A Week in the Life...
Part 5/?
by Amber and Zhara
Red and orange lights flashed to the driving beat of the song that poured over the nightclub's sound
system as Schuldich, Yohji and Omi entered the Kitty Cat Club. The room was thick with cigarette
smoke and voices that competed with the loud music. Scantily clad bodies of both sexes twisted
through the crowd, heading for the bars and dance floors scattered throughout the club. Schuldich
loved this place.
Touching the shoulder of a passing waitress, Schuldich took a moment to appreciate her revealing
costume before leaning toward her to give their drink order. Turning back to his companions he
grinned knowingly at the blush on Omi's face as the young man looked at the woman, then joined
Kudoh's frankly appraising look as he watched her saunter off. Kudoh turned to him, still grinning
from the sight.
"I thought Nagi was going to be meeting us here," Yohji said over the noise of the club.
Schuldich didn't bother trying to beat the noise. //Oh, he's here. The little chibi is hiding out in
one of the tables in the corner. Seems he's a bit overwhelmed.//
Yohji raised one eyebrow as he searched the bar for the young Schwarz member. //How did
he get in here anyway? With out you to mess with the bouncers mind I didn't think that Omi
would be able to get in for a bit there.//
Schuldich smirked at his lover. //With the kind of money and power Schwarz yields, there not
too many places that we can't get into.//
Yohji thought about that as the waitress returned with a tray full of drinks. He was distracted
by the sight of Schuldich bending over to grab some money from his boot. A little shake of that
black clad behind let him know that the German was aware of his appraisal.
Straightening up, Schuldich placed a bill on the tray, then leaned toward the waitress. "A tip for
good service," he said in her ear, motioning toward her chest. With a grin, the waitress moved
the tray to one side, exposing the little top she wore. Yohji watched as Schuldich placed the bill
at the hollow of her throat before dragging it down with his fingers to place it under her top. With
another wicked grin, the waitress turned and walked away to place more orders, her hips swinging
for the men's pleasure.
"God, I love this place," Schuldich said as he motioned for Yohji and Omi to follow him through the
crowd. A deft command got the crowd to part slightly for them so they could make their way easier
to the table where Nagi waited for them.
Slowing down, Schuldich grabbed Omi around the waist with his free arm, and pulled him up front.
//Remember what I taught you, Omi.//
Omi gulped as he felt a hand trail down his back. Schuldich snarled at the man who had reached out
to touch the younger man.
//Give attitude?// Omi thought back to the German as the strange man's hand made contact with
his back again.
//Say it like a man,// Schuldich almost yelled at Omi, to shake him out of his timid stance.
Omi took the hint. "Hands off the merchandise," Omi snapped as he slapped the groper's roving
hand away.
Schuldich threw his arm around Omi's shoulder, "Excellent, grasshopper," he shouted over the noise.
Omi beamed a grin at Schuldich.
//Attitude,// Schuldich reminded him.
Omi dropped his pose in a sultry come hither stance as they finally arrived at the table where Nagi
was sitting. Nagi's mouth opened as he took in the youngest member of Weiss. A slow blush
bloomed on his cheeks as he averted his eyes.
Schuldich sighed in annoyance at the prim display. He had definitely been away from Nagi to long
if this was the young man's reaction to a hot young thing. At least he wasn't wearing the horrid
school uniform that he preferred. Instead, Nagi had chosen to wear a long sleeved blue shirt that
clung to his torso nicely and dark blue tailored pants that were a shade darker than his shirt. All in
all, he didn't look to bad, but Schuldich knew that he could have spiced up Nagi's outfit some more.
"Omi, you know Nagi. Nagi, Omi," Schuldich said to the two younger men. "Have fun!"
'Ok. On to phase two. Ply them with drinks,' he thought to himself. He raised his hand in the
air motioning for a nearby waitress to come over. When she finally made her way to him he
handed her a large bill and motioned to the two young men who were seated side by side at
the table. "Keep the drinks coming will ya?" The waitress noted what the two men were drinking
then moved away from the small party.
