A Week in the Life...
Part 4/?
by Zhara and Amber
Back from his shopping spree, Schuldich looked at all the various bags that laid strewed across
Yohji's bed. Smiling he started to unpack his latest purchases. Most of what he had bought
was clubbing cloths. 'God, I am so going to slut it up tonight,' he thought cheerily as he moved
to unpack his finds.
A soft cough from the doorway caught his attention. Turning, Schuldich saw the youngest member
of Weiss standing hesitantly in the doorway, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
"Are you going to come in or not?" Schuldich asked archly, trying not to smile at the multitude of
thoughts running through Omi's head.
Omi stepped nervously into the room and walked over to the bed, he opened his mouth to say
something, but closed it right away. He sat on the edge of Yohji's bed and watched as Schuldich
started to unpack.
"Out with it, Tsukiyono" Schuldich asked unnecessarily as he knew what the young man already
wanted. He pulled another shirt out a bag, and laid it on the bed.
Omi blushed as he finally made up his mind and asked the German. "Um, I wanna know how to
get someone's attention."
Schuldich slid his gaze over to Omi, somewhat surprised that the kid found the nerve to ask him,
"Why ask me? I thought you hated me."
Omi held his look, defiance starting to sparkle in his blue eyes, "Well you are a prick."
Schu smirked at that statement, "True. And?"
"But I can't ask the others. They think I am a little kid, and won't give me advice."
Schuldich could envision this little talk going on forever as he sought to drag the information for the
kid in a verbal manner. Best to get to the point. "So you want me to teach you to be a slut, eh?"
The defiance faded out to shock. "I think this was a mistake," he said rising from the bed and making
his way to the door.
Schuldich laughter followed Omi across the room, "I'm just kidding, chibi. Get back here and I'll tell
you how to get Nagi-kun's attention."
Omi froze and paused by the door, the shoulders that had slumped in defeat, rising. Turning to face
Schuldich he asked, "Can you help me?"
Schuldich laughed again. "Come to me grasshopper and let me teach you all I know."
Omi swallowed nervously and committed himself to his fate. Anything for the objective, he thought to
Schu amusement.
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Yohji was leaning on the kitchen counter, elbow resting on the counter, and head resting his hand as
he waited for the tea kettle to boil. A small smile slipped across his lips as he felt a pair of arms wrap
around his waist and lips nip at his ear.
"Mmmm. That feels good," Yohji said leaning back into the embrace. "But Ken, you know I have a
boyfriend."
Yohji laughed as his ass was slapped hard by an annoyed German. Turning around, he took one look
at Schuldich, and whistled in appreciation. "Looking good babe."
Schuldich smiled and posed for Yohji, letting the Ken comment slide. "You think so?"
Yohji nodded enthusiastically. The German looked hot. The red head was dressed in tight black leather
pants which moulded perfectly to his long legs. Yohji noticed no underwear line showing through the
practically painted on pants, and concluded that Schu wasn't wearing any. A delicious thought.
A tight silver shirt clung to his chest, and over it was a black knitted sweater, with coin sized holes
throughout the knit allowing the silver of the shirt to peek through. Once again the red hair was loose,
cascading over his shoulders. Yep, the man looked hot.
Schuldich smiled, and leaned over to and pressed his lips to Yohji's. Breaking the kiss he smiled, "I'm glad
I look hot. Now go get your butt ready, were going out. And Omi and Nagi are joining us."
"God damn it man, aren't you forgetting that you were shot? You are supposed to be resting."
Schuldich shrugged the comment off, and raised his hands in the air. "Look ma, full range of motion."
Yohji sighed, certain that he would never win an intelligent argument with the redhead, the stubborn
bastard that he was.
'I heard that,' Schuldich purred into Yohji's head.
"You were meant to," Yohji said, stepping up to Schuldich and wrapping his arms around his waist. He
pressed his lips to Schuldich's neck and nuzzled briefly, making the German moan softly. He broke away
when he heard sounds of disgust.
