Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Go, Or Go Ahead ❯ You got me writing lyrics on postcards ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: forever_smitten 
Schuldig and Crawford aid Yohji and Aya-chan in escaping from Kritiker agents.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
Schuldig and Crawford aid Yohji and Aya-chan in escaping from Kritiker agents.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
Aya felt like she was in a really bad spy movie as the black car sped down the expressway. She didn't see any of the cars that were previously following them, but it looked like the American man- Crawford- wasn't taking any chances. The car weaved in and out of the lanes with so much speed, Aya felt as though they went up on two wheels at least once. She looked over at Yohji. The older man removed his tie and tied it tightly around his arm to slow the bleeding. He looked irritated to be in the car with these two men. Aya didn't think they were friends of his.
"What the hell do you two want with us?" Yohji demanded, glaring at Crawford's reflection in the rear view mirror.
"It's not what we want," Crawford said, never taking his eyes from the road. "It's what our client wants."
Yohji snorted. "And what does your client want?"
"The lovely Miss Fujimiya." Schuldig answered.
Aya frowned angrily at the man sitting in the passenger's seat. 'How does he know who I am?' She wondered.
"We had business with you before, girly." The German said, watching in the rear view mirror as her eyes widened.
"You can read my mind?" Aya asked.
"You catch on quick. Much quicker than your dopey brother." Schuldig teased.
The young girl sat back and huffed. 'Is there anyone who doesn't know Ran?' Aya made a mental note to give her brother a verbal beating the next time she saw him.
Yohji appeared confused. "I thought Esset was wiped out." He remembered the three old people who tried to summon a demon into Aya's body.
Crawford snorted. "No, Balinese. The Sanroujin were wiped out. Esset is something else entirely." He adjusted his glasses with one hand, keeping the other on the steering wheel as the car all but flew down the road. "We don't work for them these days."
"We're actually on the run. Esset's kinda angry we killed off their best agents." Schuldig said with a smirk.
"Um, Excuse you, but Weiß had a hand in it, too." Yohji interrupted.
"Anyway," Crawford said. "Schuldig and I are now on Esset's…" Crawford searched for the correct term.
"Shit list?" The German interjected helpfully.
The older man paused, considering it. "Yes, that." He continued, "Nagi was lucky enough to be taken into Kritiker. As for Farfarello, no one's been able to find him. All the better, I suppose." Crawford finished.
"And what happened to him?" Yohji wondered aloud.
"He ran away." Schuldig said. "With a girl."
"…Huh." Yohji was at a loss for words.
"So where are you taking us anyway?" Aya asked.
Schuldig shrugged. "First? The airport. After that, I don't know. Our job ends there."
"And you're working for whom?" Yohji asked.
Crawford shook his head. "You wouldn't believe us if we told you."
"Friggin' Nagi Naoe." Schuldig supplied.
"Naoe?" Aya gasped. She knew him. She had classes with him. She might've even talked to him once. "But I go to school with him. What business does he have with assassins?"
"He is an assassin. One of the best in the world." Crawford answered, and then added quickly "But not better than Schuldig or myself."
"Pssh! As if anyone could hope to be." Schuldig agreed.
Yohji felt sick. Never in a million years did he ever imagine he'd be in the back seat of a car bleeding all over Crawford's leather seats while he and Aya were whisked away to safety by Schwarz. And then there was Asuka, his house, his car, his life-- what he thought was his life. All of it changed so fast. He only hoped Omi, Ken and Aya were happy, living a peaceful life somewhere. "How is your brother, Aya?" He needed to ask… anything to keep his mind off Asuka, if only for a short while.
"Well, Ran lives in England now." Aya said. "He said I could visit him over summer holiday. He really likes it over there, too. He even opened a new flower shop."
Somehow Yohji wasn't surprised. Out of the four of them, Ran seemed to actually enjoy being a florist the most. It suited someone quiet and serious like him. Ken just went along with it, as did Omi and himself. Ran actually understood the language of flowers and made the most extravagant arrangements. A few times, Yohji remembered seeing Ran alter the others' arrangements- not because he was a control freak, but because he actually enjoyed the job and was very meticulous about it. He suddenly remembered the katana. "Did his sword ever get to him?"
Aya nodded. "I think so. He mentioned it to me once, but I've never seen it on display at the apartment."
"Oh." Yohji said quietly. He felt a little disappointed.
"We're almost to the airport, so I want you guys to be ready." Schuldig said. He reached into his holster and pulled out one of his guns. "Knowing Kritiker, that place will be crawling with agents."
"Nagi had a plane ready for you, it's just a matter of getting to the gate without being detected." Crawford said, pulling the car over to a gas station. He reached across the armrest and opened the glove box, retrieving a pair of scissors. "Go cut your hair." He said, handing the scissors to Aya.
