nDisclaimers: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, or any of its respective
characters. So please don't sue me, I don't have any money.
This story is also written as a continuation of NekoSandy's "Fractured Futures Trilogy" and is written with her permission, so for the love of mercy don't harass me for using the original characters that appeared in her story.
A New Dawn Emerges. Part ten.
Koneko watches as Neko latches on to the handrail. Darn it, she was hoping to at the very least get him into a lifeboat before he started reacting like this. The ship is moving, there is no way that he is going to get into another boat, only one option exists. They are going to have to swim to shore. At least living on an island gives them an advantage; both are pretty strong swimmers, though they have to make it to the water before there is more than a kilometer between them and the shore. Hopefully the shock of the water will make Neko react like a normal person.
Quickly she glances over at the red head and the blonde and wonders how she will tell them that the most logical choice is making a dive for it. Before she can even open her mouth, smirking, the red haired guy makes a diving motion with his hand, as if letting her know that he also thought of the same thing.
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Reaching over, Schuldig pulls Yohji away from the railing and engulfs the frantically struggling blonde within his arms. Lifting Yohji from the floor, he makes his way to the outer deck; fighting to keep the diminutive sized boy in his grip as the struggles increase incredibly once they have emerged into the crisp sea air. Emotions crash into Schuldig's mind, mercilessly battering against the shields that protect his psyche.
The emotions beating at his mind cause the tall redhead to slightly stagger to the side, his hip hitting against the hard metal railing. Seeing the slight opening caused by the momentary impact, Yohji attempts to scramble from his current captor. Schuldig looks up in time to see the green eyed blond fall into a defensive stance, the boy's entire frame trembling. He is going to have to fight to get Yotan under control again, a situation that Schu does not relish contemplating now that Yohji is armed, dangerous and not thinking clearly.
Yohji is thrown forward when Koneko-chan attacks him with a running tackle, sending him stumbling closer to the edge. The small girl drops down to a crouching posture and launches her final attack against the person she loves like a brother. Launching forward, she catches him in the abdomen and takes hold, letting her momentum carry them even closer to the edge. When the initial momentum wanes, she continues pushing them towards the railing, silently praying that her lower body strength is enough to move him. A final impulse sends both careening over the edge of the ship and plunging into the dark waters below. With Schuldig and Omi diving in after them.
A quick visual scan across the waters informs Schuldig that Yohji and his little female friend have yet to surface. Sending out silent tendrils of mental energy, he finds the reason. Sudden immersion in the cold water has wreaked havoc with their inner ear, resulting in vertigo; they can't find their way to the surface. Without immediate aid, Yohji will die for a second time.
Without a second thought, Schuldig locks Omi onto Yotan's position as the currents carry his new incarnation further and further beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath, he watches as the blond assassin dives back under the waves in search of the mysterious blond, while Schu swims after the girl.
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Aya pulls his coat closer around himself as the winds start to pick up. Glaring at the brightly lit entrance to the club, he only manages to make several people feel uncomfortable without knowing why, except for the sensation of someone walking over their graves. "Siberian, has Bombay checked in with you?" Abyssinian growls into the communications device assigned by Kritiker, his voice dropping into a husky purr.
The radio responds with a slight static, which clears immediately. "I haven't heard back from him yet," from the tone of voice Ken uses, Aya can already imagine the ex-soccer player leaning lazily against the stonewall of his designated observation point. A faint smile cracks across the stoic redhead's face when a string of sputtered curses can be heard over the open radio line, followed almost immediately by Ken halfway whining, halfway complaining about a bird, the recent bird droppings, and Ken's brand new leather jacket.
Stalking back to the Porsche, Aya flips open the slim silver Vaio notebook. After a brief search, he locates the tracking program that Omi set up in to lock into the tracking chips implanted into each member of Weiss upon their induction to the team. Four signals are visible on the screen, four little crosses; a cold chill runs through his body when it dawns on him that Yohji's chip is still active. Disregarding the signal glaring at him from the cemetery, he concentrates on the other three. One signal (his) across the street from the club, one (Ken) behind the club, and one at the pier... The only reason Omi would leave the mission location, without checking in, would be because he is in trouble. Opening the lines of communication once again, "Siberian, get on your bike. Bombay is at the pier."