Schuldich elbowed Yohji lightly in the stomach as the blond's eyes strayed a little to long on the
gorgeous waitress. Yohji flashed a guilty glance at Schuldich before reaching out and pulling Schuldich
to him.
Schuldich gave in as Yohji covered his lips with his. They kissed deeply for a moment before
Schuldich broke away. //I like what you're thinking,// he said as he pushed a tendril of hair out of
Yohji's eyes.
//About threesomes?// He winked at Schuldich.
//Hmmm. Tempting, but I don't think so. You're all mine tonight, lover boy.//
Yohji frowned, //How's your shoulder?//
//For fuck sake, it's fine. Now lets go dance,// he replied grabbing Yohji's hand and dragging him
to the dance floor, leaving the two bashful young men to get to know each other better.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Schuldich cracked one eye open to glare at the door and the insistent banging being produced
on it. Groaning as the sound echoed painfully in his head, he nudged the sleeping form of Yohji
beside him. "Get that will you," Schuldich ordered.
Yohji rolled away from Schuldich and continued snoring softly.
'Bastard,' Schuldich thought as the banging at the door started up again.
"Alright, alright. I hear you. You fucking bastard," Schuldich said as he rolled out of bed. Reaching
down and pulling on the nearest pairs of pants and walked to the door. Opening it, he found a very
upset Ken on the other side.
"What the fuck do you want at this ungodly hour?" Schuldich asked crossly, pissed that he was awake.
"It's eleven in the morning, Schuldich," Ken said astounded.
Schuldich's glare deepened, "You woke me up before noon?" He asked menacingly.
Ken paled before gathering his nerves. "Aya and I want to talk to you downstairs."
"Now?" Schuldich asked drawing the word out to show his annoyance.
"Well you can shower first and stuff," Ken stammered, averting his eyes from the telepath.
Schuldich sighed, "Fine. I'll be down shortly," he said slamming the door in Ken's face. That made
him feel marginally better.
Turing from the door, he regarded the blonde sprawled on the bed in sleep. He squashed the urge
to jump into bed and start something naughty, but decided against it. The vibes he felt off of Ken
portrayed the urgency of the coming meeting and he hated to be interrupted in the middle of a good
fuck.
With a sigh he went and showered, feeling slightly better when he used all the hot water. Poking at
his healing shoulder, Schuldich noticed that it was well on it's way to being completely healed.
'Hot damn,'he thought as he pulled on some clothes. 'I wonder when Kudoh is going to notice that
I'm hardly an invalid.' He pulled his wet hair into a loose ponytail at the base of his head, wincing at
the headache that pounded throughout his head. 'Stupid brain, getting all dehydrated from alcohol.
Wish my superior metabolism could take care of a hangover. Stupid Essett. They never could get
anything right. I suppose recovering from a gun shot wound in less that a week will have to do,' he
thought with a slight grin.
Treading down the stairs after he had dressed, Schuldich went into the kitchen where the two members
of Weiss were waiting for him. Let the inquisition begin. "All right. I'm here. What the hell do you want?"
Aya leaned against the counter, furthest away from the door, and immediately turned his worst glare
onto Schuldich, who only grinned. Ken was sitting at the kitchen table, arms folded in front of him,
reminding Schuldich of an annoyed school marm.
Schuldich smiled at the pair, wondering if they thought that they were scaring him in the least.
"Please sit down, Schuldich," Ken said motioning for the German to take a set across from him.
Schuldich complied and sat where Ken motioned him to sit. He was amused at the way the assassin's
were trying to be polite to him. Turing to Aya he said "Get me a cup of coffee, toots."
Aya looked outraged.
