Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ A Demon in the Arms of a Twit. ( Chapter 5 )

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 five.

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Looking up at Schuldig, then back to the photo on the computer monitor, Nagi sighs. "That photo is from the 70's."

"What? You're kidding me..."

Scrolling the image down, the boy points out the caption. . . 'Chemistry club '71. Right to left: Kinsha Meiko, Shun Val, Watari Yutaka, Hayato Kiyoto.'

"I'll be... hmmm... maybe he found the fountain of youth or something..."

"Watari is also listed as deceased."

"Whoa... okay... this is weird..."

"There is a chance that he did find a way to make himself younger. . . faking a death isn't difficult."

"True... look at us... and those old geezers in charge... you can bet their a lot older than 70..."

Without warning, the owl icon flashes at Nagi. . .

bb_green_eye: morning! ^__^
NNadmin: morning
pink_lady: blue, who's nn?
bb_green_eye: an L that hack miko's comp. . . . owlchat instal itself. he's okay.
NNadmin: L?
bb_green_eye: L means you aren't S.
pink_lady: nice to meet you NN. *bows*
NNadmin: hello... oh... and since I don't know what S is... *shrugs*
pink_lady: we're the 1's that go bump in the night. lol
bb_green_eye: maybe you. . . not me. i have better things to do than freak out L's. ^_~
NNadmin: thank you... i think
pink_lady: why is 001, 002 and 003 upset?
bb_green_eye: 004 was in lab last night. . . they miss him.
pink_lady: np
NNadmin: is he planning to attack my computer again today... just so I can lay in a supply of aspirin ahead of time?
bb_green_eye: miko-chan would know.
pink_lady: NN comp<--- one that 004 copied hard drive from?! O.O
NNadmin: yes... *long suffering sigh*
bb_green_eye: yeah, why?
pink_lady: ...........
NNadmin: I can't really block him... but I have to make the effort so Mr. Anal-Retentive can't bitch (as much)
bb_green_eye: LOL
pink_lady: NN=Naoe Nagi?
NNadmin: hai... how did you know my name?
pink_lady: blue, 9 S were taken out by estet 50yr ago in swiss dept. 4 were elite S. NN=Estet. clear line.

**bb_green_eye has left the chat**

**pink_lady has left the chat**

Nagi frowned. "What the heck is going on?" He exited the chat program, disappointed.

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Walking through the corridors, lost yet again having turned left when he should have turned right a few hallways and turns ago. . . Watari bumps into Ran and Yohji preparing an arrangement for the party that night. "Gomen. . . " he says with a slight blush.

The taller blond smiles. "No problem... we're blocking traffic a bit here."

"I thought that the activity was taking place over in the keiken, not here?" Watari asks somewhat confused while smelling one of the roses.

The blond finished with the flower he was straightening and smiled again. "It is... these are the left over flowers."

"Rather lovely." Stepping out of the way, Watari lets a secretary pass by. "I'm certain that the ones at the keiken are just as impressive."

"We'd like to think so... ooh... sorry... the boss is giving me the evil eye for slacking."

Taking a look, the shinigami is nearly captivated by amethyst eyes. "Ah, gomen. . . Excuse me if I'm being rude, but do you have an ancestor named Tsuzuki?"

"I don't know."

"Ah, arigatou. . . "

From down the hallway they can hear a young girl yell at the scientist. . . "NIIIIISAN!!!!!!!!! You're lost again aren't you?"

Blushing furiously, Watari smiles and nods his head. The tall blond laughs and even the strange redhead smiles slightly as the girl comes running down the hall and latches onto Watari's arm.

"Haai. . . sorry if my brother is bothering you. . . " Wakaba manages to say between giggles.

"I was not bothering. . . Just commenting on how nice the floral arrangements are."

"Riiiight 'niisan. . . . when the lab you are supposed to be working in is on the other side of the building?"

The blond laughed. "No harm done... you really are lost, ne?"

Wrapping his arm affectionately around Wakaba's shoulders Watari just has to smile. "Just a little lost."

"He's always lost. My brother has absolutely no direction sense," she says while trying to tickle the older shinigami.

"Yohji." The redhead turned and walked away.

"Oh... sorry... we have to leave, more deliveries to do. It was nice talking to you."

The two shinigami step onto the elevator to head down to the lab, catching the same one that Schuldig was taking down to get some lunch for Nagi. With friendly smiles, both greet Schuldig. . .The redhead smiles back... but it looks a little forced. "I'm heading out to get food for the chibi."

