crushing dreams that hopes will conjure
Part 4: What Happens After You Shower
// You'll die for this, old man //
// Fine with me. But the master will have Perfection back, and there's nothing you'll be able to do to stop him. //
// Over my dead body //
// Most probably //
And Schuldich whipped out his gun before the other man could even blink. Time to die you bastard. I won't be seeing you in hell soon, cause I'm not dying anytime in the near future.
The bullets dropped in mid-air and was replaced by a blast of energy not unlike Nagi's.
// A telekinetic huh? //
// It's one of my talents //
*************
Yohji cursed mentally. What were these fucking things?
Beside him, Aya was slicing like there was no tomorrow. Flashes of red and silver blurring just at the edge of his vision. But he was boring compared to what Farfarello was doing. The damn man was riding the beast like a horse and stabbing it with a goddam long knife that rivaled Aya's katana, screaming "Scream, God!" Yohji would have laughed if the situation wasn't life threatening.
His wire looped around the blasted things neck and he pulled with all his might. Black blood oozed from the wound and spurted all over him. How was he going to explain _that_ to the dry cleaners? Sorry but I was killing a mutated monster dog this weekend and it's blood got all over me? Don't think so.
The said monster dog, growled and choked on his own blood and collapsed to the ground while Farfarello still kept on stabbing it. He caught a glimpse of Ken slicing the other one across the throat This one had one of Omi's darts puncturing it's eye, reminding him of pirates and eye patches. But the thought soon disappeared as he watched Schuldich fighting. It was absolutely... fast.
He was nearly goddam invisible as bullets ricocheted off of his gun, dodging the telekinetic blasts the other sent his way and hitting the man in the throat, the chest, the stomach... everywhere and with the precision that could make Omi drool. And when the man hit the ground, Crawford didn't. Schuldich caught him before he was three inches away from the floor the floor. The telepath was damn fast.
"Hey Farf," he said nonchalantly at the Irishman. The other didn't stop stabbing the now unidentifiable remains of their recent adversary, but you would notice that he was listening.
"You can stab that man over there. He's not quite dead yet. I think you can still manage a few screams from him,"
And Farfarello switched to Schuldich's enemy, stabbing him straight in the heart. The Weiss playboy instantly winced as Farfarello stabbed him again in the stomach, twisting the knife a inch by inch.
"Let's go now shall we? I need a nice hot bath just about right now," Yohji said, all the flippancy back in his voice.
**************
It was getting crowded in the apartment where all the eight assassins were crammed. And Ken didn't mind one bit. It was interesting to watch seven other people try to interact with one another, and Ken knew much more than he let on. Sure, he was a klutz, but he had eyes, and things in the house were getting quite interesting.
Omi was sharing his room with Nagi, both having the time of their lives trying to out hack each other. They were both fun to watch, Omi trying to make Nagi laugh with school jokes and Nagi floating all of Omi's stuff away from him when he wasn't looking. Maybe Ken could teach them soccer sometime.
Then there was Yohji and Aya.They were kinda sweet, but not to the extent of tooth rooting, cavity creating sweetness. They were just them. Aya sitting on one end of the couch while Yohji leaned on him and occupied the rest of it, stroking Aya's hair, watching TV. Ken smiled when he saw Yohji kiss Aya while the other man reprimanded him after a few seconds, clearly enjoying it but teasing the other. Ken thought Aya was much more of a sex fiend then Yohji, cause where the hell did all the heat go in Aya's icy exterior? Must all be locked up somewhere...
Then there was Farfie. Ken scratched his head when he came to him. He never really understood the other one. He'd say something really intelligent at first, then when Ken would ask him about him, he'd just smile and say "God will cry" and start muttering about things in the same line as that. But he'd noticed something he didn't think the others noticed about Farfarello. The other knew more than he let on. The others seemed to misjudge the insanity a little bit, but Schuldich and Nagi knew Farfie made sense, you just had to understand it because Farf hid the meanings behind words that might mean nothing.
And there was Schudich and Crawford. Now they were a curious pair. He side-stepped the flying remote control Nagi was controlling and ducked the pillow Omi was aiming at Nagi. His clumsiness only seemed to rear it's ugly head when he wasn't concentrated, like when Aya mad him carry the flowerpots. It was kinda boring to lug dirt around Anyway, back to current musing.
