A Week in the Life...
Part 7/?
by Amber and Zhara
Aya brushed past Crawford coldly and entered his enemies' apartment. He glanced
around quickly orientating himself to his surroundings. The furnishing placed throughout
the room were all high end and fashionable.
'Typical,' Aya thought, eyes narrowed. 'Weiss lives cramped into the back of a flower
shop, while Schwarz lives like kings. Those bastards. Not that I care about such things.
Hot damn, is that a black leather couch?'
"Please take a seat," Brad said, falling into the roll of host, his manners sharpened from
all the politicians he had dealt with over the years. The redhead nodded in his customary
way and sat on the sofa as if he was anticipating an attack. Brad hid a smile when Aya
ran one hand over the black leather, his pale hand curling into a fist when he realised what
he was doing.
'What a repressed sensualist,' Brad snickered in his mind.
Walking over to a chair beside the couch, Brad sat and crossed his legs. Resting his
hands in his lap he asked, "So, what can I do for you?"
The cool tone tore Aya's concentration away from admiring his surroundings. Frowning he brought his mind back to his
mission. "I want you to take him back."
Brad smiled innocently, "Take who back?"
"Don't toy with me, Crawford. You know who. That slut of a redhead you call a
team-mate. The one you shot. Though I can't say that I blame you," Aya said in an
uncustomary long, and huffy, outburst.
"Oh him," Brad said slowly, puzzling over Aya's uncharatistic behaviour. He had never
seen the volatile Japanese man loose his cool before. And over such a little issue.
Aya jumped to his feet, his hands on his hips as he glared at the other man with narrowed
purple eyes.. "I said don't toy with me, Crawford."
Brad held his hands up as is warding off an angry cat. "Calm down, Abyssinian. I have no
intention of toying with you. Please sit down and we can discuss this like reasonable adults."
Aya frowned at that, but sat on the couch again.
"Now, explain to me why I should take him back into this house? What can you possibly
offer to induce me to let that manic return."
"He's part of your team, not mine," Aya ground out, stating what he thought was the most
obvious argument.
"Not enough," Brad countered.
"He's tearing apart my team. Ken is turning into a eye twitching psychopath. He's turning Omi
into a slut," Aya ranted. "And Yohji," he paused for a moment, then shrugged, "Well Yohji's
the same as usual."
"I still don't see any convincing argument for me to accept Schuldig back. Farfarello has been
the sanest that I have ever seen, and Nagi is no long dressing like a slut. Not to mention that the
constant headache I've had for the past five-years is finally gone." Leaning forward, Brad pinned
Aya with a cold smirk. "So it seems its win, win for me," he said calmly.
Aya sighed and turned his head away, a frown still marring his lips.
"Can I get you a drink?" Brad asked suddenly. Deep, deep down in his heart he felt a bit of
sympathy for Aya having to deal with that German demon.
Aya nodded absent mindedly, trying to come up with another plan of attack. He looked up when
he heard a tinkle of ice in a glass, Crawford was standing next to him, handing him a glass of scotch.
Aya accepted the drink and took a long sip, coughing on the burning liquid.
Brad sat back down in the chair and watched Aya. The redhead had always intrigued him with
his calm, cool mannerisms. He always suspected that there was a deep fire burning deep in the
Weiss leader, but he never had the opportunity to see it. That fire added an extra edge to the
tall man's startling beauty. Taking a sip of his drink, he watched to see what Aya would do next.
"Why?" Aya finally asked, toying with his glass.
"Why what?"
"Why is he like that? Why is he so annoying?"
"Missing chromosome?"
Aya snorted. "I think he's missing more than one chromosome."
Now it was Brad's turn to laugh. "Another drink?" He asked when he saw that Aya had
finished the scotch. This wasn't how he was expecting this little confrontation to go tonight.
Aya seemed to be less in a ranting mode now that he had something, that he could admit to
other that the profession of assassin, in common with Brad. He wondered how he could
use this to his advantage.
"Please," Aya said as he handed his glass back to Crawford. He rose and followed the other
man to the bar.
"Seriously," Aya started, "What the hell makes the man such an asshole?"
