Travel to Paradise
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or Schwartz. But I do wish I own Aya and Schuschu. That way, I can let them play all day long. Sigh, but this is only wishful thinking, ne? =)
Warnings: Contains Yaoi, or male/male relationships and cursing. So if you don't approve, scram.
GA: Before I forget, this fic might contain a few Omi/Nagi scenes. I forgot to tell you in the other chap. But you would have been able to sum that up since, after all, if Aya spends all his time with the German that leaves two other *talented* assassins alone with each other.(snicker snicker)
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"Ms. Yuriko, sir. She's dead."
The word echoed all through the room as all eyes were on the attendant except for Schuldich. Nagi was narrowing disbelieving eyes at the man when he excused himself and went to fetch the other guests to inform them of the terrible news.
"Schuldich," Nagi started as he turned to face the older teammate. "What happened to her? Weren't you suppose to guard her last night?!" Rage was apparent on Nagi's face as he questioned the still cursing German.
"I was." He said through bared teeth. "But you know her. She refused me to enter her room. She said that I might do something to her while she slept."
"I wonder why." Aya said in a low tone but the telepath heard it and gave the man a warning look. "Anyway, I stayed just outside her door, you know, to guard her just in case. But I neither felt nor heard anything from inside that wasn't there the other nights before."
"Well, you could have at least checked!" Nagi now was furious at the man's indifference of the topic. If Crawford found out about this, they would be in some serious shit.
"She didn't want me messing with her mind. You of all people should know she's a sensitive. And stop worrying about Brad. He should know by now if he lives up to his reputation"
"W-what? Stop reading my mind Schuldich! I know she's a sensitive, but you could have at least -"
"Ano. . ." Omi interjected the two fighting Schwartz as he saw the paintings hanging on the wall slowly rising upwards. "Don't you think you guys should continue this some other time and place? Mr. Shigin is waiting downstairs for the four of us, ne?" he smiled at the two as he followed Aya out the door of his room into the corridor. Nagi returned the paintings to their original positions before throwing Schuldich a dangerous stare and went out.
/ K'so. / The German cursed to himself as he hunched his shoulders and made his way towards the dining hall where the rest of the people were waiting. He didn't need to be a pre-cog like Brad to find out what awaited him downstairs.
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The dining hall was fashioned like the ones in the Victorian times. With the high windows and heavy curtains, it was like most parts of the house, beautiful yet harboring an eerie feeling in them.
The long table set for a large number of guests, sat a woman with dark hair sobbing. A man of intelligence and strength, sat beside her, trying to calm her down. An American was also present among them. Blonde hair and dark blue eyes, he stared at the two other guests.
"YOU!" the deep and angry baritone voice of Akuro was the first thing Schuldich heard as he walked into the dining hall filled with around eight people, including the two Weiss and Nagi.
Akuro stalked over to where the German stood and grabbed two fists full of the man's green attire, pulling the man upward so that his feet hung in the air. "How dare you let her die?! You were supposed to guard her! That's why you're here isn't it? That's what I'm paying you for, to guard her!"
Schuldich only stared straight at the man with a calm expression on his face. "I did my job. It wasn't my fault she didn't want me to hang around her 24-7. Besides, how could I protect her if she drowned herself?"
"How did you know that she drowned?" Akuro asked with skepticism. "You were the one responsible, weren't you?!"
Schuldich raised an eyebrow at the remark and replied with a smirk. "Please Shigin-sama; it doesn't take a genius to find out that she drowned. Her body was found floating on the ocean, right?"
"He is right you know Akuro-san." A man in his early thirties who was sitting down on a chair, trying to calm the crying woman interrupted. "Her body was floating on the water when the stable boy found her."
Akuro gave Schuldich a mean glace before putting him back on his feet and trudged back to his guests.
"Okay wise guy." He started as he turned to face the German again. "I'll give you another chance. If you didn't kill her then you can make it up by finding out who did."
"Are? Me?" Schuldich asked, confused and pointing a finger to himself.
"Yes you."
"But I can't solve this. I'm only hired as a bodyguard. You know the type for protection? I don't do detective stuff." He said as he tried to get out of the situation.
Akuro gave him a scornful look before snapping his fingers once. Suddenly a group of men wearing black suits came in and surrounded the German. They didn't seem like the ones that attended to the guests but Aya made out that they could be the man's *other* bodyguards. At least this guy had the brains to employ other men aside from Schwartz to do his dirty work.
