Travel to Paradise
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss and I've got this gut wrenching feeling I will, never, ever, ever, get to. *shrugs and sweat drops*
Warnings: Contains Yaoi, shounen-ai, cursing. If you don't know what that means, I think it's better if you just slowly back away before you get influenced by my sick and twisted mind. =)
GA: Whehe! It's getting exciting isn't it? I bet you people are wondering who killed who now. . . Review pls. and I'll tell you soon =)
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"Ah!" The German shouted as he plopped unto the dark red bed sheet that covered the late singer's queen sized bed in her room. "This is hopeless!" he said as he just stared at Aya who was still looking for any clues at all that may help in the investigation. His gaze followed the man's slender form as the younger redhead went to the bedside table and started opening a few drawers. After fiddling through the contents a little, amethyst eyes widened slightly as he found something that was not supposed to be there.
"So far we have found nothing but dirt and dust bunnies. This is so irritating!" he was about to pull out his red hair when the katana wielder called his attention.
"Love letters?" Schuldich asked as he got sight of the pink and violet envelopes Aya held up in his hand. With Aya giving a nod, Schuldich got up and moved slightly to allow the younger assassin space on the bed, all the while looking over the man's shoulder to get a glimpse of what it read. "Who's it from?" he asked as the katana master browsed through the letter, his eyes quickly darting to the lower part of the note to find out who it addressed was from.
"It's from someone named, Mighty Steed." Aya said with a scrunched up nose.
"Mighty Steed?" Schuldich said with an uncontrolled chuckle. "Who the hell gives a pet name as Mighty Steed?"
"Yes, it is quite hilarious, about as inadequate as kitten." The younger redhead said as he threw a stern glance to the German who stopped mid-laugh.
"Oh, c'mon Fujimiya," Schuldich said as he scooted closer to the man and slipped an arm around his slender waist. "It suites you really, really well..." the whisper into his ear was soon followed by a small nip on his ear lobe and trails of kisses up and down his nape.
"That is the same as Mighty Steed. Yuriko had a reason for giving, whoever this is the nickname because it suited him. Schuldich, will you stop it?" Aya asked with a warning tone that only caused the German to smile with his kisses. "Can we at least keep our minds on the investigation first?"
That made the man pause for a while before replying. "No." with a shake of his head, he returned to kissing his neck.
"Stop it!" the swordsman said as he pushed the man off him and stared down at the form of the telepath resting back on his elbows, returning his gaze.
"Playing hard to get are we?" he said with a smile as Aya took a closer look at the letters. "Fine, but you owe me sex after this." The mean glance that the younger redhead threw at him was ignored as Schuldich took the letter he held in his hand and quickly changed the conversation.
"So this is from a lover, huh? Do you think it's Erik?" he said turning to younger assassin.
"I highly doubt it."
"How can you say that? I mean who else is there?" he said with a raised eyebrow to the swordsman.
"This," Aya replied as he lifted up another letter. "Says that when the time comes both 'Mighty Steed' and 'Nightingale' will leave everything behind for the sake of their love."
"Nightingale?" The German asked before getting the pet name. "Yuriko." The nodding head of the young Weiss assassin acknowledge the truth in it. "Okay, this is getting deep. So, aside from dirt, dust bunnies and love letters, this place is clean."
"Yes, but we're not done yet." Aya said as he called the man's attention.
"What do you mean we're not done yet?" he said as he narrowed his jade green eyes at the statement.
"I mean look here." Aya said as he raised an envelope. "The top was slashed off. Not ripped off, not cut off, but slashed off. Like by something sharp and smooth." A smile appeared on the younger man's face as Schuldich caught the thought that the young assassin was giving him.
"Murder weapon one." Schuldich said as he stared intently at the envelope. "A letter opener."
"Bingo." Aya said as he returned the letter into the envelope and placed it neatly into his pocket along with other letters residing in the drawer. "These may serve as evidence later."
