Mirage Of Blaze Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chasing Twilight ❯ Chapter Two: A Guy Like You ( Chapter 2 )

Chasing Twilight

by: Banshee Puppet

Chapter Three: A Guy Like You

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I would say that there are a few things I've done in my life that were very bad ideas: letting you introduce me to your big brother was one of them. ~Nagi~

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Nagi looked in the mirror and took a deep, if somewhat shaky breath. Today was Aya's birthday, and she'd asked him to come by the shop her brother worked at for the party. She wrote down the name in clear and legible writing with little smiley faces inside the round letters...

She gave him very good directions.

She had no idea he already knew the place, and had nearly been killed there on more than one occasion. She also had no idea that he was telekinetic, a freak. Add that to the fact that she didn't know her dear big brother was a member of Weiss and that, as such, they were sworn rivals (and didn't like each other much to boot) and what you had your hands full of was what those in the business would call an extremely complicated situation. But, you see, he didn't want to disappoint her, and as her boyfriend, he was obligated to at least show his face...out of his school uniform, for once. She'd insisted. This was going to be a long day.

Nagi groaned. How did he get himself into these messes? He'd never thought much about Aya when she was unconscious and something to use against Weiss. She'd been a tool, a pretty tool, but nothing more, just another ageless sleeping beauty. It was when she woke up and he found her being introduced to his class that things changed. Always smiling, with such pretty eyes...

She'd come up to him right away and asked him to tutor her in English. "They say you're really smart so..." she'd shifted adorably from foot to foot. Two weeks later he managed to get up the guts to ask her out, and she'd said yes. Looking at it retrospectively, that may have been a very bad idea. It wasn't that he didn't like her anymore. In fact, quite the opposite was true; Nagi liked Aya more and more every time he saw her. But he couldn't forget who she was, or who he was, or that, technically, by some chance relation, she was the enemy. He'd told none of the others, tried to keep his thoughts guarded from Shuldich, and hoped Brad hadn't seen it all coming in advance. In truth, he was nervous and confused and wanted advice. The time he'd spent with Tot didn't really qualify him as an expert on relationships, considering the girl had had the mental capacity of a five©year©old. He needed advice. Right now, he needed advice on how to walk into the lion's den and not get eaten alive. And more immediately:

Nagi looked in the mirror at the royal purple shirt he was wearing with his khakis. It was really little more than a snug t©shirt, and left him feeling rather exposed. "Does this even match?" he asked the mirror, curling his arms around his stomach, feeling rather insecure about it; he wasn't used to wearing things so...tight, snug without being uncomfortable.

"Khakis match everything," he heard through the half©open bathroom door. "Are you almost done primping, your highness? I need to take a piss," Schuldich deigned to say aloud as he peeked around the door and let out a low whistle. "Whoa...sexy. Hot date?" he teased.

"Birthday party," Nagi answered, flushing a bit. "Too much?"

"Well that depends on who's party it is," Schuldich smirked. The rosy tint of Nagi's cheeks told him everything he needed to know without even having to fathom using his telepathic abilities to get the dirt. "Ah...a cute girl, right?"

The poor teenager blushed up to his ears. "Just answer the question. I'm already late."

"When a cute girl is involved, you can never be too sexy!" Schuldich teased, ruffling the boy's hair.

"But..."

"But?"

Ã_Ã'Her big brother is going to be there,'Ä_Ä Nagi thought, unable to bring himself to say it aloud.

Schuldich laughed. Now it made sense. "In that case...change your shirt."

"A©aa. I thought so."

"So is this brother cute?" Schuldich asked sexily as Nagi peeled off the violet tee and grabbed a simple grayish©green, short©sleeved button©down from the closet.

"And more importantly, is he legal?" he winked.

"Didn't you have to use the bathroom?" Nagi asked testily, shutting the door on the older man. The image that the red©head accidentally pulled from his mind sent of all sorts of bells and whistles. Abyssinian. Oh, this was bad. Maybe he should have told Nagi to put on a bullet©proof vest while he was at it...

