Notes: Well, I've now made it further in this story then I anticipated. And I blame-er-thank my reviewers! Ooooh, you guysROCK. =D Thanks! Oh yeah, on with the stuff. Don't own Weiß, never will (tear), and the rating is more than likely staying at PG-13. I don't do yaoi. I'm not that talented of a writer. My idol, glaube, is though. So go check out glaube's work. =D
Whisper Reilman - I love the question you asked of "What is up with Schu?" Guess you'll just have to keep reading! =)
mangababy - not giving up! See? A new chapter! ; Thanks for the encouragement though! I need it sometimes. Although… I don't think I can do a threesome. XD
tigermink - You like my PLOT? SQEE Oooooh, someone caught on to the Schu thing… heehee.
Aymeleh - I'm very glad, and I am trying to get these out as soon as I can.
Now to the third chapter! Yey! I apologize in advance for the suckiness of this chapter, but it's finals week and I just wanted to get this out ASAP.
"They want us to join sides with them?" Omi asked in a hushed voice as he set a pot of flowers in the window. A few fangirls were loitering in the other corner of the shop, but he wanted to keep his voice down just in case.
"Seems like it." Aya stood behind the counter, his arms crossed and his icy mask in place. Even Ken couldn't break him out of his stance.
"Do you think they're setting us up?" Ken's focus was lost, but he quickly remembered his job in time to stop drowning the flowers he was currently watering.
"As much as I hate to say it, it can go either way." Aya seemed to fall into a frozen state of concentration, finally coming back out after a few seconds. "But the chances are highly unlikely."
"So what are we going to do, oh cold and heartless leader?" The teasing voice coming from the back room snickered before Yohji came out with the flower arrangements he had been working on. Aya gave him a death stare before even considering answering.
"As strange as it might sound coming from me," The other three looked up abruptly from what they were doing as Aya continued, "I think we should take their word for it."
Yohji almost dropped the flower arrangement, Omi almost dropped the flower pots he had been carrying, and Ken completely forgot the flowers he was watering could only soak up just so much water. Aya merely stood behind the counter for a few minutes before turning and leaving the room with a faint call of, "My shift is over," behind his back.
One by one the other three snapped out of their daze, and Ken looked slightly embarrassed about almost ruining some of the flowers, while Omi and Yohji set down the flowers and pots they had been holding.
"Is Aya actually going along with our enemies?" Omi stared at Yohji, who was just as baffled as he was. This was not like Aya.
"Maybe he really does care if we are safe or not." Of course then it hit the two of them. If it were just them, Aya wouldn't have cared. No, he was doing all of this to keep Ken safe. Yohji muttered a faint curse under his breath and carried on job.
Schuldich dialed the phone number by memory. It wasn't like he called often, actually only once before, but the number just stuck with him. He waited patiently as the phone rang a few times.
"This is the Koneko, Ken speaking." Well damn, Schuldich was hoping Yohji would answer.
"I need to speak with Yohji."
"May I ask who's calling?" Ken almost sounded suspicious. Maybe Yohji didn't get that many personal calls. Or maybe Ken only knew one person with a German accent. That was more than likely it.
"Yes you may." Schuldich smirked into the phone. "But I don't think you want to know."
"Very well, let me get Yohji." At least Ken knew when to give up. 'No wonder Aya picked him' Schuldich thought quickly before another voice came onto the line.
"This is Yohji."
"I didn't realize I'd be interrogated every time I called." Schuldich sneered into the phone mockingly.
"Sorry, that was Ken. He's naturally suspicious of everyone. I'm sure your accent didn't help matters." Yohji chuckled faintly on the other end. "So what do you want?"
"Clandestine [1]." Schuldich replied, snickering.
"What, no Melisse citronelle? [2]" Yohji quickly retorted.
"You wound me Yohji."
"What do you really want?"
"Crawford wanted to know if Aya had come to a final decision or not." Schuldich dropped all the teasing out of his voice. For a few seconds the two sat in silence, yet it wasn't even awkward.
"Aya has decided to go for it."
"He has what?"
"He wants to give this plan a try." Yohji restated it without so much as thinking about it. He figured Schuldich would be slightly taken aback, since even they were at the time. "Just tell us when and where, we'll have the shop taken care of while we are gone, so there is no worry there."
"You make it sound like you guys were planning for this all along or something." Schuldich smiled faintly on his end of the phone. He found it safe, since Yohji couldn't see it.
"Aya is prepared for anything, let me tell you." Quickly pointing out a flower for one of the fangirls, Yohji chuckled lightly. "Aya would be prepared if elephants trampled the Koneko at any moment."
At this Schuldich out right laughed. He couldn't control it, it was just so spontaneous. "I will talk everything over with Crawford, find a place for everyone, and get back to you before the end of the week." Schuldich was still laughing faintly as the two said good bye and hung up.
No more than two weeks later Aya was ordering that everyone pack their bags and make their final goodbyes to the fangirls for a while. The four ex members of Weiß merely told everyone they were going on a long overdue vacation. In a sense, it quite possibly could have been one. Well, with the exception of Kritiker and Esset or someone trying to kill them. That seemed to ruin the whole vacation atmosphere.
