Well, this was supposed to be a one-shot but because the reviewers and I
thought that there should be at least another chapter to this, I decided to
write up another chapter just sort of being more specific about what
Schildich says. I was going to end it just there, but it seemed right to
add at least one more chapter. I might add more. I'll see what the
reviewers want. And to thank them:
Osiris Lee: Well, this was my first Weiss fic, and I just recently found out about it, unfortunately I haven't been able to see it so I'm most likely way off on characterization. Gomen ne.
Maiku-Saiyukimoto: Omi and Nagi seems to be a popular one and I find some of them sweet, but something about Schildich pulls at my heart strings...in short, I like him.
PikaPika-Chiharu-chan: Thank you! I'm glad you thought it was kawaii and I'm glad you're willing to give this pairing a try. I think most find it weird...
L'Ananda: Thank you, that means a lot. I think I'll start sort of an expansion of what he says about Omi. I really want to thank you for the idea. Arigato!
Bitterchoco20: Thank you! Heh, I wouldn't do that to poor kawaii Omi-kun...yet...
Warning: Yaoi between Omi and Schildich. Don't like, don't read.
- Schildich telepathy-
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It was one of those days that looked as if it would rain forever, never ending, droplets of rain that splashed down the cold concrete in small rivers, only to be broken by a worn sneaker that had grown sodden and frigid to the owner of the said shoes. An umbrella was tightly clutched at one hand while the other gripped a bright vibrant array of flowers, carefully arranged to look cheerful on this ominous day. With a small sneeze the shivering figure brought the jacket closer to his body, trying to retain what little warmth he had left.
A flash of lightening lit the sky and made the smaller boy stop for a moment, amazingly blue eyes mesmerized by the flash of white gold light that snaked across the darkened skies. He watched as a three pronged branch of lightening lit the skies for a brief moment before the thunderous roar made him jump in surprise and remember his goal. Readjusting the colorful bouquet so it wouldn't get hit by the frigid drops of rain he continued his trek.
After ten minutes of wandering the empty streets he came upon an isolated house, large and seemingly foreboding. He could make out lights from the windows and waded through the half flooded street before opening the gate to let himself in. He walked through the sodden grass that seemed half-drowned. His sneakers were painted with streaks of mud while his socks were drenched and dirtied as well. When he finally made his way to the door it opened before he had the chance to knock or ring the doorbell.
"Mein Gott! What is a katzechen like you doing in weather like this?"
All he could make out of the tall lean figure was the brilliant mass of liquid fire hair that looked rumpled and mussed as if he had just gotten up. A bright smile flashed across the young face before he offered the bright bouquet of flowers that still managed to look fresh despite the fact that the holder had spent nearly half an hour in the rain, battling the fierce wind.
Blinking his eyes rapidly Schildich tried to make sure Nagi wasn't playing mind tricks again for not making breakfast again. He leaned close and with a wary finger he poked at the boy's nose, eliciting a small squeak of surprise. Still not convinced he went to the source.
"Nagi! Are you playing mind tricks on me chibi?!"
"Um..."
Bright blue eyes blinked as well, a sweat drop crawling down his face. He tugged at the pristine white sleeve and made the man stare down at him. Uncertainty and surprise still clearly written over his face.
"I'm pretty sure I'm real, unless this is all a dream and I started sleepwalking in the rain. Anyways, these are for you...well, sort of for all of you."
"Em...danke?"
"No problem. I just wanted to invite you to a dinner on Saturday night, you know...to get to know each other. After all, Weiss and Schwarz are now technically over and I think we should try to be friendly to each other."
Schildich held the bright bouquet in his hands, eyes staring far into the distance as the boy spoke. After a few moments of silence, only the constant drip of the raindrops and the occasional growl of lightening, the figure shifted slightly and he looked down.
"We'll be there, even though I can't guarantee Farf's behavior."
He gave a quick wink before letting loose a brief chuckle.
"I'll try to keep him on the leash...literally."
"Okay! I'll see you then?"
"Katzechen, are you really planning to walk another half hour in that weather? I think not. In you come!"
The overly cheerful German let a hand snag the wet arm before he could turn and forcefully dragged him into the warm house of Schwartz. A trail of wet and muddied footsteps marked their journey to the living room where a cheerful fire crackled, inviting them in.
"Stay here while I get you stuff."
