Gomen ne for the slow down! I had a bit of trouble with all the stuff I had to do and then my AOL didn't work...still doesn't...so I had to resort to internet explorer...but anyways, thank you all for being patient and well, thank you for the reviews!
L'Ananda: Thank you for the suggestion first, and I'm glad you thought it was well written out. [Blush] Yeah, I know it was short, but I couldn't think of any other way to end it or make it longer...
Maiku: Thank you! And Schu called Nagi something like chibi, but it's up the reader to think what they like!
Bugnuks and Crossbows: Well, it's just a preference thing.
Donna: Thank you, so did I.
Osiris-Lee: Yeah, I'll have the pairing kick in soon, but it's still in the early stages, need them to get more comfortable with each other first. [Kicks computer ] [Stops Farf]
Bitterchoco20: Heh, yeah, just make sure of that.
Anyways, a notice. I will be gone from the 21st to the 26th, going on vacation! Anyways, there will be no internet connection, sorry to say, so I'll have to update when I come back.
Warning: Yaoi between Omi and Schuldich, maybe some Brad and Aya on request.
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It was close to closing time at the Koneko. Aya was taking care of the last minuet buyers; Ken doing the last watering for the plants, Youji was being useful and helping Omi sweep the floors. As the last customer went on his way, Aya flipped the close sign over and tugged off his apron, the rest following his suit. As they trudged to the part of the Koneko that they lived in, Ken made himself comfortable on the couch, fighting for the right of the TV with Youji. Aya and Omi made dinner.
Dinner went by and Weiss went on its separate ways. Ken was watching TV, Aya was reading in his room, Youji was getting ready for a date, and Omi was doing his homework upstairs. It was a normal night, nothing out of the ordinary. For the moment at least...
As Youji waved his goodbye and opened the door, he was greeted by the faces of Schwartz. With a blink he stared at them, wondering why they were coming to the Koneko for no apparent reason.
"Because we have a mission. If there were no reason to be here, we wouldn't be here."
Youji frowned at the German telepath's smirking face. With a sigh he let them enter, going back to his room to change into his normal clothes, muttering about losing a perfectly good date for the sake of a mission. Ken peeked out after seeing the sigh of Youji stomping away.
"Schwartz?"
"Siberian."
"Erm...welcome?"
"We're not here for a visit...we have a mission, bring down Abyssinian and Bombay."
Ken blinked at Crawford's business like tone before shrugging it off.
"Erm...sit down..."
Ken wandered off to the base of the stairs, yelling out his teammate's name. Aya of course came down immediately; face not showing an ounce of surprise at the unannounced arrival of Schwartz. Youji came sauntering down too, dressed back to his casual clothes, a look of grumpiness and disappointment clearly written across his face.
"So who do we have to kill today?"
"Where's Omi-kun?"
Nagi's voice interrupted Youji.
"We cannot start without Bombay."
With another grumble Youji frowned at being cut off.
"He's most likely killing his ear drums."
With a sigh Aya glared at Youji before rising to get Omi. He returned soon with Omi with him, a sheepish smile covering his lips.
"Gomen ne, I didn't hear Ken-kun."
With a shrug Crawford continued on, business toned.
"Target's supposed to be a business associate of Takatori. It's not much of a matter of security alarms or such; it's more of his guards. He's got the standard security, but he's armed himself with guards that could easily outnumber us."
"By how many?"
"We'll be outnumbered at least three to one, maybe more. We'll have to take them all out and send one person to take out the target. It won't be easy, but it's not the hardest mission."
"When are we being sent out?"
"We have another hour or so. It's close by, not too far."
"Fine...we'll get ready, prepare for being outnumbered, think your strategies through. I don't want anything sloppy happening. We do this quick as possible."
Aya stared hard at each Weiss member, making sure that they could feel the weight of his words. Aya stared at Crawford as well, eyes cold and calculating.
"How do you plan to attack?"
"I thought we could split them into two groups. Have them distracted and have one of you slip in with on of us."