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Wrapping his arms around the drowning boy's waist, Omi begins the ascent to the waters surface. A gasp can be heard when they reach open air, and the young assassin starts moving towards the edge of the pier. Quiet coughing and sputtering draws his attention to the person he is towing.
The smaller blond remarks, "I can swim on my own."
A skeptical look crosses Omi's face as he continues paddling through the dark waters. "Are you sure?"
"Hai," is the immediate response.
Cautiously, Omi relinquishes his grip on the mysterious blonde. The blonde bobs up and down in the water momentarily before regaining his confidence and starts paddling his way towards solid ground with strong strokes. Only one thing makes Omittchi uncomfortable. the blonde is shivering constantly, even while swimming. What is going to happen when they get out of the water and into the cold night air?
Within what seems to be mere moments, they have arrived at a small metal ladder that leads to the upper dock, and out of the water. Neko is holding one of the supports in order to take a small reprieve from swimming while waiting for Omi to arrive, before climbing the ladder to solid ground.
"After you," Omi tells the badly shivering blonde in front of him.
Yohji just nods his head, takes a hold of the metal rung and begins the ascent. Shortly after, he feels the warmth of Omi's body as the bright eyed assassin climbs up directly underneath him, making sure that there is no way Yohji's shivering would cause him to fall back into the water. Every so often, Yohji pauses and leans into Omi's make-shift embrace when the cold has settled too deep into his joints sending a dull ache through his entire physical form. "Gomen ne, Omittchi," Yohji comments, while turning his head slightly to look at Omi in his peripheral vision, "I just can't seem to stay out of your arms." Throwing a kiss in Omi's direction, Yohji finishes climbing the cold hard ladder and stands firmly on solid ground.
Feet planted apart, Yohji tries to stay standing, tries to defy everything that his body is screaming to him. The shivering has stopped, but the wretched cold is still there. Wrapping his arms around his torso in a vain attempt to remain warm, his legs give out and send him sprawling to the floor, gasping from the exertion of the swim and the cold painful numbness slowly spreading to every limb of his being. His body aches from the cold, levels of temperature that this body has never had to endure. Opening his eyes, he can see Omi kneeling next to him, a look of pure concern is etched in cerulean blue eyes. Jade eyes dilating, he can barely focus on the face that has haunted his dreams, the face of an avenging angel stained in blood, and shrouded in darkness.
Pulling himself up despite the pain, he looks into the face that he tried to forget. "I've traveled from the other side. to forget a ghost that never existed," a small laugh tumbles from his lips, "Never realized the ghost was me." Leaning forward, holding onto the archer's shoulder for support, Yohji plants a light kiss on Omi's slightly parted lips and finally succumbs to blissful unconsciousness.
Confusion is the only emotion that crosses Omi's awareness as he looks down at the unconscious form lying in his lap. Looking up, he can see Aya's Porsche pull up and park beside the car, he would hazard to guess is, owned by Schuldig. In the distance Bombay can hear the motor of Ken's motorcycle.
Aya quickly emerges from the Porsche and makes his way to where Omi is still sitting with the unconscious boy in his lap. "Bombay, are you alright?"
"Hai, even though I had a little help with the mission," is the response from the smaller assassin. As if on cue, Schuldig finishes climbing up onto land, carrying an unconscious small blonde girl, Koneko-chan.
The German just looks over at Omi, "She collapsed halfway up the ladder and couldn't finish climbing, and after the way that your little boyfriend threatened me back on the ship," a smirk spreads across the features of the tall red-head, "well, I just couldn't leave her." "Heh, especially after his little comment about not caring if he has to come back from the dead again." A few long strides brings Schu to where Omi is sitting near the car, and places the girl near Yohji.
A faint mewling sound can be heard from Koneko as Schuldig begins unbuttoning her shirt. "Omi, start stripping your kitten," Schuldig says to a bewildered Bombay. Turning to Aya, and motioning towards his car, "in the backseat there are some dry towels. Get those and bring them here."
