Shi Ne
...
"Comfortable?" Nagi asked as he positioned himself at a windowsill of an out-of-commission factory just behind the Koneko no Sumu Ie.
"Nice view from here," Schuldig replied as he sat back in an old office chair.
"Bombay is in the back," Nagi absently mused.
"You're supposed to be watching Abyssinian."
"Well I can't watch what I can't see!"
"Are you sure they can't see us up here?"
"The windows are tinted, the shudders are closed and we're on the seventh floor. Even if by some miscalculation they did see someone up here, it would be impossible to tell who we are," Nagi explained.
"If you say so," Schuldig shrugged.
Nagi pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. "Bombay seems to have recovered from last week." He focused his attention solely on the flower shop. He'd get out of that stuffy factory in less than an hour if it killed him.
Schuldig smirked at Nagi and coolly turned his attention back outside.
~
Omi wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat down by the makeshift irrigation ditch he dug for easier access of water to the plants. He laid down on the ground next to the hose and watched the water flow smoothly through.
"Hey, Omi! I need that hose!" Ken's head popped out of the backdoor.
"Can it wait just a minute, Ken-kun? I'm almost done here," Omi replied, not looking up from where the water fell from the hose and onto the ground like a miniature waterfall. It put him in a sort of trance.
Ken smirked, one of those mischievous, almost evil kind of smirks. Seeing Omi lying there on the ground, in the unrelenting sun, watching the water peacefully pool around the flowers gave Ken an idea. He casually strolled over to where the boy was stretched out and whistled a little tune, innocently looking around.
Omi looked up at him suspiciously, but before he could react, Ken's foot pressed down just a bit on the nuzzle of the hose, splashing Omi from his head down to his waist. Ken then proceeded to go into a fit of laughter.
"Ah! Ken-kun!" Omi picked himself up and started wringing out his shirt onto the sidewalk. He could not; however, keep a straight face long enough when watching Ken doubled over on the ground with tears in his eyes. A playful smile appeared on his lips.
Omi, however harmless he may seem, was an assassin after all. As an assassin, he was trained to retaliate against attacks. Without a second thought, he pulled up the hose from the ground and proceeded to soak the defenseless Ken from head to toe, without mercy.
"I surrender! I surrender!" Cried Ken, unable to escape the wrath of Omi. Satisfied with the result, Omi let the water flow back down the sidewalk. "Hell hath no fury like a Bombay soaked," Ken joked as he picked himself up off the ground.
~
"Truly kitten-like behavior," Schuldig observed with his trademark smirk plastered smugly on his face.
"Uh.." Nagi seemed a bit speechless. He dropped one of his legs to hang off the windowsill while the other was used as a perch for his arms. "They look happy," he finally managed.
"They do," Schuldig agreed.
"But they're assassins. They go out at night and kill people. Murderers aren't supposed to be happy."
Schuldig spun around in his chair, vaguely amusing himself as it rolled around the room. "They may be assassins, but they're not murderers. There's a thin, thin line but a line that makes all the difference in the world."
Nagi stared wide-eyed. "So, they are the good guys."
"There's no black and white, good and bad, little one." Schuldig stopped spinning and pulled his chair up to Nagi's windowsill. "In this situation we have all the shades of gray along with the whole visible spectrum.
"Schwarz and Weiss... the fact that you say there's no black and white seems like an incredible irony."
Schuldig laughed. "Don't be too jealous. Each of them has had heartbreaks like you wouldn't believe." Nagi turned to him questioningly. "I read minds, kid. I don't ever get bored."
"You've read theirs before?"
"'Before'? Ha! It's my favorite pastime." Schuldig raised an eyebrow as a stray strand of hair detached itself from his ponytail and fell over his eyes. "I do prefer watching their dreams, though."
Nagi calmly turned to face the window again. He looked down at Bombay who was currently laughing at how massively soaked he managed to get his friend. Siberian, meanwhile, tried to salvage whatever dry spot of his clothes by wringing the water out over Bombay's feet. "What does Weiss dream about?"
~
Yohji was pissed. He flew down the stairs of the building they worked and resided in and stormed outside past a rather oblivious Ran. He angrily grabbed the knob of the backdoor and swung it open, marching roughly to where Omi and Ken stood.
~
"Balinese." Schuldig's lips curved up.
~
"I actually managed to get Aya to let me take a shower. I go to turn the faucet on and all the water pressure goes to hell!" Yohji looked upset.