Giving a nod, the telepath stood up and stretched a bit as he clapped his hands together. "Yoshi! After hours of searching through her room I'm about ready for dinner, how about you?" he asked the young Weiss assassin who was looking intently at a certain spot on the bed. "What are you doing?" the German asked as Aya slowly ran a hand over the place he was staring at.
"Schuldich is it just me or is this spot on the bed cover coarser than the other parts?"
"What are you talking about Fujimiya?" a raised eyebrow marked his skepticism.
"Come here," he said grabbing the older man's hand and letting him touch the spot where the uneven feeling was located.
"Hey, you're right," The telepath said as he bent over to the spot. "It does fell different. And so do these." His hand traveled further down the sheet and the rough feeling seemed to grow larger as he neared the other end of the bed. "What do you think it is?"
Quickly leaving his position, Aya grabbed a flashlight he saw earlier in her closet and shone it directly on the spot where Schuldich was touching. Two pairs of eyes widened in surprise as the realization of what it was hit them.
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"UH!" The telepath grunted out as he continued to scrub himself to no end with the bath towel provided by the household. "I cannot believe I actually lay down on her blood!"
"Dried blood to be exact." Aya said as he brought the blooded fabric close to his face for inspection.
"Yeah, but disgusting none the less!" The older man cringed as he rinsed himself under the shower and started to repeat the scrubbing process all over again.
"Stop being a baby Schuldich. At least now we know how she was killed, where she was killed and what weapon was used. All we have to answer now is who killed her and what the motive was."
"What about Nagoi?" the German asked his companion as he finally stepped out of the bathtub dripping wet with his skin slightly pinkish from his constant rubbing.
"What about him?" Aya asked in return as he folded the bed spread neatly unto the mahogany table in his room.
"How does he fit in the picture?"
"If he was killed, then it would mean either two things. He knew too much and needed to be disposed off or it was because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time." Aya said as he turned his back to the German busy putting on his clothes. "We can say that it wasn't the second one because he was in his office so there was no reason for him to be in the middle of an accident."
A soft knock on their door caught both of their attentions as Aya motioned to open it. The man in black uniform whom they saw before was standing in front of them with a cart of food and in his hand a paper.
"Mr. Akuro thinks that it is better if you take your dinner in your rooms instead. He is having a head ache and is not in the mood to entertain guests at the moment. He gives his humblest apology."
"Please tell Mr. Akuro that it is alright and that I hope he gets well soon." Aya said with a nod as he accepted the cart.
"Oh, and here." The man said as he handed the younger redhead the paper. "This is the list you asked for a while ago. I think you might find what you need here." Giving a bow, the man left to attend to other house duties.
The sword wielder closed the door silently as he took a mental note of the people in the list. Some of the names were not familiar to him, mostly because they were the household helpers in the place. But one name caught his attention as he returned to stand beside the German.
"Look at the name beside number five." He said as he handed the telepath the list. A quick scan to the number and Schuldich replied with a smirk.
"Well what do you know . . . it's Mira. Do you think she's somewhat involved in this?"
"Maybe." The younger assassin said as he lifted two lids on the cart to reveal their meal and sat down at the edge of their bed, picking up a fork and was getting ready to devour the food.
"Oooh, dinner." The Schwartz assassin said as he was all than ready to pounce on his food. "Wait." He said as Aya picked up his fork and was about to delve in. "How do we know that this isn't poisoned?" green eyes narrowed as he stared with undeterred scrutiny at the plate of mixed vegetables and fish, blinking only a few times as he assessed the food. His thoughts were cut short as the fork that the younger redhead was holding punctured a carrot and brought it closer to his mouth, which soon met its demise as Aya chewed and swallowed the said vegetable in a blink of an eye.
"What did you just do?" the man said with hysteria as Aya reached for the nearby fish. "Do you have a death wish or something?"
