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Missing Pieces	By : SylverIce2 Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The first
morning that Brianna woke up alone with no job to go to was the strangest
moment she’d had since she moved to Tokyo.
She was alone in the big bed, rumpled bedcovers and indented pillows the
only sign that Aya and Yohji had been with her. She stumbled out to find a shower, feeling slightly lazy that
she’d slept in as late as she had.

Dressed in
jeans and an old t-shirt, she brought her coffee mug down to the flower shop
with her, a part of her feeling a little empty at being alone for the first
time in weeks. Yohji pounced on her as
soon as she entered, however, his warm embrace and enthusiastic kiss making her
feel both wanted and missed. “Sleeping
beauty finally awakens.” He kissed her
again, ignoring the few customers that were milling about.

“You should
have woken me.” She slid her arm around
his waist as he drew her towards the table, careful not spill the hot coffee.

“You didn’t
have anywhere to be.” Aya’s voice was
sharp, but not unkind, and she smiled at him as he strode towards her from the
outside, watering can in one hand. “You
needed the rest.”

Frowning
slightly, Brianna opened her mouth to protest.
Aya leveled a glare at her, and she shut her mouth, pouting. Yohji’s laughter rumbled through her as he
pushed her gently into a chair. “Ayan’s
right. You deserve a little
vacation. Sarisho’s company is going to
be shutdown for a long time, until the investigations are concluded.”

“Which
means that I need to find a job.” She
grimaced as she burned her lip on the first sip of coffee. Blowing on the hot liquid, she glanced up to
see identical looks of exasperated frustration on the men. “What?”

“You don’t
need a job immediately.” Aya’s glare
came back in full force, and he set the watering can down so that he could
cross his arms and loom over her.

“I should
be doing something. I mean, I can’t
just…it’s not….” Her words faltered and
faded away as she saw Yohji begin to glare at her for the first time.

“Jo-chan,
the only thing you should be doing is what you want to be doing. What do you want to do?”

A customer
hailed them, and Yohji turned away to help.
Aya hesitated a moment, but then a new wave of patrons descended, and he
was forced to go to the cash register.
Brianna sipped at her slowly cooling coffee, considering their words.

What do
I want to do? That’s easy. I want to be an artist. I want people to see my art in galleries and
pay me lots of money for the privilege of taking it home. Finishing her coffee, she set the mug down,
sighing.

A chuckle
interrupted her thoughts. “So you’re
the one.” The words were spoken right
into her ear, and she jumped, twisting around to see who was standing behind
her. The tall red-haired man was easily
recognizable as the one she’d drawn the night before.

“Schuldich?”

Surprise
flashed in his eyes, and then humor replaced it. “Power, I see. Didn’t
expect that.” He pulled up a chair
beside her, dropping into it with lazy grace.
“You have an interesting mind, little girl.”

“Is that a
good thing?” Fingers tightened on her
mug, her eyes darting to see where Yohji and Aya were.

“I suppose
so. Fujimiya is still at the cash
register, and Yotan is near the front.”
His emerald eyes never wavered from her face. “I didn’t think they’d find anyone like you.”

“How – who
– “

Schuldich’s
smiled twisted into a smirk as he leaned closer. “In the dark, eh, little girl?
I’m a telepath. Of course I know
where they are. I’ve had a lot of
practice finding their minds. They’re
interesting as well. I don’t suppose
you’d like to discuss just why you were thinking about me so hard last night?”

Shaking her
head, she hunched her shoulders a little, pulling away from him. He snorted, but sat back in the chair. “Relax.
I’m out of that business now.
You don’t have anything to fear from me.”

“Of course
she doesn’t. Because we’ll kill you if
you so much as touch her.” Yohji’s hand
landed on her shoulder, a comforting weight as he pulled a third chair over to
sit close to her. “What are you doing
here?”

“Ask
her. She’s the one who called to
me.” A graceful wave of the German’s
hand made Brianna’s eyes widen.

“Me? I didn’t call you. I don’t even know you.”

“You know
my name. You know my face. Little Miss Artist, who sees so much that
should be hidden.” The words were
sharp, though unthreatening. “Little
girl dabbling in things much too big for her to understand.”

“Schuldich.” Aya sat down in the final chair, his eyes
cold. The customers had cleared away,
leaving them alone in the flower shop.
“What do you want?”

“Answers. I’ve gotten most of them.” He licked his lips. “Her mind tastes of honeysuckle and vanilla,
and allows me the clearest thoughts.
I’m surprised, Yotan, I would have thought you’d have had more of her by
now.”

“Don’t call
me that.” Yohji’s voice was tight with
anger, but the German simply smiled.

“My
apologies. Would you prefer me to call
you something more intimate, perhaps?”

“Damnit,
Schu, stop playing games. I thought you
were out of the business?” Yohji
slammed a hand down on the table, making Brianna flinch.

Laughter
poured out of the other man. “Oh, I
am. But it’s habit, playing with you
kitties. I’ll offer another apology, a
sincere one this time.” He glanced at
Brianna, who still looked a little shaken.
“Nothing should put a look like that in a girl’s eyes.”

“That isn’t
what you used to think.” The ice in
Aya’s voice was matched by the ice in his eyes.

“That was
before…before….” Schuldich shrugged one
shoulder negligently. “People change,
Fujimiya. Isn’t that right?” Standing, he adjusted the cloth of his
jacket. “I’ve got my answers now, so
I’ll be on my way.” Stooping to look
into Brianna’s eyes, he whispered, “but you can call me any time, little girl,
and we’ll see how many other interesting things I can find in your sweet
mind.” He turned to leave, but Brianna
reached out and caught his sleeve.

“May I draw
you?” Her voice shook slightly, but
became stronger when he didn’t say anything.
“I want to draw you.”

“I’ll think
about it.” He twitched his sleeve out
of her grasp and left, hearing her faint ‘thank you’ only in his mind.

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