The man practically bounced out of the room only to return back with an armload of towels and clothes. He could barely see beyond the mound of clothe, but he managed to drop them in front of the wet guest.
"I stole some of chibi's clothes, they should fit you Omi...or do you prefer Bombay?"
"Omi."
"Ah, Omi. Well, you can change and dry and I'll be back, leave the clothes on the floor. Brad can clean it up."
The German left again and Omi quickly let his wet clothes drop on the floor, wrapped in one of the many towels before drying off and slipping into the dry clothes, relishing the feel of warmth on his cold skin. As he hugged his body and scooted close to the fire he could feel his blood run through his body once more, allowing feeling to return to his fingers and toes.
Schildich waltzed in with a mug filled with steaming hot chocolate and another filled with coffee. He offered both and Omi chose the one filled with the sweeter of two concoctions. Schildich sipped the strong bitter liquid and yawned, stretching his body leisurely. Omi simply stared at the flames. The accented voice that spoke made him jump in surprise as he answered a question that floated around his head.
"The phone's by the couch, I'm sure the King of Iciness will excuse you absence, unless he wants you to catch pneumonia or something."
Blushing he set the mug down carefully and reached for the phone, dialing the number to the Koneko. He patiently waited for the cheerfully voice of Ken to answer, knowing it was his shift at the moment.
"Moshi moshi"
"Ah, Ken-kun!"
"Omi! Where are you? Aya's going to get an ulcer if you're not here for you shift! Where are you?"
"I'm with Schildich and...um...Schwartz. You know...for the invitation for dinner?"
"Dinner? Dinner...dinner...oh, yeah! Dinner! Saturday? Yeah! I remember! You're still there?"
"Ken-kun! Did you notice the weather?! I can't walk another half hour in that! My shoes are wet!"
"I guess, don't worry, I'll cover you then, I'm sure Aya won't care."
"Thank you Ken-kun!"
"No problem, ja!"
"Ja ne!"
Letting the phone drop to it's receiver he settled back in front of the fire, relishing its warmth. Once more the accented voice spoke out in the dark.
"That Ken-kun of yours is all too cheerful."
"I could say the same for you Schildich-sama."
Cracking open one lazy sapphire eye he let a smirk slide into place.
"So that's what I get for my hospitality?"
Blushing again, Omi ducked his head and mumbled what sounded like an apology to his mug of hot chocolate. Schildich just let out a bark of laughter, sitting up properly from his armchair to take a sip of coffee.
"You're too polite katzechen, loosen up. I'm not going to kill you anymore."
Omi let a tentative smile dart across his lips before he engrossed himself to staring at the flames to avoid the sapphire gaze of the telepath. As a comfortable silence settle around both occupants and only the crackle of flames and the pounding of raindrop on the glass windows filled the room, Omi could feel drowsiness occupy his body and mind. That is until a certain American walked into the room.
"Schildich! Why is Bombay sitting in our living room?!"
Omi instinctively reached for his darts and was poised to throw them at the American when he remembered that they weren't trying to kill each other anymore. However one look at the American's cool emotionless face made him run to hide behind Schildich's armchair. Schildich only let out a lazy grin before answering.
"Brad, you scared the katzechen! Be nice to our guest! Besides they invited us to dinner Saturday, remember?"
Mumbling what sounded like curses in English and Japanese Crawford frowned at the obviously amused face of Schildich and the frightened one of Bombay as he peeked from behind the armchair that the lanky redhead occupied. Knowing that yelling at Schildich had no effect he simply ignored Bombay and focused his attention on the German.
"Get the candles, we're going to have blackout. Tell Nagi to lock Farfarello in his cell."
"Ja, ja, give me a minute! Gott, it's not like I can do this the second you tell me!"
Ignoring the frown on Crawford's face the German went through his links throughout the household and found the tie that was connected to Nagi.
-Chibi! Lock Farf in his cell, we're having a blackout. Get the candles too will you?-
-Am I your slave?-
-ja-
-Well then, yes master-
Even mentally Nagi sounded sarcastic.
Then just as if on cue, the lights flickered for a moment before plunging all occupants in the house to darkness. In the dark only one voice spoke out, one that carried a slight accent and caused an American suppress his urge to strangle said person.
"What do you know Brad? You were right!"
