Travel to Paradise
Disclaimers: Weiss is not my property, even though I hope against hope that they will be. =)
Warning: The usual, shounen-ai, Yaoi, cursing, the works. =)
GA: The story is proceeding as I have planned, come fellow Yaoi-fans, we shall now find who is responsible for the deaths!! Whahahahaha! Okay, I'm going all psychotic now. @_@ That and I'm all jumpy because this chappy has slight shounen-ai scene. Eep! =) So, tell me at least you have some idea who is responsible for the deaths. Any clues? =) Don't worry, you guys will find out soon enough. =) Reviews please, please? Begging . . . ?
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As Aya and Schuldich stared at the dead body of the only person who would be able to answer the mystery, the rain that seemed to grow stronger by the minute provided the perfect ambiance for the anxiety of how the younger redhead was feeling. A lurching, undeniable tug in his gut told him that if he didn't solve this mystery soon, he'd be facing a fate worse than death by Akuro's hand. But what's topped it off was he let another life fall through his hands with out him even knowing it.
"How long do you think she'd been dead?" Schuldich asked breaking the silence between them.
"Probably for a few minutes, I don't know. . ." Aya said with uncertainty as his voice slowly faded into the background.
"You feeling okay Fujimiya?" the German asked him as he turned to notice the slightly pale look on the Weiss assassin's face.
"I'll be fine." Turning to his heel, Aya started to make his way down into the pouring rain and into the garden.
"Where are you going?" the telepath called after him.
"I need to take a walk. To, clear my head and stuff. . ." after that statement, Schuldich knew something was wrong with the red haired kitten.
"Do you want me to come along?"
"No, I want to be alone." Aya said as his reply. "Inform Akuro about this. He may want to know."
"And get myself in deep shit?" the German asked as he imagined what the old man would do if he found out that another person died. Getting no answer from the younger redhead, he continued.
"Do you want the flashlight at least?" The telepath said sounding worried for the man's sake that he might get lost in the dark confines of the garden with rain pouring down on him.
"Thanks but no thanks, Schuldich." The younger assassin said as he threw the man a reassuring glance before taking the pebble-wash path circling the pavilion that lead into other parts of the garden.
Schuldich gave a soft sigh as he saw the figure of the young swordsman disappear into the bushes that lay a few meters away before giving a mental tap into the young Schwartz assassin's sleepy head.
// Schuldich! What is it?! Don't you see that I'm sleeping? // The angry tone of the teenager responded.
// You can do that later kiddo. Right now, we have more important things to do. // he said with a chuckle as he gave the chocolate haired hacker an image of the dead carcass before him.
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As if on cue, Nagi bolted up right from his bed and clutched his chest, heaving in big gulps of air as his eyes grew wide with shock with the image that would forever be embedded in his mind. Beside him a drowsy blue eye opened slowly, taking in the sweating figure sitting beside him.
"Nagi, what's wrong?" Omi asked as he propped himself up on an elbow and with eyes now fully awake, tried to assess the problem of the boy beside him.
Taking an enormous gulp, Nagi managed to calm down enough to convey to Omi what Schuldich told him.
"Oh, I see." Omi said with a voice no louder than a whisper.
"Schuldich and Aya had received a small note a while ago saying to meet a person who could tell them everything about the information but they found Mira dead when they got there."
"Does anybody else in the house know this?" the young blonde asked Nagi as his companion just replied with a shrug.
"All Schuldich said was to come to the pavilion as soon as possible." The Schwartz hacker said as he got out of bed and started getting dressed.
"Anything else?" Omi asked.
"Yeah." He added as he stepped into the bathroom. "He said to bring umbrellas. Lots of them."
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Aya walked silently through the unknown path that lay beneath him. With his head bent down and his eyes showing no sighs of his true emotion, he ignored the insistent droplets of water that fell from the sky drenching his hair and body. His mind seemed to be more focused on what had just happened. They were so close to finding out the truth and he let it slipped through his fingers. If only he had gotten there sooner. If only he had protected the maid before the killer took her out. If only . . .
Aya gritted his teeth as he thought of what he could have done to preserve the young woman's life. She was only at the ripe age of 24, according to what he asked Omi to process about her, and the idea of dying so young would haunt him forever. The maid had somewhat reminded him of his sister. So carefree and fragile to the world. The figure of the young maid burned in his mind every time he closed his eyes that it hurt. It hurt to think that an innocent died tonight and he was not able to anything about it. Much like what happened to his sister.
Aya gave a soft curse as the images of his sister he tried to get rid of all these years, came back to him like a never ending slide show. Of how they played when they were young, how Aya-chan would slap on the head if he did something mean to her, how she scolded him if he teased her too much, how . . .