Aya stands his ground, while eyeing Koneko and Schuldig simultaneously, a scowl planted across his features. Seeing the girl again brings forth the question of how she knew the names and corresponding codenames of all of Wei?'s members, including Yohji's. Moving towards the car indicated, unsure of why he is doing this exactly, even more so of why that cursed telepath is insisting that those two be stripped.
"Because they are going into hypothermic shock, and these wet clothes are making their condition worse, ignorant bastard," is the sharp retort from the 'cursed telepath,' "and if you want to know why this kid knows the names and codenames. Well, I would suggest that you ask Omi's little boy- toy when he is out of danger of dying from hypothermia. But don't throttle the kid too badly when you do, I have to ask him a few questions of my own." Schuldig looks pensive for a moment, "though the answers I want from him are probably going to be easier to get after your little group has talked to him."
The towels are all but thrown at Schuldig. "Omi, go with Schuldig and make sure that these two are brought to the shop."
An enthusiastic nod is the response from Omi, even though he is still reeling from the kiss received from the boy. Neko-kun? "Hai, I'll make sure that they get there," he comments while unbuttoning the soaked leather pants, "and Schuldig, he is not my boyfriend."
"Right, kid," is the only remark made as the German born assassin begins wrapping a dry towel around Koneko and unceremoniously dumps her into the backseat of his car. Walking back to Omi and Yohji, while ignoring Aya, he drops a dry towel on Omi's head and picks up the now stripped Yotan (who also has a towel wrapped around him for decency's sake). "Omi, grab their clothes and drop them in the trunk. You get to sit in back with them. they need another source of body heat, and guess who has been elected for the job. I can tell you for sure that it isn't 'mister I-have-a-freaking-icicle- up-my-ass' over there, that chill would outright kill them."
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Yohji slowly opens his eyes, and quickly shuts them. Damn contact lenses! They stayed in all night. Oy, where is Koneko and the contact lenses case with the saline solution. Gingerly he rubs his eyes, hoping for some relief from the scratchiness and the dryness. Rolling out of bed, the next question comes to mind, the query of what exactly happened to his clothes, and why he is not wearing them. Grabbing the flat sheet from the bed, he loosely wraps that around his waist for decency sake.
Squeaky hinges alert him that someone is opening the door and a dark haired young man pokes his head into the room to check on its occupant.
"Good morning Kenken," is the first thing that pops out of Yotan's mouth before he can stop himself. A mischievous smile finds its way onto Yohji's face. "Oy, have you seen what happened to my clothes? I'm feeling a little vulnerable at the moment." Turning slightly, he can see both his and Ken's reflection in the window pane and the smile drops away.
"Kid, how did you know my name?"
Jade eyes deepen in hue as a touch of melancholy seeps into them. "I've known your name since I woke from my accident three months ago. Before then, I knew it when I joined..."
A noise distracts him, not a noise, a voice; a girl is apologizing and repeating, in heavily accented Japanese, that she doesn't understand. Straining to hear better, Yohji picks up Aya's voice as well, it seems that the amethyst eyed red-head is trying to interrogate Koneko and find out why she knows Wei?'s codenames. From the strain that he is hearing in the girl's voice, and as well as he knows her, he can very well guess that she is pretty soon going to try and hit Aya. Would Aya hit a girl that much smaller than himself? He probably would.
"Excuse me Kenken," Yohji says as he darts past the ex-soccer player and finally out of the room. In the hallway there is only one other door that is open, Omi's room. Ducking into the open room, he can see Koneko on the bed, pulling a sheet around herself with Aya glaring at her, repeating his questions vehemently.
Yohji's eyes lock on the girl. The way that she is positioning herself on the bed is a clear indication to anyone that knows her what she is going to do. Taking in a deep breath he yells at the petite blond girl, "Koneko, ni lo piensas. Si lo atrevas, el te va a caer encima y te va a dar ese unico cantaso, que vas a regresar a Puerto Rico con la marca. no, con la bota completita del bastardo diablo peli-colorado ese, Aya, espetado en tu culo. Mentira! Te lo van a tener que sacar quirurgicamente por la boca. Me oyes carajo!!![1]" Breathe in, breathe out and continue, "y despues, yo le voy a tener que caer encima, y mira lo chiquito que soy, y mira lo grande que es el. Puñeta! Y si de una patada el te manda al maldito de mayaguez, imaginate, coño, que me va a pasar? Yo, yo me caigo jodido en Vieques dentro de la jodia base, y ahi me jodi otra vez, carajo, porque me van a pegar como treinta jodios tiros. Ya, por culpa tuya, por meterle una pata' en los huevos a este baka voy a caer otra vez en el hospital, en coma. Y de esa jodienda no regreso, ni lo imaginas carajo.[2]" His hands return to their position on his hips after unconsciously gesturing, accenting each word, including having done a sweeping motion in Aya's direction each time a reference was made about the vengeful red-head.
