Warnings: shonen-ai, swearing, and references to rape/torture. Also extreme insanity/psychosis.
Weiss Season III
Episode Four
At first there was just a shudder, but then he felt the brunette responding to him, his soft tongue pressing against Yoji's own. All sound faded, save for the rushing in his ears, as he kissed Omi with greater passion, greater urgency, greater love.
"I think he's back now," said Ken, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, but I'm not gettin' anywhere near them," muttered Miry, still in his arms despite their shouting match.
Nagi snorted. "We could just leave them…"
Aya scooped up Tei and deposited her in the backseat of a car, climbing in with the shivering ninja. Crawford eyed them for a moment, then looked back over the scene: Schu, kneeling in the road, Ken and Miry still half-embracing, wearing what was the scorched equivalent of underwear, maybe, Farfarello pinned down while Nagi tried to clean him up, and Yoji and Omi making out in front of everyone. It gave him a headache.
"Farf, stop kicking! You stepped in puke, for God's sake!"
"Let go of me! And I wasn't aiming for the puke, so it wasn't for God's sake!"
"I can't believe you, you little hentai! What made you think you could just shove your fuckin' tongue down my throat after knowin' me for twenty four hours!"
"Schuldig told me to distract you!"
"Mmm…"
"Uhhhh…"
"Well, we could also stay and watch," grinned the German, pointing at the way Yoji's hands were wandering over Omi's torso, an obvious prelude to some sexual act.
Crawford turned away from them and got into the car that Tei and Aya occupied, turning the key. Shrugging, Nagi removed Farfarello's boot and sent him into the seat of the second car, taking the wheel. Miry and Ken stopped fighting for long enough to get into that car, leaving the telepath behind with the couple on the road.
"Tei, can you hear me?"
"Yes. Go away, asshole."
Crawford sighed. He had gone from one set of idiotic lovebirds to another. At least these two weren't intent on screwing each other's brains out in front of everyone.
"Tei, please, look at me?"
"What do you want?"
"I want to help you."
Oh, God. This was going to be a painful road trip.
They were in Osaka a few hours before dawn, which meant there was nothing open. Nagi looked around, at the lovely Irishman slumbering peacefully next to him, and at the pair of pyros curled up together in the back. Apparently, Miry's anger at being kissed was not enough to convince her that Ken wasn't suitable as a pillow. It convinced Nagi that she hadn't minded it nearly as much as she'd played to.
"Schu…?" he asked mentally.
"Vas ist, Nagi?" was the weary response.
"How are Yoji and Omi?"
There came a mental snort. "The minute I separated them, they got really upset at each other and they've been fighting the whole way… well, until they fell asleep. Mien Gott, was I ever grateful for that."
Nagi chuckled softly. "Tensions running high, then?"
"Very. They don't know how to react to what happened, so they're pretending to hate each other again. I hope this doesn't last…"
"Schuldig," said a new voice. Crawford.
"Yes, fearless leader?"
"Is there anything you can do for that ninja girl? She's a wreck, and we can't risk anymore incidents like what happened."
"No shit. We'll have to tie Omi and Yoji on separate ends of the room and gag them so they can't scream at each other," muttered Nagi.
"I… don't know I want to prance through that girl's mind… I could try, though…"
"Well then do that. I can't stand to listen to Fujimiya doting on her like he does."
A laugh tinkled through his mind and Nagi smiled faintly.
"I could seduce our little shi-ne Weiss myself…" offered the German
And then Crawford again, dryly: "You'd enjoy that far too much," before he 'left.'
The telekinetic felt very inclined to agree with his American leader. He glanced over at Farf, who had cracked his eye open and was staring rather dazedly at the driver, as though the haze of sleep hadn't yet left his mind. That was odd, because Farfarello usually woke up very rapidly, to be honest. He'd have a moment of disorientation, and then he'd immediately come to himself, being fully awake a second later.
"You up, Farf?" he asked the Irishman softly.
The silver-haired man blinked, shaking his head as though to clear it, and then nodded. "Are we there yet?"
"Yes. But we have to wait a while before the airport's open," explained the boy.
In the back, Ken shifted his arm around Miry and mumbled something about a foul ball. Farf looked at them and arched a brow.
"When did they get so cozy?"
"You fell asleep while they were shouting like that?" asked Nagi incredulously. How could anyone fall asleep during that argument?
The older man yawned. "It all sounded the same to me, so I just sort of… tuned it out."
"Lucky you, you can't feel pain," muttered the brunette wryly.