Aya quickly shut his eyes to try and block off the images. Aya-chan didn't remember him. That was all that was needed to be said. No matter how much he wished that they would be reunited again, it will never happen. As long as he was trapped in this world of death and blood, they never will be.
As his imagination and deep thinking caught him off guard, he was brought to an abrupt halt when he noticed a person standing mere inches before him, holding up an umbrella to shield both of them from the unrelenting downpour of water.
As he lifted his head up to see who it was, he was surprised to be staring at a pair of jade green eyes filled with understanding and compassion staring back down. A hand reached up and caressed slightly pink cheeks. Aya closed his eyes and was about to scold the German about laying a hand on him when he felt the man's thumb traced slowly along the closed eyelid and brushed off a tear drop. It was only then that he noticed he'd been crying.
"Baka," he heard the older man whisper as the hand stayed there, unmoving. "You can't keep tormenting yourself like this Aya. It's not healthy."
"I can do anything I want Schuldich." He said as he softly batted the hand off.
"But you can't change what's already done." Schuldich said as he brushed a few stray red strands form his head. Aya winced as the thought settled in. "You just have to accept the fact that she's gone." The eyes of the older redhead were looking straight into his like they were piercing into his soul.
"But I do accept that Mira is gone." Aya said as he returned the unblinking gaze of the German.
"I was talking about your sister." Amethyst eyes widened at the statement that hit too close to home.
"Just leave me alone!" the younger assassin said with a glare as he pushed the man away, not wanting to discuss any of his emotions with any one, much less an enemy.
He was about to run the opposite direction when strong arms found his waist and pulled him into a tight embrace resulting with his head resting on the telepath's chest. The umbrella, that the Schwartz assassin brought, lay lopsided and forgotten on the wet grass.
Amethyst eyes were wide open with shock as he noticed how close he was being held and unable to even object. The hands that encircled him had a firm grip, giving him no space or leverage to fight back, however that didn't mean he didn't try. He squirmed in the man's hold trying his best to shake the man off, but his efforts were in vain as that only helped to tighten the arms enveloping him.
After a few moments of trying to get away, he found himself panting and out of breath. He knew that this would lead to nowhere, so he fully gave in, relaxing into the man's hold. He closed his eyes and his lungs took in the cool night's air as he buried his head into the German's chest trying to hide the forming blush there. The soft patter of rain to earth and to his skin helped him come down a bit, but he was still feeling a bit cold.
Slowly, Aya felt a smooth, warm hand reach his and squeezed softly, reassuring him that everything is going to be okay. As Aya inhaled the smell of nature accompanied with the faint trace of nicotine, a small though discreet smile appeared on his lips at the telepath's caring gesture. The man could be caring at times when he wanted to. He never knew that the cold and heartless Schuldich he had often met in battles could be so compassionate.
They stayed standing there, below the rain and in the dark, enjoying the other's company in silence for a few minutes as Aya found an unexpected tranquility in the rising and falling of the German's chest and in the soft beat of his heart. Schuldich, giving a sigh, was the one to pull away.
"I think we'd better go back." He said as he picked up the umbrella, tilting it to dispose the small puddle that gathered there. Shaking it a few times, he raised it above both of their heads. "If we stay any longer, you might catch a cold."
Giving a nod, Aya moved closer under the umbrella to try and shield himself from the rain, though it didn't make much sense since he was already soaking wet.
"Did you tell Akuro about the dead body?" he asked as they started to walk down the path towards the mansion.
"Sort of," Schuldich with a grin. "I told Nagi and Omi. They're already in the pavilion checking the body out for themselves. I told them to tell Akuro afterwards."
"You coward." Aya said with a chuckle and a smile at what Schuldich said. "I told you to tell Akuro, not pass it on to them."
"Well, if you were in my position kitten, you'd do that too you know. It's clearly stated in Assassin Handbook 101, 'self-preservation'." The German said in his defense as a smile also formed on his lips when he noticed the young swordsman was loosening up.
"Whatever you say Schuldich." The sword wielder said as he rolled his eyes at the statement.
"It's true!" he continued. "Besides, I had something more important to look after."
"Oh?" an elegant eyebrow was raised at the response. "What?"
"You."
That caught the younger assassin off guard as he accidentally tripped over a rock in the path and grabbed on to Schuldich for support. The German in turn, held onto the younger redhead's waist and pulled him back up, steadying his footing to keep them both from falling over. For the second time that night Aya found himself pressed unbelievably close to the telepath, staring into those pools of jade and blushing like a school girl. His eyes slowly wandered lower as he took in the German's face. Even in the dark of night, Aya's assassin skills came in handy. He could detect the slightest move in the contours of the man before him with accuracy. His line of sight landed on the telepath's lips and he stayed there imagining how it would feel. If his hands were soft then . . . Aya stopped his train of thought right there as he noticed the lips curving up to form a smile.