Tucking legs underneath, and making a delicate hand gesture in the air, Koneko nonchalantly comments, "Neko, que mal pensao tu eres. No le iba a meter una patada en las bolas, le iba a meter una cantaso en las canillas.[3]"
An incredulous look spreads across Yohji's features, his right hand darts up to his forehead, "Peor! Ni le hace efecto. Y aun el te mata, carajo.[4]"
Before the girl can make a comment, Yotan directs his attention to the red- head in question, and switches back into a language that Aya would understand; Japanese. "How dare you?" Jade eyes narrow in aggression as he glowers up at Aya. "She couldn't understand you, and you kept harassing her. Does it make you feel better to intimidate someone smaller than you? Is that what this is about?"
Amethyst eyes focus on the small green-eyed blond. "Iie. It is something else."
"Aya, then what is it about?" looking directly into slitted violet eyes, Yohji waves an arm in the irate redhead's direction, fingertips brush lightly against the material of Aya's sleeve.
A flicker flashes through violet eyes an instant before Aya slams the small blond boy against the wall, violence screaming from behind long lashes. Hands grappling for a grip find their way to Yohji's neck, his thumb pressing against the larynx, forcing him to look up. Something about those jade eyes is painfully familiar. Sorrow, buried deep beneath the surface, accompanied by pain and angst. Further, beyond everything else visible in that ocean of jade, there is loyalty, devotion, trust, admiration and friendship.
Without warning, Ken pulls Aya off of Yohji, letting the smaller boy drop to the floor. The impression of Aya's hand a riot of red around the boy's neck. Kenken, please still be the mother hen that I know you are. Leaning against the wall, Yotan lets his head bob down, in a motion that shows off the mark appearing on his neck. The motion gets the reaction desired, Ken is sitting next to him, making sure that he is okay, and making sure that Aya stays the hell away. Gentle fingers check the area, making sure that no further damage has occurred. Ken thinks that I'm a kid, around Omi's age, maybe younger, but in that general area. Hmm, wonder how he will react when he finds out that I'm still older than everyone else in Weiß, heck, how will he react when he finds out that Koneko is older than me!
"Ken-kun, Aya-kun, tell Omittchi that Koneko and I are going to borrow some of his stuff so we aren't wandering around in sheets. I'm sure that he wont mind, at least I hope he wont." Quickly he glances up at Ken and Aya. "When Omi gets back from school we will sit down and talk, and then is when I will try to answer everyone's questions. Though, you might not like the answers," and how will you react when I tell you that I'm back. What will happen when I tell you that I'm really Yohji Kudou in a different body? Omi, I'm scared of how you will react. Please lend me the strength of your love to go through with this.
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----------------------- [1] Koneko, don't even think about it. If you even attempt it, he is going to kick your ass and he is going to kick you so hard that you will return to Puerto Rico with the imprint. no, Aya's, that red haired devil bastard's, entire boot is going to be shoved up your ass. Hell! They will have to surgically remove it through your mouth. Are you listening to me, damn it!!!
[2] And then, I'm going to have to fight him, and look at how small I am, and look at how big he is. Shit! And if from one kick he will send you straight to damn Mayagüez, imagine, damn it, what will happen to me? Me, I'll land fucked up in Vieques inside the fucking base, and there I'm fucked again, shit, because they will shoot me about thirty fucking times. Great, because you decided to kick this baka in the balls, I'm going to land in the hospital again, in a coma. And, shit, don't even imagine that I'm coming back from that fucking.
[3] Neko, what bad thoughts you have. I wasn't going to kick him in the balls, I was going to kick him in the shins.
