Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Open doors, Trip to KYoto ( Chapter 9 )

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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 nine.

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Ran is still trying to figure out how this managed to happen. . . Aya-chan has only been in Muraki-sensei's care for a few weeks, and while she is still in a wheelchair, she is getting stronger all the time. . . .but now they are on their way to Kyoto for additional testing. Ken hadn't seemed to like that idea very much, especially when they were supposed to be in a mission trying to find the person who is killing those people so cruelly.

But he had always made it clear... to Kritiker and his teammates... and he hoped to his lover, that Aya-chan's welfare was first. Only after he was assured she was all right did anything and anyone else matter... including himself.

It's already dark when they arrive at the ryokan. . . a pretty young girl dressed in a fancy kimono greets them at the entrance, informing Muraki that the owner is currently busy and will be able to tend to them personally in the morning.

Aya-chan giggles... mentioning that she had never stayed at such a beautiful inn before. Ran looked around... admiring the traditional architecture. That was the one thing he disliked about their area of Tokyo.

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Waking in the morning, Ran looks out across garden. . . standing perfectly still in the middle of the lavishly kept grounds is a long haired man in a practice stance, in the man's right hand Ran can make out the shape of a katana. . . The redhead steps back into the shadows... curious... but not wanting to interrupt.

Without warning, the man executes a series of difficult, yet fluid movements. . .slashing through the air, his blade seeming to shimmer in the morning light, making a seductive dance out of his practice.

Ran is transfixed... he hadn't seen anything like this in a long time. He wondered idly what it would be like to spar with the man...

Smoky eyes settle on Ran after the final slice. . . putting the sword down and picking up a long pipe whose contents the young red head would be rather dubious about, the long haired man saunters over. . . looking up through dark strands, he smiles. . . sending shivers up Ran's spine. "ohayo. . . fujimiya-san. . . "

"Ohayo." Ran bows politely.

"Kazutaka had to leave earlier. . . "

"Ah. You are the owner?"

"Hai. . . Oriya. . . . " a wisp of smoke swirls up around the man, lightly embracing him before disappearing into the air. . . "if there is anything that you might want, just let me know."

Ran bowed again. "You are quite skilled..."

"Thank you. . . . though I am certain that you are also of no little skill yourself," he comments with a slight motion towards the calluses visible on the younger man's right hand.

The young man nodded. "If it's not improper... could we spar... when you are not busy?"

"I have to warn you. . . I am known to get a little rough. . . while sparring."

"I haven't had a truly challenging partner for a while now..."

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Looking over the new data that Birman brought over the other night makes Omi want to just shoot himself. . . There is no real motive behind this person's crime. Always, the bodies are between 7-21 with legs and arms amputated, their mouths sewn shut and various organs missing. . . everything with surgical precision. . .

Omi sighed. They were obviously looking for a doctor, a surgeon... and a skilled one. This wasn't just a sicko with a knife.

Plonking himself down next to Omi, Ken stares at the computer monitor. "Anything useful?"

The blond shook his head. "Not really. Everything is too clean... like they really know what they are doing... but I can't remember a case like this turning up before."

"At least that one guy that was stealing kidneys left a trail of clues for us to follow. . . "

"Yeah... and he wasn't quite the perfectionist this guy is."

Laughing a little, Ken comments, "maybe Ran knows of a surgeon that's as anal as he is?"

Omi laughed with him... glad to release a bit of the stress. "Maybe... but this is really bothering me..."

"Hey, think that you could look up a little information on Aya-chan's new doctor?" the brunette asks, "there's something weird about that guy. . . . "

"I don't see why not... I have to run checks on doctors anyways... give me what you got... I'll take a look."

"Not much. . . . Muraki Kazutaka, he has a private facility outside of Tokyo. . ."

"That's not much... but I'll give it a try..."

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Sighing, Nagi looks at his laptop. . . it's been a few weeks since he and Schuldig were returned home, and he still doesn't know where they were! It frustrated him. He hated not knowing what was going on. Brad and Schu seemed to like to conspire to keep him in the dark most of the time. Sometimes he could get Farf to tell him stuff... but that was if HE knew what was going on. Another search failed and sighed. He was procrastinating of course... he didn't feel like tackling ANOTHER pile of paperwork.