"Schu, what's wrong?" Watari asks, looking concerned.

"Nagi got some unsettling news that's all. We're looking into it. What are you doing just coming in now?"

"Actually, I stepped out to get some files from a different department. . ."

"And he got lost." Wakaba chirps in cheerily.

Schu laughed, sounding much more like himself. "That's really lost... well... I better get going or the chibi won't eat." Out of the corner of his eye, Schuldig can see Wakaba giving some papers over to Watari with the older, than he previously thought, man commenting in a low voice, "Wasn't Takatori Masafumi listed as dead?" Schu hesitated... this could be interesting.

"But we have a clear paper trail to him, and everything that you have found points to him. . . and these girls." is the last thing he can hear as the doors to the elevator close. Lovely... couldn't the freak and his harem just disappear?

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After getting the food and stealing a flower from one of the arrangements, Schuldig heads back upstairs and gives the food over to Nagi. "Hey chibi. . . I need a favor."

"No... there are laws against that."

"Darn, and the rubber pants would have fit you perfectly too. . . "

Angsty sigh. "What's up?"

"Get the freak's little harem onto the tonight's guest list."

"Why? You hate them..."

"Do it and I'll tell you who 004 is." Schuldig says with a smirk.

Nagi actually smiled at that. "Honto ni?"

"Just as long as you don't raise even the slightest piece of lint against the guy."

The boy gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine... I'll do it..." He turned to his computer and started to type.

**********

At the party, Schrient saunters in looking as though they really didn't care one bit about having been invited to the occasion. Nestled in Tot's arms is a delicate looking antique doll with long curling hair and glass eyes that give anyone that looks directly at them the impression that the doll is staring back.

Nagi scowled at Schu. "Now I have to put up with them all evening." Right at that moment Tot spotted them and came running over.

"Nagi-kun!!! Tot gets to see you again!"

/Nagi, Brad says for you to behave yourself. . . he just got a nasty image of you losing it./

Nagi sighed and offered Tot his arm. "Do you want something to drink? That's a new doll isn't it?"

"Pappa gave it to Tot. Tot likes Elizabeth very much. Elizabeth comes from America. Does Nagi think Elizabeth is pretty?"

"I guess so." Actually he thought it was really creepy... but he wasn't going to say anything like that and upset her.

A sad look passes the turquoise hared girl's face. "But Elizabeth said I couldn't keep rabbi-kun."

"That's too bad... you had rabbi a long time." He directed her out onto one of the balconies. "The city looks pretty at night, don't you think?"

"The city is pretty, right Elizabeth?" Giggling Tot looks up at Nagi, "Elizabeth says that it is very pretty."

It must have been a trick of the light, but Nagi would have sworn that he saw that freaky doll turn its head to look at the lights too. He shivered, but decided it was only the night air. The doll wasn't alive... it just wasn't...

**********

Next to Scuhldig, Farfellow chuckles and looks to the German. "Fe fi fo fum. Aye smell the blood of yer blonde. He makes God weep."

"I'm sure he does... where is he?"

"Ye canne see him with yer eyes. . . . but he's there."

"Ah... any other, invisible friends of ours around?"

"Aye. His sister. They seem te be searchin' fer somethin."

"Okay... let me know if the situation changes... I have to do my sweep... damn security."

In the distance, Schuldig can see Bombay talking to Ouka before the girl runs off to talk to her father. How did the little spoor get in... well... with the princess obviously. But why? Did he have an idea who Takatori really was?

Obviously not. Standing there waiting like a sitting duck, Hirofumi finds him and drags the oblivious boy away before her 'Whine'ness can bring her daddy back to meet her little love interest.

Actually it was pretty amusing. He didn't know who she really was and vice versa... he could have a lot of fun with that. Hirofumi knew though... he should go see how THAT little conversation was going. Schuldig was still trying to figure out how this happened. . . but he got dragged into kidnapping the little brat right out from underneath Ouka's nose and helping his brother beat the living daylights out of the teen.

He kept track to make sure the jerk didn't go TOO far... Crawford still had a use for the kittens after all. Catching a glimmer of thought from outside... "They're here."

After a quick and rather enjoyable fight, Schuldig leaps from the window, "I've seen your faces, I'll have your lives."

He headed back to the party, this needed to be reported to Crawford. Weiss would be tied up with taking care of Bombay... [1]

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Heading back into the party Tot looks down at her doll, with a startled expression. "Elizabeth? Elizabeth what is wrong?! Elizabeth, don't be angry. . please. Tot loves you."

