Disclaimer: Gee, I know that you're all knowing what's supposed to be written here. All rights about Weiß Kreuz belong NOT to me. I'm just owning this story and the OC's. Otherwise I'm just messing around with things that aren't mine.
AN: Please take note that I was still in a hyper mode when I wrote this. The team of my school class got third in a tournament and all of the boys of the opposing team were dressed out as drag-queens in the last match. (The one in the frilly evening robe with the short skirt was simply hilarious! The one with the hot pants and thights was also great…)XD
Special thanks to Blume and B6-B6j6 for the great help with the songs (you two rock!) and Ryuke for constantly telling me about flying vehicles. Without you I wouldn't have been half as fast!^_^
Okay, you're warned. On with the story!
What he certainly hadn't plannedChapter 15
Together, they just needed three attempts to get the motorcycle back up on its wheels again.
It took Crawford a lot more to get Aya to sit on the bike again, though. But being the Oracle, he somehow managed it. Now they were both sitting on it again, and Aya's arms had sneaked softly around Brad's waist, gently resting there. A light blush was tinting the redhead's face, him being awfully aware of the closeness of the other's warm body in front of him. ´Kami-sama!´ Like this, Aya could practically feel the pulse through Brad's sleek frame, with each breath he was taking. Aya just hoped that the black-haired teen wouldn't look back now of all times…
On the other side, Crawford was having his own problems. Most of them were concerning the inner mechanism of a tuned-up motorbike. ´The right lever's for the gas.´ That much he'd already figured out. Now he just had to find the brake…
He gave the stubborn vehicle a disgruntled look. If they at least had some protective clothing…. Leather gear, a crash helmet, gloves, something! Hell, he'd be happy if he just had a helmet! Unfortunately, Crawford's luck had left him there. Aya had at least his trench coat. But him… Crawford wasn't really willing to scrape his skin from the road if the unlikely case of him crashing the bike would come true. Well, if he crashed the bike they wouldn't have to worry about something as minor as that anymore, anyway. He was quite sure that their pursuers would make sure on that. ´Useless worrying yourself over something you can't change.´ With a rough jerk he started the engine. Aya's finger tightened their grip on him considerably. That much to his trust of Crawford's driving skills. Finding your way through a labyrinth-like building was one thing. _This_ was completely different one.
Inwardly crossing all of his fingers and praying to whomever might hear him, Crawford twisted the right lever slightly. The machine let out a loud howl. Aya's grip became steely. `Now or never!´ Kicking the bike's stand away, Crawford could hear Aya letting out a surprised (or scared) yelp as the motorbike darted forward with them.
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When were they finally going to come? Kitten growled slowly under her breath. The constant wait was really getting on her nerves. The redhead woman had gotten her coat and gun back, and was now impatiently waiting for her targets of choice (speaking of Aya and Brad) to come and try to leave the building. ´I can't wait to shoot his fucking ass off.' Though that'd be probably a bit difficult with a pre-cog... For this purpose the empath had chosen a hiding place from where she had an especially good shot.
Kitten had been clever enough to figure that the brat and his friend wouldn't just wait for her to return, so she had decided to catch them on their way out. Only problem: They weren't coming!
Glaring and growling at nothing in particular, the hotheaded female stretched her aching muscles. A good hiding place doesn't exactly have to be comfortable for more than five minutes. ´Where a~re you? Come out, come out, so that I can sho~ot you´, she chanted silently. Kitten wasn't exactly what you'd call a patient person. Rather the opposite. Anyway, she was now fed up with waiting.
"Damn! Should I come get you?!" Her angry words disappeared unheard in the empty hall.
Tapping her foot in that typical female, you-came-to-late-to-our-date fashion, Kitten kept glaring holes into the hallway. "Where the fuck are they!?!"
/Angry, ma chere?/
Kitten stopped short for a moment. /Jilocasin?/ /Who else were you expecting, my kitten?/ Kitten deliberately ignored the French's amused intonation. Jilocasin always sounded amused, so she really couldn't care less. Maybe it was just his French accent. Who knew?
Right now, other things were more important.
