Green digital letters flickered from the clock sitting on Aya's nightstand diagonal to his sleeping form, warmth had comfortably made itself around the Weiss leader like a cacoon from the multiple bodies lounging in the single mattress; pale fingers slowly stroked themselves along the naked back belonging to his lover with silent affection. ' When did it happen? When did I come to feel something for the Mastermind of Schwartz? ' the digital blinked its reminder of it being just a few minutes past one 'o clock in the evening. Daylight still shined from Aya's windows gloriously across the drowsy day-stealers, " Schu..Time to get up. " whispered the violet-eyed Aya, his own response was a rather cute grumble, " Come on, lazy German. Get your cute butt up. " a soft chuckling could be heard from the slowly awakening body still resting atop the Wiess member's body. " Cute butt? That's a first. " the mane of fire rose with the lift of Schuldig's head from the crook of his rival's shoulder, " Mnn..You look good enough to go another round. " It was the real first laugh Aya had felt that was genuine, it bubbled up and over in good humor at his german's playful manner. " Nice try. Maybe later after we get things sorted out. " the long, fire german shrugged teasingly before pushing himself up and withdrew the flaccid length of himself from the warm body of Aya; whom watched Schuldig lean forward from the waist to pick up his pants and green tank top. He could knew that german had no sense of decency while watching long legs slide back into the discarded slacks without underwear. " I'm going to go wipe my face down, Schu. Pick me something out to wear. And don't make it too sexy. " picking up the red-robe from before Aya heard the german grumbled on the Weiss way out sounding distinctly of, " Like hell. You'll be hot by the time I find something.."
Good to his word, Aya was strung up in pair of beige-cream leather pants from Youji's own collection, and cut-off sleeve black shirt; but he'd won the argument over his battle-gear boots. Only under the agreement that Schuldig thought he looked rather kick-ass and take-charge in them; the two bodies drew near to the chattering dining room just a few steps from the staircase, Brad was leaning himself over the open magazine with Ken at his side who had at some point rested his legs across his lover's thighs while the brunette himself paged through the files of missing persons he'd been provided. Aya's boots thudded along the wooden floor beside Schuldig's while the men strode up to the two working patrons; " Have you found anything yet, Brad? " the dark-haired Oracle's head looked up at the Weiss leader's question, he watched as Brad removed his spectacles to set them atop his head. " Well, from what I can get four of these girls in the more recent pictures are still alive. When I focus on the reports and the picture; I can pick up a small basement. It's not very luxurious, but its definately not clean. Three of the men here.." Aya watched Brad motion to three individual blonde-vikings before continuing, " They're still alive. It seems the males are being killed off first from the reports. Whoever he is, the women are more interesting. But I guess variety makes a magazine. Their photos are the most recent of all, maybe..from the date, about a week old. " Ken, who'd been listening along set the files aside beside the magazine; taking one of the missing person's photos of one of the male models.
" Report says this guy went missing about two days ago. But his picture hasn't been placed in the magazine though." the picture was set amongst the rest gently, before nodding towards the twin teens sitting in the alcove of the living room just two inches away. " They're up to something. Also more likely to have found something while Brad and I've been working. " The maroon-haired leader nodded before unconsciously taking the fire-hair german's hand into his while leading him along to the living room; no one said a word to the gesture but when Schuldig's fingers tightened around Aya's it was comfort to the leader all in its own. Omi and Nagi were bent over a newspaper, the dark-brunette had taken out a notepad which he jotted along rapidly at his crush's instructions. The sandy-blonde's head popped up at the entrance of his fellow Weiss and the Schwartz member locking hands with one another, Aya hoped he would make the others understand; Schuldig would be constant here. " Aya! Good. We were needing your help. There is an AD in here by Sunyima for his photo shop; a number and name were provided but no address. "
Aya's violets looked to Schuldig, as if asking, ' Should I do what I'm thinking? '. Although his lover had kept his promise not to scan Aya's thoughts, the fire-red nodded his acceptance. It seemed even his lover was going to trust him in this. " Find Youji. He's going to be our bait. " whereas Aya expected disagreement and chaos, his own response was Youji's reply, " Okay. " it appeared the blonde had been sitting in the armchair that turned away from the front door of the living room walk-in. And like a pet to its master, Farfarello jumped from his seated position beside Youji's chair. " Bait? " amber-orbs blinked up at the blonde rapidly.
