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 sixteen.
Omi sits at the computer, squirming somewhat uncomfortably. It wouldn't be so bad if Schuldig would stop with the narrative running through the back of his mind, and yes, I can see very well how Yohji is sucking on that lollipop. Glaring in the direction of the red head currently sitting on the couch puts Yohji out of his peripheral vision. How can Yohji just sit there drawing?
/Tunnel vision chibi. He really isn't noticing anything other than what he is drawing. Kind of interesting to peek in at his mind like this./
Really? What is he drawing that he is paying so much attention to?
/You./
Looking directly at Yohji, cerulean meets jade, and the pencil stops gliding across the paper and Yohji blinks. An instant passes before jade eyes re-focus on the world around him, an instant he needs to reconnect with the rest of the world.
Shaking off the state of mind he had gone into to draw, Yohji asks, "How is the search going?" Putting the drawing tablet and pencil down, he heads over to take a look at the computer monitor.
"Mou, I'm not having any luck finding this guy," Omi complains. "Wherever this email came from, they really don't want anyone to trace them." "Hey! What are you doing?"
Yohji tries to look innocent and almost succeeds, "Who, me? Nothing." Taking advantage of his small size, he climbs into the chair Omi is sitting in, and promptly wraps arms and legs around the previous occupant. Tucking his chin on the shoulder that is conveniently in front of him, he comments, "guess that I can fit in the chair with you."
/Wish the positions were reversed and the two of you were doing something a lot more entertaining./
Giving a mental sigh, Omi thinks really hard how he wishes that Schuldig would just shut up and get out of his head. A nasally laugh is the only response his wishing gets.
Crawford walks into the room. "Yohji, get out of that chair, you're distracting him." Before climbing out of the chair Yohji gives Omi a quick hug and a small kiss to the back of his neck, causing a shiver to run up Omi's spine.
/You thought that he was affectionate before . . ./
"Schuldig, shut up already. Yes, I'm ecstatic that Yohji is back. Yes, I think that he looks damn sexy now, but I also thought that before. Yes, watching him sucking on that lollypop is damn distracting, especially considering what else he could possibly do with his mouth." A bright blush spreads across Omi's features as soon as he realizes exactly what he has just said out loud.
Shaking his head slowly, Brad looks over at the smaller blond. "Yohji, first door on the right is the kitchen. Get yourself something and you can eat it at the table in there."
Opening his mouth to say that he would rather stay there and be with Omi; as if on cue, Yohji's stomach growls slightly. "First door on the right you say?"
"Yes."
/Brad, there a reason you're chasing Balinese away?/
Light glints off of Crawford's glasses. /Just a suspicion, but I don't want to take any chances./
/Care to share?/
/How well is Kudou anchored in that body?/
/Seems that he has a pretty solid hold on it. I haven't heard a peep of the original personality, if the original owner is still even in there at all./
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Flipping the light switch to the 'on' position, light floods the room as Yohji steps into the kitchen. Darn it, why did Schuldig have to kidnap me before I could eat back at the flower shop. Rummaging through cabinets Yohji searches for something that he can cook and not bring the entire building down around them in flames. Koneko would know what to prepare, then again, she has been cooking since the seventh grade. Holding up a container of star fruit paste he smirks, even she would have no clue what to do with this, and puts the item back in the refrigerator.
Pulling out some lunchmeats, American cheese slices, lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise, Yohji sets out on the task of making a sandwich for himself.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yohji spots the familiar bright yellow and red packet of coffee. Glancing around the room, he searches for the coffee maker. Aha, making a mental note of the fact that the coffee maker is sitting at the end of the counter he finishes up with his sandwich. Walking over, he snatches the package of Café Crema and puts a pot on to brew.