/Where the @&/%$// are they ?! I'm fed up with waiting!!/
On the other side of the 'line', a telepath whose head was still ringing from the volume she used, grimaced.
/Allons, allons. They're on their way./ He could literally see her lighten up. /Really?!/
/But of course. Have I ever lied to you, my dear friend?/
/Do you want just the list of this year or the longer one?/, came the dry answer. Jilocasin drew a hurt face, though that was pretty ineffective because nobody saw it. The problem of using body language over a mental ´phone´.
/So are they coming now, or not?/
/They're coming, don't rush yourself that much./ A sour ´hmp!´ was all he got as an answer. Not caring to talk with the telepath any longer, Kitten focused on the hallway again, focusing on her powers. They wouldn't even know what had hit them. An eager smirk crept over her face. And then the brat would pay for what he had done! Ohh, she would make sure of that… Huh? The redhead empath jolted out of her daydreaming. ´What the fu-?!´
They were coming. Rather quickly, as she noted. The smirk turned into a frown. ´Wait´ Careful so she would not be noticed, Kitten probed the advancing persons with her power. The three non-talents she'd bounced into the floor before were obviously conscious again – Kitten decided to kill them properly the next time-, and two with talents… No, wait! Three – one was just slightly unconscious otherwise. Kitten concluded that it had to be the boy-telekinetic they had used as bait. Frowning a bit more, she intensified her testing. No, not there. The pre-cog brat wasn't with them.
Not caring for her cover anymore, Kitten cursed loudly (and also rather obscenely too). Somehow the brat had gotten knowledge of what she was planning and had taken a different way! She'd been waiting in vain the whole time!! Kitten cursed again. That bastard! When she got him she'd….! -?! The redhead young woman whirled around as the sudden screech of spinning wheels on the ground became audible. ´A motorbike?´ Blue eyes narrowed. So there they were!
Forgetting all about the unsuspecting men that were also on her target list, Kitten whirled around and dashed in the direction of the sound.
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Well, that wasn't that hard, was it? Barely avoiding ramming them into the next wall, Crawford jerked the bike around and turned the handle a bit more. The machine immediately rewarded him with an especially loud howl and a sharp swerve to the right. Behind him, Aya tightened his grip once again, mumbling a silent prayer.
Three seconds later, it still seemed as if the American was going to ram them into the next obstacle, but then it quieted. At least they were driving upright and not in some impossible diagonal angle now. Nevertheless Aya made better sure again that he had a proper grip on Brad. Feeling the soft, sleek skin under the American's clothes, the redhead could feel a slight blush tinting his cheeks again. In order not to fall of the speeding bike he'd pressed himself awfully close to the teen, as he now noted. Hell, he'd practically glomped him! He blushed furiously. And yelped as Brad avoided ramming them into the back of a car in front of them by milliseconds.
Definitely not the right time for getting romantic. Cursing slightly, he readjusted his grip on the black-haired teen. The bike swerved dangerously.
"Damn it, Aya! Stop that!"
Surprised that this should be his fault, Aya blinked. "…What?"
"Tickling me! I can't drive like that!!"
Too surprised to properly react, Aya couldn't do anything more than fasten his grip on the Schwarz's abdomen, a small grin forming on his lips despite the situation they were in. Brad snorted. "Squeezing life out of me also won't help." Aya chuckled silently.
The next minutes passed by in silence, Aya trying to keep still and Brad trying to keep them somehow on the street in one piece.
During this time Aya came to the conclusion that driving with Brad was extremely dangerous for your life. The way the American kept evading other (remarkably slower) cars was more than nerve-racking and the fact that he kept driving on the median strip - thus, having to evade cars coming from both sides - wasn't exactly helping. Also not to mention that they were surely driving at least twice the speed limit.
Just when everything was getting pleasant (and Aya really starting to doubt Brad's claim of knowing how to drive such a motorbike), he noticed something. Behind them, still a fair amount of distance away, was another motorcyclist who was as crazy as they. At least his driving technique – he seemed to be doing everything to catch up to them – seemed to indicate this. Aya frowned. Red bike, crash helmet, white somehow torn clothing… That cyclist was somehow familiar.
"Brad…?"