Nagi frowned. This was odd... even for Tot. "Is something wrong?"

Without warning, the door behind them slams shut. "Elizabeth. . . . stop. Tot is scared."

The young telekinetic was getting a little worried. He had almost lost an ankle when the door slammed. "Tot... maybe Elizabeth isn't good for you..."

"Evil people want to take Elizabeth from Tot. . ." On the other side of the room the table collapses breaking a woman's leg in the process.

Nagi eyed the doll with a bit of fear. "Tot... no one is going to touch Elizabeth... why don't we go upstairs where it's quieter..."

**********

Standing off to one side, Farf smiles eerily at Schuldig as the redhead re-enters the party. "Yer blondie spooked a demon in the arms of a twit."

"Twit?" He looked around... but didn't see anything.

"Aye, and the demon tried te harm Nagi. Nearly took the lad's foot off in the door. Didnae succeed. . . only reason tis still in one piece."

"Crap... where is Nagi... does Brad know?"

"Brad is tryin' te calm the koala and the bitch over the disappearance of her wee toy."

"Joy... shall we go find our chibi?"

**********

Nagi is trying to figure out what exactly happened. . . . He remembers taking Tot out of the main party room then suggesting that she put the doll down. That was more or less when the room tried to explode around him. Laying on the floor, he can hear Tot screaming and weeping, there's moisture around him, bringing his hand to his face he can see that he's laying in a pool of his own blood.

He tried to push himself to his knees... and failed miserably. He found even breathing was getting difficult. He coughed, choking a bit on some blood. /schu.../ He can feel someone lifting him. . . . opening his eyes he can see Watari holding him, shielding him as a wave of glass attacks, staining the scientist's white coat red. 'watari' He says... or tries to say. He's not really sure if his voice is working or not. Everything was getting really fuzzy.

Schuldig arrives in time to see Weiss pinned at one end of the hallway by anything and everything that wasn't nailed to the floor. . . .

His eyes widened... right before things started flying at him as well. "FUCK!!!"

In one glass paneled walls, Schuldig catches a glimpse of Watari and Wakaba. . . trying to protect a person that looks like they are losing too much blood for their own good. Hazel eyes look up and lock onto green, widening as they both notice the cracks starting in the glass. The instant that thing explodes outwards, Schuldig is certain that he is done for. . .

Blinking a bit, the German realizes that he is on the floor with someone on top of him.

Coughing, Watari tries to get up from having protected Schuldig from the glass. Glancing to the side, the blonde can see Weiss still trapped and getting more injured by the minute. . . . Schuldig looked around anxiously. "This is what you guys were here for... isn't it?"

"Exactly."

"Crap... so what do we need to do?"

"Get either myself or Wakaba close enough to seal that thing temporarily. . . "

"Okay... how do we manage that? If we can find Nagi... he can shield..."

"Wakaba is shielding him at the moment. . . he's lost a lot of blood."

"You mean... demon in the arms of a twit... Tot's doll..."

"You mean the girl that was killed?"

"You mean the twit died? Well... that's one less aggravation... What can we do? Do you have any ideas?"

"You cover Nagi while Wakaba and I try to get anywhere close to that doll. . . "

"Okay..."

When Watari gets up Schuldig can finally see the state of the blonde's clothes. Slash marks cut across everywhere with evidence of blood, though the skin underneath is clean with the exception of a few red streaks. "When we move, we move quickly, you ready to cover the boy?"

"Yes." He would marvel over things later... preferably in candlelight with a bottle of wine to set the mood.

"Wakaba. . . move it . . . " With that, Schuldig finally sees how Watari kept pulling his little disappearing act as the blonde shimmers out of sight only to appear a few feet away from the doll. . . . and is promptly thrown back as the entire contents of a bookcase come flying out at him.

Schu covers Nagi... the kid already looked dead, freeing Wakaba to help her 'brother'.

Mimicking her 'brother' the girl also shimmers out of sight, though this time both remain in spirit form. . . evidence of their movement visible as the doll starts concentrating its efforts on them.

Schu ducks as shards of a previously expensive vase come perilously close to his head. He hoped they solved this soon... The next vase hits the German head on, sending him into unconsciousness. . . .

**********

Waking, he finds himself in what seems to be a hospital ward. He blinks... and takes a look around.