Aya stared at Omi, eyes asking the silent question.
"Hai Aya-kun, I'll do it..."
"Wait...Aya, you're sending Omi?"
"He's the only one that can access the security without getting caught. It'll take too much of a team effort for one of us to go and have Omi walk you through the security. This way, all three of us can fight them and only one person goes after the target."
"Not to worry, the katzechen will be with me."
Schuldich gave a little wave before staring off into space again. Omi nodded before going back to his room. Aya too climbed the stairs, disappearing from view as Youji just continued to lounge at the couch. Ken simply started a conversation with Nagi, giving off no exterior sign of any thought to the mission. Schuldich however sighed, standing from his position on the couch and climbed the stairs as well, provoking a look from Youji.
"Don't worry; he's gone off to meditate."
"Meditate?"
Farfarello nodded before fixing his gaze on the white wall like before, disregarding Youji's face.
"Why does he need to meditate?"
Farfarello slowly let his eye fix onto Youji, blinking before he answered.
"How would you like it if there were thousands of voices screaming in your head?"
Schuldich slowly knocked upon the door he knew belonged to Omi. When he received no answer he opened it, finding the boy on his desk, laptop open and typing away. Headphone covered his ears as the occasional word slipped from his lips before he dissolved back to humming. Smiling at the image of such a normal teen he slowly tapped Omi's shoulder. Startled Omi jumped, turning to face the redhead.
"Ah, Schuldich-san. Gomen ne, I didn't hear you...again..."
"Don't add the –san...it just doesn't go with my name...anyways. Omi, you said? I need a kinda quiet place...you think you can provide me that?"
"You can stay here if you don't me being on my laptop...may I ask why?"
"I need to meditate a bit. Helps me sort out the voices in here."
He touched his forehead with a pale finger. At Omi's nod he smirked and sat on the bed, one of the only places that weren't occupied. Surrounding the room was a keyboard in a corner, a violin and cello lying in their cases, and large piles of sheet music adorned a shelf. Omi's computer was switched on with what looked like a report on the screen while the laptop looked like the security of the building.
Seeing that the boy was busy, Schuldich sighed and closed his eyes, letting darkness sink around him. The voices seemed to rise in volume until he began to breathe in steady breathes, pushing out with each breath, the voices, creating a wall around the ones that he didn't need to hear. A soft hum filled his head as the number of voices decreased to those around the city.
Omi stared hard at the screen, studying the security that was set around the building. It was standard, the sensor motions, the guards, although he had more than normal people did. The target was supposed to be in the office. If he could go through the ventilation system and get a clear shot with his darts...but the chance that the slits in the ventilation system were side enough for his darts was doubtful.
Maybe he could catch him when he went out in the halls...but that would make it hard not to be caught by the guards...but maybe with the telepath it could be done...if Weiss and Schwartz had most of the guards distracted, then with a few well places darts or arrows and help from the telepath, he could easily take out the target.
Satisfied with himself, Omi shut off the laptop and began to fill his darts with the proper concoctions. He laid out some tranquilizers, some paralyzing liquids, and poison for the target with some spare just in case. As he meticulously dipped the tips into each solution Omi stole a glance at the still figure of Schuldich.
The German's face was relaxed, still, as if he had fallen asleep, but Omi could see the eyes under the lids moving. He was just in deep thought...perhaps something like a trance. The fiery hair was held back by the bandanna, securing the stray locks away from his pale face. The thin lips moved periodically, repeating words that were probably being said in his head. Once in awhile, the thin brows would twitch into a frown. Relaxed, Schuldich looked different. No harsh lines that traced the eyes, no scathing smirk or comment, just quiet and calm.
Omi wrinkled his nose at thinking too much about the telepath and focused on his task, making sure that his darts were well coated. Letting them dry he meticulously wiped his fingers, making sure no trace of poison or tranquilizer coated his hands. He didn't want to suddenly drop dead in the middle of battle! With a sigh he dropped the rag in the trash bin and stretched. He glanced at the clock, noting that he would have to get ready soon. Chancing a glance at the telepath, he hid in his closet and hurriedly changed.
