Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Italian Takeout? ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, if I did, then the designs in Gluhen would never have happened . . . I also don't own Yami no Matsuei. This fic is only done for fun and to relieve my boredom . . . Don't bother suing me, most that you would get is dryer lint.

Warning: This is a Yaoi fic. . . that means wonderful m/m action, if this offends anyone here, then get out of my site. I didn't force you to come here. If this offends the sensibilities of any parents, then you should be looking after your kids better and not using the computer as a babysitter.

On to the fanfiction. . .

Troubled Times.

Part two.

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On the way to the Takatori building, a new donut shop is visible in the distance. "Can we stop there for a moment? They have a drive-through."

"Sure..." Schu pulled into the driveway and around to the window. "What do you want?"

"Do they have the crème filled ones with sprinkles?"

"I'm sure they do... do you want coffee too?"

"Yes please."

"Alright. We'll take one of the cream with sprinkles... a couple glazed, and one chocolate cake, and two cups of coffee, cream and sugar."

After the donuts have been paid for and 'surrendered' to the two gentlemen (and we use this phrase loosely in one case) Schuldig gets the visual snack of watching as Watari happily licks some of the crème filling from his lips. . . He is hard pressed to concentrate on his driving... given the distraction beside him...

Just as he finishes with the donut, Watari's cellphone rings. . . . "Moshi moshi. . . Aki-kun how are. . . . calm down. What happened. . . calm down. I can't understand you if you don't calm down and tell me what happened."

Schuldig pulls into the parking garage and into his space. He notes that Crawford's car was already there... as was Takatori's. They were going to give him hell for being late again. Oh well... the view was worth it.

"Accident? What kind of. . . Oh my. How bad is it? . . . . . They're still looking for his . . . . "

Schu turned off the car and looked over at his guest. It didn't sound good... whatever was going on.

"What attacked him? . . . . . that explains it. . . . Did they manage to recover the. . . . Alright. Nanjiro is still conscious, right? ... ... Put a tourniquet on his arm, that should slow the blood flow somewhat, and keep him conscious to make sure there aren't any more surprises. Call up Wakaba, let her know what happened and I'll be there as quickly as I can." Flipping the phone shut, Watari looks at Schuldig. "Thanks for the donuts and coffee. . . but an emergency has come up somewhat abruptly."

"I can tell... do you need me to tell anyone inside?"

"Thanks, would you let my supervisor know that I cannot make it during the morning shift, and that I'll try to be here for the afternoon?"

"Sure... go do what you need to do... I'll let them know."

"Thanks for the help." With that, the blonde gets out of the car, and oddly enough, the instant that he is out of sight Schuldig loses touch with the blonde's mind. Almost as if Watari had just literally dropped off the face of the world.

Schu added it to the list of strange things to find out about Watari... and headed into the building.

When he is telling Watari's supervisor about the man's absence, a great disturbance occurs in the laboratory. . . . an unexpected reaction occurred in the experimental group of lab rats, their fur has turned blue as a consequence of the new formula that was included in their food.

Shaking his head in amusement, cause the blond had been correct after all. He leaves the scientists scurrying around and goes up to the head office.

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Arriving back in Meifu, Watari dashes to the medical unit. . . even if they can heal almost instantly, Nan-kun will not appreciate having to spend the rest of his afterlife missing an arm.

Nanjiro is pale, face contorted with pain as Watari enters. The lower section of his arm is laying in a shallow tray on the examination table beside him. He looks at the blond with agony in his eyes. "Please tell me you can fix this..."

Moving next to the boy, Watari starts inspecting the damage, "I can put your arm back on, but it will take a few days to know if you will regain full use of the appendage."

"I'll be happy to keep my arm... ITAI!!! Sorry..."

The next few hours seem to both whirl past and creep at an excruciatingly slow pace as Watari goes about the tedious task of lining up ligaments and muscles, as well as ensuring that the boy's own healing process doesn't interfere with the enormous task before him. By the time he has finished, and putting a cast on the now unconscious boy, the clock reads 2pm.

Watari stretches... neck, shoulders and back all tight from the long hours of intense concentration. "Is he going to be okay?" Wakaba asked from the other side of the room.

"I hope so. . . we won't know for certain for at least another few days whether or not the arm attached correctly. If not, then it will be painfully obvious that I'll need to remove it."