[4] Worse! It won't even affect him. Shit, and he would still kill you.
This story is also written as a continuation of NekoSandy's "Fractured Futures Trilogy" and is written with her permission, so for the love of mercy don't harass me for using the original characters that appeared in her story.
A New Dawn Emerges. Part ten.
Koneko watches as Neko latches on to the handrail. Darn it, she was hoping to at the very least get him into a lifeboat before he started reacting like this. The ship is moving, there is no way that he is going to get into another boat, only one option exists. They are going to have to swim to shore. At least living on an island gives them an advantage; both are pretty strong swimmers, though they have to make it to the water before there is more than a kilometer between them and the shore. Hopefully the shock of the water will make Neko react like a normal person.
Quickly she glances over at the red head and the blonde and wonders how she will tell them that the most logical choice is making a dive for it. Before she can even open her mouth, smirking, the red haired guy makes a diving motion with his hand, as if letting her know that he also thought of the same thing.
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Reaching over, Schuldig pulls Yohji away from the railing and engulfs the frantically struggling blonde within his arms. Lifting Yohji from the floor, he makes his way to the outer deck; fighting to keep the diminutive sized boy in his grip as the struggles increase incredibly once they have emerged into the crisp sea air. Emotions crash into Schuldig's mind, mercilessly battering against the shields that protect his psyche.
The emotions beating at his mind cause the tall redhead to slightly stagger to the side, his hip hitting against the hard metal railing. Seeing the slight opening caused by the momentary impact, Yohji attempts to scramble from his current captor. Schuldig looks up in time to see the green eyed blond fall into a defensive stance, the boy's entire frame trembling. He is going to have to fight to get Yotan under control again, a situation that Schu does not relish contemplating now that Yohji is armed, dangerous and not thinking clearly.
Yohji is thrown forward when Koneko-chan attacks him with a running tackle, sending him stumbling closer to the edge. The small girl drops down to a crouching posture and launches her final attack against the person she loves like a brother. Launching forward, she catches him in the abdomen and takes hold, letting her momentum carry them even closer to the edge. When the initial momentum wanes, she continues pushing them towards the railing, silently praying that her lower body strength is enough to move him. A final impulse sends both careening over the edge of the ship and plunging into the dark waters below. With Schuldig and Omi diving in after them.
A quick visual scan across the waters informs Schuldig that Yohji and his little female friend have yet to surface. Sending out silent tendrils of mental energy, he finds the reason. Sudden immersion in the cold water has wreaked havoc with their inner ear, resulting in vertigo; they can't find their way to the surface. Without immediate aid, Yohji will die for a second time.
Without a second thought, Schuldig locks Omi onto Yotan's position as the currents carry his new incarnation further and further beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath, he watches as the blond assassin dives back under the waves in search of the mysterious blond, while Schu swims after the girl.
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Aya pulls his coat closer around himself as the winds start to pick up. Glaring at the brightly lit entrance to the club, he only manages to make several people feel uncomfortable without knowing why, except for the sensation of someone walking over their graves. "Siberian, has Bombay checked in with you?" Abyssinian growls into the communications device assigned by Kritiker, his voice dropping into a husky purr.
The radio responds with a slight static, which clears immediately. "I haven't heard back from him yet," from the tone of voice Ken uses, Aya can already imagine the ex-soccer player leaning lazily against the stonewall of his designated observation point. A faint smile cracks across the stoic redhead's face when a string of sputtered curses can be heard over the open radio line, followed almost immediately by Ken halfway whining, halfway complaining about a bird, the recent bird droppings, and Ken's brand new leather jacket.
Stalking back to the Porsche, Aya flips open the slim silver Vaio notebook. After a brief search, he locates the tracking program that Omi set up in to lock into the tracking chips implanted into each member of Weiss upon their induction to the team. Four signals are visible on the screen, four little crosses; a cold chill runs through his body when it dawns on him that Yohji's chip is still active. Disregarding the signal glaring at him from the cemetery, he concentrates on the other three. One signal (his) across the street from the club, one (Ken) behind the club, and one at the pier... The only reason Omi would leave the mission location, without checking in, would be because he is in trouble. Opening the lines of communication once again, "Siberian, get on your bike. Bombay is at the pier."