"Get a room," Ken said in disgust, as he looked over at Schuldich and Yohji. Aya stood behind the brunette,
watching the pair with a disapproving look.
Yohji wrapped an arm around Schuldich's slim waist and pulled the red head to him. "You're just jealous,
Kenken."
Schuldich laughed as Aya frowned at Yohji's comment.
Ken was about to retort when he heard the soft sound of Omi clearing his throat in the doorway.
Silence permeated the room as everyone took in Omi's new look.
Schuldich whistled, "Looking good, chibi."
Omi blushed and looked at the floor. His outfit was very outrageous compared to his normal garb. Schuldich
had dressed him in a tan, sleeveless vest that hung to below his knees. His lower abdomen was exposed due
to low riding suede pants in chocolate brown that clung to his legs.
"What did I tell you about that?" Schuldich said from across the room, putting one finger under Omi's chin
and lifting his head up.
Omi met Schuldich's look, "Give attitude?" He asked, trying to remember his lessons. Omi composed himself
at Schuldich's nod, and corrected his stance from an uncertain boy to man killer.
"That's my, chibi. Keep it up and you'll look like sex on a stick to everyone at the club," Schuldich said
approvingly.
"What. Did. You. Do?" Aya's cold voice demanded. The Weiss red head turned and glared at Schuldich,
clarifying his previous statement. "What did you do to, Omi?"
Schuldich smiled sickeningly sweet at Aya, "I'm helping him bring out his inner slut," he leered.
Aya flushed in rage and looked from Omi to Schuldich a few times. He looked like he was about to tear a
strip off of Schuldich but just turned around and stalked out of the room.
Omi laughed nervously as Aya stormed out of the kitchen, "Well that went better than I thought."
"Omi," Ken said gently, "what do you think you are doing?"
Omi looked defiantly at Ken. "I'm being me. I'm not a little kid anymore. You three always treat me like
I'm twelve. I'm eighteen for heaven's sake. Stop treating me like a child."
"You go, girl," Schuldich cheered.
Ken glared at Schuldich, before looking back at Omi. He was about to speak when Omi shouted at him.
"Would everyone stop glaring at, Schuldich. It isn't his decision to dress like this. It's mine." Omi shouted.
Ken drew back in shock. Sweet innocent Omi yelling at him. It had to be the German's fault.
"Why don't you go wait for us outside, chibi," Schuldich said soothingly. "I'm sure Kenken didn't mean
to upset you."
Omi nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
Ken turned and looked at Schuldich in shock. The soccer player's left eyes starting to spasm in frustration.
"You might want to get someone to look into that," Schuldich suggested leaning into Yohji.
Ken threw his hands up in disgust and stalked out of the kitchen, in the same direction that Aya had stormed
out.
Schuldich laughed.
"Um, babe. What exactly were you thinking of when you dressed Omi that way."
Schuldich grinned, "Tonight we're going to make the chibi a man."
Yohji frowned as an unpleasant thought raced through his head.
"Knock it off you, hentai." Schuldich said with exasperation as he hit Yohji's shoulder. "We're, as in you
and me, are not going to make him a man," Schuldich clarified, pointing between himself and Yohji, "Nagi's
going to make Omi a man."
"Ohhh," said Yohji slowly, realization dawning.
Schuldich slapped Yohji's ass for the second time that night. "Now go get that gorgeous ass ready. I'll call
Nagi and tell him where to meet us. Look for Omi and me outside," Schuldich ordered.
Yohji shrugged his shouldered and nodded, "Why not," he rationalized and walked to the stairs where he
bolted up them two steps at a time.
Schuldich watched as Yohji disappeared from view before walking over the door separating the shop for
the living quarters. He opened the door softly, and entered the shop. Walking over to the cash register,
he opened it grinning as he saw the money in the till. 'Will they ever learn?' he asked himself as he scoop
out all the larger bills.
Stuffing the money into the top of one boot, Schuldich closed the till and exited the shop to wait with Omi
outside.
Tonight was going to be fun.