Schuldich loved Crawford. Worshipped him even. He'd seen the look Schuldich got when he saw Crawford unconscious. A glare that could have frozen a whole active volcano. Weiss never really saw Schuldich angry, it was always the smirk that made Ken want to rip it right off his face. But now, he rarely saw it. There was a distracted look to him, as though he were somewhere far off. Ken felt for the German. Being in-love with an iceberg is never easy. He knew, he was a teenager and his hormones had taking a liking to Aya-kun. But that was then. He wouldn't do anything to hurt the redhead and the playboy's relationship.
He'd finally reached his room. It wasn't anything special, really. His goggles hung from the corner of his bed and his soccer ball was right under a small little table he used to hold all the stuff that held some value to him. There wasn't a lot of that though. Pictures of everyone, of the team. Pictures of Kase...
Go to sleep Hidaka! Tomorrow everyone is going to be grumpy, especially Aya, and all you can do is not be as clumsy as possible.
Maybe Schwarz'll help out?
************
"I will not sell in a damn, fucking, flowershop!"
Aya just gave him the glare of hell and Nagi did those things with his eyes that made them all wobbly and he knew he was going to hate himself after for giving in. The almighty telepath being defeated by puppy eyes?
He could see Ken smirking at him from the doorway and he sent a barage of NC-17 scenes of Aya and Yohji doing it. And he was rewarded with a blush that could make Aya's hair jealous. Hehe, poor naive Ken-ken, I just shattered every last bit of his innocence. Oh, well.
He trodded toward the kitchen where Omi and Nagi were making breakfast. The blond was flipping pancakes while Nagi was frying eggs from the chair.
// Never thought you to be the cook Nagi-kins //
// Who said I was? //
// Well, am I just imagining the spatula coming to a life of it's own so it can beat the bloody crap out of the scrambled eggs? //
// Omi asked me to help him so I did //
// I thought you were with that Schrient bitch? //
// Schrient is made up of bitches, Schuldich //
// The Tot one. //
// The lack of intelligence there made it hard for the attraction to last //
// I see your point there chibi. //
// Hey Schu? //
// Hmm? //
// When do you think Brad will wake up? //
//..........//
// Schu? //
// I don't know chibi. I really don't know //
*************
The fan girl count just went up by 430 when Nagi showed up. Then it sky rocketed to 858 when Schuldich showed up with his smirk and red hair. Other than that, it was the usual day at the Koneko.
Manx watched from a cafe right in front of the store, sipping slowly the steaming mug of coffee in front of her. Aya was busy glaring at the loitering females who had the bad luck to arrive late and couldn't get in because of the other girls inside. Ken, she could see, was cornered with the Schwarz youngster, smiling and talking to their group of fangirls. Well, Ken did. The boy seemed to just nod at the babbling women. And then there was the telepath and Yohji,who were flirting like mad now. Their group of fan girls were drooling enough liquid to water all the plants the next decade or so. Not that they would even consider that as an option. Let the plants die of drought than of poisoning. Omi was ringing up purchases and greeting "Irasshai!" Every few seconds.
Manx creased her brow a little. She didn't really like the idea of Schwarz being with Weiss right now. God knows they've had enough encounters to totally hate them for the rest of their lives, but there was something about them that begged to differ. Maybe it was their loyalty to Crawford, Manx didn't know, but she knew right know that they could be trusted where the precog was concerned. It was a pleasant surprise that Schwarz had at least something they valued. If not human life then at least friendship. And Manx knew that in the business they were in, nothing was as simple as it appeared to be. Schwarz was an example of that.
Manx folded her newspaper neatly and left the cafe. Things weren't good, nor were they bad, but they were sure as hell interesting.
*************
"Now I know why I decided to be gay in the first place," Schuldich said as he flomped down the couch. Fan girls to the left, fan girls to the right, up, down, laughing, flirting, sitting, giggling, eating hell! The list was endless.
"Dinner's ready!" Omi said cheerfully, head popping out of the doorway. Schuldich groaned. Just watching Omi made him tired. The child was enough to power the whole of Japan.
Schuldich slowly got off of the couch and dropped into his seat. A nice hot bath would be nice right now.
Dinner was the usual affair. Take-out and enough soda to drown the whole world. Nagi and Omi were currently trying to out drink each other. Poor chibis were terribly pathetic. But Nagi seems a bit... looser when Omi is around. Maybe it's because they're almost in the same age group. Who knows? I've forgotten everything B.C. (Before Crawford).
My head is aching. The voices are all trying to push in right now and it absolutely sucks. There was an antidote to this before. Go to Crawford and everything would silence, even it only for a few hours. He couldn't do that now. The bastard was unconscious.
