Disclaimers: Neither one of the Weiß nor of the Schwarz boys belongs to me (though I'd really not mind if they'd be given to me´`_´`*), I'm not making any money with this and I'm poor so suing me wouldn't do you any good.

Warnings: Due to continuous grammar errors and mistranslations of phrases I'm looking now for a beta-reader. Job description: read and tell me of my errors and parts which aren't making any sense by mailing me. Unluckily I can only pay you in brownies for I'm still in school and my cookies are falling under the category of ´painful suicide´.´`´`*. Interested? Then please mail me on  blackoracle@telering.at .    umm, one could say the promised shonen-ai´s starting, OOC-ness and that's it. Hope you have fun! ´`´`

What he certainly hadn't planned

Chapter 9

"Yohji!! You did it again! My soccer ball!"

The howl got followed by the loud thuds of somebody running over stairs and the slamming of a door. "Hey Keken. What's u- oh, you noticed." A short silence. Then a door slammed and one could hear the distinctive noises of a soccer fan out for blood and the man who'd desecrated his soccer ball.

In short, exactly that sort of racket one loves to wake up to. Crawford swore when he felt a bounding headache come up. Strange wise it was pounding just exactly in the same beat as the pounding of the foots.

´What a way to start a morning.´

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Ken finally managed to corner Yohji  in the shop when the fatal happened. Being his clumsy self, the brunette tripped and crashed into the arrangement Aya had been working on for hours.

Right next to him.

Feeling the upcoming storm, they both turned to the redhead. And gulped. Violet eyes were narrowed in anger as he looked from the sad remnants to the two malefactors. The glare of death deepened.

"Yohji. Ken. SHIII –NEE!!"

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Upstairs Crawford could hear the two yelp.

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"Run faster Ken!"

„I´m trying!"

"Then why don't you DO it?!"

Somewhere else in the house a ,-in lack of a katana-, broom-wielding angry redhead out for murder was chasing two unlucky, (former as his co-workers Yohji and Ken known), men. 

And to their horror he was catching up.

"Make way there!"

"Hey! Don't leave me with him!!"

Yeah, it was a normal day in the Koneko sumu Ie. Both fleeing men were trying to break the sound barrier, Ken one step after Yohji, when suddenly something totally unexpected happened.

A door opened.

Direct in front of the on-storming Yohji.

Being confronted with the inevitable coming crash into the hard surface the blond playboy tried to change from running at high-speed into a standing position within one second. For a moment one could literally hear his soles screech like some tortured brakes.

To his own surprise Yohji really managed to stop, though just barely inches away from the door.

 Sorrowfully, Ken didn't.

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The brunette ex-soccer player slammed right into Yo-tan, crashing him face-first into the door. The door got thrown back in its hinges, effectually nearly shutting the unexpected visitors out and making them yelp in surprise.

"Onee-san!"

"Aya-san! Ken-san, Yohji-san!"

"Aya-kun?"

Omi chose this moment to come downstairs, followed by Crawford. Crawford gave the assembled men (and girls) a questioning look, but remained silent.

Omi´s face immediately brightened at the sight of the two young girls as Crawford noticed. None the less the scene right in front of them wasn't less noticeable. Aya had stopped in mid-movement, still holding the broomstick in the air like a katana, Ken was standing next to the door, rubbing his head in a nervous manner and the two girls, one with dark braids, one with shorter also dark hair, had let themselves in by then, and were now looking as much at a loss as he and Omi. And Yohji was leaning against the door, seeming to have passed out. (in the swirly-eyed manner, you know what I mean ´`´`*)

Omi had also noticed the poor condition of the lanky playboy.

"…What happened Ken-kun?"

That undid the freeze the others seemed to be in. Aya quickly lowered the broom, trying to look as casual as possible, and Ken sweatdropped and looked even more nervous than before.