Though one thing was definitely odd. . . . Schuldig was now almost fanatical about losing his German citizenship and acquiring a Japanese one. It was a damn hard process... even with Nagi doing it... 'under-the-table' so to speak. The Japanese didn't make it easy for anyone to become a citizen.

The small owl icon starts flashing in the toolbar. . .

miko-chan: Hi!
Midnight: hi...
miko-chan: how's it going?
Midnight: *sigh* I'm still trying to catch up... no sooner do I finish with a pile of documents, another one appears... and midterms are next week...
miko-chan: ouchies. Oh! I noticed that schuschu is trying to become japanese? nice work, he's almost legal.
Midnight: Thanks... it's a pain in the ass but he's really determined... no idea why all of a sudden
miko-chan: is easier to extradite german citizens. . . and trust me, you don't want to try and stand in the way of those agents.
Midnight: eeeks... no... I've been there...
miko-chan: uhm, actually.... these are stronger than normal, can turn invisible, heal quickly, shield, and that is just beginning of what they do.
Midnight: joy... even WORSE than Rosenhell...
miko-chan: yeah.
Midnight: *sigh* I'm so tired...

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Looking down at the invitation, Mekago doesn't know what to think as she pulls her modest black pumps on. Dinner at a ryokan with Muraki-sensei and two of his guests. . . . and from what she's heard, this particular ryokan is rather exclusive among the political factions of Japan.

She checked her appearance one more time. She hadn't been out with Muraki since... since college probably. They had met in her office from time to time... but nothing like this.

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Brad doesn't even look up from his paper as someone knocks on the door. . . "Schuldig, next time you pick up a new pet, please ensure that it does not follow you home. . . "

"Yar yar... you're so funny..." Schu did get up to answer the door however.

Standing outside the door Watari looks extremely molestable, at least in one German's opinion, in a loose fitting black top with little straps that run most everywhere and a set of straight legged jeans. Pushing a few golden strands out of his eyes, the hazel eyed Japanese smiles at Schu. "Konbanwa."

"Hey... you look... wow..." He smirked.

"Thank you. Nanjiro insisted that I get this shirt a few years back . . . " the blonde comments as he puts his hands in his back pockets. "You look very well yourself."

"Nan-kun has good taste... he should dress you more often. And thanks... well... shall we go, before Braddy's glare sets my clothes on fire?"

"I'll have to keep that in consideration. . . I hope that you didn't mind me appearing unannounced. . . "

"Of course not... would you like to get dinner somewhere... I have the evening free..." He glanced over his shoulder, as if reminding Brad of that fact.

As the two leave, Nagi can hear the blonde 'yell' over to him. . . "Nagi. . you should get some sleep and not work too hard. It is bad for your heath."

He mumbled a little under his breath and pulled out his math textbook. Tell that to his sensei!

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Still somewhat excited about the prospect of sparring with the owner, Ran is surprised to see Mekago-sensei walk into the room. . .

"Mekago-sensei? What are you doing here?"

"I was invited by Kazutaka. . . "

"Ah... thank you... for referring Aya-chan to him."

"You're welcome. . . I assume that everything is going well? Kazutaka has an excellent reputation for dealing with difficult cases."

"Yes... he's been amazing."

"Though, I've found it amusing that every time he acquires a new patient, he also seeks out a new doll. . . and repairs the doll as he helps the patient. . . "She adds, laughing a little. . . "He is one person that I never would have believed would have collected antique dolls."

"Ah... that would explain the doll Aya-chan is carrying around."

Muraki only smiles at Mekago's reaction as he wheels Aya-chan into the room. . . "I am pleased that you could join us, Hikura."

"I'm glad you invited me. So nice to see you my dear when you are awake."

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"Ken-kun. . . take a look at this. . . This Muraki Kazutaka, while he doesn't have any criminal records, "Omi says as he holds up a print out. "He has been close to several . . . incidents."

"What?! What kinds of incidents?"

"Let's see. . . he used to be the physician for Maria Wong until her death, same for Kakyouin Tsubaki. . . but Tsubaki and her father died along with several others in a cruise accident. . . . which Muraki was accompanying them on."