Nah, the kid could handle himself. He was sure it would work out just fine...or at least that's what he intended to keep telling himself to keep from worrying about his surrogate baby brother.

"Heh," Schuldich commented to himself. "Very cute, if you can overlook the total lack of personality..."

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Saori looked up from where she was putting a fresh batch of cookies in the bakery case when the chime hanging from the door rang. "Customer," she said in a sing©song, unable to see the door from her current crouched position. She called out "be right there!" and finished putting the cookies in the case before taking off her oven mitts and moving to the front while saying cheerily, "Welcome to Seguchi's Sweet Shop! How may I...Naoe!" The girl's eyes bugged out when she saw who was standing on the other side of the counter as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Naoe's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't expected to find Saori here. He'd actually come to check a hunch on this Seguchi fellow. The girl had her twin braids bound loosely behind her head with a loose ribbon and there was a bit of pressed white powder on her cheek which she used her sleeve to wipe off, and only succeeded in smearing around a bit.

"You're working here now?" he asked conversationally. "What happened to the restaurant."

"Hah. I got tired of smelly old men pinching my ass!" Saori laughed and pouted slightly. "Perverts. When did you get back into town?"

"Just now, actually. I," Naoe stopped, he wasn't going to tell her that he had doubts about her employer just yet. It was best to keep a low profile for now. "Someone once told me that this shop was very good and I haven't eaten yet."

"Oh! Haha. Okay then, what would you like? Takaya likes the English Danish, but I think it's way too sweet. We have all sorts of...hey, is Takaya with you? Everyone's been worried."

"I'll try it. Anything is fine," he said, not really hungry at all, but his eyes widened at what Saori said next. "You mean Takaya hasn't returned yet?" he asked with some urgency.

Saori's eyes widened like a confused puppy. "You mean, he's not with you? Then where is he? We all just figured you two must be together..." she chewed her lip.

Naoe dropped money on the counter for the danish and mumbled, "I'll look into it," before leaving, looking agitated.

"Hey, Naoe, you forgot...!" Saori sighed as the door closed between them. She looked down at the white wax paper bag in her hand. "...your danish. Geez, talk about tunnel vision. You and Yuzuru are just the same. Don't you think of anything but Takaya?"

"Isn't that how it is with you and Yuzuru?"

Saori jumped as her head turned in the direction of the back room. "Oh! Date-kun."

"Sorry I'm late," the brown-haired young man said as he reached pulled a clean apron over his head. He shook his head slightly. "You asked me to come in for a bit to cover for you, remember?"

"I thought you couldn't make it," Saori said, startled. "You said..."

"I know what I said. I shifted my schedule around a bit. You wanted to go to your friend's party, right? Yuiko is waiting outside, fashionably late is one thing, it's another if the party's over before you arrive."

Saoriglomped the young man."Thank you thank you thank you!" she cheered. "Aya-chan will be so happy and surprised! I told her I couldn't come because of work! Date-kun, you're the best."

"Yeah yeah, I know," he said, rolling his eyes. "Get out of here."

~**~

"I'll get it!" Omi bounced out of the bean bag chair he was sitting in while enjoying watching an annoyed Ran try to figure out how to hook up the little karaoke box Sakura and some of Aya's other friends had chipped in to buy her while the girls scanned through the song list giggling, Ken tried to placate Ran to keep him from throwing the damn thing out the window, and Yohji made lewd comments that Omi chose to ignore©©something about Ken, Ran, leather and whipped cream. Quite frankly, Omi didn't want to know... ...at all!

Blushing over Yohji's not©so©subtle admiration of his lover's 'tight, athletic rear end', Omi was glad for the interruption. "Nagi!!!" Omi screeched, not sure what the other boy was doing there or what to do about it. As far as Omi was concerned, Nagi Naoe was the most unpredictable member of Schwarz, never knew if he was going to subtly help out or throw large objects at you with his mind. Omi's shoulders tensed.

Nagi raised a slightly quizzical eyebrow at the blush Omi was wearing, and wondered how to explain his presence without getting murdered by what appeared to be a very agitable red-head behind him, who'd just snapped his head over his shoulder to glare dangerously at the khaki-clad boy. Well, frankly, powerful as he was, Nagi was also quite terrified. He was also quite certain that it was Aya's delighted squeal that saved his neck.