"Uhm…Yeah…You know...I was angry at Yohji ´cause he messed with my soccer ball again and er… somehow I tripped and broke the flower arrangement Aya had worked over and that right next to him. ..um, Aya got really mad and chased us with the broomstick…" The two girls started to giggle at that. Ken sweatdropped. Aya started to scowl. "Anou…we were running away from him ´cause Aya looked like he was going to kill us and then Aya suddenly opened the door and I couldn't stop in time, so I ran against Yohji who'd stopped in time and…" Gesturing at the blonde he grinned sheepishly at them.

"…He ran against the door Aya opened, because you were chased by Aya?"

"U-huh." Ken's grin widened at that. Said like that it was really sounding strange. Slightly giggling, Omi said "I think we should introduced our guests with each other. Brad this are Sakura-chan and Aya-chan. Aya-chan is Aya-kun´s little sister. And Sakura-chan´s a good friend of us all."

"Sakura-chan, Aya-chan, this is Brad. We found him lying badly hurt in an alley, so we took care of him." Both girls greeted Crawford friendly, Sakura having blushed a little at being called a good friend. Briefly returning their greetings, Crawford gazed at them. Having the two girls he'd contributed to kidnap and nearly killing them greet him happily and choke around with Weiß felt somehow strange. ´This is nearly as chaotic as at home.´

A little later they all had made themselves comfortable in the living room. Aya-chan and Sakura were happily chatting with Yohji, Ken and Omi while Crawford and Aya (male) were simply sitting and listening to them. Feeling somebody's gaze resting on him Crawford looked up and met Aya-chan´s dark eyes. Noticing that she was caught staring Aya-chan smiled apologetically.

Sitting down next to him she smiled again. "Hello." "Hi." Oddly enough the scarce reply was making her smile even more. "You know, I'm having all along this feeling as if  I have seen you somewhere before. Have we already met? I believe it was near some water." ´Urk.´ Well, that was great. Not even one of Weiß was just near at guessing his true identity and this girl who hadn't even met him consciously was right on it. Keeping his silence he shook his head.

"Nnn-nn." "Really?" She blinked slightly disappointed. "And I was so sure…"

Though her disappointment wasn't for long before her mood brightened again. Pointing one finger grinning at his head she said "But I'm sure that I can tell what you were thinking about!" Taking Crawford's risen eyebrow as a sign to go on, she continued. "You were wondering why they call both, me and my Onee-san, Aya, right?" Noticing that her smile was  infectious Crawford allowed the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards a bit.

"A bit maybe." He confessed. Schuldig had told him once, but he hadn´t been listening back then. Aya-chan´s smile brightened even more. Now she was looking like a little child which was going to tell something it thought of as a big secret. "You have to know that my Onee-san´s real name isn't Aya. He just took my name while I was in a coma due to a car incident. In that time he met Omi-, Ken- and Yohji-kun and, well…" she giggled, "now he's Aya-kun and I Aya-chan. Our real names are Aya and Ran Fujimiya. Glad to meet you!"

She giggled again. "You're speaking as less as my Onee-san." She smiled sweetly. "He's not very talkative and gets sometimes a little bit overprotective, but to me he's the best big brother of the world. I'm really happy that we are having at the same time a time off."

"…Brad?"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure that we haven't met before?´`´`"

"….."

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Crawford was relieved when the others decided to go out together, wasn't it giving him a chance to get his composure back and try to get finally back in touch with the rest of is team.

Aya-chan had kept asking him from where they were knowing each other the whole time, always waiting until he had relaxed himself again before starting a new try. And when she then suddenly had jumped up and had shouted ´Brad Crawford!!´ he'd nearly gotten a heart attack out of shock. If  she at least wouldn't have shouted right into his ear… To his luck the others managed to get her off from the idea that he was the rejuvenated leader of Schwarz. If she would've succeed in convincing them of her theory he'd have been mincemeat. Not that Crawford wasn't a good fighter, no, not at all, but all alone against four very angry trained assassins he'd wouldn't have had much a chance, even with the element of surprise at his side.

In short, this time it´d been sheer dumb luck which has rescued him.

