A Week in the Life...
Part 6/?
by Amber and Zhara
Later that same day.......
Struggling with the load in his arms, Schuldich shouldered his way into the flower shop. Kicking
the door closed behind him, he staggered over to where Ken sat behind the cash register.
Ken looked up from the article he was reading. The shop was in its afternoon lull period, one of
the only sane times during the say since the girls that usually flocked to the store like seagulls to
the shore were still in school. Out of boredom Ken had grabbed a magazine to read until the next
costumer arrived. "What is all the junk?" he asked with a pointed look as the redhead made his
way over to him.
Ken scowled as the German ignored him, dumping the contents of his arms on the counter, covering
the magazine Ken was reading. Sorting through the various items, he watched as Schuldich said 'ah ha'
when the other man found the object of his search. The sound of cellophane being torn open was
quickly followed by a contented sigh as Schuldich popped a golden brown confection in his mouth.
Glaring up at Schuldich, he waited for the other man to finish up chewing so he could answer the question.
Schuldich handed Ken a loose stack of money. "Here's your money," he said, as he started to sort the
objects into different piles. Scattered across the counter top was numerous scratch and win tickets,
multiple packs of cigarettes and a variety of confections, mainly Twinkies. "The rest is mine," Schuldich
said grinning as he opened another pack of Twinkies.
"Where did you get all this stuff," Ken asked with amazement that quickly turned into suspicion, "And
just where did you get all of that cash?"
Schuldich shrugged his slender shoulders nonchalantly, "Oh, I robbed that quaint little corner story down
the street," he replied as he fished out a coin from his pocket to start scratching at one of the lottery tickets.
Ken stood there in shock for a moment, Schuldich's words crashing over him. He started to see a red
aura gather around him as his anger built.
"You robbed Mr. Yohsi?" Ken ground out, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Is that his name?" Schuldich asked, not really listening to Ken.
"Schuldich how could you," Ken shouted, pushing himself away from the counter. "He's like, one-hundred
and twenty years old! How could you?"
Schuldich looked up at the raving brunette. "Where else did you expect me to get the money? It's not
like I can ask Crawford. He shot me remember?" Schuldich said, going for the sympathy play.
"That's a load of crap," Ken yelled back, his face infusing with red as his blood pressure rose.
"Oh please, mister perfect. It's not like I have any other marketable assets. I'm an assassin, I'll have you
remember. And a pretty damn good thief when I want to be. Deal with it," Schuldich retorted. "Now
if you don't mind, I have tickets to scratch and Twinkies to eat."
Ken stared in numb shock at the insane redhead. Two cop cars went zooming down the street outside
the flower shop, heading for the scene of the crime. It was just too much to process.
In a daze, Ken turned around and walked towards the backroom, passing a perplexed Aya who had
just entered the shop. He didn't see Aya stopped to stare after him as he walked by muttering about
the joys of blenders, and the way to cram a certain German into said appliance.
Aya looked from Ken back into the shop where Schuldich was scratching at something on the counter
top and eating some sort of cake like product.
Gathering himself up, Aya was about to say something when a dishevelled Omi finally arrived home
after his rendezvous at Motel 8 with Nagi. His eyes narrowed at Omi's happy but exhausted appearance.
"What happened to you?" Aya said icily.
Schuldich looked up with a feral grin before Omi could answer. "You go, girl. I think someone else
got laid last night besides me."
Omi just grunted something and walked to the back of the shop and entered the main living area, followed
by Schuldich's laughter.
Aya was livid by the lack of response from the younger assassin. He didn't like to be ignored and he
definitely wasn't use to this sort of behaviour from Omi. To make things worse, Aya was sure he saw
vivid love bites littering Omi's pale neck as the young man walked by him.
Growling, Aya walked to the door of the flower shop, a plan finally forming in his mind on how to deal
with the annoying house guest. As the door to the shop was closing, he could hear Schuldich shouting.
"Alright! BINGO!"
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Brad looked up from the paper he was reading when he heard a knock at the door. He frowned, annoyed
at the fact that no visions had foreseen company that day. His frown deepened as the thought that no
one knew where Schwarz actually lived crossed his mind. The last few days had been relaxing, quiet,
he had to admit, but very peaceful since he had shot Schuldich. A slight smile spread across his face.
The look on Schuldich's face when he realized just who had shot him was more than worth any quiet
and accompanying boredom that was associated with it.
Folding up his paper, Brad placed it on the small table next to his chair as he went to answer the door,
ready to scare off any door-to-door salesmen. He was shocked when all he saw was red hair. Brilliant
red hair that didn't belong to Schwarz's redhead.
Aya stood in the doorway, a frown marring his pale face as he glared at the other man with flashing
purple-eyes.
"How did you find," Brad began before trailing off, "Never mind, Schuldich told you just to piss me
off right?" Brad said dryly as he watched the Weiss assassin, mildly surprised to see that he wasn't
going for the katana that always graced his hips.
"You got it in one," Aya said as frowning at the telepath's name. "I need to talk to you." Aya
continued cooly.
Brad cocked an eyebrow considering the request. Deciding that it couldn't possibly hurt now that
Aya knew where they lived, he motioned with one hand for Aya to enter.
tbc.