I finished my meal quickly and went into the bathroom Weiss bathroom was sure nice. All white and a shade of gray that reminded him of the stones beneath rivers in some long lost town in Germany.
He stripped and entered the shower, letting the warm water slide down his body. He was so cold these days. Maybe it was because winter was approaching, or maybe because the wind was a little strong today. Or maybe because he missed Brad.
He punched the wall in front of him as the frustrations of the earlier days rode within him. Why'd he have to fall for the damn tight ass anyway? So many willing bodies, and he had to love the only one whom he might never have.
// Schuldich //
I didn't answer.
// Schuldich! // There is an edge in Nagi's voice but I still ignore it.
//......//
// Open the damn door Schuldich! //
I sigh and turn off the shower. What did Nagi need right now that he had to disturb MY shower? I sure as hell didn't intrude into other people baths.
I hastily dried my hair and put on a pair of red sleeping pants (both borrowed from Yohji) and got ready to glare at Nagi. I didn't bother with a shirt cause I didn't like wearing them when I went to sleep.
I opened the door and expected to find Nagi there. I didn't. Except I got a good view of the person sitting on the bed, hair mussed up and eyes blinking confusedly. And I thanked all the gods in the world for this.
**************
The five sane assassins were sitting in the living room when a loud thud resounded through out the whole apartment. Everyone turned curiously to where the sound originated, except for Nagi, and Omi noticed.
"What's happening up there?"
"Crawford's awake and Schuldich just greeted him good morning. I'd advise you all to stay down here till morning or Schuldich will give you a headache that will make you scream in agony,"
And everybody turned again to the tv, not doubting the telekinetic's statement.
Schuldich hated humans.
Schuldich tolerated Weiss.
Schuldich cared for Schwarz.
But Schuldich loved Crawford
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PM: Ahhh! A sappy SchuXBrad scene! *grins maniacally* I couldn't resist. And please forgive me if sometimes in this chapter I tend to bounce from angst to humour. I don't know, God hates my writing skills. Anyway, C&C, R&R or whatever else. Help me write better! And I repeat, Weiss nor Schwarz do not belong to me and that if you are offended by boyXboy relationships then I wish that you kindly leave this story in peace.
Part 4: What Happens After You Shower
// You'll die for this, old man //
// Fine with me. But the master will have Perfection back, and there's nothing you'll be able to do to stop him. //
// Over my dead body //
// Most probably //
And Schuldich whipped out his gun before the other man could even blink. Time to die you bastard. I won't be seeing you in hell soon, cause I'm not dying anytime in the near future.
The bullets dropped in mid-air and was replaced by a blast of energy not unlike Nagi's.
// A telekinetic huh? //
// It's one of my talents //
*************
Yohji cursed mentally. What were these fucking things?
Beside him, Aya was slicing like there was no tomorrow. Flashes of red and silver blurring just at the edge of his vision. But he was boring compared to what Farfarello was doing. The damn man was riding the beast like a horse and stabbing it with a goddam long knife that rivaled Aya's katana, screaming "Scream, God!" Yohji would have laughed if the situation wasn't life threatening.
His wire looped around the blasted things neck and he pulled with all his might. Black blood oozed from the wound and spurted all over him. How was he going to explain _that_ to the dry cleaners? Sorry but I was killing a mutated monster dog this weekend and it's blood got all over me? Don't think so.
The said monster dog, growled and choked on his own blood and collapsed to the ground while Farfarello still kept on stabbing it. He caught a glimpse of Ken slicing the other one across the throat This one had one of Omi's darts puncturing it's eye, reminding him of pirates and eye patches. But the thought soon disappeared as he watched Schuldich fighting. It was absolutely... fast.
He was nearly goddam invisible as bullets ricocheted off of his gun, dodging the telekinetic blasts the other sent his way and hitting the man in the throat, the chest, the stomach... everywhere and with the precision that could make Omi drool. And when the man hit the ground, Crawford didn't. Schuldich caught him before he was three inches away from the floor the floor. The telepath was damn fast.
"Hey Farf," he said nonchalantly at the Irishman. The other didn't stop stabbing the now unidentifiable remains of their recent adversary, but you would notice that he was listening.
"You can stab that man over there. He's not quite dead yet. I think you can still manage a few screams from him,"
And Farfarello switched to Schuldich's enemy, stabbing him straight in the heart. The Weiss playboy instantly winced as Farfarello stabbed him again in the stomach, twisting the knife a inch by inch.
