Part 7

"He got into bed with me." Schuldig explained quickly, looking at the four pairs of assassin's eyes that were giving him a rather deadly look. Omi was happily staying out of this. "I'd never do anything, Nagi would twist me into a pretzel." There was a crunching sound as Nagi cracked the knuckles of both hands by rolling his hands with his fingers interlocked, it was quite a disturbing sight. Crawford looked half asleep, Yohji's glare was worth mentioning, and Ken was picking at his nails and looking up every now and again but Aya's glare needed a hunting license in most states of the US. Schuldig may not have recognised it for what it was but he was being treated to a full factor five Shi-ne glare. "And Crawford would shoot me, Omi's jail bait, I mean underage." He looked around them in panic. It was it, he was going to die. Crawford half asleep was just a good a shot as Crawford wide awake, wide awake he could negotiate. "Come on, kiddo, back me up."
Omi's wide blue eyes managed to get larger as the group of irate assassins turned to him. "I did get into bed with him." He looked at Nagi who was frowning, and then Aya who was loudly seething. "But it was Schuldig's mind control."
Schuldig yelped. As his hair was suddenly pulled in multiple directions. "Nagi, I can't do that in my sleep." He said trying to move his head to accommodate the tugging. "I wouldn't, Nagi, would kill me." He flicked his eyes to Crawford who didn't know about Nagi and Omi, "Bombay's his to torment, and I might have traumatised him. I didn't mean to." He jerked his head again, "Nagi, let go of my hair."
"No." Nagi said.
Aya had started polishing his sword which gave a long screaming noise. Mihana was sleeping upstairs.
"It was a misunderstanding." Schuldig protested. "Honest."
"What are you doing here?" Omi asked, "I mean, imagine waking up to you, I could be traumatised, I might have to go see the Kritiker psychiatrist."
"Crawford got drunk and had a vision." Aya growled in a tone that only dogs should be able to hear. "They were in no state to go home, I let them stay."
"So…" Omi left it open.
"I wasn't going back to bed so I let Nagi stay in my bed."
"You let Nagi into your bed?" Crawford asked, finally deciding to be part of the conversation.
"I wasn't in it at the time." Aya said, "I was down here with you. I sent him to bed with Mihana."
"And who is she?" Crawford was paying as much attention as he could throw several large glasses of champagne, the bubbles were obviously confusing him. "Is she one of the buxom Kritiker secretaries, because Nagi's only fifteen." He stopped, "I remember when he was really little."
"Crawford, Mihana's six months old, she's just a baby." Aya said quietly, patting him on the hand, "and Nagi was in my bed with the baby and George, his donkey, because you woke them up, that's all." His voice had gone from polishing his sword to gently fond, "and he's still your baby, now go back to sleep so I can kill the German for attempting to get Omi into bed."
"But I'm more likely to get in bed with Nagi, Omi's not as likely to kill me as genki me to death." Schuldig protested.
"Try it and I'll tell Far that you're as Catholic as the pope." Crawford managed, "if you lay a hand on him, and that you hold mass in your room and that you sing hymns."
"Aren't you laying it on a bit thick?" Aya asked, turning to look at Crawford where he was draped over the sofa.
"Wanna make sure." Crawford said with a huge yawn, "Far sometimes gets bored and doesn't finish, but don't wanna 'ave bleeding German in kitchen on tiles, making floor slippy."
"Go back to sleep." Aya said, patting him on the thigh, "I'll kill them and no one will ever touch Nagi like that, ever, okay."
"Okay," Crawford said, rolling over unto his side.
"He's sobering up." Schuldig said, "not enough to actually kill me."
"All right, Omi," Aya said, "he's asleep, tell me the truth."
Omi flushed, he looked at Schuldig's new spiky hair do and the occasional mutters of "Itai." He looked at Nagi who looked about to remove Schuldig's hairs one by one.
"You tried to get into bed with Nagi, didn't you?" Aya asked calmly, "but you didn't know that he was in my bed and not his own, because Schuldig was staying over, so you snuck past Yohji and Ken to get into bed with him and found yourself staring at Mastermind."
"Yes," Omi admitted, on the verge of tears, "and I thought you'd kill me, and if you didn't it would be Crawford because he doesn't know. I'm sorry, Schuldig, I had to."
"I think you've been punished enough. I know your intentions were genuine," Aya said, "at least I can assume your intentions were genuine." He added a glare that suggested that they really had best have been. "Now apologise to Schuldig, apologise to Nagi, and then go to bed, your own bed!" He stood up. Omi gave a round of apologies and went to bed with his head down. "Nagi, you can let go of Schuldig's hair now, I will explain to Crawford that it was just a misunderstanding, now go to bed, both of you, try and get some sleep, you've got till the count of three before I go from understanding Aya to homicidal Aya."
"Ichi," the two of them scrambled to their feet and ran up the stairs. "ni," he sniggered to himself, and then put his head down next to Crawford's thigh and went to sleep himself.

Crawford woke from a really good sleep, one of those that you only really get when you're drunk and you feel safe. Aya was leaning against his thigh, looking up at him. "Welcome to the world of the living." Aya said fondly, "when you go to the bathroom, make sure to lock the door, Yohji just barges in if the door's not locked."

Schuldig awoke from a deep sleep in which he was being chased by plush Pokemon warriors each of which had red hair and pointy swords. He'd had some strange dreams before but this one was a trick.
He yawned, scratching his head and walked across the hall into the empty bathroom. Closing the door he started the shower, stepping under the hot water.

Yoji woke up slowly and without waiting to finish the process stepped into the next room to have a shower. He always did his best waking up in the shower.
He yanked back the curtain and stepped into the tray.
"Oi," Schuldig said with an angry glare. "This is my shower, come back in a bit."
"Uhn?" Yohji managed, the shower had never talked to him before.
"You really are easy, aren't you." he looked at him, "Now look into my eyes." He did what he considered his best mesmer stare. "Get the hell out of the bathroom till I finish my shower."

Crawford looked at the ceiling which shouted at them.
"Looks like Schuldig found out the hard way about locking the door." Aya said, pouring out the tea.

Author's Note

Look I didn't forget this story, I know it's meant to be before Xmas but I wanted Xmas to actually come out at Christmas, strangely, I know the idea itself is revolutionary, but you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs.

There's only a few more chapters in this one, and then you can join the poll, which one's next

An assassin and White Wedding, featuring the tale of Prince Xiao-Ming who wants to marry Aya-chan Fujimiya as the sole heir of her parents fortune but there's just one small impediment, he's kind of gotten her confused with Omi.

Or

An Assassin and White Porsche; in which a famous American businessman has a problem with a certain other American businessman, thinking that he might be cheating because he can predict the Dow Index with remarkable clarity, almost as if he could see the future. Of course, when it's the CEO of Wayne Enterprises things never go as smoothly as they should.