Schuldich widened jade green eyes as the men grabbed hold of him and lifted him off his feet. "Hey! What the Fu-" he started when one of the men placed a hand in front of him to stop the string of curses that soon flowed out of in mumbles. He put up a struggle when Akuro instructed the men to take him to the basement where he would deal with him later.
When the men in black suits departed, he turned back to his guests and apologized.
"This shouldn't have happened. Please forgive me." He then bowed low to his guests and went to deal with a treacherous German awaiting a few floors down, leaving his secretary to finish up with the guests.
"Unfortunately, until this incident is worked out, no one is allowed to come or leave the island." Sakura said as she continued her father's apology. A gasp was heard from the woman sobbing and she finally entered the conversation.
"We can't leave?" her voice cracking from her crying.
"I'm afraid not." The hazel haired secretary continued. "I would say that it is in Mr. Shigin's and everyone's best interest that we find whoever is responsible for the killing of Yuriko." Turning to Aya, she continued, "Please forgive this interruption in our schedule, but we must postpone our dealings. Mr. Shigin's other clients are unable to come to the island because we have informed them not to, for their lives might be at stake."
"And ours isn't?" the American asked with a raised eyebrow. "I suggest that we all leave this island before the killer strikes again."
"May I please remind you Mr. Lopez that we cannot for it is impossible for us to find who is responsible if we do not act now."
"Okay then Sakura," he said addressing to the secretary, "Who will we put in charge of solving this *mystery* if we can't trust anyone on this island?"
"Why not let Mr. Hajime solve this?" Nagi interrupted the conversation soon to find seven pairs of eyes looking at him. A pair of sky blue ones widening in surprise and a pair of amethyst eyes narrowed in distaste. "I mean, they have just arrived today and have no relation to Ms. Yuriko no matter how you look at it. I have taken the liberty to look into their file before hand to say that they have never met nor heard of each other. Plus, I heard that Mr. Hajime is an expert of the criminal mind." He finished with a glint of triumph in his eyes.
"That is an excellent idea." The voice of Akuro entered the room once again. He wore white before he exited the room but the moment he entered again, Aya saw the numerous bloodstains on it, summing up that it was the German's blood. He took off the blazer and gave it to an attendant holding a new one similar to the one he gave. The attendant left with the bloodstained clothing allowing the guests to continue their conversation.
"Excuse me?" Sakura asked with a surprised expression. "We can't just leave the investigation to someone like him. We barely even know him."
"We can trust it to him that he would be able to solve this. If not," there was a mischievous look in his eyes. The type that was ready to kill if necessary. "We will deal with you accordingly, won't we Hajime-san?"
Aya could only nod in agreement because of the shock that he would be taking hold of a murder of a person he never met nor heard of before.
"Good," Akuro said in satisfaction. "Though, you will need protection in this island if you are to find the killer. I have the finest bodyguards waiting for you. Please choose whomever you wish to accompany you around."
"If it wouldn't be any trouble Akuro-san, I would like to have the one you took to beating as my bodyguard."
"And why is that Hajime? He is unworthy of the job. He allowed Ms. Yuriko to meet her early demise. "
"True, but I would rather trust my safety to someone who has claimed innocence to the murder than to someone who has the capability to twist the truth." A finely raised eyebrow marked the fact in the statement.
A soft chuckle was heard from the drug lord as he smiled at the young red haired assassin. "You are right. Forgive me for imposing otherwise. The German has already been sent to your room. And as for Mr. Morabe, I'm sure you would want Nagi to provide the necessary protection?" Aya nodded at this statement. "If that is what you wish." The man said, giving up in persuading the redhead to change his decision. "And please, if you can find the time to start on the mystery, please do. You are given full access to any part of this island, here on out. Anyone," he turned to his guests and to the other servants in the vicinity. "Who would stop you from looking into this in every detail possible will be held responsible for Ms. Yuriko's death." With that, he left the dining hall to retreat back to his own room.
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Aya and Omi walked through the halls leading to their rooms after they finished their lunch. The other guests had taken an early meal, leaving Aya and Omi to eat theirs in silence. Aya threw harsh glances at the telekinetic assassin all through the meal but he seemed unaware or just ignored the dagger looks of the red haired assassin.
As they arrived in front of their respective doors, Nagi followed Omi into his room and both closed the door, leaving an irate redhead out alone. He stared straight at the door leading to his room before taking in a deep breath and entering.