Without turning (Aya would've hit him if he'd tried to), Crawford nodded. "I now. I've noticed her already by the last turn." Aya's frown deepened. Her? Then it was that look-alike again. She was an empath, who could inflict pain without touching. That wasn't good. They were already endangered enough like this.
Sorrowfully the other cyclist didn't seem to share his opinion. Letting out a loud yell, she brought her motorbike next to theirs in a brake-neck maneuver. Already suspecting what would be her next action, Aya tightened his grip once again.
Her bike crashed against theirs seconds later, pushing them sharply aside.
Brad barely managed to snatch the motorbike in an upright position again, before he jolted them with a wild howl of the engine into a good lead ahead again. Looking back, Aya could hear the pre-cognitive curse. Obviously he had ´seen´ something.
"Aya!"
"Yes?"
"When she comes again, hit her!"
"What?!"
"Hit her! With your katana, fists, or something! Just hit her!! She must not manage to tackle us again or we're going to take a free flight into our next life!"
Aya sweatdropped. How the hell was he supposed to hit that bitch without letting go of Brad with at least one hand? No way he'd do that, not even for a million!! 'But if I don't do it, we're both as good as dead!' Worriedly he threw a look over his shoulder only to see the empathic already hot at their heels. Brad had also noticed.
"Aya!"
K'so! Gritting his teeth, Aya shouted over the soaring air stream, while shifting his weight a bit. "Aa!" Making sure that his hold on the teen was still reliable, Aya looked back, awaiting her attack with flashing eyes. ´Wait…still a bit…still…´ Blazing violets narrowed as the hostile motorbike dived into another attack. Waiting on his perch, the redhead counted the seconds before she got in his reach.
´Now!´
Within less than splinter-seconds Aya bent forward and kicked her bike away.
Both drivers of the bikes cried out in surprise as their vehicles got pushed in different directions. "Are you crazy?!" Aya couldn't help but grin at Brad's hysterical outburst. So he wasn't totally unfazeable. The next moment the smile vanished as the redhead realized that Brad had steered them onto the pavement! Luckily nobody was out at this time of the day. It was less fortunate that there were much more obstacles than on the street.
"Watch out for the mailbox!"
"Tree!"
"Kami-sama!!"
Crawford drove in slalom around the obstacles, making Aya yelp in shock every four seconds or so and wishing that he'd never gotten onto the bike. In the meantime, their enemy followed them on the road.
Finally there was a gap from where Crawford could steer them back on the road. Immediately their pursuer was there again, but this time, she didn't try to push them off the road. Instead she tried to knock Aya off his place on the back of the seat! Avoiding her badly-aimed punches, Aya growled. So she wanted a fight? He would give her one!
He kicked her away, just when a driving car was next to them. She fell back, but it didn't stop her. Aya cursed loudly, while Brad in the front tried to stifle a grin. The redhead had finally decided to fight.
For some time they fought silently, Aya and Brad not only staying in the defensive, but having even started to attack the other cyclist in turn. Where Brad was a daredevil in driving, their pursuer seemed to be a real professional, and it ended up turning into quite a well-balanced fight. Keen on finally ending this tiring battle, Aya got ready for his final strike. He missed. Cursing, the redhead tried to withdraw his leg –and gasped. The strap of his boot had gotten hooked up in the other machine's interior!
Immediately after that he cursed again, this time at Brad, as the Schwarz was trying to steer them away from the hostile bike. "What?" The teen sounded a bit unnerved. Aya didn't care. At the moment he was busy trying to avoid being tugged from the motorcycle. "Don't pull away!! My boot has gotten hooked!"
"What?!"
If it wouldn't have been so serious Aya would've nearly grinned at the confusion in the American's voice. Sorrowfully it was serious, especially since the other cyclist had now decided to do what Brad had nearly did. Drive away. And tug him from the on-speeding bike onto the hard asphalt street. Glaring, Aya tried again to free himself, this time with more power. Both bikes started to sway in unison at his brute jerks.
"Aya you baka! Stop doing that! You're gonna tip over the bike! "
Aya just jerked harder. Brad cursed. He tipped the bike at bit, tackling Kitten with full force. Aya got his foot free. But before he could say anything to the precognitive, Brad already spoke. "Uh-oh."