"Mmmm... a little convenient, don't you think?"

Cerrulean eyes meet brown, "that isn't everything. . . . It seems that as a favor he worked as a substitute for the doctor at a high school in Kyoto. . . where one girl died about a week before he arrived, and another girl disappeared the same day that he worked there."

"Did they find the girls? Any similarities to our current case?"

"The girl that was killed before he arrived. . . Kitoshi Maki was ripped apart by what police believe was a large animal. . . not the person we are looking for. As for Ikaruga Mariko. . .she was never found."

"Oh... so he might have been involved, might be a coincidence... a little too much a coincidence, ne?"

Flipping through print-outs, Omi looks for the last bits that he managed to pull up on Muraki. "He was also working with a professor at a university at that same time. . . and that science professor was found guilty of murdering several young women to gain research material in an illegal research area." Sitting back in the chair, the small assassin lets out a long sigh. "Again, not the same style as the person that we are looking for now. . . this one targeted women with long hair, killing them and then cut out long portions of hair."

"Ah... so he's involved... or at least near several of these incidents... but nothing ever ties them together or to him?"

"Not unless this Muraki is really old. . . there's nothing to tie him to anything. Just a nasty coincidence that he was there."

"Old... why do you say that?"

"Just some errant evidence found on one of the victims. A single strand of hair, presumably from an elderly gentleman. . . "

"Ah... no, he's not old... fairly young appearing actually."

"So that's why you were behaving jealous of Ran going to Kyoto with him. . ."

"I'm NOT jealous..." He headed for the stairway... "I'm going to finish cleaning the storeroom..."

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Even Ran had to laugh a little at the discovery of Muraki-sensei's antique doll collection. . . which according to Mekago, the man has been tending to since she has known him as a freshman in college.

The woman shook her head. "I never thought of him as a doll person... but he lost every roommate he ever had... no one could handle all those eyes watching them..."

"I finally managed to find one roommate that didn't mind my little collection. . . "

"Oriya can't count... you've been friends since grade school..."

"Well, we did remain roommates for our final two years at the university. . . we had a simple agreement. He wouldn't bother me about my collection, and I wouldn't bother him about his idiosycrisities."

"Like his are so much more annoying than yours?" She smiled though, softening her words.

"I would certainly have preferred that he would have kept his swords sheathed while in that room."

"Well... I do have to admit... it was unnerving to study with a sword waving over your head..."

"At the very least that sword kept anyone away that wanted to bother while we were studying. . . "

"True..."

Chuckling lightly, Muraki leans back. . . making Ran wonder if Oriya's sword did more than just keep people away from the platinum haired man so that he may study, or if there was another ulterior motive in that protectiveness.

Oriya smirked and tapped his pipe out. "Like you didn't enjoy watching..."

The silver haired man looks up as his friend walks in. "Nice of you to join us. . ."

"Could I miss an opportunity to see Mekago-chan again? You look lovely as always..."

"Ran-kun, Aya-chan. . . I would like to introduce the two of you to the owner of the ryokan, and old and very dear friend of Hikura and myself. . . Oriya."

Ran bowed again. "We met this morning."

"Yes, we still need to decide on a time and place for our. . . spar." Oriya comments while casually, yet elegantly accommodating himself at the low table.

"Spar?" Muraki looked at Oriya with a raised eyebrow.

"It seems that Ran was spying on me during my morning practice . . . " Smoldering eyes glance over at amethyst with a slight smile playing across the man's lips. . .

"Aaaah..." The silver haired man smirked.

"I have a set of twin swords. . . to make the match more interesting." Dark hair is pushed out of his face as the pipe finds its way back between his lips. . . .

Ran nodded. "Indeed. That will be adequate."

A small snort is heard from Mekago as she reaches over and snatches the small pipe from the man's mouth. "It will be absurd if you are not in full command of your facilities when you decide to play with your little swords."

"Hey... you never complained about me smoking before!"

"That was before you were running a business of your own and while you were still in college."

He shrugged gracefully. "The business essential runs itself most of the time..."

