Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ By the Book ❯ Goddammit ( Chapter 5 )

Author: this thorn

Disclaimers: See first chapter

Warnings: I'm delaying the citrusy stuff in favor of getting all other involved parties up to speed with the situation. In my quest for realism, I usually avoid having more than one gay couple within a group of characters. It's hard enough to meet someone at a gay bar, yet alone just stumble across someone in your own house.

Still, I do have six boys doing absolutely nothing. Maybe Nagi should join the FFA?

They were closer than ever.

For two days after Manx paid them a visit, Aya refused to leave his room, Omi refused to leave his computer, and Youji refused to leave his bottle. They were living like strangers in the same house.

But on the third morning Aya came downstairs, looking like death warmed over, and started making breakfast. It seemed only right to Youji to put his liquor aside and he left silently to retrieve Omi from the basement.

After a quiet breakfast together, Aya had led them downstairs to watch a movie, a sorrowful glare silencing Omi's attempts to take himself elsewhere. The youngest member of Weiß showed some small surprise at the sudden change in atmosphere but, in his slightly clouded mind, it all made perfect sense to Youji.

Aya must have realized, the same as he did, just how much they had to lose. Youji had taken for granted that he joined Weiß because he lost everything else, and that he would never have anything again. It had taken losing Ken for him to recognize that, in his time at the flower shop, he had gained a family no less important to him than Asuka was. He'd lost a friend. A brother.

If Youji had any doubts as to his teammate's comprehension of the situation, Aya made it obvious when he sat apart from the others, watching them more than the movie, as though he were afraid to let them out of his sight for even a moment. Omi, on the other hand, was huddled about himself on the couch, tired eyes watching the movie without seeing.

Youji reached out and pulled the boy to him, feeling an unnamable pain well up inside him as Omi gripped his shirt desperately and began sobbing into his side. Suddenly Aya was sitting on his left, putting a strong arm about him. Youji pulled him closer with his free arm and dropped his head onto the redhead's shoulder, wanting the meager assurance that they three were still there. Aya apparently wanted the same thing, for he began running slender fingers through Youji's wavy hair.

They remained that way well after the movie was over, huddled together in the eerie blue light. A single tear splashed onto Youji's cheek and he smiled sorrowfully, giving both teammates a gentle squeeze. Somehow, he knew, they'd be all right.

Nagi read the sentence for the fifteenth time without understanding it.

How could he concentrate when there was a stranger asleep in the room right next to his? And not just a stranger, but one of the enemy!

The books on Nagi's desk began dancing off the shelf, but he didn't notice until a dictionary fell and landed on his hand.

"Goddammit!" he screamed, for once wishing he were as well-versed in cursing as Schuldig. Schuldig. Just the thought of the redhead infuriated him even more as he sent his pencil rocketing at the closed door. "Shit."

Nagi wanted to talk to someone. He considered Crawford first, knowing the issue was really the business of the team leader to begin with, but that wasn't an option at the moment. Crawford appreciated him for his professionalism and cool head - running into his room with accusations and a temper would get him kicked out just as quickly, and he could do without the embarrassment.

Farfarello was always willing to listen to him - a blessing he had been grateful for every day since they had first taken the Irishman from the asylum - but the madman was temporarily unavailable. He had been acting strangely ever since Schuldig had brought his new `toy' home. Strange for Farfarello, at any rate. And Nagi couldn't blame him.

Talking to the telepath was even less of an option. Nagi wanted nothing more than to strangle him with his own bandanna. And `Matze,' or whatever the idiot German was calling the Weiß assassin, was completely out of the question. He wasn't even in the same league.

Nagi had the urge to scream again: sometimes the sixth floor apartment seemed suffocatingly small. He felt trapped with them. They were his roommates, his coworkers, his friends, his family. He stuffed his books and laptop into his rucksack, determined to go somewhere else - anywhere else - but he never made it out his bedroom door. He realized there was nowhere else to go.

Matze woke to a scream. He lay staring at the ceiling for several minutes, but the noise was not repeated.

Maybe I imagined it?

With a sighed he rolled onto his side. The light entering through the tall window was his only means of telling time, and it told him his time was coming quickly.

As the room slowly grew dimmer his eyelids grew heavier, and he drifted again into a peaceful slumber.

Matze awoke again to find it was completely dark. He looked around, but couldn't see whatever caused him to wake up. He was still tired. Suddenly a pair of strong arms scooped him up from the side and he found himself staring into Schuldig's face.

The foreigner didn't say a word, but grinned. Evilly, Matze wanted to say, but it was probably just the lack of light - and maybe his own anxiety as well. Still feeling the gaze upon him he quickly turned his head into Schuldig's chest and threw his arms about him in the most comfortable way he could. The redhead seemed content enough for he began slowly walking for the door. Matze shuddered as the cold air of the hallway hit him and he chanced a glance back as his bed slowly receded and melted into the darkness. Suddenly, his vision was interrupted by a door. Turning his head around, he realized that Schuldig had brought him into his bedroom. Our bedroom, Matze urgently reminded himself. Our room.

Ken: This is depressing. Why did you ruin my life?

TT: Ruin? I'd like to think it's more like…changing your perspective.

Ken: You didn't need to throw me in the looney bin to do that.

Schuldig: Hey! I resent that!

Farfarello: Nothing lies behind the mirror.

TT: Exactly. And, really, it's not Ken's perspective that needs changing.

Ken: Not me?

TT: Nope. Not really.

Schuldig: Then whose?

Nagi: Shut up, you bastard.

Crawford: Nagi, go to you room.

Nagi: I'm already in there!

Crawford: I see. Then no more Internet porn.

Schuldig: I knew you had it in ya, kid!

Nagi: …