CHAPTER III

I watched as Ken cleans up the mess that Ren and me made together. As far as I'm concerned, life has never been this perfect. Seeing Omi make his research paper together with his classmates somehow made me feel like everything's normal; like everything's finally changed.Although his classmates would manage to bother me by using my own bedroom as a quarter, I could say it's worth it. Teenager's today were so pretty and mature, anyway.

Oh well, kidding aside, this is my concept of a perfect world. Perfection… To us, four, perfection doesn't always mean reality. And somehow I'm afraid, yes, Yohji's afraid, that one midnight I'll wake up from this dream just to stain my hands with crimson paint.

It has been a year since we played the role of death angels. Oh, sorry for that term. Schuldig, one of the Schwarz who never failed to join me in hangouts, ceaselessly reminds me that if I really want to be happy with this thing creatures call "life", I must forget being my self.

"You know, Mr. Kun-kun, I do believe that you'll be much happier if you'll get out.", Schuldig tossed his head on the table, his fiery hair mopping the mess on the table.

"Get out from what?", I smirked, feeling like Schuldig's mind had been robbed out by alcohol again.

"From that angelic thing of yours. You're a murderer.", Schuldig laughed horribly, people around looking at us like we were insane. "You're a murderer Yohji and I'll call the police!", he chortled.

"Oh mind you, I guess I have to take you home now."

"Why, I love scarring people. Hey you!", he pointed at the bartender this time. "My name is Schuldig and I slash one's skin while he's still alive. And here's my friend Yohji, he's the murderer of murderers.

"Let's go now. That's too much for an insect without nerves." I know I'm better off than Schuldig. I'm still wearing my reasons on.

"Nanananana… You better get out… get out… get out…." He murmured.

Ren could have built a kennel for me to sleep on for bringing Schuldig home. I can't stand packing him in my car and bringing him home to the Scwartz. It's a fancy-do anyway to have a tea with Crawford. With all my reasons, I would never have a crazy conversation with Crawford again. Hearing stuffs like "philosophy" and "social order" makes me more insane. All I could hear as Crawford's lips move is the sound of my blood rushing through my ears.

One thing more I fear… well, it's Aya. I inspected Schuldig's cargo before helping him off the car. So far, I didn't find anything except for a pack of luxury cigarettes and some sleeping pills. I shrugged the idea from my mind off. He's too weak now and I would never let him take a close look at Aya. Seriously, Ren would cut both our heads off at the sight of Aya' scuffs.

"Flowah shop.", the German murmured.

I helped him stand and walk. Silly, I never thought that I would really bring a jellyfish home. Thoughts came to my mind that if we would treat him fairly here then Crawford would be hospitable enough to even serve Omi his dinner on the sleepovers this coming Saturday.

"Wed hair.", Schuldig laughed at the sight of Ren standing on the doorway.

"Crawford, when did you ever painted youwah hair wred?", the fiery German uttered.

"Yohji, we need to talk.", Ren finally got serious at the sight of this. Our "fight" this morning is absolutely nothing. It's just child's play. This time, Ren do have that familiar serious look on his face.

"Latter on, I still have to help this thing find a pajama. Oh, can you lend him yours?", I made a hearty laugh. I do love seeing Ren disgusted with my regularly formatted practical jokes and teasing. Much better If he's scared. Seems like this German's a perfect jack-o-lantern.

"Crawford assigned curfews for each of them." Ren blasted.

I took a hiccup and searched for the clock. It's nearly 1:00 am. "Oh, forget about that Cinderella time. Schuldig won't break a glass shoe here."

Without turning my back, I headed off to Ken's room to get one stocked sleeping mat. The poor sleeping boy is in deep sleep. If I happened to be an innocent playing clepto, he might as well lose all his valuables with that exaggeratedly open door. Our visitor's taking a snooze on the stairs and I have to hurry before Ren would pick him up and throw him to the streets. Feeling lazy and a bit drunk, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the guest room. A sharp thought pierced my mind, seeing that the room is near Aya's. Why, really, should I think mushy things like that? This German is so unconscious; he might as well be dead. Hearing him snore just made my mind twitch so I decided to pull him to my room. As I rolled the mat on the floor, a pool of saliva spurted from his mouth.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

The next chapter's coming soon! It would still be Yohji's POV. But this time, it would be totally different! Pls. Review! I would be glad to hear something from you!

By the way, thanks for the comment (I'm talking about my first review). I'd come to realize that mistake too that's why I promise to change Ren's name to Ran next time. ) Please keep on reviewing my work! I would be really really glad to improve this one, especially because it's my first fanfic )