A/N: Hey people! Thanks for all your reviews. This fanfic would obviously be rotting somewhere without all your constant support. The more reviews I get, the less likely I'd get one of those evil writer's blocks. (the devil's comrade. I guarantee that fact…) So please send me some love! It's December! –grin- Alright then, enough with my babble, on to business.

Please forgive my typos

Disclaimer: Weiss Kruez is not mine. I'm just writing for my sick muse and to share my fantasies with other people…

Claimer: Original production out ofmy own muse. (although the name SEAL is sorta borrowed. I too don't own that mind.) Please don't take away the happiness without my permission and approval.

Warnings: Correct me if I'm wrong but some thoughts and words here may get as high as PG-15, tops. But I'm not 100 percentsure. I doubt R would pop up. And the usual OOC-ness. And maybe other things

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Chapter 11

It was dark once again. Under a night filled with stars, as it glowed and reflected on the restless waters. The boat was moving in a moderately quick pace. You can feel the little sprinkling of the water as it hit the side of the ship and made that splashing noise. It was almost December and it was freezing cold outside especially near the water.

She looked out at sea, leaning on the edges of the ship. She got to the ship and was able to evade Winters. It was going well… for now. Time passed and she started listening to the voices in her head, a scene that was still so clear up until now but then happened so long ago. She let the tears swell in her eyes but didn't bother to wipe it away.

"I hope he won't be too hard on himself." Yasumi told herself in a soft whisper. She grabbed the hair in the back of her head. And continued to think in her own solitude.

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Slowly he opened his eyes to realize that it was getting cold. Beautiful violet eyes scanned the room, he sat up and found him self wrapped in sheets and fur comforters. The lamp was on but he noticed that he was the only one in the room and he frowned at the realization. He looked down at the edge of the bed to find his discarded clothes.

He really did it. Yep. He lost his virginity… to a man.

He turned red at the thought. It's not like it was bad… It felt nice… With the kisses, caressing and the-

Ok, enough… Bad…

But still…

He sighed as he felt the smile form on his face and he laid back down on the comfort of the cushions and sheets. He felt so brand new… Shiny… or something. He couldn't explain it… (A/N: Neither can I…) But it felt so right. Pleasure. That was a cleaner word for it. Mind blowing Pleasure. It blew up plenty of times while they were…

Ok, enough… Mind must stop turning. Bad thoughts…

With that he turned to the table with a lamp on it, he saw a note and on top of it a souvenir pen. Reacting quickly, he moved and picked up the note and read it aloud softly. "Hello Aya," He began with an eyebrow arched in amusement. "Sorry to leave you alone right after that. Braddy is such an arse." Arse... Ah, ass. "We have to meet in the casino, dress up nice, ok? Formal or Semi-formal is fine. Love, Schu." He looked at the bottom of the note. "P.S. Thanks for preparing my clothes. You got the good ones, hehe. You tasted wonderful, not bad for the first time. (insert wink). I love you!"

Silence…

Did he have to leave the PS? He got reminded again and his mind was filled with dirty thoughts. At least he didn't stink at his first go... Ok! That's it. He stood up, still wrapped up in his bed sheet. He's going to take a warm shower and wash the… stuff off him. Damn his whacked up brain for being so caught up in imaginations such as those.

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After a long search of something good to wear out of the bags which he had forgotten which goes where… came to a conclusion. He wore a dark blue suit over a black shirt, his pants matching his suit. The usual dark colors brought the color of his eyes. Since when did he start caring about that? Has he gotten more conscious about his appearance?... He paused. Ok…

He then he got the towel and dried his hair a little and ran his hand through it once. And what do you know, his hair is fixed! He threw the towel on to the bed. Straightened out his outfit and left the room with a card key in hand.

As he walked, he found his way into the main hall and looked at the board near the staircase for directions. He made his way to the other side and found himself near an indoor swimming pool and across it the casino. And casually after an intake of air, he walked in.

Time to look for someone he knew before he gets molested or seduced. More or less stared at… he gets that a lot.

The place was mostly shiningly gold in appearance, the red thin carpet below his feet made it easy for him to walk. There were exotic dancers here and there dressed scantily and walking around trying to get themselves a full pocket with ugly fat tyrants. Gambling, money, smoke, alcohol… Not exactly his place. But he could live. Money was good. Money is always good. Just not the naked people and the rich jerks, they should be burned.

He looked at his side. Black jack. The dealer was in a winning streak… The other competitors can eat crap. In other words… they sucked like hell.