She sighed. "Poor Nan-kun..." Wakaba sat next to his bed, brushing a few stray hairs from his face.

"Stay with him. . . I need to get back."

"Okay."

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Just as suddenly as Schu lost Watari, the blonde's mind re-appears as quickly as it had disappeared that morning. . . . the only difference is that the red head can feel how drained his hopefully-soon-to-be-lover is.

Crawford notices his momentary distraction. /What is it?/

/My current source of amusement just re-appeared./

/Ah... and do you suppose you could keep your attention on your work for a little longer?/

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What surprises Nagi the most is when he notices someone hacking in Takatori's system. . . whomever the hacker is, they are good, and just seem to be looking through different sorts of files as if they are calmly searching for some specific information. He frowns... and concentrates on blocking the hacker... it was his job after all. Getting somewhat frustrated when the person just slips past the blocks that he puts in the way.

He growls... and starts to activate the other countermeasures he had programmed previously. They wouldn't hold forever... but they would give him time to come up with something else. It's almost alarming when he notices that the entire hard-drive from his own computer has just been copied. . . . Now he was getting angry... this was HIS computer. He focused on WHERE the hacker was working from...

Narrowing down his search field, he finds out why it was so difficult to restrict the hacker. . . . this guy is on their network. . . . the computer he is working from is in the building, but doing an incredible job of masking itself and borrowing the processor power from several others in almost every department and floor of the building.

Now that he had a better idea what he was working with... Nagi started to seriously search for the culprit. He let his automatic programs keep trying to block the hacker, hopefully distracting him, as Nagi switched to another computer to track the thief. Without warning, the hacker leaves. Desperately, Nagi tried to finish tracing the connection. Only to come up with out a single trace that the hacker even existed. . . .

Nagi screamed (quietly) in frustration. He was ready to pull his hair out. Not only did the jerk get into his computer and copy some highly sensitive information... but they did it from the building's own system! And without him getting a fix on them. He leaned over and thumped his head on the desk.

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Schuldig arrives in the lab just in time to see Watari putting the last of the cleaning materials away. . .

"Did things go okay this morning?"

"The doctor's aren't sure yet. . . "

"Ah... sorry to hear that... is it a friend or family? It's not your sister is it?"

For an instant, Schuldig picks up on the confusion caused by fatigue, sister? Oh, right. . . Wakaba Kannuki is supposed to be my sister. "No. . . Wakaba-chan is fine. . . . it was a good friend of hers that was hospitalized. Nanjiro, poor kid has had it hard enough without this to complicate his life."

"Ah... you seem very tired... I was going to ask you out to dinner, but you would probably rather go home."

"Depends on what kind of food is on the menu," Watari quips back with a smile.

"Well... since you're tired... you chose." He smirked.

Delicately clasping his hands in front of him, the blonde responds with a tired smile, "Italian?"

"Why am I not surprised... do you want to go to the restaurant or get take out?"

It takes Watari all of a nanosecond to answer. . . "Why don't we do take-out."

"Okay... I'll call, anything in particular you want, we can pick it up on the way home..."

"Anything you chose is fine with me. . . "

"Okay." Whipping out his cellphone, Schu quickly dials up an Italian take out place Brad liked for nights when Nagi was too tired or too sick to cook. He placed the order, including bread with olive oil and herbs, dessert, and a bottle of a good red wine he liked. "Okay... by the time we get there it will be ready. Are you ready to go?"

"Hei, just need to pick up my coat. . . "

"Okay. By the way... are we going back to your place... I didn't even think to ask..."

"My place. . . It should be more convenient, I just hope that you don't mind the clutter."

"Are you kidding? You should see my room... Okay... let's go..."

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With the food in-hand, the two head back to the apartment that Watari shares with his 'sister'. . . . Walking into the small but cozy apartment, Schuldig can hardly believe that two people live here. . . .at least comparing it to the large penthouse he shares with Brad, Nagi and Farf. . . the place is tiny. On one side of what pretends to be a living room is a small bookcase nearly overloaded with books, next to it is a CD stand. . . judging by the music there, it must be a combination of both their tastes. Sitting on a counter that separates the dining area (if one could even call it that) is a laptop with an OS that Schuldig can't readily identify. Though for the most part, its somewhat obvious that Watari has let Wakaba deal with decorations. . . the scientist not really caring one way or another about how their apartment looks.