The more Crawford was grateful that he was having some time for himself now. Maybe he could reach Nagi or Schuldig by phone. (Due to obvious reasons Farfie wasn't having one – he never answers any call's ´`´`) Also his headache from the morning was making itself felt again.

Planning on getting himself some painkiller from the kitchen before doing anything else, Crawford entered the room. And froze.

There, sitting at the kitchen table and reading, was nobody else than Aya/Ran Fujumiya, his potential archenemy until death. The redhead looked up from his book and granted him one of his rare nearly- smiles. Crawford returned it with one of his –not less seldom- own, though it was a bit unstable. Starting to search for the medicine in the cabinets, Crawford asked "I thought that you were going with them." Aya shrugged.

"Hn."

Crawford sighed silently. `What could  you expected?´ It was obvious that he'd have to ask more directly to get any useful answers. "Didn't you want to go with them?" Aya had buried himself back in his book. "Hn." This time he didn't hold back the sigh. "I got the impression that your sister was very happy to see you."

That worked. With a sigh of his own the redhead laid his book aside and watched instead Crawford roaming the cabinets. ´Where were this stupid things again?´

"I would also have liked to spent time with her, but Omi needs the software for his computer, Ken has soccer practice with those kids and Yohji –"

"-was quicker at coming up with some good excuse than you." Crawford finished the sentence. ´So they went shopping.´ Behind him Aya´s lips quirked into a small grin for a moment. "Aa." "I still don't see why you didn't went with them." A chair could be heard moved. "Then you would've been here alone. What do you search for?" The voice came direct from Crawford's back now, meaning that Aya had to be standing very close behind him.

"Some painkiller. I'm having a headache." Aya silently took the asked for from a cabinet and handed it to Crawford. Then he returned to his seat at the table. Crawford prepared the medicament and also took a seat. "If it's only because of me, you don't have to stay for."

The leader of Weiß waited silently until Crawford had finished taking the medicine before asking "Do you want me to go?" Crawford barely caught himself from saying ´yes´. Instead he evaded, shrugging "I'd just like to have some peace."  Aya nodded.

For a moment he eyed Crawford in a waging way, then he asked, having made some secret decision. "Want to go out?" "?" Crawford watched the redhead wearily. "To where?" "A calm place." Crawford shrugged.

`What could it hurt?´

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As promised the place was really silent and also not that far away from the shop. Though Crawford recognized it as the same park where Ken and the kids were practicing soccer, this part was totally different.

Aya had led him some time ago from the much used paths, following an old, half-hidden beaten path until they had reached something what looked like a small stone-step which was more or less covered by bushes and old leaves. They had slipped through a nearly invisible hole between the bushes and were now standing by an old playground on a clearing. A wooden frame was hosting two swings, with a little tower with a slide on one side and a pair of  rings on the other. Two wooden rectangular frames resting in the grass indicated that there once had been two sandpits for children to play and also two banks made of stone were resting in the light shadow of some bigger bushes, to grant the watching adults some piece.

Normally Crawford wasn't liking such childish places as playgrounds, but this one was different. The whole place was radiating a strange feeling, as strong that he could nearly grab it with his hands. Though the place was openly lying at the corner of a much used meadow, nobody was ever coming any near this place.

That the playground was vacated, was pretty obvious. The surfaces wooden frames were sprinkled with different shades of brown and green, from the sandpits were only frames standing between planes of grass left and even the grass looked somehow darker and more unruly grown. In a dark stormy night it´d be the perfect setting for a horror movie. But now the sun was shining warmly and an air of  lazy contentment filled the place.

"I told you that it is a peaceful place."

The redhead sounded somewhat self-satisfied when he said that. Striding to one of the benches, he took a seat. When he looked at Crawford a small smile shone in his eyes "It has a special feeling."

Crawford nodded slowly. Sitting down on the other bench he looked around. "As if it has been forgotten by humans."

