Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal 2 ❯ Guess who's back, back again? ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: me no ownee

 

A/N: it's been a while huh…I'm no good with the lemon-y thing so I'm afraid I put this on the back burner rather than tackle it, and I suspect I just may be killed anyway. Sigh. I tried.

 

KD: you did read it before it was my teaser when I was contemplating writing a sequel to Appeal, and there's no poor Yohji if he's always getting tackled and tied ;)

 

Bly: I'll leave the angst for you ;) …my Yotan's supposed to be having sex and lot of it ;) Hehe this might have been slightly long in coming…but then again so is No Mercy ( I'm ignoring extenuating circumstances)

 

Dv: thank you

 

Missy: length (of my fics) don't matter…:P

 

Tygrrlyli (hope I spelt that write. Don't ask why I didn't just copy and paste): I'm glad that you are enjoying! I can't say that I don't enjoy you reviewing, but I'm just glad you're reading!

 

Dimonyo: honestly that was the only reason I could ever see Yohji being straight (either that or he's in denial)

 

Amy the Evitable: squee! Big fan of event horizon (any hope of that being revived??)

 

Trio Wing: *deep breath* (grin) trying trying trying trying (etc.)

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Schuldig paused.

 

“Don't stop there! Who on earth would stop there!” Omi practically screamed.

 

“I'm sorry Omi, but you're too young for this.”

 

“Why does everyone treat me like a bloody child! I am not a child! I'm seventeen darn it. I can drink in most countries, I pay adult prices in the cinema, most people my age lost their virginities years ago, so stop treating me like a child!”

 

“Schu-baby, stop being mean. You know you only stopped to catch your breath.”

 

Schuldig snickered, “But it's so much fan Yo~tan.”

 

“Schu-baby?” the youngest assassin in the room queried incredulously. “Schu-baby. Oh my! Schu-baby, or do you prefer Schu-honey? Would you be a doll Schu-baby and finish the story?”

 

Schuldig grabbed a pillow from behind Yohji, and thwacked Omi with it who was laughing too hard to defend or retaliate.

 

Schuldig turned to Yohji, who had uttered the cursed words, and prepared to thwack him to no end with his mighty weapon: the pillow.

 

“Not the head Schu-baby!”

 

Schuldig, grinned evilly at that, and proceeded to raise the pillow high and then brought it down forcefully, aiming for Yohji's head. Schuldig's expression was almost comical when he realised he had missed, for at the very last second Omi had intercepted taking the blow meant for Yohji.

 

“Not his head Schuldig-san.”

 

Omi's expression was serious. Very serious

 

Quick as a flash Schuldig's expression changed from manic glee to blankness. Not a good sign. “Why won't you tell me what's wrong with him? What the hell are you hiding?”

 

Schuldig turned to torment his boyfriend to 'fess up or put up, but instead discovered that the brunette had fallen asleep. Yohji was lazy yes, but not narcoleptic. Something was wrong.

 

“Spill it,” he hissed at Omi.

 

“Shhh. Finish the story and I'll tell you.”

 

“Stop trying to distract me. Spill. It. Now.”

 

“Fine, but let's go somewhere.”

 

“The café on the corner.”

 

“No, I've got a better idea. Follow me.”

 

Schuldig followed Omi out of the Weiss boys' shared apartment, and out of the Koneko. Omi rode his scooter whilst Schuldig `borrowed' Yohji's car - the brunette would have a fit if he knew that anyone had driven his car - and followed Omi in and out of Tokyo's crowded streets. Omi finally stopped at a little diner, and parked his scooter not far from the entrance; there were some advantages to driving a small vehicle. It took Schuldig a little longer to find a parking spot for Yohji's car.

 

Schuldig entered the grimy diner and realised that he had no idea where they were; his sense of direction in Tokyo had never kicked in as he had never bothered to learn his whereabouts - that's what other people were for, with a population of over twelve million people someone was bound to know how to get to somewhere Schuldig knew.

 

Omi waved his hand to get Schuldig's attention, and then did what he had done since he had announced that he would discuss Yohji's condition with him - the boy deliberately thought of apples: red, green, ripe, juicy, anything but of Yohji.

 

Smart boy, but highly annoying.

 

Schuldig sat. “So why the hell did you bring me here?”

 

Omi ignored his question and instead signalled the waitress to bring two coffees, black, no sugar.

 

The boy waited for the waitress to bring their order, and then to bring back their order after getting confused by the complicated order of two black coffees with no sugar and instead bringing two café au lait's with heaps of sugar*.

 

Finally the waitress was gone, and it was just Omi and Schuldig again. The latter becoming more and more irked as Omi continued to stare at his coffee as if it's dark depths held the meaning to life or at the very least the answer to Schuldig's question.

 

Finally the blonde spoke, “Yohji-kun's injury…” Omi's voice trailed off.

 

Schuldig contemplated strangling the blonde: he had Yohji's car why not use his method of killing.

 

The younger assassin looked up and met the Schwarz assassin's eyes; concerned blue met wary blue.

 

“Esset's back.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

*No offence meant to anyone in the waiting business, I just wanted to annoy Schu even more