AN: Wheeeeee! Second chapter is out! If you didn't notice in the summary, I changed the Schwarz pairings, it's now BxN and FxS :p nyah! There's nothing you can do about it either! ~evil laugh; clears throat~ Anyway, this chapter contains very very slight shounen-ai so no lemons yet! :P but they will come! I'd like to thank ya'll for reviewing though, I feel loved ^_^. Arigato Chisa and Neko, Soxs, the Alchemist, Sabacat, Jaded, Schadleigh, Xel-chan, Shayneko and Cookie.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Weiß Kreuz or Schwarz (pooh ;_; ) nor the lyrics of EstE.

Bara no Yugata 'Rose of Night'

By Black Widow

"Nanimo motomeruna

Sugu ni nozomu darou

Subete to no hira de kieru

Yokumo nanda tanoshimu ga ii"

            With Omi's piercing cry for Youji to turn off the TV or else, the two other members of Weiß snapped to attention. Ken from his nap and Aya from his reverie of staring out the window at the film of rain. Omi and Youji's impending argument on if the TV should stay off or on provided at least some sort of dull amusement until it died down.

            Both redhead and brunette looked around the corner of the hallway into the living room, watching the fight. Omi was red-faced and yelling at the top of his lungs, Youji sat there on the couch, trying to see around the angry blonde so he could watch the show. Aya rolled his eyes, rubbing his temples. Such stupid reasons to fight, though he had seen even stupider, like that one fight over the milk that had been left out overnight.

            "Omi, Youji, yamate." He announced his presence, violet eyes daring them to keep talking. Wisely, both assassins stopped what they were doing, looking at their unappointed leader. "Youji, turn off the TV after the show is over."

            "Demo, Aya-!"

            "I mean it."

            The blonde pouted, crossing his arms over his chest as he frowned. "Fine, meanie."

            "Doumo, Aya-kun." Omi smiled and shot Youji one of those smug looks before hopping out of the room.

            "Where's his off button?" The playboy aimed the remote at the other boy, hitting the power button over and over again. A scowl twisted his lips down, displaying white teeth as he continued to hit the power button until the kid disappeared from site. "Damnit, it doesn't work."

            Aya only hrned, crossing his arms over his chest as he took a seat on the other side of the couch. He could really care less what program was on, American or not. He was worried about his imoto, if something happened to her, he knew he'd break, turn into a madman like Berzerker. She was his only family left, not like Omi who had no one left but Weiß. His eyes dampened but he blinked the tears away. Weiß was not to see his weakness; even he didn't want to see it.

            One glance at the playboy told him that the blonde had quickly become wrapped up into the show. The show itself was something stupid, the name was Jerry Springer, and as he watched it, he became even more convinced that it really was idiotic. Lots of people screaming at each other for cheating on someone else, and then two sisters sleeping with the same man. Oi, how stupid could the Americans be, this show was crap. Letting out an exasperated sigh, the redhead settled down to stare at the wall and wait for it for it to be over.

            For Youji, it was all over too soon. There goes my entertainment, he thought. Like a man condemned, he turned off the TV, reverting to full pouting mode. Like a child who couldn't have a cookie before dinner, he aimed his full-fledge pout at Aya, who wasn't even moved by it. "No."

            "Asshole." He muttered under his breath, slouching into the couch.

            Hrning once again, the stoic redhead tried to return to his room, but was stopped in the doorway by two hands on his back. His whole body tensed, each muscle ready to snap into action and beat off whoever had touched him. A hot breath caressed the back of his ear as Youji whispered into it. "Where's your power button?"
            Since when had Youji moved off the couch?! The blonde could be quiet when he wanted to and that fact had proved itself once again. It seemed the older man had been surprising the assassin a lot more than usual lately, and not for a lack of relaxing his senses either. Youji wanted to surprise him, and he knew why too. The blonde was attracted to him, and had been openly flirting and touching him whenever Omi and Ken weren't in the room.

            A shiver ran down his back, followed by a wash of cool warmth as the other assassin got his hands under his orange turtleneck and ran them over his back. He was about to punch him in the stomach when the warm hands moved forward, running over his stomach. His stomach had always been really sensitive and he sucked in a breath, trying to get away from those pesky hands.