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Wrapping his arms around the drowning boy's waist, Omi begins the ascent to the waters surface. A gasp can be heard when they reach open air, and the young assassin starts moving towards the edge of the pier. Quiet coughing and sputtering draws his attention to the person he is towing.
The smaller blond remarks, "I can swim on my own."
A skeptical look crosses Omi's face as he continues paddling through the dark waters. "Are you sure?"
"Hai," is the immediate response.
Cautiously, Omi relinquishes his grip on the mysterious blonde. The blonde bobs up and down in the water momentarily before regaining his confidence and starts paddling his way towards solid ground with strong strokes. Only one thing makes Omittchi uncomfortable. the blonde is shivering constantly, even while swimming. What is going to happen when they get out of the water and into the cold night air?
Within what seems to be mere moments, they have arrived at a small metal ladder that leads to the upper dock, and out of the water. Neko is holding one of the supports in order to take a small reprieve from swimming while waiting for Omi to arrive, before climbing the ladder to solid ground.
"After you," Omi tells the badly shivering blonde in front of him.
Yohji just nods his head, takes a hold of the metal rung and begins the ascent. Shortly after, he feels the warmth of Omi's body as the bright eyed assassin climbs up directly underneath him, making sure that there is no way Yohji's shivering would cause him to fall back into the water. Every so often, Yohji pauses and leans into Omi's make-shift embrace when the cold has settled too deep into his joints sending a dull ache through his entire physical form. "Gomen ne, Omittchi," Yohji comments, while turning his head slightly to look at Omi in his peripheral vision, "I just can't seem to stay out of your arms." Throwing a kiss in Omi's direction, Yohji finishes climbing the cold hard ladder and stands firmly on solid ground.
Feet planted apart, Yohji tries to stay standing, tries to defy everything that his body is screaming to him. The shivering has stopped, but the wretched cold is still there. Wrapping his arms around his torso in a vain attempt to remain warm, his legs give out and send him sprawling to the floor, gasping from the exertion of the swim and the cold painful numbness slowly spreading to every limb of his being. His body aches from the cold, levels of temperature that this body has never had to endure. Opening his eyes, he can see Omi kneeling next to him, a look of pure concern is etched in cerulean blue eyes. Jade eyes dilating, he can barely focus on the face that has haunted his dreams, the face of an avenging angel stained in blood, and shrouded in darkness.
Pulling himself up despite the pain, he looks into the face that he tried to forget. "I've traveled from the other side. to forget a ghost that never existed," a small laugh tumbles from his lips, "Never realized the ghost was me." Leaning forward, holding onto the archer's shoulder for support, Yohji plants a light kiss on Omi's slightly parted lips and finally succumbs to blissful unconsciousness.
Confusion is the only emotion that crosses Omi's awareness as he looks down at the unconscious form lying in his lap. Looking up, he can see Aya's Porsche pull up and park beside the car, he would hazard to guess is, owned by Schuldig. In the distance Bombay can hear the motor of Ken's motorcycle.
Aya quickly emerges from the Porsche and makes his way to where Omi is still sitting with the unconscious boy in his lap. "Bombay, are you alright?"
"Hai, even though I had a little help with the mission," is the response from the smaller assassin. As if on cue, Schuldig finishes climbing up onto land, carrying an unconscious small blonde girl, Koneko-chan.
The German just looks over at Omi, "She collapsed halfway up the ladder and couldn't finish climbing, and after the way that your little boyfriend threatened me back on the ship," a smirk spreads across the features of the tall red-head, "well, I just couldn't leave her." "Heh, especially after his little comment about not caring if he has to come back from the dead again." A few long strides brings Schu to where Omi is sitting near the car, and places the girl near Yohji.
A faint mewling sound can be heard from Koneko as Schuldig begins unbuttoning her shirt. "Omi, start stripping your kitten," Schuldig says to a bewildered Bombay. Turning to Aya, and motioning towards his car, "in the backseat there are some dry towels. Get those and bring them here."
Aya stands his ground, while eyeing Koneko and Schuldig simultaneously, a scowl planted across his features. Seeing the girl again brings forth the question of how she knew the names and corresponding codenames of all of Wei?'s members, including Yohji's. Moving towards the car indicated, unsure of why he is doing this exactly, even more so of why that cursed telepath is insisting that those two be stripped.
