Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Killer Queens ( Chapter 43 )

She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In A pretty cabinet

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice

At anytime an invitation

You can't decline.

 

 

“Edana.”

 

Blaze looked around for the voice calling her name. Everyone else in the room seemed to be staring at the woman in the floor length dark cloak who had suddenly appeared from nowhere.

 

Blaze inclined her head to the new comer and walked over to her. Curling copper colored hair could be seen peeking around the edges of the hood.

 

“Sister. What brings you here?” Blaze asked, hugging her then stepping back.

 

“Messages from our father and brothers. As they are not free at the moment to come themselves, I have been asked to relay the messages.”

 

Blaze nodded and waited for her to continue.

 

“Your mother is aware that it is . . . possible . . . there will be a . . . departure tonight.”

 

Blaze nodded again. “I am aware of that also. Why would Mother be interested?”

 

A faint smiled played over the other woman's lips.

 

“Because, he belongs to her.”

 

Blaze blinked, startled for a moment by this piece of news. “I see.”

 

“One other thing. Your friend, the one who wishes to perish, it is not due to his exhaustion at being in this realm. There are other motives behind it.”

 

“I understand, Sister. Thank you for bringing the messages to me,” Blaze said and hugged the other woman again. “Will you stay a while?”

 

The other woman shook her head. “I can not. My duties are elsewhere.”

 

“As you wish. You always have the hospitality of my home, wherever that may be.”

 

“I am aware,” the other woman said and in that instant vanished as quickly as she had come.

 

“Gran?” Star said. “Was that who I think it was?”

 

“Yes,” Blaze said, smiling slightly. “That was the ruler of Niflheim.”

 

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She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

 

“Schu, would you come and zip me up, please,” Skye called from the bathroom.

 

“Sure give me just a sec . . . mein Gott!” he said, standing in the bathroom doorway blinking in surprise.

 

She looked over her shoulder at him. “What?”

 

“You know, I could get to seriously like women if you keep wearing things like this.”

 

“Very funny. Just come here and zip me.”

 

“Your wish is my command, Princess.”

 

“Has Star been messing with your neuropathways?”

 

“Not that I know of? Why?”

 

“I think you're losing your mind.”

 

He shrugged. “Seems like the perfect time to do that.”

 

“Not funny,” she said and felt the zipper being pulled up on the dress.

 

“How do you breathe in this thing?”

 

She laughed. “Darlin', I got laced into a corset every day from the time I was ten until I was twenty six. This is nothing compared to that torture.” She turned around to face him. “Well? What do you think?”

 

He dropped a kiss onto one of her bared shoulders. “I think every straight man in the room will forget how to breathe.”

 

“You're sweet.”

 

“Not really, that's just the truth.”

 

“Thank you. Now could you get the black velvet case on the dresser for me, please?”

 

“Certainly,” he said, leaving for a moment and then coming back with the case in hand. “What is it?”

 

She smiled a little and opened the case. Schuldig was nearly blinded by the flash of diamonds and sapphires.

 

“These were my twenty first birthday gift,” she said, lifting the necklace gently from it's bed of crushed velvet and handing it to him.

 

“These are real, aren't they,” he said.

 

“Oh, yes. They certainly are. Star has a similar set that are emeralds.”

 

“Who gave you these?”

 

“The earrings and bracelet are from Mama, she had them specially made after I was given the necklace,” she said, lifting her hair out of the way so he could attach the clasp of the necklace. “The necklace was from my husband.”

 

Schuldig was quiet for a minute. He'd never heard her say anything about her husband other than he'd been killed in the first part of the American Civil War. She must have caught the thought because she smiled up at him.

 

“Don't worry, Schu. It doesn't bother me. I didn't love him and he didn't really love me either. We married because it was expected of us. Our families had known eachother forever. We were all of fifteen at the time, so we did what we were told to.”

 

“Scheisse, that was cold of your parents.”