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Okay, that was going a bit long, so I sort of ended it here. I kinda like its ambiguous ending. The next chapter will most likely the actual dinner where the members of Schwartz will come to Weiss and they can have a nice get together! Mwaha! Anyways, read and review if you want me to continue or if you have any suggestions. Ja ne!
Osiris Lee: Well, this was my first Weiss fic, and I just recently found out about it, unfortunately I haven't been able to see it so I'm most likely way off on characterization. Gomen ne.
Maiku-Saiyukimoto: Omi and Nagi seems to be a popular one and I find some of them sweet, but something about Schildich pulls at my heart strings...in short, I like him.
PikaPika-Chiharu-chan: Thank you! I'm glad you thought it was kawaii and I'm glad you're willing to give this pairing a try. I think most find it weird...
L'Ananda: Thank you, that means a lot. I think I'll start sort of an expansion of what he says about Omi. I really want to thank you for the idea. Arigato!
Bitterchoco20: Thank you! Heh, I wouldn't do that to poor kawaii Omi-kun...yet...
Warning: Yaoi between Omi and Schildich. Don't like, don't read.
- Schildich telepathy-
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It was one of those days that looked as if it would rain forever, never ending, droplets of rain that splashed down the cold concrete in small rivers, only to be broken by a worn sneaker that had grown sodden and frigid to the owner of the said shoes. An umbrella was tightly clutched at one hand while the other gripped a bright vibrant array of flowers, carefully arranged to look cheerful on this ominous day. With a small sneeze the shivering figure brought the jacket closer to his body, trying to retain what little warmth he had left.
A flash of lightening lit the sky and made the smaller boy stop for a moment, amazingly blue eyes mesmerized by the flash of white gold light that snaked across the darkened skies. He watched as a three pronged branch of lightening lit the skies for a brief moment before the thunderous roar made him jump in surprise and remember his goal. Readjusting the colorful bouquet so it wouldn't get hit by the frigid drops of rain he continued his trek.
After ten minutes of wandering the empty streets he came upon an isolated house, large and seemingly foreboding. He could make out lights from the windows and waded through the half flooded street before opening the gate to let himself in. He walked through the sodden grass that seemed half-drowned. His sneakers were painted with streaks of mud while his socks were drenched and dirtied as well. When he finally made his way to the door it opened before he had the chance to knock or ring the doorbell.
"Mein Gott! What is a katzechen like you doing in weather like this?"
All he could make out of the tall lean figure was the brilliant mass of liquid fire hair that looked rumpled and mussed as if he had just gotten up. A bright smile flashed across the young face before he offered the bright bouquet of flowers that still managed to look fresh despite the fact that the holder had spent nearly half an hour in the rain, battling the fierce wind.
Blinking his eyes rapidly Schildich tried to make sure Nagi wasn't playing mind tricks again for not making breakfast again. He leaned close and with a wary finger he poked at the boy's nose, eliciting a small squeak of surprise. Still not convinced he went to the source.
"Nagi! Are you playing mind tricks on me chibi?!"
"Um..."
Bright blue eyes blinked as well, a sweat drop crawling down his face. He tugged at the pristine white sleeve and made the man stare down at him. Uncertainty and surprise still clearly written over his face.
"I'm pretty sure I'm real, unless this is all a dream and I started sleepwalking in the rain. Anyways, these are for you...well, sort of for all of you."
"Em...danke?"
"No problem. I just wanted to invite you to a dinner on Saturday night, you know...to get to know each other. After all, Weiss and Schwarz are now technically over and I think we should try to be friendly to each other."
Schildich held the bright bouquet in his hands, eyes staring far into the distance as the boy spoke. After a few moments of silence, only the constant drip of the raindrops and the occasional growl of lightening, the figure shifted slightly and he looked down.
"We'll be there, even though I can't guarantee Farf's behavior."
He gave a quick wink before letting loose a brief chuckle.
"I'll try to keep him on the leash...literally."
"Okay! I'll see you then?"
"Katzechen, are you really planning to walk another half hour in that weather? I think not. In you come!"
The overly cheerful German let a hand snag the wet arm before he could turn and forcefully dragged him into the warm house of Schwartz. A trail of wet and muddied footsteps marked their journey to the living room where a cheerful fire crackled, inviting them in.
"Stay here while I get you stuff."
The man practically bounced out of the room only to return back with an armload of towels and clothes. He could barely see beyond the mound of clothe, but he managed to drop them in front of the wet guest.