"Let's go now shall we? I need a nice hot bath just about right now," Yohji said, all the flippancy back in his voice.
**************
It was getting crowded in the apartment where all the eight assassins were crammed. And Ken didn't mind one bit. It was interesting to watch seven other people try to interact with one another, and Ken knew much more than he let on. Sure, he was a klutz, but he had eyes, and things in the house were getting quite interesting.
Omi was sharing his room with Nagi, both having the time of their lives trying to out hack each other. They were both fun to watch, Omi trying to make Nagi laugh with school jokes and Nagi floating all of Omi's stuff away from him when he wasn't looking. Maybe Ken could teach them soccer sometime.
Then there was Yohji and Aya.They were kinda sweet, but not to the extent of tooth rooting, cavity creating sweetness. They were just them. Aya sitting on one end of the couch while Yohji leaned on him and occupied the rest of it, stroking Aya's hair, watching TV. Ken smiled when he saw Yohji kiss Aya while the other man reprimanded him after a few seconds, clearly enjoying it but teasing the other. Ken thought Aya was much more of a sex fiend then Yohji, cause where the hell did all the heat go in Aya's icy exterior? Must all be locked up somewhere...
Then there was Farfie. Ken scratched his head when he came to him. He never really understood the other one. He'd say something really intelligent at first, then when Ken would ask him about him, he'd just smile and say "God will cry" and start muttering about things in the same line as that. But he'd noticed something he didn't think the others noticed about Farfarello. The other knew more than he let on. The others seemed to misjudge the insanity a little bit, but Schuldich and Nagi knew Farfie made sense, you just had to understand it because Farf hid the meanings behind words that might mean nothing.
And there was Schudich and Crawford. Now they were a curious pair. He side-stepped the flying remote control Nagi was controlling and ducked the pillow Omi was aiming at Nagi. His clumsiness only seemed to rear it's ugly head when he wasn't concentrated, like when Aya mad him carry the flowerpots. It was kinda boring to lug dirt around Anyway, back to current musing.
Schuldich loved Crawford. Worshipped him even. He'd seen the look Schuldich got when he saw Crawford unconscious. A glare that could have frozen a whole active volcano. Weiss never really saw Schuldich angry, it was always the smirk that made Ken want to rip it right off his face. But now, he rarely saw it. There was a distracted look to him, as though he were somewhere far off. Ken felt for the German. Being in-love with an iceberg is never easy. He knew, he was a teenager and his hormones had taking a liking to Aya-kun. But that was then. He wouldn't do anything to hurt the redhead and the playboy's relationship.
He'd finally reached his room. It wasn't anything special, really. His goggles hung from the corner of his bed and his soccer ball was right under a small little table he used to hold all the stuff that held some value to him. There wasn't a lot of that though. Pictures of everyone, of the team. Pictures of Kase...
Go to sleep Hidaka! Tomorrow everyone is going to be grumpy, especially Aya, and all you can do is not be as clumsy as possible.
Maybe Schwarz'll help out?
************
"I will not sell in a damn, fucking, flowershop!"
Aya just gave him the glare of hell and Nagi did those things with his eyes that made them all wobbly and he knew he was going to hate himself after for giving in. The almighty telepath being defeated by puppy eyes?
He could see Ken smirking at him from the doorway and he sent a barage of NC-17 scenes of Aya and Yohji doing it. And he was rewarded with a blush that could make Aya's hair jealous. Hehe, poor naive Ken-ken, I just shattered every last bit of his innocence. Oh, well.
He trodded toward the kitchen where Omi and Nagi were making breakfast. The blond was flipping pancakes while Nagi was frying eggs from the chair.
// Never thought you to be the cook Nagi-kins //
// Who said I was? //
// Well, am I just imagining the spatula coming to a life of it's own so it can beat the bloody crap out of the scrambled eggs? //
// Omi asked me to help him so I did //
// I thought you were with that Schrient bitch? //
// Schrient is made up of bitches, Schuldich //
// The Tot one. //
// The lack of intelligence there made it hard for the attraction to last //
// I see your point there chibi. //
// Hey Schu? //
// Hmm? //
// When do you think Brad will wake up? //
//..........//
// Schu? //
// I don't know chibi. I really don't know //
*************
The fan girl count just went up by 430 when Nagi showed up. Then it sky rocketed to 858 when Schuldich showed up with his smirk and red hair. Other than that, it was the usual day at the Koneko.
