Karma
Part 02
by Myka
Pairing: Schuldig/Yohji
beta: naaha
Japan. September 10. One year earlier.
The news didn't come lightly. It didn't matter that Weiss already risked their lives enough with assassinations and other missions. Now someone wanted them dead, and they were actually doing something about it. Three days ago Omi had almost been run over by a car on his way to class, and Ken had a close call that morning that landed him in the emergency room. The organization behind the attacks was still nameless to them, a mystery aside from vague clues and dead-end trails.
Without worrying about backup and only wearing a bullet proof vest as a precaution (because Aya wouldn't let him leave the Koneko without it), Yohji followed the most recent trace to the organization's last known location. The building he ended up in was abandoned and looked like no living soul had been there for a long time now. Another dead end.
Yohji had the sudden feeling he wasn't alone anymore. He stood still listening for anything out of the ordinary. Just crickets, animals, then…something.
"Nice ass, Kudou."
Yohji's eyes widened and he turned around quickly to meet amused blue eyes belonging to an irritating foreigner, the bane of his existence for the past month and a half.
"Don't shoot the messenger," Schuldig said with a smirk. "Or should I say don't strangle the messenger?"
Yohji stepped back and reached for the release button on his watch as he kept his eyes on the redhead.
"Oh, please. You'd be out cold before you even got that thing out," Schuldig said as he tapped his forehead with one finger.
Yohji growled and dropped his hand. Screw it. He returned his attention to what he was here for and turned his back to the German. Schuldig leaned close, an inch or two away from Yohji's body. "You are too tense, Kudou. You need to relax, take a deep breath, find new interesting ways to release all that stress," he said with a smirk, trailing his fingers down Yohji's spine and squeezing his right butt cheek.
Yohji jumped.
"Boundaries! We agreed on boundaries!" He gave the redhead a sharp look, then just sighed. "Look, give it a rest ok? I am not sleeping with you. Ever."
Schuldig tilted his head slightly to the side, a 'this-is-too-fun' look on his face. "Don't say 'ever.' You are not the precog."
Yohji rolled his eyes. "Why are you bothering me? Don't you have something bett-" He paused. A scary thought passed through his head. "Are you the one that ordered the hit on us?"
Schuldig blinked, looking genuinely confused for a moment. Then he roared with laughter. "Trust me, kitten. If we wanted you dead, you'd know it was us."
"Then why are you here?" Yohji asked.
"Following orders, just like you," Schuldig said, the laughter leaving his voice.
"I'm not here on orders. I'm just following a trail," Yohji said and waited for another smart-ass remark. Instead Schuldig's smirk suddenly faded into a somewhat thoughtful look. He leaned close again and whispered.
"There is somebody else nearby..."
Yohji hadn't even registered the words before Schuldig shoved him and a sharp pain exploded on his back.
"Fuck!"
Thanks to the vest it only took Yohji a second to recover, and he immediately tried to seek shelter by the wall of the abandoned building. Something zoomed by his head. Schuldig was suddenly beside him and Yohji snatched his arm and pulled him inside the building and out of the line of fire.
"Fuck," Yohji swore again. They were now sitting ducks. Schuldig stood still by the wall, his head down, eyes closed.
Yohji wondered for a moment until something caught his eye. "There's blood on your clothes."
"Shut up," Schuldig said sternly, and Yohji obeyed. He watched in silence as the blood stain got larger. Schuldig took a deep breath, his face lost in deep concentration. His body swayed briefly and Yohji reached out, catching Schuldig before he fell to the ground.
"It's done," the redhead muttered. "He's dead."
Yohji blinked.
The silence was brief and it was broken when Schuldig swore.
"Goddammit!" The redhead rested all of his weight against Yohji and looked more carefully at his wound. "I wasn't supposed to get shot."
Yohji ignored what the words might imply and focused on what had happened. A sniper had tried to kill him. Schuldig had practically saved him. Schuldig had gotten shot because of it. He had to repay the favor somehow.
He stepped forward and Schuldig swore again when he tried to follow. Yohji did the next rational thing and swept the redhead off the ground, his intent clear on taking him to an emergency room. Schuldig was forced to wrap his arms around Yohji's neck, and for a few seconds all he could do was meet Yohji's green eyes. Yohji just blinked back in slight wonderment.
Silence again. Warmth. Body heat. Thump thump thump thump.
Yohji saw blue eyes blink.
"This will probably change things," Schuldig murmured to no one in particular.
Yohji walked forward.