Standing there munching on his sandwich waiting for the coffee to finish, memories of the seventh grade float through his mind. Kind of fun reminiscing about high school experiences, when he had been kicked out of the house at such an early age and never had the chance to even come close to completing his education. Snatches of memories flitter through his mind; hanging out in the schoolyard goofing off with friends, walking on a path that ran behind the school connecting it to the hospital where the cafeteria was . . . yelling at someone across the school to get their attention . . . watching Koneko (but she wasn't Koneko then, she was given that name years later) slowly retreating into herself as she was being burned out by exhaustion, watching as she walked to school from the hospital every morning. It seemed that for a while she had forgotten what it was to smile, but with her problems she didn't need one. Every day, in every class, for every prayer (small school[1], and everyone knew everyone else) she always made the same request . . .
The buzzer on the coffee maker draws Yohji back to the present. After quickly finishing up the sandwich he pours himself a cup of coffee, leaving it black.
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The smell of freshly brewed coffee filters out to the office where the others are. Yohji's entrance to the room is preceded by a slight creaking of door hinges, glancing over at the monitor he can conclude that the search still hasn't turned anything useful up. Sitting back down at his earlier position, he takes up his sketchbook and continues to work on the drawing that he had started earlier. It only takes a few moments to detach himself from his surroundings and focus only on forms rather than meaning, taking dominance from the left side of his brain and giving free reign to the right side, and sinks back into what Schuldig had called 'tunnel vision'.
Without warning, Crawford announces that they should all get some sleep considering the hour. The hand clasping on his shoulder is what startles Yohji back into full alertness with a slight jump. A wide-eyed look is given to the tall American standing behind him, somewhat annoyed at being startled that way.
"Omi will be able to better continue his search after he has been able to rest properly." Crawford comments in a flat matter of fact voice.
Pulling himself into a better sitting position, Schuldig looks over at Brad, "Awe Brad, why did you have to jog the little kitten while he was drawing?"
Yohji looks over at Schuldig, still trying to get his verbal skills back, trying to put the left side of his brain[2] back in charge, but manages to give the tall red-head a questioning look before the German continues.
"The mental white noise that he makes while working like that is so soothing," Schuldig practically purrs out, "yet another good reason to keep him here as a little pet. Can we?"
Almost glaring Yohji's eyes narrow, "Schuldig, I would throw this coffee cup at you if it weren't a waste of good coffee." Gently he takes a sip of the coffee as if to illustrate his point.
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Her head is pounding as she walks through Neko's house. She knows that she is dreaming, there is no way that she could really be there, considering that she is in Japan at the moment. A noise draws Koneko's attention to the dinner table.
Alichino is standing in the middle of the table.
Something is wrong. His left eye is completely gone, leaving a gaping hole in the socket. The remaining eye is Amber. Alichino's eyes are supposed to be light blue. What is wrong with him?
Alichino meows. That doesn't sound like a meow, that doesn't sound like Alichino. A voice is heard under and woven through the cat's meow.
Tears run down Koneko's cheeks. Pain flares up through her mind as the voice begins to take form. This is a dream; I'm not supposed to feel pain.
Waking up in a cold sweat, Koneko looks around in the dark. Light filtering in through a curtained window gives the room an ethereal quality. I'm in Japan. Instinctively she reaches over to the night table to take the pills prescribed for this situation.
Pills and pills and pills . . . I'm always taking pills for everything. Always being prescribed pills for everything. Memory flits back to when she was accompanying her mom in the hospital, and remembers the last day there that the doctors started giving her pills. It was only a couple of pills at first, but now it seems that she is constantly taking pills. Pills to relax, pills to relieve aches, pills for her headaches, anti-inflammatory pills, pills for her attention span, pills to sleep, and pills to regulate the chemical levels in her brain.
With a sad look, she lets the pills slip through her fingers and back into the bottle. Not tonight, I don't need these tonight.
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Halfway across the world, Alichino stands on the dining table and meows in annoyance.
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[1] Not only was it a small school, it was also a religious school.
[2] Left side of the brain handles all the language and verbal skills. Right side handles all the visual . . .