 

Skye shrugged. “It was the custom of the time. He wasn't a bad man, Schu. He and I fit a lot better than some of the other couples we knew.”

 

“What about Star?”

 

Every line of Skye's body suddenly went tight. “If I had been then as I am now, I would have killed him myself. Slowly.”

 

“That bad?”

 

“Worse than you could ever imagine. I do share one particular trait with Goddess.”

 

“What trait is that?”

 

“No one harms what's mine.”

 

Did you read it in the paper
'Bout the danger comin' your way
She'll tear you up at midnite
Killer on the loose get out of her way

Schuldig stood at the top of the staircase grinning at the other men assembled in the foyer of the Red Shaman house. Thinking that he, Farf and Crawford had to be the most conspicuous of the group. He had flat out refused to wear a tux so Skye had suggested something a bit more fun. He was wearing a dark blue pinstriped zoot suit complete with fedora, chained pocket watch and wing tips. Farf was wearing a black leather tux, of all things, added to it was a red leather cummerbund that no doubt housed several sharp and pointy objects and highly polished black boots. Crawford was, naturally, wearing a white silk tux which stood out prominently in the sea of black.

 

Schu cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, if I may have you attention.”

 

Everyone looked up at him expectantly.

 

“It gives me great pleasure to present to you, killer queens,” he said, bowing and sweeping a hand toward the three women who had come to the edge of the landing. Skye laughed and took his hand.

 

“Killer queens, huh. I think I like it.”

 

“Can't think of anything else that would suit the three of you any better.”

 

terrorizin' dream
Lock the door tonight
She's got it all she can walk thru a wall
Better run for your life

 

“Close your mouths, boys,” Blaze said starting down the stairs, red and gold silk sweeping behind her. “You act like none of you have ever seen a woman before.”

 

 

She's a killer at large
lock your door
She knows where you are

 

“Kind of hard to focus on the fact that the three of you are some of the most effective killers in the known universe just now,” Sunny said. Staring openly at Skye, who's royal blue evening gown almost matched Schuldig's suit perfectly.

 

“That's because the blood isn't going to the head you think with,” Farf said jokingly. “Well, maybe it is going to the one you usually think with.”

 

Sunny slapped him in the back of the head good naturedly. “Someone explain to me again why Goddess is with Oracle tonight,” he said.

 

Farf rolled his eyes impatiently. “Because, they match each other better than any of the rest of us. They can at least discuss Dom Perignon and know what the hell they're talking about. Any of the rest of us would be lost in those circles. It's why they're targeting the seriously high ranks tonight. They can blend in.”

 

Yohji leaned on Aya's shoulder. “You know, I could almost be convinced to like women again at this point.” Aya glared at him. “Just kidding, love. Just kidding.”

 

“What about your ring, Gran?” Star said.

 

“What about it?” Blaze said, looking down at her wedding ring and suddenly wanting her husbands with her.

 

“It's really noticeable,” Star pointed out.

 

“I'll glamour it before we go in. Because I'm not taking it off.”

 

Star held her hands in front of her in a placating gesture. “I'm just saying. No need to get all pissy about it.”

 

“I wasn't being pissy. I'll have to glamour my hands too,” she said.

 

“Why?” Crawford asked, trying desperately to find something to distract him from leering at Schuldig.

 

“She worked all of her life. Helped harvest fields, was trained as a warrior,” Farf said, coming over to Blaze and taking one of her hands in his and looking intensely at the calluses. “Her hands have been through a lot.”

 

She smiled at him. “Yes. They certainly have been.”

 

“What are we doing now?” Ken asked, taking Star by the arm.

 

“Waiting on three teenagers who have a lot riding on them,” Blaze said.

 

 

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

 

As always: Huggles and love to the members of Assassin's Anonymous. Love you all.

Thanks to everyone who's reviewed and is still reading. I really appreciate it.

 

The songs used in this chapter are naturally: Killer Queen by Queen and Midnite Maniac by Krokus. Both were of course used without permission. Making no money from them. Yadda, yadda, yadda.