"You need to ask Aya permission to take a shower?" Omi asked, pouting as he tried to hide the still running hose behind his back.
Yohji crossed his arms and looked at the two standing in front of him. He arched an eyebrow. "What were you two doing?"
"Nothing," Omi answered quickly. Ken dripped at him.
"Doesn't look like nothing," Yohji said slyly. Ken discretely took the hose from behind Omi's back and hid it behind his own.
"Yohji. Did you say... you were going to take a shower?" Before Yohji even managed to open his mouth, a flood of water came at him. Even when his clothes were definitely saturated, Ken showed no mercy. Omi could barely hold in laughter as Yohji tripped backwards and fell roughly onto the ground.
~
"Wet Balinese."
"Don't let Crawford hear you talking like that."
"Is that concern I hear, little one?"
Nagi didn't reply. "What does he dream about?"
"He has nightmares about his lost love." Schuldig sighed. "Asuka, Asuka, Asuka. It's the only name he calls in his sleep."
"I never thought of him as a commitment type of person."
"He isn't and she's the reason why. He's afraid to get attached again only to have his love be taken away."
"He's attached to Weiss."
"He thinks there's a difference." Schuldig sneered. "He thinks it wouldn't hurt as much."
"Would it?"
"More."
~
"Ken! I'm going to kick your ass!" Yohji screamed as best as he could without swallowing any water. He could not; however, keep the laughter down at his current predicament.
Quite unexpectedly to everyone involved, the high water pressure from the hose suddenly died down to just a small drizzle. Ken, Omi and Yohji looked up at the possible source of this distraction. Ran stood at the backdoor, one arm on his hip and one hand on the valve.
"Aya-kun! We were just playing. You're not angry are you?" Omi didn't like being in trouble, especially with Ran.
"Why would Aya be angry? He's the only dry one, after all." Yohji smirked and pulled himself up off the ground.
Ran didn't respond. Instead, he held out his free hand to Ken and gave each of them their own personalized death glare. Ken sighed and walked over to him, handing him the hose.
"No fun, Aya." Yohji pouted as he wringed out his hair. Ken took a few steps back from Ran, holding his palms up in front of him as a sign of surrender. Still completely silent, Ran began rolling the hose back up.
"Hey.. Aya.." Ken said pleadingly, a tiny smile curving his lips. The redhead looked up at him, furious eyes narrowed. Ken swallowed hard, a nervous feeling formed in his stomach. I'm definitely going to die, he thought to himself.
"Aya, shi ne!" He yelled as he pulled his water bottle off his belt and squirted ice cold water at Ran.
~
"He's going to absolutely kill him." Nagi was biting his lip.
"He absolutely will not."
"Crawford would."
"Crawford and Abyssinian may seem alike in personalities, but they are very different people." Schuldig explained. If there was anything he knew, it was people's minds.
~
Yohji and Omi stood next to each other, each in their respective puddle, jaws dropped, eyes wide, breath stopped. Ken's smile only faded a little, which was admirable under the apocalyptic glare of the ice god himself. Slowly, slowly, Ran's hand moved over the valve and water started gradually pouring out of the hose. Ken ran like hell.
Omi laughed, holding his side which threatened to split at any moment. This he could have never predicted.
~
Nagi laughed, a significantly quieter laugh than Omi, but Nagi was never expected to laugh at all.
"Never heard you do that before," Schuldig commented, resting his chin on his palm.
"Yea, me neither."
~
The hose was rather long which accommodated Ran well as he stalked Ken around the garden.
"Aya, let's be fair!" Ken beckoned, backing away slowly with his hands in front of him. Ran gained on him, hose idle for the moment, letting the water fall to the ground. He looked dangerous. Ken laughed nervously. "I only squirted you a little. Look, I'm all soaked anyway and your shirt is just a little wet." Ran was not to be swayed. "Aya.. I can't fight back."
Ken had never been the most graceful creature. Backing away from Ran, he managed to trip over his own feet and down he went. Ran swiftly grabbed Ken's arms to prevent any sort of escape and slipped the hose into his shirt, letting it do its work.
~
"Schuldig, what do they dream about?"
Schuldig smirked and looked up at Nagi. The boy seemed somehow more relaxed than usual. He appeared to be just some normal kid sitting on a window ledge, not the heartless telekinetic of an assassin group bent on taking over the world. He looked almost innocent.
"Abyssinian and Siberian.. what do they dream about?" Nagi added, not sure if Schuldig knew who his question referred to.