Aya laughed softly, startling the (meantime) teen. "Yeah, isn't it?" The look of those vibrant violet eyes got a bit wistful. "When we were little our mum used to come here with me and Aya-chan. Back then everything was still alright and we played until break of exhaustion. Later, I went with Aya-chan here and watched her play from one of the benches. And after her incident I came here, when it was becoming too much for me to stand."

He shook his head. When he continued speaking a slight hint of a smile was playing over his features. "Now, my imouto is back to health again, and we are both too old to play here anymore and I still keep coming back."

"Maybe because it had become your sanctuary."

Aya glanced up in surprise at those words. ´A sanctuary…´ He hadn't thought of that. In the meantime Crawford was trying to resist the urge to slap himself for saying something stupid like that. But wasn't it that, what he'd first thought at seeing this place?

Casting another look at his surroundings he noticed that at least some cats visited the place on a regular base. Or how else should that dried rest of a mouse get in front of his bench? Still, a sanctuary with no bigger competition than a cat in such a big city in Japan like that, was a very good one. Not willing to spent the rest of his stay there in front of a mouse-cadaver the dark-haired boy stood up and sat down next to Aya, unintentionally startling the redhead again.

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Aya tensed up in surprised when he felt Brad sit down next to him. Had he really been too much caught up to notice him coming over? He sighed softly. "Guess you're right. It really has become a sanctuary to me."

…

"..Then why have you taken me here, then?" Aya gave Brad a questioning look. The smaller boy sighed. "You said it is your sanctuary. A sanctuary is normally a secret place which only you are knowing. _Your_ sanctuary. Brining me here means to risk that it's getting destroyed."

For a moment the redhead simply stared at Crawford, then he did something absolutely          un-ayaish. He started to chuckle. Crawford watched with horrified fascination as the chuckles turned into soft laughter. `Jesus! With exactly what kind of weird stuff did they drug him this morning?!´ After having regained his composure back, Aya gave him an amused look, a real smile gracing his lips.

"Because it felt safe to trust you."

Crawford stared shell-shocked at his most-worst enemy. Did he hear right?! His most persistent enemy Abyssinian, who wouldn't have liked anything better than to ram his katana into him not even a month before, was telling him now that he was trusting him?! Life still plays the most nastiest tricks to one.

"But you trusted me the least of all when I came to you!" He couldn't quite keep his voice from raising. 

Aya´s smile thinned, but stayed. "That's right. But now I do." Brad gaped at him openly. But for he was Crawford, not for long. Quickly catching himself he chuckled slightly –and winced at the sound of his own voice. Instead of his usual, dark chuckle it was sounding more like a happy giggle! Once again Crawford swore painful revenge to those who were responsible for this. He was still totally out of use of having a fifteen years old body. And personally he wasn't that wild at getting used on it again at all.

Allowing himself to drop back he noticed that he could just lie on it comfortably, when letting his feet dangle. ´God, am I really that small?!´ Still, the warmth radiating from the sun-heatened stone under him and the feeling of having Aya sit there and silently watch over him was pretty nice.

Right when Crawford was about to relax, Aya asked suddenly. "Who are you anyway?" The redhead watched the other tense up for a blink of a second. So he was right. He was fooling them when he'd said that he couldn't remember a thing. "…huh?" Aya frowned slightly.

"I know that you were lying when you said that you were having amnesia. You know very well who you are!" For some time those impressive amber-brown eyes shadowed, getting blank and unreadable. Then…

"So? Then I do know who I am. What does that change?" Aya flinched at the dismissive tone of the answer, though he could also hear some suppressed hurt in it. Or was that just an imagination of him? Still, he had to know. "It means very much, Brad. You have to tell us if you know something about those who are after you."

The dark-haired boy humped and crossed his arms over his chest while intentionally avoiding eye contact with him. Aya sighed internally. ´Now he's behaving like a little child.´ What the redhead didn't knew was that Crawford had also brought himself into a good start position, if necessary.

Behind him he could hear the leader of Weiß sigh. "Brad, if you don't want to tell the others, then tell at least me. I f you dot want me to, I won't tell anybody of it. But I have to know! How else can I protect you?"

