Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Telepaths of the Fourth Floor enjoy a LEMONade ( Chapter 8 )

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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 eight.

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Schuldig slinks back into the medi center. . . still feeling guilty about having nearly raped Watari the night before. Sitting next to Nagi is the blue haired kid, Nan-something or other, both of them playing with a silver laptop.

Nagi seems utterly fascinated by whatever they are doing. Then again he is easily fascinated by ANYTHING computer related. Schu had given up a long time ago trying to figure it all out. Nagi looked up at him. "Are you alright, Schu?"

"I've had better days chibi. . . "

"What is it?" Nagi sat up straighter and winced, the motion pulling some of his stitches.

"Nothing. . . just a little communication snafu that went fubar last night with Watari."

Looking up, Nanjiro cocks his head to the side. "So that would explain . . . "

Nagi looked from one to the other. "Should I not ask?"

Reaching over, Nan-kun ruffles Nagi's hair. "No you shouldn't ask."

"Hey..." Nagi bristles a bit, then leans back against the pillows. "Okay..."

/You know, internal injuries take longer to heal than external ones./

/Why didn't he stop me?! I didn't know!!!/

/You really don't know. . . do you?/

/Know what? I know I asked him... several times... he told me it was alright... and then... he didn't stop me... why didn't I know he was in pain!!/

/you don't know how he died./

/no... he's never said... and I didn't really want to ask... but it seems as if it must have been painful.../

/back when we were partnered i hacked his file since he was always doing weird things. . . / The blue haired boy `comments'. . . /though. . . i think that the problem might have had to do with the position that you chose./ Nanjiro 'comments' with a wink.

/I still can't believe he didn't say something... I hurt him.../

/was the entire situation presented to him in a completely logical manner?/

/huh? We were... well... and then... and I asked... several times... I paused when he was uncomfortable... but he said it was okay./

/he agreed? there ya go. . ./

/I don't understand.../

/he agreed. . . therefore he was going to attempt to see the entire situation to the end./

Schu walked over to the nearest wall and started to beat his head against it. Nagi looked at Nanjiro with concern. "What's wrong with him?"

Shrugging, mismatched green eyes settle on Nagi. "He's just finding out a few interesting things about Watari."

"Of all the stupid..."

"Schu... all you are going to do is give yourself a headache. I know... I've done it often enough."

"Hey, at least he didn't die because of what you did. . . "

The redhead dropped into a chair. "That's not reassuring."

Waving a hand in the air, Nanjiro looks back at the computer. "I'm serious. Besides, thirty years ago you wouldn't have been able to get close enough to him to do anything. . . "

The redhead sighed and sank down in the chair appearing to want to take a nap. Nagi shook his head and looked at what Nanjiro was doing.

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Omi could barely believe his eyes after watching the current mission tape. . . the remains of humans having been found. . . some of them children, their innocent mouths sewn shut to prevent them from screaming while still living, arms and legs amputated to ensure that they can't run. . . and then their organs harvested for transplants. Omi nearly lost his last meal... did the pictures have to be so graphic... and so many of them. Finally he just couldn't watch any longer.

Stepping from the shadows, Birman seems to materialize from thin air. "There is no real connection between any of the people found. . . only that they were in the lower socio economical scale, and all of them had just recently acquired new employment some 3 months prior to their disappearance."

"But... the children... are they simply randomly picked up then?"

"It appears that way so far."

Omi moved toward his computer. "Are there any other leads?" He had to get working on this right away...

"None that we have been able to find so far. . . "

He nodded and booted up the computer. He would look into the backgrounds of the victims first... for anything Kritiker might have missed.

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Leaning against the stair railing, Watari looks down at Schuldig. "You seem to be avoiding me today."

The redhead looked down... unable to meet his eyes. "Really? I was just... visiting Nagi..."

". . . hei. wakatta."

"Are you... okay?"

"Hei!" the blonde chirps back. . . though for some reason it sounds hollow.

"Can we... talk... when you're not busy..."

"I'll be finished with some files in a little bit. . . we can talk then." he says holding up several bulging manila file folders. "Oh, have you met 003?"

"Not really... hello 003."

The small owl flaps down, narrowly missing Schuldig's shoulder. . . and crashing into the wall. "Ah, 003 hasn't exactly mastered the art of flying just yet."

"I can see that... so... should I just wait with Nagi, or?"

"Alright. When I'm done I'll come over and find you."

"Okay... thanks..."

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Approximately an hour and a half later, Watari walks into the medi center. . . Nagi had finally fallen asleep and Schu was in the act of tucking the blanket in around his shoulders.

Meanwhile 003 balances precariously on the German's shoulder. . . trying it's best not to fall off. "If you wake him up again owl... I'll pluck you for a pillow..."