TBC....
Part 4/?
by Zhara and Amber
Back from his shopping spree, Schuldich looked at all the various bags that laid strewed across
Yohji's bed. Smiling he started to unpack his latest purchases. Most of what he had bought
was clubbing cloths. 'God, I am so going to slut it up tonight,' he thought cheerily as he moved
to unpack his finds.
A soft cough from the doorway caught his attention. Turning, Schuldich saw the youngest member
of Weiss standing hesitantly in the doorway, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
"Are you going to come in or not?" Schuldich asked archly, trying not to smile at the multitude of
thoughts running through Omi's head.
Omi stepped nervously into the room and walked over to the bed, he opened his mouth to say
something, but closed it right away. He sat on the edge of Yohji's bed and watched as Schuldich
started to unpack.
"Out with it, Tsukiyono" Schuldich asked unnecessarily as he knew what the young man already
wanted. He pulled another shirt out a bag, and laid it on the bed.
Omi blushed as he finally made up his mind and asked the German. "Um, I wanna know how to
get someone's attention."
Schuldich slid his gaze over to Omi, somewhat surprised that the kid found the nerve to ask him,
"Why ask me? I thought you hated me."
Omi held his look, defiance starting to sparkle in his blue eyes, "Well you are a prick."
Schu smirked at that statement, "True. And?"
"But I can't ask the others. They think I am a little kid, and won't give me advice."
Schuldich could envision this little talk going on forever as he sought to drag the information for the
kid in a verbal manner. Best to get to the point. "So you want me to teach you to be a slut, eh?"
The defiance faded out to shock. "I think this was a mistake," he said rising from the bed and making
his way to the door.
Schuldich laughter followed Omi across the room, "I'm just kidding, chibi. Get back here and I'll tell
you how to get Nagi-kun's attention."
Omi froze and paused by the door, the shoulders that had slumped in defeat, rising. Turning to face
Schuldich he asked, "Can you help me?"
Schuldich laughed again. "Come to me grasshopper and let me teach you all I know."
Omi swallowed nervously and committed himself to his fate. Anything for the objective, he thought to
Schu amusement.
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Yohji was leaning on the kitchen counter, elbow resting on the counter, and head resting his hand as
he waited for the tea kettle to boil. A small smile slipped across his lips as he felt a pair of arms wrap
around his waist and lips nip at his ear.
"Mmmm. That feels good," Yohji said leaning back into the embrace. "But Ken, you know I have a
boyfriend."
Yohji laughed as his ass was slapped hard by an annoyed German. Turning around, he took one look
at Schuldich, and whistled in appreciation. "Looking good babe."
Schuldich smiled and posed for Yohji, letting the Ken comment slide. "You think so?"
Yohji nodded enthusiastically. The German looked hot. The red head was dressed in tight black leather
pants which moulded perfectly to his long legs. Yohji noticed no underwear line showing through the
practically painted on pants, and concluded that Schu wasn't wearing any. A delicious thought.
A tight silver shirt clung to his chest, and over it was a black knitted sweater, with coin sized holes
throughout the knit allowing the silver of the shirt to peek through. Once again the red hair was loose,
cascading over his shoulders. Yep, the man looked hot.
Schuldich smiled, and leaned over to and pressed his lips to Yohji's. Breaking the kiss he smiled, "I'm glad
I look hot. Now go get your butt ready, were going out. And Omi and Nagi are joining us."
"God damn it man, aren't you forgetting that you were shot? You are supposed to be resting."
Schuldich shrugged the comment off, and raised his hands in the air. "Look ma, full range of motion."
Yohji sighed, certain that he would never win an intelligent argument with the redhead, the stubborn
bastard that he was.
'I heard that,' Schuldich purred into Yohji's head.
"You were meant to," Yohji said, stepping up to Schuldich and wrapping his arms around his waist. He
pressed his lips to Schuldich's neck and nuzzled briefly, making the German moan softly. He broke away
when he heard sounds of disgust.
