Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Telepaths of the Fourth Floor ( Chapter 6 )

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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 six.

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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. He stretches gratefully... these beds were fairly comfortable... but not like his one at home. He starts to walk around the infirmary...

Receiving a few disapproving glances from the rest that are still in their beds. . . with assorted bandages impairing their mobility.

Nagi eyed him sleepily. Deciding the effort to talk was too much... he knew Schu would pick up his thoughts. /what are you up to?/

/Tired of sitting in bed. . . . /

/ah... where are we anyways?/

/I really don't know. . . kind of weird too, aside from the kitties over there and you, I can barely pick up on anyone. . . . it's too quiet./

/you complaining about it being quiet? that's a first.../

/Cute chibi. . . ever since coming to Tokyo, there's been a stream of thoughts running through the back of my mind. . . . that is gone./

/hmmm... is it something to worry about?/

/not sure yet. . . /

/oh/ He yawned. /what else is bothering you?/

The door opens and in walks a blue haired boy. . . "Yeah, I know the quiet around here can be a little unsettling. . . " he says with a wink. "You must be Midnight?"

Nagi starts to nod... and thinks better of it considering the gauze around his head and throat. "hai."

Reaching over he extends his hand to Nagi. "I'm Ishida Nanjiro. . . In owlchat I use the nick bb green eye. Sorry if I interrupted a private conversation." Pointing to himself, "I'm also a telepath. . . so I really couldn't help myself."

Schuldig tries his best not to laugh when it strikes him that the kid's hair is the same shade blue as the color that the rats turned in the lab. "No problem."

Nagi carefully takes the boy's hand, squeezing it briefly before letting his arm fall back to the bed. He noted the grin on Schu's face. "What?"

Running a hand through his hair, Nan-kun has to laugh. . . "Yeah. Watari had a lot to do with my hair color. . . . "

Schu snickered... and continued his pacing. Nagi looked from one to the other... then gave up trying to understand.

"Watari gets weird ideas. . . . and does odd things at times. Such as hiding interesting experiments in the morning coffee and not telling anyone."

Schu blanched... as did Yohji and Ken... and stared at the empty cups left from dinner. Nagi almost smiled at the look of horror on their faces.

"If nothing has happened to any of you by now, it probably wont. . . . the effects are usually rather quick acting."

"pity..." Nagi muttered.

"Unless it's something like what happened to Kira. . . " Laughing, Nanjiro pulls a chair up next to Nagi. "Being the target of experiments is one reason Watari is about as unpartnerable as Tsuzuki. . . ."

Nagi slowly shifts so he's laying a little more on his side, facing Nanjiro. "So will you hair ever go back to the way it was?"

Making himself more comfortable, Nanjiro shakes his head. "Nope, it's been like this for about the past fifteen years. . . "

Fifteen years? Nagi thought... but he looks almost the same age as me...

"Yeah I do, don't I?"

The boy looked down. "sorry... my shields are shredded..."

**********

Walking down the hallway, the platinum haired man captures the gaze of every nurse. . . male and female. Making his way to the information desk of the Magic Bus Hospital he finally stops. "I've come to see Dr. Mekago[1]."

The young woman behind the counter nearly swoons at the sight of such an attractive man. "Of course sir... his office is on the fourth floor... as you exit the elevator it is third door to the left."

Brushing a few strands of hair out of the way, Muraki thanks the annoyingly giggly nurse and departs to the elevator.

Fortunately... there was no one else waiting for the lift and he was able to reach the fourth floor in peace. This area was used for offices, so there was none of the bustle in the rest of the hospital. As soon as he exits the elevator, he sees the office of his colleage. . .

The woman was just coming down the hall way. She smiled spying him. "Muraki-sensei... it's been a long time."

"Indeed it has. . . In your message you mentioned something about an unusual patient of yours?"

"Yes... if you will step into my office?" She held the door for him.

"Certainly."

"Coffee? Tea?" She gestured to one of the chairs.

Taking a seat he glances back up at the doctor. "Tea. Now about your patient?"

She nodded and started to ready the tea. "Yes... she was brought in several years ago, victim of a hit and run. She had been in a coma ever since, never regained consciousness. However..." She slid the tea toward him and sat with her own cup. "There is something... odd about her."

"Odd in what manner?"

Mekago-sensei sipped her tea then set the cup back down. "She isn't aging."

One silver eyebrow arches, "isn't aging?"

She riffled through the files stacked in a bin on one side of the desk. Finding the correct one, she opened it and offered it to Muraki. "No. Her hair grows, nails and skin regenerate, but her body doesn't seem to be maturing at all..."

"Fascinating. . . "

"I thought you would be interested. Once you've looked through the file, would you like to see her?"

Taking the file, Muraki starts to thumb through it, "Intriguing. . . this girl, does she have any relations?"

