Strange Times
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,094
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.
9
Aya rubbed at his temples for what had to be the seventh time in the past half hour, and frowned. It was a viciously insistent headache, and it was making listening to Omi plan and Yohji bitch and Ken argue much more than he wanted to deal with.
“Well?”
Aya blinked, suddenly aware he had three sets of concerned eyes fixed on him. hell, if he had known a headache would unite the team, even for a second, he would have bashed his head into a wall earlier. “Excuse me?” Although, it was embarrassing to realize he had just missed the better part of the past five minutes. Embarrassing led to irritable and standoffish. It was getting close to time to leave.
“Are you feelin’ alright?” Yohji’s eyes were narrowed and thoughtful. Aya did not want to be the object of that intelligent scrutiny. Yohji had a way of making him admit things he really didn’t want to. And he definitely didn’t want to be tricked and cornered into admitting he had a former enemy camping out in his living room. Any second now Omi would start with the wide eyed, innocent concern, and then it would be all over.
“Headache.” Aya stood. He wanted to go suffer alone at home with a cup of tea. “I’ll check in later.”
“Sure, Aya. Feel better.” Omi was the epitome of polite concern. “If you need anything, please call.”
Too bad Aya knew him so well. The wheels in the kids head must be turning at a terrifying speed, trying to sort out what was going on. It was almost sad, that none of them could accept a simple headache, expecting a tangled series of cover-ups and hidden circumstance. Aya knew he wouldn’t be able to take his own excuse at face value. Aya nodded at Omi, pretended not to notice the considering look on Omi’s face, turned, and left.
It bothered him that his back twitched until he was out of the café, out of sight.
It also bothered him that he opened his apartment and was greeted by the smell of brewing tea. His favorite, chipped and battered tea mug sat on the table, in front of his chair, steaming slightly. A spoon sat off to one side, atop a napkin that was folded in a distressingly domestic fashion.
Schuldich stood in the kitchen, motionless as a pointer on a scent, staring intently at Aya. There was a light in those eyes that made Aya want to back up and leave as fast as possible. Unfortunately he was not in the habit of listening to his sense of self preservation. Hands twitching, wanting the comforting weight of the sword tucked under his bed, Aya approached the table, his eyes never leaving Schuldich. There was an odd tension in the air, and Aya wasn’t sure it would lead to violence, but he wanted to be ready.
All that tension apparently over a cup of tea.
Aya didn’t sit, but he reached, listed the mug, and sipped. “Thank you.”
Schuldich seemed to deflate a bit, the almost fevered light slipped out of his eyes. Far from settled, the telepaths hands worried at anything within reach; a napkin, a fork, his hair. “You wanted tea.”
“Yes.” It wasn’t worth asking how Schuldich knew, though it might explain why his brain felt like it was trying to evacuate through his eyes.
“So I made some.”
“Thank you.”
Just when he almost got used to the neurotic normalcy that was Schuldich, the bastard had to go and remind him how uncanny he was. Aya had enough time to blink, and then flinch as Schuldich rubbed up against him like some large, attention starved cat.
He hadn’t even seen the man move.
“The hell is wrong with you?”
Schuldich pulled away, his expression frustrated for a second before it smoothed into petulant amusement. “I missed you.”
Schuldich actually batted his eyelashes.
Fascinatingly long as they were, Aya refused to let them snag his attention. There was a slight quiver to the other man’s taunting poise, a manic edge that Aya was not at all comfortable with. “Back off.”
Schuldich snarled, but complied, reaching to snag a battered pack of cigarettes off the counter before letting himself out of the apartment, slamming the door.
Aya set down his tea, pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down. Schuldich had actually looked…upset.
Maybe he should have stayed in the café. His teammates at least made some sense.
“Well?”
Aya blinked, suddenly aware he had three sets of concerned eyes fixed on him. hell, if he had known a headache would unite the team, even for a second, he would have bashed his head into a wall earlier. “Excuse me?” Although, it was embarrassing to realize he had just missed the better part of the past five minutes. Embarrassing led to irritable and standoffish. It was getting close to time to leave.
“Are you feelin’ alright?” Yohji’s eyes were narrowed and thoughtful. Aya did not want to be the object of that intelligent scrutiny. Yohji had a way of making him admit things he really didn’t want to. And he definitely didn’t want to be tricked and cornered into admitting he had a former enemy camping out in his living room. Any second now Omi would start with the wide eyed, innocent concern, and then it would be all over.
“Headache.” Aya stood. He wanted to go suffer alone at home with a cup of tea. “I’ll check in later.”
“Sure, Aya. Feel better.” Omi was the epitome of polite concern. “If you need anything, please call.”
Too bad Aya knew him so well. The wheels in the kids head must be turning at a terrifying speed, trying to sort out what was going on. It was almost sad, that none of them could accept a simple headache, expecting a tangled series of cover-ups and hidden circumstance. Aya knew he wouldn’t be able to take his own excuse at face value. Aya nodded at Omi, pretended not to notice the considering look on Omi’s face, turned, and left.
It bothered him that his back twitched until he was out of the café, out of sight.
It also bothered him that he opened his apartment and was greeted by the smell of brewing tea. His favorite, chipped and battered tea mug sat on the table, in front of his chair, steaming slightly. A spoon sat off to one side, atop a napkin that was folded in a distressingly domestic fashion.
Schuldich stood in the kitchen, motionless as a pointer on a scent, staring intently at Aya. There was a light in those eyes that made Aya want to back up and leave as fast as possible. Unfortunately he was not in the habit of listening to his sense of self preservation. Hands twitching, wanting the comforting weight of the sword tucked under his bed, Aya approached the table, his eyes never leaving Schuldich. There was an odd tension in the air, and Aya wasn’t sure it would lead to violence, but he wanted to be ready.
All that tension apparently over a cup of tea.
Aya didn’t sit, but he reached, listed the mug, and sipped. “Thank you.”
Schuldich seemed to deflate a bit, the almost fevered light slipped out of his eyes. Far from settled, the telepaths hands worried at anything within reach; a napkin, a fork, his hair. “You wanted tea.”
“Yes.” It wasn’t worth asking how Schuldich knew, though it might explain why his brain felt like it was trying to evacuate through his eyes.
“So I made some.”
“Thank you.”
Just when he almost got used to the neurotic normalcy that was Schuldich, the bastard had to go and remind him how uncanny he was. Aya had enough time to blink, and then flinch as Schuldich rubbed up against him like some large, attention starved cat.
He hadn’t even seen the man move.
“The hell is wrong with you?”
Schuldich pulled away, his expression frustrated for a second before it smoothed into petulant amusement. “I missed you.”
Schuldich actually batted his eyelashes.
Fascinatingly long as they were, Aya refused to let them snag his attention. There was a slight quiver to the other man’s taunting poise, a manic edge that Aya was not at all comfortable with. “Back off.”
Schuldich snarled, but complied, reaching to snag a battered pack of cigarettes off the counter before letting himself out of the apartment, slamming the door.
Aya set down his tea, pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down. Schuldich had actually looked…upset.
Maybe he should have stayed in the café. His teammates at least made some sense.