Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sooner or Later ❯ Chapter III ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Series: Inu-Yasha / Weiß Kreuz
Pairings: Schu x Yohji, Farf x Nagi, Brad x Ken
Summary: On a mission Ken and Brad have an accident
Contents: Yaoi Shonen ai Weird Angst... that's about it now...
Spoilers: Umm...everything?
Status: Incomplete

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Sooner Or Later: Part 3
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"You come from the same place as Kagome-san, no?"

"Don't know this 'Kagome', but we kinda come from a well," Ken said around a mouthful of something he really did not want to identify, but at least it was food and filling.

Crawford glowered at his portion; he was hungry, but not enough to eat that. "Where are we?" he interrupted coldly.

"We be in Japan," Kaede frowned. "You have a strange tongue, you speak fluently, but strangely. You must have been raised by demons to have such an odd and rude tongue."

"Ignore him," Ken glared at Crawford before returning to his food.

"How can we be in Japan still?" The American asked simultaneously, ignoring Ken and the demon comment. "That is improbable. Even if it was, there must have been a time change, and that too is improbable."

"Your powers are improbable," the brunette grumbled.

"You must be close friends to bicker so."

"Ah!" Ken quickly moved to the opposite wall of the thatched hut. "Eew!"

"You come through the well," Kaede returned to the subject at hand, "as did Kagome-san."

"So how do we return?" Crawford asked, glaring at Ken pressing up against the far wall.

"As Kagome-san has done, through the well."

"We've already tried that!" Ken said exasperated, not caring about this 'Kagome'.

"You have already tried that," Crawford corrected.

"So are you saying that when you try it will work?" Ken pushed off the wall.

"He was attacked," he continued to ignored Ken.

"By that chick with the hair," the brunette added.

"A girl with hair?"

"She tried to take off my neck but it backfired and cut Crawford's hand." Ken waved in Crawford's direction.

"You have met up with Her."

"Her?"

"She-who-controls-the-dead. You could see hair?"

Both Ken and Brad nodded.

"Do you know what you be?"

Ken blinked at her and Crawford scowled.

"What do you mean by that?" the American demanded.

"You both be like Kagome-san; she could see the hair. Kagome-san is the reincarnate of my aneue," Kaede said as if that explained everything.

Ken blinked again and Crawford remained somber.

"You must return to the well before you are caught up in the rush for the Jewel."

"She said that I had a jewel...What was it called? Shikon?"

"You cannot posses the jewel, Kagome-san shot it into shards," her brow furrowed.

"Well that's what that chick said," Ken countered.

"Return to the well at once." She ushered the out of her hutch, shutting the door behind them without another word.

"That answered a lot of my questions," the brunette groused. "And her thinking we're friends," he shuttered.

"If you weren't so busy arguing then I could have finished asking the questions that I wanted to ask."

"Why didn't you tell me that we were going to be kicked out?"

"We need to return to well as she directed." Crawford avoided, moving in the direction from which they had come.

"So now you get a vision," Ken rolled his eyes and set off after the American.

~*~

"Where's onisan?" After dealing with a day filled with 'where's Ken-kun', even Omi did not want to deal with Ken's soccer team of sugared-up children.

"Ken is sick today," Aya said using the same excuse that they had used all day, saving Omi from snapping at the unsuspecting kids.

"Please tell onisan that we hope he gets better for our game at the end of the week," the obvious leader of the group asked.

"We'll tell him," Omi agreed quickly.

Yohji watched Omi and Aya as the kids ran off. "Someone's been around Aya too long," he chuckled.

"They won't go away, Yohji-kun," Omi sighed, "They just won't go away."

"I sense hostility!"

"I'm not hostile," Aya broke in.

"I never said you were."

"You implied it."

"Ano..."

"Daijobu, Aya-kun! Yohji-kun didn't mean anything by it."

"Like hell, I didn't."

"Ahem."

The three men froze to see Birman standing in the doorway.

"Downstairs, boys."

~*~

"This is so not fun," Ken bemoaned, pulling another thorn from his arm.

"I told you not to go there," Brad chided rationally.

"After I was through the damn bush!"

"Now, whose fault is that?"

"Yours! If you hadn't pushed - "

"You would have been stuck in here with Schuldich."

"Oh joy, decisions, decisions. Do I want the pre-cog with a stick shoved way too far up his ass or the telepathic demon that just happens to somehow get Yohji in his bed every so often?"

Crawford glared him into the ground, but Ken ignored the heated gaze as he dispassionately ripped the thorns from his arms.