"One, an elder brother. The parents were killed the same night as the girl was injured... some kind of explosion. The brother comes by regularly to visit her."

"Pity, it would have been interesting to be able to test the parents to find out the source of this genetic anomaly."

"True... we do have some data from the brother, he also received treatment the night she arrived. Would you like to see his file?"

"I would like that very much."

"Very well... give me a minute." She walked over to one of the file cabinets lining one wall of the small office. Within a couple minutes she came back with the file. "Here is all we have."

Taking the photo, Muraki holds it up for Mekago-sensei to notice, "This is the brother?"

"Yes... Fujimiya Ran."

"He has beautiful eyes. . . they look like amethysts. Eyes like that are rare."

"Yes... I never really gave much thought to it... I didn't treat him... the emergency room did. I only have the file because I have care of his sister."

"Shall we see young Fujimiya-san?"

"Certainly... she's up in the long-term care ward..."

As they head towards the long-term care ward Mekago-sensei notices how her guest non-chalantly draws the attention of the entire staff. . . .

She chuckled. "Still turning heads I see."

"Though not the head of the one I would prefer to turn."

"Ah... isn't that always the case?"

"Yes it seems that way."

"Here we are."

Pushing his glasses back in place, Muraki takes a closer look at Aya-chan. . . . "So this is the child that refuses to grow up?"

"You could say that..."

"Would it be improper for me to request that she be moved to my facilities?"

Mekago-sensei frowned. "We would have to ask the brother's permission, he does have 'custody' of her welfare."

"Her case is similar to one that I found in my grandfather's files."

"Ah... well... I could propose the idea to Fujimiya-san the next time I see him. Would that be alright?"

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Within a few days the bandages come off, and Watari pronounces Weiss healthy enough to return to their home. . . though Nagi still needs to stay because of his injuries.

Propped up with pillows, Nagi watches as the others get changed into normal clothes. It has been interesting, having Weiss around.

As the men walk out, Watari considers it a miracle that there wasn't any more interaction between Ran and Asato . . . the red head's brusque manner would have had his friend in tears before anyone would have known what to do.

Schu waved from the chair he was currently occupying. "Ta ta boys..."

The only one that responds is Yohji. . . a little more relaxed with the situation after he and Schuldig had managed to find out how easily the door to the lab could be picked and the fact that Watari kept a small but comfy bed in there.

Yohji blows him a kiss... which Schu returned. "We have a date for that club next week, right?"

"You bet sexy."

Omi sighed and pulled Yohji out of the room, restoring silence to the ward. Nagi started to count back from ten... figuring that was the LONGEST Schu could go without doing something.

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Walking into the main offices, Watari finishes up with the last paperwork standing between Weiss and Chijou.

Wakaba smiled at Watari. "Are our guests ready to leave?"

"They seem to be."

"Ah... but Naoe is staying, right?"

"Unfortunately his injuries haven't healed completely yet. . . and Schuldig refuses to leave here until the boy is better." Pulling his hair out of his face, Watari turns to Weiss, "and what location is it that you gentlemen need to arrive at?

Ken and Omi looked at each other. "The flower shop?"

"Might as well... it's not like Schwarz doesn't know where it is by now anyways."

"An address might be nice?"

"Sorry." The small blond wrote it down and handed it to Watari. "There you go."

Taking the paper, Watari reads the address, "okay, I need everyone to take each others hands like good little boys."

They do so... even Ran who reluctantly takes Ken's offered hand.

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The world wavers out of sight around Weiss and Watari. . . . next thing that they know is that they are in the mission room under the koneko.

"Whoa... now THAT'S fast service." Yohji grins.

Omi looks up at Watari, "ah, where were we anyway?"

Blinking a little in surprise that they were not aware of their location Watari smiles a shy little smile. "That was Meifu."

"Meifu?"

"Hei. Meifu. . . "

"You mean... like Land of the Dead, Meifu?"

"Hei, Land of the Dead, Meifu. I know that it seems a little unusual."

"Um... you could say that..." Yohji fell into the puffy chair.

Ken gives the bespectacled blond a sideways glance, "so that would make you dead, right?"

"Mourned and buried. Thank you."

The brown haired man looked chagrined. "I didn't mean..."

"It's alright. . . I'm aware of the fact that you didn't mean anything by that remark. . . It's just a little unusual for you to be speaking to someone that has already been deceased."

"Yeah... you could say that. Thanks for saving us." Ken offered his hand.

"Think nothing of it, it's my job to ensure that no more people than necessary expire."

Omi smiled. "That's good... I'm hoping what we do helps as well."

"Actually, I really wouldn't know. There are only a few ways that death can be calculated. . . . " Watari answers with a slight shrug.

"Ah... well, thank you."

Ken is still looking at Watari trying to figure one thing out. . . if the guy is dead, how can he come back to the land of the living?