"Nagi! You made it!" Aya cheered as she stood and rushed over to him. "Come in come in! Let me introduce you to everyone!" And before anyone could stop her, she was busy with the task of introducing a group of people who already knew one another. "...And this is my dear big brother Ran," she informed Nagi cheerfully, as the boy hoped that look on Ran's face didn't translate as 'Would anybody like shiskabobed telekinetic for dinner?' or the somewhat less creative, 'Where is my katana?'

"Big brother, this is Nagi Naoe, my boyfriend," Aya introduced, and the boy winced visibly, about ready to dive behind the couch.

"WHAT!??!"

The word came out of Ran's mouth before the information even hit his brain. He was being good, cool, collected, calm...okay, well, maybe not that last one. So, Nagi was a schoolmate of Aya's; that made sense. Since she hadn't aged at all while she was comatose, that did make them about the same age. And he did have a gold wrapped package under his arm, a gift. So he was a friend of...and then she introduced him as her boyfriend and Ran thought he was going to have a coronary. "No, no way! I positively refuse to accept this!" Sure, he was having a small, undignified fit, but he positively, absolutely, unrepentently refused to believe that his darling baby sister was dating this, this... "...this...this masochistic, evil freak...no way. I absolutely forbid it!" he growled, fists clenched tightly at his sides as he tried not to lunge and kill the boy with his own bare hands; it was his sister's birthday, after all. They hadn't even had the cake yet. So he was rather surprised when Aya's hand connected solidly with his right cheek. "Aya?"

"I'm sorry, but that is just not your call to make big brother," she said sternly. "Nagi is my boyfriend. We like each other very much and I would like it if you to could get along, but if you can't then you'll just have to live with the fact that I've chosen to date a boy that you hate for some unknown and most probably totally illogical reason.

"Illogical? There's nothing illogical about it. He's one of the people who..."

The door chime cut off any other words he might have had to say. Nobody moved to get the door right away. As it was they were waiting for the explosion that was bound to occur and looked between the two boys as Ran and Nagi had an Olympic-level glaring contest.

"No glaring on my birthday!" Aya protested.

Nagi realized what he was doing and gave her a small apologetic smile. "I'll get the door," he said after a pause.

Ran frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. Well that made him look like the bad guy, didn't it. Nagi backed down and got the door so now he looked like the 'bigger man', as it were. 'If I hated that kid before, I loathe him now,' Ran thought in annoyance.

~**~

Brad's eyes shot open. The visions were coming so frequently he was starting to get a migraine and all sort off warning bells and whistles were going off in his head.

"Schuldich."

"Yessum?"

"Where's Nagi?"

"With a girl," Schuldich smirked. Oversimplification. But he mentally informed Brad, 'at a birthday party.'

"Go get him," he stated. "Now."

"Is that really...?"

"Get him, Schuldich. He's in danger."

At that point, before he can ask any more questions, the red-head is all but kicked out of the apartment. "Well, better go rescue the kid," he sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets and strolling out of the apartment, getting into his car casually before slamming his foot on the gas and sending the car screeching out of the indoor lot.

Brad smirked slightly as he watched Schuldich's car speed off. For all his sarcasm and aloof carelessness, he really did care about them all...almost like family, though he'd probably never admit it in a million years. But then, they were all like that. One big, dysfunctional family...of assassins... ...with powers...

~**~

"Eee!" Aya squealed and glomped onto Saori when Nagi led the girls back to where the party was being held.

Ran had gone back to messing with the karaoke machine.

The girls jumped up and down together before Aya let go.

"You said you couldn't come!"

"Change of plans," she said, ushering Yuiko into the room behind her.

Sakura noted the dark-haired woman. "Wow. She's so pretty, like a model."

"So that's you're type, huh?" Yohji snickered.

"Shut up," Sakura retorted. "I don't have to be a guy to know when a girl is pretty."