Part 6/?
by Amber and Zhara
Later that same day.......
Struggling with the load in his arms, Schuldich shouldered his way into the flower shop. Kicking
the door closed behind him, he staggered over to where Ken sat behind the cash register.
Ken looked up from the article he was reading. The shop was in its afternoon lull period, one of
the only sane times during the say since the girls that usually flocked to the store like seagulls to
the shore were still in school. Out of boredom Ken had grabbed a magazine to read until the next
costumer arrived. "What is all the junk?" he asked with a pointed look as the redhead made his
way over to him.
Ken scowled as the German ignored him, dumping the contents of his arms on the counter, covering
the magazine Ken was reading. Sorting through the various items, he watched as Schuldich said 'ah ha'
when the other man found the object of his search. The sound of cellophane being torn open was
quickly followed by a contented sigh as Schuldich popped a golden brown confection in his mouth.
Glaring up at Schuldich, he waited for the other man to finish up chewing so he could answer the question.
Schuldich handed Ken a loose stack of money. "Here's your money," he said, as he started to sort the
objects into different piles. Scattered across the counter top was numerous scratch and win tickets,
multiple packs of cigarettes and a variety of confections, mainly Twinkies. "The rest is mine," Schuldich
said grinning as he opened another pack of Twinkies.
"Where did you get all this stuff," Ken asked with amazement that quickly turned into suspicion, "And
just where did you get all of that cash?"
Schuldich shrugged his slender shoulders nonchalantly, "Oh, I robbed that quaint little corner story down
the street," he replied as he fished out a coin from his pocket to start scratching at one of the lottery tickets.
Ken stood there in shock for a moment, Schuldich's words crashing over him. He started to see a red
aura gather around him as his anger built.
"You robbed Mr. Yohsi?" Ken ground out, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Is that his name?" Schuldich asked, not really listening to Ken.
"Schuldich how could you," Ken shouted, pushing himself away from the counter. "He's like, one-hundred
and twenty years old! How could you?"
Schuldich looked up at the raving brunette. "Where else did you expect me to get the money? It's not
like I can ask Crawford. He shot me remember?" Schuldich said, going for the sympathy play.
"That's a load of crap," Ken yelled back, his face infusing with red as his blood pressure rose.
"Oh please, mister perfect. It's not like I have any other marketable assets. I'm an assassin, I'll have you
remember. And a pretty damn good thief when I want to be. Deal with it," Schuldich retorted. "Now
if you don't mind, I have tickets to scratch and Twinkies to eat."
Ken stared in numb shock at the insane redhead. Two cop cars went zooming down the street outside
the flower shop, heading for the scene of the crime. It was just too much to process.
In a daze, Ken turned around and walked towards the backroom, passing a perplexed Aya who had
just entered the shop. He didn't see Aya stopped to stare after him as he walked by muttering about
the joys of blenders, and the way to cram a certain German into said appliance.
Aya looked from Ken back into the shop where Schuldich was scratching at something on the counter
top and eating some sort of cake like product.
Gathering himself up, Aya was about to say something when a dishevelled Omi finally arrived home
after his rendezvous at Motel 8 with Nagi. His eyes narrowed at Omi's happy but exhausted appearance.
"What happened to you?" Aya said icily.
Schuldich looked up with a feral grin before Omi could answer. "You go, girl. I think someone else
got laid last night besides me."
Omi just grunted something and walked to the back of the shop and entered the main living area, followed
by Schuldich's laughter.
Aya was livid by the lack of response from the younger assassin. He didn't like to be ignored and he
definitely wasn't use to this sort of behaviour from Omi. To make things worse, Aya was sure he saw
vivid love bites littering Omi's pale neck as the young man walked by him.
Growling, Aya walked to the door of the flower shop, a plan finally forming in his mind on how to deal
with the annoying house guest. As the door to the shop was closing, he could hear Schuldich shouting.
"Alright! BINGO!"
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Brad looked up from the paper he was reading when he heard a knock at the door. He frowned, annoyed
at the fact that no visions had foreseen company that day. His frown deepened as the thought that no
one knew where Schwarz actually lived crossed his mind. The last few days had been relaxing, quiet,
he had to admit, but very peaceful since he had shot Schuldich. A slight smile spread across his face.
The look on Schuldich's face when he realized just who had shot him was more than worth any quiet
and accompanying boredom that was associated with it.
Folding up his paper, Brad placed it on the small table next to his chair as he went to answer the door,
ready to scare off any door-to-door salesmen. He was shocked when all he saw was red hair. Brilliant
red hair that didn't belong to Schwarz's redhead.
Aya stood in the doorway, a frown marring his pale face as he glared at the other man with flashing
purple-eyes.
"How did you find," Brad began before trailing off, "Never mind, Schuldich told you just to piss me
off right?" Brad said dryly as he watched the Weiss assassin, mildly surprised to see that he wasn't
going for the katana that always graced his hips.
"You got it in one," Aya said as frowning at the telepath's name. "I need to talk to you." Aya
continued cooly.
Brad cocked an eyebrow considering the request. Deciding that it couldn't possibly hurt now that
Aya knew where they lived, he motioned with one hand for Aya to enter.
tbc.