"Coffee or no talking," Schuldich said placing his elbows on the table and resting his still throbbing head
in his hands. //You work in the service industry honey,// he thought at Aya. //How about some service.//
Seconds later a cup of coffee was tossed on the table in front of him, the dark liquid in the cup sloshing
over the sides. "Stay out of my mind," Aya said harshly, his voice getting deeper in his anger.
He looked at the annoyed red head. "Cream?" he asked sweetly.
Aya glowered and stormed over to the fridge. He opened the door grabbed the small carton and
threw is at the German, who caught it in midair.
"Even with a bitch of a hangover I still know what the fuck you're thinking, toots. Can you at least
try to control your thoughts. I do have a headache," Schuldich said poured some cream in his coffee.
"I will kill you," Aya said with a frosty glare.
"Yeah, Yeah. You know, you aren't the first person to threaten my life on a daily basis," Schuldich
said dryly.
"Schuldich," Ken began trying to get the situation under control, only to be interrupted when Schuldich
raised his free hand to silence him.
"No talk. Drink first." The German said as he lifted the cup of coffee to his lips. He closed his eyes
briefly as the hot liquid sluiced down his throat. "That's the medicine. Now, what does Tweedle Dee
and Tweedle Dumber want?"
Aya controlled his urge to kill Schuldich and planted himself in the chair beside Schuldich, his arms
crossed firmly over his chest. "You robbed us again last night. Where is our money."
Schuldich tried not to roll his eyes, "Didn't we have this conversation before?"
Aya slammed a hand down on the table top, further disturbing Schuldich's coffee. "Obviously you
don't learn from your past mistakes. Where is it?"
"It's at the Kitty Cat Club. Some waitress is probably still picking tips out of her bra as we speak.
Good service deserves it's reward." Schuldich said waiting for their reaction. He wasn't disappointed.
"What the hell do you mean, some waitress' bra," Ken said jumping to his feet.
"Have you SEEN the waitresses that work there, boy?" Schuldich asked with a disbelieving look in
Ken's direction. "Of course not. I forgot who I was speaking to. Do yourself a favour and try to get
laid in the next year or so."
Ken's face went scarlet as he tried to figure out what to say.
"It's inconsequential whether Ken needs to get laid or not," Aya said coldly around Schuldich's grunt
of indifference. "The topic of the moment is I want our money back, NOW!"
"Fine, fine. You'll have it this afternoon. Gawd, you two do nothing but bitch. You're worse than
Crawford in the respect," Schuldich said. 'Even though I get away with a whole hell of a lot more
over here. Weiss are such pushovers,' he thought with a snicker.
"I swear. Why don't you to go fuck each other, I think that you both need to unwind a bit there."
Aya's fingers twitched for his katana. 'Can't kill German, Kudoh likes him. Can't kill German, Kudoh
likes him,' Aya chanted to himself. 'Kudoh's an idiot.'
Schuldich looked over at Aya and grinned. He then threw Aya his best, 'who me? I'm an innocent
flower' look when Aya glared at him.
Clenching his fingers on the edge of the table, Aya moved on. "Ok. On to the second topic. Where's
Omi?" Aya asked frostily. "He didn't come home with you last night. What kind of decrepit hell hole
did you leave him in?"
"Oh, he's probably still banging Nagi or something," Schuldich said, shrugging his slender shoulders.
"And I hardly think that the Motel 8 is a decrepit hell hole."
Aya looked at Schuldich in shock and pushed away from the table. He stood and looked at the
German for a moment before turning and walking out of the room.
Schuldich watched him leave and turned to Ken, "So. Are there any other topic on the agenda, or
can I go back to bed now?"
Ken simple sat in the chair, his left eye twitching.
Schuldich could pick up random thoughts running through the brunette's head, 'Omi. Nagi. Motel 8.
Kill German. The German hurts God.
"I take that as a no," Schuldich said before he drained the rest of his coffee. Standing up, he lifted his
hands over his head and stretched, "Well, I'm off to romp with my smitten kitten. I'll have that money
for you this afternoon," he said and left the room, taking another shred of Ken's sanity with him.