I was Weiss… Aya, you're suppose to be against these things… He paused. Oh piss off. I can gamble, I'm not killing anyone. I'm just making a third world country… Sadder. He paused again. Ok, just to kick ass Aya, you're here to kick... Ass. He walked up to the table. "I'll join. Hit me." He took a seat and the rest of the onlookers looked at him for a brief moment and then went back to the game. They placed their bets.

(A/N: I know the rules, but I'll change things here and there.)

The dealer distributed the cards. They were 5, so it's from right to left. One guy, another guy, Aya, other guy, dealer. And some people and hookers supporting who they wanted to support. That's the system. The 2 cards in front of the dealer, on up, which was a 6 of hearts and another which was faced down with blue decors. Aya looked at his hand… Lucky him... "Black Jack." He announced before another player could say anything. He placed his cards down revealing a jack of spades and an ace of spades. Oh lucky him…

He watched him from the bar, in between were tables of roulette, and other gambling games. Waitresses dressed scantily would pass by with a tray in hand and drinks. Rich men and women everywhere, he was surrounded by power and money.

"Hey boy, would you want anything else?" The woman in the other side of the bar asked, trying her best to seduce him with her well-exposed curves and tone of voice. "A drink perhaps?" He sighed to himself. If he said yes, she'd probably end up drugging him and taking him somewhere to perform "service". He stayed silent. "Oh, you shy boy… Hm. That's what makes you so adorable I suppose…"

"Nagi." He heard Persia's voice and turned to see the man himself with a bright beam. The girl glared at the intruder and went back to her post. Muttering something along the lines, 'why are all the cute ones gay…' Persia sat beside him, ignoring the previous remark he heard from the lady bartender who took in a different victim on the other side, in his view he saw his old teammate on a very desirable winning streak. He sighed.

"What now Persia?" Nagi asked before his boss could get too buried in his self.

"We'll begin with the mission when we get to the island tonight. We have to see how dangerous this Christopher Winters is." He said seriously and looked at Ran again, he seems to be winning a lot of cash as he saw hookers holding him, which he ignored and continued kicking the now very irritated dealer's ass. All the other guys have left, they now knew they didn't have a chance. Then he looked at Nagi, who was looking at another game not far from them. He seemed to be engrossed in the game of roulette as the ball spun and landed on a color and number. He smiled. "Hey Nagi."

The younger boy looked at the other man. Half curious and the other part looking serious. "Nagi, do you want to gamble?"

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He watched everything from above, he was in the balcony which only himself and his companion he was to meet up the balcony can activate. Being a fake Mafia was fun. His left hand was holding on to the gold colored fence and the other hand in his pocket. He had a maroon nearly-black hat crowned on his head, with a dark blue ribbon around it. His orange red hair tied up neat in a ponytail. He was wearing a red button up shirt under an open suit of the same color of his hat; he also wore pants and leather shoes to complete the wardrobe. With a gold band on his neck to match, his two top buttons on his under shirt was unbuttoned.

He sighed as he watched his kitten win and have a lot of other half naked women crowd around him like ants to a fine meal of sugar. He sighed. He's hot and getting rich… who wouldn't want his Ran-ran?

"Mr. Vilhem." He heard an American accent of a middle-aged man behind him, fluent and well-spoken English. He looked back and saw a blonde man. Well-built, gorgeous, fair complexion, he was wearing a gold bracelet in his left wrist and a watch. He was clad in a plain neat black suit, simple but dressed richly in the best of fabrics. He had sparkling blue green eyes that said more than it should. He didn't need telepathy to read his glare.

He looked angry and Schuldig could sense that anger directed right at him. Somebody's got a stick up their ass… A very thick stick… he doesn't have to look so… FAT just coz Yasumi didn't show up for dinner. Hehehe. Yeah, she hates your guts and you just don't want to accept it. Hahaha… "Good evening, Mr. Winters." Despite Schuldig mental conversation with his own muse he came up with an answer dipped in a German tone no doubt but also he is a master in the English language. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," the American said nearing him. He stopped close enough for the telepath to take in his scent. A rich cologne but not as strong, it had a sensuous feel to Schuldig's surprise. "It's about that American comrade of yours, what's his name? I can't seem to recall…"

"Brad. Brad Crawford." Schuldig said with a grin. He knew the question before hand of course. But waiting and being polite never hurt anyone. Obviously, this guy has seen the young raven headed president with Crawford more than enough times. What an annoying guy, doesn't trust his own wife-to-be.

"Ah, of the Crawford industry. Big money that company." The American remarked a little calmer. "Is he…?"

