Chapter 4

"I can see that everything is going according to plan?"

"Yes, not a thing is amiss, and none of them have any clues to link them to us."

"Good, let's keep it that way."

"Yes, sir. As you wish."

Crawford awoke at the crack of dawn as he usually did. Performing his normal tasks before the rest of Schwarz woke. A sudden jolt to his senses had him clinging to the wall. Glimpses of pictures burning into his brain swept past his eyes.

Pale flesh, crimson hair, two sets of eyes; one lavender, the other green. Blood. Hot, sticky, blood making unusual patterns on the floor and walls. The pungent scent of sweat and sex filled his nostrils. Cries of pain and pleasure rang in his ears.

The vision ended with a rough jolt as it had began. Regaining composure, the American attempted to make sense of the vision. Normally they came with a clear view or message as to its meaning. This one did not do that. One thing he did know for certain was, Abyssinian and Scorpion cannot cross paths.

"Something is not right about that necromancer," Farfarello said in an ominously low voice.

"What are you babbling about now?" Nagi asked from his seat at the computer in the Schwarz mission room.

"He's all bent up over the boy looking like Abyssinian," Scheldich said, from behind the telekinetic.

"Hai, the resemblance is uncanny and hardly deniable, but Abyssinian and Traxx Scorpion are two different people, Farfarello," the brunette said as he continued searching the web.

"I still feel that there's something wrong, something he won't tell us," the Irishman said as he walked out of the room.

"He's going to do something stupid now, isn't he?" Nagi asked the German.

"I don't know." The orange haired man sighed.

They don't believe me. They never believe me. It's always Nagi this and Scheldich that. Crawford said this and that. Never do they believe that Farfarello said this so this might happen. Those stupid fools. Those mindless idiots. Something is not right with that necromancer. God has sent him to end us, and I can feel it. Yet, these fools who are supposed to be my teammates, these people who claim to be my friends, do not believe me. I know when God moves against me, and I can feel him dancing a storm above my head. I can feel it.

"I can feel it, God. I know what you're trying to do. You're going to punish us for sinning so much against you," the silver haired man chuckled. Try it. And we'll see how much they can stand the wrath of God. You're so tough, aren't you? But I know what you're up to…

Rolling over, Ken glanced at his clock. Three thirty? Shit, he was late. Then he noticed that he was in bed. When did I get here? I don't remember even getting out of Aya's car- He thought for a moment. Did Aya bring him up here and put him in his bed. He must have. All of my stuff is kicked around on the floor. He chuckled to himself.

Pushing himself off of the bed he headed down to the shoppe where he was sure everyone else would be. To his surprise, only Aya was there. "Where's everyone else?" Ken asked.

Amethyst eyes turned to him. "They're in bed. I told them to go to sleep and I would handle the shop today."

"Oh," Ken said, nodding. That was nice of him. Maybe his mood is changing a little.

"Are you going to help out, or just stand there?"

Maybe not.

"Yeah," Ken said as he grabbed his apron and put it on. He and Aya completed the daily tasks without any interruptions. Ken wondered why the girls hadn't shown up, then he looked at the door. On the front door was a sign that read, Closed for Cleaning. Aya had closed the shoppe for the day and had spent all day fixing things up and cleaning for everybody so that they could get some sleep. Aya could be really cool when he wanted to be.

The red haired man was cleaning the glass of the big front windows when he noticed Ken was working away on the potted Daisies. He was surprised that Ken had worked so hard today. Aya had already finished up most of the shoppe's cleaning, so there wasn't really much for Ken to do. The brunette had started to work on flower arrangements for the next day. Ken could be pretty smart when he wanted to be.

Ken wasn't always clumsy, either, Aya noticed. He worked really hard on the flowers he was working on, and they looked beautiful. "Ken, can you finish up? I have to be somewhere." Aya asked.

He saw the brunette jump a little at the sudden sound of Aya's voice. Caribbean eyes met Amethyst ones as the brunette smiled and said, "Yeah."

Aya nodded and hung his apron up before heading towards the back door. "Hey, Ken?"

"Yeah?" the brunette said without looking back.

"Arigato gozaimasu." With that said, Aya fled out the back door and into his car. He drove to where he always went. The Magic School Bus Hospital.

The nurses greeted him, as usual, and he nodded in return. Taking the elevator he rode up to the fourth floor of the hospital. Entering a room on the far right, he sat down on a stool and stared at the sleeping form.

The girl laying there had been laying there for two years. She hadn't aged. She was the same as he remembered her. The accident hadn't caused any permanent scaring either. He wished that she would wake up so he could stop what he was doing, stop being so cold, and be happy again.

"Aya," he said her name softly. "I think I know someone I want to care about, but I don't know how. I wish you could tell me, you cared so much for everyone."

A/N: gomen ne for the short chappy, but I don't have a lot of time right now….So next update will be a longer one, I promise.