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 sixteen.
Omi sits at the computer, squirming somewhat uncomfortably. It wouldn't be so bad if Schuldig would stop with the narrative running through the back of his mind, and yes, I can see very well how Yohji is sucking on that lollipop. Glaring in the direction of the red head currently sitting on the couch puts Yohji out of his peripheral vision. How can Yohji just sit there drawing?
/Tunnel vision chibi. He really isn't noticing anything other than what he is drawing. Kind of interesting to peek in at his mind like this./
Really? What is he drawing that he is paying so much attention to?
/You./
Looking directly at Yohji, cerulean meets jade, and the pencil stops gliding across the paper and Yohji blinks. An instant passes before jade eyes re-focus on the world around him, an instant he needs to reconnect with the rest of the world.
Shaking off the state of mind he had gone into to draw, Yohji asks, "How is the search going?" Putting the drawing tablet and pencil down, he heads over to take a look at the computer monitor.
"Mou, I'm not having any luck finding this guy," Omi complains. "Wherever this email came from, they really don't want anyone to trace them." "Hey! What are you doing?"
Yohji tries to look innocent and almost succeeds, "Who, me? Nothing." Taking advantage of his small size, he climbs into the chair Omi is sitting in, and promptly wraps arms and legs around the previous occupant. Tucking his chin on the shoulder that is conveniently in front of him, he comments, "guess that I can fit in the chair with you."
/Wish the positions were reversed and the two of you were doing something a lot more entertaining./
Giving a mental sigh, Omi thinks really hard how he wishes that Schuldig would just shut up and get out of his head. A nasally laugh is the only response his wishing gets.
Crawford walks into the room. "Yohji, get out of that chair, you're distracting him." Before climbing out of the chair Yohji gives Omi a quick hug and a small kiss to the back of his neck, causing a shiver to run up Omi's spine.
/You thought that he was affectionate before . . ./
"Schuldig, shut up already. Yes, I'm ecstatic that Yohji is back. Yes, I think that he looks damn sexy now, but I also thought that before. Yes, watching him sucking on that lollypop is damn distracting, especially considering what else he could possibly do with his mouth." A bright blush spreads across Omi's features as soon as he realizes exactly what he has just said out loud.
Shaking his head slowly, Brad looks over at the smaller blond. "Yohji, first door on the right is the kitchen. Get yourself something and you can eat it at the table in there."
Opening his mouth to say that he would rather stay there and be with Omi; as if on cue, Yohji's stomach growls slightly. "First door on the right you say?"
"Yes."
/Brad, there a reason you're chasing Balinese away?/
Light glints off of Crawford's glasses. /Just a suspicion, but I don't want to take any chances./
/Care to share?/
/How well is Kudou anchored in that body?/
/Seems that he has a pretty solid hold on it. I haven't heard a peep of the original personality, if the original owner is still even in there at all./
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Flipping the light switch to the 'on' position, light floods the room as Yohji steps into the kitchen. Darn it, why did Schuldig have to kidnap me before I could eat back at the flower shop. Rummaging through cabinets Yohji searches for something that he can cook and not bring the entire building down around them in flames. Koneko would know what to prepare, then again, she has been cooking since the seventh grade. Holding up a container of star fruit paste he smirks, even she would have no clue what to do with this, and puts the item back in the refrigerator.
Pulling out some lunchmeats, American cheese slices, lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise, Yohji sets out on the task of making a sandwich for himself.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yohji spots the familiar bright yellow and red packet of coffee. Glancing around the room, he searches for the coffee maker. Aha, making a mental note of the fact that the coffee maker is sitting at the end of the counter he finishes up with his sandwich. Walking over, he snatches the package of Café Crema and puts a pot on to brew.