Nagi and Ran were still glaring, only Nagi was trying not to be obvious about it, at least. Omi jumped up. "Who wants cake?" he asked nervously. "I'll go get the cake!"

Moments after Omi disappeared into the kitchen, he ran out of it, blushing and mumbling something about going out to get paper plates.

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That Aya, she was very cute and friendly, but also, at times, quite troublesome. You couldn't serve birthday cake on paper plates that a ten-year old boy decided to draw naked people on-naked people doing perverse things.

~**~

"Is this supposed to be me? This looks nothing like me!" Yohji protested, finally seeing the humor in it all.

"You're right. You're never on top," Ken snickered. "…well, almost," the soccer player added, recollecting their first, drunken encounter.

"You're taking this well, or haven't you seen this one yet?" Yohji showed him a plate of a badly drawn Ken with a very small-heh, use your imagination.

"Why that little…!!!"

"Careful Ken-ken. Homicide doesn't become you. If you go to jail you'll just become somebody's bitch, and you're not allowed to be anyone's bitch but mine."

"Who's the bitch?" Ken crossed his arms over his chest in mock-hurt and Yohji replied by chuckling and wrapping his arms around the brunette's chest from behind. "I'm your bitch, baby," he whispered, nipping at Ken's ear, "always."

"Mn. Much better."

~**~

After dealing with a rather irate cashier, Omi emerged, grumbling, from the convenience store. It was pure accident when he plowed into an equally peeved German.

The young man's eyes widened and a stunned whisper escaped his lips:

"Schuldich."

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Schuldich winced slightly and pinched the bridge of his nose. Akigahara-why did it have to be Akigahara? Shopping districts were the absolute worst. His shields were strained and his head was pounding, and there was no way he would find Nagi in this mess.

"Oof." He caught a young man who slammed into his chest. "Hey, careful," he stated before he realized who it was.

He felt strange suddenly, so quiet, only his own thoughts and this one other person's. Calm. 'Feels nice,' he thought before he heard his name.

Looking down, he was surprised to find Bombay.

"Let go," the blue-eyed boy stated.

"Question first," Schuldich stated back, somehow knowing that the second he let go, all the noise would flood right back in. 'What are you doing to me?' he wondered, careful to keep the thought private.

"What?" Omi asked agitably.

"Nagi," Schuldich bit out suddenly. "I'm looking for Nagi. I know he's seeing Abyssinian's sister and there's a party. Where is he?"

"Isn't that his business? Let go." Omi kicked Schuldich in the shin and pulled his arm free.

"Damnit Bom-oh," Schuldich fell to his knees, clutching his head. "Ah!"

Thoughtlessly, he clutched Omi's wrist. There, the blessed silence again.

'Schuldich?'

'N-agi. He's in trouble…where?'

'He's really worried. I can't believe I'm going to do this…'

"Can you stand? What's wrong with you?"

"Y-yeah. Don' leggo, okay?"

'Huh?'

'You…make it quiet. How do you do that?'

'Oh!' Omi's eyes widened in realization. He grabbed Schuldich's wrist and pulled him after him. "Let's get back to Nagi."

Schuldich nodded and followed, eyes only half-focused.

'You know, you're kinda cute, Bombay,' he thought when his mind finally cleared.

Omi blushed, not really sure why. 'Idiot. Pay attention.'

'Geez, it was just a compliment. Don't be such a tightass."

Omi gave Schuldich's wrist a good, hard yank.

"Ow! Bitch."

~**~

Farfarello looked up from the knife Brad had been using to cut his steak for him to the man as he suddenly gasped.

"We're going out," he stated.

Farfarello tightened the laces of his boots, smirking. He knew that tone. It meant that Brad was expecting to see some action. He cocked his head to one side in a 'what's up?' gesture.

"The future has suddenly changed."

~**~

Eyes widening, Omi made a deliberate wrong turn.

'What?'

'F-followed.We're being followed,' Omi thought, not as weirded-out by the telepathic communication as he figured he ought to be.