"I didn't know you were falling for me kitten." The joke being more than appropriate for the situation.
It was Aya's turn to put some distance between both of them as he stepped back and just stared at anything but Schuldich. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life. He just hoped Schuldich didn't regain enough of his telepathic powers to have taken a peak into his mind. If the man ever found out, Aya would undoubtedly skewer himself with his own katana.
Biting his lower lip and trying to forget the idea, he suddenly heard a soft whisper in a nearby clearing. Turning to Schuldich, who also seemed to have heard the sound, he made a gesture for the German to follow him. They made their way quietly through the lawn, their assassin training helping them in every way possible as the sound of the whisper they heard grew louder by each step. As they moved closer to where the sound originated, they noticed that it was two people conversing. They soon reached the conclusion that it was a man and a woman who were talking because of the soft lady voice and a low male baritone.
They crouched just behind a bush so that they could see who was standing at the other side when two pairs of eyes widened tremendously at what they were witnessing. Their conclusion was right, a man and a woman conversing, but that wasn't the biggest surprise. The man was dressed in a white suit, caressing the cheeks of a young woman, two people whom they knew all too well.
//What do you know . . .// the German said through a telepathic link to the younger man. // the old man's still got spunk.//
True enough the man dressed in white was none other than the man who invited them to the island.
//It's Akuro and Lilika. But why are they here?// as Aya asked the question, they both heard a soft whisper of the drug lord's voice to the young lady standing in front of him.
"I promise, after this mystery is solved we'll be together."
"But Akuro, aren't you worried about your company and what will happen when I . . . ?" She didn't seem to want to go on.
"It's too late for regrets now Lilika. The moment you walked into my life, everything changed. You're the one for me. I know you are. My business be damned. Sakura is there to make sure that it stays afloat anyway. I don't care now that I have you."
"But," She tried to protest.
"I promise you, we will get married and no body can stop us. We'll get married the moment the first Cherry blossom blooms, and from that moment on we shall spend the rest of our lives together."
Lilika was yet again to protest but was cut short when the man towering a few feet above her bent down and captured her mouth in his own. The soft pink eyes of the young lady slowly closed as they both tumbled to the ground followed by noises that can be described only as lovemaking.
//I think it's time we left Schuldich.// Aya said as he noticed the fast disbandment of clothes.
//Just a few more minutes.// the German said as he stared at the two under the pouring black night sky.
//Come on, hentai.// Aya snapped as he grabbed hold of Schuldich's collar and started to drag him back to the path they strayed from.
"Aw, Aya, you're no fun." The German said teasingly when they were a few feet away from earshot.
"You should just let them be. They're only expressing how much they appreciate each other's presence by their activities." Aya scolded the telepath on proper etiquette about the matter. "And I'm certain a person like you have had your fair share of the kind."
"Your right Fujimiya," The Schwartz assassin said with a chuckle as he heard a series of soft moaning and gasping sounds that followed coming from behind the bushes.
"Besides," he continued, stepping closer to the younger assassin and tilting his head up so that the swordsman's amethyst eyes stared straight at him, his thumb grazing slightly at the younger redhead's lips.
"I'm sure I can make much more beautiful sounds from you kitten." A smile graced the German's face as his hand moved to position itself behind the young katana wielder's head, tangling themselves in blood red strands when the older man's lips started to descend, covering his fully. Aya swore that at that moment his heart stopped beating.
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The large wooden doors leading to the two redhead's room from the hallway burst open as Aya stomped in blushing profusely, quickly followed by an older redhead who was massaging his reddened cheek. The younger assassin took off his soaking coat and threw it into the hamper as he made his way to the bed.
"What did you do that for Aya? You could have broken my jaw with that punch." The German said as he closed the doors and placed the umbrella on a stand nearby.
"That was the point Schuldich." The katana master said as he grabbed a pillow and threw it at top speed to the older man who was trying to reason with him.
Luckily, the man's quick reflexes allowed him to catch the fast approaching pillow before it did him any damage. With his patience slowly rising, he narrowed his eyes and with a speed that would rival anyone, the telepath who was standing a few feet away, now towered in front of him. After which he grabbed the younger assassin's hands and toppled both of them unto the bed with the young swordsman pressed under him, both of his hands restrained in Schuldich's own.
