Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sooner or Later ❯ Chapter IV ( Chapter 4 )

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Series: Inu-Yasha / Weiß Kreuz
Pairings: Schu x Yohji, Farf x Nagi, Ran x Omi, 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 4
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"Wake up, damn it," Crawford kicked at Ken's side.

"No wanna wake up," Ken mumbled, burying his head in his now filthy, orange sweatshirt.

"Get up!" Crawford delivered a brutal blow to his ribs.

"Itai!" he curled up defensively, shielding his head from the American's foot.

"It's about time you woke up."

"You *could* have woken me up *nicely*!" Ken shouted back.

"Tried, you sleep like a log."

Ken painfully got up, clutching his bruised ribs. "Are you always this violent?"

"Only with Weiß."

"It all boils down to Weiß and Schwarz," he sighed.

"Like salt."

"Or sugar."

Crawford raised an eyebrow.

"Sugar boils down the same way as salt! And look at Yohji and Juurediche," Ken explained hastily. "So why did I need to get up?"

"Something big is coming."

"Something...big?"

"I'm not a perfectionist."

Ken grumbled as he picked up his sweatshirt and followed the American.

//So that's how his power works... Something, but nothing known to him...//

~*~

"This sucks!" Yohji sighed looking up at the clock. "We've been working all night and have come up with nothing!"

"Mou! Yohji-kun! Calm down!"

He flopped face-first onto the couch.

"Show a little maturity," Aya growled.

The couch's cushioning muffled "A whole night wasted."

"Not wasted, Yohji-kun."

"I canceled my date for *this*?" Yohji flipped himself so he was now on his back.

"There is more to life than - "

"To you, Omitchi, to you."

Omi sighed and Aya growled.

"What?"

"It's time to open up the shop, Yohji-kun."

"You and Aya take it, I need sleep."

"Gomen ne, I've got school."

"Oh bugger... Damn Ken."

"It is your fault that he fell into the well."

"Was not! I was fighting with Juurediche!"

"Can we please not start this again, please?!" Omi became a barrier between the two men, although it did not do much good because he was a head shorter than both of them.

"He started it!" Yohji accused.

"Actually you did, if you weren't so goddamn lazy, then - "

"Please!!"

~*~

"Where are we going?" Ken asked as they sat down on a rocky outcrop for a short break.

"If you are too dense to - "

"No, I mean from here, which way?"

"I guess that we should continue the way we were heading."

"So what was that big thing that we are trying to avoid?"

"Must I repeat everything with you?" Crawford gritted.

"Geez, you're touchy about your powers," he grumbled back.

"Ano..." Crawford was being hesitant. A gut feeling told Ken that he was not going to like what the American was going to say.

"Do I *want* to know?"

"No, but you should know. I noticed it this morning, but didn't say anything."

"Well, are you going to say it or not?!"

"Your ears."

"M...my ears?"

"They're pointed."

"P...pointed?!" Ken reached up to call Crawford's fib and found that his ears were, in truth, pointed. "My ears are fucking *pointed*!!"

"You've made your point."

"Ok! That is *not* funny!"

Crawford looked across at Ken, amused eyes sparkling behind scratched lenses in a very un-Crawford way, and then reverted to their old selves. "This is getting old."

"Insulting me?" the brunette drawled. "Yes."

The sky darkened.

"No," Crawford pointed up, "That."

"You hold a shard of the Shikon Jewel!" The dark mass of clouds spoke ominously.

"Is this what you Saw?" Ken asked shooting up.

"Yes," Crawford said, voice becoming professional.

"Hand it over!"

Ken automatically went to trip his bugnuk and found it missing and Crawford reached for his gun and found it missing as well.

Right. The well.

The black clouds swirled into a giant ball with two large eyes and a small mouth and started to nibble on the American's head.

He defensively punched the ball away.

"Itai!" the ball morphed into a small boy with a big fluffy tail, pointed ears and a black nose. "Why'd you do that?! It hurt!"

"You attacked us," Ken stated. This place was getting weirder by the moment.

"You have a shard of the Jewel!" The kitsune-demon jumped up to get in Ken's face but the brunette caught him by the tail reflexively.

"This is the 'something big'?" He asked wryly, holding the boy up to look in his eyes.

"You can't do this to Shippo!" With a 'puff' he disappeared.

Crawford grabbed the rock with a tail before it could slink away. With another 'puff' the rock transformed back into the boy.

"Now, look, Shippo is it? You are going to tell us about this Shikon affair this minute!" Ken demanded, sick of everyone saying that he had this 'Shikon'.

