Strange Times | By : fireun Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 3711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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While one big happy family Weiss was not, but the addition of moody, mad Schuldich managed to destroy every hopeful little spark of that ambiance that might have considered coming into being. A lofty seraph of affront and disdain, Schuldich ignored the space left for him on the couch and settled with standing slightly apart, leaning against the wall and being very interested in examining his hair for untidy split ends. The tangible snap and seethe of Schuldich’s temper added to the already daunting tension of the room.
Aya took the place on the couch, pointedly ignoring the raised eyebrows it gained him. Part of him knew he had just made another unhealthy decision, but he didn’t want to base all of his actions on the wants and needs of Schuldich. It was a poor decision, settling himself amidst his fellows, leaving Schuldich outside of perceived camaraderie, a loose element outside of group stability. Part of him knew it, and had sat in a spiteful counterattack. Schuldich had made the decision to engage in a temper tantrum over by the wall.
Part of Aya knew he was acting like a hormonal teen intent on disobeying merely on principle, but he had made his move. It would be interesting in a battle field sort of way, seeing how Schuldich would react.
Once Schuldich allowed himself to react.
The superfluous tension in the room vanished with a snap that should have been audible as Schuldich’s eyes narrowed. Such a small reaction for such a large transgression on Aya’s part.
Part of him was still reeling from Schuldich’s unwelcome admission and was engaged in a purely defensive attempt to drive the man away before he had to make a similar move.
Ken scratched at his shoulder, mentally flipping through a list of nice, safe inane topics to break the silence with. He got as far as opening his mouth to say “hey…” before Yohji got fed up with the antics of his teammates.
“Alright, kids. That’s enough. Either kiss and make up or at least pretend to tolerate each other long enough to get us through this fun little debriefing.” Yohji met Aya’s glare and the frosty look Schuldich tossed down his nose with pursed lips and a decided lack of patience. “Stab or shoot me later. I don’t care. But I could be in bed right now. Since I am not, I’d like to get the work done so I can get there sometime soon. So. Schuldich, you have something for this little round of show and tell?”
Schuldich examined a nail. “Someone interrupted me before I found the right brain to pick.”
“Aya?”
“There is a matter of conflicting factions in Kritiker…”
“Oh? Really? I wouldn’t have known!” Eye dancing with laughter and malice, Schuldich allowed Aya’s disgusted look to silence him.
“The factions themselves aren’t aimed at Weiss, or its new addition. It is a planned attack against Persia himself. There are some who oppose the organization being so much a…family business. Their goal is to have the current Persia discredited or destroyed. Weiss just happens to be a convenient target, as the unit is perceived as Persia’s greatest weakness. We are currently unsure as to the extent of the factions, or who is heading each splinter group, but Persia has a couple of leads he is working on.”
A spider skitter of telepathy across his mind informed Aya he had Schuldich’s attention. It was a cold, professional interest, a bodyguard taking careful note of potential danger in regard to his client, a safe interest.
“Housecleaning. How fun. I’m in.” Yohji stood and stretched.
"Well, it’s not the least amount of information we have had to run with. I’m in.” Ken stood, obviously rather interested in getting out while the mood was relatively safe.
“No one touches my things.” Schuldich pushed away from the wall and made his way back to the bedroom.
“Careful with him, Aya. I don’t like his eyes…”
“Yohji…”
“What? It’s not like he can’t hear me thinking it. I might as well say it” Yohji shrugged. “Seriously though. There’s some wiring off up there today. Not that it’s ever been that stable, but I…I don’t think I trust him right now.”
“I have a couch…” Ken offered with a slight smile.
“He won’t hurt me. At least not worse than I can handle.” Aya smiled grimly. “He is Mastermind, after all. A little malice is perfectly normal”
“If you change your mind…”
Aya nodded at Ken. “I’ll call.”
After he had let his teammates out, Aya took a deep breath and started back across the apartment. Uncomfortable the situation might be at present, but damn if he was going to let the bastard scare him out of his own bedroom.
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