Part Two: The Hospital
Author's Notes: The vicious cycle continues. ^^;; I'm afraid it goes around the bush quite a bit in this part, but oh well. One thing that might help you understand the chaos is the fact that we chit chat on the phone sometimes when we write, and I agreed to something with half a brain, resulting in Aya-chan's untimely demise. (Again.) Not the best piece we've ever written, but it was for fun. Enjoy!
"Schuldig?"
The German cracked one eye open from the place where he had fallen asleep in the waiting room. Nagi stood over him. "The doctor came out."
The blue eyes of the boy were sad and tired. "It's...I..."
"What?" Schuldig demanded, fully awake now.
"He's in a coma." Nagi whispered.
Schuldig's eyes widened. "A coma?" he whispered. "That's not possible....."
"There was a complication in the surgery. He slipped into a coma. That's what the doctor said."
"Why didn't you wake me up when the doctor came in?" Schuldig demanded, a little harsher than he meant to, and only asked because his mind was searching for something, anything, that he could say.
"I...I don't know. G-gome ne, Schuldig." Nagi murmured dejectedly.
Schuldig took a deep breath and ruffled the small teen's hair. "It's not your fault, I guess," he murmured. "You should get some sleep, though."
"I don't want to go back to the apartment..."
Schuldig winced slightly as he stood. "Sleep here then, but just get some sleep."
Nagi nodded slowly and flopped down on the couch as he watched Schuldig go look for the doctor.
The German found him fairly quickly with the use of his Gift. "What's the matter with Brad Crawford?" he demanded.
"I assume your Schuldig?" The doctor asked in reply.
"Yeah. What's going on?"
"I'm afraid there was a complication when we attempted to remove the bullet. We didn't realize how close it was to his heart. It was touch and go for a moment, but he's been stabilized. However, due to the shock and blood loss, I'm afraid he's slipped into a coma."
"How long?"
"I can't say. It's not unusual for the body to react this way. It could be hours, or days."
"He will wake up, right?"
"There aren't any indications that he won't. It's up to him now."
"Can I see him?"
"Yes of course." The doctor led him to the room Brad had been put in. Schuldig stood in the doorway, staring at him. The American's skin was horribly pale, his dark hair contrasting with its color and the color of the white sheets.
/Brad? Can you hear me?/
The only sound that greeted him was the beeping of the heart monitor and the clicking of the door shutting as the doctor left.
Schuldig knelt by the bed, clasping onto of his friend's pale hands. /Please, Brad, don't leave me alone.../
The fingers felt cold and small in his hand. There was nothing he could do but wait.
Schuldig's golden orbs flickered open some time later and he found himself sitting on the floor next to Brad's hospital bed, head against the bed itself.
It had gotten dark out, and he froze, sensing somebody else in the room.
/Who's there?/
"You should know." replied the voice.
/Hello Kitten./
"Schuldig."
"Would there be a reason that you're here?"
"I heard one of the doctors mention his name. I read his chart. Coma." Aya said flatly.
"You can read! I am impressed," Schuldig exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Looks like you got your just deserts, Schuldig."
"You better learn to keep your mouth shut or you'll end up a dead little kitten."
"I doubt it."
"But unlike your dear little sister, Crawford won't die."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You're dear little sister is dead. They're trying to reach you as we speak. You should have been there for her, kitten."
Violet eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't talk to me about things you don't know about."
"I know everything about it."
The door was pushed open, showing the silhouette of Kudoh Yohji. "Aya..."
Schuldig smirked knowingly.
Yohji glared at him. "Aya, you need to come..."
/Told you./
"What, Yohji?" Aya asked lowly.
"Something's happened with Aya-chan......"
Aya shot Schuldig a death glare and followed Yohji out.
/Told you./
The German smirked as he heard strangled cries from down the hall.
Schuldig stood and leaned against the wall, waiting. Aya came flying back into the room.
He tackled the German with no words to spare. Yohji dashed in a moment later. "Aya!"
Schuldig scrambled up, not quite sure why HE was being tackled. "GET OFF!!"
"Aya, leave him alone!" Yohji pleaded, trying to get his leader off the telepath. Aya landed a solid punch to the redhead's jaw.
Schuldig felt his head collide with the wall, but the wall didn't give in. "Itaii..... Would there be a reason you're giving me a beating?"
"She's dead, you bastard! It's all your fault!" Aya snarled.
