Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Interlude 5 ( Chapter 10 )

Author's Notes: All Weiss Kreutz stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the lucky bastards who do own them. I make nothing off this except my perverted pleasure. I took these boys out to play and let them frolic like they really wanted to `cause that's the kinda sick and twisted little puppy I am. The song snippet is by Enigma and all rights apply to them.

 

Thanks goes to Race for beta-ing this for me. You are a doll.

 

Thanks also goes to kuyashinaki for providing me with the German phrases. Any spelling/grammar mistakes are completely mine.

 

~ indicates character POV

** indicates internal conversation.

 

 

Interlude 5

 

In The Shadow, In The Light - Enigma from the album `Voyageur'

 

But if we don't understand…
Hell is happy, heaven is sad
And that's the result of our brain…
Insane…

 

~Yohji~

 

I woke up to a quiet house and a pounding headache. I was disgusted with myself; I had fainted. I could have called it passing out, but the simple truth was that I had swooned like some tragic heroine in those romance novels Aya claimed he only bought for his sister. I remembered Schuldig's fear and pain and him saying Nagi was trying to kill him. I remembered feeling angry that Nagi was trying to kill Schuldig and a burst of some kind of warm, tingly sensation in my head and then…nothing. It was strangely similar to the time that Aya had laid a mental beating on me and Schuldig but I didn't feel nearly so bad.

 

I pushed the blankets off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I noticed then that I was naked. Aya must have been the one to undress me, I thought, with a little curl of warmth that he cared. I was positive neither Omi nor Ken would have done more than the shoes and maybe my belt. I pulled on a pair of old sweats and staggered for the bathroom to excavate the extra strength pain pills I knew were lurking in the medicine cabinet.

 

I was on my way back to bed when I heard my cell going off. I never thought the ring was as shrill and annoying as it was when I couldn't find the damn thing. Whoever was calling wasn't giving up and I had forgotten to turn on the message service. When I did finally locate the nagging beast buried under a pile of clothes, I answered with a snarled, “What?”

 

“Feeling a little under the weather are we?”

 

“Who the fuck is this? I have one mother of a headache and I swear if this is some telemarketer, I will hunt you down and kill you in a very up close and personal way.”

 

“Now is that really any way to talk to the one person who is going to tell you exactly what is making you feel so shitty, Balinese?”

 

That got my attention. I still couldn't place the voice but there were precious few people who knew my codename. Aside from my own team and any surviving operatives the list was stunningly short. It wasn't Schuldig; I'd recognize his voice anywhere, so it had to one of his team mates. The voice sounded too sane and too deep to be either Farfarfello or Nagi. That left Crawford. Internal alarms were going off like mad, making my head pound even harder and so I was less than my typical charming self.

 

“I don't know what the hell you're talking about. How did you get this number? Why are you even calling me?”

 

“Don't play dumb Kudou. I know you, Aya and Schuldig are involved. I know about Aya and Schuldig draining you. I even know the how and why. Interested to find out? Listen to your gut feelings. They'll tell you if I'm lying or not.”

 

I clenched the phone tightly. My gut feelings were urging me to hear Crawford out. I wondered how he knew about the three of us. I was sure that Schuldig wouldn't have told him. Then again, how much could you really keep from a man that could see the future?

 

“Fine. Spill it,” I said.

 

“Not over the phone. You pick the place and I'll meet you there. Public or private; I don't care. I'm not setting you up. This is important. It'll change your life and that of those around you.”

 

“That's got to be the worst pick up line, ever. You sound like some cheesy televangelist,” I snorted. But my gut was telling me he was on the level. “There's an all night coffee shop not far from my place near the park on the corner. Meet me there in an hour. I'll wait ten minutes, then I'm gone.”

 

“I'll be there. I don't suppose I need to tell you to come alone. Your lovers are not going to be happy with me for telling you this before they do but it's important and I don't want either of them fucking this up for us all,” Crawford abruptly cut the connection.