Standing there munching on his sandwich waiting for the coffee to finish, memories of the seventh grade float through his mind. Kind of fun reminiscing about high school experiences, when he had been kicked out of the house at such an early age and never had the chance to even come close to completing his education. Snatches of memories flitter through his mind; hanging out in the schoolyard goofing off with friends, walking on a path that ran behind the school connecting it to the hospital where the cafeteria was . . . yelling at someone across the school to get their attention . . . watching Koneko (but she wasn't Koneko then, she was given that name years later) slowly retreating into herself as she was being burned out by exhaustion, watching as she walked to school from the hospital every morning. It seemed that for a while she had forgotten what it was to smile, but with her problems she didn't need one. Every day, in every class, for every prayer (small school[1], and everyone knew everyone else) she always made the same request . . .
The buzzer on the coffee maker draws Yohji back to the present. After quickly finishing up the sandwich he pours himself a cup of coffee, leaving it black.
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The smell of freshly brewed coffee filters out to the office where the others are. Yohji's entrance to the room is preceded by a slight creaking of door hinges, glancing over at the monitor he can conclude that the search still hasn't turned anything useful up. Sitting back down at his earlier position, he takes up his sketchbook and continues to work on the drawing that he had started earlier. It only takes a few moments to detach himself from his surroundings and focus only on forms rather than meaning, taking dominance from the left side of his brain and giving free reign to the right side, and sinks back into what Schuldig had called 'tunnel vision'.
Without warning, Crawford announces that they should all get some sleep considering the hour. The hand clasping on his shoulder is what startles Yohji back into full alertness with a slight jump. A wide-eyed look is given to the tall American standing behind him, somewhat annoyed at being startled that way.
"Omi will be able to better continue his search after he has been able to rest properly." Crawford comments in a flat matter of fact voice.
Pulling himself into a better sitting position, Schuldig looks over at Brad, "Awe Brad, why did you have to jog the little kitten while he was drawing?"
Yohji looks over at Schuldig, still trying to get his verbal skills back, trying to put the left side of his brain[2] back in charge, but manages to give the tall red-head a questioning look before the German continues.
"The mental white noise that he makes while working like that is so soothing," Schuldig practically purrs out, "yet another good reason to keep him here as a little pet. Can we?"
Almost glaring Yohji's eyes narrow, "Schuldig, I would throw this coffee cup at you if it weren't a waste of good coffee." Gently he takes a sip of the coffee as if to illustrate his point.
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Her head is pounding as she walks through Neko's house. She knows that she is dreaming, there is no way that she could really be there, considering that she is in Japan at the moment. A noise draws Koneko's attention to the dinner table.
Alichino is standing in the middle of the table.
Something is wrong. His left eye is completely gone, leaving a gaping hole in the socket. The remaining eye is Amber. Alichino's eyes are supposed to be light blue. What is wrong with him?
Alichino meows. That doesn't sound like a meow, that doesn't sound like Alichino. A voice is heard under and woven through the cat's meow.
Tears run down Koneko's cheeks. Pain flares up through her mind as the voice begins to take form. This is a dream; I'm not supposed to feel pain.
Waking up in a cold sweat, Koneko looks around in the dark. Light filtering in through a curtained window gives the room an ethereal quality. I'm in Japan. Instinctively she reaches over to the night table to take the pills prescribed for this situation.
Pills and pills and pills . . . I'm always taking pills for everything. Always being prescribed pills for everything. Memory flits back to when she was accompanying her mom in the hospital, and remembers the last day there that the doctors started giving her pills. It was only a couple of pills at first, but now it seems that she is constantly taking pills. Pills to relax, pills to relieve aches, pills for her headaches, anti-inflammatory pills, pills for her attention span, pills to sleep, and pills to regulate the chemical levels in her brain.
With a sad look, she lets the pills slip through her fingers and back into the bottle. Not tonight, I don't need these tonight.
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Halfway across the world, Alichino stands on the dining table and meows in annoyance.
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[1] Not only was it a small school, it was also a religious school.
[2] Left side of the brain handles all the language and verbal skills. Right side handles all the visual . . .