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Omi plopped down on his bed and looked up at Nagi who just stood beside him, refusing to sit. Nagi, feeling the older boy's eyes on him, returned the intent gazing of the Weiss assassin. Omi quickly turned his head away before their eyes could meet. He felt awkward under the boy's scrutinizing look. It was as if, under that calm façade, Nagi knew what Omi was thinking. The blonde haired boy had always held an attraction for the other, but usually dismissed it as teenage hormones before any of his other teammates got any hints. He felt nervous being so close to the brown haired telekinetic that he just stared at the carpeted floor, oblivious to his clothes and things floating around the room. It wasn't until the last pair of boxers slid themselves into a drawer that shut itself with a soft thud that he was snapped out of his reverie.
He looked up to see the chocolate brown eyes still focused on him.
"A. . .ano," he said as he looked around his room to see that his belongings were placed in their proper places. "Arigato."
Nagi only gave a small nod before taking a seat beside Omi, who moved to allow the other boy space on the bed.
"What do you want to do now?" Nagi asked the blue eyed assassin, who was still staring at the floor.
"Um, why don't you take me on a tour of the place? You've been here days before me so you should at least have an idea of the vicinity."
Nagi, nodding and standing up, took hold of Omi's hand and pulled him along. "Alright then, I'll show you around."
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Aya entered his room, not the least bit surprised that an injured, bloodstained German was on his bed, moaning in agony. Approaching slowly after closing the door behind him, he stood crossed-armed beside him.
"Oh, Aya," he started out with a moan. "Funny seeing you here."
"This is my room."
"Oh, really?" his voice was half playing, half trying to suppress the pain. Aya could tell by the way his breathing came out that he was having difficulty.
"Baka." He said as he continued to stare down at the telepath. "You shouldn't have refused. He had given you another chance and you refused. Why?"
Schuldich was silent for a few minutes and turned to look the other direction. Not wanting to answer the question thrown at him. He heard Aya sigh softly and the sound of footsteps against the carpeted floor soon followed. He closed his eyes when he felt a soft pressure on the side of the bed near the pillow where his head rested and a hand came and brushed a few stray strands away from his face. He felt a cold cloth that was dipped in water press against his bruised skin and he allowed himself to relax in the soothing touches of the Abyssinian. He also felt his clothing being slowly removed but he neither helped nor refused. He was so tired from the beating that the bastard gave him for not following his orders that he didn't have the strength to do anything.
After his clothes were off, Aya went on applying medicine to the injured parts of the German, who inhaled air through his teeth that it gave a hissing sound every time Aya touched a spot too sensitive or too severely bruised.
When Aya finished tending and bandaging the wounds, he brought a blanket to cover the man's half-naked body and returned to his original position beside the man's head. He leaned his back on the bed frame and unconsciously started to play with the reddish orange strands of the German's hair. Of course the older man knew that the katana master seated beside him was weaving his hand in his hair, but he didn't mind. It felt good, that's what counts.
"So, are you ready to tell me why you didn't accept the second chance Schuldich?" the soft voice of the amethyst eyed man questioned him.
He gave a soft sigh before answering. "Because I'm not good in these kinds of things, okay? I'm good in murdering people, not solving them."
"You're a telepath aren't you? Why don't you just look into each person's brain to see who did it? I don't think that too much of a difficult task for someone like you who takes it as a hobby of looking into a man's inner secrets." The sarcasm was evident in Aya's voice yet the truth in them was as obvious as the sarcasm.
"It's because I can't." The look that the younger redhead gave him was one of disbelief. "It's true. "
"Oh? How true?"
"Well, I'll start from the beginning. Yuriko Kataza, right? The one that was bumped off? Well, she's a sensitive. A type of person whose senses are much more acute that others that they can fell people like me and Nagi's power. Anyway, I was the one assigned to guard her at night. And a few nights back, I had nothing to do so I kinda peeked into her mind."
"I thought she was a sensitive?" Aya asked, his logic taking over.
"Yes, yes, but I didn't know that she was one, until that night. She screamed and informed the old guy that I was a telepath. He then had a few of his scientists make up a formula to block my telepathy. I can only communicate to people who allow me into their minds and if I try to force my way into them, both of us will have a splitting head ache before I even gain access. But the good thing is, it's only temporary so it wears out. The reason why I had read the butler's mind before he said anything about the dead woman was because the effects of the meds were wearing out. But he gave me another full dose a while ago to last me the whole month so I'm afraid I can't help you kitten." He ended with a smirk.