"Cut my hair? Are you crazy?" Aya all but shrieked. "It took me forever to get it this long and now you want me to cut it?"
"You can cut your hair," Crawford said "or you can get shot in the back of your head by a Kritiker agent. Which of the outcomes I've Seen is more favorable to you?"
"I'll be back." With a sigh, Aya grabbed the scissors and went inside the gas station to use the bathroom's mirror.
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"What the hell do you two want with us?" Yohji demanded, glaring at Crawford's reflection in the rear view mirror.
"It's not what we want," Crawford said, never taking his eyes from the road. "It's what our client wants."
Yohji snorted. "And what does your client want?"
"The lovely Miss Fujimiya." Schuldig answered.
Aya frowned angrily at the man sitting in the passenger's seat. 'How does he know who I am?' She wondered.
"We had business with you before, girly." The German said, watching in the rear view mirror as her eyes widened.
"You can read my mind?" Aya asked.
"You catch on quick. Much quicker than your dopey brother." Schuldig teased.
The young girl sat back and huffed. 'Is there anyone who doesn't know Ran?' Aya made a mental note to give her brother a verbal beating the next time she saw him.
Yohji appeared confused. "I thought Esset was wiped out." He remembered the three old people who tried to summon a demon into Aya's body.
Crawford snorted. "No, Balinese. The Sanroujin were wiped out. Esset is something else entirely." He adjusted his glasses with one hand, keeping the other on the steering wheel as the car all but flew down the road. "We don't work for them these days."
"We're actually on the run. Esset's kinda angry we killed off their best agents." Schuldig said with a smirk.
"Um, Excuse you, but Weiß had a hand in it, too." Yohji interrupted.
"Anyway," Crawford said. "Schuldig and I are now on Esset's…" Crawford searched for the correct term.
"Shit list?" The German interjected helpfully.
The older man paused, considering it. "Yes, that." He continued, "Nagi was lucky enough to be taken into Kritiker. As for Farfarello, no one's been able to find him. All the better, I suppose." Crawford finished.
"And what happened to him?" Yohji wondered aloud.
"He ran away." Schuldig said. "With a girl."
"…Huh." Yohji was at a loss for words.
"So where are you taking us anyway?" Aya asked.
Schuldig shrugged. "First? The airport. After that, I don't know. Our job ends there."
"And you're working for whom?" Yohji asked.
Crawford shook his head. "You wouldn't believe us if we told you."
"Friggin' Nagi Naoe." Schuldig supplied.
"Naoe?" Aya gasped. She knew him. She had classes with him. She might've even talked to him once. "But I go to school with him. What business does he have with assassins?"
"He is an assassin. One of the best in the world." Crawford answered, and then added quickly "But not better than Schuldig or myself."
"Pssh! As if anyone could hope to be." Schuldig agreed.
Yohji felt sick. Never in a million years did he ever imagine he'd be in the back seat of a car bleeding all over Crawford's leather seats while he and Aya were whisked away to safety by Schwarz. And then there was Asuka, his house, his car, his life-- what he thought was his life. All of it changed so fast. He only hoped Omi, Ken and Aya were happy, living a peaceful life somewhere. "How is your brother, Aya?" He needed to ask… anything to keep his mind off Asuka, if only for a short while.
"Well, Ran lives in England now." Aya said. "He said I could visit him over summer holiday. He really likes it over there, too. He even opened a new flower shop."
Somehow Yohji wasn't surprised. Out of the four of them, Ran seemed to actually enjoy being a florist the most. It suited someone quiet and serious like him. Ken just went along with it, as did Omi and himself. Ran actually understood the language of flowers and made the most extravagant arrangements. A few times, Yohji remembered seeing Ran alter the others' arrangements- not because he was a control freak, but because he actually enjoyed the job and was very meticulous about it. He suddenly remembered the katana. "Did his sword ever get to him?"
Aya nodded. "I think so. He mentioned it to me once, but I've never seen it on display at the apartment."
"Oh." Yohji said quietly. He felt a little disappointed.
"We're almost to the airport, so I want you guys to be ready." Schuldig said. He reached into his holster and pulled out one of his guns. "Knowing Kritiker, that place will be crawling with agents."
"Nagi had a plane ready for you, it's just a matter of getting to the gate without being detected." Crawford said, pulling the car over to a gas station. He reached across the armrest and opened the glove box, retrieving a pair of scissors. "Go cut your hair." He said, handing the scissors to Aya.
"Cut my hair? Are you crazy?" Aya all but shrieked. "It took me forever to get it this long and now you want me to cut it?"
"You can cut your hair," Crawford said "or you can get shot in the back of your head by a Kritiker agent. Which of the outcomes I've Seen is more favorable to you?"
"I'll be back." With a sigh, Aya grabbed the scissors and went inside the gas station to use the bathroom's mirror.
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