Disclaimer: I'll let you know when I ever get those bishonen in my hands. Currently, they're not. *sniffs* Anyway, story and OC by me.

Author Notes: *sings horribly wrong* Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way! O what fun that I forgot what I had to sa-hay. O what fun that I forgot what I had to say~! Jingle bells, jingle bells, … ~ Picaro in middle of PMA class. ^.^*

-Sugar's not good for ya, I tell you.

What he certainly hadn't planned

Chapter 12

"Who is it?"

Nagi reacted out of reflex. Without thinking he reached out mentally and threw the impudent invader over his shoulder. "Ouch!!" Nagi stared in disbelieve at the redheaded figure in front of him. He was facing the redhead's back, but that wild mane of flashy orange-red hair spoke a clear language. "Schuldig?"

Unlike normally, his amazement at this turn of events was evident in his voice. Midnight-blue eyes widened a bit in surprise, the fragile looking teen approached the person in front of him. The redhead sat grumbling on the floor, rubbing his damaged backside while cursing lowly. Nagi couldn't understand which curses they exactly were for they were gaijin; still it was easy to guess what they were concerning. 'What does he keep doing such things for, anyway? He should know by now how I react to them!' Mentally sighing, Nagi reached out to touch the redhead's shoulder.

Just as he was finally about to take a look at the redhead in the face, a sudden blow hit him in the side, sending him sliding over the floor. A low chuckle was heard from the door. 'Wha-? Another telekinetic?!' Having been hit squarely, the youngest Schwarz had major problems with not losing consciousness. Sitting up, he noticed a strange man standing in the doorframe. "You should be more cautious with telekinetics." The amused looking male noted. Realizing that he wasn't spoken to, Nagi stared wide-eyed at the redhead on the floor. 'What?! Schuldig?!' Dark blue eyes, wide with shock and pain, turned at the slowly rising form of the redhead.

Giving his companion a dark look, the redhead snorted, his mouth twisting into a cruel smirk. His eyes being hidden by a pair of colored sunglasses, Nagi could only assume the sneering expression in them.

Before the small telekinetic had a chance to throw up any useable shields a heavy boot impacted with his head. With a pained outcry Nagi fell back on the floor. Clenching his head with his hands, he could feel the wetness of blood. The white-coated person sneered.

"You little rat! Take this!!" And with that the redhead continued kicking the poor boy. Only when the brown-haired teen had finally curled up into a whimpering ball on the floor he seemed pleased.

Nagi looked up to the familiar white coat-clothed redhead with pain-filled eyes. Though his vision was blurred due to the many hits he'd gotten, he still could make out the satisfied smirk the other was wearing. "Time to end this."

Nagi blinked. ´Schuldig? What?! Schu-…?'

A searing pain right in his head sent him into oblivion.

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The Koneko no Sumu Ie was covered in silence when they returned. Every one of them was ready to return quickly to his room, having had enough for one night. But before…

Brad had fallen asleep again on their –much more calm- drive back to the shop. Assuming that he was exhausted from his captivity, none of the assembled members of Weiß had tried to wake him – till now. Giving the sleeping teen a doubtful look, Omi asked. "What now? I actually rather don't want to wake him up…" Ken nodded agreeing. "Yeah. Me too. That must have been rather hard for him." Before the two could do anything more, Aya had already ducked into the car and gently lifted the sleeping boy out of it. "…I'll take care of him."

Ignoring the surprised looks of his fellow assassins, he cradled the sleeping form of Brad in his arms and took of to their rooms. Ken and Omi stared wide-eyed after their leader. Though his expression had been somewhere resembling _soft_ (a shocking enough thing by Aya) his body language had been telling otherwise. More like ´The first one who tries to take him from me is going to die. Painfully.' Exchanging looks, they followed them silently inside.

Carefully not to wake the sleeping boy that was huddled in his arms, Aya set him down onto his bed. Letting his eyes wander over his sleeping form, the cold Weiß redhead noted how boyish and cute Brad looked like that.