Now this was getting to be a real pain. For the fourth time, Aya was placed faced to face with the German telepath with distances that can only described as too close for comfort. His breathing was coming in short, shallow gasps as he noticed that the older redhead was now planting small kisses on his jaw. Closing his eyes shut, he tilted his head, trying to get away from the invading kisses, not knowing that he was only allowing the Schwartz assassin more room to wander in.
"I think it's time you let Aya go for a moment Schuldich. We still need to discuss some things." A childlike voice interrupted his ministrations.
A small smile appeared on the telepath's lips as he paid no heed to the words and continued to move his lips up the katana master's jaw, stopping just at a spot under his ear.
"Oh God!" Aya gasped out as the expert tongue of the German sucked in that specific spot, not willing to stop just because his teammate said so. Suddenly, the pillow that Aya threw a while ago, floated into the air and with an invisible force, finally made a strong descent onto Schuldich head, jarring the man back to reality.
"What the fuck!" The telepath shouted as he abandoned the slightly dazed redheaded kitten on the bed and was waving clenched fists at the young telekinetic standing by the bathroom door beside a slightly blushing Weiss hacker.
As a string of curses flowed naturally out of the German's lips, Aya got up and was shaking his head as if trying to wake up from a dream. He could not believe that Schuldich got so close to him and he in turn had done nothing to stop him. His mind made a decision there and then. Tonight was definitely the most embarrassing night of his whole life.
He felt the bed creak a little as the German telepath took a seat beside him, grumbling something in German about dumb Japanese kids spoiling his fun.
"Alright, now that we've got your attention," Nagi started, as he stood in front of both older assassins. "We have done all we could to find out how long Mira has been dead."
"We estimated it around twenty minutes before the assigned time given to you that she was killed." Omi continued for him.
"It was a clean, swift kill. No hesitation, no mistakes."
"So the person who we're looking for is a male?" Schuldich said as he leaned back on the bed, eyeing the silent kitten beside him.
"That or maybe by a really, really strong woman." Omi said with a smile at the thought.
"The chances of it being done by a man is higher than actually finding a woman who is really, really strong. Since so far, we've noticed no one with that description in the island." Nagi said pointing out the suspect's characteristics.
"Oh, I see." The blonde said with a nod.
"Let's recap. So far, we have found out that our suspect is left handed because of the gash left on Yuriko. A man because of the smooth blow on the head. But even with this, we still have to find someone fitting the description and his motive. If we find the man with the pet name of 'Mighty Steed' he may help us with the part of Yuriko that's missing." Nagi said as he ran a hand through his brown hair.
"So why was Nagoi and Mira killed?" the telepath said as he intervened. "I understand why the doc. got his just desserts but why Mira?"
"That's something we still need to figure out." The Schwartz hacker said with a sigh. "Maybe she also knew too much and was needed to be disposed of."
"I have a question." The soft voice of the katana master said as fiddled with his sleeve, not wanting to look anyone in the eye. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the body was found when we arrived around a quarter to twelve and was killed nine o'clock the night before right?"
"Yeah." Omi said with a nod.
"That means the body had fourteen hours and forty-five minutes floating in the ocean. So why wasn't it taken away by the tide?"
"Well, there was a strong downpour the night before you arrived. Probably the waves brought her in." Schuldich said as he pointed out the same downpour as to what was happening outside.
"Sorry, let me rephrase. Nagi," Aya said as he looked at the young hacker. "Do you have a picture of how the body of Yuriko looked like after she was found?" Giving a nod, Nagi reached into a pale folder he was holding and pulled out a picture of the deceased.
"This was taken right after her body was found correct?" Another nod came from the telekinetic. Aya stared closer at the picture and a small smile appeared on his lips.
"Just as I thought. Look." He said as he called the others closer. "What do you notice about the clothes?"
"Aside from what Nagi told us about the missing spot where the stab wound should be, nothing." The young Weiss sharpshooter said. A wider smile replaced the one that was there as Aya continued.
"Precisely."
"What?" The German said, getting more confused by the moment. "I don't follow."
"If someone is thrown into the ocean, with raging winds and waves for the past fourteen or so hours, wouldn't you notice wet water marks on her clothes?" an eyebrow raised at the question. "What's more, with it staying that long in the ocean, the clothes should have caught tiny bacteria on them, or at the very least algae. Her clothes showed nothing of the sort."
"This is some deep shit." The German commented as he caught the thought in Aya's last statement.
"So what are you saying Aya?" Omi asked, his interest in the mystery growing by the minute.
"I myself am not quite certain as to what this mystery still holds. But what I am certain is that if we don't find whoever is responsible, we'll be finding ourselves in deeper shit. . ."
