Pairings: Schuldig/Youji, Schuldig/Aya, Aya/Youji
// … // = Telepathy
Chapter twelve
He had sat there all night. Shifting again uncomfortably in the chair, Aya looked around the hospital room with a sigh, sitting here reminded him of when he used to visit Aya-chan, spending those long hours at his imouto's bedside, hoping that perhaps this time she'd wake up. But when she did finally awake, it was to the story that he'd died. He grimaced at that thought, looking out over the last of the temple as it sunk beneath the waves, thinking her niisan had be lost beneath the waves forever.
Youji returned from the waiting room and handed Aya a cup of tea from the vending machine as he sipped coffee from his own paper cup. "Any change?" He asked lightly, sitting down near the redhead but still avoiding his gaze.
Aya shook his head from his depressing thoughts and sipped his tea thankful for the warmth it gave, chasing away the bitter cold that had settled over him. "He hasn't woken yet."
Youji turned the paper cup idly in his hands, staring down at it. Kudou Youji was always the center of attention, he hated to be ignored.. but Aya's eyes were fixed solely on the unconscious German that lay in the hospital bed. The pain he saw concealed deep in those amethyst eyes hurt him. He was now, more than ever, starting to feel like a third wheel in a serious relationship.. but he was just beginning to realize that he loved them both deeply, and he would do anything to stay close to them and keep them safe. Nibbling on his lip he sighed and looked up again. "Why don't you get some rest." He smiled weakly, gesturing to the empty bed in the room as that gaze was finally turned toward him. "You've been up with him all night, get some rest. I'll wake you if something changes."
Aya narrowed his eyes slightly and looked back at Schuldig. "Hn." He nodded, giving Youji a look that plainly said you better wake me and he finished off his tea, putting down the empty cup before walking over to the other bed and lying down. Giving one last glance at Schuldig, Aya closed his eyes and rolled over, drifting off to sleep.
Waiting until Aya was asleep, Youji stood and stepped closer to the bed that Schuldig slept in. Sitting down on the edge he lifted one hand and ran slender fingers through the mess of orange hair. Schu.. can you hear me? He bit his lip and closed his eyes at the lack of response. Aishiteru, Schuldig. "Aishiteru." Youji lowered his head as silent tears slipped from his eyes.
* * * *
If Crawford would've been free with his emotions, Nagi would have sworn the man would be singing as he filled in the mission report details from last night. The young boy glanced over at their leader again silently from where he sat at his computer.
Brad filled in the report silently, face emotionless as was typical with the American. But if you knew Crawford as well as Nagi, or the rest of Schwarz did, there was something there.. a slight flicker of amusement in his eyes.
Nagi turned his attention back to the computer and continued typing. Weiß took him to the hospital, they wouldn't leave him alone. Not if they loved Schuldig as much as he led me to believe. Maybe I should send Bombay an email to see how he's doing. The corner of Nagi's mouth twitched in a slight frown as he started typing faster. Crawford might not care, but I do.. Schu's been like a brother to me. I won't give up on him.
* * * *
Omi yawned as he finished sending the mission report to Kritiker's office account. Stretching, he was about to turn off the computer as he noticed an incoming email. That was a quick reply. He blinked, clicking to open it and he frowned at the address then gasped lightly as he read the contents of the email. This.. this is from Prodigy. Why would Nagi send me an email? He continued to read the email, confused by the contents of the message. He wants to know how Schuldig is doing.. how would I know? I thought he was dead. Omi chewed on his lip in thought, remembering the confusing conversations he had heard over the connection last night. Getting up from the computer, Omi left his room and headed next door to Youji's. Knocking lightly he frowned at the lack of answer. "Youji-kun? Are you home?" I wonder where he is. Omi turned and headed upstairs, it was their day off today, so he hadn't seen any of the other guys, and so neither him nor Ken knew about Aya and Youji being at the hospital. After getting the same lack of response from Aya's room, Aya-kun always answers his door right away, Omi shook his head and knocked on Ken's door. "Ken-kun?"
"Hai, come in Omi." Ken called out, looking up from the magazine he was reading.
Omi opened the door to find Ken lying on his bed and he walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. "Have you seen either Aya-kun or Youji-kun today? They're not in their rooms."
Ken sat up and ran a hand through his hair, frowning lightly. "Not since last night. I know they went down to the mission room to talk about what to do with Mastermind.. but I've not seen them since."
"I just got an email from Prodigy."
"What?! What did he want?"
Omi shook his head, confused. "He was asking about Schuldig, he wanted to know how he was doing."
"How would we know?" Ken frowned, closing his magazine and setting it on the table beside his bed.
"That's what I thought.. maybe we should give Youji's cellphone call."
"Yeah, that does seem like the best idea."
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Youji awoke to a light hand stroking through his hair and the sound of a one-sided conversation. Purring lightly he stretched in a million different little ways, like a waking cat.
// About time you woke. //
Youji blinked and looked up at jade green eyes that smiled down at him. "Schu.. you're awake." Youji sat up, noting he'd fallen asleep on the bed beside the telepath.
// Just barely, Yotan. Just barely. // Schuldig smiled faintly and nodded.
Youji looked over at the other bed, noting Aya was still asleep. The doctor that was talking to Schuldig bowed slightly and left them alone as Youji got up and walked over to Aya to wake him up. "Aya.. Aya, wake up."
Deep, sleep hazed, violet eyes opened slowly and blinked up at Youji silently before flicking over to the other bed and settling on its occupant. "Schuldig." Aya yawned and sat up, running a hand through dishevelled crimson hair.
// Afternoon, Ran. // Schuldig grinned. He was still to weak to talk, but that didn't stop him from being able to use his power.
~ tbc