Taking a gulp of water after shoving the piece of fish on his mouth, he replied calmly in contrast to the frantic German. "If it's my time to die then it is. You needn't try it if you don't want though. At least, if I do die, you'd be able to continue the investigation. Right?" the man said throwing the German a mean look.
"Humph! If you want to die then it's not my problem." The Schwartz assassin said as he crossed his arms on his chest and turned his back to the Weiss swordsman, refusing to look at his companion playing with death.
"At least I die happy German. This food is great!" Schuldich could have sworn he heard a somewhat playful tone in what Aya just said but he quickly dismissed it. Playful just wasn't in the younger man's dictionary.
He gave a quick glance to his right as he noticed nothing out of the ordinary was happening to the young assassin. His mind soon resolved that at least if he did die, he won't be alone. Taking a step closer to the man who was enjoying his evening meal, he picked up his own fork and started to dig in as well.
//I swear, if I die it will be entirely your fault Fujimiya.//
A smile just appeared on Aya's face as he replied. //Trust me, you won't. //
The door to their room was opened for a second time that night as their two other younger companions entered with tired and worn out faces. Aya was stopped mid-feed as his Weiss comrade held out a hand with a clipboard on it.
"These are the people whom we've found to be left-handed." Omi said as he tried to stifle a yawn.
"But we haven't fully asked each and every person in the household to write on a piece of paper so that list isn't done yet. You wouldn't believe how many people are residing here." Nagi said as he too tried to hide his apparent exhaustion. Giving a nod, Aya passed the clipboard to Schuldich and continued to eat.
"What did you guys find today?" Omi asked as he sat down beside the two older assassins who started to narrate their findings.
"I see," the crossbow assassin said with a nod and a smile of understanding. "This is really getting interesting. Don't you think so Nagi?" he said turning to the young hacker.
"I'll have time to be interested in it tomorrow. I don't know about you guys but right now, I'm about ready to hit the hay." The chocolate haired telekinetic said with a yawn as he bade his companions goodnight and made his way through the bathroom. Omi soon followed as he waved goodnight and disappeared into his room.
"I can't believe it." Schuldich said as he finished his meal before Aya and started to browse through the list of who's left-handed. Aya took a quick glance at the name being pointed by the German and he too couldn't believe what he saw.
"Mira?" the younger redhead asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Do you think it's coincidental that she happens to be left-handed and has a key to the doctor's back office?" Schuldich asked the young swordsman.
"Things like these aren't coincidental."
"So it is Mira?" the German said with a disbelieving look.
"I don't know, something seems wrong here," Aya said after shoving his last slice of fish in and slightly dabbing off his mouth. "I mean, if it is her, then why did she do it? What was her motive? You yourself said that she was a very loyal maid."
"Yeah, well maybe she was abused or something." Schuldich said with a shrug.
"Get real Schuldich." Aya scolded as he brushed his teeth. "Did she look abused to you when we saw her at Nagoi's place?"
"Hmm, I guess your right there." He said as he browsed through the two sheets of paper again in search for people's name appearing in both lists.
A knock on the door caught the telepath's attention and he left the lists to answer the door. When he got there and opened the huge hard wood doors he raise an eyebrow at the irritation of being greeted by an empty hallway. He looked to both his left and right but it showed no sighs of anybody being there. Before he could close the door though, his trained assassin eyes spotted something on the carpeted floor on the hallway. He bent down and got it as Aya exited the bathroom when he finished washing up.
"Who was it? What did they want?" Aya asked as the German closed the door holding an unfolded piece of paper.
"No one." Was his reply as he showed Aya the paper. "As to what they want . . ."
Aya read through the letter which went as followed,
'Meet me in the pavilion in the garden tonight at half-past twelve and I'll tell you who killed Yuriko and Raiku.'
"Who do you think this came from?" Aya asked as he turned to the telepath.
"Only one way to find out kitten."
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Aya gave a shudder and brought his coat closer to himself as he walked along the German through the stone path leading to the garden. It was a quarter past twelve and he was freezing his ass off. He was supposed to be used to such conditions, but right now, he felt that something was wrong. What's worse, he couldn't point out what was causing the feeling.
