A/N: Due to a truly unexpected amount of reviews, I've decided to continue this fic a bit longer. I hope you guys like this.
Just wanted to say a big thank you to Pandora 8.1 (my dearest friend), Hitokiri Chiburi (love you Schu), tmelange, Miss J, MiniMorr and Vampire Louis (love your fics) and Black Kitten's Dream (love your fics too) for all your reviews. Here is another chapter for all you guys.
Pairing: Schuldig/Youji
// … // = Telepathy
Chapter 2It was a clear, sunny morning at the Koneko no Sumu Ie. A solitary brunette figure stretched with a content sigh as he stood up after placing a particularly heavy potted fern outside, near the main door of the flower shop. Glancing up at the clear blue sky he sighed, smiling lightly. It's mornings like these where I feel like I could just about do anything. Chuckling lightly at that thought he stepped back inside the shop to grab the next plant that needed placing outside to get the full benefit of the sun's rays.
It was a good twenty minutes later when he had finished checking and watering the plants he'd placed outside before he said goodbye to the sun for the rest of his shift and headed back inside grabbed the notebook and sat himself down on the center table of the shop, looking over the delivery list for that afternoon.
"Ohayo, Ken-kun." A young voice sounded as a blonde came down the stairs. "Ano, where's Youji-kun?"
"Hey Omi.." Ken smiled, glancing over at his young friend before frowning as he looked at the clock, 8:47am. 17 minutes late, typical. "My guess is he's still asleep."
"I'll go wake him for you, Ken-kun." With that the blonde bishounen bounced back up the stairs to wake their elder teammate.
It was precisely 9am when Omi returned to the shop floor with a yawning Youji behind him. Slumping down into a seat at the table the playboy yawned again and Aya a hand through his hand, pushing his sunglasses further up to his eyes. "Now tell me why exactly I'm up before midday, Kenken?" He drawled lazily, flashing Omi a smiled as the younger blonde set a mug of coffee infront of him.
"One, it's Sunday morning." Ken started, ticking
off the list on his fingers. "Two, that means your shift started half an
hour ago. Three, Aya is out shopping with Aya-chan and said he'd be away most
of the day."
"He's what?" Youji blinked.
"He told us a week ago, Youji-kun." Omi said, glancing up from the flowers he was misting.
"And four," Ken said, standing up from the arrangement he had just finished, placing it in with the others. "I have a lesson to get to, the kid's are having their final qualifying tournament game later this week."
"Have fun, Ken-kun." Omi called out after the brunette. "And good luck!"
Glancing back over to the table, Omi grinned as he noticed Youji yawning again. "Tough night, Youji-kun?"
Youji glanced over at his younger friend, lifted an eyebrow and grinned. "The mere details of it would knock you out with permanent nosebleed, Omittchi." The one last thing he remembered hearing in his sleep was Schuldig's whisper.
"I know he saw, but the chibi won't remember a
thing."
"Youji-kun!" Omi giggled, trying to hide his blush at such thoughts
and it was more than obvious to Youji that Schuldig had indeed wiped the
night's events from Omi's mind.
Youji stretched and stood up from the table, trying not to think about the events of the previous evening. It had been one year since the fall of Esset and the collapse of the museum, until last night Youji had thought that Schwarz was dead, they hadn't heard a thing from the other team. That was until Schuldig appeared in that alley behind the nightclub last night, until Schuldig had seduced Youji into bringing him back to his apartment.. until he had spent the night with the German. Kuso! He growled mentally as he remembered his thoughts early that morning.
It was much later in the afternoon when the sound of the little bell above the shop door made him look up from the arrangement he was creating subconsciously and he blinked as a girl with a waist length dark blue ponytail and deep violet eyes bounced into the shop. "Enter Aya-chan, front and center!" She giggled and Youji smiled warmly at her, his smile fading again quickly and looking down at his arrangement again as the elder Fujimiya stepped into the shop behind her.
With quick movements, Aya signalled to Youji that they needed to talk, alone, and he headed for the basement, flashing a glance at Omi to keep his imouto distracted.
"Aya-chan!" Omi smiled at her. "How are you lately?" He asked, getting her to help out with the arrangements he was tending to.
Sighing lightly, Youji finished off the bouquet he was working on and set it to one side, heading downstairs reluctantly. I guess Schuldig didn't wipe last night from Aya's mind though.
