Disclaimers: 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 fifteen.
Omi looks at the blond boy sitting in front of him in the car's passenger seat. Bound and gagged, the boy looks like he wishes to be anywhere but sitting there. It's obvious that he is making sure not to make eye contact. So Omi just sits there, watching Yohji (not Yohji, that is not him, that is Jason) gazing forward, looking into nothingness.
Damn, just sitting there like that, there is a feeling about that boy, an unknown sadness that can be seen just below the surface of those jade eyes. Why did is eyes have to look just like Yotan's . . .
"Because he is Yohji." A nasally voice says, pulling Omi from his thoughts. Both Jade and Cerulean eyes fix themselves on the driver, jade quickly darting away to stare up at the sky again. "Erik is back as well."
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Returning from the impromptu shopping trip, Aya walks back into the kitchen carrying the bags and trips over the still unconscious form of Ken. Turning his head, Aya glares back at whatever tripped him. If looks could kill, Ken would have been reduced to nothing more than a pasty substance on the floor.
Getting up, Aya goes over and checks to see if his lover is all right. Slowly he is able to rouse the dark haired man. Blue eyes blink up at him innocently, and Aya loses himself momentarily in the depths of those eyes. "What happened?"
"Huh?" Looking around, Ken pulls himself up off the floor. "Where are Yohji and Koneko?!"
"I walked in and you were on the floor.[1]"
"Last thing I remember was standing here. Yohji and Koneko were over by the stove, talking to each other in Spanish and English[2]. Then she turned the stove off, moved the pan to a back burner and turned to face Yohji." Rubbing his temples, Ken continues. "Yohji put his hand to his forehead with a pained expression, same with Koneko. After that the next thing I remember is you waking me up."
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Reaching over, Schuldig releases the seatbelt buckle for Yohji, and goes around the car to get the small blond out of the car. Reluctantly Omi opens his door and steps out of the car as well. A muffled protest calls Omi's attention back to Yohji. Schuldig is carrying him, still bound and gagged, as though he were a baby, the protest vocalized mostly towards the concept of his being carried in such a manner.
Footsteps can be heard echoing through the parking garage. The moment Crawford steps into view Yohji freezes. "You brought Yohji with you," Brad comments in English.
Schuldig glances at the apprehensive boy cradled in his arms. "Yeah. It seemed the best way to convince Bombay to come along." "Besides, he was just too adorable to leave behind."
Looking back and forth from the two men and the captive boy, Omi wonders what the next move will be. He can barely understand a word that they are saying, why do they have to speak in English!
"Bombay, there's a bag in the trunk. Bring it with you." Schuldig tells the genki assassin in Japanese. Turning back to Brad, he adds, "and the little girl handed me a package for the kitten when he wakes. It's in the glove compartment."
Annoyed, Brad walks over to his BMW, pops the trunk for Omi and then takes the package from the virtually immaculate glove compartment. Barely glancing back at Omi, he instructs him to follow them as the walk back through the parking garage and into their home.
Once inside Yohji is taken to a spare room, the room that would have belonged to Nagi had he survived his final encounter while protecting Brad and Schuldig. Trailing behind Schuldig, Omi watches as the red haired man drops his captive onto the freshly made bed and unties him. With his arms finally free Yohji reaches up quickly and removes the gag from his mouth. "Puñeta, pero tu realmente eres un hijo de la gran[3]. . ."
The words die on the tip of Yohji's tongue when he sees Omi standing somewhat hesitantly behind Schuldig. Instantly his eyes drop to the bag that Omi is toting. "Oy, is that my bag?"
Smirking, Schuldig answers, "Yep, it is. I told your friends that I was your cousin and that you would be staying with me a few days while you are here and they packed it up for you."
"You told them I'm your WHAAAT!"
"Cousin" Turning his attention to Omi, Schuldig takes the bag and lays it across the end of the bed, "Chibi, you can wash up in the bathroom down the hall and I can lend you something dry to wear till your clothes dry. My stuff will fit you like a tent, but it is better than wandering around damp and catching a cold."
