The Birthday Gift
[Chapter IV]
By: Raiha-chan
Warnings: Shounen ai, may be a bit OOC in some areas.
Pairings: RanxYoji, hints of SchuxRan, NagixOmi.
Disclaimers: Weiß Kreuz and its character do not belong to me. Please do not sue me. My wallet is called "The Fly House" for a reason. ~.~;;
// denotes thoughts.
% denotes mental communication
"My present for Ran-san is…" Sakura blushed slightly. "…myself."
[July 4, night]
Ran blinked, as does everyone else in the room. No one spoke. The young brunette began to fidget uncomfortably.
"N-nani?" Ran finally managed to choke out.
"I am your birthday present," Sakura spoke again, her blush diminishing slowly.
"W-why?" Ran gulped. A slight blush was creeping up his face.
"You've got to be kidding…" Schuldich whispered to no one.
"Iie, not at all," Sakura shook her head furiously. "Won't you accept…Ran-san?"
"I…"
"Of course he will!" Aya interrupted her brother. "He's VERY happy with this present. Aren't you, oniisan?"
"I…" Ran looked at the faces of his friends, then his sister's. "…Yes."
"Yatta!" Aya clapped her hands together happily as the redhead beside her grimaced inwardly. Everyone else clapped weakly, still shocked by what had just occurred.
Yoji, on the other hand, felt as though he was going to be sick.
%Yotan, daijoubu?%
%A-aa…%
%No, you're not!%
%No…I'm not…%
%Don't just stand there, then. Do something!%
%What CAN I do, Schu?! He accepted the goddamn present! He accepted HER! What the fuck else can I do?!%
%You didn't really think he actually accepted her, did you?% The German turned and fixed Yoji an unreadable glance.
%W-what?%
Schuldich sighed mentally. %Sure, he accepted the 'present' but that did not mean he accepted HER. Everyone knew that all Red thinks of Sakura is as though she was another one of his sister. Even Aya knows that.%
%But…%
%Yeah, I know Aya was the one who forced Red to take the gift. But you'd be surprised if you can hear what the girl is thinking now.%
Suddenly, a blast of thoughts invaded Yoji's mind.
//I hope oniisan won't be TOO unhappy. I know Sakura-chan really liked oniisan and would be devastated if oniisan had declined the offer. But still, that gave me no right to do what I did…//
%In short% Schuldich cut off the connection. %She regrets what she did to her oniisan but can't bear to see her best friend sad.%
%Fuck her sadness, what about mine?!%
%Now, now, Yoji. I doubt their relationship will go anywhere beyond the friendship point.%
%That was so reassuring.%
The German looked at him, amused, and did not reply. Instead, he spoke out loud, over the voices of the two excited girls. "Yotan and I are going somewhere."
"Eh?" Sakura tilted her head to a side, confused. "Where are you going? The party didn't even end yet."
"Nowhere special." Schuldich winked at the blond, then grabbed his hand and pulled him away. The others remaining blinked at their retreating backs.
+++++
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Yoji snarled, as the two walked slowly down the sidewalk.
"I took us out so we can talk about what just happened in there more privately," Schuldich replied. "Don't you think that was great idea?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. What else is there to talk about?"
"First, I'd like to say that nearly everyone knows about your little crush on Red," Schuldich stared straight ahead, his voice calm.
"W-what?!" Yoji nearly tripped over his own feet.
"Please, Kudou," Schuldich rolled his eyes. "You should've seen the way you looked at him when you thought no one else was looking. Also, you shouldn't drink so much. Alcohol is bad for you."
Yoji's face took a red color, then his cheeks puffed out in anger. "You little--! Who knows?!"
"Oh, not much people. Me, you, Ken, Omi, Nagi, and Brad."
"WHAT?!"
"I think it went something like this…" Schuldich held up a finger. "First, I was rummaging through your head while you were sleeping and found out your little secret. I didn't tell anyone, don't worry."
"Oh, gee, thanks. You're such a great friend."
"I know. Second, Ken and Omi were starting to wonder why you were so protective of Red all of a sudden, since around two months ago. Then, the two of them heard you mumbling while you were out cold. You REALLY should stop drinking, Yotan. Third, Nagi found out from Omi.