Schu sets the food on the counter. "I'm guessing you let your sister decorate..."

"As long as she doesn't touch my computer, I'm happy," not that it really matters since we will be leaving Tokyo and going back to our respective blocks soon. "Was it that obvious?"

"Yeah... but that's okay... I'm not big on the decorating thing either. You got plates around here? Or do we eat out of the cartons?"

Wandering into the kitchenette, Watari fishes down a set of plates and to Schuldig's delight also pulls out a set of cutlery instead of chopsticks. "This better?"

"Much... and you even have normal eating utensils." The redhead winked and started to pull out the food.

"Normal eating utensils? Sorry, chopsticks are normal. . . I'm just more used to eating Italian with western utensils."

Schu laughed and pulled the cork out of the wine. "Something to drink? It goes nicely with the dishes."

Reaching up into a cabinet, Watari searches for a set of wine glasses. . . and comes up empty handed. . . "There aren't any appropriate glasses up here." Shoot, we never brought any with us. . . but that is easily fixed. "There should be a set still packed up in the back. . . "

"Anything will work. You're tired... functional is fine."

"I'm Japanese. . . functional is not an option. . . appearance is also important. It'll only take a moment to find them, I know exactly what box they should be in."

"Okay... I'll dish everything out."

Disappearing a moment into another room, Watari comes back in carrying a set of delicate wine glasses. Heading over to the sink, he rinses out the glasses that Schuldig knows he didn't have before. . . so where did those two things appear from? Maybe if he got Watari a little drunk...

Drying off the glasses, he hands them over to Schuldig, "They were right on top. . . . there are still a few things that Wakaba and I still haven't bothered to unpack yet."

"Ah... where did you two move from?" He pours the wine and hands a glass to the blond.

Taking the glass, Watari takes a sip, "We moved here from Kyoto. . . "

"Ah... nice place... but your accent is from Osaka?" He started to eat, as if making idle conversation.

"I was born in Kyoto, but spent several years in Osaka where I acquired this southern accent."

"Oh... how's the food? I made sure to get you the oil and herbs for your bread..."

"The food is good. Though you don't have to keep filling my glass so quickly. . . "

"Oh... sorry... force of habit I guess..."

"Are you certain that you aren't Japanese?" Watari comments while drinking down about one third of the cup.

"I've spent several years here... mostly working for Takatori, I'm used to his kind of dinner parties. Talk about a guy who can drink like a fish..."

"I cannot imagine you sitting there patiently refilling Takatori's glass. . . "

"Oh... I don't like it... but sometimes it happens. Usually my boss is next to Takatori and I get to wander around."

"I do not envy you."

"It's not fun... how's dinner?"

"It's good. . . this pasta is almost to par with the one served at my favorite restaurant in Kyoto. . . " where I stop everyday when I have a break from my rounds there.

Rounds hmm... "Do you miss Kyoto?"

"There are certain things that I miss. . . mostly my friends." What friends. . . it's a little bit difficult to keep friends without them figuring something is not right.

"Yeah... I understand. It's hard moving around. How does your sister deal with it?"

"She usually makes friends rather easily." How many different schools has she been enrolled in over the years?

"Ah... Luckier than Nagi then. Have you been out of school long?"

A slight reddening of his cheeks gives Schuldig the visual indicator that Watari is far from sober. . . . "Not that long actually, I was surprised that I was hired to work at such an advanced laboratory. . . " it would have been nice to be at my graduation instead of in the hospital attached to life-support.

"At the hospital... what happened..." time to start slipping in what I, 'hear'.

Watari leans closer to the table, playing a little with the stem of the half-full wine glass, "I was chased into an alley. . . my right arm was broken, as well as five ribs. . . . two on the right side and three on the left. Both my legs were nearly shattered and my back was dislocated." I don't want to think about what else happened. . .

"Damn... that... that's horrible... how long ago?"

"Years and years ago. . . "

"You look like you've recovered well... What did your sister think?"

"Sometimes I wonder about that..." was Wakaba even born then?

"Your sister's friend this morning... where was he? You vanished pretty quick..."

"Nanjiro? He was in the medical center. . . " Looking up with heavy lidded eyes, Watari gives a warm smile as he rests his head in his arms.