His jet-black hair tousled from the water with those endearing stubborn strands which were- Wait! He was _not_ thinking, I repeat _not_, about Brad and being cute in the same sentence! He was _not_-…But the sleeping teen really looked a helluva cute like he was lying there on the bed. With his shields down his fragile form now showed all of the vulnerability and innocence he normally hid under his cold, unfazed exterior, Brad's face had softened with the easing sleep brought with it and- Aya grimaced. ´No way I'm doing this!´ He was definitely NOT attracted to any other males, not to tell from underage boys…Even if they were as cute as Brad. Shit! Did he even think that? Turning away, Aya tried to convince himself that he was definitely _not_ thinking that Brad was cute or that he was attracted to the teen in any other way.

He was failing miserably when Omi entered the room and saved him from further embarrassment. Quickly pulling up his cold mask again, Omi failed to notice the calamity his friend had managed to get himself into.

Actually Omi had only come to make sure himself that Brad wasn't harmed in any way. Not that he was doubting Aya´s judgment, just that he still was the more or less most experienced in treating injuries and would probably be able to notice something that went by his teammate's and friend's eyes. Silently stepping up to the bed he noticed the paleness that had started to spread over the younger boy's features. Frowning, the young blonde asked "Aya-kun?" The tall redhead went silently to stand next to Omi by the side of the bed. Catching sight of what was worrying the younger boy, violet eyes widened a bit.

Without saying a word he reached out and touched Brad's limp hand. It was ice-cold and slightly trembling. Aya's frown deepened. Being used to the silent redhead, Omi just nodded and checked the dark-haired boy's forehead. Also ice-cold. Omi´s frown got a worried edge. This wasn't good. Turning to Aya, he said. "We're going to need some warmer blankets. Aya-kun, could you get them?" Seeing as the redhead was already halfway out of the room, Omi added. "And could you tell Ken-kun too?"

Taking the affirmative sound Aya made before leaving the room as a yes, the young sandy-blonde turned to the shivering boy on the bed again. The worried look in his bright-blue eyes deepened. Was this an overreaction to the sedative he had been given? Or an overdose? The youngest Weiß member frowned, wishing that he knew what sort of drug had been injected to his friend.

Carefully he reached out and opened the teen's eyelids as gently as possible. ´Maybe I can discover something that way…' There was nothing wrong with Brad's eyes. Frowning again, Omi was about to release his hold when something caught his interest. It was almost invisible, but when he squinted a bit…There was something in it. He reached out and brushed as softly as he could over the pupil. And stared surprised at what he was now holding between his fingers. ´A contact lens…?´ Carefully he repeated the procedure with the other eye.

Now he was holding a pair of them in his hand. ´He was wearing contact lenses the whole time?´ Before he could trace that new information further down, Aya returned with some warm blankets in his hands. Not saying anything, the redhead dropped them on the bed and started peeling off the wet clothes Brad was still wearing. Just after they were replaced with some dry shorts and one of Aya´s shirts (which nearly reached down till his knees ^^*) and Brad was securely wrapped into the sheets, Aya directed a questioning glance at Omi.

Knowing his friend, Omi simply shook his head. "I have no clue what's wrong with him." Aya´s frown deepened, his browns knitting together in a way that was indicating worry – a seldom expression on Abyssinian's face. Still, Omi had no time wondering about it. Brad's shivering form in front of him was much more important at the moment.

"How's he doing?" The question was asked by Ken, who'd entered soon after Aya. In his hands he was holding a medical kit. Omi sighted and shook his head. "I have no clue, Ken-kun." Ken's expression darkened into a worried look. It'd be ridiculous if they'd rescued Brad from that woman just to watch him getting worse and worse now. Ken wasn't ready to accept this. Neither were Aya or Omi. Still, there was little they could do, without knowing what was actually wrong. Omi sighed again. ´This is so frustrating…´

Soon they'd done everything they could do. Unpleasantly that wasn't exactly much. Brad's pulse was a bit low and his limbs were as cold as ice, but out of that nothing seemed to be wrong. No fever, no signs of any illnesses or reactions to a drug, nothing. All they could do was to try to hold him as warm as possible and hope for any signs of improvement. Omi had suggested them taking turns in watching the ill boy, but Aya had interfered, announcing that he'd do it alone and that the others should take their rests. Silenced by one of the icy glares of doom, none of them younger assassin had been brave enough to voice protest.