Aya stepped into the basement and stood in the middle of the floor as Youji slumped down to sit on the spiral staircase, waiting for the redhead to speak. "I want to talk to you. About last night." He began, and then sighed wearily. For a moment, he looked extraordinarily tired. Pity arose in Youji until he swiftly stomped it down. Pity was a party for one. "I did something I can't explain last night," Aya continued. "I can't explain it to myself and I don't know how to justify it to you."
Nervously,
Youji patted his shirt pockets. To his complete relief, he was able to retrieve
one very bent, sad excuse for a cigarette. Now where the hell was his lighter?
"Dammit, Kudou, are you even listening to me?" Aya snarled.
Youji yanked the bent cig from his mouth. "I'm listening, but Kami knows
why, since I don't give a flying fuck about your excuses for what happened last
night." Anger was beginning to compound his sense of reason. "You
wish you'd never left me alone, that you never saw me having a great
time, with him with Schuldig, of all people?! Fine, I get it. We'll
pretend it never happened, that you never saw us and you can go on feeling
superior about yourself."
Aya took a menacing step towards the stairs. "You're taking this all
wrong. I didn't mean --"
"I don't care!" Youji shouted, throwing his head back so his voice
would echo to whomever cared to listen, not that they could hear him in the
shop due to the soundproofing around the basement. He laughed bitterly, shaking
his head at the frustration on the younger man's face. "Do you hear me,
Ran? I. Don't. Care. You think I'm a whore? Congratulations, you're not the
first and definitely won't be the last!" A traitorous lump was forming in
his throat. Don't do it, he told himself. Don't you dare give him the
satisfaction. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Just go
away, Aya," he said in a voice that shook. "I don't want to deal with
this right now."
"Dammit, Youji, I'm trying to talk reasonably with you about this."
If Youji had been anything other than tired and annoyed, he might have been
intimidated by Aya's passion. But now, with an ache behind his eyes and the
topic of conversation robbing the life from him, Youji was unfazed.
"Go away," he repeated tiredly. "Please. I'm fucking begging
you, all right?" He knew desperation leaked through the words. "I
don't have time for this right now. I've got--I've got plans."
Aya didn't believe him and lifted a crimson eyebrow slightly. "Like
what?"
"Why do you even care?!" He snapped, standing up. "You made it perfectly clear last night that you didn't want anything to do with me, Aya. So just drop it!" With that he stalked back upstairs and breezed through the shop without a word to either Omi or Aya-chan, disappearing into his apartment.
"You know, that was really uncalled for." A nasal voice muttered lightly.
Closing the door, Youji sighed. "What are you doing here?" He glanced over at his bed near the window where Schuldig was lounging quite happily, cigarette hanging from his lips and hands folded behind his head.
Sitting up the German telepath leered at Youji, looking him over slowly. "I thought we might continue on from last night."
Folding his arms he glared lightly at his former rival. "You lost that chance when you left this morning."
In a flash, Schuldig was behind him, strong arms wrapping around slim waist. Nuzzling at the blonde's ear, Schuldig purred softly. "Now, now.. you really expected me to stick around to face your Abyssinian when he's in a killing rage?"
"It would've been fun to watch."
"Oi, so cruel! And after everything I did for you.." Schuldig nipped at his ear and brushed a hand down the front of Youji's tight look-at-my-ass jeans. "Or do you need a reminder?" He purred seductively.
Groaning despite himself, Youji pushed forward against the hand that was making him painfully hard, his thoughts trailing back to that morning. "You.. you heard everything this morning, didn't you?" He whimpered, biting his lip and letting his head fall back against Schuldig's shoulder.
Schuldig grinned more. "Define.. heard."
"My-my thoughts, you heard them. You weren't actually sleeping, were you."
"Nein kitten, I was fully aware of everything you recalled this morning." Schuldig pressed his hand harder against Youji's arousal. "You belong to me." He hissed softly as Youji came with a soft cry and fell limp into his enemy's arms.
Picking up the blonde in his arms, Schuldig carried him to his bed and laid him down upon it, brushing a lock of hair from Youji's face. "I own you now, Kudou." He whispered with a grin. "Never forget that." Leaning down, Schuldig placed a light, almost loving kiss on Youji's forehead before standing and facing the door, as if waiting for something, or someone.
Youji faintly heard the click of the door opening before blacking out completely.
~ tbc?