Part 5/?
by Amber and Zhara
Red and orange lights flashed to the driving beat of the song that poured over the nightclub's sound
system as Schuldich, Yohji and Omi entered the Kitty Cat Club. The room was thick with cigarette
smoke and voices that competed with the loud music. Scantily clad bodies of both sexes twisted
through the crowd, heading for the bars and dance floors scattered throughout the club. Schuldich
loved this place.
Touching the shoulder of a passing waitress, Schuldich took a moment to appreciate her revealing
costume before leaning toward her to give their drink order. Turning back to his companions he
grinned knowingly at the blush on Omi's face as the young man looked at the woman, then joined
Kudoh's frankly appraising look as he watched her saunter off. Kudoh turned to him, still grinning
from the sight.
"I thought Nagi was going to be meeting us here," Yohji said over the noise of the club.
Schuldich didn't bother trying to beat the noise. //Oh, he's here. The little chibi is hiding out in
one of the tables in the corner. Seems he's a bit overwhelmed.//
Yohji raised one eyebrow as he searched the bar for the young Schwarz member. //How did
he get in here anyway? With out you to mess with the bouncers mind I didn't think that Omi
would be able to get in for a bit there.//
Schuldich smirked at his lover. //With the kind of money and power Schwarz yields, there not
too many places that we can't get into.//
Yohji thought about that as the waitress returned with a tray full of drinks. He was distracted
by the sight of Schuldich bending over to grab some money from his boot. A little shake of that
black clad behind let him know that the German was aware of his appraisal.
Straightening up, Schuldich placed a bill on the tray, then leaned toward the waitress. "A tip for
good service," he said in her ear, motioning toward her chest. With a grin, the waitress moved
the tray to one side, exposing the little top she wore. Yohji watched as Schuldich placed the bill
at the hollow of her throat before dragging it down with his fingers to place it under her top. With
another wicked grin, the waitress turned and walked away to place more orders, her hips swinging
for the men's pleasure.
"God, I love this place," Schuldich said as he motioned for Yohji and Omi to follow him through the
crowd. A deft command got the crowd to part slightly for them so they could make their way easier
to the table where Nagi waited for them.
Slowing down, Schuldich grabbed Omi around the waist with his free arm, and pulled him up front.
//Remember what I taught you, Omi.//
Omi gulped as he felt a hand trail down his back. Schuldich snarled at the man who had reached out
to touch the younger man.
//Give attitude?// Omi thought back to the German as the strange man's hand made contact with
his back again.
//Say it like a man,// Schuldich almost yelled at Omi, to shake him out of his timid stance.
Omi took the hint. "Hands off the merchandise," Omi snapped as he slapped the groper's roving
hand away.
Schuldich threw his arm around Omi's shoulder, "Excellent, grasshopper," he shouted over the noise.
Omi beamed a grin at Schuldich.
//Attitude,// Schuldich reminded him.
Omi dropped his pose in a sultry come hither stance as they finally arrived at the table where Nagi
was sitting. Nagi's mouth opened as he took in the youngest member of Weiss. A slow blush
bloomed on his cheeks as he averted his eyes.
Schuldich sighed in annoyance at the prim display. He had definitely been away from Nagi to long
if this was the young man's reaction to a hot young thing. At least he wasn't wearing the horrid
school uniform that he preferred. Instead, Nagi had chosen to wear a long sleeved blue shirt that
clung to his torso nicely and dark blue tailored pants that were a shade darker than his shirt. All in
all, he didn't look to bad, but Schuldich knew that he could have spiced up Nagi's outfit some more.
"Omi, you know Nagi. Nagi, Omi," Schuldich said to the two younger men. "Have fun!"
'Ok. On to phase two. Ply them with drinks,' he thought to himself. He raised his hand in the
air motioning for a nearby waitress to come over. When she finally made her way to him he
handed her a large bill and motioned to the two young men who were seated side by side at
the table. "Keep the drinks coming will ya?" The waitress noted what the two men were drinking
then moved away from the small party.