"The medical center? What did the doctor's say about him?"

"It'll be a few days before I know whether or not his arm will heal. . . "

"What happened to it?" Schu was carefully filing away all information to share with Nagi later.

"He lost it."

"Lost it... as in... amputated?"

Pointing to a spot some two inches below his elbow Watari comments, "from about there, it was gone."

"What happened? Accident?"

"Some one decided to set their pets on him."

"That's nasty. People should keep their dogs chained up..."

"They should." I don't believe that dragons fall into the canine species. . . those are drakus.

"We're they able to reattach the arm?"

"Yes. . . there shouldn't be much of a problem now. . ." everything went just the way it was supposed to. . .

"That's good... is your sister staying with him?"

"I asked her to stay with him... in case there was anything that he needed."

"So... you're all alone tonight?"

"As far as I know."

"Really?" Devilish smirk...

"Hei." Sitting back up, Watari halfway wonders why Schuldig is looking at him like that, and when the redhead got so close. . . Schu leans in a little closer... and tries to steal a kiss. A slight gasp escapes the scientist's lips when he feels Schuldig's warm mouth on his. . .

The redhead takes the opportunity presented to slip his tongue into the blonde's warm mouth...

Resting his hand on Schuldig's shoulder, Watari gives himself a little support as he starts to respond to the kiss and begins sucking on the tongue in his mouth. Pleased by the man's acceptance, the German wraps his arms around the blond, pulling his closer.

A little voice in the back of Watari's mind alerts him that he is now sitting in the German's lap, and there are a few more angles there than there should be, moaning a bit into the kiss he ignores the voice.

"Can we... take this... to the bedroom?" Schu manages to ask, really wanting to lay the blond out in all his glory.

"Hu?" The words barely penetrate the blonde's mind as he tries to go back to kissing. . .

Schu maneuvers the scientist into his arms... then stands with him, intending to find the bedroom himself. On the second try, Schuldig finds what he would hope is Watari's room. . . not that it really matters, there's a bed.

He sets the blond down on the bed... and his fingers start in on the buttons of the man's shirt, never giving up the kiss. It's amazing the vast array of cute little noises that Watari can make around a kiss. . . Eventually the shirt is completely unbuttoned, and the blonde's breathing has taken up a huskier tone. Ducking his head... Schu starts a thorough investigation of the bared flesh of Watari's chest.

Hazel eyes slide shut as a low moan can be heard from Watari. . . The redhead nuzzled one rosy nipple...

Lying there with Schuldig firmly pressed in the space between his legs, Watari shivers a little as his nipples are deliciously assaulted... and pushes any discomfort further down in his consciousness. The redhead starts to worm one hand down, inside the blonde's pants...

"Ah. . . " Watari's legs try to close, only to be prevented by Schuldig resting there. . . without realizing it, his back starts to arch. . . Schuldig moans as the motion rubs his swelling erection.

Watari's hand entwined with his starts to let Schuldig realize that the blonde might be a little stronger than he thought. . . as the grip begins to strengthen. Schu pulls back a bit... trying to get his hand free... Coming a little bit back to his senses, Watari mutters a slight apology and releases Schu's hand. . .

"S'ok..." he mutters and resumes his explorations.

Hips flexing, the blonde lets himself lose himself in the sensations that Schuldig is sending through his body. . . Nimbly... the redhead undoes the blonde's pants, opening them for better access. A gasp is heard as the cool air hits Watari's throbbing erection. . . Schu wraps his fingers around that column of flesh and starts to pump gently.

Slipping the rest of the way out of his shirt, Watari once again quiets down and ignores that disconcerting feeling that is trying to steal over him.

The redhead takes the opportunity to slip out of his own clothing, taking out a couple things from the pocket of his shirt. Reaching up, Watari tries to bring Schuldig closer so he can get a chance to go after those lips again. . .

Happy to do anything the blond might want... Schu leans in to let him reclaim his mouth again. Squirming a bit, his legs end up wrapping themselves around Schuldig. . . the redhead pumps his hips involuntarily, rubbing their erections against each other.

Somewhere in the back of Watari's mind, the disconcert over being pinned in this particular position starts to grow. . . . and he continues to try and push the feeling aside and concentrate on Schuldig.