"Let me give you a piece of advice Aya, stop trying to figure that maniac out. It will give you
nothing more than a viscous headache and make you question your own sanity."
Aya nodded slowly and raised a hand and tapped his left temple lightly. "I've noticed that."
Brad smiled and handed Aya back his glass.
"So what has he being doing to torment you, besides driving Ken insane and turning Omi into
a slut as you mentioned earlier," Brad said walking over the couch and sitting down.
Aya followed and sat beside Crawford. " Well he's been stealing from the till in the shop.
And when we confronted him about it he said he would repay us. Do you want to know
how he did that?"
Brad nodded, guessing the answer already.
"He robbed the little old man who runs the convenience store down the street. The guy is
like one hundred and twenty years old."
Brad snorted, "That's nothing," Brad countered. "One time he let Farfarello loose in a
Catholic bookstore. You can imagine how well that went over."
Aya laughed as the liquor started to relax him.
"He dressed poor Omi up like a slut. I thought he was going to go hook him on the street
corner."
"One time he brought home a hooker to 'break Nagi in' as he put it. I thought Nagi
was going to put him through the wall."
"Yeah? Well Ken's starting to eye the blender in the kitchen in a way that makes me very,
very uncomfortable."
Brad placed his glass on the side table and chuckled. He noticed Aya doing the same.
"We have got to set Ken and Farfarello up for a play date," he said dryly.
Aya gripped his sides in silent laughter. It felt so good to finally let go some of the tension
he was holding inside from dealing with the neurotic German. Getting his laughter under control,
he wiped a tear from his eye and looked at Crawford. The American was awfully cute when
he let his guard down. With the relaxed state he was in, Aya surprised both of them and threw
himself at the American, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him.
Brad started for a moment before taking control of the kiss. Maybe he was about to see some
of that fire he felt that was lurking under Aya s exterior shield of ice. There was only one way to
find out.
He pushed the redhead down onto the couch and covered the smaller body with his. Breaking
the kiss, he framed Aya's face with both hands, "Well, isn't this a surprise?" he whispered, his
warm breath flowing over Aya's face.
Aya panted slightly and nodded, "Shut up and kiss me again."
Brad complied.
Part 7/?
by Amber and Zhara
Aya brushed past Crawford coldly and entered his enemies' apartment. He glanced
around quickly orientating himself to his surroundings. The furnishing placed throughout
the room were all high end and fashionable.
'Typical,' Aya thought, eyes narrowed. 'Weiss lives cramped into the back of a flower
shop, while Schwarz lives like kings. Those bastards. Not that I care about such things.
Hot damn, is that a black leather couch?'
"Please take a seat," Brad said, falling into the roll of host, his manners sharpened from
all the politicians he had dealt with over the years. The redhead nodded in his customary
way and sat on the sofa as if he was anticipating an attack. Brad hid a smile when Aya
ran one hand over the black leather, his pale hand curling into a fist when he realised what
he was doing.
'What a repressed sensualist,' Brad snickered in his mind.
Walking over to a chair beside the couch, Brad sat and crossed his legs. Resting his
hands in his lap he asked, "So, what can I do for you?"
The cool tone tore Aya's concentration away from admiring his surroundings. Frowning he brought his mind back to his
mission. "I want you to take him back."
Brad smiled innocently, "Take who back?"
"Don't toy with me, Crawford. You know who. That slut of a redhead you call a
team-mate. The one you shot. Though I can't say that I blame you," Aya said in an
uncustomary long, and huffy, outburst.
"Oh him," Brad said slowly, puzzling over Aya's uncharatistic behaviour. He had never
seen the volatile Japanese man loose his cool before. And over such a little issue.
Aya jumped to his feet, his hands on his hips as he glared at the other man with narrowed
purple eyes.. "I said don't toy with me, Crawford."
Brad held his hands up as is warding off an angry cat. "Calm down, Abyssinian. I have no
intention of toying with you. Please sit down and we can discuss this like reasonable adults."
Aya frowned at that, but sat on the couch again.
"Now, explain to me why I should take him back into this house? What can you possibly
offer to induce me to let that manic return."
"He's part of your team, not mine," Aya ground out, stating what he thought was the most
obvious argument.
"Not enough," Brad countered.