And so dear Aya was alone with Brad again…

And to be honest the redhead had absolutely no clue about what to do. Sure, the prospect of spending the whole night alone with Brad wasn't that bad at all, but… Well, since the boy was ill there wouldn't be anything going to happen anyway. So no sense worrying about possible situations like having to explain why exactly he'd insisted on taking the whole watch thought he was as tired as Ken and Omi.

Pushing himself not to think about such things, Aya redirected his attention back to the bed and its occupant once more. Taking in the fragile features, his violet eyes softened intangibly. 'He almost looks eternal.' The next second he frowned, remembering the reason for the dark-haired teen's paleness. Stepping closer, Aya reached a slender hand out to touch the sleeping boy –and hesitated.

What if he would wake him with it? Or worse, what if he hurt him accidentally? Aya definitely didn't want that. Still, how Brad was lying there, all his shields down, presenting his vulnerable, unprotected core to the violent world…All in Aya cried out to touch and protect the boy at such a sight.

Still frozen in his movement, Aya started wondering about what it was, that made him committing himself so much to a boy whom he didn't even know for two weeks. And also a boy who was lying right into his face and even admitting it! He knew Omi, Ken, and Yohji much longer and sometimes he didn't feel half as close to them! Aya frowned again, taking in the aesthetical beauty of Brad's sleeping face. ´So perfectly unconcerned…´ As if he was in peace with himself and the world. The redhead's eyes won a rueful look. So totally different to what Brad looked like, when awake. Always when Aya had watched, the teen had been wearing that cloaked expression of uneasiness and anxiety in his beautiful golden-brown eyes, no matter what his expression had been. Almost as if he was waiting for something to happen…

Aya smiled silently to himself. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he liked him that much. Those far too experienced warm amber-brown eyes that were none the less shining with so much barely concealed lust for life… Just one look into them had been enough for Aya to know that that boy would never allow himself to be broken. That he'd never accept fate or run away, stop caring about everything…That he'd never throw himself away like Aya had done after the death of his parents and his sisters accident. Maybe it was those strong eyes that had captured the redhead. Maybe it was the fact that Brad managed to be so strong and weak at the same time. Or maybe…Aya didn't know. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he had that deep feeling that he knew Brad for a much longer time…As if from a different existence. No matter what, Brad had managed to tie the silent redhead much closer and tighter to him than anybody else had for a very long time. Maybe for forever.

… And he was really cute lying there with that tousled hair…-Stop that!! He was definitely NOT falling for a younger boy! …He already had. Argh!!

Gritting his teeth Aya turned away from the bed again, fighting against long forgotten and repressed emotions.

Just to whirl around and at the sound of a soft whimper. Frowning down at the bed, he noticed that Brad had started shivering. A worried expression creeping into his eyes, Aya hesitantly reached down and touched a much too pale hand. ´Gods! As cold as a corpse's!!' Now he was really worried. Quickly he checked the smaller boy's forehead. Still no fever… Aya´s frown deepened. The absence of fever wasn't exactly a good sign. More of a bad. Fever was a sign of the body trying to heal itself. If it was staying out…-did that mean that Brad's body was willingly giving in to whatever ill was holding him into its cruel grasp? Aya hoped not.

His worries now clearly written over his delicate face, he tried feverishly to come up with something to help Brad what they hadn't already tried before. He couldn't think of anything. Wait…! Brad was cold in the first place. If neither blankets, clothes or hot-water bottles were helping…maybe body heat could.

A slight blush started to creep over the redhead's face for having such thoughts. Thinking about sharing the bed with Brad…God, how ill-minded could he still get?! Still, it was the only possible solution that came into his mind, except bringing the freezing boy immediately to a hospital. A thing he definitely couldn't do.

But Brad was still shivering.