"Each other."
...
"Comfortable?" Nagi asked as he positioned himself at a windowsill of an out-of-commission factory just behind the Koneko no Sumu Ie.
"Nice view from here," Schuldig replied as he sat back in an old office chair.
"Bombay is in the back," Nagi absently mused.
"You're supposed to be watching Abyssinian."
"Well I can't watch what I can't see!"
"Are you sure they can't see us up here?"
"The windows are tinted, the shudders are closed and we're on the seventh floor. Even if by some miscalculation they did see someone up here, it would be impossible to tell who we are," Nagi explained.
"If you say so," Schuldig shrugged.
Nagi pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. "Bombay seems to have recovered from last week." He focused his attention solely on the flower shop. He'd get out of that stuffy factory in less than an hour if it killed him.
Schuldig smirked at Nagi and coolly turned his attention back outside.
~
Omi wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat down by the makeshift irrigation ditch he dug for easier access of water to the plants. He laid down on the ground next to the hose and watched the water flow smoothly through.
"Hey, Omi! I need that hose!" Ken's head popped out of the backdoor.
"Can it wait just a minute, Ken-kun? I'm almost done here," Omi replied, not looking up from where the water fell from the hose and onto the ground like a miniature waterfall. It put him in a sort of trance.
Ken smirked, one of those mischievous, almost evil kind of smirks. Seeing Omi lying there on the ground, in the unrelenting sun, watching the water peacefully pool around the flowers gave Ken an idea. He casually strolled over to where the boy was stretched out and whistled a little tune, innocently looking around.
Omi looked up at him suspiciously, but before he could react, Ken's foot pressed down just a bit on the nuzzle of the hose, splashing Omi from his head down to his waist. Ken then proceeded to go into a fit of laughter.
"Ah! Ken-kun!" Omi picked himself up and started wringing out his shirt onto the sidewalk. He could not; however, keep a straight face long enough when watching Ken doubled over on the ground with tears in his eyes. A playful smile appeared on his lips.
Omi, however harmless he may seem, was an assassin after all. As an assassin, he was trained to retaliate against attacks. Without a second thought, he pulled up the hose from the ground and proceeded to soak the defenseless Ken from head to toe, without mercy.
"I surrender! I surrender!" Cried Ken, unable to escape the wrath of Omi. Satisfied with the result, Omi let the water flow back down the sidewalk. "Hell hath no fury like a Bombay soaked," Ken joked as he picked himself up off the ground.
~
"Truly kitten-like behavior," Schuldig observed with his trademark smirk plastered smugly on his face.
"Uh.." Nagi seemed a bit speechless. He dropped one of his legs to hang off the windowsill while the other was used as a perch for his arms. "They look happy," he finally managed.
"They do," Schuldig agreed.
"But they're assassins. They go out at night and kill people. Murderers aren't supposed to be happy."
Schuldig spun around in his chair, vaguely amusing himself as it rolled around the room. "They may be assassins, but they're not murderers. There's a thin, thin line but a line that makes all the difference in the world."
Nagi stared wide-eyed. "So, they are the good guys."
"There's no black and white, good and bad, little one." Schuldig stopped spinning and pulled his chair up to Nagi's windowsill. "In this situation we have all the shades of gray along with the whole visible spectrum.
"Schwarz and Weiss... the fact that you say there's no black and white seems like an incredible irony."
Schuldig laughed. "Don't be too jealous. Each of them has had heartbreaks like you wouldn't believe." Nagi turned to him questioningly. "I read minds, kid. I don't ever get bored."
"You've read theirs before?"
"'Before'? Ha! It's my favorite pastime." Schuldig raised an eyebrow as a stray strand of hair detached itself from his ponytail and fell over his eyes. "I do prefer watching their dreams, though."
Nagi calmly turned to face the window again. He looked down at Bombay who was currently laughing at how massively soaked he managed to get his friend. Siberian, meanwhile, tried to salvage whatever dry spot of his clothes by wringing the water out over Bombay's feet. "What does Weiss dream about?"
~
Yohji was pissed. He flew down the stairs of the building they worked and resided in and stormed outside past a rather oblivious Ran. He angrily grabbed the knob of the backdoor and swung it open, marching roughly to where Omi and Ken stood.
~
"Balinese." Schuldig's lips curved up.
~
"I actually managed to get Aya to let me take a shower. I go to turn the faucet on and all the water pressure goes to hell!" Yohji looked upset.