"He's tearing apart my team. Ken is turning into a eye twitching psychopath. He's turning Omi
into a slut," Aya ranted. "And Yohji," he paused for a moment, then shrugged, "Well Yohji's
the same as usual."
"I still don't see any convincing argument for me to accept Schuldig back. Farfarello has been
the sanest that I have ever seen, and Nagi is no long dressing like a slut. Not to mention that the
constant headache I've had for the past five-years is finally gone." Leaning forward, Brad pinned
Aya with a cold smirk. "So it seems its win, win for me," he said calmly.
Aya sighed and turned his head away, a frown still marring his lips.
"Can I get you a drink?" Brad asked suddenly. Deep, deep down in his heart he felt a bit of
sympathy for Aya having to deal with that German demon.
Aya nodded absent mindedly, trying to come up with another plan of attack. He looked up when
he heard a tinkle of ice in a glass, Crawford was standing next to him, handing him a glass of scotch.
Aya accepted the drink and took a long sip, coughing on the burning liquid.
Brad sat back down in the chair and watched Aya. The redhead had always intrigued him with
his calm, cool mannerisms. He always suspected that there was a deep fire burning deep in the
Weiss leader, but he never had the opportunity to see it. That fire added an extra edge to the
tall man's startling beauty. Taking a sip of his drink, he watched to see what Aya would do next.
"Why?" Aya finally asked, toying with his glass.
"Why what?"
"Why is he like that? Why is he so annoying?"
"Missing chromosome?"
Aya snorted. "I think he's missing more than one chromosome."
Now it was Brad's turn to laugh. "Another drink?" He asked when he saw that Aya had
finished the scotch. This wasn't how he was expecting this little confrontation to go tonight.
Aya seemed to be less in a ranting mode now that he had something, that he could admit to
other that the profession of assassin, in common with Brad. He wondered how he could
use this to his advantage.
"Please," Aya said as he handed his glass back to Crawford. He rose and followed the other
man to the bar.
"Seriously," Aya started, "What the hell makes the man such an asshole?"
"Let me give you a piece of advice Aya, stop trying to figure that maniac out. It will give you
nothing more than a viscous headache and make you question your own sanity."
Aya nodded slowly and raised a hand and tapped his left temple lightly. "I've noticed that."
Brad smiled and handed Aya back his glass.
"So what has he being doing to torment you, besides driving Ken insane and turning Omi into
a slut as you mentioned earlier," Brad said walking over the couch and sitting down.
Aya followed and sat beside Crawford. " Well he's been stealing from the till in the shop.
And when we confronted him about it he said he would repay us. Do you want to know
how he did that?"
Brad nodded, guessing the answer already.
"He robbed the little old man who runs the convenience store down the street. The guy is
like one hundred and twenty years old."
Brad snorted, "That's nothing," Brad countered. "One time he let Farfarello loose in a
Catholic bookstore. You can imagine how well that went over."
Aya laughed as the liquor started to relax him.
"He dressed poor Omi up like a slut. I thought he was going to go hook him on the street
corner."
"One time he brought home a hooker to 'break Nagi in' as he put it. I thought Nagi
was going to put him through the wall."
"Yeah? Well Ken's starting to eye the blender in the kitchen in a way that makes me very,
very uncomfortable."
Brad placed his glass on the side table and chuckled. He noticed Aya doing the same.
"We have got to set Ken and Farfarello up for a play date," he said dryly.
Aya gripped his sides in silent laughter. It felt so good to finally let go some of the tension
he was holding inside from dealing with the neurotic German. Getting his laughter under control,
he wiped a tear from his eye and looked at Crawford. The American was awfully cute when
he let his guard down. With the relaxed state he was in, Aya surprised both of them and threw
himself at the American, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him.
Brad started for a moment before taking control of the kiss. Maybe he was about to see some
of that fire he felt that was lurking under Aya s exterior shield of ice. There was only one way to
find out.
He pushed the redhead down onto the couch and covered the smaller body with his. Breaking
the kiss, he framed Aya's face with both hands, "Well, isn't this a surprise?" he whispered, his
warm breath flowing over Aya's face.
Aya panted slightly and nodded, "Shut up and kiss me again."
Brad complied.