The playboy walked over to the sink. He then turned on the faucet and let the small waterfall run till it was absolutely freezing cold. The tall blond ran his hands over and splashed his face over with water. He stood there staring at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't look too well. And his chest had started to hurt again.
The mastermind came in few seconds before Kudou closed the door the behind him. Schuldich leaned on to a wall that stuck out between the door and the aisle of sinks. He gazed at tall blond quietly and was actually minding his own business for once.
He then took out a lighter and a pack of nicotine.
Yohji glared back pretended the annoying German wasn't there. How wonderful?! He indeed needed a cigarette right now and the guy he hates has it! Not that he was jealous or anything in particular, but all he wanted was a something to smoke and cool off for the time being.
God! He was having the worst day of his life! What more that could be worst?
Schuldich lite up the cigarette and inhaled nice and slow. And placed his them back in his green blazer pockets.
Kudou winced in agony, placing his hand over his chest. Why did it have to hurt now when the crazy German that was eyeing him every single seconds? Hell. It would be illegal for to take something from his own enemy.
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It was a crazy idea, but what can he do when he barely have any cash on himself?
The tall blond kept wondering if he should take the chance and take it from him? Yeah. He maybe did have some misunderstanding with Schuldich, but heck? He messed with his skull? And he should deserve pack of cigarettes for him doing that?! Probably...
That would definitely even things up a bit from his usual hassale with that bastard.
The German mastermind cocked his head. "What the he--?" He thought. Perhaps the tall blond was getting old afterall? It was probably heart burn or some sickness syndrom?
"Hey Yohji. You alright?" Schuldich spoke trying to sound sincere, while smoking the rest of his nicotine.
Was the playboy playing stupid tricks on him? It seem like it, but he wasn't sure exactly. And reading the blond headed kitty's thoughts didn't seem like a good idea right now. He would probably tell him buzz off as usual. And most likely he will.
Kudou raised an eye brow. "And why would you care?" He questionned walking up to the German red-head.
"Che..." The mastermind swore."Then why am I asking you?" Placing his hand into pants pocket. "You acting quite funny today playboy..." He continued glancing over his shoulder waiting for a decent answer. If not it was probably something else otherwise.
The tall blond did not answer. He took his chance while the German was not looking. He clenched his fist into a ball and strike Schuldich across the face. The punch slammed against his cheek bones as he jolt back against another wall and slid down. It had hit him pretty hard enough. He glanced up at Kudou. "Hey what's the big idea?!" He snarled.
Yohji took the pack of cigarettes and the lighter from the German's green jacket. And took off from the back door from the bathroom and headed back onto the streets.
Schuldich blinked and got back onto his feet. "And I thought I was the bad guy..."
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Author's Notes: Sorry if this fic sounds lousy. I'm wasn't feeling well when I was typing this up.
The mastermind came in few seconds before Kudou closed the door the behind him. Schuldich leaned on to a wall that stuck out between the door and the aisle of sinks. He gazed at tall blond quietly and was actually minding his own business for once.
He then took out a lighter and a pack of nicotine.
Yohji glared back pretended the annoying German wasn't there. How wonderful?! He indeed needed a cigarette right now and the guy he hates has it! Not that he was jealous or anything in particular, but all he wanted was a something to smoke and cool off for the time being.
God! He was having the worst day of his life! What more that could be worst?
Schuldich lite up the cigarette and inhaled nice and slow. And placed his them back in his green blazer pockets.
Kudou winced in agony, placing his hand over his chest. Why did it have to hurt now when the crazy German that was eyeing him every single seconds? Hell. It would be illegal for to take something from his own enemy.
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It was a crazy idea, but what can he do when he barely have any cash on himself?
The tall blond kept wondering if he should take the chance and take it from him? Yeah. He maybe did have some misunderstanding with Schuldich, but heck? He messed with his skull? And he should deserve pack of cigarettes for him doing that?! Probably...
That would definitely even things up a bit from his usual hassale with that bastard.
The German mastermind cocked his head. "What the he--?" He thought. Perhaps the tall blond was getting old afterall? It was probably heart burn or some sickness syndrom?
"Hey Yohji. You alright?" Schuldich spoke trying to sound sincere, while smoking the rest of his nicotine.
Was the playboy playing stupid tricks on him? It seem like it, but he wasn't sure exactly. And reading the blond headed kitty's thoughts didn't seem like a good idea right now. He would probably tell him buzz off as usual. And most likely he will.
Kudou raised an eye brow. "And why would you care?" He questionned walking up to the German red-head.
"Che..." The mastermind swore."Then why am I asking you?" Placing his hand into pants pocket. "You acting quite funny today playboy..." He continued glancing over his shoulder waiting for a decent answer. If not it was probably something else otherwise.
The tall blond did not answer. He took his chance while the German was not looking. He clenched his fist into a ball and strike Schuldich across the face. The punch slammed against his cheek bones as he jolt back against another wall and slid down. It had hit him pretty hard enough. He glanced up at Kudou. "Hey what's the big idea?!" He snarled.
Yohji took the pack of cigarettes and the lighter from the German's green jacket. And took off from the back door from the bathroom and headed back onto the streets.
Schuldich blinked and got back onto his feet. "And I thought I was the bad guy..."
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Author's Notes: Sorry if this fic sounds lousy. I'm wasn't feeling well when I was typing this up.