It had been a long night for Weiss. Since killing off their employers made
it dangerous to go back to the shop, they had had to rent a hotel room for
the time being. Luckily, sheer exhaustion had made Ken fade back to his
human form. People had given them weird looks as they saw the four people
come in, one being carried tenderly in the scowling ones arms, however, a
wad of cash prevented the owner from saying too much about it. They had
been directed to this two-bed room, so they would each have to share. Of
course Youji and Omi had seen the maniacal glint in Aya's eyes and elected
that they could share with each other.
The two blondes had gone down to the seedy restaurant attached to the building to grab everyone some dinner, while Aya paced restlessly back and forth by the bed they had laid the now catamouse boy down on. Oh how he wanted his friend to awaken, or at least make a noise…
A pained whimper brought the pacer back to reality and skittering to the hurt boy's bedside. Aya looked down as Ken groggily tried to become more aware. The leader sighed as he watched the shifting mass of flesh and bandages, wincing in sympathy as he could only guess at how much the boys injury's pained him. He wished he could gather and cradle the younger member of Weiss safely in his arms, telling him that everything was going to be all right, and not be totally lying through his teeth. Leaning over, the marble skinned man watched dozy brown eyes flicker open.
Dark…to gray, too blurry colour is what greeted the suffering Ken's eyes as he struggled to wake up. At first there was silence, but gradually, a harsh sound started to grate on his still slightly sensitive ears. Screaming. His eyes shot open as the events of last night burst into horrifying clarity. He felt hands go around him, and he struggled, panicking.
Aya was startled when Ken curled up into an instinctive ball, hands held tightly over his ears and eyes shut tight, with barely contained noises of fear rumbling in his throat. The older man gathered the other up, attempting to calm him. He hung on during Ken's wild struggles, calling his name over and over, trying to get through the haze he knew the boy was in.
Ken could only stare in horror at the scene that kept unfolding before him, he had slaughtered them…every last one…through the noise, he heard his name being dimly called. Clinging to the sound, he was pulled back to reality to be confronted by an extremely worried violet gaze.
"A—Aya..?" he croaked, his throat dry and sore, making his voice harsh and raspy.
"Aa, I'm here Ken." Aya responded softly, shifting so that they were both comfortable, him leaning up against the headboard with the brunette pulled up against him, locking in a protective embrace. Ken shivered; not sure which of the two reality's he was experiencing was the correct one. He kept flicking back and forth, torn between the too as Aya tried to keep him in his reality.
~~~~~~Meanwhilllllleeeeeeeee!!!!~~~~~~
Schuldrich yawned and opened his eyes, wondering why the hell his neck was so damn sore. Through the haze in his head, he heard a rhythmic 'thump, thump, thump' sounding over and over again. The German pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes.
"What the hell…." He groaned sleepily, as the tranq's effects hadn't completely worn off yet. He looked over and his jade eyes widened.
"I say again, What The Hell!!???" was his shocked reaction when he saw exactly where he was. Where Crawford had pulled him down and the two other members had left him. Leaning against the icy leader man himself, Brad.
At the yell, the pre-cog's eyes flickered open to stare, slightly uncomprehendingly back at the telepath.
"Huh…?" was the so intelligent response to a poke. Once he got over the shock, the man of the flame hair made a startling observation; Crawford was cute when he was hazy. He grinned/leered and poked the other man again.
"Trying to cop a feel Bradykins? I didn't know you cared." He squealed happily, but mischief sang out from his dark green eyes. Brad blinked, and looked him up and down, seeing exactly how they were positioned.
"AAAAAACCKKKK!!!!!!"
Schuldrich snickered; it was so much fun to annoy the American, but this was many betters then his usual game.
The two blondes had gone down to the seedy restaurant attached to the building to grab everyone some dinner, while Aya paced restlessly back and forth by the bed they had laid the now catamouse boy down on. Oh how he wanted his friend to awaken, or at least make a noise…
A pained whimper brought the pacer back to reality and skittering to the hurt boy's bedside. Aya looked down as Ken groggily tried to become more aware. The leader sighed as he watched the shifting mass of flesh and bandages, wincing in sympathy as he could only guess at how much the boys injury's pained him. He wished he could gather and cradle the younger member of Weiss safely in his arms, telling him that everything was going to be all right, and not be totally lying through his teeth. Leaning over, the marble skinned man watched dozy brown eyes flicker open.
Dark…to gray, too blurry colour is what greeted the suffering Ken's eyes as he struggled to wake up. At first there was silence, but gradually, a harsh sound started to grate on his still slightly sensitive ears. Screaming. His eyes shot open as the events of last night burst into horrifying clarity. He felt hands go around him, and he struggled, panicking.
Aya was startled when Ken curled up into an instinctive ball, hands held tightly over his ears and eyes shut tight, with barely contained noises of fear rumbling in his throat. The older man gathered the other up, attempting to calm him. He hung on during Ken's wild struggles, calling his name over and over, trying to get through the haze he knew the boy was in.
Ken could only stare in horror at the scene that kept unfolding before him, he had slaughtered them…every last one…through the noise, he heard his name being dimly called. Clinging to the sound, he was pulled back to reality to be confronted by an extremely worried violet gaze.
"A—Aya..?" he croaked, his throat dry and sore, making his voice harsh and raspy.
"Aa, I'm here Ken." Aya responded softly, shifting so that they were both comfortable, him leaning up against the headboard with the brunette pulled up against him, locking in a protective embrace. Ken shivered; not sure which of the two reality's he was experiencing was the correct one. He kept flicking back and forth, torn between the too as Aya tried to keep him in his reality.
~~~~~~Meanwhilllllleeeeeeeee!!!!~~~~~~
Schuldrich yawned and opened his eyes, wondering why the hell his neck was so damn sore. Through the haze in his head, he heard a rhythmic 'thump, thump, thump' sounding over and over again. The German pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes.
"What the hell…." He groaned sleepily, as the tranq's effects hadn't completely worn off yet. He looked over and his jade eyes widened.
"I say again, What The Hell!!???" was his shocked reaction when he saw exactly where he was. Where Crawford had pulled him down and the two other members had left him. Leaning against the icy leader man himself, Brad.
At the yell, the pre-cog's eyes flickered open to stare, slightly uncomprehendingly back at the telepath.
"Huh…?" was the so intelligent response to a poke. Once he got over the shock, the man of the flame hair made a startling observation; Crawford was cute when he was hazy. He grinned/leered and poked the other man again.
"Trying to cop a feel Bradykins? I didn't know you cared." He squealed happily, but mischief sang out from his dark green eyes. Brad blinked, and looked him up and down, seeing exactly how they were positioned.
"AAAAAACCKKKK!!!!!!"
Schuldrich snickered; it was so much fun to annoy the American, but this was many betters then his usual game.