"Cold kitten?" the telepath asked in a compassionate voice Aya never thought Schuldich could have.
"Sort of, but don't worry about it." He said as he dismissed the thought, all the while his body temperature not increasing one bit. Blowing into his hands, trying to warm them up, he mentally cursed himself for leaving the pair of gloves he used for his missions in his room.
He quietly followed the German as he showed the way to the pavilion at the center of the garden, their journey's only source of light was provided by a flashlight found a while ago. As they neared their destination, the younger assassin was slightly surprised as a hand reached for his and entwined with his own. It was warmer and had a smooth feel to it. He knew that it was the older assassin's but he didn't care as his other hand came and joined its pair. He was freezing and he more than needed the warmth offered. He could swear that the German was already giving a smirk, but was thankful that it was dark out. At least the night would be able to hide the forming blush on his cheeks.
As the two assassins climbed the white stairs leading to the pavilion, Aya heard Schuldich give a soft, slightly incoherent curse as the light shone unto the seats placed there. "Mira." Aya heard the telepath whisper.
His line of sight followed the older assassin's as the German stared unblinking at the person who was sitting down. True enough it was the young housemaid that had the cherub red eyes and a soft hue of orange for her hair that had brought Schuldich his sandwich a while ago. Only difference now was that the red eyes stared blankly into space and her orange hair was parted in two by a huge meat cleaver wedged into her head.
Lightning flashed in the background as the sound of the rain pattering to the ground soon ensued. There, the two assassins stood staring in grief at the only person who could tell them what really happened, but never will.
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AAAAHH!!!!! This is getting too freaky even for me!!!!! =) anyway, now we've got three people dead. You've got any idea yet as to who killed them? No, yes? Well at least tell me you guys can figure out who the secret lover of Yuriko is. It's practically a give away. =) till next time minna. R&R PLEASE. =) Ja!
-Gunning Angel-
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss and I've got this gut wrenching feeling I will, never, ever, ever, get to. *shrugs and sweat drops*
Warnings: Contains Yaoi, shounen-ai, cursing. If you don't know what that means, I think it's better if you just slowly back away before you get influenced by my sick and twisted mind. =)
GA: Whehe! It's getting exciting isn't it? I bet you people are wondering who killed who now. . . Review pls. and I'll tell you soon =)
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"Ah!" The German shouted as he plopped unto the dark red bed sheet that covered the late singer's queen sized bed in her room. "This is hopeless!" he said as he just stared at Aya who was still looking for any clues at all that may help in the investigation. His gaze followed the man's slender form as the younger redhead went to the bedside table and started opening a few drawers. After fiddling through the contents a little, amethyst eyes widened slightly as he found something that was not supposed to be there.
"So far we have found nothing but dirt and dust bunnies. This is so irritating!" he was about to pull out his red hair when the katana wielder called his attention.
"Love letters?" Schuldich asked as he got sight of the pink and violet envelopes Aya held up in his hand. With Aya giving a nod, Schuldich got up and moved slightly to allow the younger assassin space on the bed, all the while looking over the man's shoulder to get a glimpse of what it read. "Who's it from?" he asked as the katana master browsed through the letter, his eyes quickly darting to the lower part of the note to find out who it addressed was from.
"It's from someone named, Mighty Steed." Aya said with a scrunched up nose.
"Mighty Steed?" Schuldich said with an uncontrolled chuckle. "Who the hell gives a pet name as Mighty Steed?"
"Yes, it is quite hilarious, about as inadequate as kitten." The younger redhead said as he threw a stern glance to the German who stopped mid-laugh.
"Oh, c'mon Fujimiya," Schuldich said as he scooted closer to the man and slipped an arm around his slender waist. "It suites you really, really well..." the whisper into his ear was soon followed by a small nip on his ear lobe and trails of kisses up and down his nape.
