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Okay!! This is the fourth time I've started over...I am definately tired of rewriting this...._"
(BLARGH!!! Why won't it upload my stuuupid story?! *mental breakdown*)
I do not own Weiss Kreuz.
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Trade Your Fate::Act Three
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The figure tapped his fingers on his desk in an annoyed fashion. "Just what did you think you were doing? Did you actually think I believed it took TWO weeks to switch TWO fates?!"
The black haired man shrunk back from the dark sillhouette at the desk. "I was..." he began hesitantly.
"Silence!!" The figure slammed his fists down on the darkly stained desktop as he rose out of the chair. "Not only did you take two weeks to ACCOMPLISH your task, you offered to UNDO it!!" he roared in his deep and threatening voice.
The man clenched his fists, reapproaching the wooden desk. "I refuse to continue this assignment!" he blurted out, causing the figure to relax his stance in amusement.
"Really...? What makes you think you can do that?" The black haired man looked back in shock.
"You...only hired me for this one job!! I can quit whenever I please!!" The shadowy figure took his seat once more, laughing deeply.
"Interesting take on the situation...however, I believe you are mistaken." The man clenched his fists tighter yet, growing frustrated with his employer's counter-argument. "Your assignment has not yet been completed. We agreed that you would complete your specified task. You have not done so. No conditions were established for droppping the job, therefore there are none." His devilish grin was visible, even through the veil of shadows that surrounded him. "I expect the task to be completed within the next week."
The dark haired man heaved a heavy and frustrated sigh before muttering "...Yes, sir."
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"Where the heck...?" Schuldich muttered, surprised. He blinked. "That isn't right..." he grumbled as he strolled from the ice cream parlor. He had searched through that jerk Fujimiya's mind three times for clues to where his body was, only to be steered incorrectly every time...He plopped down on the bench in front of the store, frustrated.
He tiredly rested his head in his hands, running his fingers through the long orange locks. "..If I were comatose..." he asked himself quietly, "...where would I be...?" He was silent in thought for a moment. Suddenly, he looked up, feeling himself have an epiphany.
"Damnit...!" He was off the bench in an instant, heading for the hospital.
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She wiped her hands off on the apron she was wearing, smearing dirt on the yellow; it was really her older brother's apron, but none of the three men felt it was necessary to mention.
"Hey!" she chriped to Omi. The blonde looked up from his watering can.
"Yeah?"
"Let's go visit Ran-nii today!!"
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"Look what I found..." The German strolled over to the hospital bed casually; there wasn't a soul around, though practically the entirety of the room was filled with flowers. "Somebody loves you, Fujimiya." He smirked as he reached down to touch the cheek of the pale red head.
He ran his fingers along the man's cheek; his skin was cool. "Hmm..." he withdrew his hand and stood straight. He pulled over the only chair in the room and sat down. "Let me see..." he began thoughtfully, "...what kind trouble can I get into today?" After a moment's consideration, he stood up meaningfully. He glanced to his watch: 7:30. It was dark outside...perfect.
He leaned out of the doorway of the room a bit, looking both ways down the hall. Nobody around...at all. "Ch...to perfect." With that, he strode back to the bed and scooped up the comatose Weiss-leader into his arms. After slinging the man over his shoulder, the Schwarz member went for the door of the room. Jumping out the window would've been difficult with the extra load...
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Aya-chan sighed; her older brother was going on three weeks, now, of unconcsiousness. Yohji, Ken, and Omi, who were walking along behind her, had accompanied the girl to the hospital tonight.
The group piled into the elevator; it was a tight fit since there was already a little old lady inside...The gray haired woman donned a little smirk as she stepped a bit closer to Yohji.
"Why, hello there, young man..." The blonde sighed as the woman batted her eyelashes at him. "My, you have such a muscular build..." Behind his nervous grin, he was cursing himself for wearing the low jeans and the short-sleeved shirt, today...
"Yohji-kun, you have an admirer!" Omi laughed as Ken and Aya-chan broke into hysterics.
"Don't turn her down, Yohji-san...she IS over eighteen.." Aya managed in between laughs.
"That's not funny..." Yohji sighed, putting a hand through his long hair. The lady gave a flirtatious goodbye to the blonde before getting off the elevator on the thrid floor. The doors slid shut once more as the elevator continued its ascent. As it came to rest on the fourth floor, Aya-chan inhaled deeply. The laughing fit had helped calm her nerves, but she had a bad feeling inside of her...
She hurried down the hall, almost jogging, as she was eager to see that her older brother was alright. Her thumping heartbeat slowed as she grasped the doorknob to the room, hearing Yohji, Omi, and Ken hurrying up behind her. She swung the door wide open, bright smile quickly fading. Both of her hands flew up to her mouth as she gasped.
"Aya-chan...? You okay?!" Ken called down the hall to her. The three ran up behind her and peeked inside the room. Yohji uttered a single word as he eyed the empty hostpital bed before them:
"Shit."
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Bwaaahh....*head is spinny* Thank god I finally got this finished.....Probably another part or two will take care of this story....Thanks for reading, and sorry for the inhumane wait!! ^^;;