Sighing, Aya realized that there was really just one thing he could do. And he could still pretend that he was just doing it to help if anybody should notice. He just had to evade falling asleep. Having his mind set like this, the redhead quickly shrugged his clothes off, only leaving his shorts on. Though he preferred sleeping naked, Aya was quite sure that Brad wouldn't cherish the thought of waking up next to a naked man. Well, that had to do…

Taking care not to accidentally wake the dark-haired teen, Aya slipped carefully under the thick covers. Brad's body was really cold. Shivering involuntary a bit Aya reached carefully out and gently pulled the other to him until Brad's bare back rested against the warm skin of Aya's chest. His blush deepened until it matched his hair color, but luckily for him Brad didn't wake. Instead he sighted contently after a short span of time and turned to face the redhead, snuggling his face against the area between the redhead's smooth neck and his warm chest. Also feeling an arm being draped around his waist and a cold knee nudging against his, Aya had problems with keeping his coldness. After all Brad was still sleeping and just trying to find some warmth. Still, he couldn't keep a hot shiver from running up his spine, making him realize how much he liked the boy's closeness.

After a short while Brad's body temperature started to get back to a somewhat normal state again. Satisfied with this workout Aya allowed a content smile to spread over his face. –After all nobody was there to see it.

It would all turn out to be good – as long as he didn't fall asleep. And with such content thoughts Aya, known as the cold-blooded leader of Weiß and human icicle, fell asleep.

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On the other side, in the garage of the Koneko no Sumu Ie, in the trunk of Aya´s white Porsche…

…Farfarello had also fallen asleep. ^^*

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When Crawford woke up the next day, (it wasn't exactly morning), his head was heavy like seldom before. Frowning he clenched his eyes shut again, trying to will the annoying haziness inside his head away. ´Grrr…God! What stuff exactly did they use?!´ Just after he'd finally managed to clear his muddled thoughts, he opened his eyes again. And stared.

He wasn't alone in the bed. Ok, that had already happened before since he was with Weiß, but this time he was lying snuggled against someone's bare chest having an arm draped around him. Slowly blinking, he carefully moved his head enough to see who it was. Abyssinian. Crawford stared in disbelief at that almost angelic peaceful face, framed with deep blood-red strands.

Aya seemed to be really pleased with this. Of course Crawford could only assume that, though the way the redhead had slung his arms around him in a gentle hug would make one think that. Noticing the lack of clothes on the redhead, Crawford frowned again, wearing a perplexed expression. ´What the fu-?!´

What exactly had happened after their driving home? And why hadn't he seen any of this coming? Waking up next to your supposed to be archenemy with no visible trace of clothes on his skin was something which should be counted urgent enough for some sort of advance warning. Crawford frowned again, his face darkening. He didn't like the thought of having his ability somehow blocked at all.

One of the last things he remembered doing was cursing whatever idiot had activated the sprinkler systems due to the fact that he'd been awfully freezing in his drenched clothes. That had been on their trip home. And then? ´I must have fallen asleep…´ Looking up again, Crawford's amber-brown eyes got a puzzled look. Had Aya carried him up here?

Then he realized that he wasn't freezing anymore. Actually the redhead was comfortably warm…and he didn't seem too much offended with Brad using him as a human hot-water bottle. Smirking lightly at this thought, Crawford decided to lengthen the situation a bit. ´Let's see how he reacts when he wakes up.´ Contend with his little scheme, the black-haired teen snuggled back against the redheads chest, forgetting for a moment to hate his shrunk body for its lack of size. Right now it seemed to fit right perfectly.

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Somewhere else in the city. . .

Someone was having a way less nice morning.

"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, YOU DON`T HAVE HIM ANYMORE?!"

Tannin winced at the volume of her visitor. After that little debacle at King's Hotel, she'd checked in another high-class hotel and slept it off.

Until Jilocasin had decided to pay her a visit. The telepath had been curious to see how it had gone. Not to tell that he wasn't exactly happy to hear that the pale blonde telekinetic had simply let their target go.

"Jil, calm down. There's no need to shout like that. Do ya want to get me deaf, or what?" The French stopped long enough from his pacing to throw her a venomous look.

´I simply can't believe that you honestly did that.' A dry voice in her head stated. Tannin grinned, baring her teeth. ´Of course you can. After all I DID it.' That earned her another hateful look. ´Maudit arrogant telekinetics…. Do you realize how easy this could have been?!'

