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Insensitive	By : KDSarge Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Yes, I did change “girl” to “fool” in the
lyrics. For obvious (I would hope) reasons. They still don't belong
to me.

Thanks, Bly-Bly, for
beta and beneficence.

******

Dumb head, dumb
head,

I'm a stupid little
fool.

Just a dumb head,
dumb head...

Aya lifted an eyebrow,
Yohji nodded. One black-gloved finger. Two. Three. Yohji went
through the door, the redhead right behind him.

Two guns gone, third
shooting wide. Aya took the closer guards while Yohji dealt with the
last, and death passed on into the interior of the building, every
step in synch, every obstacle dealt with before it could even scream.
They made one hell of a team. Not that it mattered.

I had him where
I wanted him.

He was saying he'd
be mine,

and none could take
my place.

And I laughed in his
face.

“Manx-san, I feel
like celebrating,” Yohji said, slipping his arm around the
redhead. “Want to go find some fun?”

Frosty redhead #2
rolled her eyes—across the room frosty redhead #1 didn't react
at all, not that it mattered—then turned back to Omi.

“So. No
difficulties?”

“None.”

“So I get a
bonus, ne?” Yohji breathed in the fiery curls.

“Balinese, your
bonus is my not shooting you for that.”

Yohji sighed. “No
one appreciates the hand of a master.”

Well I've made
some goofs.

But this one tops
them all.

So I think I'll go
bang my head against the wall.

“Yohji-kun,
you're going out?” Omi asked. Ken looked over Yohji's “fuck
me now” outfit and chuckled that the boy had even asked.

“Can't deprive
the ladies of my company too many nights in a row!” Yohji
answered, setting his sunglasses on his nose. “Now don't wait
up, chibi!”

“Ano, Yohji-kun,
I made—“

The door closed on
whatever it was the happy homemaker had made. A late dinner,
probably. Yohji jumped into the Seven and raced the engine just to
make the garage throb, until the door popped open and Ken yelled.
Yohji tossed the brunette a salute and a grin and peeled out. In
reverse. Because he liked to show off. Not that there was anyone at
home to show off for.

Cause I'm a
dumb head, dumb head.

I'm a stupid little
fool.

Just a dumb head,
dumb head...

Now this was a
target-rich environment. Yohji tossed back two shots to get things
started, and leered at the first pretty girl to cross his path. She
ran her eyes over him and raised an eyebrow. Yohji raised his third
shot glass to her. She caught it before he brought it to his lips,
tossed it back herself, and raised the eyebrow again before turning
away. Yohji grinned and followed her to the dance floor. Only to
lose her when a flash of red whipped his head around. Idiot.

I had him where
I wanted him.

He was giving me his
heart and begging me to stay.

And I just walked
away.

“Whoa, baby!”
Yohji laughed and removed the hand. “Not so close, I hardly
know you!”

“I thought that
was the point,” the brunette pouted. She grinned as a
blue-haired boy pressed himself to her back. “Hungry for a
sandwich, hot stuff?”

“I want to know,”
the boy said, licking his lips, “if you're really a blonde.”

Friendly. That was
what he liked. Yohji smiled and pulled both to dance against him.

“Why don't we
find out?”

Well, now I'm
convinced,

that I must be
insane.

Or else I was born
with a peanut for a brain.

Not moving. Yohji was
not moving for a week. At least.

“Mmmm...”
Ayako hummed, lighting a cigarette before sticking it between Yohji's
lips. “Whattaya think, Sen? Should we keep him?”

Sen chuckled from the
floor. “I don't know. Is he house-trained?”

“He sure made a
mess of the bed,” Ayako grumbled, languidly tracing Yohji's
chest. “But maybe we could train him.”

“Now that,”
Sen said, sitting up, “sounds like fun.”

Time to leave. Go home
while he still wanted to. Not that he actually did.

Cause I'm a
dumb head, dumb head.

I'm a stupid little
fool.

Just a dumb head,
dumb head...

“I got it, Omi!”

“Mou, Yohji-kun!”
The boy regained his balance and glared at the blonde. “You
were supposed to be doing deliveries!”

“In a minute,
Omittchi.” Yohji pushed his best smile past the hangover.
“Are you sure you won't take a few more? Though no number of
flowers could hope to match your beauty.”

“Quite the
salesman, are we?” The woman tossed long black hair and looked
him over. “Maybe I will have a few more. Delivered?”

“Personally.”
Yohji snagged an order pad. “Now, what shall I bring you?”

I couldn't see the
forest through the trees.
The boy I love was down on his
knees,
And I played the game of acting like a
tease.
Somebody hit me please.

“All right,
Kudou, talk.” Manx crossed her arms and canted her hips, her
own special way of saying 'do what you're told or I'll shoot you.'
“What the hell are you doing?”

“Mou, Manx-san.”
Yohji lounged and pouted, two things he was very good at. “I'm
sitting and listening, as you asked.”

“You know what I
mean. What the hell is going on with you?”

“Why don't you
come find out?” Yohji asked, patting the couch next to him.
Like he had a chance. Like he cared. Frosty was just not his scene.

Cause I'm a dumb
head,
I'm a stupid little fool.
Just a dumb head,

Goofy little fool.

Too late to go out, too
early to go to bed. Yohji sat on his bed and drank and read. Well,
looked at the pictures.

A creak and a whisper
of cloth, someone in the hall. Aya, had to be. Omi was long since
asleep, and Ken made far more noise than that. Yohji shook his head
and refused to count steps. There was no way in hell the redhead was
coming to his door. Not that there was any reason he should.

No knock came, as he'd
expected. But another whisper of sound told him the swordsman was
going up to the dojo. Yohji downed his drink and pulled on a shirt
and went to the door. Then turned back. Pulled another bottle from
under his bed, and put a CD in. And found a better magazine. It
wasn't like Aya was going to talk to him.

Not that it mattered.

Just a dumb head.

Silly little fool.

Just a dumb head...

*****

“Dumb Head”
belongs to Ginny Arnell, not me.

Well? This one was not “inspired” like Insensitive, this
one hated me and didn't want written. And the darn song changed
twice. Was it worth the fight of writing it?
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