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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,196
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
31
Schuldich was perched on the counter, legs primly crossed in an attempt at bathrobe decency, calmly kicking at the huddled corpse cluttering Aya’s kitchen when Weiss came storming in. he looked ten kinds of hung-over, more than a little strung out, and manic in a way that was making Aya twitchy, but he beamed a smile that almost managed friendly, and pointed back out the apartment. “If someone would be so kind, one poor ass tried to run. He didn’t make it down the fire escape. I expect he is dangling and inconveniently visible.”
Ken muttered something about thoughtless idiots.
Schuldich spread his legs.
Ken couldn’t get to clean up duty fast enough.
“Schuldich…” Aya snarled as Yohji tried to decide between scandalized and curious and Omi plastered a professional look in the middle of his blush and started checking out the corpse at Schuldich’s feet.
‘You stress your way, let me stress mine.’
Schuldich and stress seemed two incompatible entities at first. Aya blinked, loosened his glare to a frown, and took in the wired intensity Schuldich was trying to pass off as indolent nonchalance. Violence flashed in the whites of his eyes, there was a bit of desperation in the flash of teeth in his smile.
‘No one likes to wake up to thoughts of murder.’ Schuldich cocked his head to the side. ‘Let me clarify. I adore thoughts of murder first thing in the morning, provided I am on the plotting end.’
‘Yohji and Omi need that blood to think with. Kindly cross your legs or come down from there.’ Aya attempted to settle in some happy medium between the urge to stare at Schuldich himself, and the urge to pummel his teammates for possessing the audacity to do the same. “What happened?’
“I had a bad night. I was sleeping it off. These idiots were stupid enough to startle me awake.” Something very dark, and not very sane, whirled through Schuldich’s eyes.
Yohji envied Ken’s offsite broad daylight clean up. “So you, what, turned their brains inside out?”
“Exactly.”
“Damn.”
“Schuldich, did you happen to get any verification that they are...were…ours before you…” Omi waved a hand, searching for a polite description for what it was Schuldich did.
“No. wasn’t awake yet.”
Everyone paused long enough to grace Schuldich with matching incredulous stares.
Schuldich scratched at his arm in a rare bit of self-consciousness. “They knew who I was. That was enough for me.”
“It’s enough for me, but I don’t have any way to make it stick.” Omi chewed on his lower lip.
“Well, we could call the police and have them come pick up their nonexistent Kritiker black ops.” Yohji muttered.
“Better idea. We have Kritiker come retrieve the unknown assailants that broke into Aya’s apartment while he was away with obvious intent to kill.” Omi nudged the one visible weapon the corpse had clutched in his hand, for all the good the gun had done him. There was something rather smug in Omi’s expression as he dialed on Aya’s home phone, and did his best frazzled and worried act. He hung up after a suitably relieved ‘thank you’. “Schuldich, you might want to make yourself scarce. They are on their way, and probably looking for an excuse to either blame this all on you or shoot you on sight.”
“Since that worked so well last time.” Schuldich swung himself off the counter, casually flashing the room in the process. “Where the hell am I supposed to go? I’m not feeling well enough to play my usual hide and go fuck yourself.”
“You can crash at my place.”
Aya rounded on Yohji with a look he had usually reserved for members of Omi’s estranged family. “Kudoh…”
Yohji’s hands came up in the universal signal for ‘hoshitsosorry’ as he backpedaled a few steps.
Schuldich draped himself over Aya from behind, like some sort of placating afghan. “Why don’t you come with me?” Schuldich. The voice of reason. It was an unfamiliar enough concept that it managed to stun Aya out of his ire. That and Schuldich had managed to hitch his hips up against Aya’s ass in an unmistakably suggestive way. In front of Aya’s team mates. “I’m going to get dressed. Don’t kill anyone while I’m gone.”
“I’m going to help Ken.” Yohji declared in a fit of infinite wisdom.
“I’ll be out front waiting.” Omi murmured.
No one wanted to be around when Aya snapped out of shock and realized he was embarrassed.
