Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Kiji did what? ( Chapter 21 )

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On to the fanfiction...

Troubled Times.
Part twentyone

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Small reptilian eyes gaze out the window... not really seeing the outside world, merely his own reflection staring back at him. They call me a 'lizard' here, I suppose that to them that is all that I am... not RaiTei Kijin. For now I am just 'Kiji' the annoying lizard that these humans grudgingly put up with. Though, at the moment... I just miss my family.

He was also quite worried about his master. Tsuzuki hadn't looked so good when he'd summoned him. He hoped the shinigami was alright. In fact, he thought it kind of odd that the man hadn't checked in with him... if he was concerned enough to summon Kijin. He really had to find a way to get in touch with Tsuzuki... or home...

Almost annoyedly, he looks over when one of the humans enters the shop. Ken, the poor thing still hasn't stopped giving me unsettled looks since he saw how much larger my true form is... I suppose that I should try and make him feel a little higher on the food chain.

The small lizard scampers over from where it was lounging on the pillow and blinks up at the brunette. Purring, Kijin brushes up against the assasin's leg. I feel soo humiliated... but if it makes him feel better, Kijin rationalizes.

Ken smiled and reached down to pat the animal's head. "Hey there..."

Flicking his tongue out, Kijin taps Ken's finger tips and then nuzzles into the out stretched hand.

Glancing around to check if there was anyone to see... he dropped to his knees and started to pet the lizard. "I guess you're not as scary at this size, huh?"

Now you get it, the young thunder emperor thinks as he nods his head slightly and gives his ward's mate another playful flick of the tongue. My dad on the other hand... he can be scary in any incarnation. Just ask Tsuzuki.

Ken offered his arm to the lizard. "Here... if you want to ride around for a while..."

Climbing up, Kijin rests his head on 'the mate's' shoulder... looking around and generally having fun. Usually the one that is offered rides is his younger sister, not him.

The brunette starts puttering around the shop, humming and generally doing what he was supposed to do. With the small 'lizard' occasionally poking his nose in the way out of curiosity.

"KEN?!" Omi stood in the doorway to the back room. Both Ken and Kijin jump at the frightened and startled exclamation made by Weiss's youngest member. Scrambling off of the shoulder, Kijin darts underneath the counter... mostly to save his poor eardrums.

"Omi... he wasn't doing anything to me... just riding around... Kiji... I'm sorry, come back out please..."

Slinking out as dignified as he can, Kijin glares over at Omi. You didn't have to be so loud... he tries to tell the small blonde with a small growl.

Omi looked a little sheepish. "Sorry... it was just... I was surprised was all..."

Well you should be sorry.... A huff with a little steam is the response Omi gets from the irked dragon.

Kijin glances up in time to see Ran as the red haired man starts heading out... Scampering over, he finds with pathway blocked by a closed door. Growling, he rears up to start trying to twist the handle so he can follow his ward like Tsuzuki would have wanted him to...

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Ran stepped out of his car at the now very familiar clinic. His sister was doing so well, and it was all because of Muraki-sensei. The man was truly a miracle worker. Behind the building, the young man can hear the giggles of his sister and a few other patients.

Smiling... Ran walks around the building, Aya-chan might be back there... Turning round the corner, he can see Aya-chan being supported by Tsuzuki... who is currently giving her an improvisational dance lesson, much to her delight, and the delight of the other girls currently trying to help out with the roses.

He ducked back around the corner, content to peek around and just watch.

Twirling and spinning round and around... Ran can see the delicacy with which Tsuzuki moves... Pulling a laughing Aya-chan along with him in their games. The sunlight almost seems to dance around them, twinkling with the girl's innocent giggles.

"Tsuzuki... put her down please. Children it's time for you to go in." Muraki's voice rang out, though Ran couldn't see him from where he was.

Stopping their play, Tsuzuki gathers her crutches and sees the girl off... still chuckling a little from the distraction that they provided him with. Wiping a light sheen of sweat from his brow, he bids farewell to the patients as they disappear... Ran would guess back into the clinic.

"Tsuzuki..." The man's voice sounds... different somehow... almost... menacing...

"Muraki... Sorry, I just lost track of time..."

The man walked up to Tsuzuki... Ran thought the brunette looked almost scared. "I see. I believe you have an appointment to get ready for..."

"Hai... I'll go get ready now." Tsuzuki manages to stammer out as he starts towards the clinic...

Muraki reached out and grabbed the brunette's arm as he passed. He yanked the man closer, planting a kiss on his lips. "You do that..." He released the shinigami with a jerk and stalked toward the building. Tsuzuki had a couple tears of pain in his eyes. Wiping the tears away with a slight shudder, Tsuzuki heads back into the building as well... to prepare for the appointment.