"And if Shippo says 'no'?"

"You are hardly in any position to decline," Crawford informed. "And don't try your scroll trick."

"How do you know of Shippo's magic scroll? You don't smell demon like the other one."

Ken dropped the young demon. "Are you saying that I reek?!"

Shippo tried to run for it, but Crawford stopped him before he even acted.

"Not until you explain."

The kitsune-demon pouted as he sat to tell these two strangers of the jewel.

"The jewel shard that you posses increases the power of a demon. That is the long and short of it. Now, Shippo must be on his way..." Shippo got up and backed away slowly.

"Not so fast!" Ken sprung up, cutting him off.

"What do you want with Shippo?! You're mean! Leave Shippo alone!"

"After you tell me why you think that I'm a demon," he stated firmly.

"You smell like one, neko!"

"So now I'm not a demon, I'm a cat?"

"Demon cat," Shippo nodded.

A dumbfounded look plastered itself to Ken's face and Crawford suppressed a snicker.

"That explains your pointed ears," Crawford commented pensively.

"Urusai! No one asked you!"

"Are you done with the fox-kid, because he is getting away." he pointed at a retreating Shippo.

"Matte!" Ken called and Shippo froze.

"Why won't you leave Shippo alone?"

"If I remember correctly *you* attacked *us* first."

"Ken, just ask him what you want and don't get into an argument."

"I'm getting to it!"

"What year is it?" Crawford's clichéd question was rather amusing and Ken couldn't help himself from giggling; he had seen way too many time-travel movies.

"Shippo doesn't know!"

"If I'm a neko-demon, do I have special abilities?" Ken was itching to figure this damn puzzle out.

"Shippo doesn't know!" he repeated with a furious pout.

"I would assume that you would have the abilities of a cat," Crawford drawled.

"Oh! Thanks for that, scholar!"

"It was only a comment. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

"Wha?!"

"You weren't getting anything out of that kid anyway." He waved his arms to where Shippo was.

'That kid' was long gone.

"Damn."

~*~

"Found a lead," Yohji threw the day's newspaper at Aya, who caught it reflexively.

"'They haven't found the body's. Nothing was left but some scraps of clothes in a sea of blood.'" Aya read. "What does this have to do with our mission?"

"Continue reading," the blonde took a sip of his coffee, even though it was almost noon. "It gets better."

"'A woman with the face like a Noh mask,'" Aya quirked a crimson eyebrow.

"Persia said that this mask has demonic qualities," he shrugged.

"So you think that this kook who witnessed it would know?"

"Nah, probably a drunk, but the story is believable." (1)

"First Ken in the well, now demonic masks possessing people," Aya snarled, "When did you start believing in flimflam?"

"Since we started battling Schwarz."

"Point taken."

"I'll address this to Omi when he returns, ne?"

Aya snorted.

~*~

"I'm a cat demon. A demon cat. A cat?" Ken mumbled to himself as he walked beside Crawford in their search for the well. He had been mumbling a stream of thoughts along those lines for the past half hour. "A cat, next thing you know, I'm going to have a tail... I don't want a tail. That would be weird, maybe fun..."

Crawford growled. Ken had been slowly driving him insane. If the brunette would not shut up soon, Crawford would do so for him and Ken would *not* like it.

"Pointed ears... qualities of a cat? Night vision? That would come in handy on missions...but the again, I've always had excellent night vision. Does that mean that I've always been a demon?"

No, Ken would not like Crawford's methods at *all*.

"But doesn't one have to be born a demon to be one? Unless one was possessed... Does that mean that I'm possessed?"

Although if Ken was arguing with himself he would be unable to argue with anyone else, right?

"Ne, Crawford, what do you think?"

"I don't know enough to comment."

"Oh...ok." Ken went back to arguing with himself.

It was Schuldich's fault that he was lost in a different time with a babbling idiot. If he had only *listened* to Crawford instead of trying to finish the mission to get into Yohji's pants, this would never have happened.

And to top it off he had a blinding headache, caused by three main things:

First and foremost was Ken's chronic babbling.

Second, he was getting double the visions. He still received visions from modern Tokyo of Schwarz, Weiß, and unfortunately, Takatori. But now he was also getting visions from whatever time he was stuck in. Most of them were simultaneous and he could not decipher either, ultimately handicapping him to a certain degree.

And third, he was trying to contact Schuldich mentally; if his power could work over the time bridge, he figured that Schuldich's mind could do the same. As of yet, however, Crawford was having no such luck and it was aggravating his headache, so he eventually gave it up.

