A/N: Mwee~ I've been having pretty steady streams of inspiration, so.hence
the frequent updates. Don't know how long it'll last, though. Here's
hoping!
"Shit."
Omi bit his lip, eyes nervously flitting about the room. Yohji wasn't going to be much use to him now, seeing that he was rather.unconscious and bleeding from his temple. Farfarello gathered the older blonde into his arms, cradling him close to his chest. It nearly seemed like the Irishman cared about Yohji.but no, the blood smeared across his lower lip and chin said otherwise. He supposed that he Farfarello simply didn't want to have Yohji die too soon for his liking. Mind still wandering on this fact, Omi was snapped back to reality with the feeling of warm breath on his cheek, and a surprisingly soft German accent.
"So.going to do this the easy way, or take the way of Kudou over there? I'd much prefer you come easily..."
Schuldich shook his head as the boy acted out his response; he began to writhe and fidget in the ginger haired man's grasp, low growls escaping his lips every so often. His nails dug bloody half-moons into the man's shoulders, trying vainly to fight against the strong hands that held him in place. Omi continued to fight as Schuldich plunged a syringe into his arm, even while the room began to spin and he was suddenly dizzy. Letting the boy's body sag in his arms before lowering him to the ground, the German picked Omi up and rested his head in the crook of his neck, like a parent would carry a child, a husband a bride. It certainly wasn't that Schuldich despised the boy.quite the opposite, in fact. Lifting himself to his feet before beckoning Farfarello to follow him, he strode towards the back door and held it open with his hip. With Farfarello leading, the pair navigated the deserted alleyways back to Schwarz, stopping in front of the lavishly decorated mansion.
"The other kittens aren't going to be happy about this."
Farfarello's tone expressed something that the Irishman's voice rarely did; worry. It was true, after all.Weiß wouldn't take kindly to half their team being kidnapped. However, they would deal with Weiß when the time came, and not a second sooner. The time, Schuldich noticed, had passed far more rapidly than expected, and the sedative that he had given Omi would be wearing off soon. With a light elbow to Farfarello's ribs, he opened the door to a room ajoining his own. It was bare and deserted, practically a second bedroom for the German man. This was the best place to keep Omi and his older blonde counterpart, Schuldich decided. Setting the small blonde on the bed and securely binding his arms, he looked the boy over. Despite a few small bruises, Omi was still relatively unblemished, and that was the way he wanted things. Kudou, however.was a different story all together. One of his eyes was blackened, and his upper arms and chest were littered with miniscule slash marks. Farfarello really did need to learn some self- control.after all; it wasn't any fun to have your toys broken before you really got to play with them. With a sigh, Schuldich turned to the slight albino. "Farfie, you've got to be more careful with your toys. Kudou's body can't take as much pain as yours can, and you don't want to kill him too early, do you?"
He was answered with a small shake of the boy's head, and a little whimper. Reaching over to give Farfarello's hair a reassuring pet, Schuldich smiled.
".Just remember that, all right? We can't have our kittens being afraid of their own shadows before the fun begins, can we?"
Soft, pale locks pressed up against the pet, a tiny purr resounding from Farfarello's lips. Slender fingertips caressed the unconscious Balinese's cheek, golden eye glimmering dully. It seemed that the Irishman was getting impatient with waiting for his toy to awaken, but not much could be done about that. In silence, Schuldich tended to Yohji's wounds, patting them clean with a cloth and a bowl of warm disinfectant. The blonde's lips twitched involuntarily as the chemicals stung into his skin, but he didn't stir much more than that. After wrapping the wounds with cotton bandages similar to Farfarello's, he thought that the pair would make a wonderful couple, if Yohji could ever understand the pale man. He doubted that he ever would.
"And now.we wait."
"Shit."
Omi bit his lip, eyes nervously flitting about the room. Yohji wasn't going to be much use to him now, seeing that he was rather.unconscious and bleeding from his temple. Farfarello gathered the older blonde into his arms, cradling him close to his chest. It nearly seemed like the Irishman cared about Yohji.but no, the blood smeared across his lower lip and chin said otherwise. He supposed that he Farfarello simply didn't want to have Yohji die too soon for his liking. Mind still wandering on this fact, Omi was snapped back to reality with the feeling of warm breath on his cheek, and a surprisingly soft German accent.
"So.going to do this the easy way, or take the way of Kudou over there? I'd much prefer you come easily..."
Schuldich shook his head as the boy acted out his response; he began to writhe and fidget in the ginger haired man's grasp, low growls escaping his lips every so often. His nails dug bloody half-moons into the man's shoulders, trying vainly to fight against the strong hands that held him in place. Omi continued to fight as Schuldich plunged a syringe into his arm, even while the room began to spin and he was suddenly dizzy. Letting the boy's body sag in his arms before lowering him to the ground, the German picked Omi up and rested his head in the crook of his neck, like a parent would carry a child, a husband a bride. It certainly wasn't that Schuldich despised the boy.quite the opposite, in fact. Lifting himself to his feet before beckoning Farfarello to follow him, he strode towards the back door and held it open with his hip. With Farfarello leading, the pair navigated the deserted alleyways back to Schwarz, stopping in front of the lavishly decorated mansion.
"The other kittens aren't going to be happy about this."
Farfarello's tone expressed something that the Irishman's voice rarely did; worry. It was true, after all.Weiß wouldn't take kindly to half their team being kidnapped. However, they would deal with Weiß when the time came, and not a second sooner. The time, Schuldich noticed, had passed far more rapidly than expected, and the sedative that he had given Omi would be wearing off soon. With a light elbow to Farfarello's ribs, he opened the door to a room ajoining his own. It was bare and deserted, practically a second bedroom for the German man. This was the best place to keep Omi and his older blonde counterpart, Schuldich decided. Setting the small blonde on the bed and securely binding his arms, he looked the boy over. Despite a few small bruises, Omi was still relatively unblemished, and that was the way he wanted things. Kudou, however.was a different story all together. One of his eyes was blackened, and his upper arms and chest were littered with miniscule slash marks. Farfarello really did need to learn some self- control.after all; it wasn't any fun to have your toys broken before you really got to play with them. With a sigh, Schuldich turned to the slight albino. "Farfie, you've got to be more careful with your toys. Kudou's body can't take as much pain as yours can, and you don't want to kill him too early, do you?"
He was answered with a small shake of the boy's head, and a little whimper. Reaching over to give Farfarello's hair a reassuring pet, Schuldich smiled.
".Just remember that, all right? We can't have our kittens being afraid of their own shadows before the fun begins, can we?"
Soft, pale locks pressed up against the pet, a tiny purr resounding from Farfarello's lips. Slender fingertips caressed the unconscious Balinese's cheek, golden eye glimmering dully. It seemed that the Irishman was getting impatient with waiting for his toy to awaken, but not much could be done about that. In silence, Schuldich tended to Yohji's wounds, patting them clean with a cloth and a bowl of warm disinfectant. The blonde's lips twitched involuntarily as the chemicals stung into his skin, but he didn't stir much more than that. After wrapping the wounds with cotton bandages similar to Farfarello's, he thought that the pair would make a wonderful couple, if Yohji could ever understand the pale man. He doubted that he ever would.
"And now.we wait."