On the bed next to his Nagi can be seen wrapped in gauze, but resting peacefully. Across the room the members of Weiss are also sleeping with various appendages heavily bandaged. He sat up... head swimming slightly. "Nagi?" He started to push the sheet away, intending to check on his 'little brother'.

Behind him, Schuldig can hear the door close softly as Watari walks into the room. "Shh. . . Naoe will be fine. He just needs some rest now."

Schu sat back on the bed again. "Good... I was afraid... he looked dead when I was trying to protect him."

"He'll be fine. We were able to get him medical attention in time. The girl on the other hand didn't make it."

"Tot wasn't really there anyways... I felt a little sorry for her. She had a hard life."

"Then she's moving on to a better place."

"Yeah... how are you?"

"Aches and pains, but for the most part healed. Your head seems to be better."

"Yeah... I wouldn't want to use my powers for a couple days but I'll live. How's everyone else who was at the party?"

"There were only two fatalities other than. . . Tot. Thankfully there were only a few assorted injuries. Sprained ankles, cuts, bruises, nothing out of the ordinary." Pushing glasses back into place Watari looks out the window. "It would have been easier if those women hadn't gone to the party."

"Okay... so getting them to come wasn't one of my brighter ideas... But I didn't know bunny girl was carrying around the Doll of Death."

A confused expression settles itself on the blonde's features. "Why did you get them to go to the party?"

"It was going to be boring... I knew they would liven it up." He gave a winning smile.

Shaking his head, Watari can't help but smile as well. "Anyway, it's late. . . I should get going."

"Okay... I'm staying here till he can go."

"Ah, you really don't have much of a choice in that matter. . . you are staying there."

"Okay..."

Reaching the door, Watari looks back, "Tomorrow. . . you behave. I want everyone in this room that's alive to be in that same state when I return."

The redhead looked chagrined. "Yes sir."

Closing the door, the scientist/doctor and whatever else the blonde might be for all Schuldig knows, leaves. Schu settles back in for some more sleep... he doesn't have a lot of options for entertainment at this point.

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Waking, the first thing that Ran realizes is that he is in a hospital. . . . second thing that he notices is Schuldig, still sleeping, in the bed directly across from him.

He looks around for his katana... or anything he could use for a weapon. Nothing. . . nothing that could be used as a weapon is on hand. For that matter, his clothes are not his usual assassin garb. Instead of the sleek leather that he should have been wearing, his clothes have been changed to a pair of nondescript blue pants and top. . . hospital clothes. Perhaps he could always bash the German with the mobile hospital table? A glance is given to the awkward looking table, and the idea is discarded. . . he would probably hurt himself before injuring the damn red-haired lap dog of Takatori.

One green eye opens lazily. "Do you mind keeping it down... some of us are trying to sleep over here."

Before Ran can even react, the door opens and in walks the resident doctor. . . . Watari. "Good morning. It's nice to see that everyone is still breathing."

"Not for want of trying... at least according purple eyes over there..."

"Fujimiya-san. . . I would honestly appreciate you not trying to kill anyone while you and the person in question are still under my care."

Ran scowled at him... and pointedly looked away. Schu sat up... pulling his pillow up to lean against. "So... what now?"

Smiling Watari shakes his head while murmuring under his breath, "that boy is the complete opposite of his ancestor. . . " Straightening up the blonde looks over the six individuals, "Now the lot of you need to stay put. . . no murdering each other. Everyone walks out of here breathing. I just wanted to make sure that everyone was still in the same state in which I had left you last night. . . Wakaba will be by later with breakfast, and I'll be in during the day to make sure that everything is going well."

The telepath smirked. "Yes mommy... we'll play nice... and keep it down for the ones still sleeping." He looked over at Nagi.

**********

About half an hour later Wakaba wanders in, loaded down with regulation hospital food trays. By now everyone has woken and everyone is aware of the fact that they are not supposed to attack each other, by order of the doctor. "Ohayo minna." is the perky greeting they receive from Wakaba.

"Hey kiddo... although I guess that could be a rude comment since I have no idea your age..." Schu smirked from his bed, then flung the paper airplane back to Yohji.

"Actually, I'm older than you. . . " she says winking at him as she goes about arranging the food trays for everyone. "How's Naoe-kun doing?"

The redheaded telepath shrugged. "Technically I suppose you could say he's awake... but he's not really aware of much right now."

"Poor kid. We got there as soon as we could," she says while pulling a chair up next to Nagi and starts arranging the bed so that she can feed him. . . "He was just so close when that thing blew."

