Warning: OOC-ness, and... other stuff

Author Notes: Thanks for the feedback! Here's the next chap!

Disclaimer: I DON'T own Weiss Kruez.

Claimer: I OWN YUSURU. So if you take her without my knowledge... I hope something bad happens to you. So please, don't take her. TY

"talk, talk"

thoughts

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Forgive typos

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Chapter 3

It had already been a few days since Ran had been living in the household. Well, it was really big for a house but not quite big enough to be a mansion. The maids and male servants were very courteous to the blade master as he usually wonders around the corridors of the abode. There were lots of things to do in there actually and Aya never grew tired of the views it had to offer.

Although Schuldig had been quite protective about his guest... He didn't even want the other redhead to sleep in another room except with Schuldig. That fact made him feel slightly comforted and as well as even more stalked. He had tried sleeping elsewhere. The divan outside, the various guestrooms, even the roof but the next morning he'd have the telepath sleeping REALLY close to him. And... the telepath also told him not to go out the gates of the house. What are they? Married?

Not yet... Ran thought. Then the realization hit him. Did he just....? What the hell is wrong with me?... He mentally slapped himself at the idea and continued to think in his own little place within his subconscious.

In truth...

He had grown quite fond of the former member of Schwarz. Aside from the very kinky way the telepath would try to talk and touch him. He was very intelligent and there were topics, which they could both relate to...

Food, books, literature, sometimes about history although Schuldig got really bored with that, art works, and so on. He was a good man and had a sense of humor.

Aya had walked around the hallways, finding a new way to entertain himself while the other red head was out and doing his job... which he didn't know of but also made another one of those mental notes to ask the mind reader about it later tonight. Now he had a plan... Why not check the garden? He hadn't done that yet. He strolled toward the back door near the living room. Upon opening it he saw a very well maintained backyard. Plenty of classes of flowers bloomed at every corner. And a large tree that provided the good shade and welcoming a nice morning breeze as its leaves danced with the wind. He sat under the shady plant while staring at the flowers in front of him with a half smile on his porcelain face.

He had been reminded of his old companions. How were they? Alive still and living their lives as much as they can...? He had said that before, to take in even the harshness of tomorrow and live each day to the fullest. But... he was a hypocrite when it came to that statement. He had been secretly planning to escape the walls of Schuldig's home. Then... finally find eternal refuge. It won't be too long now... he just needed the time to think. Until that comes, at least try to repay the telepath in anyway he can. And try not to get too attached. What he really didn't want now was something that would link him to the world of the living.

He had used his mental barrier to block off Schuldig, all of his mental protection just for the deliberation of wanting to end his life. It was stupid, not only that but narrow-minded and selfish. But he needs to do it.

It would be better for everyone... if he had really never came to this world from the beginning.

He leaned on the bark of the tall tree. The wind still playing happily around with the motionless plants, as if searching for a friend. If there was a beginning... there must be an end. And a killer was no exception. A murderer... A killing marionette for the Takatori. He was nothing without the satisfaction of taking lives in general... Justice... for the good of tomorrow... They were fabrications of what lay beneath. Simply, selfishness... the will to stay living in this cruel place whether it was going to hurt and even kill people...

It had become something Aya no longer wanted to be part of. He was neither saint nor angel that worked under the sanctifying grace of God. But clearly a monster, a minion of hell and he knew there was no other identity that he was soaked in. He then looked up at the trees strong sturdy braches and green leaves. Although the tree was shady, there were places where the sunlight had penetrated its shield and hit the grass; this was of course due to the lack of closeness of the leaves. Then he remembered what a few of his victims had last said before he had stabbed them through the heart.

"Why are you doing this?! Do you honestly think you can rid the world of its evil??!"

They were right... they can't but he was sure he was making a difference. At least he thought he was... He himself had been no better than the killers. And for that he should be brought back to where he was born, in the underworld.

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"Are we done yet...?" Schuldig complained. His arms crossed against his chest, looking at Crawford rather impatient to leave the area. They were inside a base, inside was a large monitor with the rest of its electronic parts and dead people on the ground. There expressions were peaceful; they were killed to quickly to feel anything.

Crawford was trying to tap into the mainframe, typing rapidly while only looking at the screen. Various pictures came up and info. Most of them was a picture of a girl, blue hair and big silver eyes. Fair complexion, looked only around 12 years old.

"Oooohh... Crawford is spying on little children... I see..." Schuldig said slyly. The sound of only the keyboard and nothing else was exasperating him more, he was now more eager to get home and see his... Ran-ran.

"Shut up. We're here strictly on business." Crawford replied monotonously.

"Ch' whatever... As long as it's quick because I have my 'own' business to attend to." Schuldig muttered. He stared at the monitor blankly. "... Why are we here again?..." He sensed the Oracle fry in his own anger. "Sorry. I tend to forget when I have other things on my mind."

"We are here to retrieve a very special organism..."

"Ahh... how scientific." Schuldig grinned. "What sort of special 'organism' is this?"

For a long moment there was only the sound typing and nothing else. Schuldig can always read the Oracle's mind if he doesn't say anything. But he sensed that this was something very important so he waited patiently for the reply.