"Because they are going into hypothermic shock, and these wet clothes are making their condition worse, ignorant bastard," is the sharp retort from the 'cursed telepath,' "and if you want to know why this kid knows the names and codenames. Well, I would suggest that you ask Omi's little boy- toy when he is out of danger of dying from hypothermia. But don't throttle the kid too badly when you do, I have to ask him a few questions of my own." Schuldig looks pensive for a moment, "though the answers I want from him are probably going to be easier to get after your little group has talked to him."
The towels are all but thrown at Schuldig. "Omi, go with Schuldig and make sure that these two are brought to the shop."
An enthusiastic nod is the response from Omi, even though he is still reeling from the kiss received from the boy. Neko-kun? "Hai, I'll make sure that they get there," he comments while unbuttoning the soaked leather pants, "and Schuldig, he is not my boyfriend."
"Right, kid," is the only remark made as the German born assassin begins wrapping a dry towel around Koneko and unceremoniously dumps her into the backseat of his car. Walking back to Omi and Yohji, while ignoring Aya, he drops a dry towel on Omi's head and picks up the now stripped Yotan (who also has a towel wrapped around him for decency's sake). "Omi, grab their clothes and drop them in the trunk. You get to sit in back with them. they need another source of body heat, and guess who has been elected for the job. I can tell you for sure that it isn't 'mister I-have-a-freaking-icicle- up-my-ass' over there, that chill would outright kill them."
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Yohji slowly opens his eyes, and quickly shuts them. Damn contact lenses! They stayed in all night. Oy, where is Koneko and the contact lenses case with the saline solution. Gingerly he rubs his eyes, hoping for some relief from the scratchiness and the dryness. Rolling out of bed, the next question comes to mind, the query of what exactly happened to his clothes, and why he is not wearing them. Grabbing the flat sheet from the bed, he loosely wraps that around his waist for decency sake.
Squeaky hinges alert him that someone is opening the door and a dark haired young man pokes his head into the room to check on its occupant.
"Good morning Kenken," is the first thing that pops out of Yotan's mouth before he can stop himself. A mischievous smile finds its way onto Yohji's face. "Oy, have you seen what happened to my clothes? I'm feeling a little vulnerable at the moment." Turning slightly, he can see both his and Ken's reflection in the window pane and the smile drops away.
"Kid, how did you know my name?"
Jade eyes deepen in hue as a touch of melancholy seeps into them. "I've known your name since I woke from my accident three months ago. Before then, I knew it when I joined..."
A noise distracts him, not a noise, a voice; a girl is apologizing and repeating, in heavily accented Japanese, that she doesn't understand. Straining to hear better, Yohji picks up Aya's voice as well, it seems that the amethyst eyed red-head is trying to interrogate Koneko and find out why she knows Wei?'s codenames. From the strain that he is hearing in the girl's voice, and as well as he knows her, he can very well guess that she is pretty soon going to try and hit Aya. Would Aya hit a girl that much smaller than himself? He probably would.
"Excuse me Kenken," Yohji says as he darts past the ex-soccer player and finally out of the room. In the hallway there is only one other door that is open, Omi's room. Ducking into the open room, he can see Koneko on the bed, pulling a sheet around herself with Aya glaring at her, repeating his questions vehemently.
Yohji's eyes lock on the girl. The way that she is positioning herself on the bed is a clear indication to anyone that knows her what she is going to do. Taking in a deep breath he yells at the petite blond girl, "Koneko, ni lo piensas. Si lo atrevas, el te va a caer encima y te va a dar ese unico cantaso, que vas a regresar a Puerto Rico con la marca. no, con la bota completita del bastardo diablo peli-colorado ese, Aya, espetado en tu culo. Mentira! Te lo van a tener que sacar quirurgicamente por la boca. Me oyes carajo!!![1]" Breathe in, breathe out and continue, "y despues, yo le voy a tener que caer encima, y mira lo chiquito que soy, y mira lo grande que es el. Puñeta! Y si de una patada el te manda al maldito de mayaguez, imaginate, coño, que me va a pasar? Yo, yo me caigo jodido en Vieques dentro de la jodia base, y ahi me jodi otra vez, carajo, porque me van a pegar como treinta jodios tiros. Ya, por culpa tuya, por meterle una pata' en los huevos a este baka voy a caer otra vez en el hospital, en coma. Y de esa jodienda no regreso, ni lo imaginas carajo.[2]" His hands return to their position on his hips after unconsciously gesturing, accenting each word, including having done a sweeping motion in Aya's direction each time a reference was made about the vengeful red-head.