"What happened to him exactly? I know he was walking around with that girl earlier..."

"By the time we'd tracked them down, the girl was screaming . . . hurt very visibly and Naoe was on the floor in a pool of blood."

Schu started to eat his meal. "He looked dead."

Slicing up the food, Wakaba starts feeding Nagi small bites, "he'll be fine. . . trust me, he just needs a little time to recover his strength now."

Nagi chewed and swallowed mechanically, not even fully opening his eyes. Schu smirked. The silence in the room in nearly deafening as everyone eats. Trying to lighten the mood a little, Wakaba starts to hum a little song. . . trying to cut the tension around her.

Finally regaining at least a little of himself, Nagi starts refusing the food, turning his head away. Schu put his plates back on the tray. "Any chance of getting some coffee?"

Placing her palm on his forehead, Wakaba checks Nagi's temperature. . . and finds it thankfully normal. "Nagi, are you full?"

He just blinked... then slowly nodded. He coughed and looked at her with blurry eyes.

"He's thirsty." Schu offered.

"Sorry, I had forgotten that you were a telepath. Thanks." Raising the small cup, she brings the straw to Nagi's mouth for him to drink. "Slowly. . . you don't want to choke." He sipped... too fast and did choke a bit... then slowed down. After a moment, he stopped and turned his head away again.

Putting the glass back, she goes back to feeding him. "When I take these trays back I can bring up some coffee. . . anyone other than Schuldig want some? Aside from Naoe and Takatori I mean."

"I'd kill for a cup." Yohji remarked. "Figuratively of course." Ken seconded. Ran expressed a desire for hot tea.

"Please... call me Omi... not Takatori. Can I have tea at least?"

"Fujimiya, let me guess. . . earl grey?"

"Green."

Schu rolled his eyes... "Polite as ever. Nagi's done by the way."

Putting the spoon down, Wakaba wipes at Nagi's mouth with the napkin. "I'll have the tea and coffee up in a jiff. Though, I have a question, Omi. . . . on all our records you are listed as Takatori Mamoru. So why the different name?"

Omi looked away. "I... was kidnapped and raised as Tsukiyono Omi... I prefer that name..."

"Alright. . . I'll have to drop into the library later and see that the name change is recorded. Better?" Going around she starts picking up the trays before disappearing out the door.

Yohji watched her leave and then looked at Schuldig. "Sooo... when did we fall through the looking glass?"

"Last night. . . . while all of us were sleeping like little babies."

"Ah uh... and where pray tell did we fall into?"

Stretching out, Schuldig smirks at Weiss across the room. "Like I would have a fucking clue."

"Well... you seem to know more than us..."

"Just because the blonde with the cute ass worked in the research lab at the Takatori building, and I tried to fuck him doesn't mean I know much more than any of you. . . well, other than the fact that ages with them isn't relevant."

"Well FINE... if you want to be THAT way about it... shall we go back to our long distance volleyball game?" Yohji tossed the paper airplane back in Schu's direction.

Catching the airplane, Schu sends it flying back. "Watari, the cute blonde with a hot body. . . our doctor, is somewhere around thirty years older than he looks. Happy?"

"Okay..."

********

If they had thought that they had fallen into the twilight zone before, they are positive of the fact when Wakaba returns. Opening the door, she walks in, carrying a tray with coffee. . . . following behind her is a tall man with dark hair, elongated ears and interesting facial markings carrying the two teas. "Sorry I'm so late with the coffee and tea."

A muffled 'hmmph' is heard from the man in a throaty voice that indicates a life-long smoker. Two sets of green eyes rivet to the man. . . sure enough, in his right upper pocket a packet of cigarettes can be seen peeking over the top of the material.

Schu smirked. "I don't suppose smoking is permitted in the sickroom, ne?"

Tere snorts, "You kidding? Watari would hurt you for smoking in his medical ward."

Yohji sighed. "I figured as much..."

After Wakaba has handed the coffee out, Terezuma hands one of the tea cups over to her after handing Omi his cup. . . and motions towards Ran. "There is no way in hell that I'm going near that. . . thing. . . . "

Ran bristles, eyes flat. He looks around again... still no katana.

"Terezuma . . . be nice, he's still injured."

"Nice my ass. . . Punk's lucky that I'm still allowing him to breathe."

Schu snickered and even the other members of Weiss smiled a bit.

