Heyla!
So...yeah. It's been forever, but really you should be used to it by now. *dodges flying fruit* So...*toes ground and goes chibi* don't hate me, k? I updated! I would give you a beautiful excuse, rife with drama and that would make you all forgive me, but I opt for the truth. I'm lazy. Then I moved twice in one month. Then my computer began to hate me. The update's a short one, but hopefully I can slam out some sort of update after this one. *crosses fingers*
Remember: Whisper loves you!
DISCLAIMER: Whisper is not responsible for anything. If you have problems, blame them on Takehito.
WARNING: Nothing that bad in this little chapter, but if you're anti-shonen-ai...well, I'm really impressed you made it to Chapter 10.
The Koneko Wars
Chapter 10: Fortune Shining Down
By: Whisper
"Nagi, you and Omi will have to leave the house." Crawford swiveled in his office chair as the telekinetic passed by the workroom door.
"Why?" Nagi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. It was a rare occasion that he and Omi were able to meet here and he had planned everything; a few new video games, a nice dinner, and some rented movies. Everything would be perfect and, as usual, Crawford was ruining it.
"I've told you several times that there is to be no copulating in this house, you'll have to go to Omi's house, it will be empty this evening." Crawford turned back around and continued typing up his report for the week, which now served more as a personal journal than an actual business document.
I have foreseen that Schuldich will continue to cause problems between Abyssinian, Balinese, and Siberian. Were we still working against Weiß I would encourage him to continue down his current path, however now that that is no longer the case I find it difficult to restrain myself from....
"Woohoo!"
Crawford stopped typing and turned back around to see Nagi still standing in his doorway, his eyes alight with joy. "Don't you have something to be doing?" Crawford sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as a vision came to him. "Nagi, hold on a moment." The American reached into his top desk drawer removing something and throwing it at Nagi, who used his powers to catch it before it flew into his forehead. "Kudou and Fujimiya have exhausted Weiß' supply."
"Thanks, I think." Nagi looked at the tube of lubricant in his hands and another grin broke out over his face. After the better part of a month Omi was finally going to put out. Before Nagi left he cast another look over to Crawford, who had resumed his typing. The American wasn't a bad man though Nagi thought he ought to get out more.
"And tell Kudou to wait at least a week before helping Schuldich."
*****
You disappoint me, Ran, you've been going out with Ken for at least a week and you've only screwed him once. What kind of boyfriend are you?
Ran stiffened as a nasal voice filled his head while he watched Ken on the field. What do you want Schwarz? Ran looked around for the German, his muscles tensing as he prepared for an attack.
I'm not even on the same level idiot. Estet is gone and Taketori's dead, when are you going to get over it and play nice like all the other kittens? Ken plays real nice, doesn't he? He's going to leave you if you don't treat him better, just so you know. Down on the playing field Schuldich strolled out of the locker room exit and waved up at Ran. See, nowhere near you.
Don't touch Ken or I'll gut you with my bare hands. Ran watched as Schuldich advanced toward Ken on the field, holding a bowl of ramen and chopsticks in his hands.
"Sir, you can't come onto the field!" a guard barked out, running toward the flame-haired assassin.
"Just bringing Ken his snack," Schuldich replied, otherwise ignoring the man who had pulled out his gun and was taking aim, though as he tried to pull the trigger he found his finger wouldn't respond. Schuldich snorted and continued on, waving at Ken.
"You could've set it on the bench," Ken grumbled, one eye on Schuldich and the other on his fuming coach...
"You're hungry now. These fools can wait while you eat up and get your strength back. Can't go dancing tonight if you're passed out from hunger." Schuldich cast another look up to where Ran stood, still hidden in the stands. Look Ran, aren't I a great friend, bringing him lunch so he won't starve. Have to look after his health, wouldn't want him passing out on the field, I'd be forced to give him mouth to mouth.
"Schu, leave Ran alone." Ken said around a mouthful of ramen.
"Ran's here?" Schuldich asked innocently, his eyes wide as he pretended to look around for the redhead.
"You're the one who pointed him out to me earlier Schuldich."
"He doesn't fuck you enough," Schuldich snapped back, startling the men who had come up to get some water near the sideline cooler.
Could we not talk about this here? Ken pleaded as he continued to inhale his food.
But I think here is just the place, don't you? You said your team was like a family to you, who better to help you with your problem? Schuldich looked over to Koshi and winked before slinging an arm around Ken's waist. Koshi over there would gladly help you out.
