Title: A Week in the Life...
Part 2/?
Authors: Zhara and Amber
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not ours. Too damn bad, eh?!
Summary: Yohji brings home an injured Schuldich, will Weiss survive the encounter?
A Week in the Life...
by Zhara and Amber
Schuldich woke in a warm bed with a warm presence off to his side. He grinned to himself wondering who
his latest conquest was. Moving to sit up, he fell back onto the bed, cursing as the wound in his shoulder
made itself known. Holding himself still, the sharp pain quickly faded to a dull ache in his chest and left arm.
'God, I feel like I was shot,' Schuldich thought before pausing. 'Oh fuck. That's right. I was shot. Crawford
you bastard, I am so going to make you pay for this.'
At least now he knew who his bed partner was. The delectable piece of ass that was Yohji Kudoh.
The same man who didn't think twice about bringing an enemy back to his home. Schu could only smirk as
he remembered the other enemy Yohji had brought home like a little lost puppy, much to the rest of Weiss'
disgust, well, Aya's disgust, and Omi and Ken's uncertainty.
Schuldich relaxed into the warmth of the bed, contemplating the events that had transpired, and he could
only grin at the thought of what Weiss was going through now. After all, he liked to think he was one hundred
times worse than that flaky Asuka/Neu woman who had fucked over Kudoh's heart.
The sheet and blankets fell into his lap as Schuldich carefully raised himself up. He looked down at his
bare chest, amused at the thought of Yohji undressing him before putting him to bed, and peeled back
the bandage and gauze that covered the gun shot wound. He frowned at the ugly blue stiches that held
the skin closed. Carefully touching the skin around the site, he gently felt for any signs of infection or
swelling. Satisfied at what he saw and felt he covered the wound up again. Even thought it had been
less that twenty-four hours after the injury, the wound looked like it had been healing for at least three
days. Pushing his long red-hair behind his ears, he congratulated himself and his ability to heal at an
elevated pace. 'A good talent for an assassin and all around bad guy to have,' Schu chuckled, then
winced at another flash of pain. Accelerated healing or not it still hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.
Finally, he turned to look at the man that shared the bed with him. Kudoh was dead to the world.
His mouth open slightly, soft puffs of breath stirring the blond hair that fell down his cheek. Damn
he's hot, Schuldich thought, once again stuck by the beauty of the man beside him. It gave him the
urge to want to paint him or... 'Gah, no wonder Brad shot me. I would have shot myself if I realized
I was acting like an idiot,' Schuldich thought with a grimace.
But he couldn't help it. For some reason he was drawn to Yohji. 'Fuck, I need a cigarette and/or
a drink.'
He glanced beside him and noticed a pill bottle. Grabbing it, he opened the bottle and smiled.
'Good ol' percocet,' he thought to himself as he took two small pills and dry-swallowed them.
He threw the bottle back on the side table, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. A wave of
dizziness flowed over him and he steadied himself on the bed with both arms.
"You ok?" A sleepy voice asked behind him.
"I've been shot, Kudoh. What do you think?" Schuldich said bitchily.
"Sah, are you always this bitchy in the morning?" Yohji asked as he sat up behind the German, his
warm chest pressing against Schuldich's back. He slipped his arms around the other man's waist and
laid his head on one shoulder. Schu almost commented on this cuddly aspect of Yohji, but decided to
just enjoy the sensation for the moment. He would have to make a suitably sarcastic comment later.
Schuldich leaned back into the embrace and laughed, "Only when I've been shot."
Yohji laughed and kissed the shoulder blade that he had been leaning against. "Lets take a look at
that wound," he said gently pushing Schuldich back down to the bed.
Schuldich complied and let the blond push him back down to a supine position. He wondered how
much he could play this up to the other man. He faked an expression of pain as Yohji picked at the
tape surrounding the gauze covering the wound.
"Doesn't look to bad," Yohji commented inspecting the wound.
Schuldich struggled to contain his grin, "If you say so."
Yohji gently covered the wound again. "You have to get the stiches out in seven to ten days. You're
very lucky that nothing vital was hit. It was a superficial injury. It nicked your collarbone, and came to
rest just below it."
"Yeah? Brad wouldn't have shot me if he thought I was going to come to permanently damage. Or at
least I like to believe that," Schuldich commented sourly.
"So, what now?" Yohji asked curiously as he looked down at Schuldich.
Schuldich smirked and sat up, "Now you either give me a bed bath, or let me go take a shower. I need
a smoke like anything."