 

I was left with Crawford's strange words tumbling through my head when Aya stuck his head around the door. He looked startled to find me awake and holding a cell phone. I felt a little rush of pleasure when he looked at my bare chest with a flash of desire in his purple eyes. I still felt hurt and betrayed but Aya would always stir me no matter what. It was insane but my feelings for Aya had always been crazy.

 

“You're up? I thought you'd still be asleep. How are you feeling?” Aya asked softly.

 

“My head is killing me but I'll live. I'm going out. I don't know when I'll be back,” I said as I pawed through a pile of clothes to look for something decently clean and wrinkle free to wear.

 

“Out? Out where? You can't go out. Yohji, you fainted not more than a couple of hours ago.”

 

“You're not my mother, Aya. I'll do what I damn well please,” I found a pair of jeans and held my prize up.

 

Aya continued to stand in my doorway, staring at me. I raised a brow at him and shrugged when he didn't take the obvious clue that I was going to get dressed. I dropped the sweat pants and stepped naked from them. If I hadn't been paying attention to Aya, I would have missed the tiny growl of desire that trickled from his throat.

 

I looked up to find him watching me with what I could only describe as a hungry expression. I smiled to myself and took my own sweet time pulling the jeans up and wriggled more than necessary just to see what kind of reaction I'd get. Aya licked his lips and remained fixed to that one spot as he watched me. It was nice to know that I could affect him like he affected me.

 

I grabbed a shirt from the closet and brushed past Aya on my way out the door. Our bare skin touched for the briefest of moments and I swear I felt a sharp spike of lust travel through my body from Aya. I gave him a strange look before heading down the stairs and out the door to the garage. I was going to be plenty early for my little date with Crawford. I didn't trust the fucker further than I could throw him but I was curious.

 

I just hoped that curiosity didn't kill this cat.

 

~Brad~

 

The little encounter between Schuldig and Abyssinian had been interesting to watch. When I came around the corner, they had been standing close to one another, not quite touching. They had both been breathing hard and were flushed with arousal. I wasn't interested in men but the sight of the two of them obviously enjoying one of Schuldig's mind fucks had made my own dick stir in my pants.

 

Of course, Schuldig had to say or do something to piss Fujimiya off. I suppose I hadn't helped matters any when I added fuel to the fire with the comment I had made. For the briefest of moments I had wondered if there was going to be a blood bath in Schuldig's room, but Fujimiya merely snarled at us and stalked out. Schuldig got a dreamy look on his face as if he was enjoying the emotions, which he probably was, and lit a smoke with slightly shaking hands.

 

Nagi and Farfarfello had demanded to know what Abyssinian was doing in our house and if they should stop him from leaving. I told them that Fujimiya was one of the new lovers that were making Schuldig happy and that they were to leave him alone. They both looked at Schuldig as if he'd lost his mind before asking who the other one was. Schuldig wasn't going to answer, so I did. The expressions on Nagi and Farf faces were priceless shock. Schuldig wasn't so amused; a strong little bolt of pain in my head told me so.

 

I knew that Kudoh would agree to meet with me. I hadn't seen it in a vision, but he was a nosy bastard. Dangling the idea that I knew what was going on with him was the perfect bait to make him meet with me. Schuldig was going to be pissed that I was telling Balinese about his Talent and Fujimiya was probably going to want to take my head off with his sword. I briefly wondered if I was insane for provoking the wrath of two such volatile red heads at the same time.

 

I shrugged off the concern with the knowledge that I was doing this for the greater good; namely good for me and my team mates. Schuldig would realize that eventually. Abyssinian was a whole different story. He'd either get over my telling Balinese or make it his goal in life to kill me. I had even odds either way given what I knew of him.

 

Even if Schuldig and Fujimiya had wanted to keep the knowledge of Kudoh's Talent from him, he needed to have some type of training to keep from being constantly drained by Schuldig, or oddly enough, Abyssinian. I wondered what would happen if Nagi tried it or if I did. Nagi would certainly benefit with a power boost, although I wasn't sure that a boost in my own powers would be a good thing, considering I had no real control over when the visions came to me and what they were about.

 

But it would be interesting to try it out.