Manx watched from a cafe right in front of the store, sipping slowly the steaming mug of coffee in front of her. Aya was busy glaring at the loitering females who had the bad luck to arrive late and couldn't get in because of the other girls inside. Ken, she could see, was cornered with the Schwarz youngster, smiling and talking to their group of fangirls. Well, Ken did. The boy seemed to just nod at the babbling women. And then there was the telepath and Yohji,who were flirting like mad now. Their group of fan girls were drooling enough liquid to water all the plants the next decade or so. Not that they would even consider that as an option. Let the plants die of drought than of poisoning. Omi was ringing up purchases and greeting "Irasshai!" Every few seconds.
Manx creased her brow a little. She didn't really like the idea of Schwarz being with Weiss right now. God knows they've had enough encounters to totally hate them for the rest of their lives, but there was something about them that begged to differ. Maybe it was their loyalty to Crawford, Manx didn't know, but she knew right know that they could be trusted where the precog was concerned. It was a pleasant surprise that Schwarz had at least something they valued. If not human life then at least friendship. And Manx knew that in the business they were in, nothing was as simple as it appeared to be. Schwarz was an example of that.
Manx folded her newspaper neatly and left the cafe. Things weren't good, nor were they bad, but they were sure as hell interesting.
*************
"Now I know why I decided to be gay in the first place," Schuldich said as he flomped down the couch. Fan girls to the left, fan girls to the right, up, down, laughing, flirting, sitting, giggling, eating hell! The list was endless.
"Dinner's ready!" Omi said cheerfully, head popping out of the doorway. Schuldich groaned. Just watching Omi made him tired. The child was enough to power the whole of Japan.
Schuldich slowly got off of the couch and dropped into his seat. A nice hot bath would be nice right now.
Dinner was the usual affair. Take-out and enough soda to drown the whole world. Nagi and Omi were currently trying to out drink each other. Poor chibis were terribly pathetic. But Nagi seems a bit... looser when Omi is around. Maybe it's because they're almost in the same age group. Who knows? I've forgotten everything B.C. (Before Crawford).
My head is aching. The voices are all trying to push in right now and it absolutely sucks. There was an antidote to this before. Go to Crawford and everything would silence, even it only for a few hours. He couldn't do that now. The bastard was unconscious.
I finished my meal quickly and went into the bathroom Weiss bathroom was sure nice. All white and a shade of gray that reminded him of the stones beneath rivers in some long lost town in Germany.
He stripped and entered the shower, letting the warm water slide down his body. He was so cold these days. Maybe it was because winter was approaching, or maybe because the wind was a little strong today. Or maybe because he missed Brad.
He punched the wall in front of him as the frustrations of the earlier days rode within him. Why'd he have to fall for the damn tight ass anyway? So many willing bodies, and he had to love the only one whom he might never have.
// Schuldich //
I didn't answer.
// Schuldich! // There is an edge in Nagi's voice but I still ignore it.
//......//
// Open the damn door Schuldich! //
I sigh and turn off the shower. What did Nagi need right now that he had to disturb MY shower? I sure as hell didn't intrude into other people baths.
I hastily dried my hair and put on a pair of red sleeping pants (both borrowed from Yohji) and got ready to glare at Nagi. I didn't bother with a shirt cause I didn't like wearing them when I went to sleep.
I opened the door and expected to find Nagi there. I didn't. Except I got a good view of the person sitting on the bed, hair mussed up and eyes blinking confusedly. And I thanked all the gods in the world for this.
**************
The five sane assassins were sitting in the living room when a loud thud resounded through out the whole apartment. Everyone turned curiously to where the sound originated, except for Nagi, and Omi noticed.
"What's happening up there?"
"Crawford's awake and Schuldich just greeted him good morning. I'd advise you all to stay down here till morning or Schuldich will give you a headache that will make you scream in agony,"
And everybody turned again to the tv, not doubting the telekinetic's statement.
Schuldich hated humans.
Schuldich tolerated Weiss.
Schuldich cared for Schwarz.
But Schuldich loved Crawford
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PM: Ahhh! A sappy SchuXBrad scene! *grins maniacally* I couldn't resist. And please forgive me if sometimes in this chapter I tend to bounce from angst to humour. I don't know, God hates my writing skills. Anyway, C&C, R&R or whatever else. Help me write better! And I repeat, Weiss nor Schwarz do not belong to me and that if you are offended by boyXboy relationships then I wish that you kindly leave this story in peace.