Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal ❯ let the games begin ( Chapter 9 )

Hmm usual disclaimers apply

 

KD: not being a big fan of Ken, I'll hold him steady while you kick *grin*

 

dp: My Yotan's a sucker what can I say, much too nice for his own good.

 

dimonyo: I can't spoil the surprise yet, but you'll be answered soon. Very soon.

 

 

Chapter 9.

 

Aya looked at the kitchen door, surprised at having a visitor this early in the morning. Aya glanced at the clock on the stove again just to verify that yes it was absurdly early to have a visitor.

 

Aya walked to the door and opened it a crack in order to peer outside and see who was visiting. At least that was the plan, as soon as he had opened the door it was forced open by the person on the other side.

 

“Morning rotes katzchen,” Schuldig called as he walked into the kitchen as if he owned it. He opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a mug before helping himself to a cup of coffee.

 

“What the hell are you doing here?”

 

“You know very well why I am here, where are your team-mates?”

 

Part of Aya wanted to run upstairs grab his katana and make short work of Schuldig. The other part of him wanted to get Schuldig out of the house away from his sleeping and therefore defenceless team-mates.

 

“Sleeping huh? Nagi wake them up.”

 

Aya whirled to see the quiet teenager of Schwarz had entered the kitchen when he had been preoccupied with the redheaded bastard of a telepath.

 

“Now that's not nice is it?”

 

Aya's response was cut off when he heard three loud thumps from upstairs followed by three even louder yells.

 

“Shoved them off the bed Nagikins?”

 

Nagi glared but didn't respond. Aya wanted to dash upstairs and check on his team-mates but didn't trust the members of Schwarz at his back.

 

Ken surprisingly was the first one down into the extremely quiet, tension filled kitchen. He looked haunted as if he hadn't gotten much sleep last night. He entered, glared at the telepath and nodded at the telekinetic and went to pour himself a cup of coffee, he turned and appeared to remember his manners and offered the telekinetic a mug, too tired to speak he gestured his intent.

 

“Tea please.”

 

Ken put the kettle on, and seemed to go into hibernation waiting for the water to boil. Aya glared at the football player amazed he could be so off-guard in the presence of their enemies.

 

A few minutes later Omi was down, holding a print out in his hand.

 

“Morning Nagi-kun! How are you? You need to work on your wake up calls, it's a little bit painful. Schuldig.”

 

“Okay why am I the evil bastard and Nagikins isn't?”

 

“Ouka.”

 

“Accident.”

 

“Liar,” the young blonde hissed. Aya started he had never seen Omi so vehement, so angry.

 

Schuldig shrugged, there wasn't much he could say in his defence he hadn't meant to have the girl killed, but Kritiker had, so if it hadn't happened then it would have happened later. He decided not to tell the young assassin that, didn't think he was ready for it. Schuldig wasn't quite the heartless bastard people believed him to be. Oh by no means was he a nice person, but he usually had to have a reason to kill people. Farf didn't.

 

Yohji took a few minutes longer to come downstairs and enter the kitchen. Aya's eyes widened, the eldest assassin of Weiss looked like crap, Ken in his I-only-had-a-few-hours-of-sleep-last-night state looked like a bloody beauty queen compared with Yohji.

 

Objectively speaking Yohji probably would not look that bad if he hadn't been wearing the loose, ugly clothes that he was wearing. The clothing actually covered all of Yohji and made the blonde-brunette look frail and brittle. Aya sidled closer to Yohji, he wasn't sure what had happened between last night and this morning but he was pretty sure it involved Ken. Aya glared at the brunette as if just glaring would give him all the answers.

 

“Okay now that all the players are here, let the games begin.”