"You need to ask Aya permission to take a shower?" Omi asked, pouting as he tried to hide the still running hose behind his back.
Yohji crossed his arms and looked at the two standing in front of him. He arched an eyebrow. "What were you two doing?"
"Nothing," Omi answered quickly. Ken dripped at him.
"Doesn't look like nothing," Yohji said slyly. Ken discretely took the hose from behind Omi's back and hid it behind his own.
"Yohji. Did you say... you were going to take a shower?" Before Yohji even managed to open his mouth, a flood of water came at him. Even when his clothes were definitely saturated, Ken showed no mercy. Omi could barely hold in laughter as Yohji tripped backwards and fell roughly onto the ground.
~
"Wet Balinese."
"Don't let Crawford hear you talking like that."
"Is that concern I hear, little one?"
Nagi didn't reply. "What does he dream about?"
"He has nightmares about his lost love." Schuldig sighed. "Asuka, Asuka, Asuka. It's the only name he calls in his sleep."
"I never thought of him as a commitment type of person."
"He isn't and she's the reason why. He's afraid to get attached again only to have his love be taken away."
"He's attached to Weiss."
"He thinks there's a difference." Schuldig sneered. "He thinks it wouldn't hurt as much."
"Would it?"
"More."
~
"Ken! I'm going to kick your ass!" Yohji screamed as best as he could without swallowing any water. He could not; however, keep the laughter down at his current predicament.
Quite unexpectedly to everyone involved, the high water pressure from the hose suddenly died down to just a small drizzle. Ken, Omi and Yohji looked up at the possible source of this distraction. Ran stood at the backdoor, one arm on his hip and one hand on the valve.
"Aya-kun! We were just playing. You're not angry are you?" Omi didn't like being in trouble, especially with Ran.
"Why would Aya be angry? He's the only dry one, after all." Yohji smirked and pulled himself up off the ground.
Ran didn't respond. Instead, he held out his free hand to Ken and gave each of them their own personalized death glare. Ken sighed and walked over to him, handing him the hose.
"No fun, Aya." Yohji pouted as he wringed out his hair. Ken took a few steps back from Ran, holding his palms up in front of him as a sign of surrender. Still completely silent, Ran began rolling the hose back up.
"Hey.. Aya.." Ken said pleadingly, a tiny smile curving his lips. The redhead looked up at him, furious eyes narrowed. Ken swallowed hard, a nervous feeling formed in his stomach. I'm definitely going to die, he thought to himself.
"Aya, shi ne!" He yelled as he pulled his water bottle off his belt and squirted ice cold water at Ran.
~
"He's going to absolutely kill him." Nagi was biting his lip.
"He absolutely will not."
"Crawford would."
"Crawford and Abyssinian may seem alike in personalities, but they are very different people." Schuldig explained. If there was anything he knew, it was people's minds.
~
Yohji and Omi stood next to each other, each in their respective puddle, jaws dropped, eyes wide, breath stopped. Ken's smile only faded a little, which was admirable under the apocalyptic glare of the ice god himself. Slowly, slowly, Ran's hand moved over the valve and water started gradually pouring out of the hose. Ken ran like hell.
Omi laughed, holding his side which threatened to split at any moment. This he could have never predicted.
~
Nagi laughed, a significantly quieter laugh than Omi, but Nagi was never expected to laugh at all.
"Never heard you do that before," Schuldig commented, resting his chin on his palm.
"Yea, me neither."
~
The hose was rather long which accommodated Ran well as he stalked Ken around the garden.
"Aya, let's be fair!" Ken beckoned, backing away slowly with his hands in front of him. Ran gained on him, hose idle for the moment, letting the water fall to the ground. He looked dangerous. Ken laughed nervously. "I only squirted you a little. Look, I'm all soaked anyway and your shirt is just a little wet." Ran was not to be swayed. "Aya.. I can't fight back."
Ken had never been the most graceful creature. Backing away from Ran, he managed to trip over his own feet and down he went. Ran swiftly grabbed Ken's arms to prevent any sort of escape and slipped the hose into his shirt, letting it do its work.
~
"Schuldig, what do they dream about?"
Schuldig smirked and looked up at Nagi. The boy seemed somehow more relaxed than usual. He appeared to be just some normal kid sitting on a window ledge, not the heartless telekinetic of an assassin group bent on taking over the world. He looked almost innocent.
"Abyssinian and Siberian.. what do they dream about?" Nagi added, not sure if Schuldig knew who his question referred to.
"Each other."