"…?"
Looking forward, Aya inhaled sharply. There were cars in front of them. At both sides. Too close for them to manage to dodge. Brad was also driving too fast for that anyway. They'd crash into them! Pressing himself as close to Brad and the machine as possible, Aya readied himself to face death.
CRACK
Aya opened his eyes. They were still alive and driving securely (as secure as it could be) on an empty road. Behind them were the two cars. Brad had steered them through the small gap right between the driving cars, chopping off the side-mirrors and somehow saving their lives with this brain-whacked action. A sudden shriek ripped Aya out of his momentous state of shock. Turning his head back, he was right in time to see a female figure flying through the air before landing with a hard crash on the street. Obviously their pursuer hadn't been as lucky (crazy) as them. Trying to avoid, the car had hit her bike frontally.
Looking back at the still figure on the ground, Aya was reminded of his sister's incident. She'd also had no chance to dodge.
No time to get angsty now. Aya cursed inwardly as Brad cut through a bend, using both sides of the street for that maneuver. Like this, it was highly questionable that they would manage to reach the Koneko in one piece. ´See the good side of this.´ He could cling onto Brad as much as he wanted without attracting any unwanted attention.
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Crawford's amber-brown eyes widened in surprise as he felt Aya pressing himself closer to him, while the redhead's hands sneaked around his waist once again, where they came to a rest. ´Wha-?´ He increased their tempo. The driver the empath had crashed into would surely alarm the ambulance. Where the ambulance was, the police also wasn't far. No need to be caught because of speeding.
While he steered them through the streets at high-speed, the redhead behind him neither moved nor spoke. Sneaking a look at Aya from the corner of his eyes, Brad frowned slightly. Aya was actually looking rather confident. Watchful violet eyes were peeking over his shoulder (the redhead had it rather easy, seeing at their current difference in size) while strands of his hair were playing in the wind. ´Nah, probably he just tried to get a better grip.´ Still, it was quite impressive how that deep red resembled the color of fresh blood… Crawford found himself wondering if it was as soft to touch, as it looked like… ´Idiot! Stop daydreaming and keep your eyes on the road!´ Nevertheless the American could feel the slightest touch of a blush starting to color his cheeks. ´You have better things to do now!´
That was right. Until now, he'd somehow magically managed to keep the bike from toppling over by sheer speed, but sometime they would _have_ to slow down. At least when they arrived. The thought of having to stop the motorcycle made the frown reappear on Crawford's face. He'd been driving the bike just by reducing and raising their speed, but when he'd have to get slower…Crawford honestly doubted that he could hold their balance then.
´If I at least knew where the brake on this damned thing is…!´ But he didn't. ´Senseless to cry over spilled milk.´ He'd just have to make something up until they arrived.
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Why, just why, always him?! Ken groaned inwardly as he climbed into Mastermind's red car. Taking place on the front-passenger seat, he frowned. That was waking unpleasant memories.
Behind him, on the back seat, he could hear Berserker make himself comfortable. ´I have really bad luck.´ Except for a nice headache, which had come with his (surprising) return to consciousness, he now had the 'honor' to drive with Schwarz. Nagi, in return, was with Yohji and Omi since the Irish psychopath had claimed that the boy was scared of Schuldig 'cause he mistook him for the crazy woman from before. No problem so far.
A problem, though, that his bike hadn't been where he'd left it.
So, with his teammates already on their way, poor Ken-Ken had had no other option than jumping into the car of Schwarz before being left behind.
He really should have gotten suspicious when he noticed that Farfarello (officially certified madman), had fastened his safety belts.
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Schuldig had to admit that Siberian's sudden decision to drive with them was quite a surprise. Sorrowfully he had no time to tease the brunette about his rushed entrance, but what wasn't yet could still be coming, right? It was really annoying that they knew nothing about what had become of their enemies or leaders. At least the redhead could tell the latter were still alive, since he could still sense Crawford's shields.
But nothing more.