Aya tried his best to restrain punching the man for calling him using the pet name just because he was injured. "So you can't help me?"
"I can't help you in the sense that I can't get into the minds of your suspects, but I can still help you find clues you need in order to crack the case."
"How did you know that I was assigned as the one for the case?" Aya asked as he looked at the tired German resting.
"Nagi told me. Even if I was given a dose of his formula, I can still talk to people who allow me to." Another wide smirk graced his lips, but it lacked his usual meanness because of the yawn that followed. "I would like to ask you something too Aya."
"What?"
"Why did you ask me to be your bodyguard when you could have chosen from the old bastard's elite force?" the green eyes that stared into amethyst orbs were full of confusion.
"Because," Aya started with a sigh. "Because even if we are enemies, I know what your capabilities and limitations are. It would be easier for me to keep track of your activities and therefore I can trust you more, at least in some parts of my stay here."
A soft chuckle escaped the older assassin's lips as he closed his eyes and snuggled closer to gain heat from the man beside him. His hand reaching out to hold the hand currently playing with his hair and keeping it in a tight grip.
"Go to sleep Schuldich." He heard Aya whisper softly.
"I will if you stay with me here." He mumbled softly. Even though he was dead tired, he refused to fall asleep if the Abyssinian left him.
"But I still have to start on my investigation of the murder." Aya tried to counter.
"Leave it to Prodigy and Bombay. They're already strolling around the grounds as we speak, let them do the detective work for now. Please?" it sounded more like a cry for help rather than a request. So much so that Aya didn't want to leave him because he knew that if he did, he would never hear the end of it from the man lying down.
"Alright." The red haired sword master said as he relaxed himself. "But come tomorrow morning, we start our own mystery solving whether or not you're ready to leave this bed. Okay?"
"Hai. . ." the German's softly whispered. He leaned closer to Aya. He knew that Aya wouldn't let anyone come in while he rested, he slowly went to sleep.
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Wheeeee!!!! Another chappy done. =) but no suspects yet. I promise that the next chaps will start with the investigating and I'll *try* to hold back on the Yaoi-ness for a while. =) R&R please. =)
-Gunning Angel-
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or Schwartz. But I do wish I own Aya and Schuschu. That way, I can let them play all day long. Sigh, but this is only wishful thinking, ne? =)
Warnings: Contains Yaoi, or male/male relationships and cursing. So if you don't approve, scram.
GA: Before I forget, this fic might contain a few Omi/Nagi scenes. I forgot to tell you in the other chap. But you would have been able to sum that up since, after all, if Aya spends all his time with the German that leaves two other *talented* assassins alone with each other.(snicker snicker)
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"Ms. Yuriko, sir. She's dead."
The word echoed all through the room as all eyes were on the attendant except for Schuldich. Nagi was narrowing disbelieving eyes at the man when he excused himself and went to fetch the other guests to inform them of the terrible news.
"Schuldich," Nagi started as he turned to face the older teammate. "What happened to her? Weren't you suppose to guard her last night?!" Rage was apparent on Nagi's face as he questioned the still cursing German.
"I was." He said through bared teeth. "But you know her. She refused me to enter her room. She said that I might do something to her while she slept."
"I wonder why." Aya said in a low tone but the telepath heard it and gave the man a warning look. "Anyway, I stayed just outside her door, you know, to guard her just in case. But I neither felt nor heard anything from inside that wasn't there the other nights before."
"Well, you could have at least checked!" Nagi now was furious at the man's indifference of the topic. If Crawford found out about this, they would be in some serious shit.
"She didn't want me messing with her mind. You of all people should know she's a sensitive. And stop worrying about Brad. He should know by now if he lives up to his reputation"
"W-what? Stop reading my mind Schuldich! I know she's a sensitive, but you could have at least -"
"Ano. . ." Omi interjected the two fighting Schwartz as he saw the paintings hanging on the wall slowly rising upwards. "Don't you think you guys should continue this some other time and place? Mr. Shigin is waiting downstairs for the four of us, ne?" he smiled at the two as he followed Aya out the door of his room into the corridor. Nagi returned the paintings to their original positions before throwing Schuldich a dangerous stare and went out.
/ K'so. / The German cursed to himself as he hunched his shoulders and made his way towards the dining hall where the rest of the people were waiting. He didn't need to be a pre-cog like Brad to find out what awaited him downstairs.