Tannin smirked again. She liked annoying the telepath. Hearing him curse in French was always worth a laugh. ´Don't worry your little head. That's just givin' ya a headache. And after all I never said that I intended killing him.' Jilocasin raised an eyebrow. ´Non?´

Tannin's smirk widened into a sneer. ´Not immediately. Like I said, I want to have my fun. Yesterday was just a little exercise to see how much fun he is going to be.'

'And? Happy?' The blonde woman's smirk widened, a mischievous glimmer in her grayish-blue eyes. "May~be. Anyway, I've decided to go and see how he's doing against you and your team."

That really caught Jilocasin´s attention. ´Had to have been an impressing confrontation.´ "Jil?" "Hm?" "Bother if I raise the stakes a bit? You have the small one already, after all."

The French tilted his head, but stayed unperturbed otherwise. ´And that'd be?' Tannin's smile got a nasty expression. "It seems that our dear Schwarz friend has made friends with a assassin group called 'Weiß'. I want you to get them both for me."

Jilocasin snorted at that, his face twisting into a look of disgust. ´Blancs? You're making fun of me?´ ´How would I ever dare? …And, to make this more interesting, let's say that the winner of us gets all of it.´

The French telepath eyed the telekinetic suspiciously. One could never be sure if that woman was serious or not…Still, the bet wasn't that uninteresting.

"I accept."

"Good to hear, my friend. I promise you that this is going to be the most interesting time of your life."

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Watching the telepath leave, Tannin smiled contently. Now she didn't have to bother ´bout this annoying situation any more for some time and had time to "A-CHOO!!"

´Shit!´

-to cure the cold she got from that unwilling bath combined with the walk through half the goddamn city 'cause she'd forgotten her purse.

And also she'd finally have time to cure out her enormous hangover.

"Oh man, I feel sick…!"

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Violet eyes blinked lazily, slowly focusing on the day's light. ´What a night…´ Yawning widely, Aya stretched, trying to get the sleepiness out of his long limbs. Touching something warm, he froze. ´!´

Looking down, the cold redhead sweatdropped. Snuggled to his bare chest, laid nobody else than Brad, obviously quite contend with his position. ´Kami-sama…!´ He'd fallen asleep! After reminding himself constantly not to do it, he'd promptly fallen asleep! Gulping slowly, he looked down into the face of the sleeping boy. Brad's eyes were firmly closed, his constantly ruffled bangs hanging into them and tracing soft trails of liquid shining black against the pale skin of Aya's chest. Definitely there and yet so soft like the slightest impression of a butterfly wing's touch … Aya continued looking, enchanted by the unearthly aura of the being he'd managed to lure into bed with him… – Even if it was just for sleeping. To the guilt-ridden redhead it was unbelievable impressive that somebody could look as untroubled and at peace with his life asleep.

A slight smile stole its way into those purplish violet eyes, making them dance. ´Nearly as an angel, unaware of the existence of any sins.' What made him smile was the knowledge that Brad was certainly anything else than that. The recent events had just proven that the black-haired boy was very well aware of the corruptions life held. Aware and probably also already highly entangled into them.

His amber-brown eyes showed that all too clearly.

Still, he seemed so unconcerned…like a child who knew that everything would become good in the end. That dangerous mix of innocence and experience were captivating the emotionally cold redhead, making him love the teen like- Wait! Scratch that!! Aya was definitely going to swoon over some strange teen-age boy just because he was looking nice when sleeping! Or that effortless elegantly way of moving, he had…Stop it!!

Shaking his head, Aya tried to clear his poor head. He wasn't used to such situations at all. To his shock Brad started moving next to him. ´Shit!´ Aya had absolute no clue of how the teen would react to his presence in his bed and wasn't exactly thrilled with the thought of finding out soon. Caramel eyes blinking open lazily, Brad started stretching while yawning heartily. An unaware stroke over Aya's side sent a chill down the redhead's backbone, making him jump at the same time.

Aya yelped in surprise as he suddenly found himself lying on the hard floor next to the bed. Seemingly that jump had been just a jump too much… A melodic low chuckle made him look up just to meet Brad's amused golden-brown eyes. They were shining with a hidden mischievous sparkle, his lips having misted over with a hint of a grin. Supporting himself on one arm, Brad glanced down at the fallen redhead.