Tucking legs underneath, and making a delicate hand gesture in the air, Koneko nonchalantly comments, "Neko, que mal pensao tu eres. No le iba a meter una patada en las bolas, le iba a meter una cantaso en las canillas.[3]"
An incredulous look spreads across Yohji's features, his right hand darts up to his forehead, "Peor! Ni le hace efecto. Y aun el te mata, carajo.[4]"
Before the girl can make a comment, Yotan directs his attention to the red- head in question, and switches back into a language that Aya would understand; Japanese. "How dare you?" Jade eyes narrow in aggression as he glowers up at Aya. "She couldn't understand you, and you kept harassing her. Does it make you feel better to intimidate someone smaller than you? Is that what this is about?"
Amethyst eyes focus on the small green-eyed blond. "Iie. It is something else."
"Aya, then what is it about?" looking directly into slitted violet eyes, Yohji waves an arm in the irate redhead's direction, fingertips brush lightly against the material of Aya's sleeve.
A flicker flashes through violet eyes an instant before Aya slams the small blond boy against the wall, violence screaming from behind long lashes. Hands grappling for a grip find their way to Yohji's neck, his thumb pressing against the larynx, forcing him to look up. Something about those jade eyes is painfully familiar. Sorrow, buried deep beneath the surface, accompanied by pain and angst. Further, beyond everything else visible in that ocean of jade, there is loyalty, devotion, trust, admiration and friendship.
Without warning, Ken pulls Aya off of Yohji, letting the smaller boy drop to the floor. The impression of Aya's hand a riot of red around the boy's neck. Kenken, please still be the mother hen that I know you are. Leaning against the wall, Yotan lets his head bob down, in a motion that shows off the mark appearing on his neck. The motion gets the reaction desired, Ken is sitting next to him, making sure that he is okay, and making sure that Aya stays the hell away. Gentle fingers check the area, making sure that no further damage has occurred. Ken thinks that I'm a kid, around Omi's age, maybe younger, but in that general area. Hmm, wonder how he will react when he finds out that I'm still older than everyone else in Weiß, heck, how will he react when he finds out that Koneko is older than me!
"Ken-kun, Aya-kun, tell Omittchi that Koneko and I are going to borrow some of his stuff so we aren't wandering around in sheets. I'm sure that he wont mind, at least I hope he wont." Quickly he glances up at Ken and Aya. "When Omi gets back from school we will sit down and talk, and then is when I will try to answer everyone's questions. Though, you might not like the answers," and how will you react when I tell you that I'm back. What will happen when I tell you that I'm really Yohji Kudou in a different body? Omi, I'm scared of how you will react. Please lend me the strength of your love to go through with this.
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----------------------- [1] Koneko, don't even think about it. If you even attempt it, he is going to kick your ass and he is going to kick you so hard that you will return to Puerto Rico with the imprint. no, Aya's, that red haired devil bastard's, entire boot is going to be shoved up your ass. Hell! They will have to surgically remove it through your mouth. Are you listening to me, damn it!!!
[2] And then, I'm going to have to fight him, and look at how small I am, and look at how big he is. Shit! And if from one kick he will send you straight to damn Mayagüez, imagine, damn it, what will happen to me? Me, I'll land fucked up in Vieques inside the fucking base, and there I'm fucked again, shit, because they will shoot me about thirty fucking times. Great, because you decided to kick this baka in the balls, I'm going to land in the hospital again, in a coma. And, shit, don't even imagine that I'm coming back from that fucking.
[3] Neko, what bad thoughts you have. I wasn't going to kick him in the balls, I was going to kick him in the shins.
[4] Worse! It won't even affect him. Shit, and he would still kill you.