"With Miss Yasumi? No, they're business partners really." Schuldig remarked getting impatient due to his companion's formalities that took too much time. "I assure you. There is nothing between them." He said and he eyed down the balcony again. He felt in control… wait, he is in control. Then he looked at Ran, gathering more money by the minute. Lady luck seems to have found Ran hot too. He smiled at the thought, he also saw Nagi and Persia… gambling? And actually winning?

Waw… never knew that goody-goody of a boss would be into gambling. He was proud of the munchkins. They're so cute together, they can hide it all they wanted but it's obvious they like each other. He could smell their thoughts, Nagi's mental shields are not as good as Crawford's and so much more easier to pry into him. Especially Mamoru's… vulnerable children. Which brings us to the question, why would Nagi work for him when they escaped the hands of a evil industry? He likes him. And Schuldig couldn't some up with a better theory.

And then he recognized a presence, quickly he looked around the people surrounding his kitty. To make sure he's safe but… Aedës… he hissed in his mind as he eyed the pretty boy walking in casually like he was some rich person. He saw him walk closer and closer to Ran. He narrowed his eyes, gaze locking on to the kleptomaniac. Those years of missing objects. Farfie hated him too, he stole his knives. Although the man had said it hurts God… it hurt Farfarello, no irritated him. And hurti-I mean irritating Farfarello means making the Redeemer happy… It just wasn't acceptable. (to his Jei's standards at least) He also stole Nagi's favorite plushy, it was a very cute bear! And he took it for his own evil. And… he stole Crawford's… wait he didn't steal from Crawford.

But the man who loathed him the most was Schuldig. They were always competing. In nearly everything, power, friends, better sex-lives and more. They were rivals…

Schuldig grinned evilly. If he wanted his kitten that badly, he better be making his own damn dream of it. With that the German walked passed Christopher, heading for the doorway. "Well, we're near the island. I better be on my way. The auction will be soon, won't it?" Without waiting for a reply, he left. Closing the door softly.

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Maybe at some point I hated you… For being allowed to do everything you wanted without making sure you won't feel another person's pain in return. I went to that school that day, the one I left you in. But that gives you no excuse to run off without telling me.

I walk. Walk in those hallway calmly while people stare at me. Thinking of me as a criminal. Not like they're wrong. But they're not right either. My trench coat following my movement. I just came from a mission and took a shower but I can still smell the blood on me. I guess it's no use, I am evil after all

I finally reached that room and slam the doors open. The principal's secretary stares at me and I ignore her and walk on, she tells me to halt, standing, feeling the fear of my very presence. But she doesn't know who she's talking to… she doesn't know who she's trying to stop. I stand in front of the actual office and I once again slam the doors open and peer at the half confused faces and I glare back.

The principal looking like an ass as usual. Sitting on his chair by the desk, on the sofas I see the director… what the hell is he doing here? And my stepmother and I wonder the same question, again, what she's doing here. I would've killed her by now if dad actually allows me too. But he told me not to… damn him and his kindness. And two other people in the room, foreign no doubt. One mature, dominant air surrounding him, calm, intelligent and unafraid. The other, red head, confident wait, no, cocky but no doubt clever.

If my intelligence served me well… they were the new teachers who moved here about 2 months ago. And then I look at my brother, his nervous look directed at me and he scratched the back of his head and worriedly laughed.

"I'm in deep shit aren't I sister?..." He asked and laughed nervously once more.

"Damn straight." I respond, walking deeper into the room. I let the secretary close the door behind me. Before the principal could say a word and move his hand for me to take a seat I hold up my hand for him to stay silent. "I have no time for formal introductions. They're boring and stupid and, no, mother I will not clean up my language." I say knowing what will happen next. Everyone was readable in this room…

except these two. Who are they? Foreign or not… they're suspicious. My thoughts trail to another report I received a few days ago. Schwarz… Something about a group called Schwarz. These people… I'm not sure but it's very possible.

"I am Yasumi Matsuka .Twin Sister of Kogoyoshi." I say plainly.

"Crad. John Crad. Guidance councilor" The taller foreigner responded. American tone. "This is my friend and colleague, Mr. Vilhem. As you said formalities are useless."

"Yo." The red head said with a mock salute. Accent… obviously German.

"Now we all know each other." I paused. "What in all of hell happened?"

"Yasumi, I'm sure you know well. Your idiot of a brother ran off in the middle of the night, without my permission and went with this…"Her stepmother paused. Standing up, looking at the younger looking teacher carefully. Her face holding a vexed expression. She was wearing a dress. A exposing one for a 40-year-old no doubt. "This sick foreign bastard who I saw with your now very GAY brother! It's outrageous right out in the gate of a public place!!" She complained and the other red head blinked. I blinked.