Though, the fact that dear claw boy's motorbike was gone gave him some hints to what had become of them. Schuldig just wondered if Fujimiya could drive a bike. Crawford couldn't for sure.
On the other side of the car, Ken started relaxing. Despite his jerky start the telepathic redhead had turned out to be a surprising good driver. He sighed in relief. `Thank God! No formula-one race today.´ Schuldig smirked at this from the corner of his eyes. /I wouldn't say that one out loud, kitty./
Ken flinched in his seat, awkwardly reminded of the redhead's talent. Then his curiosity got the better of him. "Why?" Schuldig's grin widened. /Cause our dear Farfie wouldn't like it at all./ Ken blinked, confused. "Berserker? Why he wouldn't like it?" Schuldig didn't look up from the street. Seemingly he was concentrated on driving the car. /Because it has the g-word in it./
Ken didn't get it at all. What was the strange guy talking about? G-word? "Go-" A pair of scarred, pale arms wound themselves around his shoulders, each one ending in a hand holding one of the Irish's favorite blades. " –o –o-oh!" Now he understood. ´Damn!´
Next to him, Schudig let out a low whistle, his usual bastard smirk now plastered over his whole face. "Didn't know that you wanted to become a star, Ken-Ken. Though, this really isn't the right time to practice singing, if you ask me."
Ken shot him a dirty look. Farfarello chuckled lowly.
Just as the brunette was seriously considering wiping the redhead's smirk from his face with his fists, Schuldig suddenly frowned.
"Hey… Isn't that car taking a suspiciously similar route to the one we are?"
"Nani?" Looking through the rearview mirror, Ken frowned too. The car seemed perfectly fine to him. Then again, he hadn't been paying any attention to the traffic. Therefore the telepath could very well be right. Farfarello released his grip on him and was now also looking back. Helpless, Ken shrugged. "Dunno. Could be."
Tilting his head a trace, Schuldig's face grew all serious. "Shit." "Huh?" "Shielded mind." "Aya and Crawford?" "Very unlikely. I'd recognize them." "Another of these freaks?" "In all probability." "Fuck!" Schuldig gave him an amused side glance. "And Crawford says I have a dirty mouth."
Ken glared at him angrily. Schuldig grinned cockily. Ken sweatdropped, reminded of Yohji.
"So what are we going to do now?"
/Stopping that car and surrendering isn't a possibility, I take, mon amis?/
They all gaped at the sudden, uncalled for intrusion. ´Fuck, another telepath!´ Next to Ken Schuldig's face grew suddenly dark with anger.
/Verpiss dich![1]/
The answer was sent directly to the other's head. An amused laugh could be heard. /My,my, such a rude fellow you are./ Growling, Schuldig pushed his mental shields up. ´Mistkerl.[2]`
A sudden click caught his attention. "Farf!!" Farfarello had opened the car door on his side and was about to crawl out of the car, probably trying to get that other guy . On his side of the car, Ken yelped and made a mad grab for the psycho's clothes. (He didn't try to reach for him directly, though. One never knew where that guy kept his knifes.) For a moment, the red sports car swayed before Ken finally managed to pull the resisting albino back into the car.
/Good catch, keeper./ Ken snorted at the cynical voice in his head. ´Mind your own business.´ He knew that the telepath could hear him. /Like?/ ´Getting that crazy fellow off our asses?´ The redhead whistled low again. /You're really a perverted kitten, you know that? However, I intended to do that anyway./ The German stepped on the brake.
"…" Ken stared wide-eyed at him. "What are you doing?!" In the back seat, Farfarello was happily putting on a crash helmet; Ken didn't know where he'd gotten it. It must have been laying somewhere in the car. The car was nearly standing now. Schuldig grinned lazily. "It's called..." The mad Irishman grinned like the mad lunatic he was. Ken gulped.
"…a Blitzstart!![3]"
Schuldig floored the gas pedal.
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Omi flinched visibly as he heard the shrill screech of a car behind them.
Currently the petite blonde was sitting in the back seat of their car, with Prodigy slumped on the cushions next to him and Yohji driving. The youngest member of Weiß just hoped that the taller blonde was a less gutsy driver than Aya.