Ran watches in fascination as the two continue their little verbal sparring. . . mostly leading him to honestly question the contents of the man's ever present pipe, and not really wanting to know the answer. He almost laughs out loud when Oriya eventually just reaches over and takes back the small item, and returns it to its proper place. . . between those two satiny lips, slightly curved upwards in a small smirk.

The doctor finally gives up... knowing that there is no way she can win this round. "Fine... if you get yourself gutted I'm not going to stitch you back together... AGAIN."

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Slipping his fingers around the hem of that little black top, Schuldig starts tracing patterns across Watari's back while trailing a line of kisses up the blonde's neck. . . relishing in the muffled moan from the sexy shinigami. Pressing him against the door, the German smiles as he hears the other man's breathing intensify. . . so what if Brad was going to shoot him for bringing Watari back here. . . not like the Japanese didn't know where they lived.

Suddenly the door was jerked open, sending both men tumbling to the floor just inside the door. Nagi stood there, hand on the doorknob looking down at them. "Brad says 'get a room'."

Schuldig glares up at Nagi while Watari learns new shades of red as he starts blushing from head to toe.

"I have a room . . . . it's across the hall from Brad's."

"Then go to it... some of us are trying to work and listening to Brad bitch isn't helping." Nagi sounded down right cranky, there were faint circles under his eyes. He turned and started to walk back to his room.

Still blushing furiously, Watari starts getting up. . . "maybe it is a little late. . . "

"Nonsense... Brad's just cranky... and Nagi is desperately in need of some sleep... we'll go to my room."

"You are certain?" The shinigami asks, looking at Schuldig with large hazel eyes. . . making the German wonder how someone as essentially sweet as Watari could find interest in him. . .

"Yeah..." Pulled the blond to his feet and closed the door, locking it mechanically. He kicked his shoes to one side.

Taking off his shoes, Watari follows Schuldig. . . still a little unnerved by the rude entrance. . .

The door to Nagi's room is open and they can see the teen flopped on the bed, books and papers spread all around him. Schu leans in the doorway. "Nagi... you need sleep."

"I need to do well on these tests..."

Leaning his head against Schu's shoulder, Watari peeks in as well. . . "He's right. . . you are almost guaranteed an ulcer if you keep this level of stress. . . "

Nagi looked up, nearly in tears from frustration. "But I can't figure this out... I need to learn how to do this..." Schu didn't respond... he simply walked in and started to pile papers and close books. "Schu!"

"Nagi, you need rest. . . you aren't understanding the texts because you are exhausted. . . " Watari remarks while assisting Schuldig in picking up the papers.

Nagi just let his head fall on his arms. "I'm so behind..." He was practically falling asleep right where he was. Schu finished picking up the books and stacked them on the boy's overflowing desk. He scowled at the pile of Schwarz paperwork that the kid had obviously finished before trying to study.

Looking at Nagi, Watari uses the 'tone' of voice that he used to reserve for his nephews. . . "Bed, now."

"i'm on the bed..." he mumbled. Schuldig had to laugh.

"He means the right way... and under the covers..."

Crawling under the covers, Nagi is almost asleep by the time his head hits the pillow and the two men have turned out the lights. . .

The redhead chuckles as he pulls the door shut. "Nightly occurrence this close to test time. Poor kid's really pushing himself this time. He fell behind will he was hurt and he seems to think he has to catch up on everything immediately."

"Would it help if I wrote out a medical excuse for his hospitalization?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Well... he's pretty much caught up on the school stuff... he just thinks he's behind study wise. It's the other stuff... and Brad's not cutting him enough slack. It might not be a bad idea to kidnap him for a weekend though..."

Wrapping his arms lazily around Schu's waist, Watari leans against the taller man. "Perhaps I could arrange for him to come along on the company vacation. . . If I'm not mistaken, the way the department has been divided has Nanjiro and Wakaba in my group."

"mmm... that would be nice... he likes them... he needs more friends..." He kissed the top of the blonde's head and steered them toward his room.

Backing into the room, Watari levitates slightly and kisses Schuldig on the lips. . . "has anyone told him yet that he was in Meifu?"

"Don't think so... it hasn't come up..." He nudged the door shut. The room was softly light by a lamp by the bed. "mmm... nagi must have put the light on for me again..."

"That was nice of him. . ."