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As soon as Tsuzuki entered his room... a fist came flying out of nowhere and caught him in the stomach. Falling to the floor, the shinigami tries to catch his breath... curling up, scared that this won't be the end of it.

"I told you to be ready." He kicked the shinigami for good measure, but took care not to hit his face.

"I'm sorry..." the brunette manages to gasp out after he is able to regain a little of his senses.... unaware of the tears already running a burning path down his cheeks.

"You will be... but we don't have time right now... get ready or we will be late..." Then his voice softened... "I want you to look your best..."

Shakily, Tsuzuki is able to get himself to his feet, and heads into the washroom to clean up... unaware that Ran managed to catch a glimpse of his somewhat graceless and rather pained rise.

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Nanjiro looks at the paperwork that was dumped on him and groans... How can anyone expect him to finish anything if they keep sending him on errands!!!! The blue haired shinigami sighed, as if his day hadn't been busy enough...

At least when Watari had been shoved into the wall no real damage had occurred to him... other than the dislocated shoulder. What kind of Neanderthals did Germany send them anyway?! Without warning the pencil he had been using snaps...

Nanjiro sighed and tossed the now useless pencil into the trash. He really wasn't doing anyone any good down here. Maybe he should go check on the others...

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"i'm fine...." the blonde tries to reassure the German currently hovering around him.

"Are you sure... damn I would have like to go at them... but Nagi wouldn't let me out of the room."

"For a good reason, baka..."

"Listen to him... he knows what he's talking about," Watari comments with a smile... not really clarifying what part of Nagi's statement he was referring to.

"Still I would..." Nagi gave him a mental shove that forced the redhead to sit down.

"Chill already... he's here... you're here, they're not."

"And they are receiving official reprimands as well as being reported on to their supervisors"

"Still..." He shut himself up this time by burying his face in Watari's golden hair. "I was afraid..."

Watari wraps his arms around his lover. "Hei hei... it's alright... it'll take something a lot stronger than a foreign shinigami to do serious damage to me..."

"I knew you'd be okay... I was afraid they'd take me.... and I'd never see you again..." His voice was barely above a whisper, not carrying beyond the curtain of hair.

"Legally you are Japanese now... they can't take you," the shingami says. "And if they did, we would just have to bring you right back."

"I know... but... still..."

Nagi watched from his bed. He'd taken precautionary measures in sealing the door, before they knew what the outcome would be... then had been ordered back into bed. He felt fine though... just bored.

Scooting back, Watari pulls Schuldig along with him further into the bed... wrapping long legs around, trying to offer as much comfort as possible. "They can't touch you... and I am within my legal right to use every available resource at my command to make sure that they do not take you. I won't let them touch even one red hair on you..."

Deciding to make this a little more personal, he switched to mental speech. /Really... you would do that for me?/

The blonde nuzzles slightly at the German's neck. /Just try and stop me./

/You... want me around that much?/

/Hei... I want you around so much that it hurts to even contemplate something harming you.../

/Really?.../ There was an oddly vulnerable note to his thought. /no one's... ever cared for me like that before.../

Cupping Schu's chin in his hand, Watari pulls him up to look him directly in the eye. /Now it seems you have a shinigami that adores you.../

An overwhelming feeling of happiness welled up, spilling over into the blond. Schu snuggled down next to him, content to just cuddle... and not caring who saw it or what they thought.

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Ran couldn't believe what he thought that he saw through the window... it's impossible. Muraki is the one responsible for making Aya-chan better again... There just has to be another explanation for what happened, the red head thinks to himself.

But the way he treated Tsuzuki... he was rough and... cruel. That couldn't be right... could it...

It just isn't possible for Muraki to be a bad person... he saves lives for a living. Not to mention that he was so generous to him and Aya...

And yet... that little voice that reminded him of Ken's kept pointing out... He didn't really know ANYTHING about the man. How many times had Weiss killed someone who seemed so good on the outside and were rotted to the core? **********

Looking down at the kimono... Tsuzuki doesn't know what to think, except for the fact that he really doesn't know how to put one on properly!

Muraki walked in... "Is there a problem?"

Amethyst eyes lock onto the 'good doctor' when he enters the room. "I don't know how to wear a kimono..." he says, scared that the pale man will take his aggressions out on him again.

"Aaah... yes... they can be a little tricky... the only difference for a female is the neck is set farther back and the obi... I can help you if you wish..."

Tsuzuki could melt on the spot... Yokatta!!! Nodding enthusiastically, the brunette assures Muraki that he would indeed appreciate the help in getting into the garment.

Muraki dressed him swiftly and professionally, as if he was simply an oversized doll. "Fortunately I've seen Oriya's girls get ready many times. There is a reason why they have professional dressers."

