Part 7: Paintball
Author: Mayfly
Status: Incomplete
Rating: PG
Pairing: Omi/Nagi implied, Farfarello/Ken
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Weiss; I wish I did because then life'd be more entertaining. Whatever.
^blah^ indicates telepathy
*blah* indicates POV
Part 7: Paintball
She glared across the room at Farfarello. He'd been encouraging Schuldig in his taunting of her. It was six days after the fact and he still was teasing her. He was even trying to get Omi and Ken in the whole ordeal, but the duo decided to keep out of it.
^So, you still gonna go see him? ^
^Bite me and of course. In any event, you've got no room to talk because ever since we got here, you've been stalking Aya. ^
"So, the man looks good. Very intense. ^
^Well by your reasoning I should keep seeing Kouji. He's mine so go stalk Aya and leave me be. ^
^Can't. He's eating."
^Whatever. Hey, Aya. ^
The redhead looked up at haring his name being called. The voice had echoed in his head and felt kinda funny. His hand reached down for the absent hilt of his katana, dismayed to find it not there.
^Chill. Wanna know if you want to join us for a game of paintball today. Since it's Saturday and all. ^
^Paintball? ^
^Yeah. It'll be fun. You and Yoji are the only ones left and I'm sure I can get Yoji to agree. ^
^Why? ^
^Reasons. C'mon… ^
^No. ^
^Please? ^
^No. ^
^Naze? ^ {Why?}
^It's inappropriate. ^
^Who the fuck cares? Live a smidge. Besides, Schu says he can beat you. Are you gonna let him get away with that? ^
^Yes, ^ he answered after a moment's hesitation.
^He'll call you a coward…. ^
The katana-wielding assassin turned his gaze toward the German. The man got the receiving end of a Fujimiya death glare and just glowered right back. Ara grinned. Served him right.
^So, you in? ^
^Aa. ^
^Wunderbar. Oi, Yoji…. ^
^What? ^
^Ya wanna play paintball? ^
^Paintball? Why? ^
^Because it's fun and it's Saturday and because I got Bradley to agree. ^
^Crawford's playing? ^
^Yep. He was the one brought it up in fact…. In any case, I got everyone else to agree. And Crawford would _really_ like it if you would play… ^
^Fine. ^
^Whoo-hoo! Everyone's playin'! ^
^Everyone? Define that please. ^
^Well, Nagi, Farfarello, Ken, Omi, Schuldig, Aya, You, Crawford, Kouji, me and maybe the normal freaks that hang with Omi. ^
^Okkkayy…. ^
^Yeah. So, meet us over by the lake after breakfast. ^
^Whatever. ^

~*~

*I don't know why I agreed to this. I don't even like paintball. I just sort of said yes. To be honest, I'd have been quite happy in my dorm…..doing something….but then, Farfarello probably would have followed me. It's not that I didn't like the company of a fellow assassin…..gods….why me? I'm sure it doesn't or hasn't happened with everyone else. Aya'd kill me if he knew what I was thinking… I can't want him…I can't want him… I can't want him…*
*Oh yes……he wants me, he so wants me. I can see the look of fear that passes through his eyes. It's amusing to see the Weiß kitty fretting so. Heheheheh…….now, if I could get him to give in and play, God will cry tears of blood. *
*Geez… the two of them are so mundane. Running in circles to deny their attraction to each other, well Siberian anyway. Geez…..even Ran doesn't deny himself that bad…..now if I can get him to warm up…..*

*I hope Nagi and I are on the same team! This past week has been great. We just haven't gotten around to telling Aya or Crawford yet. Professor Minamoto and Schuldig both said it's not the right time, so we decided to wait. I wonder what they're waiting around for…*
~*~

"Ok, everybody, here's the deal. We break off in two teams. Each team gets a kinetic that way no one has an unfair advantage."
They all nodded in agreement. Everyone stood in front of the lake, waiting for further encouragement.
"We need teams….."
"We know that Yo-tan."
"I think that the leaders should be………….."
"Aya and Crawford."
Both men looked stunned. Ran's eyes widened in shock and Crawford stared in annoyance. Schuldig began laughing under his breath.
^Crawford….how's this turn out for me? ^
^Not the time…. ^
^Was? ^ [What?]
^Shut up Schuldig. ^
Crawford and Ran walked in front of the small group. Ran scowled at the group, silently assessing them. Crawford just stood there in silence, knowing full well how this incident played out.
"I pick………ah hell…Schuldig…. he can shoot…" Ran conceded.
"I pick Yoji."
"Ken."
"Nagi."
"…Ano…."
^Pick Farf. He's a pretty good shot. ^
^Fine. You'd know better than me… ^
"Farfarello."
The Irishman looked up from where he was crouched on the ground, cutting into the grass. He grinned ferally at Ken, licking pale lips. He stood and slunk over to Ran and his small team.
"Omi then."
"Ara."
"Then…I suppose we get you," Crawford muttered, pointing to Kouji.
"Well, now that it's settled, lets get playing."

~*~

Farfarello crept along the path, gun drawn and loaded. Ken was in front of him, keeping his eyes on the path. He grinned; the ex-soccer player would sometimes shift his eyes back to look at him. This could work out for him after all.
~*~
Ken was nervous. The one-eyed Irishman was stalking behind him, gun drawn. He wondered why the other man hadn't tried to shoot him already. He looked up at a shout above him, shocked to see Nagi and Omi in a tree above him. A barrage of paintballs rained down them, splattering them in blue paint. Farfarello fired back at the duo, taking charge quickly. Ken just stood there dumbfounded.
"Haha! We did it Nagi!"
The pair exchanged hi-fives before bolting off, evading the rain of paintballs.
"You don't shoot well."
It was a statement rather than a question.
"Basically."
"Then why agree to play?"
"I dunno," Ken shrugged.
"It makes no sense for you to play Weib kitty if you can't shoot."
"Doesn't hurt to try."

*Oh god…why am I getting along so well with him? Worse yet, why am I enjoying this conversation? Gods…Aya'll kill me*

"We've lost."
"Huh?"
"We lost. That attack of theirs has knocked us out of the game."
"Oh…I'm sorry."
"Not like I care. I don't play this game. I play other games…"
"Other games?"
"Yes…other games…but it's not as entertaining to play the game alone."
Ken's eyes widened in fear as Farfarello came closer, grinning wickedly.
"What sort of game…is this?"
"One that will make God cry tears of blood pretty Weib kitty."
Ken didn't have time to answer as the Irishman grabbed his cheeks and crushed their lips together.

~*~

"Well that was unexpected," Kouji stated in amusement.
"Not really. He's had his eye on Siberian for awhile."
"Seriously?"
"Ja. It's one of those instances," Schuldig drawled blandly.
"Oh, one of _those_ cases."
"Yeah."
"I know those cases."
"So, what now?"
"We try and get this problem solved," Crawford muttered.
"Problem?"
"Yeah, the crisis that's arising," Kouji explained.
"So, you sense it too."
"Of course, how could I not? I'm an oracle as well Crawford. It's not that hard, I'm just worried how far this'll go before we can stop this rising evil."
"I'm wondering myself."

~OWARI

A/N: See, I finished part seven. Yeah, I know it sucks royally and whatnot but whatever. For all you Ran/Schu and Brad/Yoji fans out there, no worries, they're coming later. Gomen for the double meaning there. I know there wasn't much on the paintball thing but hey I've never played before. *ducks to the ground hoping to avoid any shouting* don't kill me. I'll try and figure out what to do with the next chapter and the re