"WHY'S IT MY FAULT?!?!?!?!"
"It was your fault she was ever in a coma! If you had left my family alone she wouldn't be dead!"
"I was just doing my job!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
/Or try,/ the telepath taunted as he leapt away, using his speed.
"Aya come on, this isn't the place for this," Yohji said reaching for him.
/Yeah, be a good kitten and go on back to your friends./
Aya drew his katana and Yohji smacked a hand to his forehead. "Aya, onegai, come home with me." he begged, trying to get him out of there. He wasn't thinking, and was going to get killed this way.
"I really don't feel like fighting you, so I will just send you to be with your dear sister if you don't leave."
Yohji got the notion that Schuldig was serious. "Aya," he whispered. "Come on." The swordsman hesitated.
"Run back home with your friend, kitten, or I will make good on the threat."
Aya got a gleam in his eye. "Fine." he said darkly. He turned, but as he sheathed his katana, he brought it through the wires connecting Brad to the machinery. "Ikou yo, Yotan." He said quietly.
Schuldig released an attack on Aya's mind that could rival the one he had released on Farfarello. That done, he started down the hall for a nurse.
"Aya!" Yohji cried, catching the younger man as he fell back. "Aya? Daijoubu?"
/He won't wake for a while, if at all,/ Schuldig sent into the blond assassin's mind.
Yohji paled in the darkness. "Aya? Look at me, onegai," he whispered frantically. "Someone help us!" he shouted.
Schuldig left with a mental laugh echoing. /They won't here you and they won't even see you. The wonders of a little mental persuasion./
Yohji was furious. He gently laid Aya down and moved to Crawford's bedside. He shot out his wire and began strangling the American. "You hear me, Schuldig! If you don't let someone help him I swear I'll kill him!" Yohji growled.
"Let him go! Now! Abyssinian won't die from it!"
"Take your little mental games off the doctors." Yohji demanded.
/Why don't you let him go?/ he whispered into his mind.
"Not until you wake him up." Yohji snarled.
"I don't have control over that."
Yohji gave one last tug of the wire before letting it go. "I swear, if he dies, I'm coming after your American." he said, eyes flashing.
Schuldig was by Crawford's bedside in a flash, checking for a pulse and making sure he was alive.
Yohji pulled Aya against him, glaring at the telepath, and hatred in his eyes. "He wasn't on life support, you didn't have to hurt him. He was grieving. You should understand that." Yohji murmured.
"Stay away from Brad Crawford. I don't care how much that idiot was grieving."
"Stay away from Aya. I don't care how much your American is injured." Yohji replied, gently picking his teammate up.
"Then tell Aya to stay away from Crawford."
Yohji walked out without looking back, and a second later doctors swarmed in with replacement equipment.
Schuldig slumped into the chair a couple feet away, exhausted.
"What happened?" One of the doctors demanded as the re-hooked Brad.
"Somebody that doesn't like us too much," Schuldig said simply.
One of the doctors touched Brad's neck, seeing the mark from the wire. "How long was oxygen cut off from him?" he asked quickly.
"I don't know. Not long."
Everything was rearranged and the doctors left. The heart monitor beeped a slow beat.
Nagi appeared at the doorway. "Weiß?"
"Two. Abyssinian and Balinese."
"Abyssinian's in emergency. That's why I asked. You all right?" the boy asked.
"Yeah. Pissed off, but yeah." A slow smirk crossed Schuldig's face and he closed his eyes. "Let's put him out for a couple more hours...."
"Balinese looked worried." Nagi said, sitting in the other chair.
"He's angry as hell now."
"Schuldig..." Nagi said, shaking his head.
"They deserve it...."
"Not really. His sister died. They're like the two of you. One can't survive without the other." He said quietly.
"And I should care why?"
"You wouldn't."
Schuldig smirked. "Lock the door. Balinese is coming up," he said, getting up and walking out.
"Don't..." Nagi started. But the telepath was all ready out the door.
Schuldig leaned against the wall and waited, debating on how long it would take them to figure out he was smoking if he lit up, and if it was worth the effort.
Yohji appeared out of the elevator, madder than a bat out of hell. "Yaro!" he growled. "Why didn't you leave him alone?!"
"Because I didn't feel like it," Schuldig answered, lighting his cigarette.
Dark brown hair fell in Yohji's eyes as he shook his head. "You're unbelievable. Didn't I tell you I'd come after him if you hurt him again?"