The next second they both gasped as Schuldig's red car passed them with still screeching wheels. "What the f**k?!" Yohji had his own way of showing his surprise. "That was Schwarz!" Despite his words, the young Japanese couldn't believe his eyes himself. Alright, it seemed quite logical that they were heading in the same direction. Still…what was Ken-kun doing in the redhead's car? Didn't he take his bike? Yohji had noticed too.
Cursing, Yohji slammed his foot on the gas pedal. "Hold on. We won't let us get shaken off!" Omi had a bad feeling about those words. He had a good reason too.
Pulling the steering wheel roughly to the side, Yohji nearly rammed another car that also seemed to be following the Schwarz redhead's car. "Sunday driver!" Pushing forward, Yohji put them hard on their heels. Within minutes they had managed to catch up to the speeding German.
But that wasn't enough for Yohji. Flooring the gas once again, the blonde made himself ready to outstrip the other car. Schuldig nullified his efforts. Growling lowly, Yohji tried it from the other side. This time he did make it. … Ten seconds later Schuldig was in front of them again. The tall dark-blonde wouldn't stand for that. -And so one of the most beautiful car races of the year started.
Desperately trying to hold himself in his seat, Omi yelped as he suddenly got a lapful of semi-conscious Nagi. Flushing deeply, he shouted. "Yohji-kun! Watch out! We have a wounded person on board!" The playboy didn't seem to be particularly impressed. "Sure, sure bishonen. First I just have to catch that speeding bastard." Omi sweatdropped.
Luckily Nagi chose this particular moment to come to his senses again. Well, mostly. Pushing himself weakly up with his hands, (and not noticing that his ´cushion's´ face had gotten the color of Aya's hair at his actions), he blinked and promptly mistook his companions for the other members of Schwarz. Murmuring a weary "Crawford, Schuldig's driving like a lunatic again. Let him finally get a driver license.", he slapped Yohji telekinetically in the back of his head. Omi couldn't quite keep himself from laughing at the resulting curses of the older man.
"Omittchi! Agreeing with the enemy isn't fair!"
Omi grinned.
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"Merde!" Bringing his (rented) car to a halt, Jilocasin let out a string of French curses. During their crazy race he had lost track of their cars and as long as that other telepath was aware of his presence, he wouldn't be able to track them down that easily again. Damn! Now they had to start the whole tiring game from the beginning again. For sure their targets wouldn't be naïve enough to return to their old base after that. No, as professionals they would definitely not make it that easy for them.
The telepath sighted. ´Nothing will come of this evening anymore. Might as well go back home.´ All he could do now was to pick up the other half of his team and return to their apartments. ´Tannin's going to laugh her ass off when she hears of this.´
First he would head back to get Stiller, if there still was anything left of the telekinetic, and then he could pick up Kitten on their way home, given that the female empath was already able to make her way out of the hospital. A sly grin formed on the French's lips.
Having a trained actress in your team was really handy when one didn't have a clue about medicine or first aid. Also when it came about confusing your enemies. Confused birds were always easier to catch than prepared ones.
´What an evening…´
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Leaves were rustling. Seconds later a redhead popped out between the foliage of the bushes. One with a pair of slightly dazed amethyst eyes, blood red hair and an earring in one ear. He looked quite worn, with some smudges of dirt and grass not only on his clothes but also on his face.
Taking in his surroundings, the redhead scowled slightly. When Brad had suddenly shouted at him to jump as he'd slowed the bike down, Aya hadn't reacted. Consequently the American man/teen had simply pushed him off the motorbike. A most cowardly act of taking advantage of his trust, if you asked Aya. Then he noticed it.
Worry starting to creep onto his face as Aya stared at the poor remnants of Ken's bike. Well, with a visit of a _really_ good mechanic, maybe it could still be saved. -He hoped. What worried Aya far more was the fact that Brad as the driver was probably doing not nearly so well as the machine.
Fighting his way out of the resisting bushes, the redhead leader of Weiß called anxiously. "Brad? Brad!"
A few meters away from him and the bike, the rustling of some leaves could be heard. Stepping closer, the redhead could see a familiar leg sticking out between the undergrowth. "Brad! …Are you dead?"