"A necromancer."

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He took a spoonful of food that was set on his plate. It was something he had never tasted before, it was again pasta with some very chewy meat on it. Its sauce tasted of tomato as usual red pasta was made of; it also had anchovies on it. But he can't quite get the texture of this specific meat product; it also has a salty fish taste. What is it? The dining table was for 12 people it was rectangular in shape. There was large chandelier on top that gave an exquisite yellow light. Adorned gold chains and studded with clear crystals. The walls were made of a wood-like decoration, which was finely smoothened. There was an opening in front where the front door was and the entrance to his left to where the kitchen stood.

There was a maid with green short hair right beside him in case he needed anything her name was Natsumi. The mind reader had introduced him to all the people of the household just before he left Ran that morning. He looked at his glass of water and sipped from it, thinking of what this food can possibly be made of.

He took another spoonful of the dish. Then he went back to reading a book he had found in the telepath's little library while strolling around again before he was called to eat dinner. It was a very deep story, about a woman warrior... Who fell in love with a very high profiled man who was engaged to a princess. It was at first a cliché as he read the back. But as he opened the first page, he was wrong...

This girl was actually from a family of a special occult but had been wiped out during a 'massacre' that her sister was in charge of, wiping out the whole family in the process. She, her sister, and her supposed 'husband' were said to be the only survivors of such a sad event... It was a very complicated storyline that he had been deeply interested in. Maybe it was because he was probing in the ending...

Would the woman warrior be together with the man she wanted to be whether it was forbidden? Or would she end up dead and heartbroken? Then he changed the subject.

What was this mysterious meat product? He ate on. He turned to look at the maid. "Natsumi-san," he spoke softly and she looked at him with a smile. "what is this called? What's this meat?" He showed her the meat in his utensil and ate it after.

"Master Fujimiya, that dish is called Putanesca. It has horse meat." She spoke kindly.

Silence....

"Natsumi?" A calm voice came from the lips of the red head.

"Yes, master?"

"Please get me a strong drink..." Slightly agitated. She bowed and turned around to get his order. She soon came back with a glass of wine, she handed the red-ish substance to him and he took and sipped. Then downed the whole thing, he returned to her the glass. I ate a bloody horse... And no one even bothered to tell me?! "Natsumi..."

"Yes, master Fujimiya?"

"Next time, can you tell me what the food is made of...?"

"Of course." She smiled. And he sighed. He faced the table, and stared at his plate. She took it as a signal and took his half-finished meal from him. "I'll take this and replace it with something Japanese, ne?"

"Yes, please..." he sighed again. He then took his book and read on. Then he remembered something... Where's Schuldig? He looked at the clock to his right, and it was 9 in the evening and usually the German would be here by this time to somewhat remind him that he was hot and sexy. And other things like play with his hair and offer to bathe him, which Ran with not a second thought rejected the offers with a hint of the bashfulness tainted in his face. The thought of it would be nice but... ew. Ok now the digesting horse innards within his stomach must be getting to him.

As if on cue, he heard the front door open. He looked up from his book and saw Schuldig looking rather... disappointed. Aya tilted his head quite slightly; the telepath's eyes were cast down a little, his hands on his sides and a frown carved on his features. The darker red head felt somewhat moved by the unusual display of emotions by the mind reader as he just stood there.

"Is there something wrong?" Ran asked destroying the unwelcomed silence.

He received no reply. Just that Jade eyes were locked unto to his violet orbs. That made Aya even more confused; usually the greeting with would be something like "RAN-RAN!!" then the hug of death. Or something that was well related to the art of seduction but now it was just a long lull and looks of dissatisfaction.

"Oni-san... What's your name?" He heard a chillingly matured woman's voice beside him. He slowly, averted his gaze at what ever was beside him. He's head didn't move move, just the steady movement of fine amethyst orbs. He saw the figure beside him, a young girl her dark blue hair draped on her shoulders, a dress that of those dolls made to look like those children of the Victorian age. Her well formed hands placed behind her back. She really did look like a doll, her big sparkling silver eyes seemed to unreal to be a human's and such perpetual youth, when this 12-year-old had reached the age of 16 she might well seduce all the men who laid eyes on her.

He heard a sigh come from the German. "Don't worry, kitty. She's not going to hurt you."

Ran was in deep thought. He didn't want to move... It scared him that the fact that he didn't even sense that she had entered and she was there right beside him. How was that possible?... Even if he hadn't been training daily his senses are still sharp as to be compared to any of the great assassins.

"Nii-san.... What's your name?" Her voice was heard again.

"Aya." He answered with no emotion.

"That's a girl's name. Not your real name, is it?" She asked, still not changing her voice tone and facial reactions.

"Maybe." He replied. He turned his gaze back at the German who was in some kind of frightened but trying his best to keep it to himself. He was pale in color, as if he found out some horrible secret. Why is the telepath looking so off color? The girl cast her eyes Schuldig, then back at Aya.

"Funny," She said out of the silence of the dining room. "Safron says it's different." A calm expression was printed well and still on her face. Aya raised an eyebrow on the remark, he shifted his chair to look at her and the mind reader stiffened. Despite being all the way in the other side of the room, he was uneasy.