"Say what?" I asked. Surprised I looked at my brother who turned the other way on cue. Ahh… I get it. I just don't believe it. "And?" I asked looking at my mother who flinched but went back to rant about it again.

"What do you mean AND??!" She yelled.

"Miss Yasumi, you're a graduate here am I correct?" The director asked and I nodded. "You're top class too. And I think you'd know the rules about this. Your brother just broke 15 rules out there with grave consequences. He might be-"

"Expelled?" I interrupted and he nodded. Expelled, huh? Expel Kogo? My perfect brother? Hah, they wouldn't dare.

"Not only that… he's-"

"Gay?" I cut in once more but this time it was the principal who spoke. And he too nodded. I looked at my twin but this time he was looking at the floor, nervous are we brother? He had his hands laced together. He likes him… I looked at the German and stared back with a small grin in his face. I smirk.

"Very well. Expel him." I say after a long silence and I got everyone gazing at me. "Go on, I dare you. But you guys wouldn't. Kogoyoshi is one of the best. No, he is the best you had and will ever have. You wouldn't dare let a prized pupil go… You just want to punish him because you think he'd be a good boy toy… am I right?" I tell them calmly and I could sensed the lump in the principal's throat being swallowed slowly and the director angrily stood up and with quick strides he brought his hand up, prepared to slap me. But I'm way too quick. I caught it with ease.

"Hm. Silence says it all." I say and push his hand aside. "Sure he left the house without permission but he's old enough. He's not 9. He's only human, gay or whatever. He could go –uck a whore and I wouldn't give a damn. He could –uck a post and nobody would give a damn. Kiss a guy. Shesh. I've seen worst but you see them in the streets unpunished. So he's teacher, so what? He's human. It's legal." I paused. "Anything else I should know?"

"I smoked pot." Kogoyoshi said and I looked at him wide eyed. He heard a small cough from where the two teachers were.

"You smoked- WHAT?!" I ask him and he didn't respond. Now he's done it. I walked up to him and he looked up at me and gazed at my violet eyes and I stared at his. With a swift movement, I pinched his ear and pulled it up. And he yelled in pain begging me to let go. But I won't… he losing his virginity is ok. Alcohol is ok. But drugs?... He tried drugs behind my back? Ok, yes, he's in very serious shit. I pulled him up for him to stand and he followed very much in pain. "You are so going to get it… let's go, Kogo." I said pulling him.

"Ow, ow, ow…" he only responded but followed. "Can't you take it easy, sis?..."

"After drugs. NO." I say, making my way to the foreigner. He stared at me. And I stared back. Cocky. Cockiness… both he and my brother. Both of them… they were irritatingly… COCKY. With that, I pinched the foreigner's ear, harder than Kogo's and he screamed unable to break free. "You're the Arse who got my bro into doing some puffs of weed… aren't you?"

"Ow, ow, ow… Ok lady don't- OW!!!" I tightened my grip. These two are going to pay. One way or another. "Crad… help please…?" he squeaked, in pain and the American looked at him and then at me. I glared at him and he smirked. He's enjoying this. He's amused and I can tell.

"Now… for a day or so… I'm not LADY or WOMAN. Or some informal nickname or insult." I directed at Vilhem seriously. "I am either Mistress or Miss. Nothing more or less. That goes for you, Kogo." I said to the other one I had in my grasp they both nodded in pain. "I warn you I'm far worse than jail. You WILL suffer." I exclaimed and walked toward the door and kicked it broken in mad rage and I heard the secretary scream and all the people in the room cower except the gaijin. The two men gulped as they walked on. And I ignore the shrill cries of my step mother to return to the office

She laughed at the remembrance. It was so fun to boss them around. 2 weeks and they were her slaves, she had taken them to the mansion. With that time she took out traces of the happenings, rumors, any thing that will expose them… they were all taken care of. She had the two as maids, scrubbing the mansion, all 15 rooms, 19 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, living room and all everyday kept clean and tidy. Arrange her library by the alphabetical order, all 300 books and scrolls. Cook everyday, do the laundry, garden, all the house chores. Shopping for supplies. Nearly everything a maid would do. They did it. Alone two of them. She had the household in a break during that time.

"That was a good memory to put out…" She said, still looking at the water. "Thank you for showing it to me. I nearly forgot all about it."