Waving his arms around, Tsuzuki plays a little with the long sleeves... ignoring the fact that he's just been treated like a part of Muraki's precious doll collection. "Hai hai..."

"Are you ready to get your hair done?"

Reaching up, the shinigami thoughtlessly runs a hand through his bangs that eternally seem to flop in his face. "My hair?"

"Of course... you can't wear a kimono looking like that... Come on... it's time to go."

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Several ornamental rocks land on the floor... more pebbles than anything else, causing such a commotion to wake the sleeping dragon. Poking his nose out from under the counter, the area that he'd been chased by Omi to keep him out of customers sights, the currently diminutive reptile examines the few shiny stones that have bounced into his forced hiding space.

Wrapping his tail around, he conceals a good third of the stones... sweeping them to the back, and away from reaching human hands, he assures himself that his 'prize' is safe before departing to the back room with a few being toted in his mouth and promptly finds a hiding spot for them there... Damn this not having proper hands in this form!!!

The process is repeated a second, third, fourth and even a fifth time as he transports the small pebbles. Dropping them off, and returning for the next set, all the while making sure that he stays away from prying eyes... Ken, Omi and Yohji are not especially appreciative when he tries to help, and react to him as though he were some sort of animal... The disgrace.

It's finally on his last trip that Yohji spies him disappearing into the back room...

"Gaaah... oh... it's you... sorry... I just saw movement and thought we had another rat for a moment there..."

Kijin looks up, and the light reflects off of the stones in his mouth.

"What are you up to?" The blond asked... happy to have any excuse to take a break...

Figuring that he's been caught. Kijin lays down the five stones in a line in front of him.

Yohji cocked his head. "What are you doing with those? I thought dragon hordes were made from gold and gems..." He smiled at Kijin.

Easy... I hope that someone here knows how to read Chinese, Kijin muses as he gives the lanky blonde a flick of the tongue and picks up the stones and starts trotting off to the back room again. Since I'm tired of being called 'Kiji'.....

Casting a glance at Omi and Ken... both busy, Yohji ducked into the back room. "Hey... dragon... where'd ya go?"

A small clicking sound leads the blonde playboy over to the dragon. Looking up, Kijin purrs and then sets the first five stones down... then goes to the hiding spot, and clicks at Yohji, trying to get him to go and help transport the pebbles to where he needs them.

"Sure dragon... sure..." He knelt down and scooped out a handful of pebbles and deposited them near where the dragon was working.

So that's how you train a human, Kijin muses as he begins pushing the stones around to make his Chinese name... remembering the proper stroke order. Rikugou would have a fit if he didn't do his best. As he nears the halfway point, the young RaiTei realizes that he doesn't have enough stones to complete. Turning his attention back to Yohji, he clicks at him again...

"Yeah yeah... pushy little thing..." But he did dig out another handful of stones. "Here you go."

After a bit... Kijin has finally finished setting out his name... 'RaiTei Kijin.' Assuming the worst, he finally makes a small arrow pointing from the name to an empty space and sits there. He's found out that when dealing with humans, one can always expect them to behave in the most brainless manner... What can one expect? They did evolve from monkeys after all.

"Okay... I'm guessing that this is really your name, right?"

Perhaps there is hope for this one after all, Kijin thinks as he nods his head.

Youji sighed. "I'm sorry dragon... but I don't really have a lot of education... I'll get Omi to come look, okay?"

Kijin waits for Yohji to return with the youngest assassin. The two enter just as he is yawning. Snapping his mouth shut, the little imp has already pulled that damn stunt of sticking his finger in my mouth before, he looks up expectantly.

Omi looks at the kanji then at the lizard then turns and smacks Yohji. "That's not funny... where did you come up with this idea?"

Rubbing his shoulder, Yohji looks at Omi as though he were wounded by his accusation. "What do you mean by that?"

"Come on... you're saying that animal drew complex kanji like these?"

Growling, Kijin grabs the first stone and decides to prove to that little snot that he did write this... Not bothering to desist with the growling, the name of his father is slowly written out... by taking pieces from his name.

Omi watched... eye's bugging out. "That... that's not possible.. the lizard... Yohji... do you see this?"

Small reptilian eyes lock onto cerulean blue. With an annoyed click, he looks back at the original destroyed kanji.

"Okay... fix it and I'll take a look..."

Yohji chuckled and knelt again. "Here dragon... more stones..."

Nearly cooing, Kijin cannot believe how pathetic he has to act to get these humans to do what he wants... but all's fair when training them, he supposes... Within what seems to be moment, but in all actuality is more like twenty minutes, Kijin finishes fixing his name. Looking down at it, he can't help but feel a little pride at having at least gotten through to the youngest that he is indeed intelligent... if not more so than him for having to put up with such stupidities from them all.