"That is the same as Mighty Steed. Yuriko had a reason for giving, whoever this is the nickname because it suited him. Schuldich, will you stop it?" Aya asked with a warning tone that only caused the German to smile with his kisses. "Can we at least keep our minds on the investigation first?"
That made the man pause for a while before replying. "No." with a shake of his head, he returned to kissing his neck.
"Stop it!" the swordsman said as he pushed the man off him and stared down at the form of the telepath resting back on his elbows, returning his gaze.
"Playing hard to get are we?" he said with a smile as Aya took a closer look at the letters. "Fine, but you owe me sex after this." The mean glance that the younger redhead threw at him was ignored as Schuldich took the letter he held in his hand and quickly changed the conversation.
"So this is from a lover, huh? Do you think it's Erik?" he said turning to younger assassin.
"I highly doubt it."
"How can you say that? I mean who else is there?" he said with a raised eyebrow to the swordsman.
"This," Aya replied as he lifted up another letter. "Says that when the time comes both 'Mighty Steed' and 'Nightingale' will leave everything behind for the sake of their love."
"Nightingale?" The German asked before getting the pet name. "Yuriko." The nodding head of the young Weiss assassin acknowledge the truth in it. "Okay, this is getting deep. So, aside from dirt, dust bunnies and love letters, this place is clean."
"Yes, but we're not done yet." Aya said as he called the man's attention.
"What do you mean we're not done yet?" he said as he narrowed his jade green eyes at the statement.
"I mean look here." Aya said as he raised an envelope. "The top was slashed off. Not ripped off, not cut off, but slashed off. Like by something sharp and smooth." A smile appeared on the younger man's face as Schuldich caught the thought that the young assassin was giving him.
"Murder weapon one." Schuldich said as he stared intently at the envelope. "A letter opener."
"Bingo." Aya said as he returned the letter into the envelope and placed it neatly into his pocket along with other letters residing in the drawer. "These may serve as evidence later."
Giving a nod, the telepath stood up and stretched a bit as he clapped his hands together. "Yoshi! After hours of searching through her room I'm about ready for dinner, how about you?" he asked the young Weiss assassin who was looking intently at a certain spot on the bed. "What are you doing?" the German asked as Aya slowly ran a hand over the place he was staring at.
"Schuldich is it just me or is this spot on the bed cover coarser than the other parts?"
"What are you talking about Fujimiya?" a raised eyebrow marked his skepticism.
"Come here," he said grabbing the older man's hand and letting him touch the spot where the uneven feeling was located.
"Hey, you're right," The telepath said as he bent over to the spot. "It does fell different. And so do these." His hand traveled further down the sheet and the rough feeling seemed to grow larger as he neared the other end of the bed. "What do you think it is?"
Quickly leaving his position, Aya grabbed a flashlight he saw earlier in her closet and shone it directly on the spot where Schuldich was touching. Two pairs of eyes widened in surprise as the realization of what it was hit them.
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"UH!" The telepath grunted out as he continued to scrub himself to no end with the bath towel provided by the household. "I cannot believe I actually lay down on her blood!"
"Dried blood to be exact." Aya said as he brought the blooded fabric close to his face for inspection.
"Yeah, but disgusting none the less!" The older man cringed as he rinsed himself under the shower and started to repeat the scrubbing process all over again.
"Stop being a baby Schuldich. At least now we know how she was killed, where she was killed and what weapon was used. All we have to answer now is who killed her and what the motive was."
"What about Nagoi?" the German asked his companion as he finally stepped out of the bathtub dripping wet with his skin slightly pinkish from his constant rubbing.
"What about him?" Aya asked in return as he folded the bed spread neatly unto the mahogany table in his room.
"How does he fit in the picture?"
"If he was killed, then it would mean either two things. He knew too much and needed to be disposed off or it was because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time." Aya said as he turned his back to the German busy putting on his clothes. "We can say that it wasn't the second one because he was in his office so there was no reason for him to be in the middle of an accident."