"I choose none of the above."

"Complain all you want, it still won't change anything."

"Yeah, yeah, but it's fun."

"Masaka!"

"Eh?"

"Duck." Crawford pushed Ken down behind his cursed bush as a demon toad carrying a staff with two heads perched on top entered the clearing from another path, followed closely by a strange, white- haired human with a tattooed face. Whether the human was male or female was beyond them.

Crawford's stomach growled something fierce. After all, he had not eaten all day.

"You think that you can hide from me, human?" the humanoid spoke in a silky voice.

Ken and Crawford rose to face the now determined male.

"Wrong accusation," he frowned. "You are not human, but you smell human. Strange. Jaken, the Staff of Heads."

"We don't have the grave," Crawford spoke, underestimating the epitome of bishonen as the toad slammed his staff on the ground.

The woman head shrieked.

"He be right, t'ain't the grave. It must be with the half breed."

"Stupid demon," the white-haired bishonen spat," useless!"

He and the toad departed from the clearing.

"Ano...Crawford....why does everyone keep saying that we're demons?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"I was just wondering, you can see the future and so...nan demo nai," he sighed, rubbing his now thorn-free arms. "I just want to get home."

~*~

"Who's in?" Birman asked.

"I'm in." Well, of course Aya was.

"Me too," Omi echoed.

"Balinese?" she raised an eyebrow.

"No woman, no Balinese," Yohji shook his head.

"You're impossible, Balinese."

"You think so?" he draped an arm around her shoulder.

"I do think so," she removed the offending arm.

"Yohji-kun, Ken-kun is missing and we need more on the mission than two."

"You didn't say that last time," he muttered under his breath, then repeated, "No woman, no Balinese."

"Yohji-kun, women aren't everything."

"Nope," he refused again. Got a date with a horny redhead. Yeah, got a date with a horny redhead, his mind sang.

Horny?

Get out of my mind.

No fun, schatz.

Do you want me to go on the mission or with you?

Me, of course, schatz, even if your teammates are shot to hell.

"That's it, I'm accepting this mission," he said aloud.

I shall not forget this, schatz.

Oh, shut up and stop sulking, Juurediche.

"Very good, Balinese," Birman approved.

~*~

"Don't tell me that we're lost again," Crawford sighed as Ken turned three-sixty.

"Ok, I won't tell you."

"Why were you leading if you had no clue where we were going?"

"I wasn't leading, I was following you!"

"How could you if I was behind you?"

"Well, I was following you."

"It's getting dark, we might as well camp here." Crawford did not want to get in another argument with the hotheaded boy.

"Here? As in, on the ground?"

"No, as in, in the air. What the hell do you think?"

"You never know."

"How do your teammates keep from killing you?"

"They don't."

"That explains a hell of a lot."

"Hey!"

"Just get to sleep, we need to find the well in the morning," Crawford sat down on the ground, resulting in more dirt on his already ruined, formally-white suit.

"How do I know that you won't kill me when I'm asleep or abandon me?"

"If I wanted to kill or leave you, I would have done so already, I thought we covered this. Not to mention that Balinese would complain to Schuldich and Schuldich would not get any and complain to me."

"It's all about you," Ken growled.

"I have a little more experience that you. I don't think that you should question me."

"About Juurediche complaining to you?" Ken quirked an eyebrow.

"Just get to sleep."

"Shouldn't we take vigils?"

"You first."

"Thanks," he said dryly.

"Anytime."

~*~

Nagi erupted with laughter when Schuldich stalked through the door. "What's the matter? Your boy-toy stand you up?"

"None of you business, kinder."

"Yeah, besides I'll end up finding out anyway."

Whatever. "Did Farfie behave?"

"What type of question is that?"

You know what I mean.

Nagi sent him the memory from when he was gone.

"You brat! You did that just because Yohji stood me up!"

"So he did stand you up."

"Oh, damn."

~*~

Ken awoke to Crawford mumbling in his sleep. He had fallen asleep during his watch, not a healthy thing to do when one wishes to stay alive.

"Mama, I Saw it, please don't go with Papa..."

That was unnerving, Crawford sounded almost human.

"Mama!" Crawford's eyes shot open to see Ken staring at him.

"What is it?" he rasped curtly, then cleared his throat.

"....It's your turn to keep watch."

The American snorted as he dusted himself off.

And I thought he was just a hardass. Maybe he is human after all....

~*~*~

An utterly pointless Sessho-maru cameo. Blah.

I'm an angst writer! (Even if I can't write angst...) I can't help it!