That, and Omi was honestly trying to decide between scandalized and amused, and he really didn’t want to have to face Aya with either expression. He took the apartment key Yohji tossed his way and waited, both for the two inside to sort themselves out and the clean up crew to arrive. Omi’s mouth curled into something Schuldich would have recognized and appreciated. Bombay had some questions for the nice men, and they weren’t going to like it.
Ken muttered something about thoughtless idiots.
Schuldich spread his legs.
Ken couldn’t get to clean up duty fast enough.
“Schuldich…” Aya snarled as Yohji tried to decide between scandalized and curious and Omi plastered a professional look in the middle of his blush and started checking out the corpse at Schuldich’s feet.
‘You stress your way, let me stress mine.’
Schuldich and stress seemed two incompatible entities at first. Aya blinked, loosened his glare to a frown, and took in the wired intensity Schuldich was trying to pass off as indolent nonchalance. Violence flashed in the whites of his eyes, there was a bit of desperation in the flash of teeth in his smile.
‘No one likes to wake up to thoughts of murder.’ Schuldich cocked his head to the side. ‘Let me clarify. I adore thoughts of murder first thing in the morning, provided I am on the plotting end.’
‘Yohji and Omi need that blood to think with. Kindly cross your legs or come down from there.’ Aya attempted to settle in some happy medium between the urge to stare at Schuldich himself, and the urge to pummel his teammates for possessing the audacity to do the same. “What happened?’
“I had a bad night. I was sleeping it off. These idiots were stupid enough to startle me awake.” Something very dark, and not very sane, whirled through Schuldich’s eyes.
Yohji envied Ken’s offsite broad daylight clean up. “So you, what, turned their brains inside out?”
“Exactly.”
“Damn.”
“Schuldich, did you happen to get any verification that they are...were…ours before you…” Omi waved a hand, searching for a polite description for what it was Schuldich did.
“No. wasn’t awake yet.”
Everyone paused long enough to grace Schuldich with matching incredulous stares.
Schuldich scratched at his arm in a rare bit of self-consciousness. “They knew who I was. That was enough for me.”
“It’s enough for me, but I don’t have any way to make it stick.” Omi chewed on his lower lip.
“Well, we could call the police and have them come pick up their nonexistent Kritiker black ops.” Yohji muttered.
“Better idea. We have Kritiker come retrieve the unknown assailants that broke into Aya’s apartment while he was away with obvious intent to kill.” Omi nudged the one visible weapon the corpse had clutched in his hand, for all the good the gun had done him. There was something rather smug in Omi’s expression as he dialed on Aya’s home phone, and did his best frazzled and worried act. He hung up after a suitably relieved ‘thank you’. “Schuldich, you might want to make yourself scarce. They are on their way, and probably looking for an excuse to either blame this all on you or shoot you on sight.”
“Since that worked so well last time.” Schuldich swung himself off the counter, casually flashing the room in the process. “Where the hell am I supposed to go? I’m not feeling well enough to play my usual hide and go fuck yourself.”
“You can crash at my place.”
Aya rounded on Yohji with a look he had usually reserved for members of Omi’s estranged family. “Kudoh…”
Yohji’s hands came up in the universal signal for ‘hoshitsosorry’ as he backpedaled a few steps.
Schuldich draped himself over Aya from behind, like some sort of placating afghan. “Why don’t you come with me?” Schuldich. The voice of reason. It was an unfamiliar enough concept that it managed to stun Aya out of his ire. That and Schuldich had managed to hitch his hips up against Aya’s ass in an unmistakably suggestive way. In front of Aya’s team mates. “I’m going to get dressed. Don’t kill anyone while I’m gone.”
“I’m going to help Ken.” Yohji declared in a fit of infinite wisdom.
“I’ll be out front waiting.” Omi murmured.
No one wanted to be around when Aya snapped out of shock and realized he was embarrassed.
That, and Omi was honestly trying to decide between scandalized and amused, and he really didn’t want to have to face Aya with either expression. He took the apartment key Yohji tossed his way and waited, both for the two inside to sort themselves out and the clean up crew to arrive. Omi’s mouth curled into something Schuldich would have recognized and appreciated. Bombay had some questions for the nice men, and they weren’t going to like it.