Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Ripples ( Chapter 4 )

 

“Blaze,” Tatsumi said from the doorway of the study. “Can you explain this to me?”

“Explain what?”

“The eighty thousand plus American dollars for a car Yutaka and I have never seen you drive,” he said. “That would be the what.”

“Since it was bought over a year ago with my money, I fail to see how that's your business, Chiro,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

“You asked me to go over your finances. That's why I'm asking.”

“Who the hell goes over finances at seven in the morning? Oh, wait, this is you. Almost forgot,” she said, smiling slightly. “It's work related.”

“What kind of work requires you to have a Jaguar?”

“My usual work, Chiro. Or have you forgotten what I do? In order to dispose of certain things one needs to affect all the trappings of success. You need to play the game in order to win it. Most of these people made contracts with high ranking demons. They don't trust anyone who isn't in their social circle. You know that. It's the only way to get close to them without getting a lot of people killed in the process.”

“Yes, I know. But a Jag?”

“Could have been worse,” Watari remarked, coming out of the bedroom. “Could have been a Lotus or a Lamborghini. At least she has good taste in cars. And in men,” he said grinning as he wrapped both arms around Blaze's waist.

Tatsumi made an annoyed sound through his nose. “I see your point but . . .”

“Chiro, will you please relax. I have enough money to let the three of us live comfortably for the rest of our afterlives,” Blaze said. “Even with Honey blowing himself up on a weekly basis.”

“Hey! It isn't every week.”

“Hmmm. Every other week, then,” she said, tilting her head back against his chest and smiling up at him.

“It's the principal of the thing, Blaze.”

“And he doesn't like the thought of being a kept man,” Watari said.

“Yutaka!”

“Well, it's true.”

“Okay, boys. I have to get to work. I shouldn't be late tonight. Love you,” she said, kissing both of them before phasing out of sight.

“Yutaka,” Tatsumi said after a minute of staring at the spot where Blaze had been. “Do you get the feeling she isn't telling us something?”

Watari laughed. “I get the feeling she isn't telling us a great many things. Probably for our own safety. You know how protective she is. Especially after that last round we went through.”

“Yes. It just feels very strange to be left out of a rather large part of our wife's life.”

Watari put his arms around Tatsumi's shoulders. “Sei, I think you forget sometimes just who and what she is. Just because she's wonderful with us does not mean she is with anyone else. There are very valid reasons why most are afraid of her. She's lethal on levels you and I couldn't even begin to comprehend most days. I'm sure there are things she needs to do and has done over the centuries in order to get the job done that she isn't proud of. Her reputation is worse than yours in certain ways.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You have a reputation for being utterly ruthless, Sei. You know that and take pride in it. And so does she because she has the same rep. It's why you work so well together. You're both hard driven, manipulative, and utterly vicious when it comes to getting something done. It's also the reason you two need me in the mix. You'd kill each other.”

Tatsumi laughed and ran his hands through Watari's hair. “You're probably right there. I wish she trusted us enough to tell us what's going on.”

“She does trust us. And she wants us to trust her to know what she's doing. Just leave it. When and if she wants to tell us about these things, she will.”

“I'd like to know what she's up to when she bounces back and forth between here and the States. The Red Shaman group that she works with isn't affiliated with any of the offices. I know, I checked,” Tatsumi said thoughtfully.

Watari sighed. “Our own little control freak.”

 

 

 

Blaze dropped her keys on the hallway table upon arriving at her house in the Chicago suburbs. She listened intently for any noises or signs of life coming from within. Hearing the television on in the living room she headed that way.

“Anyone home?” she called into the living room, not seeing anyone but definitely feeling a presence there.

“Just me,” said a voice from the depths of the couch. One slender, pale hand waved to her from over the top of the sofa. “Ghost is napping and the rest are out for the moment.”

“And how are you today, Sunny?” she said, peering over the top of the couch.

“Hmmm,” the lithe figure almost purred, stretching and rolling to a sitting position. Laying lean arms along the back side of the sofa. “Far better than you evidently are, powerful one. Fight with one of the husbands?”

“Not exactly. Stop calling me that.”

“The truth simply is. No matter how one may wish to change it,” Sunny said, flipping over and stretching long arms and legs to their fullest extent. “The fact is you are incredibly powerful.”

“You sound just like Honey. And the fact is that you should have been a girl,” she said laughing and wrapping a long strawberry blonde lock of his hair around her fingers.

“Possibly. Are we playing with Schwarz when the others get back?”

“I think so. Schwarz is so much easier than Weiss. At least we can give them orders outright rather than playing head games.”

“But we play head games with them as well, fraai,” he said, pressing his cheek into the hand holding his hair. “And it's so much fun to watch Star drool over Berserker as he's being your lapdog.”

Her lips twitched up into a smile. “There is that amusing little side effect.”

“Speaking of side effects, care to tell me why you pulled the little Weiss kitten back from the great beyond?”

“Because it wasn't his time yet. Not everything I do is for manipulative purposes, Sunny,” she said, unwinding her fingers from his hair.

His green eyes narrowed a bit and she could almost feel him trying to read her. “Bombay isn't Hisoka, no matter how much they may feel and look similar, Goddess. You didn't save Hisoka by bringing Bombay back from the dead,” he said gently. “It seems like you've lost your heart and at the same time found the missing pieces of your soul.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” he said, getting up from the couch. “You always were so much more protective of your boys than you ever were of your girls.”

“That's because my girls usually don't need protecting.”

“The men you surround yourself with are far stronger than you think they are. Everyone needs to be protected once in a while no matter how powerful, Goddess. Even you,” he said, turning toward the kitchen. “Do you want something to eat?”

“No. Not right now,” she said, watching him as he walked away. She wondered what he had meant by that last comment.

 

 

*****************************Author's Notes*******************************************

 

Fraai is Dutch for beautiful or fine. In this context it is used for beautiful.