            His complete lack of response was caused by the roadblock his brain had constructed, stemming any normal thoughts, causing everything to come down to Youji's hands, his breath against his ear, and his sleek, thin body against his own. Fingers ran over porcelain skin, soothing yet bringing a warm flush to the usually cold skin. Sparks danced in his veins, blood singing throughout his body and heading for his groin.

            One of his hands started to drift north and the other migrated south, the one heading south for the winter was about to be slapped away, if Youji hadn't picked that time to brush his calloused fingers over a pebbled nipple. A gasp left the ice princess's mouth, eyes dilating to an extent. Sweet sensations rolled through his body to his half-erect cock, hardening it further.

            Encouraged by the reactions he was getting, Youji brushed the tips of his fingers under the hem of Aya's black jeans, feeling the edge of his navel tease his fingers. The man in his arms was so delectable, pale china doll skin that rivaled every geisha's in Japan, cherry colored hair with Persian violet eyes that could be as cold as ice, or on fire with emotion. It was true he did like women, loved them actually, since he took one to bed every night or almost every night. So when he had become obsessed with Aya and then told him, it created a little bit of friction between them.

            The stoic redhead thought that he was just a conquest to Youji, and Youji wasn't going to say a direct 'no' to that. It had started out as a conquest but now it was something that he was bending his whole soul into. And when Aya had asked why, his simple response had been 'I like pretty things, and you happen to be very pretty'. And so, there was friction.

            Youji sucked in his breath as an elbow solidly connected with his gut and Aya rammed his pert ass into his groin. There was nothing that was teasing about both moves they hurt! Even the ass in his groin, which caused him to immediately retract his hands and fall to the floor, writhing in pain. Gods above, the redhead sure had a bony ass! And it huuuuuuuurt.

            Aya stalked out of the room, huffing in indignity about what Youji had done and how his body had reacted. If the blonde did it again it wasn't going to be an elbow in the gut, he'd give him a black eye and a couple broken ribs to match. The slamming of a door left Youji alone, the rain beating down outside, always tapping on the window.

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            "La la la…" Schuldig hummed as he watched Crawford working at his laptop in the green Victorian styled chair in the penthouse living room. Since the only electricity allowed to run in the apartment was for the refrigerator and freezer, along with a couple of lights, the American had been forced to resort back to his laptop in order to get things done. Papers were strewn everywhere in the room, as well as a blazer, vest and tie that had once been adorned on Crawford's personage. As much as Schuldig would have loved to proclaim that it was him that had caused the other man to take off the items of clothing, he wasn't.

            Not even being locked up with a Level 3 Typhoon raging outside made the American stop his working and the steady clack clack of fingers on computer keys was driving the German crazy. "Brrrraaaaaaad, why don't you stop working?" He whined, enjoying the rush of blood to his head from his upside down position on the couch, feet waving in the air.

            "Stop calling me that." He said in response, not bothering to answer the question that had been tossed at him. Ever since the telepath had grown bored with Nagi's Gameboy he had made it his life mission to drive everyone crazy…until the storm passed that is. Nagi had already fled to his room, and Brad didn't give a damn either way. "Go bother Farfello."

            "Farfles?" Schuldig flipped over, which made him fall over as well. "Ittai." He sat up, rubbing his head where he'd hit it on the floor. "Might as well, you're not being interesting right now."

            "I'm not supposed to be." Oracle couldn't help but smirk at Schuldig as the flame-haired man left the room, huffing.

            With a mental scan he knew that Nagi was still trying to do his homework with the roar of the wind right outside his window, and Farfello was in the guest bedroom, doing something. The madman had been moved out of his cell in the basement since it had started to flood. The flooding had supposedly 'hurt God' but they didn't want to take the chance of losing a member because of it. Farfello was actually quite happy to have a room of his own again that didn't look like a cell.

            Peeking into the darkroom, Schuldig was able to pick him out of the shadows by the glinting of dim light on knife blades. Whatever the madman was doing it included a lot of knives, blood and tape. "Hey, Farfles, what're you making?"

            "A castle." He didn't look up from what he was doing, too busy taping two serrated blade together to form the corner of the main hall.

            "Oooo….can I play?"

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