Little owl eyes widen in fear, turning its head, the small owl sees her 'mommy' and heads straight for the safety of Watari's embrace. "Even attempt to pluck 003 and see how fast I can lose my temper."

"I was only kidding... she fell off last time... right onto some of his wounds... he's only just settled down again."

Jumping onto Watari's shoulder, 003 starts trying to preen the blonde. "But he's fine, correct?"

"I think so... he was really in pain... but I didn't see any blood on the bandages."

Pulling a lock of hair away from the owl, the shinigami goes over to take a better look at Nagi. . . . pushing glasses back in place he gives a quick inspection, somewhat surprising Schuldig with how gentle another 'human' can be.

"Is he okay?" He knew he was hovering... but he felt responsible for Nagi.

"He'll be fine. . . in the ways that truly matter he's a lot stronger than what he gives himself credit for."

"Really?"

"Hei."

"That's good to know... what's he need to work on then?"

Laughing a little, Watari smiles at Schuldig, "not getting into so much trouble would be a novel start."

"That would be an improvement, wouldn't it... That and learning to chill out..."

"If he continues to stress so much, he'll develop a few serious medical conditions when he's older."

"I know... him and Brad... I'm working on them both..."

Replacing the covers, Watari leans back. . . "We were supposed to talk?"

"Yeah... about... last night.. and stuff..."

"We can talk in my lab if you like."

"Thanks..." He followed Watari down to his lab... subtly trying to see if the blond was still in pain.

Arriving at the lab, Schuldig must admit that he is a little jealous of the blonde's healing capability. . . there doesn't seem to be even the slightest hint of discomfort in the man's motions.

Finding one seat, Watari searches for the other that he knows must exist in his lab somewhere. . . giving up on the chair that has suddenly decided to go AWOL, the scientist just clears a spot on the counter near the chair and hops up, swinging his long legs back and forth. . . reminding Schuldig a little of a little boy.

Schu looks at him... "Well... um... about... last night."

"What about it?"

"Um... why... why didn't you stop me?"

"I. . . I was afraid that you wouldn't."

"But you didn't even ask!"

"I'm fine now. . . so there shouldn't be a problem, right?"

He sighed. "That's not the point... I... I wish you had tried to stop me... to tell me you weren't enjoying it..."

Golden frames are pushed back up onto the bridge of his nose in one fluid motion. Sighing, the blonde looks away from Schuldig. "There isn't much that can be done about the past."

"I know... but..." He shakes his head and stares out the window. "I'm sorry... for what happened..."

"The fault was on both our parts. . . "

"Yeah... so... do you want to... like never ever see me again till I kick the bucket?"

"Actually, since you are still a German citizen, you wouldn't come to this department after death. . . you would go back to Germany and go through their beaurocratic system."

"We're working on that little problem..."

"I wouldn't be opposed to the notion of seeing you before you expire."

"Okay..."

"But. . . I believe that we will have a few minor problems. . . "

"Oh?"

"What happened last night was a psychological reaction. . . I have no real control over that."

"I know... I... well... I've got an idea what happened to you... I'm sorry for that."

"Well. . . that isn't the only problem."

"It wasn't?"

"Ah. . . this is a little difficult to talk about . . . "

"This whole thing is difficult to talk about..."

Blushing, Watari looks to the ceiling, "I don't think that standard positions would be very feasible. . . "

"Ah... is that all... I know LOT'S more ways to have fun..." His smile was a little weak, but rallying... Blushing a little harder, the blonde gives a slightly confused look at Schuldig. Trying to recover a bit of his usual attitude, Schu sashays over and stands right in front of Watari. "You know... I don't HAVE to be top..."

"I would be to worried that I might accidentally hurt you. . . and you don't heal as fast as a shinigami."

"You wouldn't hurt me... I'd tell you what to do... and besides... I've got a lot of experience..."

Leaning forward, Watari places a tentative kiss on Schuldig's lips. The redhead responds... but in a gentle fashion, encouraging... but submissive.

Reaching up he cups the back of Schuldig's head as he deepens the kiss, probing the German's mouth. Schu opens fully to the blond, hands steadying himself against the counter. He moaned softly... the blond was a wonderful kisser for someone who hadn't done it much. Nipping at the lobe of the red head's ear, Watari whispers that he's a quick learner. . .

Schu doesn't even try to puzzle out how the blond knew what he was thinking. He was too engaged in remembering that breathing was good... and balancing on two legs was greatly enhanced by concentrating on it a little.

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Over in the medi center, Nanjiro sends a message to miko-chan to make sure that 'bossman' stays away from Watari's lab until further notice.

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Ken tries his best not to glare at Muraki as the man does his little tests on his lover. . . How can Ran be so damn stubborn, there is something inherently creepy about this doctor, and that damn red head is ignoring it completely.

