*Author's note* Although I'm trying to gain custody, or at least visitation rights, Yohji-kins and SchuSchu still do not belong to me. Oh, and those other boys don't either, but that's ok. I don't want them anyways. P Thankies to Wyte Choklate for reviewing, and don't worry, I think this is going the way you think it is going…I think. I just like taking a little while to get there. ^_^ Also, I have fixed the formatting problem, so everything's peachy.
Yohji awoke with a splitting headache. He vaguely remembered something about drinks, dancing, and that hot red-headed German…
Forgetting his hangover, Yohji sat bolt upright in bed. "Shiiiit…" he moaned, pressing his hand to his forehead. But no, the pain didn't matter. He swung himself out of bed, and stumbled out to the living room of his suite. He had to find out if it had been real.
There, sprawled out on the couch, was Schuldig. Yohji moaned again and retreated back to the bedroom, sitting down to think about what he should do next.
The German knew where he was staying now. But then again, it was possible he had known before. Besides, hadn't he said he was on vacation, too? Or had he been lying? Calming down, he thought of something. `If he'd wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already.'
"Unless I wanted something from you first," came the voice from the doorway.
Yohji sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "What do you want?" He figured the only way to ever get rid of the man was to find out what he was after.
Schuldig sat himself down beside Yohji on the bed and pretended to think. "Hmmm, how to name it," he mused. Yohji lifted his head to glare at him. Schuldig just laughed. "Let's say: companionship."
"Companionship?" Yohji repeated, trying to make some sort of sense of the German's request.
"Sure," the red-head answered, lying back onto Yohji's pillow with his hands under his head, "We're both strangers in this country, right? Wouldn't it be nice to have a familiar face around?"
Yohji got the feeling that there was somehow more to this. "Yeah, I'd love to have a familiar face around," he said slowly.
Schuldig's face brightened.
"If it was anyone but Schwartz." he finished, "What do you really want?"
Schuldig sighed and got to his feet. He began pacing, and Yohji got the feeling that he was going over something important in his mind. Finally, he stopped in front of him and took a deep breath. "CanIstaywithyou?" he blurted out.
Yohji looked confused. "What?"
Schuldig tried again. "Can I please stay with you?" He sounded out every word carefully, to Yohji's disbelieving ears.
The blonde looked up at him, gave him a good, hard once-over, and burst out laughing. "You can't be serious! You think that I would let you stay here? You must be insane!"
Schuldig lunged forward, effectively pinning Yohji to the mattress. All traces of laughter were gone, and the blonde glared up at him with green eyes so cold, they could almost be described as icy. "Look," the German snarled, "I'm dead serious about needing a place to stay, but I don't take too kindly to being called crazy."
As suddenly as he had sprung, he let go and stood up again. "I just figured that maybe you wouldn't mind," his voice was calm again, although his usual cocky air was missing, "I don't know about you, but I thought we got along pretty well yesterday. Maybe it was just my imagination, though," He turned and went back out to the living room, leaving Yohji staring up at the ceiling, thought after thought tumbling about in his mind.
The lock on the door clicked, and Yohji heard the German call back to him, "If you change your mind, just let me know."
The door slammed, and Yohji rolled to his side, burying his face in his pillow. It smelled like Schuldig. Flinging the pillow across the room, he got up and made his way to the small kitchen. His headache seemed to be worse.
He put on the coffee and slowly lowered himself into one of the chairs at the table. A thought suddenly struck him. "He never gave me a number!" he said aloud to himself, "Even if I did change my mind, which I won't, because he wasn't serious, I couldn't call him anyways!" Yohji stretched, happy that he had one less worry for the day.
* * *
What if he was serious?
Yohji sat in the small café with his third cup of coffee. He'd already finished all the coffee he had back in his hotel room, and the headache persisted. He figured at least part of it was caused by that one nagging little thought. The German had looked pretty serious that morning, and, truth be told, they had gotten along fairly well on the flight over.
"No!" Yohji pounded his fist on the table, causing his coffee mug to jump and attracting stares from other patrons. With a sigh, he rested his head in his hands. "Why did this have to happen to me?" he moaned.
Shoving his coffee aside -- it wasn't helping much anyways -- he stepped outside and looked up and down the sidewalk. One way, to his right, was the hotel: secure, private, and peaceful. The other way, left, was the bar he'd been to last night, which would be the most probable place to find Schuldig.
Yohji turned right. He needed to get his mind on something else. He whistled at a few young girls who passed by, but his heart wasn't in it. In his mind, all he could see was that red-haired bastard smirking as he shot at Omi and Aya, or kicking the crap out of Ken, or sprawling half-naked across his king-size bed…
The thought sent shivers through his entire body. `That's it,' he thought, `No more of that!'
`Come on, Kudoh,' another part of him said, `You're probably just as lonely as he is. He's gotta be pretty desperate, coming to you for help,'
`Fine,' his rational half agreed, `I'll let him stay. Temporarily. Just don't blame me if he ends up dead,'
Yohji spun on his heel, deciding to head for the bar to begin the search for Schuldig. Luckily for him, he didn't have to go that far.
The German, who had been following him closely, was surprised by Yohji's sudden stop. He plowed right into him, sending Schuldig tumbling backwards. "Oi, Kudoh," he whined, rubbing his bottom, "Don't you know not to spin around like that when you're being trailed?"
Without thinking, Yohji offered his hand to help the other man up. "Don't you know not to whine when you're being offered a place to stay?" Yohji quipped.
Schuldig looked stunned. "Really?" Quickly, he coughed and tried to change his expression to one of indifference. "Ahem, yeah, I knew you'd change your mind."
Yohji just rolled his eyes and started walking back towards the hotel. "Yeah, yeah."