by Yanagi-sen
Weiss Kreuz fanfic
Usual disclaimers apply. Not mine, if they were I would be a lot better off…
Warnings: who knows, I have no idea where this will go or even what I'm going, but it's safe to say there will be shounen ai, probably yaoi, possible lemons, dirty language, maybe violence. I CAN promise no character death, that's it
Day 20: Can I please die now? (really… please?)
Oh, God. I don't even feel like typing today. I'm definitely not up for my usual handwritten version. Can I die yet? I suppose I should explain why I'm currently moaning in bed instead of suffering through yet another day of educational enrichment. It started with the little 'job' Brad had lined up for us last night. It sounded like the usual shakedown crap we do. Brad's not really that picky about jobs like this, as long as the parties involved aren't fleecing the innocent sheep or raping the lambs. A minor Yakuza gang 'forgot' to pay the larger one. So we were hired to… encourage the small fry to cough up the money. Not a big deal. We probably do a dozen of these things a week. Another day, another dollar.
But one of Schu's contacts had heard that this minor gang had a tendency to hole up all together, maybe 15, 20 in all. As I said, small time group. So instead of just sending in Schu and Farf like usual, Brad decided we'd all go in. A nice show of unity, Schwarz kicking ass all together. Whatever.
So we go in. Either they had been tipped off or they guessed someone was coming for them, but they were ready for us. Brad must not have done enough preliminary work since he missed it. Not that I would say that to his face. Anyway, they were ready. Brad and I go in, to do the talking, well, him to talk, me to watch his back and keep a shield ready. Farf had already entered and was lurking in the rafters; Schu came in through the back and was waiting. I don't know what went wrong. One minute, Brad and the boss are calmly discussing payment options and the next minute bullets are flying. There was no warning, not from Brad, not from Schu. It surprised me. I felt a sharp pain in my left leg just before I got the shield up around us. I was wearing a bulletproof vest of course; Brad doesn't let me out of the house on 'jobs' without it. Two seconds and it's an honest-to-God firefight in there. I think THEY shot more of their own people than we did. Anyway, we pulled out as fast as we could.
Brad was swearing up a storm the whole way home. You could tell the price for that job had just gone up. Someone messed up somewhere, and when Brad found out whom… I'm glad it wasn't me. Okay, the adrenaline started to wear off and I realized, I'd been fucking SHOT! Okay, so it was only a graze, but it HURTS!!! And I'm bleeding all over Brad's BMW. Farf looks over as I clutch my leg and starts swearing in Gaelic… which of course no one understands but him, but everyone gets the general idea. Schu glances back, joins in German and starts pawing through the glove box for the first aid kit.
We get home and I'm still bleeding like a stuck pig, it's gonna be a bitch to get it out of the upholstery, Schu carried me cause he didn't want me to walk on the leg till they'd gotten a look at it. Now, I hadn't really been feeling well all day. But I just figured it was a cold or something like that, it's the time of year for them. By now, however, I'm downright nauseous, and starting to get light-headed. I had to submit to the indignity of sitting on the kitchen table in my boxers, while Brad and Schu poke and prod my leg, painfully, while Farf looks on at all the blood. By the time they're done… I'm feeling ready to go pray to the porcelain gods for a while. Schu takes one look at my face and asks why I'm gray… Duh! I'm sick you moron! He feels my head and before I know it, I'm shuffled off to bed with a thermometer in my mouth and three 'mothers' hovering.
General consensus, especially after I throw up, is that I have the flu. Lovely. My favorite. They end up giving me a sleeping pill cause with my leg there was NO WAY I was getting to sleep on my own. So once my leg dies down to a throbbing ache instead of red-hot pokers in my skin… I fall asleep.
And wake up early the next morning to be sick again. No school today. I can barely keep down weak tea. And to add to the fun and games… the pretty little lights start flashing… migraine. The morning sun started to creep in through the partially open blinds… can we say, pain! I thank whatever gods watch over sick people that Schu came to check on me. I couldn't get up to close the blinds on my own. He took one look at my face and made my room as dark as possible. He really tried to get me to take my medicine, for the migraine, but I just couldn't keep anything down long enough for it to work. By midmorning, I'm reduced to lying and moaning. I want a mommy.
It's kinda funny, no matter how old you are, how 'tough' you are, when you're really sick, you want your mommy. Course, my real mother never would have won any awards but a surrogate will do. Schu usually fills that role nicely. But he's not here right now. Him and Brad had to go bitch to the Yakuza who hired us about last night. Schu's really good at bitching. But that leaves me with no one to take care of me. Farf's not the world's best nursemaid most of the time. He's trying, he really is… but he's not having one of his best days either. So I resigned myself to just laying there until the other two got home.
I must have dozed off, somehow, cause the next thing I knew, there was a light tap at the door. Now this really confused me, since everyone usually just walks in if I'm sick. Not that they're being rude, they just know that I'll wake up anyways if the door opens. That light tapping comes again and I hear Farf tell whomever it is to just go on in. The door cracks slightly, I can't see who it is cause of the light from the hallway, but they are shorter than anyone I live with.
'Nagi?'
It's him. What was HE doing here? I told him to come in. The door shut and he knelt beside my futon. Omi laid a cool hand on my forehead; he must have walked most of the way. He asked me how I was feeling, then said never mind. I asked why he was there. It wasn't that I wasn't happy to see him, it just surprised me. He said Schu had called him on his cell phone and asked if he would come over and sit with me till he got back. I'll have to speak with Schu about digging in my head for phone numbers again, but for now… I'm just glad Omi's here. He made me tea and broth and actually got me to drink some. We tried crackers but that didn't work at all. Mostly, he just sat with me and talked.
It was nice having Omi curled up with me and I fell back asleep. By the time I woke up again, Schu was there and Omi was gone. Schu said he had snuck out of work and had to leave as soon as they got back. Omi had promised to come back and check on me tomorrow, if it was okay with Brad. Brad wasn't too happy about Omi coming over in the first place, but he realized that Farf wasn't up to caring for me today. I'll probably be staying home from school tomorrow too. Hopefully if Omi can come over again, I'll feel well enough to actually enjoy his visit. But for now… I'm going to sleep. -Nagi