"Oy, I think that Omittchi is closer to my size," Yotan comments as he pulls the carry on closer to himself and opening it to inspect the assortment of clothing that his friends packed for him. Before Omi can say anything Yohji pulls out a set of cargo pants and a black shirt. "I know that you don't really want much contact with me, but at least my clothes won't hang down to your knees like Schuldig's will," with that he tosses over the clothing that he pulled out for Omi. Looking down at the clothes that he is wearing, Yohji adds, "Besides, it's only fair considering that I took your clothes back at the koneko."
Schuldig steps in before anything else can be said, "Bombay, the bathroom is down the hall, first door to the right. Go." Looking back at Yohji still sitting on the bed, now sitting with his legs tucked beneath him making him appear very much like his namesake, a neko, "You get changed, you'll feel better after you are in your own clothes. I'll be waiting outside . . . Unless you would rather I stay in here to help you out a little?" Schuldig adds as he runs a finger down Yohji's arm causing a shiver to run up the smaller boy's spine. A nasally laugh and a smirk accentuates the action.
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Omi walks down the hallway and into the bathroom. That really is Yohji, he thinks to himself as he drops the clothing onto the tank of the toilet. Reaching into the American style shower he turns the water on. Undressing, he steps into the warm spray; just letting the water beat against his body. How far did Yohji come to find out the truth? I hit him, and he's still trying to care for me. Closing his eyes, Omi leans into the water, just feeling the way it falls into his face, not too hard, not too gentle.
My Yohji came back to me, and I'm going to lose him again when he leaves to wherever he has to go.
A light knock at the door pulls Omi from his thoughts, two distinct taps. Pushing hair out of his eyes Omi calls out, "It's open."
Hesitantly the door opens and Neko, no, Yohji steps into the room, head hung down so he can avoid looking in Omi's direction. In his hand there is a towel, which he drops on top of the clothes he had just loaned to Omi.
Pushing the shower curtain a little out of the way, Omi peeks out at Yohji. Cerulean blue eyes admire the blonde in front of him. Long blond hair is loose and falls gracefully over his shoulders, jade green eyes are partially hidden behind golden locks. Did Yohji leave his hair loose on purpose to make eye contact even more difficult to achieve? Omi's fingertips itch to reach over and run through that hair.
He is so much smaller than I am; he looks like he would fold up as easily as a kitten in my embrace. "Yohji."
Jade eyes lock on Cerulean. The difference in height forcing the smaller boy to tilt his head up, a silent question lays on slightly parted lips as Yohji faces . . . Omi.
No warning is given as Omi reaches out and pulls Yohji towards himself; one hand firmly at the back of his neck, and the other curling around his waist, pulling Yotan up, forcing him onto tiptoes to keep balance. A gasp of surprise is the only invitation that Omi needs before locking onto that sweet little mouth[4].
A slight halfhearted struggle is all he gave before giving himself up for lost when Omi kissed him. Part of him continues to struggle against new and completely unfamiliar sensations, while the rest revels in the strength pinning him. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head slightly and feels a hand move to caress his cheek.
'Lollypops... he tastes like cherry lollypops,' Omi thought, his hand moving from Yohji's cheek down to his chest and further, seeking the hem of his shirt. Slipping his hand up under the soft gray shirt Omi locates one small hard and sensitive nipple. Omi who has yet to relinquish possession over Yohji's mouth swallows the low moan emitted by the smaller boy.
A loud knock at the door, three distinct raps, pull their attention away from each other and a pair of dirty looks are shot in the direction of the door.
"Yohji come out of there now," the doorknob turns, revealing a rather irate Brad Crawford on the other side. "The two of you are not making-out until we have the information we want." Entering the small room, Brad pulls Yohji out of Omi's arms and forces him out into the hallway.
----------------------- [1] You tripped over him, but that is beside the point.
[2] This is known as Spanglish. You speak half English, and half Spanish or you use the grammatical structure of one language in the other. "Hola, how are you?" and "Open me the door" are good examples of this.
[3] "Puñeta, pero tu realmente eres un hijo de la gran. . ."= "Shit, you really are a son of a . . ."
[4] Of course his mouth is sweet . . . he ate a lollypop not that long ago.