Yohji frowned, "Shouldn't you rest for a bit? I mean you have been shot."
Schuldich shrugged his shoulders and winced. "Nah, can't stand staying in bed. Unless I'm doing the
nasty that is," Schuldich leered at Yohji. "But I can tell from your frame of mind that you're afraid to
hurt me, so a shower is now my priority."
"I don't think you should get the gauze wet," Yohji stated.
"A bath then," Schuldich agreed. He stood from the bed and turned to look at Yohji. "Care to
join me?"
Yohji looked up at him, the silence argument he fought with himself easy to read in his mind
and eyes. Schu tilted his head to one side as he watched Yohji licked his lips, trying to make
a decisions. Hormones finally won out.
Schuldich just smiled and led the blond into the bathroom.
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~Later that day~
Schuldich paused for a moment, as he pulled on the tight dark green leather pants he swiped
from the blond's closet, and looked over at Yohji, amused by the rants coming from the other man.
"No!" Yohji stated firmly. "You are not going clubbing. You're injured for fuck sake."
Ignoring Kudoh, Schuldich continued to try and mould the pants to his long legs.
"Dammit, Schuldich. I mean it! No clubbing."
Schuldich laughed as he zipped up the pants. "Stop being such a wuss, Kudoh and pass me
that shirt," Schuldich said pointing to the black shirt laying on the bed.
"No."
"God, you are such an infant sometimes. Learn to live a little, man," Schuldich said as he
snatched the shirt off the bed himself.
Schuldich threw on the shirt and paused to admire himself in the mirror. "Hmm, for an
infant you certainly have great taste in clothing."
"That's it," Yohji yelled. "You are not going clubbing, and I certainly did not give you
permission to wear my clothes."
Schuldich continued looking in the mirror as he ran his fingers through his long red hair, ignoring
the ranting of the blond behind him. 'Hmm, bandana or no bandana.' He thought to himself.
'No bandana,' he decided as he took the customary yellow cloth off his head. Red hair cascaded
down his face giving him a sultry look. The wave of desire coming from Yohji confirmed that he
looked hot.
Schuldich turned toward Yohji and struck a pose, "Well, how do I look," he asked, already
knowing the effect his appearance was having on the blond.
Yohji swallowed hard, trying to suppress his arousal, and continue his fight with the German.
Determined that he was not going to let the other man walk out of the room.
Schuldich sighed, and walked over to Yohji. Looking him in the eye, he knew that the other man
wouldn't give up easily. Raising his hand, he pushed him down onto the bed and gave him a carefully
controlled mental blast. Yohji tumbled back onto the bed, knocked unconscious.
Schuldich turned toward the mirror one more time and smiled. "Oh well, Kudoh. You had your
chance to come out tonight." He walked over to the blond laying on the bed and rifled through
his pockets, looking for his wallet. Finding the wallet, he pulled it out and flipped it open. Empty.
Schuldich sighed in disappointment. Tossing the wallet onto the bed, Schuldich suddenly smiled
as he remembered the cash register downstairs.
With one last look at the unconscious blond on the bed, Schuldich shrugged and walked to the
bedroom door. Opening it slowly he stepped out into the hall when he saw the coast was clear.
Slowly, he crept toward the stairs, alert too any sudden noised. He could hear the soft buzz of
the television and hushed conversations coming from down the stairs.
Schuldich crept downstairs slowly, not use to the customary noises they could make. Especially
the noises that stairs always seemed to make when they were being sneaked upon.
He successfully crept to the bottom of the stairs and peeked around the corner. He saw the other
three members of Weiss in the living room. Ken and Omi were sitting on a soft green couch, watching
television and chatting softly. Aya, was curled up in a large black chair, absorbed in a book he was
reading. How domestic.
A wicked smile crossed Schuldich's lips as he crept the other way and slipped into the flower shop.
The shop was dark as he stealthily made his way over to the cash register. He looked down at the
machine and frowned, not knowing how to use it. He hit a couple of buttons and the cash drawer
sprung open with a bang.
Schuldich tensed for a moment, listening to see if anyone has heard, but relaxed when it became
apparent that no one had heard. Looking down into the register, Schuldich smiled, those gullible
and naive assassins had left all the cash they made that day in the register.
Scooping out all of the large bills, he closed the register softly, and made his way over to the door.
One more glace back into the empty story, Schuldich unlocked that door and slipped out into the night.