"The door's locked with a telekinetic kid in there. Good luck."
Nagi flung open the door, eyes terrified. "He's flat lining! Schuldig, help him!" he cried.
Schuldig's eyes went wide. "Go get a doctor! Now!"
"I don't think I did that..." Yohji murmured. Nagi dashed down the hall, and Schuldig back into the room.
/Brad?/ he called out mentally. /Brad! Answer me!/
There was no reply from the pale man.
/Onegai, Brad...../ "Brad...."
The screaming of the monitor continued.
Nagi raced back into the room, followed by a doctor.
Two nurses followed. "Get me the defibrillator!" The doctor demanded.
"What's going on?!" the telepath demanded.
"He's dying!" The doctor exclaimed. "I don't understand why..." he added, half to himself.
"Could it be because he was off of the machines?" Nagi asked quietly.
"Possibly." The doctor answered as they charged the machine.
Schuldig's eyes flashed as he turned back to Yohji. "You...."
"You just keep doing things to even the score, don't you?" Yohji returned.
"Don't expect to see Abyssinian alive again."
"Don't you dare, Schuldig." Yohji warned.
"Too late."
Yohji fled down the hall. He didn't bother to take the elevator as he flung himself down the stairs to the emergency section. He could hear the code and the sirens going off. He made it to the cubical as the doctors fought to bring the swordsman back. "Aya!" Yohji screamed. "Ayan!"
Schuldig's attack stopped as his knees gave way under him and he toppled to the floor without warning.
Aya's body jerked and the heart monitor jumped. Yohji let out a sob and sank to his knees.
Nagi shook Schuldig's shoulder. "Schu?"
The German came around slowly.
"Daijoubu ka?" Nagi asked worriedly.
"Ja..."
"Maybe you should leave the kittens alone." Nagi suggested.
"They deserve it," Schuldig whispered, a tear finding its way down his cheek. "Is he....?"
"We've got him back." The doctor announced with a sigh of relief.
Schuldig sighed in relief. "Aw crap....... Here comes the kitten. He's getting his exercise for the day going up and down."
Yohji stepped into the room, eyes cold. "You're a lucky sucker." He said harshly.
Schuldig looked up from his place on the floor. "Why's that?"
"Because if had died, I would have taken you out at any cost." Yohji whispered.
Schuldig smirked. "Poor little kitten afraid of being alone?"
"Yeah." Yohji said with a neutral smirk. "Yeah, that's it."
Schuldig forced himself to his knees and then to his feet. "You'll be alone someday."
"So will you."
Schuldig smiled darkly. "No I won't. Cause when he goes, I won't be far behind."
"You think I'd be any different?"
"We can always find out."
"Just leave him. Torment somebody else, Schuldig. I need him."
"I don't have the strength to kill him now, don't worry."
"You need him, don't you?" Yohji asked, referring to Crawford.
"Yes."
"Then live happily with him, and leave us alone."
Schuldig watched as the Weiß member turned and left. He cursed him mentally.
The doctors had left by then and the room was quiet. Schuldig turned and his eyes widened when they met a pair of dark blue eyes.
Brad slowly shook his head once, pale smile upon his lips.
/Brad... Daijoubu?/ the German whispered.
/I've been better, thank you./
Schuldig dropped to his knees by his friend's bed. "You're alive...."
Brad turned one of his hands palm-up and Schuldig grasped it. /Hai. I told you to wait for me, ne?/
/You idiot, you scared me,/ he muttered, a small smile playing on his lips.
Brad smiled gently. /Sorry. Didn't mean it./
/Ne... The chibi's sound asleep./
/Are you all right?/
/I'll live. You?/
/Looks like it./
Schuldig smiled and yawned. /I got up far to early,/ he mumbled as he sat himself down and laid his head against the mattress. /Night, Braddy./
/You can get on the bed, if you want. That can't be comfortable./
Schuldig nodded and curled up next to his friend. "G'night."
"Night." Brad murmured.
And downstairs, Aya eased into sleep, Yohji next to him.
Owari.
Final Author's notes: Just in case we confused any of you with Aya telling Schu that he got his just deserts, we believed that Schuldig triggered the bomb in the manga until getting translations recently, when we found out it was actually Nagi-chibi! Imagine our surprise. ^^; We hope you enjoyed this short chaotic mess. Ja ne!