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wehehe!!! Another chapter done! wohoo! What a startling revelation ne? =) Thanks to all those reviews and please review people, I am really hurting for reviews here. Onegai? =) anyway, I just want to wish you guys out there Happy Holidays, a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year. Ja! Till next chappy. =)
-Gunning Angel-
Disclaimers: Weiss is not my property, even though I hope against hope that they will be. =)
Warning: The usual, shounen-ai, Yaoi, cursing, the works. =)
GA: The story is proceeding as I have planned, come fellow Yaoi-fans, we shall now find who is responsible for the deaths!! Whahahahaha! Okay, I'm going all psychotic now. @_@ That and I'm all jumpy because this chappy has slight shounen-ai scene. Eep! =) So, tell me at least you have some idea who is responsible for the deaths. Any clues? =) Don't worry, you guys will find out soon enough. =) Reviews please, please? Begging . . . ?
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As Aya and Schuldich stared at the dead body of the only person who would be able to answer the mystery, the rain that seemed to grow stronger by the minute provided the perfect ambiance for the anxiety of how the younger redhead was feeling. A lurching, undeniable tug in his gut told him that if he didn't solve this mystery soon, he'd be facing a fate worse than death by Akuro's hand. But what's topped it off was he let another life fall through his hands with out him even knowing it.
"How long do you think she'd been dead?" Schuldich asked breaking the silence between them.
"Probably for a few minutes, I don't know. . ." Aya said with uncertainty as his voice slowly faded into the background.
"You feeling okay Fujimiya?" the German asked him as he turned to notice the slightly pale look on the Weiss assassin's face.
"I'll be fine." Turning to his heel, Aya started to make his way down into the pouring rain and into the garden.
"Where are you going?" the telepath called after him.
"I need to take a walk. To, clear my head and stuff. . ." after that statement, Schuldich knew something was wrong with the red haired kitten.
"Do you want me to come along?"
"No, I want to be alone." Aya said as his reply. "Inform Akuro about this. He may want to know."
"And get myself in deep shit?" the German asked as he imagined what the old man would do if he found out that another person died. Getting no answer from the younger redhead, he continued.
"Do you want the flashlight at least?" The telepath said sounding worried for the man's sake that he might get lost in the dark confines of the garden with rain pouring down on him.
"Thanks but no thanks, Schuldich." The younger assassin said as he threw the man a reassuring glance before taking the pebble-wash path circling the pavilion that lead into other parts of the garden.
Schuldich gave a soft sigh as he saw the figure of the young swordsman disappear into the bushes that lay a few meters away before giving a mental tap into the young Schwartz assassin's sleepy head.
// Schuldich! What is it?! Don't you see that I'm sleeping? // The angry tone of the teenager responded.
// You can do that later kiddo. Right now, we have more important things to do. // he said with a chuckle as he gave the chocolate haired hacker an image of the dead carcass before him.
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As if on cue, Nagi bolted up right from his bed and clutched his chest, heaving in big gulps of air as his eyes grew wide with shock with the image that would forever be embedded in his mind. Beside him a drowsy blue eye opened slowly, taking in the sweating figure sitting beside him.
"Nagi, what's wrong?" Omi asked as he propped himself up on an elbow and with eyes now fully awake, tried to assess the problem of the boy beside him.
Taking an enormous gulp, Nagi managed to calm down enough to convey to Omi what Schuldich told him.
"Oh, I see." Omi said with a voice no louder than a whisper.
"Schuldich and Aya had received a small note a while ago saying to meet a person who could tell them everything about the information but they found Mira dead when they got there."
"Does anybody else in the house know this?" the young blonde asked Nagi as his companion just replied with a shrug.
"All Schuldich said was to come to the pavilion as soon as possible." The Schwartz hacker said as he got out of bed and started getting dressed.
"Anything else?" Omi asked.
"Yeah." He added as he stepped into the bathroom. "He said to bring umbrellas. Lots of them."
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Aya walked silently through the unknown path that lay beneath him. With his head bent down and his eyes showing no sighs of his true emotion, he ignored the insistent droplets of water that fell from the sky drenching his hair and body. His mind seemed to be more focused on what had just happened. They were so close to finding out the truth and he let it slipped through his fingers. If only he had gotten there sooner. If only he had protected the maid before the killer took her out. If only . . .
Aya gritted his teeth as he thought of what he could have done to preserve the young woman's life. She was only at the ripe age of 24, according to what he asked Omi to process about her, and the idea of dying so young would haunt him forever. The maid had somewhat reminded him of his sister. So carefree and fragile to the world. The figure of the young maid burned in his mind every time he closed his eyes that it hurt. It hurt to think that an innocent died tonight and he was not able to anything about it. Much like what happened to his sister.