TBC.....
Part 2/?
Authors: Zhara and Amber
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not ours. Too damn bad, eh?!
Summary: Yohji brings home an injured Schuldich, will Weiss survive the encounter?
A Week in the Life...
by Zhara and Amber
Schuldich woke in a warm bed with a warm presence off to his side. He grinned to himself wondering who
his latest conquest was. Moving to sit up, he fell back onto the bed, cursing as the wound in his shoulder
made itself known. Holding himself still, the sharp pain quickly faded to a dull ache in his chest and left arm.
'God, I feel like I was shot,' Schuldich thought before pausing. 'Oh fuck. That's right. I was shot. Crawford
you bastard, I am so going to make you pay for this.'
At least now he knew who his bed partner was. The delectable piece of ass that was Yohji Kudoh.
The same man who didn't think twice about bringing an enemy back to his home. Schu could only smirk as
he remembered the other enemy Yohji had brought home like a little lost puppy, much to the rest of Weiss'
disgust, well, Aya's disgust, and Omi and Ken's uncertainty.
Schuldich relaxed into the warmth of the bed, contemplating the events that had transpired, and he could
only grin at the thought of what Weiss was going through now. After all, he liked to think he was one hundred
times worse than that flaky Asuka/Neu woman who had fucked over Kudoh's heart.
The sheet and blankets fell into his lap as Schuldich carefully raised himself up. He looked down at his
bare chest, amused at the thought of Yohji undressing him before putting him to bed, and peeled back
the bandage and gauze that covered the gun shot wound. He frowned at the ugly blue stiches that held
the skin closed. Carefully touching the skin around the site, he gently felt for any signs of infection or
swelling. Satisfied at what he saw and felt he covered the wound up again. Even thought it had been
less that twenty-four hours after the injury, the wound looked like it had been healing for at least three
days. Pushing his long red-hair behind his ears, he congratulated himself and his ability to heal at an
elevated pace. 'A good talent for an assassin and all around bad guy to have,' Schu chuckled, then
winced at another flash of pain. Accelerated healing or not it still hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.
Finally, he turned to look at the man that shared the bed with him. Kudoh was dead to the world.
His mouth open slightly, soft puffs of breath stirring the blond hair that fell down his cheek. Damn
he's hot, Schuldich thought, once again stuck by the beauty of the man beside him. It gave him the
urge to want to paint him or... 'Gah, no wonder Brad shot me. I would have shot myself if I realized
I was acting like an idiot,' Schuldich thought with a grimace.
But he couldn't help it. For some reason he was drawn to Yohji. 'Fuck, I need a cigarette and/or
a drink.'
He glanced beside him and noticed a pill bottle. Grabbing it, he opened the bottle and smiled.
'Good ol' percocet,' he thought to himself as he took two small pills and dry-swallowed them.
He threw the bottle back on the side table, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. A wave of
dizziness flowed over him and he steadied himself on the bed with both arms.
"You ok?" A sleepy voice asked behind him.
"I've been shot, Kudoh. What do you think?" Schuldich said bitchily.
"Sah, are you always this bitchy in the morning?" Yohji asked as he sat up behind the German, his
warm chest pressing against Schuldich's back. He slipped his arms around the other man's waist and
laid his head on one shoulder. Schu almost commented on this cuddly aspect of Yohji, but decided to
just enjoy the sensation for the moment. He would have to make a suitably sarcastic comment later.
Schuldich leaned back into the embrace and laughed, "Only when I've been shot."
Yohji laughed and kissed the shoulder blade that he had been leaning against. "Lets take a look at
that wound," he said gently pushing Schuldich back down to the bed.
Schuldich complied and let the blond push him back down to a supine position. He wondered how
much he could play this up to the other man. He faked an expression of pain as Yohji picked at the
tape surrounding the gauze covering the wound.
"Doesn't look to bad," Yohji commented inspecting the wound.
Schuldich struggled to contain his grin, "If you say so."
Yohji gently covered the wound again. "You have to get the stiches out in seven to ten days. You're
very lucky that nothing vital was hit. It was a superficial injury. It nicked your collarbone, and came to
rest just below it."
"Yeah? Brad wouldn't have shot me if he thought I was going to come to permanently damage. Or at
least I like to believe that," Schuldich commented sourly.
"So, what now?" Yohji asked curiously as he looked down at Schuldich.
Schuldich smirked and sat up, "Now you either give me a bed bath, or let me go take a shower. I need
a smoke like anything."