"Don't blame the boy, though. It's not his fault that Nagi can be very persuasive. And Brad…well, he can predict the future. 'Nuff said."
"Oy vey," Yoji groaned and slumped down to the ground.
"Also," Schuldich knelt in front of the blond. "I think Sakura is beginning to question things."
"I can't believe this…"
"Yes, well, you'll live."
"…"
"Although, I do have a proposition for you."
"What?"
"I could help you with your current situation. I'm sure the others will help, too."
"At the cost of…?"
"Why must you think every good thing comes with a catch, Yotan?"
"Because they do."
"Alright, fine. Here's the catch," Schuldich leaned forward and whispered something into Yoji's ear, causing the latter to turn beet red.
"You're worse than Manx and Birman combined!"
"Oh, please. I'm not the world's top yaoi freak so please, lay off that comparison. Anyway, now that you know what I want, would you agree with me?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"With me? Of course not, sweetie," Schuldich grinned then pat the other on the back.
"You're a sick bastard."
"Thank you. I hear that all the time, Yotan."
[July 5, early night]
"Whoo-hoo! I'm here!! Did you miss me? Of COURSE you did!"
"Shut it, Schu," Nagi glared at the older man.
"You little freak," Schuldich snarled at the brunette. "I would beat you to a pulp, like I always do, but I have more important things to do."
"Ah, you forget, Schu. Most of the time, I beat YOU up."
"Don't rub it in," the German turned to Ken. "See, this is a perfect example of how success can go to one's head. OW!"
Nagi blew at the imaginary smoke on his finger. "Ah…life is good."
"Why, you little--!" Schuldich was about to lung at the younger boy when a familiar force held him back. "I'm going to mess your head big time, kid!!"
"Yeah, sure," Nagi rolled his eyes.
"Hey, can we please stop bickering like little kids?" Omi pulled on Nagi's ear. "We have a mission to do."
"Ha~ai!" Nagi whimpered at the slight pain. The older boy lets go of the reddened ear. "Mou, you're cruel, Omi-chan."
"Oh, shut up. Ken-kun?" Cerulean eyes stared at brown ones. Ken had one hand placed over his mouth, tightly. His face was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. Schuldich went up to him and pulled away the hand, causing Ken to double over in laughter.
"What's wrong with him?" Nagi directed the question to his boyfriend.
"I don't know."
"God, Omi…" Ken tried to stop his laughing but failed miserably. "You look…awfully..maternal…HAHAHA!!"
"Now that you brought it up…" the German redhead turned and looked at Omi intensely, then at Nagi and back to Omi. "I didn't know you had an overgrown kid, Omittchi. Wait…you're, what? Eighteen? Nagi's 15…whoa! You had him when you were THREE?!"
"You're not funny, Schuldich-kun," Omi glared daggers at the older man.
"You're no fun, Omittchi."
"Tch."
"Man, I can hear you guys all the way down the block," Yoji mumbled as he stepped inside the shop.
"Ah, the main man is here," Schuldich went over and draped an arm around the blonde's shoulder. "Project Abyssinnian will now begin."
"What kind of stupid name is that?" Nagi raised an eyebrow.
"Don't question your elders, boy!"
"You never did tell us what you planned to do…" Nagi ignored the redhead's latest comment.
"Oh? Well, it's simple. We run in, drag the girl out of her house then proceed to beat her senseless."
Four pairs of eyes blinked at him.
"Kidding! Jesus… We're not doing anything today. The weather report did not come in yet. We're just going out clubbing, is all."
"'Weather report'?" Yoji looked at him.
"Brad didn't get his visions yet," Schuldich translated. "The last one he got was the one where he saw Sakura giving herself to Ran as a present during the birthday party."
"Wait…let me get this straight. Brad knew all along what was going to happen last night and no one cared enough to inform me about it?!"
"Yes, that's right."
"You--!! ARG! Why do I even bother with you jerks?!" And with that, Yoji stormed out of the shop.
Three pairs of angry eyes leveled a nasty glare at the redhead, who gulped and chuckled weakly.
"What? Was it something I said?"
[Ende]
Ending Notes: Beware of some Sakura bashing in future parts. Not much…just a tiny bit. You probably won't even notice it! ^^;;;