Amber-brown eyes went wide in shock. ´P-protect me? Aya?!?´ Shifting uncomfortably, he said eventually "There's not much to say." "Still do it." The deeper voice insisted. Crawford sighed, his mind racing to find a way to tell without saying anything what was giving any hints of Schwarz or Estet being involved.

"I don't really know that much about that person who's after me. I can only guess that's a sniper of the organisation I former worked for. And for my real name…just keep calling me Brad. If you'd know my real name you'd hate me." Silently Crawford hoped that counted as a good enough reason.

"What for a organisation was that? And why should I hate you?"

Obviously not. Crawford used some of his more colourful curses in his head. ´Why, just why ME?! Why not Schuldig?! As I know him he'd enjoy such a situation to it's fullest.´

"The organisation's name doesn't matter. I broke their rules (´A very imaginative way to express that you very planning their heads deaths and even executed those plans´) and now they're after my head. You saw in which shape I was when you found me. It was their work. And there are special reasons why I can't tell you who I am." ´For example that you'd try to kill me right here and now.´

"Brad…"

"No."

Aya sighed. It was obvious that he wouldn't hear any more form the boy, no matter how deep he probed. But he really couldn't imagine why he should hate Brad just because of his name. Omi was a born Takatori and he was getting along pretty well with him. So what? What could be more worse than a Takatori? He decided to take one last try.

"How can a name make me hate you?"

Brad sighed. "What if? What if I really am him? Brad Crawford from Schwarz?" Not waiting for the stunned redhead to answer, he went on. "Have your ever heard the phrase to never judge a book by it's cover? Thing's aren't always as innocent and nice as you'd like them to be. So stop asking me, for I won't answer that question. Alright?"

Slightly he felt ashamed for the hurt look the redhead gave him. Angered even more about this reaction, he asked "See? I told you that bringing me here would ruin this place."

Violet orbs slimed slightly. "I told you that I trust you. And you haven't destroyed anything."

Both stayed like they were after this. Though Aya had still questions, they both felt that the conversation was over. So they stayed like they were for a while, Brad lying on the bench, Aya sitting next to his head. Aya watched some people passing by, obvious to their being here.

It was always like that. No matter how near they went, they never really took any notice of the old playground or the persons who were there. It was really a sanctuary. Instead of the somehow violent air which was staying on other former much visited places like closed schools, this place had an eternal peaceful aura. As if the whole place had taken a break from the rest of the world and was now revelling in memories of the happy times people had spent there. Yeah, it was a real hidden sanctuary. Not like those attempted ones in churches or temples but a real one, created by time itself.

Dwelling in thoughts like that Aya first didn't notice that Brad had fallen asleep next to him. When he finally noticed, a smile threatened to creep over his face again. (They really must have put some drugs into his morning drink. Two smiles at one day…wow´`´`*)

´He must've really had a bad night.´ Looking at the peacefully sleeping boy, he wondered if his hair was really as soft as it looked like. Without thinking much he stretched his hand out and touched it. It wasn't only soft, it also felt like he was touching finest black silk. Cool and smooth to the touch, it was also a tad warm where it was attached to the scalp. Brad  sighed contently and moved into his hands touch. Obviously he was liking it. 

´..….´ A bit shocked by his own actions the redhead quickly stood up and went a few steps. What was he thinking he was doing there?! Even to think about having feelings like that! Okay, so maybe he was liking the boy, but he wasn't even willing to trust him enough to tell him his name! Developing any sort of attachment would be foolish.

With a sigh Aya dropped down next to some bushes in safe distance of the bank where Brad was still sleeping. Thoughtless he leaned back, propping his weight on his arms –and yelled out in pain.

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Crawford awoke to a pained yell.

Glancing around he saw Aya, holding his right hand and cursing like crazy. "Aya, what-?" Aya stopped at that question, giving him a part embarrassed, part angry look. Raising his injured hand, he grumbled "I leaned on a hedgehog." Crawford blinked in surprise. That was definitely something new. "You what??"