"Good morning to you too, Aya. Though there might be persons who would take such a reaction after you'd spent the night with them as an insult."

Averting his shining violet eyes, Aya flushed deeply. Brad just laughed a bit more at that reaction. The redhead decided then and there that he liked the gentle sound of the boy's voice when he was laughing.

Standing up but still evading the amused teen's eye contact, Aya scowled slightly before saying harshly. "You had fallen unconscious due to hypothermia on our ride back. It seemed logical in order to warm you up."

"So you just shared blankets with me ´cause I was to cold to you?"

Crawford chuckled again when the redhead of Weiß just turned away at that question, his face turning even redder. Annoying somebody else for a change was quite fun! His smile turning to a more familiar smug one, Crawford watched Abyssinian approach the door. Not looking back at the boy in the bed Aya opened the door and prepared to leave. "I'll tell the others that you're well again." Behind him he could feel Brad nod approvingly. Not waiting for the boy to speak, Aya quickly exited the room.

Just as he was about to close the door from outside, Brad called after him. "Aya." Halting in his movement, Aya rose one thin eyebrow questioningly. Brad was sitting on the bedside, looking absolutely serious now. "…Thanks."

Aya simply nodded, closing the door though a solemn smile grazed the redhead's lips as soon as he was sure that nobody could see it.

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Yohji cursed that blasted medical staff of Kritiker. Not only that he wasn't allowed to flirt with the nurses; no, they'd actually set his right arm back into its joint without giving him as less as a warning before doing it!! And of course without local anesthesia! Getting your bones rammed back into their joints fucking hurt!

Banishing the thoughts about his still throbbing arm and the painful death of some over-helpful doctors, Yohji tried to concentrate on the problem at hand. That telekinetic had called Brad 'Crawford'.

Gritting his teeth, the tall blonde of Weiß heightened his speed a bit. Crawford! It was all perfectly fitting together! How he'd known berserk's real name! Or how easily he'd dealt with the revealing of their real earning of their life! It had been so obvious the whole time!! Flashing green eyes narrowed in annoyance. No wonder that they hadn't heard from Schwarz recently! There was just to ask if it was just Crawford or all of them. Yohji shuddered at the thought of a team of chibi-Schwarz running around. And why had he not attacked them while he had the chance to? A question whose answer was wide out of Yohji's touch.

For a short moment he wondered if that woman had just played a prank on him. But not for long. The similarities were just too much to be accidental. Having made up his mind, the playboy faced just one last problem. How was he supposed to make his teammates believe him?

Omi had officially made friends with ´Brad´, Ken was the same and even Aya seemed to have been growing closer to the chibi. Hell, Yohji himself had also been quite fond of him! So?

´I'll just have to go and face them.'

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Farfarello watched silently how Balinese entered the shop, just to be crowded immediately with a bunch of squealing fangirls. The one-eyed albino pulled a face at their high-pitched screams.

Luckily for his sensitive ears Weiß shooed their 'customers' nearly immediately out of the shop and closed it down. They were talking agitatedly to each other, and Balinese and Abyssinian especially seemed to be of different opinions. ´Wonder if it's about child-Brad.'

Deciding to find out the reason for the hectic atmosphere which had ensued, Farfarello started to move, gliding past the once in top form white Porsche. It had been quite a surprise for him to notice that his sleeping place had been colored white. White. Well, Farfarello had nothing against the color in general, (would be a bit stupid for an albino ^^*)…Just against too much white. If used in bigger amounts, people always tended to see it as the color of God. Pure, innocent white…Farfarello hated God. And he destroyed anything referring to him.

Even if it was a white sports car.

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Upstairs Crawford had also heard the noise that accompanied the arrival of Balinese. Not exactly wanting to pick their conversation up where they'd left it, he quickly slipped into his room when a vision struck, leaving him shuddering.

´Nagi-!!´

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"And I say that you're wrong!"

"O yeah?! And why?!"

"… .."