"Rai... tai... Ki.. jin?" Omi very slowly worked his way through the kanji...

Kijin sits up and blinks at Omi before offering a congratulatory purr to the boy.

"Okay... Reitai Kijin... what's special about that?" Yohji just smacked Omi across the back of his head.

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Looking into the mirror, Tsuzuki can barely recognize his own reflection gazing back at him... he can't be that longhaired innocent girl staring curiously back at him. It's impossible...

Muraki purred off to one side. "Lovely... the extensions are perfect... Now do it up, you have the ornaments I bought."

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Checking the bandages on Mastermind, Watari replaces them with fresh gauze... "In a few days this will be all healed up. Okay?"

"Yes. What will happen to us then?"

"Well, you will be taken back to the Esset facility... unless you have other plans for where you might want to go."

He looked away. "I guess not..."

Lightly smacking the red haired clone on the head, Watari smiles, "if you don't know what other alternatives you might have... you could ask," he says with a wink.

Mastermind frowned. "Alternatives?"

"Hei, alternatives," the blonde repeats. "The two of you are in a rather unique position at the moment. Since you are both rather dependant on Esset... Nanjiro indicated to me that you can't even shield properly."

The redhead looked confused. "Shield properly? I've been taught how to shield."

"Shall we test that?"

"I don't understand..."

Getting up, Watari goes to a large cabinet and pulls out Mastermind's clothes... washed and mended. "We're going somewhere to test your vaunted shielding capability," the blonde says with a bright smile as he hands over the clothes.

"So I am supposed to shield?"

"You don't shield all the time?" Watari asks, looking a little concerned.

"No... only when Oracle tells me to."

"Shielding is what keeps you," the blonde says, accenting his words with a light tap on Mastermind's forehead... causing his emotions to creep into the clone with the gentle touch, the sweet concern leaving a rich honey aftertaste, "separate from everyone else within your own mind."

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AN: Okay... so I missed my deadline and am still working on my project. Oops. ^^;;; If there was only more hours in the day... *sigh* Yannie and I are still here, and still going strong on the fic. So don't worry.

*happy dances around room* Gomen minna... Just have to brag about something kind of unrelated to the fic... Coming to a convention that might not be near you, is kiki-neesan... cosplaying, Watari!!! Ooh yeah.. ooh yeah.. ooh yeah.. XD

Responses to Reviews(fanfiction.net):

Blue-eyed Fox: Yeah, I know that it seems a little weird that I censor... but at least I don't censor any of the cursing... and trust me, I have a very low opinion on the use of vulgar and inappropriate language. But since you've already read my info on the main page, you kinda know why it is that I am forced to censor this fic. Want to be mad at someone? Be mad at the peeps that are in charge of the site, and the peeps that complained about the NC-17 fics. Me and Yannie? We don't care for the notion of having the fic pulled from useless.net... so, it gets censored. Be thankful that Yannie talked me out of neutering it as well over my sheer annoyance of having to censor. ^.~

Kara Angitia: Monty Python is pretty good... very smart comedy. I just wish that they would put it on tv where I am. *shakes head* I might as well ask for the moon while I'm making impossible wishes.
Hmmm... Germans and their sausages? Careful there, I'm positive that Watari adores Schuschu and hissausage....
Oh, and we are definately looking forward to seeing the fanart for Troubled Times that you are working on. ^_^

kaoru: I agree that the non NC-17 policy should be abandoned... but then again, I don't own useless.net, so there isn't much that I can do about that. *shrugs*
At the moment I'm working (very slowly) on a little side-story/omake from Kijin's POV. So that should at least be interesting to read when it is finished.
Watari marrying Schuldig? Sorry... but from my understanding, marriage isn't even an option yet, since (if I'm not mistaken) it's only recently that homosexuality in Japan has stopped being viewed as a mental disease. As much as I'd love to see them tie the knot, it's not going to happen... there's also the little fact that Watari is considered to be legally dead that kind of interferes with things a bit.

kitsuneblood: Yup... that is why I gave you the censored stickers... they need a good home you know, and I figured that a fellow Watari-tormentor-cause-we-love-him-so-much would be perfect. I'm also glad that you liked the new way of censoring, I thought that it would be fun to just leave names, pronouns and other random words in while marking everything else out. Besides, going back over the fiction is always good to do... it helps to ensure that no weird snaffus are comited later on (such as when I looked over a unposted fic that predates Troubled Times while being a different timeline completely, and realized that I was reading Nanjiro's first appearance in a fic... not to mention the fact that he originally had his hair pulled back in a ponytail there.)