Author's Notes: The vicious cycle continues. ^^;; I'm afraid it goes around the bush quite a bit in this part, but oh well. One thing that might help you understand the chaos is the fact that we chit chat on the phone sometimes when we write, and I agreed to something with half a brain, resulting in Aya-chan's untimely demise. (Again.) Not the best piece we've ever written, but it was for fun. Enjoy!
"Schuldig?"
The German cracked one eye open from the place where he had fallen asleep in the waiting room. Nagi stood over him. "The doctor came out."
The blue eyes of the boy were sad and tired. "It's...I..."
"What?" Schuldig demanded, fully awake now.
"He's in a coma." Nagi whispered.
Schuldig's eyes widened. "A coma?" he whispered. "That's not possible....."
"There was a complication in the surgery. He slipped into a coma. That's what the doctor said."
"Why didn't you wake me up when the doctor came in?" Schuldig demanded, a little harsher than he meant to, and only asked because his mind was searching for something, anything, that he could say.
"I...I don't know. G-gome ne, Schuldig." Nagi murmured dejectedly.
Schuldig took a deep breath and ruffled the small teen's hair. "It's not your fault, I guess," he murmured. "You should get some sleep, though."
"I don't want to go back to the apartment..."
Schuldig winced slightly as he stood. "Sleep here then, but just get some sleep."
Nagi nodded slowly and flopped down on the couch as he watched Schuldig go look for the doctor.
The German found him fairly quickly with the use of his Gift. "What's the matter with Brad Crawford?" he demanded.
"I assume your Schuldig?" The doctor asked in reply.
"Yeah. What's going on?"
"I'm afraid there was a complication when we attempted to remove the bullet. We didn't realize how close it was to his heart. It was touch and go for a moment, but he's been stabilized. However, due to the shock and blood loss, I'm afraid he's slipped into a coma."
"How long?"
"I can't say. It's not unusual for the body to react this way. It could be hours, or days."
"He will wake up, right?"
"There aren't any indications that he won't. It's up to him now."
"Can I see him?"
"Yes of course." The doctor led him to the room Brad had been put in. Schuldig stood in the doorway, staring at him. The American's skin was horribly pale, his dark hair contrasting with its color and the color of the white sheets.
/Brad? Can you hear me?/
The only sound that greeted him was the beeping of the heart monitor and the clicking of the door shutting as the doctor left.
Schuldig knelt by the bed, clasping onto of his friend's pale hands. /Please, Brad, don't leave me alone.../
The fingers felt cold and small in his hand. There was nothing he could do but wait.
Schuldig's golden orbs flickered open some time later and he found himself sitting on the floor next to Brad's hospital bed, head against the bed itself.
It had gotten dark out, and he froze, sensing somebody else in the room.
/Who's there?/
"You should know." replied the voice.
/Hello Kitten./
"Schuldig."
"Would there be a reason that you're here?"
"I heard one of the doctors mention his name. I read his chart. Coma." Aya said flatly.
"You can read! I am impressed," Schuldig exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Looks like you got your just deserts, Schuldig."
"You better learn to keep your mouth shut or you'll end up a dead little kitten."
"I doubt it."
"But unlike your dear little sister, Crawford won't die."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You're dear little sister is dead. They're trying to reach you as we speak. You should have been there for her, kitten."
Violet eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't talk to me about things you don't know about."
"I know everything about it."
The door was pushed open, showing the silhouette of Kudoh Yohji. "Aya..."
Schuldig smirked knowingly.
Yohji glared at him. "Aya, you need to come..."
/Told you./
"What, Yohji?" Aya asked lowly.
"Something's happened with Aya-chan......"
Aya shot Schuldig a death glare and followed Yohji out.
/Told you./
The German smirked as he heard strangled cries from down the hall.
Schuldig stood and leaned against the wall, waiting. Aya came flying back into the room.
He tackled the German with no words to spare. Yohji dashed in a moment later. "Aya!"
Schuldig scrambled up, not quite sure why HE was being tackled. "GET OFF!!"
"Aya, leave him alone!" Yohji pleaded, trying to get his leader off the telepath. Aya landed a solid punch to the redhead's jaw.
Schuldig felt his head collide with the wall, but the wall didn't give in. "Itaii..... Would there be a reason you're giving me a beating?"
"She's dead, you bastard! It's all your fault!" Aya snarled.
