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 nineteen.
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Trailing fingertips along the wall, Yohji heads for the living room, secure in the knowledge that Omi is still there typing away at the computer trying to find out the location of that Adrian Noir person.
A figure sitting at the computer is enough to confirm his suspicion. The small size and blond hair are enough proof that it is Omi sitting there. "Hey Omi, how is the search coming along?"
Omi looks back at Yohji, "Are you sure that you should be up? You took quite a beating from Crawford."
"I'm fine." Carefully he makes his way over to where Omi is sitting and climbs into the chair behind the current occupant. "Just wanted to spend a little time with you," he says while resting his chin on Omi's shoulder, "that's all."
Gasping slightly at the touch, Omi looks down to see Yohji's arms and legs wrapped around him. "Yohji," the sweet voice comes out a little sterner than usual, "You are distracting."
Nuzzling at his ear Yohji quips back, "I try to be, glad to see that it is working."
"Ne, Yohji," this question has been going around in the back of his mind for a while now. "When I kissed you in the shower . . . why did you taste like lollypops?"
A small snort escapes the boy. "I can't smoke in this body. Actually, I tried, nearly turned green and tried to cough up a lung for my trouble. But you know how I love to have something in my mouth," Yohji chuckles softly, "and for the moment I've been sucking . . . on a lot of lollypops, seem to be the safest option at the moment. Though, right now there is something else that I would love to try . . . sucking on."
Shaking his head, Omi keeps on typing . . . and feels Yohji moving around behind him, getting more comfortable. Feather light kisses begin fluttering across the back of his neck. Moaning slightly, he leans further back into those kisses, each one seeming to melt and pool around his abdomen becoming tighter and tighter. One hand slithers up the front of his shirt and agile fingers begin playing with his nipples as the other hand rests infuriatingly on his groin.
"Keep typing."
What!? Keep Typing!? Cerulean eyes widen impossibly, "Yohji?"
The hand resting on his groin moves, plunging down the front of Omi's shorts. Yohji's voice has dropped a few octaves, "you heard me, keep typing . . . you are supposed to be researching. I'm just trying to make sure you don't get bored."
Long fingers wrap around Omi's erect member trapped within the shorts. Nearly panting Omi tries to twist around enough to capture Yohji's lips. Just when he has managed to trap those luscious candy flavoured lips and has won complete and utter victory against the smaller boy's mouth. Someone pulls the chair back[1].
The sudden motion eliciting a squeak from Yohji, a noise that Omi had never expected to hear from the other assassin.
"Hi chibis . . . I thought that Brad said no making out until Omi finished finding that guy?" "Yotan, out of the chair."
Arms and legs wrap more securely around Omi, making his highly aroused state painfully more obvious.
"Balinese, I'm serious . . . out of the chair."
"No." Jade green eyes flash defiantly.
Schuldig pulls the chair further away from the computer desk and picks Yohji up out of the seat with a little difficulty. Unceremoniously the diminutive boy is dropped on the floor where he promptly scrambles into a cross-legged position to salvage any of his dignity that might be left after being treated like a plush toy again.
"What's the matter chibi?"
A gasp of surprise escapes Yohji when the red head sits down behind him and pulls the small blond into his lap, his legs unravelling from their crossed position. "I'm not a toy, so quit treating me like one. . ."
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Koneko walks through the hallway once again. Alichino's meow draws her attention to the dining room table. Standing on the table is the grey lynx- point cat, his pink nose turned to the girl. Something about those eyes is wrong. He only has one eye. Why does he only have one eye?
Not much time left . . . A voice in the air.
Quickly, she turns around to see who could have made that comment. There isn't a soul to be seen. Turning back, reveals Alichino gone. In his place is a tall man with white hair and a patch over one eye, there is a nasty scar on the bridge of his nose. He speaks, even though normally she does not understand Japanese, here it comes across clear as a bell. "There isn't much time left."
In a moment of hesitation, Koneko slightly steps back . . . and hears the slight sound of water beneath her feet. The man in front of her steps towards her, in his hand is a large conch shell. Her eyes are glued to the shell. Away from the ocean they bring misfortune trying to return to their natural home.
She wakes in a cold sweat. A glance at the digital clock tells her that it is 7:45am. He told me something, a message that I have to give. It was only a dream. It was only a dream. Pain threads its way through her head. Sitting on the night table, next to the clock are her pills. I don't need you, she thinks determinedly to herself after they arrived unconsciously to her hand.
The other girl in the room is still fast asleep. Quickly Koneko pulls on some warm clothes to make sure she doesn't catch a chill while outside and scribbles out a note for Yolissa in case she wakes before Koneko returns. Pocketing the key card, the blonde strolls out of the room, down the hallways and eventually out of the hotel with only a vague notion of where she is going.