Schuldich elbowed Yohji lightly in the stomach as the blond's eyes strayed a little to long on the
gorgeous waitress. Yohji flashed a guilty glance at Schuldich before reaching out and pulling Schuldich
to him.
Schuldich gave in as Yohji covered his lips with his. They kissed deeply for a moment before
Schuldich broke away. //I like what you're thinking,// he said as he pushed a tendril of hair out of
Yohji's eyes.
//About threesomes?// He winked at Schuldich.
//Hmmm. Tempting, but I don't think so. You're all mine tonight, lover boy.//
Yohji frowned, //How's your shoulder?//
//For fuck sake, it's fine. Now lets go dance,// he replied grabbing Yohji's hand and dragging him
to the dance floor, leaving the two bashful young men to get to know each other better.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Schuldich cracked one eye open to glare at the door and the insistent banging being produced
on it. Groaning as the sound echoed painfully in his head, he nudged the sleeping form of Yohji
beside him. "Get that will you," Schuldich ordered.
Yohji rolled away from Schuldich and continued snoring softly.
'Bastard,' Schuldich thought as the banging at the door started up again.
"Alright, alright. I hear you. You fucking bastard," Schuldich said as he rolled out of bed. Reaching
down and pulling on the nearest pairs of pants and walked to the door. Opening it, he found a very
upset Ken on the other side.
"What the fuck do you want at this ungodly hour?" Schuldich asked crossly, pissed that he was awake.
"It's eleven in the morning, Schuldich," Ken said astounded.
Schuldich's glare deepened, "You woke me up before noon?" He asked menacingly.
Ken paled before gathering his nerves. "Aya and I want to talk to you downstairs."
"Now?" Schuldich asked drawing the word out to show his annoyance.
"Well you can shower first and stuff," Ken stammered, averting his eyes from the telepath.
Schuldich sighed, "Fine. I'll be down shortly," he said slamming the door in Ken's face. That made
him feel marginally better.
Turing from the door, he regarded the blonde sprawled on the bed in sleep. He squashed the urge
to jump into bed and start something naughty, but decided against it. The vibes he felt off of Ken
portrayed the urgency of the coming meeting and he hated to be interrupted in the middle of a good
fuck.
With a sigh he went and showered, feeling slightly better when he used all the hot water. Poking at
his healing shoulder, Schuldich noticed that it was well on it's way to being completely healed.
'Hot damn,'he thought as he pulled on some clothes. 'I wonder when Kudoh is going to notice that
I'm hardly an invalid.' He pulled his wet hair into a loose ponytail at the base of his head, wincing at
the headache that pounded throughout his head. 'Stupid brain, getting all dehydrated from alcohol.
Wish my superior metabolism could take care of a hangover. Stupid Essett. They never could get
anything right. I suppose recovering from a gun shot wound in less that a week will have to do,' he
thought with a slight grin.
Treading down the stairs after he had dressed, Schuldich went into the kitchen where the two members
of Weiss were waiting for him. Let the inquisition begin. "All right. I'm here. What the hell do you want?"
Aya leaned against the counter, furthest away from the door, and immediately turned his worst glare
onto Schuldich, who only grinned. Ken was sitting at the kitchen table, arms folded in front of him,
reminding Schuldich of an annoyed school marm.
Schuldich smiled at the pair, wondering if they thought that they were scaring him in the least.
"Please sit down, Schuldich," Ken said motioning for the German to take a set across from him.
Schuldich complied and sat where Ken motioned him to sit. He was amused at the way the assassin's
were trying to be polite to him. Turing to Aya he said "Get me a cup of coffee, toots."
Aya looked outraged.
"Coffee or no talking," Schuldich said placing his elbows on the table and resting his still throbbing head
in his hands. //You work in the service industry honey,// he thought at Aya. //How about some service.//
Seconds later a cup of coffee was tossed on the table in front of him, the dark liquid in the cup sloshing
over the sides. "Stay out of my mind," Aya said harshly, his voice getting deeper in his anger.