"Who's Safron?" The red head asked her and she gave a small smiled to dent her façade. He felt his heart hold its steady beating. Like her answer would kill him. Fear. That was the beckoning emotion within his soul that was screaming to be expressed. Her eyes of the moon's lining were one that could either bring you to heaven or burn you in hell.

"He is." She remarked and gestured at some hidden figure behind Aya. He turned his head but to his surprise and screamed... He saw something far from what he wanted to see. And it sent chills up his spine. What he saw... could rip even the most courageous of warriors throughout the land to cower into the lonely corner. And the wise turn into nothing but mediocre vegetables, there brains into shriveled up prunes as if the very knowledge in their skulls have been sucked....

Schuldig.

At the silence the whole room was filled with laughter. There were maids by both the entrance to the door where Schuldig had entered and the entrance in where Natsumi had used to enter and exit the room, several other household servants were laughing their heads off. And the green-haired maid herself was giggling. Holding what looked like a recorder

"Holy Shit, what the f-ck are you doing here??!!" He yelled at the mind reader tainted severely by the color of hot blood. Schuldig was laughing on his knees and holding his stomach and trying to stop his fits of amusement he tried to reply but as he looked at Aya he just laughed even harder, unable to answer the fired-up and embarrassed redhead. He took his opportunity to stand-up from his dining chair. "I'm waiting...." The sword master said with impatience and the aura of wanting to kill the German was very visible.

"Calm down, kitty... It was just some prank I made on my way back home from work. Which I contacted Natsumi for and had the whole household help set up cameras around the room." He laughed. And the other man began to twitch violently. "So even Yusuru decided to help. Isn't that right Yusuru?" Aya turned to look at the 12 year old as she nodded. The angered red head averted his death glare back to the German on the floor who smiled innocently back.

"That... wasn't funny..." Ran was still flushed from embarrassment. Ran had screamed and was frightened by but a now newly rated German as EVIL BASTARD and a child. Not only that he had been very secretly recorded without his consent. What if the German had taped him in the shower or while he was sleeping? Cross out the old rate it was now DISGUSTING STALKING BASTARD.

Schuldig chuckled. "Oh no, kitty. You're scream is very beautiful so don't be ashamed of it." With that he stood up, he leaned on the slightly shorter red head and whispered softly so the servants wouldn't hear it. "But not quite the scream I will make you do when we're in bed. Oh no, that one would be even better than any of the classical masterpieces..."

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Moments later, Ran stomped out of the area blushing madly but despite that kept his dominant killing aura surrounding him, the servants keep a very large 6 feet radius away from his path. And he had brought with him the book he was reading, the booming of a door slamming echoed and sent tremors around the home.

Schuldig was left there with a rather large bump on the head. He was rubbing it in pain while he muttered German curse words. Natsumi had approached her master and assisted him with his wounds along with 3 more maids. He then dismissed his loyal servants all accept Natsumi, Yusuru has then been given a meal and she ate quietly beside the German who had a bag of ice on his orange mane. Sitting on the seat which the very moody swordsman had been on

"Was I being too mean, Natsu?" Schu said with a half smile. He was leaning on his elbow on the table where he laid his head. The green headed maid shook her head in disapproval. The German faced her amused at the reply. "What do you think about it then?"

"No master, I think Master Fujimiya is just very sensitive. But I think you're job would be to open him up to more things in life. Despite his cold demeanor, he is really to kind to a fault which is why being an assassin had dented the very fragile glass of his soul." She spoke respectfully. Her voice wise and sophisticated and well enveloped with compassion. "You should be much more careful when dealing with the way he feels, Master."

Schuldig sighed at the well given advice. Natsumi was the most well trusted maid in the whole abode. She was recommended by Crawford when the house was built and the American being one hell of a good friend gave him Natsumi, despite her motherly gestures, the maid was trained ninja as well as the other maids in the house and other male helpers. But Natsumi was well rated by Crawford it to at least to get the simple "It's fine." From that perfectionist was very hard.

"Thanks for the advice, Natsu..." He grinned. This is getting to be very exciting... He looked at the silent Yusuru. Then at his green haired maid."Do you have that tape?"

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A lone shadow sat in front of a computer. Typing something rapidly on the keyboard. It was almost midnight and he really needed to catch up on sleep. The monitor displayed a couple of pictures of Yusuru... while she had resurrected an old man from the very depths of his supposed undisturbed sleep. And how she was recorded to say the name 'Safron' and ask questions. She would look like some kind of cursed and forsaken kid but that wasn't far from the truth... she was more of a gifted child who had been in the hands of the wrong type of people for too long.

The man typed on, he grabbed the mouse and double clicked on a folder that was named, 'Gainel'. A smile crossed hid lips as he looked at the content.

::Yusuru Gainel::

::Experiment number: 000::

::Alias: Angel::

::Status: unknown::

The man scrolled down. He had found the angel... Now he had to find the demon that took her away.

TBC

Sigh... I think the middle was a little strange. Hehe, Sorry. By the way, Natsumi the maid/ninja is mine and so is Yusuru. Please don't take them. TY.

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