Strange Times
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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,217
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.
38
“Hello, boss.”
Omi regarded the phone with mournful bemusement. Life would have been so much easier had Aya called. Aya he knew how to deal with, how to handle. This was someone and something completely out of the range of easy experience. “Good evening, Schuldich. What can I do for you?”
“Remarkable, now you decide to ask.”
A handful of snappy retorts mingled thoughtfully between Omi’s pursed lips, but he refrained from reacting to Schuldich’s almost lazy baiting. None of them would make the conversation any quicker or easier.
“You deserved that, you know.” Schuldich broke Omi’s pointed silence with a bland, talking about the weather sort of tone. “I’m not some sort of new toy you get to try out.”
“I did what was best for Weiss.”
“Ah yes, take a key player out of an established group dynamic without even a hint. Wonderful planning. Hell, even most suicide kids leave a note letting everyone know where they have gotten to, what they have gotten into. And most of them are crazy.”
“Did you have something to say, Schuldich? I have things I should be doing.”
“Ah yes, pencils to sharpen, a new office to masturbate in. make sure you’re facing the cameras. Give the poor sod on surveillance a show.”
“I’ll take that as a no…”
“Listen to me, Persia. I am not a toy. I am not a tool. So don’t start making notes in your little black book just yet. I am here for one reason, so leave me out of your martyr complex. I am not Weiss.”
Omi sat with the phone to his ear, a thoughtful look on his face, long after Schuldich had hung up. “No. you aren’t.” But, if Aya could consistently get to the man beneath the mayhem… “In the future, you just might be.”
It was a tense gamble, with the inner workings of Kritiker waiting fanatically for the chance to proclaim Schuldich too dangerous, too much of a risk. But, if it worked…
_____________
Schuldich wandered back into the apartment with a smile on his face, which was Aya’s usual hint that the telepath had done something he wouldn’t approve of. The small grocery bag in Schuldich’s hand provided a convenient alibi, but Aya was hard pressed to believe Schuldich had gained that bounce in his step shopping for cup of noodle.
“You don’t like cup noodles.” Aya pointed out as Schuldich dumped a bagful onto the kitchen table directly in front of him.
“No, but you do. Even the ones with the little dried shrimp in them.” A dramatic stage shudder evolved into a distraction tactic involving a lot of hip swaying as Schuldich went foraging through the fridge in search of something caffeinated or alcoholic. “Quick stops at the corner store aren’t going to correct this bit of culinary desolation.”
“It isn’t working. Where were you?”
“I know it isn’t working. I was at the corner store. They have a payphone.”
“You couldn’t use the apartment phone…why?”
“Then you would know I pulled the phone number Persia called and left you while I was in the shower out of your brain to use for my own nefarious purposes.”
“Schuldich.”
“Don’t worry. I just needed to talk to the kid, and I was right in assuming you wouldn’t like the idea.” Schuldich closed the fridge with a sigh. “Let’s head back to Yohji’s place. He had beer. I am nice and settled. You can parade around the safe telepath so Ken will stop pissing himself when he sees me. We could play cards or something, though I should let you know I cheat.”
Aya frowned.
“If I have to be celibate for the evening, I’m not sitting around here with no junk food and no vice. Anyway, didn’t you want to have some sort of family meeting?”
“I didn’t say you had to be celibate, I just…”
“You want sex. I want to fuck. We are both stubborn; thusly neither of us is getting what we want this evening.” Schuldich shrugged. “Come out with me, or sit here and do needlework or something, I don’t care. I just want to do something.”
Aya didn’t feel like cleaning up after Schuldich. It had been a long day. This left him with no option. “Let me call Yohji.”
“Calling first.” Schuldich shook his head with a grin. “You must keep an etiquette manual around here somewhere. Maybe under the bed where all normal people keep their porn.”
“And I don’t do needlework.”
“With hands like yours, you really should.” Schuldich’s grin slipped towards suggestive.
Aya turned his full attention to the simple task of dialing before Schuldich could goad him into something that would most definitely keep them in for the evening.