"Get a room," Ken said in disgust, as he looked over at Schuldich and Yohji. Aya stood behind the brunette,
watching the pair with a disapproving look.
Yohji wrapped an arm around Schuldich's slim waist and pulled the red head to him. "You're just jealous,
Kenken."
Schuldich laughed as Aya frowned at Yohji's comment.
Ken was about to retort when he heard the soft sound of Omi clearing his throat in the doorway.
Silence permeated the room as everyone took in Omi's new look.
Schuldich whistled, "Looking good, chibi."
Omi blushed and looked at the floor. His outfit was very outrageous compared to his normal garb. Schuldich
had dressed him in a tan, sleeveless vest that hung to below his knees. His lower abdomen was exposed due
to low riding suede pants in chocolate brown that clung to his legs.
"What did I tell you about that?" Schuldich said from across the room, putting one finger under Omi's chin
and lifting his head up.
Omi met Schuldich's look, "Give attitude?" He asked, trying to remember his lessons. Omi composed himself
at Schuldich's nod, and corrected his stance from an uncertain boy to man killer.
"That's my, chibi. Keep it up and you'll look like sex on a stick to everyone at the club," Schuldich said
approvingly.
"What. Did. You. Do?" Aya's cold voice demanded. The Weiss red head turned and glared at Schuldich,
clarifying his previous statement. "What did you do to, Omi?"
Schuldich smiled sickeningly sweet at Aya, "I'm helping him bring out his inner slut," he leered.
Aya flushed in rage and looked from Omi to Schuldich a few times. He looked like he was about to tear a
strip off of Schuldich but just turned around and stalked out of the room.
Omi laughed nervously as Aya stormed out of the kitchen, "Well that went better than I thought."
"Omi," Ken said gently, "what do you think you are doing?"
Omi looked defiantly at Ken. "I'm being me. I'm not a little kid anymore. You three always treat me like
I'm twelve. I'm eighteen for heaven's sake. Stop treating me like a child."
"You go, girl," Schuldich cheered.
Ken glared at Schuldich, before looking back at Omi. He was about to speak when Omi shouted at him.
"Would everyone stop glaring at, Schuldich. It isn't his decision to dress like this. It's mine." Omi shouted.
Ken drew back in shock. Sweet innocent Omi yelling at him. It had to be the German's fault.
"Why don't you go wait for us outside, chibi," Schuldich said soothingly. "I'm sure Kenken didn't mean
to upset you."
Omi nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
Ken turned and looked at Schuldich in shock. The soccer player's left eyes starting to spasm in frustration.
"You might want to get someone to look into that," Schuldich suggested leaning into Yohji.
Ken threw his hands up in disgust and stalked out of the kitchen, in the same direction that Aya had stormed
out.
Schuldich laughed.
"Um, babe. What exactly were you thinking of when you dressed Omi that way."
Schuldich grinned, "Tonight we're going to make the chibi a man."
Yohji frowned as an unpleasant thought raced through his head.
"Knock it off you, hentai." Schuldich said with exasperation as he hit Yohji's shoulder. "We're, as in you
and me, are not going to make him a man," Schuldich clarified, pointing between himself and Yohji, "Nagi's
going to make Omi a man."
"Ohhh," said Yohji slowly, realization dawning.
Schuldich slapped Yohji's ass for the second time that night. "Now go get that gorgeous ass ready. I'll call
Nagi and tell him where to meet us. Look for Omi and me outside," Schuldich ordered.
Yohji shrugged his shouldered and nodded, "Why not," he rationalized and walked to the stairs where he
bolted up them two steps at a time.
Schuldich watched as Yohji disappeared from view before walking over the door separating the shop for
the living quarters. He opened the door softly, and entered the shop. Walking over to the cash register,
he opened it grinning as he saw the money in the till. 'Will they ever learn?' he asked himself as he scoop
out all the larger bills.
Stuffing the money into the top of one boot, Schuldich closed the till and exited the shop to wait with Omi
outside.
Tonight was going to be fun.
TBC....