Upon coming out he noticed that the German was yet to move. Curious as to what he was doing, Omi inched to his bed, sitting next to the still figure. He waved a curious hand before him, but received no response. Pursing his lips, Omi laid a gentle hand onto the telepath's, surprised when the fingers automatically curled up to his, trapping his fingers in Schuldich's hand. Flushing, Omi tried to pry them lose, yet they remained stuck. The rough calloused fingers seemed to have an iron grip and as Omi tried to tug his own fingers free, Schuldich began to shift. Frozen with embarrassment, Omi stared with wide eyes at the German.
Narrowed sapphire eyes fluttered open and automatically looked down, seeing small fingers trapped in his own hand. Blinking he looked to his right, staring right into large amazingly blue eyes. Letting go, Omi jerked his hand away and flushed a bright red.
"Gomen ne, Schuldich-san...I didn't mean too...I was just trying to wake you..."
Omi ducked his head, embarrassment evident in his voice. With a blink and a shrug, Schuldich rose; stretching just like Omi had a minute ago.
"I said drop the –san, and I don't mind. After all, why should I when I get to hold the hand of a beautiful little katzechen?"
Schuldich purred out, a smirk on his lips. Omi grinned nervously before rubbing his fingers. Schuldich sighed and rubbed his fingers too, glancing down at Omi who was turned away from him, packing away his darts and arrows. Schuldich rubbed his hand, remembering just how warm the fingers were in his hold before shaking his head and heading out the door.
Omi breathed a sigh of relief and frowned at his fingers. He felt them tingle the slightest bit. It was just Schuldich. Just Schuldich, nothing to get so worried about. However his mind told him it wasn't from worry that his fingers tingled from, but for now, he ignored that thought.
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Eh, a bit long, but still, it's an update. Sorry it took so long again and sorry I won't update for about week. I don't think this is the best chapter I've written, but please read and review! Thank you and ja ne until the next chapter!
L'Ananda: Thank you for the suggestion first, and I'm glad you thought it was well written out. [Blush] Yeah, I know it was short, but I couldn't think of any other way to end it or make it longer...
Maiku: Thank you! And Schu called Nagi something like chibi, but it's up the reader to think what they like!
Bugnuks and Crossbows: Well, it's just a preference thing.
Donna: Thank you, so did I.
Osiris-Lee: Yeah, I'll have the pairing kick in soon, but it's still in the early stages, need them to get more comfortable with each other first. [Kicks computer ] [Stops Farf]
Bitterchoco20: Heh, yeah, just make sure of that.
Anyways, a notice. I will be gone from the 21st to the 26th, going on vacation! Anyways, there will be no internet connection, sorry to say, so I'll have to update when I come back.
Warning: Yaoi between Omi and Schuldich, maybe some Brad and Aya on request.
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It was close to closing time at the Koneko. Aya was taking care of the last minuet buyers; Ken doing the last watering for the plants, Youji was being useful and helping Omi sweep the floors. As the last customer went on his way, Aya flipped the close sign over and tugged off his apron, the rest following his suit. As they trudged to the part of the Koneko that they lived in, Ken made himself comfortable on the couch, fighting for the right of the TV with Youji. Aya and Omi made dinner.
Dinner went by and Weiss went on its separate ways. Ken was watching TV, Aya was reading in his room, Youji was getting ready for a date, and Omi was doing his homework upstairs. It was a normal night, nothing out of the ordinary. For the moment at least...
As Youji waved his goodbye and opened the door, he was greeted by the faces of Schwartz. With a blink he stared at them, wondering why they were coming to the Koneko for no apparent reason.
"Because we have a mission. If there were no reason to be here, we wouldn't be here."