"WHY'S IT MY FAULT?!?!?!?!"
"It was your fault she was ever in a coma! If you had left my family alone she wouldn't be dead!"
"I was just doing my job!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
/Or try,/ the telepath taunted as he leapt away, using his speed.
"Aya come on, this isn't the place for this," Yohji said reaching for him.
/Yeah, be a good kitten and go on back to your friends./
Aya drew his katana and Yohji smacked a hand to his forehead. "Aya, onegai, come home with me." he begged, trying to get him out of there. He wasn't thinking, and was going to get killed this way.
"I really don't feel like fighting you, so I will just send you to be with your dear sister if you don't leave."
Yohji got the notion that Schuldig was serious. "Aya," he whispered. "Come on." The swordsman hesitated.
"Run back home with your friend, kitten, or I will make good on the threat."
Aya got a gleam in his eye. "Fine." he said darkly. He turned, but as he sheathed his katana, he brought it through the wires connecting Brad to the machinery. "Ikou yo, Yotan." He said quietly.
Schuldig released an attack on Aya's mind that could rival the one he had released on Farfarello. That done, he started down the hall for a nurse.
"Aya!" Yohji cried, catching the younger man as he fell back. "Aya? Daijoubu?"
/He won't wake for a while, if at all,/ Schuldig sent into the blond assassin's mind.
Yohji paled in the darkness. "Aya? Look at me, onegai," he whispered frantically. "Someone help us!" he shouted.
Schuldig left with a mental laugh echoing. /They won't here you and they won't even see you. The wonders of a little mental persuasion./
Yohji was furious. He gently laid Aya down and moved to Crawford's bedside. He shot out his wire and began strangling the American. "You hear me, Schuldig! If you don't let someone help him I swear I'll kill him!" Yohji growled.
"Let him go! Now! Abyssinian won't die from it!"
"Take your little mental games off the doctors." Yohji demanded.
/Why don't you let him go?/ he whispered into his mind.
"Not until you wake him up." Yohji snarled.
"I don't have control over that."
Yohji gave one last tug of the wire before letting it go. "I swear, if he dies, I'm coming after your American." he said, eyes flashing.
Schuldig was by Crawford's bedside in a flash, checking for a pulse and making sure he was alive.
Yohji pulled Aya against him, glaring at the telepath, and hatred in his eyes. "He wasn't on life support, you didn't have to hurt him. He was grieving. You should understand that." Yohji murmured.
"Stay away from Brad Crawford. I don't care how much that idiot was grieving."
"Stay away from Aya. I don't care how much your American is injured." Yohji replied, gently picking his teammate up.
"Then tell Aya to stay away from Crawford."
Yohji walked out without looking back, and a second later doctors swarmed in with replacement equipment.
Schuldig slumped into the chair a couple feet away, exhausted.
"What happened?" One of the doctors demanded as the re-hooked Brad.
"Somebody that doesn't like us too much," Schuldig said simply.
One of the doctors touched Brad's neck, seeing the mark from the wire. "How long was oxygen cut off from him?" he asked quickly.
"I don't know. Not long."
Everything was rearranged and the doctors left. The heart monitor beeped a slow beat.
Nagi appeared at the doorway. "Weiß?"
"Two. Abyssinian and Balinese."
"Abyssinian's in emergency. That's why I asked. You all right?" the boy asked.
"Yeah. Pissed off, but yeah." A slow smirk crossed Schuldig's face and he closed his eyes. "Let's put him out for a couple more hours...."
"Balinese looked worried." Nagi said, sitting in the other chair.
"He's angry as hell now."
"Schuldig..." Nagi said, shaking his head.
"They deserve it...."
"Not really. His sister died. They're like the two of you. One can't survive without the other." He said quietly.
"And I should care why?"
"You wouldn't."
Schuldig smirked. "Lock the door. Balinese is coming up," he said, getting up and walking out.
"Don't..." Nagi started. But the telepath was all ready out the door.
Schuldig leaned against the wall and waited, debating on how long it would take them to figure out he was smoking if he lit up, and if it was worth the effort.
Yohji appeared out of the elevator, madder than a bat out of hell. "Yaro!" he growled. "Why didn't you leave him alone?!"
"Because I didn't feel like it," Schuldig answered, lighting his cigarette.
Dark brown hair fell in Yohji's eyes as he shook his head. "You're unbelievable. Didn't I tell you I'd come after him if you hurt him again?"