"Oohh, Ken's being diiiirty!" exclaimed Schuldig's voice, as he 'saw' the pair in the back through Nagi's thoughts.
"Not really, Schu. He's absolutely out cold," sighed the boy.
"I wouldn't be too sure," murmured the psychotic man beside him, squinting his amber eye at the soccer player.
"Then I'd really rather not think about it," said Nagi quickly.
"Come on, Nagi! This is a golden opportunity! I can drive them crazy with teasing!"
"No mind games, Schuldig?" asked Farfarello skeptically.
A mental shrug. "Sometimes regular teasing can be fun, too…"
"It won't get you laid any faster," Nagi pointed out.
That earned him a grin that he could feel from his telepathic friend. "I've got my eye on a certain redhead, actually."
"What?" yelped the boy, sitting upright.
A yowl from the backseat cut off any reply as Miry was awakened by his shout.
"Gaah! What the fuck? Ken!"
There was a mental snicker as Schuldig pulled off, and Nagi resigned himself to having to hear the two pyros argue again at four o'clock in the morning.
The plane trip was like something out of a bad movie.
Miry refused to sit with Ken because he had been groping her in their sleep, so she ended up next to Farfarello, who spent the whole ride trying to convince her to set him on fire, just for kicks. Crawford was on the other side of Farf, and was growing steadily more pissed off, though he tried to hide it by reading his newspaper. Schuldig noticed his eye twitching, though, and pointed it out to Nagi, Miry, Ken, and Farf, which of course made Miry and Farf get more obnoxious.
Ken was between Omi and Yoji, dead center in a painfully awkward and angry silence. He spent his flight looking back and forth between the two nervously, while they stole glances at each other and acted affronted.
Nagi was next to a very fat old man who drooled as he slept, and whose love handles dripped over the armrest. The slender telekinetic was curled up against the opposite side of his seat, terribly close to making warding gestures by the end of the flight.
Schu was with Aya and Tei. He talked to them about healing, and thought it was pretty productive, something he often wasn't when it came to the use of his powers. But when that conversation ended, he got bored quickly and brainwashed a flight attendant into thinking she was a chicken. Everyone, even Crawford, got a laugh out of this. Well, except Tei, who found nothing amusing but killing people.
"Man, I need to get laid!" grumbled Schuldig as he walked off the plane.
Nagi rolled his eyes, looking at him sidelong. "Don't even think about it. I'll throw you into the propeller."
The German pouted and gave the boy a pleading look. "But Omi's so cute!" he protested.
Nagi flushed faintly and moved away, aware of the mocking laughter that followed him. Damn Schuldig!
"Just my arm! Come on!"
"For the last time, no. I don't set people on fire!"
"What if they piss you off?"
Schuldig couldn't resist jumping into this one. "Yeah? Wouldn't you fry someone if they bugged you enough?"
The pyrokinetic girl glared at him. "You're no help! From now on, you speak to me in German, or mentally, so he can't understand."
Farf frowned. "You speak German?"
She nodded.
"You speak English?"
She nodded, and Schu used his limited English and his mind-reading powers to figure out what they were saying.
"I'm American. You?"
"Irish."
"What part of Ireland?" she asked, eyes widening faintly, and a smile of childish joy playing at her lips.
"Eh, 'bout a hoondred miles west o' Belfast. Why d'yeh ask?"
"Your accent… it's… beautiful," she breathed.
"Nagi! Miry's hitting on your wonder boy!" Schu cried telepathically, grinning inwardly. This had too much potential to pass up. Besides which, a fight between a pyrokinetic and a telekinetic would be priceless to watch.
"What? Schuldig! I never—"
"Never had to say anything. It's all in your sweet, loving, adoring glances."
"Bite me, Schu."
"Mmm, not a bad idea. But I thought you were loyal to Prince Charming here?"
"So will yeh set me on fire?" lilted the silver-haired man.
Miry slapped her forehead.
"Never mind; he spoiled the moment."
Schu fell back to where Omi and Yoji were, a grin spreading over his features. They weren't talking, though they walked side-by-side and glared venomously at one another from time to time. He skimmed along their thoughts for a moment and grinned more.
Does he have any idea how mean it was of him to freak out at me for kissing him? I saved his life!
Yoji…kissing me… I can't believe it! Why did I get so upset? Wait—why did I enjoy it so much?
God, what I wouldn't do to kiss him again… and more…
Why did he have to act so tough and angry when I was shocked by it? I mean, I came out of this awful memory, to find myself being ravished by Yoji, and I was kind of startled! Of course it was upsetting! I had no idea what was going on! Why can't he understand that?