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After licking a line up Yohji's cheek, Schuldig laughs as the smaller boy flinches away from the action. "Carajo. . . Dejame quieto. . . What the fuck. . . Leave me alone you perv."
"Chibi, you were teasing poor Omittchi, I thought that it was just fair to tease you a little." Snickering, the German holds the blonde a little closer.
Cerulean eyes widening, "let him go. . . Yotan always loved to tease me."
"Well then, I suppose that this means I should let the kitty cat get up." The grip on the reluctant blonde eases up slightly and Yohji scampers up and away from the red head.
By the time breakfast noises are heard in the kitchen, a testament to Brad being awake and making breakfast[2], Yohji can be found lounging in a chair somewhat dozing off while Omi continues at the computer.
Getting bored, Yotan gets out of his chair and goes over to have a look at the information that keeps popping up on the screen. Out of the corner of his eye a flash of red past a doorway indicates that the German is in the kitchen with the American. -----------------------
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[1] Darn it!!!! Almost had a lemon right there . . . .'''
[2] Schuldig can't even make toast without burning the house down.
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Responses to Reviews:
Yannie: Consider Brad thoroughly scolded for you. Though I cannot promise that he will be nice. . . he is under quite a bit of stress at the moment. ^.~
Soulshadow: Yohji appreciates your sympathy. . . and I appreciate your enthusiasm. Thank you! XD
Kasra: Glad that you liked the fic. . . the 'Fractured Futures Trilogy' by Nekosandy can be found on my site (), I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading that as well (I was inspired so much that this entire fic came about from it. ^.~) *adds another vote for Schu/Yohji/Omi*
Gale: I have every intention of keeping Schu protective of Yotan. . . even if he might say that he is only doing so to find Erik quicker. Thank you for being understanding towards Braddie. . . he is under a lot of stress. Maybe next chapter he will make it up to Yotan?
me ^.^ : Thank you for the praise, and gomen for making you wait so long for the next chapter. . . I'll try to make the next ones quicker.
ChibiNani: I'm just happy that people enjoy my little story. . . and it really does mean a lot to me when they actually take the time to actually leave me feedback. I practically do a happy little dance around the room for each new review that I get. ^^;;;
This time it wasn't Brad that cut the lemon scene out. . . it was Schuschu, how's that for variation? As for Sloat. . . uhm, I'll keep my comments to myself on that one, same for Aya and Ken's reactions.
You know where I live? Eeep!!! *runs and hides*
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 nineteen.
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Trailing fingertips along the wall, Yohji heads for the living room, secure in the knowledge that Omi is still there typing away at the computer trying to find out the location of that Adrian Noir person.
A figure sitting at the computer is enough to confirm his suspicion. The small size and blond hair are enough proof that it is Omi sitting there. "Hey Omi, how is the search coming along?"
Omi looks back at Yohji, "Are you sure that you should be up? You took quite a beating from Crawford."
"I'm fine." Carefully he makes his way over to where Omi is sitting and climbs into the chair behind the current occupant. "Just wanted to spend a little time with you," he says while resting his chin on Omi's shoulder, "that's all."
Gasping slightly at the touch, Omi looks down to see Yohji's arms and legs wrapped around him. "Yohji," the sweet voice comes out a little sterner than usual, "You are distracting."
Nuzzling at his ear Yohji quips back, "I try to be, glad to see that it is working."
"Ne, Yohji," this question has been going around in the back of his mind for a while now. "When I kissed you in the shower . . . why did you taste like lollypops?"
A small snort escapes the boy. "I can't smoke in this body. Actually, I tried, nearly turned green and tried to cough up a lung for my trouble. But you know how I love to have something in my mouth," Yohji chuckles softly, "and for the moment I've been sucking . . . on a lot of lollypops, seem to be the safest option at the moment. Though, right now there is something else that I would love to try . . . sucking on."
Shaking his head, Omi keeps on typing . . . and feels Yohji moving around behind him, getting more comfortable. Feather light kisses begin fluttering across the back of his neck. Moaning slightly, he leans further back into those kisses, each one seeming to melt and pool around his abdomen becoming tighter and tighter. One hand slithers up the front of his shirt and agile fingers begin playing with his nipples as the other hand rests infuriatingly on his groin.
"Keep typing."
What!? Keep Typing!? Cerulean eyes widen impossibly, "Yohji?"
The hand resting on his groin moves, plunging down the front of Omi's shorts. Yohji's voice has dropped a few octaves, "you heard me, keep typing . . . you are supposed to be researching. I'm just trying to make sure you don't get bored."
Long fingers wrap around Omi's erect member trapped within the shorts. Nearly panting Omi tries to twist around enough to capture Yohji's lips. Just when he has managed to trap those luscious candy flavoured lips and has won complete and utter victory against the smaller boy's mouth. Someone pulls the chair back[1].