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The dining hall was fashioned like the ones in the Victorian times. With the high windows and heavy curtains, it was like most parts of the house, beautiful yet harboring an eerie feeling in them.
The long table set for a large number of guests, sat a woman with dark hair sobbing. A man of intelligence and strength, sat beside her, trying to calm her down. An American was also present among them. Blonde hair and dark blue eyes, he stared at the two other guests.
"YOU!" the deep and angry baritone voice of Akuro was the first thing Schuldich heard as he walked into the dining hall filled with around eight people, including the two Weiss and Nagi.
Akuro stalked over to where the German stood and grabbed two fists full of the man's green attire, pulling the man upward so that his feet hung in the air. "How dare you let her die?! You were supposed to guard her! That's why you're here isn't it? That's what I'm paying you for, to guard her!"
Schuldich only stared straight at the man with a calm expression on his face. "I did my job. It wasn't my fault she didn't want me to hang around her 24-7. Besides, how could I protect her if she drowned herself?"
"How did you know that she drowned?" Akuro asked with skepticism. "You were the one responsible, weren't you?!"
Schuldich raised an eyebrow at the remark and replied with a smirk. "Please Shigin-sama; it doesn't take a genius to find out that she drowned. Her body was found floating on the ocean, right?"
"He is right you know Akuro-san." A man in his early thirties who was sitting down on a chair, trying to calm the crying woman interrupted. "Her body was floating on the water when the stable boy found her."
Akuro gave Schuldich a mean glace before putting him back on his feet and trudged back to his guests.
"Okay wise guy." He started as he turned to face the German again. "I'll give you another chance. If you didn't kill her then you can make it up by finding out who did."
"Are? Me?" Schuldich asked, confused and pointing a finger to himself.
"Yes you."
"But I can't solve this. I'm only hired as a bodyguard. You know the type for protection? I don't do detective stuff." He said as he tried to get out of the situation.
Akuro gave him a scornful look before snapping his fingers once. Suddenly a group of men wearing black suits came in and surrounded the German. They didn't seem like the ones that attended to the guests but Aya made out that they could be the man's *other* bodyguards. At least this guy had the brains to employ other men aside from Schwartz to do his dirty work.
Schuldich widened jade green eyes as the men grabbed hold of him and lifted him off his feet. "Hey! What the Fu-" he started when one of the men placed a hand in front of him to stop the string of curses that soon flowed out of in mumbles. He put up a struggle when Akuro instructed the men to take him to the basement where he would deal with him later.
When the men in black suits departed, he turned back to his guests and apologized.
"This shouldn't have happened. Please forgive me." He then bowed low to his guests and went to deal with a treacherous German awaiting a few floors down, leaving his secretary to finish up with the guests.
"Unfortunately, until this incident is worked out, no one is allowed to come or leave the island." Sakura said as she continued her father's apology. A gasp was heard from the woman sobbing and she finally entered the conversation.
"We can't leave?" her voice cracking from her crying.
"I'm afraid not." The hazel haired secretary continued. "I would say that it is in Mr. Shigin's and everyone's best interest that we find whoever is responsible for the killing of Yuriko." Turning to Aya, she continued, "Please forgive this interruption in our schedule, but we must postpone our dealings. Mr. Shigin's other clients are unable to come to the island because we have informed them not to, for their lives might be at stake."
"And ours isn't?" the American asked with a raised eyebrow. "I suggest that we all leave this island before the killer strikes again."
"May I please remind you Mr. Lopez that we cannot for it is impossible for us to find who is responsible if we do not act now."
"Okay then Sakura," he said addressing to the secretary, "Who will we put in charge of solving this *mystery* if we can't trust anyone on this island?"
"Why not let Mr. Hajime solve this?" Nagi interrupted the conversation soon to find seven pairs of eyes looking at him. A pair of sky blue ones widening in surprise and a pair of amethyst eyes narrowed in distaste. "I mean, they have just arrived today and have no relation to Ms. Yuriko no matter how you look at it. I have taken the liberty to look into their file before hand to say that they have never met nor heard of each other. Plus, I heard that Mr. Hajime is an expert of the criminal mind." He finished with a glint of triumph in his eyes.
"That is an excellent idea." The voice of Akuro entered the room once again. He wore white before he exited the room but the moment he entered again, Aya saw the numerous bloodstains on it, summing up that it was the German's blood. He took off the blazer and gave it to an attendant holding a new one similar to the one he gave. The attendant left with the bloodstained clothing allowing the guests to continue their conversation.