Aya glared icily at him, looking quite pissed. For once Yohji didn't back away, but answered the redhead's stare with an equally icy one, his green eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Just because you don't like it, it won't change, Aya! I heard her clearly call him Crawford! And even without that there're more than enough evidences!"

"Like?"

"Goddamnit, Aya!! Just look at him! You all agreed that he looks like him! And he called berserk Farfarello! Not to mention that he survived his encounter with the psycho without even a single scratch! No normal human could do that!"

"Hn."

"Don't ´hn´ at me like that! Do you remember how the kid reacted when we told him about Weiß? As if he'd known already everything!"

Casting Omi a worried look, Ken glanced back and forth between his fighting friends. As a friend he felt like he had to say something for Brad, yet at the same time the things Yohji said were making an awful amount of sense. Brad really had been acting strange sometimes, when he thought about it. But him being Crawford… That was really a bit much.

Omi looked down, torn by inner conflicts. Brad-kun was his friend; he'd said that himself. He'd also never given him any chances to doubt that statement. Still… Unconsciously he started playing with the two fragile items in his pants pocket. He'd wanted to talk with Ken-kun about them first, before showing them to the others, but now…

Clearing his throat, the Omi said. "Um…Guys?" That caught their attention.

"Yeah, bishonen?"

"Omi?"

Aya just glared inquiringly at him, his real feelings hidden behind a wall of burning ice. Omi gulped, fidgeting a bit more. Pulling out his hand of his pocket, he opened it to show the other three what he was holding.

Squinting down at the two little transparent pieces in the younger blonde's palm, Yohji asked, "What's this?" Ken nodded in agreement, his confusion over the way things were evolving clearly written over his face. Aya rose just an eyebrow, his expression not changing in the last.

"That are contact lenses. I- I found them last night when I checked Brad for any wounds."

Aya´s glare just deepened at that, while Yohji murmured something like ´I knew it!´. Ken frowned, giving his friend a concerned look. "Do you think he really is…?" Heaving a sight under his breath, Omi shook his head. "I really don't know, Ken-kun, as much as I wish I did."

Looking up slowly and fearing what they might see, they both turned to Aya, waiting for an answer.

"Aya?"

Blazing violet eyes met theirs, just before Aya turned, heading for the stairs. "Hey! Aya!" "Aya-kun..!" "What are you doing-?" Not halting for a second, Abyssinian started to climb up the staircase. "Go ask him."

Yohji gaped wide-eyed at the redhead that called himself their leader. "Right into his face?! Aya-!" He never came to finish is sentence. As soon as the redhead had set his foot on the topmost stair, a silver-haired shadow bounced at him, shrieking.

"YIYIYIYIYIYI!!"

"Oh crap!"

Yohji watched mortified how the crazy psycho knocked his friend over, sending them both tumbling down all the chairs. With a cat's agility Farfarello landed on Aya´s stomach, pinning the redhead to the ground while readying his knife for a deadly strike.

/BANG!/

Before any of Weiß came even to move, a shot rang, the bullet driving into the floor about two inches from the two quarreling men.

"FARFARELLO!! NO!"

They looked up in shocked disbelief. On the top of the stairs stood nobody else than Brad, aiming an unlocked gun at the albino. "Leave Abyssinian! Prodigy's more important right now!"

Or was Crawford aiming at Aya?!

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Whee! Another Cliffhanger! Cliffhangers are fun (to write)! And I went slightly out of ideas for this chapter…^_^* So it's ending here!

As you may have noticed by now the pairing's Aya x Crawford. Yeah, you read right. Aya(Ran)x Crawford! While I was reading I noticed that it was always Craw-chan going after Aya-kun…^.^ So, I've decided to change that! Sorrowfully I'm not really good at writing anything resembling romance, so please be gentle.

PS: Nagi and Schu fans, don't kill me! Wait till the next chapter! Please!! *fears for her life*

Thanks to: Blume, krylancelo, Rei Eien, Chibigreen Tanuki, S.Wing, Yami no Tenshi, newtypeshadow, Silogane, minko, Snickerdoodle, Chinkypee, yue, Shuo Ri, maxine0_0, Kyra, Jenny, kaurr, Blue6 –Blood6J6 and Naoe. Over hundred wheee!^_^