The leader took a turn about the room, his hand still tucked in Schuldig's once they came to stand behind the chair the playboy still occupied. " Thank you, Youji. Call the number, and see if you can set up an interview with the bastard. " the blonde nodded, before plucking the glittering silver cell phone he'd been issued a month ago due to personal reasons; Aya listened to the lid snap open before Youji called for the numbers, which were steadily typed in once repeated. Silence fell around the room, but the expression on Farfarello's face was of pure horror. It looked like the irishman was getting a crush on their playboy; Youji's call must've got through when the blonde spoke up suddenly in the dead silence. " Konnichi-wa. I'm looking into getting some pictures done. " the followed, before Youji responded, " Actually..I wanted to ask if you do any risquè pictures? " a smirk fell over the wire-weaver's lips once the man on the other side had enthusiastically replied, " Oh! Well, that's really good! Is it possible that I could get them done this evening, sir? " Youji's eyes popped up this his leaders; signaling the confirmation of the appointment. " Am I ..blonde? "
Aya was close to chuckling at the photoshop owner's obvious nature, " I am. I hope that won't be a problem to the development in my pictures? " a voice splintered in shock from the cell phone, before it became evident that the man on the other end was very cooperative to the wire-weaver. " Thank you! I'll see you at..eight, you say? Okay! That works for me. " Balinese finger touched the 'End Call' button lightly, before re-pocketing the mobile device. " Eight 'o clock tonight, Hong Kong bay; he's going to be driving in that limo again..Fari! Don't start, okay! " Youji propelled himself from the chair only to be followed by a rather pissed mad-irishman. Aya just hoped they knew what they were getting into on that kind of relationship.
Seven o'clock came too fast in Aya's book; and it proved as much when he stood beside a rented van big enough to cart a bus full of kids. Against the protests and arguments of Aya, Schwartz had volunteered themselves in this operation; especially Farfarello who was currently glaring at the blonde with a look of betrayal. It was still amazing the madman had yet to draw a knife on them or even himself for that matter, maybe it could be a good sign for them all. Ken sat up front with Crawford, while the rest took up the back of the van with expertise. Aya, Omi, and Schuldig would wait for Youji's signal to enter the building once the wire-weaver had secured it; Omi was to work on any security locks placed on the victims, Aya and Schuldig were brute force. Once inside the van, it took pretty much the whole hour to arrive at the bay only to drop their friend off a block away from the scheduled meeting point; the van was placed off the road in the shadow of a warehouse building sitting away from the shoreline of the Bay. Like clockwork, the limo arrived exactly at eight, and took their bait. A beacon lit up the miniture rador screen they'd brought along in a portable case; Youji had activated his tracer; while lurking behind a row of three cars the van followed the long-stretch limo into a residential area of downtown Hong Kong before the limo took a turn cutting off to a large seven story building.
Aya watched through the dim sunset of light as Youji was ushered from the limo by beautiful dark-haired viking; not who he'd believed capable of such an organization, then again, Aya wasn't suprised by things like this much anymore. Farfarello was edgy, the irishman was just too obvious in his moments of real emotion. " He'll give us the signal, don't worry. " voiced the Weiss leader, before the madman retorted, " Worry is such a human emotion; God cursed man with it. Just to make them suffer; how cruel he has been to us. " Slowly Aya shook his head at the irishman's defensive nature, before the tracer's beacon flipped off. The signal for the rest to take out their duties; Aya was till stuck in the clothing his german had provided him when he leapt from the van's sidedoor followed by Schuldig, and Omi in tow. " What level did the signal stop on? " Ken's fingers rushed across an electronic keypad on the radar, " Second floor! " shouted the brunette, before the miniture squad took off into the building.
Two weeks of laziness had allowed the leader's muscles to become rather laxed, but he was purposeful in his stride up the flights of stairs onto the second floor landing of the residential structure; Schuldig stood along the wall alongside Aya who turned the second landing door's knob, pressing open the door swiftly before ducking in through the door into a studio smothered in ultra-violet lighting. The viking was laid out full sprawl across the couch; what was odd was that he was down to his boxers instead of the business suit he'd been wearing before entering. " Damn idiot. He fucks his models, then takes their pictures. " shouted a voice from a stationary stool beside the couch; Youji had been removed of his shirt during the incident which wouldn't serve him any good when Farf saw him.
" Youji, Omi, get to work on finding the hostages. Schuldig, help me get this bastard outside. " Aya's katana had not come with him this time around, instead the maroon-male alongside the Mastermind would carry out manual labor. With the Schwartz help the lifted the half-conscious viking from the couch, about five minutes of stumbling and curses they'd exited the building towards the van still parked by the sidewalk. The viking's feet drug along the asphalt weakly while Aya kept an arm around the bastard securely before a sharp pain speared itself throughout the leader's torso; something hot began to gush from the leader's side in an rapid flow. He didn't realize it the moment he'd dropped the Viking to the ground under his feet, a blade stood glinting under the moon's spray of light jutted from Aya's hip.
Schuldig suddenly emerged into Aya's gaze, he couldn't feel the hands that were shaking violently as they ran over his body; suddenly his friends..and his..new friends came into view. Why couldn't he hear them? What was wrong..? Schuldig why are you crying..? I'm on the ground..why? the moonlight splattered across the staunch flow of crimson pouring the leader. With a realization, it struck Aya..was he hurt? It came like a rush of released tension when the pain blossomed inside of the leader's body causing him to scream under the helping hands now doing their best to stop the bleeding. " Damn it! GOD DAMN IT! I'm going to kill that fucker! " it was Schuldig who'd shot up seconds later and rushed across the road; Aya had no idea where he was going then again nothing did matter when the solitude of darkness curtained the leader's consciousness.
Even though I try to go back edit the paragraphs, the thing doesn't fix them. So I can't help that the paragraphs un-indent themselves. At reviewer's request 3 I made the paragraphs at bit more easy to read.