Youji frowned at the German telepath's smirking face. With a sigh he let them enter, going back to his room to change into his normal clothes, muttering about losing a perfectly good date for the sake of a mission. Ken peeked out after seeing the sigh of Youji stomping away.
"Schwartz?"
"Siberian."
"Erm...welcome?"
"We're not here for a visit...we have a mission, bring down Abyssinian and Bombay."
Ken blinked at Crawford's business like tone before shrugging it off.
"Erm...sit down..."
Ken wandered off to the base of the stairs, yelling out his teammate's name. Aya of course came down immediately; face not showing an ounce of surprise at the unannounced arrival of Schwartz. Youji came sauntering down too, dressed back to his casual clothes, a look of grumpiness and disappointment clearly written across his face.
"So who do we have to kill today?"
"Where's Omi-kun?"
Nagi's voice interrupted Youji.
"We cannot start without Bombay."
With another grumble Youji frowned at being cut off.
"He's most likely killing his ear drums."
With a sigh Aya glared at Youji before rising to get Omi. He returned soon with Omi with him, a sheepish smile covering his lips.
"Gomen ne, I didn't hear Ken-kun."
With a shrug Crawford continued on, business toned.
"Target's supposed to be a business associate of Takatori. It's not much of a matter of security alarms or such; it's more of his guards. He's got the standard security, but he's armed himself with guards that could easily outnumber us."
"By how many?"
"We'll be outnumbered at least three to one, maybe more. We'll have to take them all out and send one person to take out the target. It won't be easy, but it's not the hardest mission."
"When are we being sent out?"
"We have another hour or so. It's close by, not too far."
"Fine...we'll get ready, prepare for being outnumbered, think your strategies through. I don't want anything sloppy happening. We do this quick as possible."
Aya stared hard at each Weiss member, making sure that they could feel the weight of his words. Aya stared at Crawford as well, eyes cold and calculating.
"How do you plan to attack?"
"I thought we could split them into two groups. Have them distracted and have one of you slip in with on of us."
Aya stared at Omi, eyes asking the silent question.
"Hai Aya-kun, I'll do it..."
"Wait...Aya, you're sending Omi?"
"He's the only one that can access the security without getting caught. It'll take too much of a team effort for one of us to go and have Omi walk you through the security. This way, all three of us can fight them and only one person goes after the target."
"Not to worry, the katzechen will be with me."
Schuldich gave a little wave before staring off into space again. Omi nodded before going back to his room. Aya too climbed the stairs, disappearing from view as Youji just continued to lounge at the couch. Ken simply started a conversation with Nagi, giving off no exterior sign of any thought to the mission. Schuldich however sighed, standing from his position on the couch and climbed the stairs as well, provoking a look from Youji.
"Don't worry; he's gone off to meditate."
"Meditate?"
Farfarello nodded before fixing his gaze on the white wall like before, disregarding Youji's face.
"Why does he need to meditate?"
Farfarello slowly let his eye fix onto Youji, blinking before he answered.
"How would you like it if there were thousands of voices screaming in your head?"
Schuldich slowly knocked upon the door he knew belonged to Omi. When he received no answer he opened it, finding the boy on his desk, laptop open and typing away. Headphone covered his ears as the occasional word slipped from his lips before he dissolved back to humming. Smiling at the image of such a normal teen he slowly tapped Omi's shoulder. Startled Omi jumped, turning to face the redhead.
"Ah, Schuldich-san. Gomen ne, I didn't hear you...again..."
"Don't add the –san...it just doesn't go with my name...anyways. Omi, you said? I need a kinda quiet place...you think you can provide me that?"
"You can stay here if you don't me being on my laptop...may I ask why?"
"I need to meditate a bit. Helps me sort out the voices in here."
He touched his forehead with a pale finger. At Omi's nod he smirked and sat on the bed, one of the only places that weren't occupied. Surrounding the room was a keyboard in a corner, a violin and cello lying in their cases, and large piles of sheet music adorned a shelf. Omi's computer was switched on with what looked like a report on the screen while the laptop looked like the security of the building.