The sudden motion eliciting a squeak from Yohji, a noise that Omi had never expected to hear from the other assassin.
"Hi chibis . . . I thought that Brad said no making out until Omi finished finding that guy?" "Yotan, out of the chair."
Arms and legs wrap more securely around Omi, making his highly aroused state painfully more obvious.
"Balinese, I'm serious . . . out of the chair."
"No." Jade green eyes flash defiantly.
Schuldig pulls the chair further away from the computer desk and picks Yohji up out of the seat with a little difficulty. Unceremoniously the diminutive boy is dropped on the floor where he promptly scrambles into a cross-legged position to salvage any of his dignity that might be left after being treated like a plush toy again.
"What's the matter chibi?"
A gasp of surprise escapes Yohji when the red head sits down behind him and pulls the small blond into his lap, his legs unravelling from their crossed position. "I'm not a toy, so quit treating me like one. . ."
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Koneko walks through the hallway once again. Alichino's meow draws her attention to the dining room table. Standing on the table is the grey lynx- point cat, his pink nose turned to the girl. Something about those eyes is wrong. He only has one eye. Why does he only have one eye?
Not much time left . . . A voice in the air.
Quickly, she turns around to see who could have made that comment. There isn't a soul to be seen. Turning back, reveals Alichino gone. In his place is a tall man with white hair and a patch over one eye, there is a nasty scar on the bridge of his nose. He speaks, even though normally she does not understand Japanese, here it comes across clear as a bell. "There isn't much time left."
In a moment of hesitation, Koneko slightly steps back . . . and hears the slight sound of water beneath her feet. The man in front of her steps towards her, in his hand is a large conch shell. Her eyes are glued to the shell. Away from the ocean they bring misfortune trying to return to their natural home.
She wakes in a cold sweat. A glance at the digital clock tells her that it is 7:45am. He told me something, a message that I have to give. It was only a dream. It was only a dream. Pain threads its way through her head. Sitting on the night table, next to the clock are her pills. I don't need you, she thinks determinedly to herself after they arrived unconsciously to her hand.
The other girl in the room is still fast asleep. Quickly Koneko pulls on some warm clothes to make sure she doesn't catch a chill while outside and scribbles out a note for Yolissa in case she wakes before Koneko returns. Pocketing the key card, the blonde strolls out of the room, down the hallways and eventually out of the hotel with only a vague notion of where she is going.
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After licking a line up Yohji's cheek, Schuldig laughs as the smaller boy flinches away from the action. "Carajo. . . Dejame quieto. . . What the fuck. . . Leave me alone you perv."
"Chibi, you were teasing poor Omittchi, I thought that it was just fair to tease you a little." Snickering, the German holds the blonde a little closer.
Cerulean eyes widening, "let him go. . . Yotan always loved to tease me."
"Well then, I suppose that this means I should let the kitty cat get up." The grip on the reluctant blonde eases up slightly and Yohji scampers up and away from the red head.
By the time breakfast noises are heard in the kitchen, a testament to Brad being awake and making breakfast[2], Yohji can be found lounging in a chair somewhat dozing off while Omi continues at the computer.
Getting bored, Yotan gets out of his chair and goes over to have a look at the information that keeps popping up on the screen. Out of the corner of his eye a flash of red past a doorway indicates that the German is in the kitchen with the American. -----------------------
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[1] Darn it!!!! Almost had a lemon right there . . . .'''
[2] Schuldig can't even make toast without burning the house down.
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Responses to Reviews:
Yannie: Consider Brad thoroughly scolded for you. Though I cannot promise that he will be nice. . . he is under quite a bit of stress at the moment. ^.~
Soulshadow: Yohji appreciates your sympathy. . . and I appreciate your enthusiasm. Thank you! XD
Kasra: Glad that you liked the fic. . . the 'Fractured Futures Trilogy' by Nekosandy can be found on my site (), I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading that as well (I was inspired so much that this entire fic came about from it. ^.~) *adds another vote for Schu/Yohji/Omi*
Gale: I have every intention of keeping Schu protective of Yotan. . . even if he might say that he is only doing so to find Erik quicker. Thank you for being understanding towards Braddie. . . he is under a lot of stress. Maybe next chapter he will make it up to Yotan?
me ^.^ : Thank you for the praise, and gomen for making you wait so long for the next chapter. . . I'll try to make the next ones quicker.
ChibiNani: I'm just happy that people enjoy my little story. . . and it really does mean a lot to me when they actually take the time to actually leave me feedback. I practically do a happy little dance around the room for each new review that I get. ^^;;;
This time it wasn't Brad that cut the lemon scene out. . . it was Schuschu, how's that for variation? As for Sloat. . . uhm, I'll keep my comments to myself on that one, same for Aya and Ken's reactions.
You know where I live? Eeep!!! *runs and hides*