Omi regarded the phone with mournful bemusement. Life would have been so much easier had Aya called. Aya he knew how to deal with, how to handle. This was someone and something completely out of the range of easy experience. “Good evening, Schuldich. What can I do for you?”
“Remarkable, now you decide to ask.”
A handful of snappy retorts mingled thoughtfully between Omi’s pursed lips, but he refrained from reacting to Schuldich’s almost lazy baiting. None of them would make the conversation any quicker or easier.
“You deserved that, you know.” Schuldich broke Omi’s pointed silence with a bland, talking about the weather sort of tone. “I’m not some sort of new toy you get to try out.”
“I did what was best for Weiss.”
“Ah yes, take a key player out of an established group dynamic without even a hint. Wonderful planning. Hell, even most suicide kids leave a note letting everyone know where they have gotten to, what they have gotten into. And most of them are crazy.”
“Did you have something to say, Schuldich? I have things I should be doing.”
“Ah yes, pencils to sharpen, a new office to masturbate in. make sure you’re facing the cameras. Give the poor sod on surveillance a show.”
“I’ll take that as a no…”
“Listen to me, Persia. I am not a toy. I am not a tool. So don’t start making notes in your little black book just yet. I am here for one reason, so leave me out of your martyr complex. I am not Weiss.”
Omi sat with the phone to his ear, a thoughtful look on his face, long after Schuldich had hung up. “No. you aren’t.” But, if Aya could consistently get to the man beneath the mayhem… “In the future, you just might be.”
It was a tense gamble, with the inner workings of Kritiker waiting fanatically for the chance to proclaim Schuldich too dangerous, too much of a risk. But, if it worked…
_____________
Schuldich wandered back into the apartment with a smile on his face, which was Aya’s usual hint that the telepath had done something he wouldn’t approve of. The small grocery bag in Schuldich’s hand provided a convenient alibi, but Aya was hard pressed to believe Schuldich had gained that bounce in his step shopping for cup of noodle.
“You don’t like cup noodles.” Aya pointed out as Schuldich dumped a bagful onto the kitchen table directly in front of him.
“No, but you do. Even the ones with the little dried shrimp in them.” A dramatic stage shudder evolved into a distraction tactic involving a lot of hip swaying as Schuldich went foraging through the fridge in search of something caffeinated or alcoholic. “Quick stops at the corner store aren’t going to correct this bit of culinary desolation.”
“It isn’t working. Where were you?”
“I know it isn’t working. I was at the corner store. They have a payphone.”
“You couldn’t use the apartment phone…why?”
“Then you would know I pulled the phone number Persia called and left you while I was in the shower out of your brain to use for my own nefarious purposes.”
“Schuldich.”
“Don’t worry. I just needed to talk to the kid, and I was right in assuming you wouldn’t like the idea.” Schuldich closed the fridge with a sigh. “Let’s head back to Yohji’s place. He had beer. I am nice and settled. You can parade around the safe telepath so Ken will stop pissing himself when he sees me. We could play cards or something, though I should let you know I cheat.”
Aya frowned.
“If I have to be celibate for the evening, I’m not sitting around here with no junk food and no vice. Anyway, didn’t you want to have some sort of family meeting?”
“I didn’t say you had to be celibate, I just…”
“You want sex. I want to fuck. We are both stubborn; thusly neither of us is getting what we want this evening.” Schuldich shrugged. “Come out with me, or sit here and do needlework or something, I don’t care. I just want to do something.”
Aya didn’t feel like cleaning up after Schuldich. It had been a long day. This left him with no option. “Let me call Yohji.”
“Calling first.” Schuldich shook his head with a grin. “You must keep an etiquette manual around here somewhere. Maybe under the bed where all normal people keep their porn.”
“And I don’t do needlework.”
“With hands like yours, you really should.” Schuldich’s grin slipped towards suggestive.
Aya turned his full attention to the simple task of dialing before Schuldich could goad him into something that would most definitely keep them in for the evening.