Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal ❯ a single seater couch ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13.

 

Aya, Yohji and Ken sat in the TV room, none of them moving. Ken was on the single seater*, Aya was on a kitchen chair that he had dragged into the room, while Yohji was sprawled on the couch.

 

Actually Yohji was anything but sprawled, as sprawled seemed to imply some sort of relaxing, which Yohji was anything but. The man was drawn tighter than his wire around someone's neck. Yohji had his eyes closed with his head resting on the armrest of the couch and would have looked asleep if you were blind, or perhaps completely insensitive to the atmosphere that radiated in the room.

 

Ken sighed, wondering how long they were going to stay quiet and tense like this, things would have been so much better if Yohji had just found an outfit, and snapped out of this funk that he gotten in. And Ken would have been so much happier if he could have gotten laid.

 

“Don't even think of it.”

 

Sheesh, how the hell had Yohji known what the hell he (Ken) had been thinking anyway, and back to the tense silence we go. Fun, fun.

 

“Three hours and twelve minutes!” Schuldig screamed as he came flying into the house, followed by a more sedate Nagi.

 

“Three hours and twelve minutes! Do you have any idea how long that is?” the flame-haired man ranted.

 

“One hundred and ninety-two minutes or if you want eleven thousand five hundred and twenty seconds.” Ken couldn't really say that he was surprised that the comment had come from Prodigy.

 

“Exactly eleven thousand five hundred and twenty seconds! Eleven thousand five hundred and twenty seconds of you screaming my name in my head!”

 

“I wasn't screaming, I was singing your name to Beethoven's `Ode to Joy.'”**

 

“For three hours and twelve minutes!”

 

“Well I wanted your attention, and you were ignoring me.”

 

“For good reason! I was told to stay away from you today.”

 

“Exactly now tell me what the hell is going on!”

 

Schuldig deflated realising that the gig was up, “Look you already suspect what's going on so why don't you get Manx to confirm so I can get the hell out of here.”

 

“She's not answering her phone and I don't want suspicions I want confirmation.”

 

“If you had stayed home, none of this would have happened.”

 

“If I had stayed home then you would never have told me, and I'd be living a lie, and been attacked by these two idiots all night!” the blonde finally screamed losing his temper.

 

 

 

 

 

* I'm sure single seater couches have a name but I haven't a clue, I know a two seater is a love seat, three or more is just a couch?

 

** Sorry last night in my sleep-addled, confused mind I forgot to give credit where credit is due….Thanks to KD! Who gave me the idea. I hope she doesn't kill me for not asking to borrow the idea.