He appeared, as if a shadow. But his silver hair and red highlights gave away his identity. Dressed casually as usual. "It was my pleasure to see it was to your liking." Yasumi looked back. Her face made him shrug and a shiver was sent down his spine. After a while he regained his composure. "But I'm surprised you even allowed me to-"

"It's going to rain." She interrupted and looked back at sea. He blinked. She was… eccentric. Very eccentric. But what would he suspect from a talismanic master? He knew they took in different jobs. They were creepy… most of them were at least.

Then, as if on cue… there was a shower of water from the dark night sky. And both of them were drenched. What was weird was there was no lightning or thunder. Just… water. "You were planning to knock me unconscious, were you not?" Yasumi said calmly and suddenly it stopped raining. "You wanted me to sleep happy… and then steal my necklace, yes?"

Silence…

"You're good…"

She laughed. "I know I am." She stopped for awhile. "Better get out of here. There's something interesting… in the casino. I'm sure you'll be more entertained in there." She glanced back at him and walked a little closer, she held out her hand and he blinked at what was on her hand. A revolver. A handy one. He took it from her, getting the picture. "Give this to Kazuo for me. I don't feel like going yet." With that he turned back, not seeing the rather dead look on the younger woman's face.

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Where the hell did he go?

Schuldig thought looking around. There was no sign of Aedës. He walked on a little closer to Ran's table and then studied the vicinity again. He vanished. The whacko thief disappeared. Damn… he's actually getting better at this stealth thing than I thought. Either that or I'm so damn paranoid. He grinned at the thought. Nah… that can't be.

"Schuldig?"

He heard a voice he was far too accustomed with to forget. He turned back with his trademark grin still in place. He saw the sharp violet eye stare into his green orbs with happiness. "Where were you?"

"Oh, just busy." Schuldig answered indifferent in demeanor. He saw a sack that Ran had been carrying in his hand. He smiled. "So you good guys do gamble…"

The younger red head grinned. "Maybe. The dealer just sucked. Couldn't miss the chance to get the money. But I think I had enough…" He paused. "And by any chance, is this yours?" With that Ran held up a revolver in hand that he had fished easily out of his suit pocket. "I don't know who dropped it but it doesn't seem local."

"Let me see." The German held out hid hand and the sword master give it instantly. He wondered how it got passed the security. It is metal and it would have been detected. He studied it. It was different in color, it didn't show his reflection either. It was nearly… "Custom made… this is… pretty heavy actually for a revolver… this material isn't metal, nothing here is metal. If I'm not mistaken it's… white gold…?" He blinked at the realization. "Expensive. What kind of loon would leave it here?..." he handed it back to Ran who stared at it, mesmerized. "Might as well keep it. As a lucky charm or something."

"Good evening, all honorable guests. I officially welcome you this cruise." A woman's voice spoke in the speakers. Both red heads looked at the speakers, paying close attention to the words that will follow. "I am the co-captain of this ship, Lila. We will soon be arriving to our destination. May I remind you not to unpack or bring down any luggage. The reason will be explained once we get there. The time check is now 11:48 pm. Estimation of arrival is at 12 midnight. The breakfast will be out at 6 a.m. the following day and the auction will start at 7:30 a.m. I will update you again once we are 5 minutes away from the island. Thank you and good evening."

After awhile everyone resumed doing what they were doing before the voice in the speaker interrupted. Schuldig looked at Ran, who was still steadily gazing at the gold colored speakers. The gun had already been hidden as everyone would take a glance here and there and holding a gun wasn't going to make them go unnoticed. He grinned. "Now Ran, why don't we go get something to eat." He said putting his arm around Ran's shoulders making the younger man flush slightly. "You can't still be shy, ne?… Right after that…" He whispered. "And then before we get some sleep why don't we-ACK!" Before he could finish whatever dirty words he wanted to say to completes that sentence he was roughly jabbed in the gut by the younger red head's mighty elbow. Next thing he knew it he was on the ground with, to his exaggerated thoughts, a "bruised rib". Hugging his gut painfully, he watched the younger man walk away slowly.

"Don't push your luck." Were the last words the man said as he walked toward the dining hall. The German got up slowly, with a huge grin on his face. Not minding the stares he received from various passersby. So Ran wants to play hard to get again? So he didn't break into him all way through. Heh, that will fade away after a while. He knows Aya of Weiss, the inner beast of his sweet Ran was someone who's mastered the art of assassination well. But that means learning a much more skin-on-skin art wouldn't be so hard to learn….

He'll never be bored again.

TBC…

Ran's having to many lectures, I've noticed. Hehehe. I hope you liked this chap. Oh and by the way, although this is late…

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!!!

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