'Wha-How did I not-' Schuldich wondered how he missed the thoughts of their trackers and, feeling the burn of Omi's flesh against his wrist, he realized it. Even Crawford's voice, the link between them, silent; it was only Bombay's thoughts he could hear.

'I'm gonna…'Well, it was better to just do it. Explaining a minor 'mind rape' would only offend the kitten. He pulled an image of the stereotypical black-suit men with guns of some kind rounding the corner they had just rounded themselves from the young man's mind.

"Don't DO THAT!" Omi hissed, back-fisting his temporary ally across the cheek before he realized what he was doing. "Oh, uh, sorry…" Omi bit his lip.

'Adorable,' Schuldich thought before he could stop himself.

"Bastard," Omi growled. "We're away from Akigahara, so let go."

"Uh, right." No smartass comments out of Schuldich this time. In truth he was to startled at getting hit by a cute little boy-young man, actually. He'd nearly forgotten their tails until their thoughts came suddenly to him.

'There,' he heard.

'Shit.' Thoughtlessly, he shoved Omi behind him, reaching for his gun, and yelping out in pain when a tranq meant for the brunette took him in the shoulder. "Ungh." 'Enough tranq for a buffalo…Bombay…run. Save…Nagi. Crawford…gonna kill me…"… … …

"Is it him?-Of course it's him, who else can it be? Look who he's with.-What about that one? Should we take him too?-We'd better. It'll only cause trouble otherwise. Lord Takeda will figure out what to do with him.-You're right, as long as we have Naoe.-Odd that he didn't use his powers though, don't you think.-He did enough damage with the gun. Look at my arm. It's a mess. Anyway, Esset said his powers are strong, but not 100% reliable, right? So don't worry about it.-I guess you're right…"

This is the conversation Schuldich heard as he was drifting back into consciousness. It took him a moment to realize he was in the backseat of a rather expensive car. Maybe even a limousine. He was about to do something rash when he caught a glimpse of a Bombay with nightmares out of the corner of his half-opened eye.

Unable to resist, he pushed the boy's bangs from his face, silently, careful not to be noticed.

Flashes of Takatori, of Masafumi, of Persia, of Weiss, and of Nagi leaning over Aya's shoulder, smiling softly up at him passed through Schuldich's mind, but so fluidly, like water. And the silence, the bliss-like silence that got them into this mess in the first place…was difficult to separate himself from. He felt like he…belonged here, like this, touching that cherubic face…

Groaning, Omi curled into his touch and stopped tossing. 'Don't leave me…so lonely,' the sleeping mind thought.

Forcing his eyes closed and pretending to still be out of it, Schuldich soothed him. 'I won't abandon you, Bombay, I promise. You stayed by me, even if it was totally stupid, so I'll do the same, and get us both out of this, somehow. What are you doing to me? So warm, so cute, so quiet. Am I…hah, no, not a chance, not with a guy like you.'

~**~

Due to major life changes recently, I'm afraid updates will slow down as I am in the moving process and must rely on the library for all of my computer needs. I've taken to writing chapters of this story by hand, in the meantime, but I still have to type them up and do the internet stuff here, so don't worry, I haven't forgotten this story.

Thanks to my reviewers. I'd thank you individually, but you all seem to be saying the same thing. Our sadly under-appreciated MoB gets another fic, even if it is a crossover. Anyway, I warned you about pairings, and though Chiaki/Takaya is NOT one of this story's pairings, Yuzuru thinks it is! He really is as clueless as you say, TG. The story will contain traditional and non-traditional pairings. You can check them out in the prologue, but there are also going to be a lot of misconceptions, like Yuzuru thinking that Chiaki likes Takaya, for example. You can expect to see other misconceptions like that in the future.

I do have a few other chapters written, but haven't got the time to type them right now, sadly, so I hope to have the time to do so soon.

Not really much to say on this one. I don't think it's some of my best work, since I lost two pages in the middle of the story and had to try to write them from memory, and that two pages became two paragraphs…*sweatdrop*. Well, if I find them, I may re-upload this chapter as an improved version at a later time.

Hope to post more again soon, but until then, Happy Haunting.

~Banshee Puppet~