Ran was already heading up the stairway. Yohji looked like he was going to just nap where he was and Omi was headed to the computer to reassure Kritiker that there were indeed alive.

Arriving in his apartment, Ran locates a letter from the hospital delivered while he was gone in. . . Meifu.

It was from Aya-chan's doctor. She had contacted a colleague who wished to transfer the girl to his facility. Mekago-sensei added her personal endorsement of his competence, adding that there was nothing else she really could do. At the end of the letter is the personal number for Mekago-sensei's colleague.

He reached for the phone and dialed the number. It was worth a shot after all.

On the second ring a man with a voice like velvet answers. . . "Moshi moshi."

"This is Fujimiya Ran."

"Ah Fujimiya. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm Muraki Kazutaka."

"You want my sister?"

"Her doctor, Mekago-sensei and I met and discussed your sister's treatment. I believe that she would benefit more under my care."

"You want to transfer her?"

"Yes, I would like to have your sister, Aya-chan, transferred to one of my private facilities that is on the outskirts of Tokyo."

"I see. What are the costs involved?"

"Fujimiya-san, I will be completely honest with you on this matter. Your insurance company," rustling of paper can be heard in the background as Muraki looks through some files, "Kritiker Insurance, will not fully cover your sister's care while in a private facility, nor will it cover any fees incurred from her transportation from one hospital to another."

Ran sighed. "What will it cost?"

"Simple, since Aya-chan's case intrigues me personally and professionally. I will ensure that you will not be billed anymore than what you are currently paying for her care."

Ran frowned. "There's no catch?"

"One."

"And?" He knew there had to be something.

"I would like to have a few tests performed on you. Nothing more traumatic than what you would expect from a check up."

"Why?"

"You asked me what the catch was. I can understand completely if you are not interested in transferring your sister from her current facility. . . "

"No... it's not that... I'm just... surprised that you would want to examine me."

In the background, before Muraki can answer a door opens and the only thing that Ran can hear is a child. . . 'senseeei. . . '

'kimiko-chan, it's nice to see that you are feeling better.'

'hai!'

"Fujimiya, would you mind being put on hold a moment?"

"Of course not."

A light click is heard and the sound of classical music plays softly while Ran waits for the Muraki-sensei to return. . . The last problem of how he is going to afford to have Aya-chan transported to wherever this facility is located continues to bother him.

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Looking out the window, Schuldig still wonders where the fuck he and Nagi are. . . . Hell, nowhere is this fucking quiet. Not to mention those weird-ass sakura flowers that are not even supposed to be in bloom.

"Schu... you're driving me nuts... even I can hear you thinking." Nagi complained from the bed. It had been a long time since the last dose of painkillers and he was getting uncomfortable... and cranky.

The door opens and Watari walks in. "Schuldig, you're coming with me, we're heading out on a walk."

"thank you." Nagi muttered.

Schuldig frowned. "Where are we going?"

"Anywhere as long as it's far enough away to give everyone on the fourth floor some peace."

The redhead followed him out into the hall. "Sorry..."

Schuldig is almost certain that he heard cheering as he stepped out of the building that looks suspiciously similar to the Diet Building.

"Sooooo... where are we Alice?"

"Alice?"

"Or Dorothy?"

Not finding anywhere to sit, Watari just plonks himself down on the grass beneath one of the sakura trees and looks up at Schuldig as the petals float down around them. "Do you honestly want to know?"

"Yeah... it's kind of driving me... and therefore everyone on the fourth floor, nuts."

"We're in Meifu."

Schu flopped down beside him. "That's nice... where or what is that?"

Picking a petal out of Schuldig's hair Watari smiles, "Meifu is the land of the dead."

"Ooookay... I guess that would explain a few things... I take it you're and angel or demon or whatever it is that this culture calls its spirits?"

"No. . . angels and demons are completely different things. They are classified as souls and need a host to survive."

"Okay... so what are you then? You were human once, right? Nagi found a picture..." His voice trailed off.

"When I was alive I was human. But now I work for the Summons Dept as a Shinigami."

"Shinigami... death... god?"

"Hei."

"Okay... so... it is always spring or is the weather just screwy this week?"

"It's always spring here. Perhaps this is some sort of weird compensation for everything that we've gone through?" Watari comments idly picking up a sakura and twirling it in his fingers.

"Hmmm... it's nice. But... it's so quiet here... I think that's what's really driving me up the wall."

"That's actually a side effect of having so many powerful telepaths, and empaths together."

"I guess so... I haven't been around so many in one place since Rosenkreuz..."

"Rosenkreuz?"

"Otherwise known as hell on earth... and the boarding school from hell... Esset's 'training' facility. They specialize in breaking psis into little pieces and sticking them back together to fit what THEY want."

"Sounds as bad as some of the reasons people end up here."