A soft knock on their door caught both of their attentions as Aya motioned to open it. The man in black uniform whom they saw before was standing in front of them with a cart of food and in his hand a paper.
"Mr. Akuro thinks that it is better if you take your dinner in your rooms instead. He is having a head ache and is not in the mood to entertain guests at the moment. He gives his humblest apology."
"Please tell Mr. Akuro that it is alright and that I hope he gets well soon." Aya said with a nod as he accepted the cart.
"Oh, and here." The man said as he handed the younger redhead the paper. "This is the list you asked for a while ago. I think you might find what you need here." Giving a bow, the man left to attend to other house duties.
The sword wielder closed the door silently as he took a mental note of the people in the list. Some of the names were not familiar to him, mostly because they were the household helpers in the place. But one name caught his attention as he returned to stand beside the German.
"Look at the name beside number five." He said as he handed the telepath the list. A quick scan to the number and Schuldich replied with a smirk.
"Well what do you know . . . it's Mira. Do you think she's somewhat involved in this?"
"Maybe." The younger assassin said as he lifted two lids on the cart to reveal their meal and sat down at the edge of their bed, picking up a fork and was getting ready to devour the food.
"Oooh, dinner." The Schwartz assassin said as he was all than ready to pounce on his food. "Wait." He said as Aya picked up his fork and was about to delve in. "How do we know that this isn't poisoned?" green eyes narrowed as he stared with undeterred scrutiny at the plate of mixed vegetables and fish, blinking only a few times as he assessed the food. His thoughts were cut short as the fork that the younger redhead was holding punctured a carrot and brought it closer to his mouth, which soon met its demise as Aya chewed and swallowed the said vegetable in a blink of an eye.
"What did you just do?" the man said with hysteria as Aya reached for the nearby fish. "Do you have a death wish or something?"
Taking a gulp of water after shoving the piece of fish on his mouth, he replied calmly in contrast to the frantic German. "If it's my time to die then it is. You needn't try it if you don't want though. At least, if I do die, you'd be able to continue the investigation. Right?" the man said throwing the German a mean look.
"Humph! If you want to die then it's not my problem." The Schwartz assassin said as he crossed his arms on his chest and turned his back to the Weiss swordsman, refusing to look at his companion playing with death.
"At least I die happy German. This food is great!" Schuldich could have sworn he heard a somewhat playful tone in what Aya just said but he quickly dismissed it. Playful just wasn't in the younger man's dictionary.
He gave a quick glance to his right as he noticed nothing out of the ordinary was happening to the young assassin. His mind soon resolved that at least if he did die, he won't be alone. Taking a step closer to the man who was enjoying his evening meal, he picked up his own fork and started to dig in as well.
//I swear, if I die it will be entirely your fault Fujimiya.//
A smile just appeared on Aya's face as he replied. //Trust me, you won't. //
The door to their room was opened for a second time that night as their two other younger companions entered with tired and worn out faces. Aya was stopped mid-feed as his Weiss comrade held out a hand with a clipboard on it.
"These are the people whom we've found to be left-handed." Omi said as he tried to stifle a yawn.
"But we haven't fully asked each and every person in the household to write on a piece of paper so that list isn't done yet. You wouldn't believe how many people are residing here." Nagi said as he too tried to hide his apparent exhaustion. Giving a nod, Aya passed the clipboard to Schuldich and continued to eat.
"What did you guys find today?" Omi asked as he sat down beside the two older assassins who started to narrate their findings.
"I see," the crossbow assassin said with a nod and a smile of understanding. "This is really getting interesting. Don't you think so Nagi?" he said turning to the young hacker.
"I'll have time to be interested in it tomorrow. I don't know about you guys but right now, I'm about ready to hit the hay." The chocolate haired telekinetic said with a yawn as he bade his companions goodnight and made his way through the bathroom. Omi soon followed as he waved goodnight and disappeared into his room.