Aya gave a soft curse as the images of his sister he tried to get rid of all these years, came back to him like a never ending slide show. Of how they played when they were young, how Aya-chan would slap on the head if he did something mean to her, how she scolded him if he teased her too much, how . . .
Aya quickly shut his eyes to try and block off the images. Aya-chan didn't remember him. That was all that was needed to be said. No matter how much he wished that they would be reunited again, it will never happen. As long as he was trapped in this world of death and blood, they never will be.
As his imagination and deep thinking caught him off guard, he was brought to an abrupt halt when he noticed a person standing mere inches before him, holding up an umbrella to shield both of them from the unrelenting downpour of water.
As he lifted his head up to see who it was, he was surprised to be staring at a pair of jade green eyes filled with understanding and compassion staring back down. A hand reached up and caressed slightly pink cheeks. Aya closed his eyes and was about to scold the German about laying a hand on him when he felt the man's thumb traced slowly along the closed eyelid and brushed off a tear drop. It was only then that he noticed he'd been crying.
"Baka," he heard the older man whisper as the hand stayed there, unmoving. "You can't keep tormenting yourself like this Aya. It's not healthy."
"I can do anything I want Schuldich." He said as he softly batted the hand off.
"But you can't change what's already done." Schuldich said as he brushed a few stray red strands form his head. Aya winced as the thought settled in. "You just have to accept the fact that she's gone." The eyes of the older redhead were looking straight into his like they were piercing into his soul.
"But I do accept that Mira is gone." Aya said as he returned the unblinking gaze of the German.
"I was talking about your sister." Amethyst eyes widened at the statement that hit too close to home.
"Just leave me alone!" the younger assassin said with a glare as he pushed the man away, not wanting to discuss any of his emotions with any one, much less an enemy.
He was about to run the opposite direction when strong arms found his waist and pulled him into a tight embrace resulting with his head resting on the telepath's chest. The umbrella, that the Schwartz assassin brought, lay lopsided and forgotten on the wet grass.
Amethyst eyes were wide open with shock as he noticed how close he was being held and unable to even object. The hands that encircled him had a firm grip, giving him no space or leverage to fight back, however that didn't mean he didn't try. He squirmed in the man's hold trying his best to shake the man off, but his efforts were in vain as that only helped to tighten the arms enveloping him.
After a few moments of trying to get away, he found himself panting and out of breath. He knew that this would lead to nowhere, so he fully gave in, relaxing into the man's hold. He closed his eyes and his lungs took in the cool night's air as he buried his head into the German's chest trying to hide the forming blush there. The soft patter of rain to earth and to his skin helped him come down a bit, but he was still feeling a bit cold.
Slowly, Aya felt a smooth, warm hand reach his and squeezed softly, reassuring him that everything is going to be okay. As Aya inhaled the smell of nature accompanied with the faint trace of nicotine, a small though discreet smile appeared on his lips at the telepath's caring gesture. The man could be caring at times when he wanted to. He never knew that the cold and heartless Schuldich he had often met in battles could be so compassionate.
They stayed standing there, below the rain and in the dark, enjoying the other's company in silence for a few minutes as Aya found an unexpected tranquility in the rising and falling of the German's chest and in the soft beat of his heart. Schuldich, giving a sigh, was the one to pull away.
"I think we'd better go back." He said as he picked up the umbrella, tilting it to dispose the small puddle that gathered there. Shaking it a few times, he raised it above both of their heads. "If we stay any longer, you might catch a cold."
Giving a nod, Aya moved closer under the umbrella to try and shield himself from the rain, though it didn't make much sense since he was already soaking wet.
"Did you tell Akuro about the dead body?" he asked as they started to walk down the path towards the mansion.
"Sort of," Schuldich with a grin. "I told Nagi and Omi. They're already in the pavilion checking the body out for themselves. I told them to tell Akuro afterwards."
"You coward." Aya said with a chuckle and a smile at what Schuldich said. "I told you to tell Akuro, not pass it on to them."
"Well, if you were in my position kitten, you'd do that too you know. It's clearly stated in Assassin Handbook 101, 'self-preservation'." The German said in his defense as a smile also formed on his lips when he noticed the young swordsman was loosening up.
"Whatever you say Schuldich." The sword wielder said as he rolled his eyes at the statement.
"It's true!" he continued. "Besides, I had something more important to look after."
"Oh?" an elegant eyebrow was raised at the response. "What?"
"You."