"Excuse me?" Sakura asked with a surprised expression. "We can't just leave the investigation to someone like him. We barely even know him."
"We can trust it to him that he would be able to solve this. If not," there was a mischievous look in his eyes. The type that was ready to kill if necessary. "We will deal with you accordingly, won't we Hajime-san?"
Aya could only nod in agreement because of the shock that he would be taking hold of a murder of a person he never met nor heard of before.
"Good," Akuro said in satisfaction. "Though, you will need protection in this island if you are to find the killer. I have the finest bodyguards waiting for you. Please choose whomever you wish to accompany you around."
"If it wouldn't be any trouble Akuro-san, I would like to have the one you took to beating as my bodyguard."
"And why is that Hajime? He is unworthy of the job. He allowed Ms. Yuriko to meet her early demise. "
"True, but I would rather trust my safety to someone who has claimed innocence to the murder than to someone who has the capability to twist the truth." A finely raised eyebrow marked the fact in the statement.
A soft chuckle was heard from the drug lord as he smiled at the young red haired assassin. "You are right. Forgive me for imposing otherwise. The German has already been sent to your room. And as for Mr. Morabe, I'm sure you would want Nagi to provide the necessary protection?" Aya nodded at this statement. "If that is what you wish." The man said, giving up in persuading the redhead to change his decision. "And please, if you can find the time to start on the mystery, please do. You are given full access to any part of this island, here on out. Anyone," he turned to his guests and to the other servants in the vicinity. "Who would stop you from looking into this in every detail possible will be held responsible for Ms. Yuriko's death." With that, he left the dining hall to retreat back to his own room.
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Aya and Omi walked through the halls leading to their rooms after they finished their lunch. The other guests had taken an early meal, leaving Aya and Omi to eat theirs in silence. Aya threw harsh glances at the telekinetic assassin all through the meal but he seemed unaware or just ignored the dagger looks of the red haired assassin.
As they arrived in front of their respective doors, Nagi followed Omi into his room and both closed the door, leaving an irate redhead out alone. He stared straight at the door leading to his room before taking in a deep breath and entering.
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Omi plopped down on his bed and looked up at Nagi who just stood beside him, refusing to sit. Nagi, feeling the older boy's eyes on him, returned the intent gazing of the Weiss assassin. Omi quickly turned his head away before their eyes could meet. He felt awkward under the boy's scrutinizing look. It was as if, under that calm façade, Nagi knew what Omi was thinking. The blonde haired boy had always held an attraction for the other, but usually dismissed it as teenage hormones before any of his other teammates got any hints. He felt nervous being so close to the brown haired telekinetic that he just stared at the carpeted floor, oblivious to his clothes and things floating around the room. It wasn't until the last pair of boxers slid themselves into a drawer that shut itself with a soft thud that he was snapped out of his reverie.
He looked up to see the chocolate brown eyes still focused on him.
"A. . .ano," he said as he looked around his room to see that his belongings were placed in their proper places. "Arigato."
Nagi only gave a small nod before taking a seat beside Omi, who moved to allow the other boy space on the bed.
"What do you want to do now?" Nagi asked the blue eyed assassin, who was still staring at the floor.
"Um, why don't you take me on a tour of the place? You've been here days before me so you should at least have an idea of the vicinity."
Nagi, nodding and standing up, took hold of Omi's hand and pulled him along. "Alright then, I'll show you around."
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Aya entered his room, not the least bit surprised that an injured, bloodstained German was on his bed, moaning in agony. Approaching slowly after closing the door behind him, he stood crossed-armed beside him.
"Oh, Aya," he started out with a moan. "Funny seeing you here."
"This is my room."
"Oh, really?" his voice was half playing, half trying to suppress the pain. Aya could tell by the way his breathing came out that he was having difficulty.
"Baka." He said as he continued to stare down at the telepath. "You shouldn't have refused. He had given you another chance and you refused. Why?"
Schuldich was silent for a few minutes and turned to look the other direction. Not wanting to answer the question thrown at him. He heard Aya sigh softly and the sound of footsteps against the carpeted floor soon followed. He closed his eyes when he felt a soft pressure on the side of the bed near the pillow where his head rested and a hand came and brushed a few stray strands away from his face. He felt a cold cloth that was dipped in water press against his bruised skin and he allowed himself to relax in the soothing touches of the Abyssinian. He also felt his clothing being slowly removed but he neither helped nor refused. He was so tired from the beating that the bastard gave him for not following his orders that he didn't have the strength to do anything.