Pulling the Seven to a halt behind Aya's Porsche, Yohji was amazed at the seemingly loneliness of the house Schwarz had found. Which was all good for their plan to stay hidden, but it automatically made him miss his regular clubs.
Aya was pulling the luggage out of his car when Crawford, Schuldich, and Nagi stepped out of the remote house. Crawford greeted Aya as warmly as he could manage, but the two were too weary of each other. Yohji tried to just ignore them all and take in their luggage. Going to pick up a suitcase, he heard an all too familiar voice behind him.
"Need a hand?" Schuldich smirked lazily as Yohji turned to him.
"I think I have it, but you might check on Omi, he brought all his computer crap." Yohji nodded towards Omi.
"Yotan! It's not crap! We need my computer equipment to figure out what's going on!" Omi fumed slightly as he sorted out his stuff for easier carrying.
"Yotan?" Schuldich turned back to Yohji, curiosity running through his eyes. "Now there is something you don't hear everyday."
"Oi, Chibi, stop giving Schuldich ideas so soon." Yohji whined before turning back to grab his luggage. He followed Schuldich inside, leaving Nagi to help Omi telekinetically. Aya, Ken, and Crawford had already moved everything else inside. And from the looks of it, they had made it no further than the living room.
Aya and Ken had taken a seat on the main couch, Ken trying so hard not to glare at anyone that he was staring at the floor. Aya was a bit more calm and collected, listening to Crawford, who was saying something about the rooms and the house.
"There are four bedrooms in the house, two on the first floor, and two in the basement." Crawford pointed to the hallway and then to the stairs. "I have claimed the master bedroom on the main floor to keep track of Farferello, who will have a room to himself across the hall from me."
"Unless any of you want to share a room with him of course." Schuldich added nonchalantly as he flopped onto the couch next to Crawford, and the four ex members of Weiß shook their heads. Ken and Omi looked slightly pale.
"Schuldich, behave." Crawford turned and glared at his teammate before continuing. "The master bedroom in the basement is up for grabs-"
"Ken and I." Aya snapped quickly, and Omi nodded.
"-okay, and then there is the last bedroom in the basement." Crawford finished and let it all sink in. One bedroom left, and only Nagi, Omi, and Yohji were left.
"It's simple." Aya commented after a minute. "Let Nagi and Omi share the room, and let Yohji sleep on the couch." Aya quickly held up his hand as Yohji started to protest. "Nagi and Omi can both help each other look into the situation, plus if they need help with homework they can help each other without keeping anyone else up. Plus, Yohji, with you always coming in as late as you do, I do not want to hear you stumble, fall down the stairs, and sit there crying for help."
Omi and Schuldich had both started laughing, while Yohji just scowled. "I never did that!"
"You just don't remember." Ken smirked at the look Yohji was giving them all. Yohji huffed and stormed down the hall, glad to see the bathrooms where right there. He darted into one and quickly locked the door behind him. Of course, once he was in there he had nothing better to do then just simply examine the bathroom. It was a pale peach type color, and he guessed a female had picked the wallpaper for it. There was a quaint little bathtub, which was so clean he almost wanted to get it dirty. Of course he didn't. He opened a few of the drawers, which were all sorted out. Tooth brushes in the container on the counter, tooth paste in the drawer, floss on the other side of the drawer. It was almost too organized for Yohji's likes, but oh well.
"Yotan, did you fall in?" Schuldich's voice sneered from the other side of the door, and Yohji made a silent vow to strangle Omi later for bringing up the nickname he hated so much.
"Yes, go away." Yohji finally stated before flopping his back heavily against the door. He heard Schuldich echo the movement on the other side of the door.
"Everyone is out on the back porch getting acquainted." Schuldich almost sounded amused. "Except us of course, fancy that."
"Imagine that." Yohji muttered under this breath. And then an idea hit him. Smirking, he gently and soundlessly pulled himself off the bathroom door, and then turned around to clutch the doorknob. In one swift movement that would have made even Aya proud, Yohji twisted the doorknob and yanked the door open. Catching the telepath off guard, flame red hair and a mass of body collapsed backwards through the doorway, landing in a heap by Yohji's feet.
"Schieße! [3] What the hell was that for?" Schuldich all but screamed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.
"You never paid me back for saving your hide from Aya when I took you to the Koneko, or for giving you a ride almost home." Yohji knelt down so that he was face to face with Schuldich. "And this is finishing what you started in the car." Noticing the fact that the telepath was still off guard, Yohji seized the moment and kissed Schuldich, who, much to Yohji's surprise, didn't pull away.
BUM BUM BUM! TO BE CONTINUED! Sorry, just had to do that once…
[1] - Clandestine is the french name for Motherwort, the flower meaning "Concealed Love". Yes, I love working in a flower shop. =) [2] - Melisse citronelle is the french name for Balm, which means "Joke".
[3] - German for shit.