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 fifteen.
Omi looks at the blond boy sitting in front of him in the car's passenger seat. Bound and gagged, the boy looks like he wishes to be anywhere but sitting there. It's obvious that he is making sure not to make eye contact. So Omi just sits there, watching Yohji (not Yohji, that is not him, that is Jason) gazing forward, looking into nothingness.
Damn, just sitting there like that, there is a feeling about that boy, an unknown sadness that can be seen just below the surface of those jade eyes. Why did is eyes have to look just like Yotan's . . .
"Because he is Yohji." A nasally voice says, pulling Omi from his thoughts. Both Jade and Cerulean eyes fix themselves on the driver, jade quickly darting away to stare up at the sky again. "Erik is back as well."
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Returning from the impromptu shopping trip, Aya walks back into the kitchen carrying the bags and trips over the still unconscious form of Ken. Turning his head, Aya glares back at whatever tripped him. If looks could kill, Ken would have been reduced to nothing more than a pasty substance on the floor.
Getting up, Aya goes over and checks to see if his lover is all right. Slowly he is able to rouse the dark haired man. Blue eyes blink up at him innocently, and Aya loses himself momentarily in the depths of those eyes. "What happened?"
"Huh?" Looking around, Ken pulls himself up off the floor. "Where are Yohji and Koneko?!"
"I walked in and you were on the floor.[1]"
"Last thing I remember was standing here. Yohji and Koneko were over by the stove, talking to each other in Spanish and English[2]. Then she turned the stove off, moved the pan to a back burner and turned to face Yohji." Rubbing his temples, Ken continues. "Yohji put his hand to his forehead with a pained expression, same with Koneko. After that the next thing I remember is you waking me up."
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Reaching over, Schuldig releases the seatbelt buckle for Yohji, and goes around the car to get the small blond out of the car. Reluctantly Omi opens his door and steps out of the car as well. A muffled protest calls Omi's attention back to Yohji. Schuldig is carrying him, still bound and gagged, as though he were a baby, the protest vocalized mostly towards the concept of his being carried in such a manner.
Footsteps can be heard echoing through the parking garage. The moment Crawford steps into view Yohji freezes. "You brought Yohji with you," Brad comments in English.
Schuldig glances at the apprehensive boy cradled in his arms. "Yeah. It seemed the best way to convince Bombay to come along." "Besides, he was just too adorable to leave behind."
Looking back and forth from the two men and the captive boy, Omi wonders what the next move will be. He can barely understand a word that they are saying, why do they have to speak in English!
"Bombay, there's a bag in the trunk. Bring it with you." Schuldig tells the genki assassin in Japanese. Turning back to Brad, he adds, "and the little girl handed me a package for the kitten when he wakes. It's in the glove compartment."
Annoyed, Brad walks over to his BMW, pops the trunk for Omi and then takes the package from the virtually immaculate glove compartment. Barely glancing back at Omi, he instructs him to follow them as the walk back through the parking garage and into their home.
Once inside Yohji is taken to a spare room, the room that would have belonged to Nagi had he survived his final encounter while protecting Brad and Schuldig. Trailing behind Schuldig, Omi watches as the red haired man drops his captive onto the freshly made bed and unties him. With his arms finally free Yohji reaches up quickly and removes the gag from his mouth. "Puñeta, pero tu realmente eres un hijo de la gran[3]. . ."
The words die on the tip of Yohji's tongue when he sees Omi standing somewhat hesitantly behind Schuldig. Instantly his eyes drop to the bag that Omi is toting. "Oy, is that my bag?"
Smirking, Schuldig answers, "Yep, it is. I told your friends that I was your cousin and that you would be staying with me a few days while you are here and they packed it up for you."
"You told them I'm your WHAAAT!"
"Cousin" Turning his attention to Omi, Schuldig takes the bag and lays it across the end of the bed, "Chibi, you can wash up in the bathroom down the hall and I can lend you something dry to wear till your clothes dry. My stuff will fit you like a tent, but it is better than wandering around damp and catching a cold."