He looked at the annoyed red head. "Cream?" he asked sweetly.
Aya glowered and stormed over to the fridge. He opened the door grabbed the small carton and
threw is at the German, who caught it in midair.
"Even with a bitch of a hangover I still know what the fuck you're thinking, toots. Can you at least
try to control your thoughts. I do have a headache," Schuldich said poured some cream in his coffee.
"I will kill you," Aya said with a frosty glare.
"Yeah, Yeah. You know, you aren't the first person to threaten my life on a daily basis," Schuldich
said dryly.
"Schuldich," Ken began trying to get the situation under control, only to be interrupted when Schuldich
raised his free hand to silence him.
"No talk. Drink first." The German said as he lifted the cup of coffee to his lips. He closed his eyes
briefly as the hot liquid sluiced down his throat. "That's the medicine. Now, what does Tweedle Dee
and Tweedle Dumber want?"
Aya controlled his urge to kill Schuldich and planted himself in the chair beside Schuldich, his arms
crossed firmly over his chest. "You robbed us again last night. Where is our money."
Schuldich tried not to roll his eyes, "Didn't we have this conversation before?"
Aya slammed a hand down on the table top, further disturbing Schuldich's coffee. "Obviously you
don't learn from your past mistakes. Where is it?"
"It's at the Kitty Cat Club. Some waitress is probably still picking tips out of her bra as we speak.
Good service deserves it's reward." Schuldich said waiting for their reaction. He wasn't disappointed.
"What the hell do you mean, some waitress' bra," Ken said jumping to his feet.
"Have you SEEN the waitresses that work there, boy?" Schuldich asked with a disbelieving look in
Ken's direction. "Of course not. I forgot who I was speaking to. Do yourself a favour and try to get
laid in the next year or so."
Ken's face went scarlet as he tried to figure out what to say.
"It's inconsequential whether Ken needs to get laid or not," Aya said coldly around Schuldich's grunt
of indifference. "The topic of the moment is I want our money back, NOW!"
"Fine, fine. You'll have it this afternoon. Gawd, you two do nothing but bitch. You're worse than
Crawford in the respect," Schuldich said. 'Even though I get away with a whole hell of a lot more
over here. Weiss are such pushovers,' he thought with a snicker.
"I swear. Why don't you to go fuck each other, I think that you both need to unwind a bit there."
Aya's fingers twitched for his katana. 'Can't kill German, Kudoh likes him. Can't kill German, Kudoh
likes him,' Aya chanted to himself. 'Kudoh's an idiot.'
Schuldich looked over at Aya and grinned. He then threw Aya his best, 'who me? I'm an innocent
flower' look when Aya glared at him.
Clenching his fingers on the edge of the table, Aya moved on. "Ok. On to the second topic. Where's
Omi?" Aya asked frostily. "He didn't come home with you last night. What kind of decrepit hell hole
did you leave him in?"
"Oh, he's probably still banging Nagi or something," Schuldich said, shrugging his slender shoulders.
"And I hardly think that the Motel 8 is a decrepit hell hole."
Aya looked at Schuldich in shock and pushed away from the table. He stood and looked at the
German for a moment before turning and walking out of the room.
Schuldich watched him leave and turned to Ken, "So. Are there any other topic on the agenda, or
can I go back to bed now?"
Ken simple sat in the chair, his left eye twitching.
Schuldich could pick up random thoughts running through the brunette's head, 'Omi. Nagi. Motel 8.
Kill German. The German hurts God.
"I take that as a no," Schuldich said before he drained the rest of his coffee. Standing up, he lifted his
hands over his head and stretched, "Well, I'm off to romp with my smitten kitten. I'll have that money
for you this afternoon," he said and left the room, taking another shred of Ken's sanity with him.