Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal ❯ Kritiker is a child born out of wedlock... ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: haven't updated here in a while mostly because I'm upset with myself…this was supposed to be a PWP and it developed a plot. Hmph. I just wanted to get Yotan laid!

 

KD: I must say a `snerk' is a new one…

 

dimonyo: omi has abandonment/betrayal issues...(although I will agree with you stupid Omi)

 

the_butler: did I ever tell you I always think of the movie Clue (b/c the butler did it)…anyway I digress…do you know that until you pointed them out to me I never noticed how short my chapters were? I'd hate me if I was reading my stories…however this doesn't mean that I made them longer, just that I'm now aware of the length. Thanks for the compliment though and don't you dare write short chapters!

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6.

 

Kritiker didn't trust them and had taken to spying on them; it was the only explanation.

 

Yohji handed the flashlight over to Aya indicating that he should treat Omi's wounds, but not leave the room where it would no doubt be brighter. The kitchen was now eerily silent and dark.

 

“Why?”

 

Yohji glared at Ken, stooped next to him and smacked him on his head. Once again he put his finger on his lips. He then walked around the kitchen prowling, armed with a screwdriver and hammer. Every now and then he paused in his search and once finding what he sought, he would smash it with a hammer. Ken got up from the floor and decided to follow Yohji around, trying to figure out what the eldest assassin was doing. Yohji reached an electrical socket that had not been working for weeks, and unscrewed the plate above it; he then pulled out a black piece of electrical equipment and proceeded to hammer it into smithereens.

 

Ken gaped - they had been bugged.

 

Yohji turned on the kitchen sink faucet.

 

“I think that's it,” he said still speaking quietly. The volume of his voice, and the fact that the faucet was on belied his words.

 

Aya turned away from Omi as none of the boy's wounds needed bandaging; he had just needed to remove a few glass shards from Omi. Nothing serious.

 

Omi got up, and left the kitchen returning quickly with a black box. He flipped a switch and walked around the room; the box beeped when he reached the coffee machine, wordlessly he pointed.

 

Yohji walked to the machine, inspected it for a long while and then eventually found the bug and smashed it with the hammer.

 

He turned smirking at the chibi, “Apparently I'm not the only one with a secret.”

 

Ken turned off the faucet, and sat at the table next to Omi who proceeded to explain, “I was curious about the tracers that we -”

 

“No need to explain Omittchi, we all have our secrets.”

 

“Thanks Ken-kun,” turning to Yohji Omi continued, “So are you going to tell us anything?”

 

“Hmm. Well to make a long story short I left the shop one day not long ago and noticed that the signs I leave in my room to make sure no one entered when I wasn't there were tampered with.”

 

“What signs?”

 

Aya glared at Ken, a `stop interrupting and let the man finish the story' glare, but unfortunately for Aya 1) Ken didn't see the glare having been looking at Yohji who was standing by the sink 2) it was dark in the kitchen and the glare lost some of its potency in the diminished light and 3) as stated previously he couldn't interpret silent messages.

 

“Well one of them is that I always leave a strand of hair on my bedside, you know the scotch tape on the door thing, and a few others that I won't tell you about to ensure that I can still tell when you guys sneak in.”

 

“We don't go into each other's rooms.”

 

“You don't Aya. But Kenken has in the middle of the night to get stuff that he left in my room after some late night conversations.”

 

Aya raised an eyebrow, Ken had been in the playboy's room in the middle of the night?

 

“And Omittchi's sneaked in to steal `CD's'”

 

The youngest assassin looked flustered, more to be found out than about having stolen the CD's. The eldest assassin simply smirked in return.

 

Aya cleared his throat, trying to get Kudoh back on track.

 

“Anyway so I noticed someone had been in my room, but nothing was missing so I simply deduced that something must have been placed in my room. Snooped around a bit and discovered a bug and a camera. I destroyed them, can you imagine having a camera spy on me in my bedroom? Hmph.”

 

“So there are bugs and cameras in all our bedrooms?” Ken said getting up no doubt ready to destroy the bug, but not before where telling Kritiker where they could stick it.

 

“Nah I removed them all, I left the ones in the main rooms and hallways, so that Kritiker wouldn't feel the need to replace the ones in the bedroom and bathroom.”

 

“There was one in the bathroom?”

 

Aya decided to defuse the situation before it got worse and they'd be here all night. He wanted to have a decision made before Aya came back from her night out with her (female) friends.

 

“So what else is in the bag Kudoh?”

 

Yohji dug in the bag a while until he found what he sought. “Urea!” he shouted in delight.

 

Omi and Aya smothered a grin, “That's eureka,” the blonde corrected.

 

Yohji shrugged dismissing it as being unimportant. Ken grabbed the book from his hands. “Contingency plans,” he read and randomly flipped through the book.

 

Aya and Omi could see well enough to know that the book was in Kudoh's script and that the whole book was painstakingly written. Painstakingly because the blonde-brunette had handwriting normally that looked like a five year old on crack, while this book was actually legible.

 

Yohji grabbed the book back from Ken, noting the brunette's upset face, and flipped a few pages until he read aloud, “Contingency plan #31: Kritiker is a bastard.”