"I can't believe it." Schuldich said as he finished his meal before Aya and started to browse through the list of who's left-handed. Aya took a quick glance at the name being pointed by the German and he too couldn't believe what he saw.
"Mira?" the younger redhead asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Do you think it's coincidental that she happens to be left-handed and has a key to the doctor's back office?" Schuldich asked the young swordsman.
"Things like these aren't coincidental."
"So it is Mira?" the German said with a disbelieving look.
"I don't know, something seems wrong here," Aya said after shoving his last slice of fish in and slightly dabbing off his mouth. "I mean, if it is her, then why did she do it? What was her motive? You yourself said that she was a very loyal maid."
"Yeah, well maybe she was abused or something." Schuldich said with a shrug.
"Get real Schuldich." Aya scolded as he brushed his teeth. "Did she look abused to you when we saw her at Nagoi's place?"
"Hmm, I guess your right there." He said as he browsed through the two sheets of paper again in search for people's name appearing in both lists.
A knock on the door caught the telepath's attention and he left the lists to answer the door. When he got there and opened the huge hard wood doors he raise an eyebrow at the irritation of being greeted by an empty hallway. He looked to both his left and right but it showed no sighs of anybody being there. Before he could close the door though, his trained assassin eyes spotted something on the carpeted floor on the hallway. He bent down and got it as Aya exited the bathroom when he finished washing up.
"Who was it? What did they want?" Aya asked as the German closed the door holding an unfolded piece of paper.
"No one." Was his reply as he showed Aya the paper. "As to what they want . . ."
Aya read through the letter which went as followed,
'Meet me in the pavilion in the garden tonight at half-past twelve and I'll tell you who killed Yuriko and Raiku.'
"Who do you think this came from?" Aya asked as he turned to the telepath.
"Only one way to find out kitten."
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Aya gave a shudder and brought his coat closer to himself as he walked along the German through the stone path leading to the garden. It was a quarter past twelve and he was freezing his ass off. He was supposed to be used to such conditions, but right now, he felt that something was wrong. What's worse, he couldn't point out what was causing the feeling.
"Cold kitten?" the telepath asked in a compassionate voice Aya never thought Schuldich could have.
"Sort of, but don't worry about it." He said as he dismissed the thought, all the while his body temperature not increasing one bit. Blowing into his hands, trying to warm them up, he mentally cursed himself for leaving the pair of gloves he used for his missions in his room.
He quietly followed the German as he showed the way to the pavilion at the center of the garden, their journey's only source of light was provided by a flashlight found a while ago. As they neared their destination, the younger assassin was slightly surprised as a hand reached for his and entwined with his own. It was warmer and had a smooth feel to it. He knew that it was the older assassin's but he didn't care as his other hand came and joined its pair. He was freezing and he more than needed the warmth offered. He could swear that the German was already giving a smirk, but was thankful that it was dark out. At least the night would be able to hide the forming blush on his cheeks.
As the two assassins climbed the white stairs leading to the pavilion, Aya heard Schuldich give a soft, slightly incoherent curse as the light shone unto the seats placed there. "Mira." Aya heard the telepath whisper.
His line of sight followed the older assassin's as the German stared unblinking at the person who was sitting down. True enough it was the young housemaid that had the cherub red eyes and a soft hue of orange for her hair that had brought Schuldich his sandwich a while ago. Only difference now was that the red eyes stared blankly into space and her orange hair was parted in two by a huge meat cleaver wedged into her head.
Lightning flashed in the background as the sound of the rain pattering to the ground soon ensued. There, the two assassins stood staring in grief at the only person who could tell them what really happened, but never will.
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AAAAHH!!!!! This is getting too freaky even for me!!!!! =) anyway, now we've got three people dead. You've got any idea yet as to who killed them? No, yes? Well at least tell me you guys can figure out who the secret lover of Yuriko is. It's practically a give away. =) till next time minna. R&R PLEASE. =) Ja!
-Gunning Angel-