"Very good Ran. Just a few more and then I can begin analyzing the data."

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Mekago-senei looks at the manila folder sitting innocuously on her desk. . . no indication of who sent it to her. Opening it, she's shocked to find inside a color photograph of that little 'bitch' that sent her beloved father to rot in a jail cell.

That blond... hair too pretty for a boy... glasses... nose always in a book, dad had said. That bitch had been the one to invite them all in... slut. Then crying wolf on them all... and her father ended up in jail.

Even now the little slut laughs at her family from this photo. . . laughing at dad. Dropping the photo on her desk, searching for a lighter to burn the little bitch instead of just tossing him in with the rubbish, Mekago notices something odd in the photo. The car directly behind Watari Yutaka is a 2000 Celica.

But... he died... she'd spit on his marker herself.

Picking the photo up, she starts examining the background a little more carefully. . . everything is modern, she could almost swear that this was taken recently! How could that be? Unless... unless the little slut faked the death to get out of having to admit to everyone how much of a whore he was. Figures...

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Moaning Watari rakes his nails across the granite counter top as Schuldig starts pushing into him. . . Schu rubbed his back in soothing motions, not moving any farther. "Are you okay? No lying or hiding the truth..."

Panting, the blonde nods his head. . . long lashes fluttering as he reels from the sensations cascading through his body.

Taking that as his invitation to continue... Schuldig slides in the rest of the way until he was completely engulfed by the blond. Leaning forward... he kissed Watari's back. "You feel wonderful..."

Looking back at the German through heavy lidded eyes, he manages a smile on swelled lips. "Th. . thank you. . . "

"You're welcome... how do you feel?"

"filled. . . rather unique. . . ahh. . . sen. . . sa. . . tion. . ."

"Mmmm..." He pulled out a little... then push in again... looking for a certain spot...

On his third thrust is that he finds it. . . leaving Watari moaning quite vocally and rather grateful that Schu had insisted on some sort of cushioning between him and the counter, namely a folded lab coat, now that his legs seem incapable of supporting him properly.

"Mental note... next time, have a pillow handy..." He withdrew farther and thrust forward again with a little more force.

Gasping, Watari squirms as he is impaled over and over. . . his senses being hammered. . .Schuldig all the while is exceedingly gentle... at the same time giving them both the most pleasure he could. His hands wandered over Watari's body, stroking and caressing... Shuddering, Watari cries out as he finally climaxes. . .

Schu following right after, remembering NOT to squish his lover between himself and the very hard and unforgiving counter. He did let his head fall to the blonde's back though... breathing heavily.

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Mekago still glares at the photo. . . how the hell can that little slut still look the same as he did when he ruined father's life? He didn't appear to have aged at all. He either had a great plastic surgeon... or this was a relative... but no relative could look that much like that Yutaka-whore.

Something in the photo calls her attention. . . in the background, a restaurant. . . she can barely make out the name. . . 'The Happy Coral.'[1] If memory serves, that was an Italian restaurant. . . in Kyoto?

It had been years since she had been to Kyoto... she had some vacation time coming... Maybe a trip was in order...

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By the time Ran and Ken arrive back at the flower shop, Ken is peeved that Ran isn't listening to him when he says that there is something wrong with that weird-o doctor Muraki. . . and Ran is trying control the urge to rip his lover's head off for being so disrespectful about the man that has saved his sister from spending the rest of her days catatonic.

Omi is working frantically at the computer down in the mission room, while Yohji is tackling the receipts.

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Somewhat regretful now that the bandages have been removed, Nagi looks down to see clean healed skin. . .

"There, I think that you are just about ready to head back to your home now. . ." Watari comments cheerily.

Nagi sighed. "Thank you." He was glad to be healed up... but he didn't really want to go back. It had been nice... to just act like a kid for a while. He couldn't imagine how big the mountain of paperwork was going to be. And how many viruses Takatori had managed to get into the system by now. And the schoolwork that was backed up, midterms were coming up soon. He resigned himself to a couple sleepless nights once he got back.

Looking back at Schuldig, Watari smiles, "I'll go finish up with the paper work to get the two of you cleared to head back. . . "

The redhead nodded. "Okay... don't rush too much... I'm sure the longer it takes the chibi to get back the happier he will be."

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Dropping her bags on the bed in the hotel, Mekago looks out the window. . . directly at the Italian restaurant from the photo. . .

What a... plebian place it was... so... what was the word... 'homey'? She had never really cared for foreign food preferring her healthier native cuisine. But this would be the perfect place to watch for the slut. Almost as if summoned, she sees a very familiar blonde walking out the doors looking through several files. . .

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[1] The Happy Coral: I know. . . not a very inspiring name. But it's currently my favorite fictitious Italian Restaurant to use, therefore, it's where Watari goes for lunch whenever possible. LOL ^.~