Giving him a bad glare, the redhead repeated "I leaned on a hedgehog. I didn't notice that damn thing until it was too late."

Still at a loss of words Crawford glanced from the partly perforated palm to the redheads face and back. About two thirds of the palm were covered with little red spots, some even bleeding a bit. Aya looked like he was angry with himself, a slight blush creeping over his features. Feeling that, the redhead quickly turned away, unsuccessfully trying to safe the little bit of what was left of his dignity.

"…What were you actually doing there?"  The blush deepened. "Didn't want to disturb your sleep." "So you leaned instead on a hedgehog?" One could hear the amused tone in this question pretty well. Aya whirled around. "I didn't intend to! It was just a stupid mistake! How the heck should I know that some stupid hedgehog was hiding under the leafs?!"

Crawford laughed at that outburst. ´Sounds like the hedgehog had been waylaying him.´ Seeing the icy leader of Weiß acting like that was definitely something new for him. Something amusing new.

"Look at the bright side of it. At least it wasn't a porcupine." Aya gave him a glare, though none of the death threats everyone else would've gotten for saying that. Brad just laughed in open gloat at that.

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Shortly afterwards they were on their way back. Aya´s ´deadly wounds´ as Brad had entitled them, had to be disinfected soon. While trotting next to the small boy Aya still scolded himself for being so stupid as to lean onto a hedgehog. ´A trained assassin and doesn't notice a living bag of needles right under his hand´  And all only because he hadn't been able to keep his hands from Brad.

The redhead was that caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't notice the short moment in which the boys eyes went blank.

Thought he _did_ notice when the teen stopped shortly, only to dash away suddenly. Catching himself quickly he sprinted immediately after the dark-haired teen, shouting for him to stop.

Further in front Crawford heard Aya´s yells, but didn't pay any attention to them. ´Finally!´ After over a goddamn week of waiting finally one of his team-mates felt inclined to show up. Cursing Crawford tried to shake off his pursuer, while trying to find the spot he'd seen in his vision, in time.

For the first time his smaller body showed some benefits, for shaking off Aya by swiftly slipping between the pedestrians was no problem at all. Finding the right side street was different though. One problem of seeing the near future was that one had to react really fast.

Finally finding the right one, Crawford entered it and came to a screeching halt. Not fife metres in front of him was standing nobody else than- "Farfarello!!"

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The one eyed albino turned at the shout of his name. One single golden eye fixed on the panting boy. The youth returned his stare with a equal one.

Amber-brown orbs met a single golden one. For a moment the world seemed to stand still.

Then a almost feral smile started to appear on the Irishman's scarred face. Crawford regarded the lunatics behaviour with distrust. He´d seen that expression on the other before. ´He wouldn´t-´

"Hurting children hurts god!"

´ -he would.´

"Shit!!"

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End chapter 9

The chapter's title was inspired by NGE´s Hedgehog's Dilemma. Well, what came out after I occupied myself with it. ´`_´`* (For anyone who's knowing about what I'm talking´`´`)

Well, hope you had some fun reading this. Actually I'd planned more for this chapter, but then it´d have gotten too long. I'll simply put it in the next one.´`´` Ahem, I also don't know how good the shonen ai´s going to be, for it's my first try to write something like that. Please be gentle with me, I'm trying my best!´`´`*

Great thanks and brownies to all who've reviewed the last chapter and twice as much for everyone who'd guessed for Farf. Snickerdoodle, Yami no Tenshi (I´ll tell you in the next chapter), Ayako, Blume, Lucifer, Ryuke-chan, BlackWind (also in the next one), S. Wing, Kyra (it´s already fixed in the plot), Stuntcat, C.M Aeris and P-chanmisao. ´`´`

Like always suggestions, ideas, comments and even slight criticism is welcomed (well, the critics accepted). My last one-shot story just got one T-T, so I'm in the urgent need of them. Please review! does the puppy-dog-eyes trick