Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal 2 ❯ Omi, that brat ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Yohji doesn't belong to me. Oh yeah, neither do the others

 

A/N: what can I say this fic bothered me, so I wrote more

Oh yeah and any holes in the story are Schuldig's fault.

 

Bly: thanks, I'm glad you liked the ending. I hadn't originally planned it. But then again I never do.

KD: here's the sequel, or at least the beginnings of it.

dv: glad you liked.

Dimonyo: I guess the end in this case was the beginning :S who would have thunk?

gr: aya has a power? Schuldig! You forgot to tell everyone!

Bombay: for your reading pleasure.

Schmetterling: thanks!

Miss macabre: writing as fast as I can (well I lie but it makes you feel better no?)

 

Okay so that was the most reviews I've ever gotten for one chapter and I don't expect it to ever happen again. But you can go ahead and prove me wrong ;) Oh by the way complaints will be accepted since I didn't technically continue the story. Yet.

 

 

Chapter 1.

 

Omi walked into Yohji's room without knocking. There was an unsaid rule that if the door was open walk right in, however if the door was closed, well, stay far away from it.

 

The blonde was asleep again, and Schuldig was watching him sleep, one hand poised above Yohji as if afraid to touch.

 

“Go ahead he's not going to feel it; those meds keep him way under.”

 

Schuldig jumped, it was a sign of how distracted he was that he did not even hear Omi's approach.

 

He watched as Omi crawled into bed next to Yohji, cuddling against the blonde's chest.

 

“He's got more than two broken legs doesn't he?”

 

Schuldig didn't wait for a reply.

 

“You guys wouldn't keep him so medicated if it were just the legs. What happened, why won't he tell me?”

 

Omi looked at him, blue eyes serious for once, opened his mouth to say something.

 

Schuldig leaned forward from his seat, his whole body screaming of his eagerness to finally know.

 

“I heard you've been telling Yohji a story, can I hear?”

 

Weiss was Weiss, and Schwarz was Schwarz, apparently never any grey. Omi would never tell him anything important.

 

Schuldig shook his head clearing it, “I'd have to start all over,” he whined.

 

“I heard yesterday's continuation of the story didn't go so well, so it'd only be one day. Yohji's asleep anyway and you were planning to stay with him all night.”

 

“Who told you about yesterday, it couldn't have been Aya.”

 

“Yohji was awake for a bit this morning and he told Ken.”

 

“Hmm,” Schuldig sighed. “Once upon a time…”

 

 

“I think Nagi's in that story more than I am.”

 

Schiesse, was everyone a critic?

 

“And I do not have trust or betrayal issues. It's not my fault my father abandoned me,” the small, awake blonde huffed.

 

“And Yohji's hair is blonde isn't it?”

 

“What month is it?” The voice was slurred, but understandable and promised an awake and alert Yohji, eventually.

 

Thank God, it meant that Schuldig would get some relief from Omi, and his never ending questions.

 

“Yohji it's November.”

 

“Not now Omittchi, what month is it in the story?”

 

Two pairs of eyes, one pair blue the other green focused on Schuldig.

 

“I don't know. Does it matter?”

 

“Yeah,” said Yohji, sitting up. “Well in the summer I am blonde, the sun lightens my hair, and in winter my hair darkens to a brunette.”

 

And people thought that he, Schuldig was vain.

 

“Fine which do you prefer blonde or brunette?”

 

“Hmm I think the blonde looks better on you Yohji-kun.”

 

“Okay it's July then.”

 

Sheesh.

 

“And Aya is Aya and Aya-chan is not `chan' or Aya or whatever, that's just confusing.”

 

“Yohji shut that brat up before I do it.”