're..." He sent a swift kick to Youji's gut as he took off in a full run toward the burning building not giving a damn if he was killed. All he wanted to do was see for himself if his teammates were in there. So what if the building was falling around him from the detonation. He was Ken Hidaka. He was Weiß. He was invincible.

Idiot. Spitting out a wad of blood from his mouth, Youji pushed himself to his feet and ran after Ken. Just as he was only feet away from the still exploding building Youji's wire lashed out suddenly and wrapped itself about Ken's ankles. Youji sent a sharp tug and yanked Ken's feet from under him sending the reckless assassin face first into the heated dirt. He dragged the screaming youth who had dug his Bugnuk into the dirt trying to escape Youji's grasp.

"LET ME THE FUCK GO, KUDOU!"

"Why so you can die too?"

"Yes!"

"Not so fast kiddo. What's your death gonna prove? Nothing. Quit acting like an imbecile and think."

"What the fuck is the point if he's dead!"

"Well well well..."

"Don't fucking start Kudou. Let up on the damn wire now, or I'll kill you."

"You think you can get me from down there?"

"You feel like testing that out?"

"Idiot. Three Schwarz left! Crawford wouldn'ta ditched Schuldich if he wasn't sure he was out of the building. Nagi and Schuldich set the bombs."

Ken blinked and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Youji. "You think Schuldich has them?"

"I'd bet my life on it."

"It's a bet."

Now Youji blinked. "Excuse me?"

"If Mastermind has them you live. If they're dead. So are you. Fair bet I'd say."

"You're insane Hidaka."

"So I've been told."

* * *

Schuldich rubbed his fingers to his temples, looking over at the still unconscious Abyssinian. "Mein Gott but your teammates think loudly." He sighed and sent his mind out to slide over each of Weiß's tentatively, a slight calming brush being the only thing they would notice before he left their minds. The angered thoughts of near suicide and pain in Ken's just hurt, he really thought that man needed anger management classes. Youji's was a nice comfort after Ken's, a frenzied panic of worry carefully concealed by strong calm. Someone had to hold back the tiger. Omi was the last he touched on and he nodded to still find him alive.

He had been certain the boy would be, especially after he had Nagi pull him from the building and place him by a tree out of the blast range. A deal was a deal... Aya had said to leave the boy alone and alive, and he had. Also the little dirty blonde haired assassin was just too much fun to play with to just let him die in an explosion.

"Time to go, orchid, before Schwarz or Weiß finds us. We'll have fun." A grin pulled at his full lips as he drove off in the opposite direction that Schwarz had gone, headed to an old prison SZ had owned years ago. He'd had Nagi search it out and then ruin all records of SZ ever owning it. Then to keep the boy safe from when he was sure Crawford would ask him where Schuldich had taken the leader of Weiß, he had simply and carefully erased the memories of doing so while the boy slept.

The red car disappeared into the night with the fires of the explosion casting an eerie glow into the night sky.

"So very much fun."

(1*) My God
(2*) No, my beautiful orchid