"Sorry Fujimiya," Wakaba says while handing over the tea. "My partner is just a little touchy at times. . . "

"Touchy like hell. . . There is no fucking way that the little punk isn't related to the seventy-year waste of space. Not with those eyes."

If possible... Ran's eyes go flatter. "What about my eyes?"

Smiling a bit, hoping against hope that Terezuma will not be a complete ass, Wakaba answers Ran, "There's a person that works in our department that has violet eyes like yours. . . really pretty, they look like jewels, and he's a real doll of a person."

"Sweet munching, lazy, no good waste of space is what you mean."

Schu looks right at Yohji. "I like him."

Pointing to both Schu and Yotan, Tere smirks, "As soon as either of you can get the fuck out of here. . . we're catching a smoke."

Still trying to make peace, Wakaba looks over at Ran, smiling nervously. "Fujimiya, never mind Terezuma."

"Sounds good... we'll try to get clearance from Blondie." Schuldig quips while stretching a little.

"No problem." Taking a second look at Schuldig and Nagi, Terezuma frowns, "So you are the two Estets?"

The redhead frowned. "Yeah... we are..."

"You have any idea how many different departments in countries across the globe are pissed at anyone associated with those old fucks?"

One eyebrow rose. "We'd be happy to be out from under the thumb of those 'old fucks'."

"Want some good advice?"

"Sure... don't think I've got much of a choice."

"Lose your German citizenship as fast as possible. The kid is safe here. . . people will shy away from him, but you, right now you are in danger of getting your ass extradited back to Germany."

"Crap... as if I didn't have enough problems with the normal police... I'll get the kid working on it as soon as he can hold a thought for more than a second. And why would people shy away from Nagi? He's not the most friendly kid... but..."

Wakaba shakes her head, "About fifty years ago in Switzerland the elders of Estet tried a little stunt that left nine from the department over there dead. Some of them were elites. The entire fiasco was an embarrassment to many departments, and there are still those that remember it very well. So, your company isn't very well received."

"We're never well received. Doesn't really matter where we go..."

"Why, because you're talents?"

"Partially... partially cause we're who we are... we have a hard time hiding our talents sometimes. Take Nagi... if he gets upset... things rattle, fall over, spontaneously break even. He can't really function on his own in society yet... if ever."

A knock at the door is heard, a young man with dark hair pops his head in. . . "Staff meeting. . . hey, Tere. . . slacking off in here?" he says with a smirk.

"Why you. . . . no good piece of . . . "

Jumping to her feet, Wakaba makes sure that she is blocking the line of sight between Terezuma and Tsuzuki. "No Fighting!!!! We just got the library back!!!!"

Yohji looks at the newcomer... then Ran. "Let me guess... this is the '70 year waste of space'?"

Cocking his head to the side Tsuziki looks over at Yohji and pouts. "I'm not a waste of space."

"Could of fooled anyone. . . you're pathetic enough."

"You should talk. . . can't even deal with one little shiki."

Nagi made a small discontented sound at the noise level, which was growing as the men's voices raised.

Reaching up, Wakaba grabs the tip of Terezuma's and Tsuzuki's ears and starts to drag the two men off. . . "There are people that need rest and relaxation. . . and they are not getting it with the two of you and your macho posturing."

The door closed... and everyone, deprived of much else to do, napped or talked quietly.

**********

By dinner time, Nagi is finally feeling a little better, and is actually aware and interacting to an extent with the world around him. . . having finally made Wakaba stop feeding him.

"Glad that you are feeling a bit more like yourself Naoe-kun."

He stubbornly glared at his blanket, blushing furiously. Schu was enjoying pointing out that the girl had already hand fed him his breakfast and lunch.

"Hey, if you want. . . Nanjiro can come in and chat with you later?"

"Nanjiro?" Midnight eyes drifted up a bit.

"Yeah. . . bb green eye?"

A brief smile flashed across Nagi's face. "If he wants..."

"And, in case you wondered. . . . I come from a long line of miko's. . . and was supposed to be the next miko in my family shrine before I came here."

"It was your computer?"

"The one that you hacked into. . . yeah."

"Umm... sorry about that..."

"Sorry about what. . . we were hacking your network."

"I noticed... believe me... I noticed." He shifted, trying to get comfortable, and winced.

"And I have to get back to work. . . hanging around here is great fun, but my work is starting to get back logged."

"Aa."

Feeling slightly adventurous after Wakaba has left. . . Schuldig slips out of bed. . . Heck, why the fuck not, it's not like he's a damn invalid.