Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Itch ( Chapter 47 )

 

“Aya, what the hell is wrong with you?” Yohji asked, noticing his lover twitching. He put an arm around his shoulders and pulled Aya against his side.

 

“I feel like I'm going to come out of my skin at any minute,” Aya said, shifting his shoulders a little. He itched. But it felt like it was coming from inside of his body rather than due to any outside influences.

 

“It's the penguin suits. I feel like a waiter in this thing,” Yohji said, looking mildly disgusted at his attire. “I'd rather be in club clothes.”

 

“I'd rather you be in no clothes,” Aya said, smiling slightly.

 

“That's even better.”

 

“I don't think that's the problem.”

 

“Sure as hell can't be nerves. Are you sure you aren't coming down with something?”

 

“I don't feel sick just . . . strange.”

 

Star? Skye? Any of you know what's going on with Aya?

 

No clue, babe, Star said. Sis, can you scan him?

 

That's a stupid question, Skye replied. They a waited a moment while Skye ran a sonic diagnostic of Aya's system. As far as I can tell, he's one of the most disgustingly healthy human beings I've ever met.

 

No great surprise there.

 

He's just a fucking whiner, was Schu's remark.

 

Be nice, Schu, Skye warned him.

 

What the hell for?

 

Knock it off, all of you, Sunny said. Things are going to start getting interesting downstairs soon and I don't want to leave the kids hanging because the black and white portions of the group are sniping at eachother.

 

Damn, it's scary when Sunny points out something logical and relevant to a mission, Star said.

 

Fuck you, was Sunny's response.

 

I think you're aiming at the wrong twin, hon.

 

Star!

 

Chicken shit. Probably a good thing Gran is finally here.

 

Blaze and Crawford walked into the room as though they owned it. Looking for all the world like an ultra rich, extremely bored couple. Blaze ran a scan of the room to find where her people were and found two other individuals whom she had specifically told not to be there. They worked the room, pausing to make light conversation with the lower political ranks before targeting the ones they were there for.

 

They stood talking to two of their main targets. The highest ranking government official there and head of the group that had organized the party. Crawford had one arm wrapped around Blaze's shoulders, absently stroking the skin of her upper arm.

 

“Crawford-san, you wife is incredibly lovely. Would you be willing to part with her for the evening?” one of them said, half joking, half seriously.

 

“Oh, no,” Crawford said, smiling down at her. “I don't think I could let her out of my sight for more than a few minutes.”

 

Blaze smiled her most seductive smile at him. “You're so sweet, darling,” she said stretching up to place a light kiss on his lips.

 

 

Tatsumi watched the scene from the bar. He was trying his best to control the urge to have the shadows swallow Crawford permanently. His fingers tightened on the glass he was holding as he watched Crawford's arms wrap around Blaze and pull her closer to him.

 

“You're going to snap that wine glass in a minute, Sei,” Watari pointed out to him. He took the glass out of his hand before he could break it or throw it at Crawford from across the room. For some reason he had no doubt that it would have hit the other man. “Stop being so jealous. She's on assignment for gods' sake. He loves the redhead who thinks you're the hottest thing short of Death Valley. Which is true, of course.”

 

“What's true?” Tatsumi said, glancing distractedly over his shoulder at Blaze then focusing on Watari.

 

Watari chuckled. “You are the hottest thing short of Death Valley.”

 

Tatsumi stared blankly at his husband for a moment. “Thank you. I think. I don't like some other man having his hands all over our wife is all.”

 

“It isn't like she's going to leave us for him.”

 

Tatsumi snorted. “I would hope not.” He paused for a minute as the feeling of being watched intensified. “Yutaka, do you feel like we're being watched?”

 

Watari shook his head. “Nope. Why? Are you feeling it?”

 

“Yes. It feels familiar. But in an odd way.”

 

Watari's eyebrows shot up. “How so?”

 

“Like it's someone I know extremely well but haven't been around in a long time.”

 

“Weird. Anyone who knew you when you were alive would be long gone by now, Sei.”

 

“I know that. But I can't shake the feeling.”

 

They were startled but not terribly surprised to feel a hand come down hard on either of their shoulders. Both turned around to look at their wife, who was utterly livid.