Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ On Saturday Morning ( Chapter 9 )

 

Blaze vaguely heard the chirp of the cell phone and opened one eye to glare menacingly at the offending instrument of irritating technology. She reached over Watari and lay flopped across his chest as she looked at the incoming calls screen. She groaned and punched the answer button.

 

“What?” she asked sleepily.

 

“Sorry to bother you when it's so early over there, Gran. But the boys came through with some information you'll be interested in hearing,” Star said on the other end of the line.

 

“Okay. Shoot,” she yawned. Watari stretched and looked at her curiously. “It's work,” she mouthed. He rolled his eyes and reached across the bed to poke Tatsumi awake. Tatsumi rolled over and tried to bat his hand away, dragging the pillow over his head.

 

“It seems like there are connections to all of the groups as well as the facilities. Omi and Nagi both are working on breaking into the security systems and digging into the websites linked to the groups,” Star said.

 

“Great. Let me know when one of them gets into the security systems. We'll need to know that. What about the websites?”

 

“They're password protected. Coded better than most of the government databases. Has to be something major going on in that area. No one codes like that unless it's something they really don't want outsiders to see.”

 

“We really need in then. It could give us some major clues as to what we're dealing with. It will also let us know whether or not we need to get involved in this or if we can just let the boys handle it.”

 

Watari half sat up, dislodging Blaze from his chest and whipped the pillow off of Tatsumi's head then hit him with it. “She's on the phone with work.”

 

“Oh, no you don't,” Tatsumi said, rolling back over and grabbing the cell phone out of Blaze's hand. “Which one is this?”

 

“Um. This is Star.”

 

“Sorry to interrupt what is no doubt a fascinating informational call. Is anyone dead again?”

 

“No.”

 

“In any imminent danger of being dead again?”

 

“No.”

 

“Any major catastrophes of any kind on that end?”

 

“Not that I know of.”

 

“Any reason what so ever that she needs to be there in person within the next twenty four hours or more?”

 

“Not really.”

 

“Then we'll give her back to you sometime tomorrow. Maybe. Have a good day,” he said, before hanging up and pitching the cell through the open bedroom door into the living room.

 

“Chiro, if it's broken, you're buying me a new cell phone.”

 

“I doubt you'll have any need for it the rest of the day,” he said, grinning menacingly down at her.

 

 

 

Star stared at the phone in her hand for a full minute before she started laughing.

 

“What's so funny?” Skye asked, looking at her sister as if she'd lost her mind.

 

“I think I just got told to screw off and die.”

 

“By whom?”

 

“The suit.”

 

“I told you it could wait.”

 

“It's going to have to at this point. I'm pretty sure Gran is going to be otherwise occupied for at least the rest of the day,” Star said smirking.

 

“Gods I did not need that visual rolling around in my brain.”

 

“Could have been worse. I could have made some comment about the deep seated need to see Abyssinian and Balinese together in handcuffs with jell-o and whipped cream.”

 

“Don't talk to me for the rest of the day.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I'm trying to hold that visual.”

 

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

 

Sorry about this one. It rolled around in my brain until four a.m. and wouldn't go away until I put it to computer.