Seeing that the boy was busy, Schuldich sighed and closed his eyes, letting darkness sink around him. The voices seemed to rise in volume until he began to breathe in steady breathes, pushing out with each breath, the voices, creating a wall around the ones that he didn't need to hear. A soft hum filled his head as the number of voices decreased to those around the city.
Omi stared hard at the screen, studying the security that was set around the building. It was standard, the sensor motions, the guards, although he had more than normal people did. The target was supposed to be in the office. If he could go through the ventilation system and get a clear shot with his darts...but the chance that the slits in the ventilation system were side enough for his darts was doubtful.
Maybe he could catch him when he went out in the halls...but that would make it hard not to be caught by the guards...but maybe with the telepath it could be done...if Weiss and Schwartz had most of the guards distracted, then with a few well places darts or arrows and help from the telepath, he could easily take out the target.
Satisfied with himself, Omi shut off the laptop and began to fill his darts with the proper concoctions. He laid out some tranquilizers, some paralyzing liquids, and poison for the target with some spare just in case. As he meticulously dipped the tips into each solution Omi stole a glance at the still figure of Schuldich.
The German's face was relaxed, still, as if he had fallen asleep, but Omi could see the eyes under the lids moving. He was just in deep thought...perhaps something like a trance. The fiery hair was held back by the bandanna, securing the stray locks away from his pale face. The thin lips moved periodically, repeating words that were probably being said in his head. Once in awhile, the thin brows would twitch into a frown. Relaxed, Schuldich looked different. No harsh lines that traced the eyes, no scathing smirk or comment, just quiet and calm.
Omi wrinkled his nose at thinking too much about the telepath and focused on his task, making sure that his darts were well coated. Letting them dry he meticulously wiped his fingers, making sure no trace of poison or tranquilizer coated his hands. He didn't want to suddenly drop dead in the middle of battle! With a sigh he dropped the rag in the trash bin and stretched. He glanced at the clock, noting that he would have to get ready soon. Chancing a glance at the telepath, he hid in his closet and hurriedly changed.
Upon coming out he noticed that the German was yet to move. Curious as to what he was doing, Omi inched to his bed, sitting next to the still figure. He waved a curious hand before him, but received no response. Pursing his lips, Omi laid a gentle hand onto the telepath's, surprised when the fingers automatically curled up to his, trapping his fingers in Schuldich's hand. Flushing, Omi tried to pry them lose, yet they remained stuck. The rough calloused fingers seemed to have an iron grip and as Omi tried to tug his own fingers free, Schuldich began to shift. Frozen with embarrassment, Omi stared with wide eyes at the German.
Narrowed sapphire eyes fluttered open and automatically looked down, seeing small fingers trapped in his own hand. Blinking he looked to his right, staring right into large amazingly blue eyes. Letting go, Omi jerked his hand away and flushed a bright red.
"Gomen ne, Schuldich-san...I didn't mean too...I was just trying to wake you..."
Omi ducked his head, embarrassment evident in his voice. With a blink and a shrug, Schuldich rose; stretching just like Omi had a minute ago.
"I said drop the –san, and I don't mind. After all, why should I when I get to hold the hand of a beautiful little katzechen?"
Schuldich purred out, a smirk on his lips. Omi grinned nervously before rubbing his fingers. Schuldich sighed and rubbed his fingers too, glancing down at Omi who was turned away from him, packing away his darts and arrows. Schuldich rubbed his hand, remembering just how warm the fingers were in his hold before shaking his head and heading out the door.
Omi breathed a sigh of relief and frowned at his fingers. He felt them tingle the slightest bit. It was just Schuldich. Just Schuldich, nothing to get so worried about. However his mind told him it wasn't from worry that his fingers tingled from, but for now, he ignored that thought.
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Eh, a bit long, but still, it's an update. Sorry it took so long again and sorry I won't update for about week. I don't think this is the best chapter I've written, but please read and review! Thank you and ja ne until the next chapter!