"Oh, Kudou, if you could hear what Omi is thinking about you…" smirked Schu.
Yoji's eyes flickered over to him angrily, his face set in a mask of fury. Out of my head, Schuldig! I'm sure I can guess!
"But you're so far off from the truth!"
What? That Omi hates me? Yeah, I know I was harsh on him. But I can't just take it back!
"Bombay, kitten, if you ever get bored of Yoji's idiot logic, I will be more than happy to…acquaint myself with you," he purred into the brunette's mind.
Omi's shoulders stiffened. He's not an idiot. Just really messed up. Oh! I can't believe I said that!
"He would be very angry to hear you talk about him like that, you know."
I love him. He needs someone to love him, and I'm the only one who really does… I just wish he could see that…
Schuldig decided he couldn't take anymore of that sappiness, and went to bug Tei and Aya instead. A far more fucked-up, but less teenaged-angst-oriented pair.
"Hello, Aya, Tei," he purred, linking his arms through theirs.
Tei snatched hers away. "Just because you're willing to rummage through my brain doesn't mean I want you to touch me," she snapped.
"Rraow! You're a feisty one!" he commented, noting that Aya didn't bother removing his hand. He actually didn't seem to notice much, but that didn't discourage Schu. Oh, he could make Fujimiya notice him, all right.
"What do you want, Schuldig?" sighed the redhead, looking over at him.
The German artfully pouted. "I'm only looking for company. Yoji and Omi are a bit too tense over there for me."
Aya snorted. "Well, they have to get over it some time…"
Tei huffed. "Whatever. As long as I don't have to be near them, I don't give a shit."
"Aren't you pleasant," murmured Schu. "You know, you must be a real beauty when you first wake up."
Her middle finger extended, she moved to talk with Ken. Or just walk. She wasn't a very talkative person, except when making cynical, unpleasant comments. Or bitching. She did a lot of bitching.
"Don't bug her, Schuldig. She's damned good with those knives of hers," sighed Aya wearily. It sounded like a warning he'd had to administer many times before.
"So is Farfarello, but I'm not dead yet," grinned the telepath.
"Hn. She's also not a raging psycho."
"I heard that!"
"Don't mind him, Farf! I'll set his head on fire when we get out of the airport, okay?"
"Okay."
"Well, it seems our lovely resident pyro plans to set you on fire. See what happens when you bother a woman?"
"I didn't bother her. She offered to placate Farfarello. And besides," Aya smirked, "I'm a pyro, too."
"I'd nearly forgotten about that," muttered Schu. "Anyway, I can pester whomever I want, because I always manage to come out on top." He smiled. "Of everything."
The swordsman quirked a brow. "Oh? Well, try and come out on top in one of Tei's angry knife rages. Then I'll be impressed."
Schuldig shrugged. "You're too proud of her. She's not invincible, you know. You've seen what they did to her."
"Stop that. It's not my business."
"But it is if you want to be with her," he persisted. This wasn't just for him, either. He had to tell Aya, and his voice lowered confidentially as he spoke. "Which, I'm afraid, is not going to work out too well. I checked through her psyche, and subconscious, and everything, and she has absolutely no libido whatsoever. Everything pertaining to sex is, to her, tainted with the memories of her past. She is incapable of sexual arousal because any sexual act is rape, in her mind."
Aya's mouth gaped open. "You—she—what?" he gasped, his beautiful violet eyes wide.
The German bit his lip. He'd never been so terrified by a person's mind. Farfarello was a lot more lucid and human than people thought. It was his inability to feel pain that colored his psyche and personality into a strange, semi-crazed thing. Because he couldn't feel it, because he didn't know it, Farf had no problem inflicting it. How can you feel guilty about causing something that you absolutely cannot comprehend? That you do not have the slightest knowledge of?
Tei, on the other hand, was far closer to insanity than she acted. Everyone was a potential rapist, everyone meant her harm in some way, and everything was some form of cruelty or degradation directed at her. She was completely paranoid; she felt no love, no compassion, and no dignity or honor. Whatever the Weiss boys had seen in her that made them believe she was still internally good, and cared for them, they had been wrong. Tei cared for no one and nothing, not even herself. The memories of the brutal murders of her tormentors were colored with delight, bordering on insane glee. Where Farfarello found killing amusing, she found it outright wonderful. Many nights, she had awakened, crept into one of her teammate's rooms, and stood there, with a knife quivering over their throat, until the tiny, beaten part of her that remained human pulled her back. And since the first time he'd encountered it, helping her at the warehouse when she killed her father (another kill she relished), that tiny piece of conscience, of humanity, had shrunk considerably.