"The door's locked with a telekinetic kid in there. Good luck."
Nagi flung open the door, eyes terrified. "He's flat lining! Schuldig, help him!" he cried.
Schuldig's eyes went wide. "Go get a doctor! Now!"
"I don't think I did that..." Yohji murmured. Nagi dashed down the hall, and Schuldig back into the room.
/Brad?/ he called out mentally. /Brad! Answer me!/
There was no reply from the pale man.
/Onegai, Brad...../ "Brad...."
The screaming of the monitor continued.
Nagi raced back into the room, followed by a doctor.
Two nurses followed. "Get me the defibrillator!" The doctor demanded.
"What's going on?!" the telepath demanded.
"He's dying!" The doctor exclaimed. "I don't understand why..." he added, half to himself.
"Could it be because he was off of the machines?" Nagi asked quietly.
"Possibly." The doctor answered as they charged the machine.
Schuldig's eyes flashed as he turned back to Yohji. "You...."
"You just keep doing things to even the score, don't you?" Yohji returned.
"Don't expect to see Abyssinian alive again."
"Don't you dare, Schuldig." Yohji warned.
"Too late."
Yohji fled down the hall. He didn't bother to take the elevator as he flung himself down the stairs to the emergency section. He could hear the code and the sirens going off. He made it to the cubical as the doctors fought to bring the swordsman back. "Aya!" Yohji screamed. "Ayan!"
Schuldig's attack stopped as his knees gave way under him and he toppled to the floor without warning.
Aya's body jerked and the heart monitor jumped. Yohji let out a sob and sank to his knees.
Nagi shook Schuldig's shoulder. "Schu?"
The German came around slowly.
"Daijoubu ka?" Nagi asked worriedly.
"Ja..."
"Maybe you should leave the kittens alone." Nagi suggested.
"They deserve it," Schuldig whispered, a tear finding its way down his cheek. "Is he....?"
"We've got him back." The doctor announced with a sigh of relief.
Schuldig sighed in relief. "Aw crap....... Here comes the kitten. He's getting his exercise for the day going up and down."
Yohji stepped into the room, eyes cold. "You're a lucky sucker." He said harshly.
Schuldig looked up from his place on the floor. "Why's that?"
"Because if had died, I would have taken you out at any cost." Yohji whispered.
Schuldig smirked. "Poor little kitten afraid of being alone?"
"Yeah." Yohji said with a neutral smirk. "Yeah, that's it."
Schuldig forced himself to his knees and then to his feet. "You'll be alone someday."
"So will you."
Schuldig smiled darkly. "No I won't. Cause when he goes, I won't be far behind."
"You think I'd be any different?"
"We can always find out."
"Just leave him. Torment somebody else, Schuldig. I need him."
"I don't have the strength to kill him now, don't worry."
"You need him, don't you?" Yohji asked, referring to Crawford.
"Yes."
"Then live happily with him, and leave us alone."
Schuldig watched as the Weiß member turned and left. He cursed him mentally.
The doctors had left by then and the room was quiet. Schuldig turned and his eyes widened when they met a pair of dark blue eyes.
Brad slowly shook his head once, pale smile upon his lips.
/Brad... Daijoubu?/ the German whispered.
/I've been better, thank you./
Schuldig dropped to his knees by his friend's bed. "You're alive...."
Brad turned one of his hands palm-up and Schuldig grasped it. /Hai. I told you to wait for me, ne?/
/You idiot, you scared me,/ he muttered, a small smile playing on his lips.
Brad smiled gently. /Sorry. Didn't mean it./
/Ne... The chibi's sound asleep./
/Are you all right?/
/I'll live. You?/
/Looks like it./
Schuldig smiled and yawned. /I got up far to early,/ he mumbled as he sat himself down and laid his head against the mattress. /Night, Braddy./
/You can get on the bed, if you want. That can't be comfortable./
Schuldig nodded and curled up next to his friend. "G'night."
"Night." Brad murmured.
And downstairs, Aya eased into sleep, Yohji next to him.
Owari.
Final Author's notes: Just in case we confused any of you with Aya telling Schu that he got his just deserts, we believed that Schuldig triggered the bomb in the manga until getting translations recently, when we found out it was actually Nagi-chibi! Imagine our surprise. ^^; We hope you enjoyed this short chaotic mess. Ja ne!