"Oy, I think that Omittchi is closer to my size," Yotan comments as he pulls the carry on closer to himself and opening it to inspect the assortment of clothing that his friends packed for him. Before Omi can say anything Yohji pulls out a set of cargo pants and a black shirt. "I know that you don't really want much contact with me, but at least my clothes won't hang down to your knees like Schuldig's will," with that he tosses over the clothing that he pulled out for Omi. Looking down at the clothes that he is wearing, Yohji adds, "Besides, it's only fair considering that I took your clothes back at the koneko."
Schuldig steps in before anything else can be said, "Bombay, the bathroom is down the hall, first door to the right. Go." Looking back at Yohji still sitting on the bed, now sitting with his legs tucked beneath him making him appear very much like his namesake, a neko, "You get changed, you'll feel better after you are in your own clothes. I'll be waiting outside . . . Unless you would rather I stay in here to help you out a little?" Schuldig adds as he runs a finger down Yohji's arm causing a shiver to run up the smaller boy's spine. A nasally laugh and a smirk accentuates the action.
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Omi walks down the hallway and into the bathroom. That really is Yohji, he thinks to himself as he drops the clothing onto the tank of the toilet. Reaching into the American style shower he turns the water on. Undressing, he steps into the warm spray; just letting the water beat against his body. How far did Yohji come to find out the truth? I hit him, and he's still trying to care for me. Closing his eyes, Omi leans into the water, just feeling the way it falls into his face, not too hard, not too gentle.
My Yohji came back to me, and I'm going to lose him again when he leaves to wherever he has to go.
A light knock at the door pulls Omi from his thoughts, two distinct taps. Pushing hair out of his eyes Omi calls out, "It's open."
Hesitantly the door opens and Neko, no, Yohji steps into the room, head hung down so he can avoid looking in Omi's direction. In his hand there is a towel, which he drops on top of the clothes he had just loaned to Omi.
Pushing the shower curtain a little out of the way, Omi peeks out at Yohji. Cerulean blue eyes admire the blonde in front of him. Long blond hair is loose and falls gracefully over his shoulders, jade green eyes are partially hidden behind golden locks. Did Yohji leave his hair loose on purpose to make eye contact even more difficult to achieve? Omi's fingertips itch to reach over and run through that hair.
He is so much smaller than I am; he looks like he would fold up as easily as a kitten in my embrace. "Yohji."
Jade eyes lock on Cerulean. The difference in height forcing the smaller boy to tilt his head up, a silent question lays on slightly parted lips as Yohji faces . . . Omi.
No warning is given as Omi reaches out and pulls Yohji towards himself; one hand firmly at the back of his neck, and the other curling around his waist, pulling Yotan up, forcing him onto tiptoes to keep balance. A gasp of surprise is the only invitation that Omi needs before locking onto that sweet little mouth[4].
A slight halfhearted struggle is all he gave before giving himself up for lost when Omi kissed him. Part of him continues to struggle against new and completely unfamiliar sensations, while the rest revels in the strength pinning him. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head slightly and feels a hand move to caress his cheek.
'Lollypops... he tastes like cherry lollypops,' Omi thought, his hand moving from Yohji's cheek down to his chest and further, seeking the hem of his shirt. Slipping his hand up under the soft gray shirt Omi locates one small hard and sensitive nipple. Omi who has yet to relinquish possession over Yohji's mouth swallows the low moan emitted by the smaller boy.
A loud knock at the door, three distinct raps, pull their attention away from each other and a pair of dirty looks are shot in the direction of the door.
"Yohji come out of there now," the doorknob turns, revealing a rather irate Brad Crawford on the other side. "The two of you are not making-out until we have the information we want." Entering the small room, Brad pulls Yohji out of Omi's arms and forces him out into the hallway.
----------------------- [1] You tripped over him, but that is beside the point.
[2] This is known as Spanglish. You speak half English, and half Spanish or you use the grammatical structure of one language in the other. "Hola, how are you?" and "Open me the door" are good examples of this.
[3] "Puñeta, pero tu realmente eres un hijo de la gran. . ."= "Shit, you really are a son of a . . ."
[4] Of course his mouth is sweet . . . he ate a lollypop not that long ago.