"I stole some of chibi's clothes, they should fit you Omi...or do you prefer Bombay?"
"Omi."
"Ah, Omi. Well, you can change and dry and I'll be back, leave the clothes on the floor. Brad can clean it up."
The German left again and Omi quickly let his wet clothes drop on the floor, wrapped in one of the many towels before drying off and slipping into the dry clothes, relishing the feel of warmth on his cold skin. As he hugged his body and scooted close to the fire he could feel his blood run through his body once more, allowing feeling to return to his fingers and toes.
Schildich waltzed in with a mug filled with steaming hot chocolate and another filled with coffee. He offered both and Omi chose the one filled with the sweeter of two concoctions. Schildich sipped the strong bitter liquid and yawned, stretching his body leisurely. Omi simply stared at the flames. The accented voice that spoke made him jump in surprise as he answered a question that floated around his head.
"The phone's by the couch, I'm sure the King of Iciness will excuse you absence, unless he wants you to catch pneumonia or something."
Blushing he set the mug down carefully and reached for the phone, dialing the number to the Koneko. He patiently waited for the cheerfully voice of Ken to answer, knowing it was his shift at the moment.
"Moshi moshi"
"Ah, Ken-kun!"
"Omi! Where are you? Aya's going to get an ulcer if you're not here for you shift! Where are you?"
"I'm with Schildich and...um...Schwartz. You know...for the invitation for dinner?"
"Dinner? Dinner...dinner...oh, yeah! Dinner! Saturday? Yeah! I remember! You're still there?"
"Ken-kun! Did you notice the weather?! I can't walk another half hour in that! My shoes are wet!"
"I guess, don't worry, I'll cover you then, I'm sure Aya won't care."
"Thank you Ken-kun!"
"No problem, ja!"
"Ja ne!"
Letting the phone drop to it's receiver he settled back in front of the fire, relishing its warmth. Once more the accented voice spoke out in the dark.
"That Ken-kun of yours is all too cheerful."
"I could say the same for you Schildich-sama."
Cracking open one lazy sapphire eye he let a smirk slide into place.
"So that's what I get for my hospitality?"
Blushing again, Omi ducked his head and mumbled what sounded like an apology to his mug of hot chocolate. Schildich just let out a bark of laughter, sitting up properly from his armchair to take a sip of coffee.
"You're too polite katzechen, loosen up. I'm not going to kill you anymore."
Omi let a tentative smile dart across his lips before he engrossed himself to staring at the flames to avoid the sapphire gaze of the telepath. As a comfortable silence settle around both occupants and only the crackle of flames and the pounding of raindrop on the glass windows filled the room, Omi could feel drowsiness occupy his body and mind. That is until a certain American walked into the room.
"Schildich! Why is Bombay sitting in our living room?!"
Omi instinctively reached for his darts and was poised to throw them at the American when he remembered that they weren't trying to kill each other anymore. However one look at the American's cool emotionless face made him run to hide behind Schildich's armchair. Schildich only let out a lazy grin before answering.
"Brad, you scared the katzechen! Be nice to our guest! Besides they invited us to dinner Saturday, remember?"
Mumbling what sounded like curses in English and Japanese Crawford frowned at the obviously amused face of Schildich and the frightened one of Bombay as he peeked from behind the armchair that the lanky redhead occupied. Knowing that yelling at Schildich had no effect he simply ignored Bombay and focused his attention on the German.
"Get the candles, we're going to have blackout. Tell Nagi to lock Farfarello in his cell."
"Ja, ja, give me a minute! Gott, it's not like I can do this the second you tell me!"
Ignoring the frown on Crawford's face the German went through his links throughout the household and found the tie that was connected to Nagi.
-Chibi! Lock Farf in his cell, we're having a blackout. Get the candles too will you?-
-Am I your slave?-
-ja-
-Well then, yes master-
Even mentally Nagi sounded sarcastic.
Then just as if on cue, the lights flickered for a moment before plunging all occupants in the house to darkness. In the dark only one voice spoke out, one that carried a slight accent and caused an American suppress his urge to strangle said person.
"What do you know Brad? You were right!"
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Okay, that was going a bit long, so I sort of ended it here. I kinda like its ambiguous ending. The next chapter will most likely the actual dinner where the members of Schwartz will come to Weiss and they can have a nice get together! Mwaha! Anyways, read and review if you want me to continue or if you have any suggestions. Ja ne!