A few more rustles, accompanied with a dry "Yes, I am." confirmed that it was the clairvoyant. Feeling relief flood his heart, Aya headed quickly to help the Oracle out of the bushes (due to the fact that Crawford seemed to have some problems getting out alone). Grinning at the smaller boy, who was, by the way, looking quite silly with the leaves and little branches sticking out of his hairs and clothes in every direction, he plucked one out of his dark silky hair, before commenting. "You have a rather interesting method of stopping a bike."
Crawford frowned at him. "Really."
"Really."
Noticing that the dangerous Oracle had also a smudge of earth tinting the tip of his nose, Aya had a bit of a hard time staying serious. The sleek boy who was now trying to wipe the dirt off his face and only succeeding in smearing it even more didn't really look anything like a deadly assassin or cold-blooded bastard. "Rather kawaii."
Crawford stared at him with wide eyes. ´Shit! Did I say that loud?!´ A thousand things were going through Aya's head at the same time, not even one of them helping. How was he supposed to react now? How would _Brad_ react?
The leader of Schwarz frowned. "If you think crashing a bike to stop it is cute, then I don't want to know how you show somebody that you like them." Aya had nearly laughed out loud in relief. What luck Brad hadn't understood him right. Visibly, he just shrugged his shoulders. "Hn." Crawford rolled his caramel-brown eyes at him. Shaking his head slightly, the rejuvenated American headed for the bike to pick it up again. Seeing the teen clearly flinch at every stressing of his left leg, Aya's features turned into a familiar frown.
"Brad…" Shooting him an unnerved look from where he was trying in vain to get Ken's machine up again, Crawford snapped. "What?" Aya's frown deepened. When he acted like that, then…
"Your leg."
"What's with it?"
"…It's hurt."
"Nonsense."
"Don't 'nonsense' me when I can see you wince every time you try putting weight on it." Crawford now clearly glared at him. Aya held his ground. To his surprise it was the American who gave in first. Looking away, he said. "Fine. So I landed unluckily. So?" The look he shot the redhead was enough to freeze hell.
Sighing silently, Aya joined Brad with his attempt to get their vehicle back on its wheels. "You should treat it with care for a while." Brad didn't deign him a look. "It's just a bruise. Stop mothering me; you're not my mum." Somehow Aya got the feeling that Brad felt awful about him seeing him actually hurt. Brad was the Oracle. Untouchable. He shouldn't get hurt. -And yet still he was. Now that he knew what to look for, the redhead could clearly see the American's embarrassment. A faint trace of a slight blush here, and a bit too rash gesture there… Yeah, definitely embarrassed. Aya decided not to inquire any further. There was no point making the pre-cognitive feel any more unpleasant.
"Alright."
Sighing, Brad leaned on the damaged motorcycle, using it as a crook and pushing it forward at the same time. After a moment Aya followed his example, taking his place on the other side of the vehicle.
"I hope the Koneko isn't too far."
"It isn't."
"Good."
…
…
"What?"
"I _knew_ that it would get stolen someday."
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End chapter 15
[1] – Piss off!
[2] – Bastard.
[3] – lightning start!!
I got asked about other the pairings in this fic some time ago. Once again I'd like to know what you guys are thinking about it.^^
Question answering! Cayenne: I think I'll do the pairing you suggested.^.~) newtypeshadow: Nope!^_^ Yami no Tenshi: Hmm, long one here. 1. Grammatical mistake of mine. (Maybe I should stop re-correcting my beta's work, ne?^.^) 2. Both, I think. 3. Nagi was scared of Schu 'cause he mistook him with Kitten. If there're any questions left, just ask! I'll answer for sure.
Thanks for reviewing! Pinkspider, newtypeshadow, S-Wing, C.M Aeris, Yami no Tenshi, Quarterine Winner, CC, stray cat, Rei Eien, kyitumon (^_^), Blue6-Blood6J6, Shuo Ri, Ryuke-Naoe, Sirogane (See? It's not the end of the month yet.^^) and Kyra. *huggles*^_^
That was it for today, hope you had as much fun reading as I had typing and please review!^.^