After his clothes were off, Aya went on applying medicine to the injured parts of the German, who inhaled air through his teeth that it gave a hissing sound every time Aya touched a spot too sensitive or too severely bruised.
When Aya finished tending and bandaging the wounds, he brought a blanket to cover the man's half-naked body and returned to his original position beside the man's head. He leaned his back on the bed frame and unconsciously started to play with the reddish orange strands of the German's hair. Of course the older man knew that the katana master seated beside him was weaving his hand in his hair, but he didn't mind. It felt good, that's what counts.
"So, are you ready to tell me why you didn't accept the second chance Schuldich?" the soft voice of the amethyst eyed man questioned him.
He gave a soft sigh before answering. "Because I'm not good in these kinds of things, okay? I'm good in murdering people, not solving them."
"You're a telepath aren't you? Why don't you just look into each person's brain to see who did it? I don't think that too much of a difficult task for someone like you who takes it as a hobby of looking into a man's inner secrets." The sarcasm was evident in Aya's voice yet the truth in them was as obvious as the sarcasm.
"It's because I can't." The look that the younger redhead gave him was one of disbelief. "It's true. "
"Oh? How true?"
"Well, I'll start from the beginning. Yuriko Kataza, right? The one that was bumped off? Well, she's a sensitive. A type of person whose senses are much more acute that others that they can fell people like me and Nagi's power. Anyway, I was the one assigned to guard her at night. And a few nights back, I had nothing to do so I kinda peeked into her mind."
"I thought she was a sensitive?" Aya asked, his logic taking over.
"Yes, yes, but I didn't know that she was one, until that night. She screamed and informed the old guy that I was a telepath. He then had a few of his scientists make up a formula to block my telepathy. I can only communicate to people who allow me into their minds and if I try to force my way into them, both of us will have a splitting head ache before I even gain access. But the good thing is, it's only temporary so it wears out. The reason why I had read the butler's mind before he said anything about the dead woman was because the effects of the meds were wearing out. But he gave me another full dose a while ago to last me the whole month so I'm afraid I can't help you kitten." He ended with a smirk.
Aya tried his best to restrain punching the man for calling him using the pet name just because he was injured. "So you can't help me?"
"I can't help you in the sense that I can't get into the minds of your suspects, but I can still help you find clues you need in order to crack the case."
"How did you know that I was assigned as the one for the case?" Aya asked as he looked at the tired German resting.
"Nagi told me. Even if I was given a dose of his formula, I can still talk to people who allow me to." Another wide smirk graced his lips, but it lacked his usual meanness because of the yawn that followed. "I would like to ask you something too Aya."
"What?"
"Why did you ask me to be your bodyguard when you could have chosen from the old bastard's elite force?" the green eyes that stared into amethyst orbs were full of confusion.
"Because," Aya started with a sigh. "Because even if we are enemies, I know what your capabilities and limitations are. It would be easier for me to keep track of your activities and therefore I can trust you more, at least in some parts of my stay here."
A soft chuckle escaped the older assassin's lips as he closed his eyes and snuggled closer to gain heat from the man beside him. His hand reaching out to hold the hand currently playing with his hair and keeping it in a tight grip.
"Go to sleep Schuldich." He heard Aya whisper softly.
"I will if you stay with me here." He mumbled softly. Even though he was dead tired, he refused to fall asleep if the Abyssinian left him.
"But I still have to start on my investigation of the murder." Aya tried to counter.
"Leave it to Prodigy and Bombay. They're already strolling around the grounds as we speak, let them do the detective work for now. Please?" it sounded more like a cry for help rather than a request. So much so that Aya didn't want to leave him because he knew that if he did, he would never hear the end of it from the man lying down.
"Alright." The red haired sword master said as he relaxed himself. "But come tomorrow morning, we start our own mystery solving whether or not you're ready to leave this bed. Okay?"
"Hai. . ." the German's softly whispered. He leaned closer to Aya. He knew that Aya wouldn't let anyone come in while he rested, he slowly went to sleep.
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Wheeeee!!!! Another chappy done. =) but no suspects yet. I promise that the next chaps will start with the investigating and I'll *try* to hold back on the Yaoi-ness for a while. =) R&R please. =)
-Gunning Angel-