That caught the younger assassin off guard as he accidentally tripped over a rock in the path and grabbed on to Schuldich for support. The German in turn, held onto the younger redhead's waist and pulled him back up, steadying his footing to keep them both from falling over. For the second time that night Aya found himself pressed unbelievably close to the telepath, staring into those pools of jade and blushing like a school girl. His eyes slowly wandered lower as he took in the German's face. Even in the dark of night, Aya's assassin skills came in handy. He could detect the slightest move in the contours of the man before him with accuracy. His line of sight landed on the telepath's lips and he stayed there imagining how it would feel. If his hands were soft then . . . Aya stopped his train of thought right there as he noticed the lips curving up to form a smile.
"I didn't know you were falling for me kitten." The joke being more than appropriate for the situation.
It was Aya's turn to put some distance between both of them as he stepped back and just stared at anything but Schuldich. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life. He just hoped Schuldich didn't regain enough of his telepathic powers to have taken a peak into his mind. If the man ever found out, Aya would undoubtedly skewer himself with his own katana.
Biting his lower lip and trying to forget the idea, he suddenly heard a soft whisper in a nearby clearing. Turning to Schuldich, who also seemed to have heard the sound, he made a gesture for the German to follow him. They made their way quietly through the lawn, their assassin training helping them in every way possible as the sound of the whisper they heard grew louder by each step. As they moved closer to where the sound originated, they noticed that it was two people conversing. They soon reached the conclusion that it was a man and a woman who were talking because of the soft lady voice and a low male baritone.
They crouched just behind a bush so that they could see who was standing at the other side when two pairs of eyes widened tremendously at what they were witnessing. Their conclusion was right, a man and a woman conversing, but that wasn't the biggest surprise. The man was dressed in a white suit, caressing the cheeks of a young woman, two people whom they knew all too well.
//What do you know . . .// the German said through a telepathic link to the younger man. // the old man's still got spunk.//
True enough the man dressed in white was none other than the man who invited them to the island.
//It's Akuro and Lilika. But why are they here?// as Aya asked the question, they both heard a soft whisper of the drug lord's voice to the young lady standing in front of him.
"I promise, after this mystery is solved we'll be together."
"But Akuro, aren't you worried about your company and what will happen when I . . . ?" She didn't seem to want to go on.
"It's too late for regrets now Lilika. The moment you walked into my life, everything changed. You're the one for me. I know you are. My business be damned. Sakura is there to make sure that it stays afloat anyway. I don't care now that I have you."
"But," She tried to protest.
"I promise you, we will get married and no body can stop us. We'll get married the moment the first Cherry blossom blooms, and from that moment on we shall spend the rest of our lives together."
Lilika was yet again to protest but was cut short when the man towering a few feet above her bent down and captured her mouth in his own. The soft pink eyes of the young lady slowly closed as they both tumbled to the ground followed by noises that can be described only as lovemaking.
//I think it's time we left Schuldich.// Aya said as he noticed the fast disbandment of clothes.
//Just a few more minutes.// the German said as he stared at the two under the pouring black night sky.
//Come on, hentai.// Aya snapped as he grabbed hold of Schuldich's collar and started to drag him back to the path they strayed from.
"Aw, Aya, you're no fun." The German said teasingly when they were a few feet away from earshot.
"You should just let them be. They're only expressing how much they appreciate each other's presence by their activities." Aya scolded the telepath on proper etiquette about the matter. "And I'm certain a person like you have had your fair share of the kind."
"Your right Fujimiya," The Schwartz assassin said with a chuckle as he heard a series of soft moaning and gasping sounds that followed coming from behind the bushes.
"Besides," he continued, stepping closer to the younger assassin and tilting his head up so that the swordsman's amethyst eyes stared straight at him, his thumb grazing slightly at the younger redhead's lips.
"I'm sure I can make much more beautiful sounds from you kitten." A smile graced the German's face as his hand moved to position itself behind the young katana wielder's head, tangling themselves in blood red strands when the older man's lips started to descend, covering his fully. Aya swore that at that moment his heart stopped beating.
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The large wooden doors leading to the two redhead's room from the hallway burst open as Aya stomped in blushing profusely, quickly followed by an older redhead who was massaging his reddened cheek. The younger assassin took off his soaking coat and threw it into the hamper as he made his way to the bed.
"What did you do that for Aya? You could have broken my jaw with that punch." The German said as he closed the doors and placed the umbrella on a stand nearby.
"That was the point Schuldich." The katana master said as he grabbed a pillow and threw it at top speed to the older man who was trying to reason with him.
Luckily, the man's quick reflexes allowed him to catch the fast approaching pillow before it did him any damage. With his patience slowly rising, he narrowed his eyes and with a speed that would rival anyone, the telepath who was standing a few feet away, now towered in front of him. After which he grabbed the younger assassin's hands and toppled both of them unto the bed with the young swordsman pressed under him, both of his hands restrained in Schuldich's own.