"I don't think I came out of there with my sanity intact... in fact I'm pretty sure someday I'm just going to totally fall apart. Nagi so cynically and distrustful mainly cause of that place. Brad's an anal retentive perfectionist who can't abide failure... and Farf... well Farf was looney BEFORE he got there..."

Leaning back against the tree trunk, Watari watches Schuldig. "You don't have to fall apart."

"I don't know... sometimes..." He sighs. "It gets so hard, you know... telling where my thoughts end and theirs begin. I get so tired some days."

"I wish that I could help . . . "

He shrugged. "This is a nice vacation... of a sort... I don't have to worry about keeping so many people out. And Nagi isn't annoying... his mind is pretty quiet, even though he can't shield worth a damn right now."

"Nagi is probably a lot quieter at the moment because the rest of the telepaths normally dampen down anything unnecessary."

"Aa. I've done a lot of work with him... for a physical psi he's got really good shields. I didn't want anyone else to be able to fry him."

"Aa. . . "

Schu flopped back on the bed of sakura petals. "I think I'm going to take a nap... keep out of the way of the fourth floor for a while..."

"They'll definitely appreciate it, I'm sure."

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Ran didn't know what to expect of Aya-chan's new doctor. . . but the one thing that he never expected was the doll of a man that is currently giving his little sister a quick check-up to ascertain that she is in good health. Dressed completely in white, he reminds the young red head of angels in the fairy tales that his parents used to read to him and Aya when they were younger.

"Sensei?"

"Hai, I am Muraki. You must be Fujimiya Ran, Aya-chan's brother."

"Hai." He bowed politely.

Reaching down, Muraki brushes a few strands of hair out of Aya-chan's face.

"Sensei... do you think you can help her?"

"I believe so."

"About transferring her..."

"Is something that you needn't worry yourself about. . . The full amount was donated by the father of the little girl, Kimiko, that came in while I was talking to you over the phone"

"But... why?"

"Must everything have an ulterior motive with you?"

"No... just... why... they don't know us."

Two nurses walk in pushing a sturdy but expensive looking mobile bed and begin to transfer Aya-chan onto it.

"Can I... ride with her?"

"Of course you may."

Ran was reassured by that, and by the tanto he had concealed in his boot. He left nothing to chance when it came to Aya-chan.

The ride to the new medical facility is surprisingly peaceful, taking them into what Ran is aware of being a more upscale locale. . . something he knows he would never have been able to afford if the doctor hadn't been interested in his sister.

He is also impressed with the type of care she is receiving. Attentive, yet considerate... something he hasn't seen for a while. Turning down a driveway, they pass several large Cyprus trees shading the way, and giving the entire place a sleepy yet comfortable feeling as they arrive upon, what has become dubbed in Ran's mind, Aya-chan's new hospital.

**********

"Schu. . . . Schu? it's getting dark." Watari says as he gently shakes the German's shoulder. . .

The redhead stirred, eyes opening sleepily. "Huh?"

"It's getting dark. . . "

"Oh... I guess I really fell asleep, ne?"

"Hei, you did. . . Nanjiro called a while back to check on us for Nagi, and I let them know that you were taking a little nap."

"How's Nags?"

"Doing better. . . complaining to Nan-kun about not having access to a computer."

"That figures... then again... as soon as he CAN use a computer I should get him to play with my records... I think any info regarding my country of birth should just disappear..."

Laughing, Watari smiles at Schuldig. "That would probably be for the best."

"Can I ask you a question?" He stood... shaking sakura off him like pink snowflakes.

"Hei, no problem. . . ask away."

"Why did that Tere guy say people would avoid Nagi? I mean... he's really not THAT scary..."

Picking a few petals off of Schuldig that didn't go flying, Watari answers, "it's not how scary a person is. . . Estet is a problem for Summoning Departments all over the world. . . . different places react different ways. During their last summoning ceremony, nine shinigami were killed, four were elites, and even a normal shinigami is not the easiest thing to kill, but it is possible. So, essentially, they would be avoiding him for what they see him as a representative of. . . not him per se."

"Oh... so he's... 'safe'... I mean... I've probably earned anything that happens to me... but he's really a victim of fate. I'd rather not see him hauled off because he was too little and too young to resist what's been done to him."

"He's not in any real danger until either he dies a natural death or a third party or accident intervenes and he expires before his time. . . . then it will be a matter of how he gets judged."

"Crap... we're trying to keep him clean... really we are... Well, we just do our best... hey, what's for dinner?"

Getting up, Watari offers a hand to Schu. "Well, there's a cafe nearby. . . "

"Sounds good to me..."

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[1] Mekago-sensei: I'm sorry. . . this name has too much of a funny meaning to me. If you `translate' it from Spanish to English, you will have something that isn't so nice. . . So each time this name was written I had to stop myself from going into a giggling fit.