Had aspirin been invented yet?

Ken was asking him a question.

Had duct tape been invented yet?

"Ano... Crawford?"

"Hn?"

"Are you... Do you feel alright?"

"Just peachy," he muttered in English as he fell lax and gravity took over.

Ken rushed to catch him before impact.

"You should rest." He cradled the man awkwardly in his arms. Well, Crawford was a good six inches taller than him.

The brunette did not know when Crawford started to grow on him, and quite frankly it was freaking him out.

He clasped a hand to the elder's forehead, and then jerked it away as if it burned...which it did.

"Well, shit."

~*~

"Why do I have to do this?" Yohji grumbled sourly to himself as he entered the Higurashi Shrine. "Why not Aya or Omi?"

"Can I help you?" asked a girl that had to still be in junior high. It was the one that Schuldich had shown him, the one that disappeared down the well. What was her name?

"I believe you can," a nasally voice spoke behind Yohji.

"Juu?" the blonde squeaked as Schuldich gave him the evil eye.

"How can I help you?" the girl frowned.

"Kagome," Schuldich answered, "You need to help us locate to missing people."

Her brow furrowed. //What does that mean?//

"I mean that they were lost through the well," he smirked.

"...Oh..."

"Would you like a break from the shrine so we can discuss this over coffee?" Yohji offered. "We need answers. My treat."

"Yes..." She swallowed thickly. "Kaachan can watch the shrine..."

~*~

"Aya-kun! Hidoi!" Omi stomped his foot. "You can't make Yohji-kun do all the work!"

"He is *not* doing all the work, we are as well," Aya pointed out. "Would you trust him to do all the work?"

"Hidoi! Give him some credit! He's not just an airhead! He can think just as well as the next person!"

"Really now?" Aya towered over Omi.

"Yes!" Omi insisted, unaffected by Aya's proximity.

"Plus, when he does all the work, it gives us time to ourselves."

"Mou! No! Hidoi! I'm going to help Yohji-kun!" Omi stormed out.

~*~

Kagome thanked the waitress that gave her her sundae... And Schuldich and Yohji glared at each other.

"How do you know about the secret of the Bone-Eater's well?" she asked quietly, blushing in the presence of the two bishonen.

"Two of our... friends managed to fall in," Yohji supplied, nursing his fourth coffee that day.

"What is on the other side?" Schuldich wanted to know.

"It's a time void, of sorts... to feudal Japan."

"Well... that's not good."

//I hope Hojo doesn't find me here,// she thought, blushing again. //Or Inu-Yasha, that jerk!//

"You are going back?" the German raised an eyebrow.

"Wha - What makes you say that?" She turned her gaze down to her untouched ice cream.

//You think that demons only exist on the other side of the well?// he purred in her mind.

She blushed harder.

"Juurediche! Stop teasing her!" Yohji smacked the redhead upside the head. "Sorry about that, ojochan, he gets carried away. When you do return, do you think that you could search for our two friends?" He flashed a suave grin that no woman... or Schuldich could resist.

"What do they look like?"

"Juu, show her and don't fool around."

"You make me sound like a little child."

"You are, now just show her or you'll never get Crawford back."

"But I don't *want* Brad back, he is too anal-retentive."

"Just show her," Yohji sighed.

Kagome stared in awe at the two bickering men; it was almost like they were a couple...

//We are, love. These are the two men we are searching for.// He sent her the mental images of Ken and Crawford.

"Juu!"

"I did!"

"Did he?" Yohji asked Kagome.

"Y-yes," she blushed even harder knowing that they were together that way. "I -I'll try to find them."

"Thank you."

~*~

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ken chided, unsure whether he was talking to Crawford or himself.

"Crawford, wake up, damn it!" the tables had turned since the morning. "And you say *I* sleep like a log."

"He won't wake up until I let him," a familiar voice sneered.

Ken's heart almost stopped beating as he looked up from the American.

"His hand, despite your efforts, has become infected, thanks to me."

"Kase," he growled.

"Nice to see you again, Ken."

~*~*~

Now that was just plain evil! And sorry about the Aya-bastardization. ^^;

1) It's really weird, in the Inu-Yasha manga, the dude that witnessed this looked uncannily like Masafumi *snicker*

Ok, remember when I asked if this should be Ran x Omi or jealous Ran? Well, it's both! Makes both sides happy! Thanks to everyone who responded to that: Rhole, Julie, and everyone else that I forgot (I'm sorry, my mind doesn't work! *opens head to show a collapsed and panting hamster*)