Now this was getting to be a real pain. For the fourth time, Aya was placed faced to face with the German telepath with distances that can only described as too close for comfort. His breathing was coming in short, shallow gasps as he noticed that the older redhead was now planting small kisses on his jaw. Closing his eyes shut, he tilted his head, trying to get away from the invading kisses, not knowing that he was only allowing the Schwartz assassin more room to wander in.
"I think it's time you let Aya go for a moment Schuldich. We still need to discuss some things." A childlike voice interrupted his ministrations.
A small smile appeared on the telepath's lips as he paid no heed to the words and continued to move his lips up the katana master's jaw, stopping just at a spot under his ear.
"Oh God!" Aya gasped out as the expert tongue of the German sucked in that specific spot, not willing to stop just because his teammate said so. Suddenly, the pillow that Aya threw a while ago, floated into the air and with an invisible force, finally made a strong descent onto Schuldich head, jarring the man back to reality.
"What the fuck!" The telepath shouted as he abandoned the slightly dazed redheaded kitten on the bed and was waving clenched fists at the young telekinetic standing by the bathroom door beside a slightly blushing Weiss hacker.
As a string of curses flowed naturally out of the German's lips, Aya got up and was shaking his head as if trying to wake up from a dream. He could not believe that Schuldich got so close to him and he in turn had done nothing to stop him. His mind made a decision there and then. Tonight was definitely the most embarrassing night of his whole life.
He felt the bed creak a little as the German telepath took a seat beside him, grumbling something in German about dumb Japanese kids spoiling his fun.
"Alright, now that we've got your attention," Nagi started, as he stood in front of both older assassins. "We have done all we could to find out how long Mira has been dead."
"We estimated it around twenty minutes before the assigned time given to you that she was killed." Omi continued for him.
"It was a clean, swift kill. No hesitation, no mistakes."
"So the person who we're looking for is a male?" Schuldich said as he leaned back on the bed, eyeing the silent kitten beside him.
"That or maybe by a really, really strong woman." Omi said with a smile at the thought.
"The chances of it being done by a man is higher than actually finding a woman who is really, really strong. Since so far, we've noticed no one with that description in the island." Nagi said pointing out the suspect's characteristics.
"Oh, I see." The blonde said with a nod.
"Let's recap. So far, we have found out that our suspect is left handed because of the gash left on Yuriko. A man because of the smooth blow on the head. But even with this, we still have to find someone fitting the description and his motive. If we find the man with the pet name of 'Mighty Steed' he may help us with the part of Yuriko that's missing." Nagi said as he ran a hand through his brown hair.
"So why was Nagoi and Mira killed?" the telepath said as he intervened. "I understand why the doc. got his just desserts but why Mira?"
"That's something we still need to figure out." The Schwartz hacker said with a sigh. "Maybe she also knew too much and was needed to be disposed of."
"I have a question." The soft voice of the katana master said as fiddled with his sleeve, not wanting to look anyone in the eye. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the body was found when we arrived around a quarter to twelve and was killed nine o'clock the night before right?"
"Yeah." Omi said with a nod.
"That means the body had fourteen hours and forty-five minutes floating in the ocean. So why wasn't it taken away by the tide?"
"Well, there was a strong downpour the night before you arrived. Probably the waves brought her in." Schuldich said as he pointed out the same downpour as to what was happening outside.
"Sorry, let me rephrase. Nagi," Aya said as he looked at the young hacker. "Do you have a picture of how the body of Yuriko looked like after she was found?" Giving a nod, Nagi reached into a pale folder he was holding and pulled out a picture of the deceased.
"This was taken right after her body was found correct?" Another nod came from the telekinetic. Aya stared closer at the picture and a small smile appeared on his lips.
"Just as I thought. Look." He said as he called the others closer. "What do you notice about the clothes?"
"Aside from what Nagi told us about the missing spot where the stab wound should be, nothing." The young Weiss sharpshooter said. A wider smile replaced the one that was there as Aya continued.
"Precisely."
"What?" The German said, getting more confused by the moment. "I don't follow."
"If someone is thrown into the ocean, with raging winds and waves for the past fourteen or so hours, wouldn't you notice wet water marks on her clothes?" an eyebrow raised at the question. "What's more, with it staying that long in the ocean, the clothes should have caught tiny bacteria on them, or at the very least algae. Her clothes showed nothing of the sort."
"This is some deep shit." The German commented as he caught the thought in Aya's last statement.
"So what are you saying Aya?" Omi asked, his interest in the mystery growing by the minute.
"I myself am not quite certain as to what this mystery still holds. But what I am certain is that if we don't find whoever is responsible, we'll be finding ourselves in deeper shit. . ."
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-Gunning Angel-