Yohji frowned, "Shouldn't you rest for a bit? I mean you have been shot."
Schuldich shrugged his shoulders and winced. "Nah, can't stand staying in bed. Unless I'm doing the
nasty that is," Schuldich leered at Yohji. "But I can tell from your frame of mind that you're afraid to
hurt me, so a shower is now my priority."
"I don't think you should get the gauze wet," Yohji stated.
"A bath then," Schuldich agreed. He stood from the bed and turned to look at Yohji. "Care to
join me?"
Yohji looked up at him, the silence argument he fought with himself easy to read in his mind
and eyes. Schu tilted his head to one side as he watched Yohji licked his lips, trying to make
a decisions. Hormones finally won out.
Schuldich just smiled and led the blond into the bathroom.
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~Later that day~
Schuldich paused for a moment, as he pulled on the tight dark green leather pants he swiped
from the blond's closet, and looked over at Yohji, amused by the rants coming from the other man.
"No!" Yohji stated firmly. "You are not going clubbing. You're injured for fuck sake."
Ignoring Kudoh, Schuldich continued to try and mould the pants to his long legs.
"Dammit, Schuldich. I mean it! No clubbing."
Schuldich laughed as he zipped up the pants. "Stop being such a wuss, Kudoh and pass me
that shirt," Schuldich said pointing to the black shirt laying on the bed.
"No."
"God, you are such an infant sometimes. Learn to live a little, man," Schuldich said as he
snatched the shirt off the bed himself.
Schuldich threw on the shirt and paused to admire himself in the mirror. "Hmm, for an
infant you certainly have great taste in clothing."
"That's it," Yohji yelled. "You are not going clubbing, and I certainly did not give you
permission to wear my clothes."
Schuldich continued looking in the mirror as he ran his fingers through his long red hair, ignoring
the ranting of the blond behind him. 'Hmm, bandana or no bandana.' He thought to himself.
'No bandana,' he decided as he took the customary yellow cloth off his head. Red hair cascaded
down his face giving him a sultry look. The wave of desire coming from Yohji confirmed that he
looked hot.
Schuldich turned toward Yohji and struck a pose, "Well, how do I look," he asked, already
knowing the effect his appearance was having on the blond.
Yohji swallowed hard, trying to suppress his arousal, and continue his fight with the German.
Determined that he was not going to let the other man walk out of the room.
Schuldich sighed, and walked over to Yohji. Looking him in the eye, he knew that the other man
wouldn't give up easily. Raising his hand, he pushed him down onto the bed and gave him a carefully
controlled mental blast. Yohji tumbled back onto the bed, knocked unconscious.
Schuldich turned toward the mirror one more time and smiled. "Oh well, Kudoh. You had your
chance to come out tonight." He walked over to the blond laying on the bed and rifled through
his pockets, looking for his wallet. Finding the wallet, he pulled it out and flipped it open. Empty.
Schuldich sighed in disappointment. Tossing the wallet onto the bed, Schuldich suddenly smiled
as he remembered the cash register downstairs.
With one last look at the unconscious blond on the bed, Schuldich shrugged and walked to the
bedroom door. Opening it slowly he stepped out into the hall when he saw the coast was clear.
Slowly, he crept toward the stairs, alert too any sudden noised. He could hear the soft buzz of
the television and hushed conversations coming from down the stairs.
Schuldich crept downstairs slowly, not use to the customary noises they could make. Especially
the noises that stairs always seemed to make when they were being sneaked upon.
He successfully crept to the bottom of the stairs and peeked around the corner. He saw the other
three members of Weiss in the living room. Ken and Omi were sitting on a soft green couch, watching
television and chatting softly. Aya, was curled up in a large black chair, absorbed in a book he was
reading. How domestic.
A wicked smile crossed Schuldich's lips as he crept the other way and slipped into the flower shop.
The shop was dark as he stealthily made his way over to the cash register. He looked down at the
machine and frowned, not knowing how to use it. He hit a couple of buttons and the cash drawer
sprung open with a bang.
Schuldich tensed for a moment, listening to see if anyone has heard, but relaxed when it became
apparent that no one had heard. Looking down into the register, Schuldich smiled, those gullible
and naive assassins had left all the cash they made that day in the register.
Scooping out all of the large bills, he closed the register softly, and made his way over to the door.
One more glace back into the empty story, Schuldich unlocked that door and slipped out into the night.
TBC.....