Schuldich, keep your hands to yourself and stop pissing Ran off. Ken spun around and handed his empty bowl to Schuldich with a frown. In the corner of his eye he could see Koshi slowly approaching.
"Hey Schuldich, how are things?" Koshi's tone implied a sense of camaraderie with the German that was, perhaps, the farthest thing from the truth. If there was one person on the earth that the soccer player hated, it was the cocky redhead that so casually took advantage of his Ken.
"Not bad, considering. Just came to give Kenken here his lunch," Schuldich put his arm back around Ken's waist. "Have to make sure he's taken care of, has all his needs met."
Schuldich are you trying to start a fight? Ken asked, moving away from the two and toward his duffel bag- he'd had enough of this for one day.
He's a possessive little rat, it's fun to rile him up. Where do you think you're going? Schuldich continued to smirk at Koshi, distracting him from Ken's retreat. Want me to tell Ran to meet you in the showers? You promised Yohji you'd go with him to the club tonight, best to get your carnal urges out before you get out of control in a public place, eh?
Someone ought to castrate you. Ken gave a few parting words to Coach Hamashiro, who seemed to understand Ken's desire to be out of the stadium as soon as possible, given that a banner-waving contingent of Ken's fans had just commandeered section A. So I take it I'll see you at the Onyx Room tonight?
Wouldn't miss it for the world. As Ken left, Schuldich continued to distract Koshi by sending him random images of Ken, most of them filtered from Ran's memories.
*****
Ran frowned as the bartender leered at him, pushing some nameless concoction forward and winking. "For the prettiest guy in the joint," the man with the bright green hair commented as he waited for Ran to imbibe what would no doubt "loosen him up." The redhead looked at the toxic yellow beverage and snorted before standing up to find Ken in the throng of writhing bodies that was the dancefloor. Schuldich had popped up not ten seconds after their arrival, poured a drink down the brunette's throat, shoved some illegally young thing in leather into Yohji's arms, and dragged Ken out to dance while instructing Ran to sit at the bar and relax. If getting hit on by some skank of a bartender was Schuldich's idea of relaxing then Ran would rather stay tense, thank you.
Out on the dance floor, Schuldich was adeptly 'discouraging' anyone from groping Ken by conveniently 'redirecting' their attention to himself. If Ken was too hung up in his precious modesty to enjoy a good grope, Schu would gladly take both their shares and describe the experience to Ken at a later time. In full detail. With sensory images in mental surround sound.
After all, what was a friend for?
Hey KenKen, doesn't Yohji look nice tonight? Schuldich commented, pulling the brunette closer and smirking at said blonde over his shoulder. You should go over and dance with him. You are here to hang out with him tonight.
I don't think Ran would appreciate that, Ken sighed, his hold getting tighter on his old friend as they danced to a slow song. With another long release of breath Ken set his head on Schuldich's shoulder. What the hell's going on Schu? Out of the blue Ran pounces me and after one random screw he thinks we're dating. I don't think I ever mentioned wanting something as permanent as what seems to be going on. It wasn't that Ken didn't like Ran, he was actually pretty fond of him, but when your life could come to it's close at any moment, Ken thought it silly to tie yourself down to one person. A life without variety wasn't the sort of life Ken wanted...ever.
You could try talking to him. Schuldich pulled away from Ken and looked into troubled cocoa eyes. Schuldich knew his friend's tendencies, which ran along the lines of week or month long engagements then moving onto the next new thing. People just couldn't keep Ken's interest for very long. The athlete like new, exciting things and Ran wanted Ken on a more 'til death do us part' basis. Ken was much more 'before death do us part.'
And what exactly would I say? "Hey Ran, you're suffocating me, back off?" Ken's eyes wandered and found Yohji scowling at Schuldich. What are you doing?
Encouraging him to steal you away and ravish you. Schuldich turned a slutty smile to Ken before shoving him toward the blonde who was currently standing still in a state of shock. Schuldich had actually just joined Yohji in the mental link while Ken was ranting on about his problems with Ran, hoping it would incite the blonde into making a move.
"Um...hey," Yohji said, catching Ken before he fell and they both went crumbling to the ground.
"Whatever he said please disregard it, he's insane." Ken turned to snarl at Schuldich but found the redhead had vanished.
"Dance?" As Yohji held Ken close he processed the information he had received thanks to Schuldich. Ken didn't like to be tied down. Fine, he'd settle for what he could get. Now all he had to do was convince Ken that he'd rather not be with Ran. Yohji grinned to himself, a new plan forming in his head.
AN: So that's it for right now. Short, I know, but it was something, wasn't it? You don't hate me, do you?