Schuldig found the woman utterly terrifying, to be honest, not that he was.
He nodded absently to Aya, unconsciously tightening his grip on the other man's arm.
"I can't believe it," murmured the redhead. "I won't believe it! Schuldig, stop your fucking lies! I know you're just trying to screw with us!"
Shaking his head sadly, the German moved away from Aya. He wasn't in the mood to play anymore.
"Australia. Here we are in the Outback," said Miry with a grin, planting her hands on her bony hips. She was the only one grinning, though, because the scene they faced was one of desert. Lots and lots of sand, endless sand.
"You are way too cheerful," grumbled Ken, scowling at the landscape.
"We're all going to be so sunburned," moaned Aya, staring at his pale hands.
Schuldig snickered. "I'll help you forget the pain," he purred mockingly.
"Psssh! What's a little sun? Come on, let's go!" cried the pyro, infuriatingly cheerful as she hefted a duffel bag onto her shoulder and began to march out into the sand.
"We don't even have a map!" complained Yoji. "We'll die out there!"
"We could shoot ourselves. It's a lot more efficient," commented Tei flatly, surveying the desert.
"Actually, I did think to buy us a map," smirked Crawford. "The nearest oasis is a day's walk from here."
"Oh, great. Just a day of burning alive in the sun!" yowled Nagi, uncharacteristically emotional.
Farfarello put a hand on the telekinetic's shoulder consolingly. "All good things must come to an end," he commented, with a bit of a wry grin.
The brunette boy turned to stare incredulously at him and shake his head as Schuldig and Miry burst out laughing.
"I'm a redhead. I'll look like a fucking lobster," whimpered Aya.
"Put more clothes on," suggested Ken with a grin.
"I'll get hot!"
"You already are," smirked Schu, coming over to look the other man over suggestively. He earned a glare from the swordsman.
"Miry, you should put a hat on!" called Omi.
"Keep your hair on, kid, I'm fine!" she retorted good-naturedly.
"Let her figure it out for herself," remarked Crawford quietly, staring at his fellow American and shaking his head. "We should get going, anyway."
Grumbling and arguing, the others got their stuff together and began moving towards a long day in the sun.
Everyone was sweating buckets. Crawford and Schu had taken off their jackets, and Ken and Farf had completely ditched their shirts. The pale Irishman was already badly burnt, but, as he was unable to feel pain, he didn't notice it. They all had red lines of burn over their noses and cheeks, some on their shoulders. Aya and Tei were nearly as bad as Farfarello, but they could feel it. Omi had his baseball cap on forwards, and had lent a spare one to Nagi, while Yoji and Ken tied shirts onto their heads, like Arabs. Schuldig had used his bandanna to bind his heavy, itchy hair off of his neck, and now the back of his neck was burning. Miry, like an idiot, insisted that she wouldn't burn and marched around in a strappy tank top, now sopping wet, and a pair of torn-up denim shorts.
"Water?" mumbled Omi questioningly; reaching blindly for the bottle that Yoji tossed him.
"Why are we going into the desert again?" asked Nagi, taking the bottle from the empath and gulping down a mouthful.
"Because," said Crawford, accepting it from his teammate, "Kritiker will never suspect we went into the Australian desert."
"I'd rather deal with them," whined Schuldig, finishing off the bottle.
"Are we there yet?" asked Yoji.
"I'd sell my soul for a pool of nice, cold water…" murmured Ken.
Miry blanched and paled under the sunburn that she was getting. "Water?"
"So would I…" Aya put in tiredly, running the back of his hand across his forehead. He had a fisherman's hat on that looked both cute and, well, cute.
"But…but… you mean you can swim?!"
Schuldig chuckled. "Mmm, just imagine them all wet…and cold, too."
No one could figure out who was blushing at this comment, seeing as everyone was so sunburned by this point.
"I'm bored," complained Farfarello.
"So lick your knives," muttered Tei.
Unsurprisingly, he obeyed her.
Omi looked up at the pyro woman and frowned. "Miry, you're getting really burned…"
"Whatever! I don't believe you at all, Omittchi!"
The boy looked up at Crawford, who was trudging alongside him.
"She will," murmured the pre-cog, rolling his eyes.
Lalala….upcoming things get much heavier. Like stabbings, sunburns, yaoi, and psychobitches. Oh, and the cheesiest scene ever to be written… oh, the pain, the humiliation, but I can't bear to take it out! I LOVE Omi/Yoji, what can I say?
