Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Interlude 9 ( Chapter 19 )

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 absolutely nothing off this except gratification of my own sick and twisted desires.

 

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

 

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** indicates internal conversation.

 

 

Interlude 9

 

~Brad~

 

That Yohji couldn't boost Nagi the way he had his own team-mates was a complication I hadn't considered. Yohji was able to boost both Ken and Omi with no problem through simple contact and I wondered why he couldn't do that with Nagi. I muttered a soft curse under my breath. Just once, I'd like a plan to run smoothly.

 

None of Weiss was very happy with the idea of us staying and Schuldig surprised me by wanting us gone as well. At first, I didn't understand why Schuldig wouldn't want his own team-mates near. When the answer came to me, I worked hard to suppress a smile. Schuldig didn't like us wandering in what he'd already marked as his territory. Schuldig would have denied that if I had suggested it. For a man that boasted of never lying, he was telling himself one whopper of a tale when he denied there being anything more to his relationship with Aya and Yohji than a good time between the sheets.

 

Surprisingly, it was Omi who pointed out that it would be best if we stuck together at least until the crisis of the attack on Yohji was averted. He reasoned that it would be easier to co-ordinate a plan if we were all under one roof. He also suggested that Yohji could still try and boost the members of Schwartz easier if we were all together.

 

Hasty sleeping arrangements were made and I had the feeling that there was going to be a guard set up to watch over us. We may have been in Weiss' house but we weren't exactly welcome guests. I couldn't really complain. I'd have done the same thing if they were staying in our home.

 

 

~Yohji~

 

I woke up to find myself wrapped up in Schuldig's arms. Aya was already gone from the bed and the spot where he had been sleeping was cold. I focused on the clock on my dresser and groaned softly. I didn't have to work that morning yet here I was, awake before noon. It took me several tries to escape Schuldig and he muttered darkly in German. He cracked an eye open and snagged my arm, trying to pull me back to bed.

 

“Bathroom,” I said as I kissed his cheek.

 

He grunted and let me go, falling back into a light doze. I made my way to the bathroom, yawning and smiling at the thought of crawling back into bed with Schuldig. Aya was going to miss out on a nice, slow morning bout of love making. We'd have to make it up to him later.

 

I was on my way back to my room when I smelled food cooking. Good food. Tantalizing food. Mouth watering food. I changed directions and headed for the kitchen. A little snack wouldn't hurt before I went back to my cozy, warm bed. I needed to top up my energy reserves.

 

I stepped into the kitchen and blinked in surprise. Not because Brad was seated at the table drinking the most heavenly smelling coffee in existence while he read the paper. Not even because Omi and Nagi had their heads bent together over a laptop talking about giga this and megahertz that. I thought I might be hallucinating because the crazy man who had tried to skewer me a few nights ago was humming while tending whatever smelled so damn good on the stove. The ruffled apron he was wearing was what was making me sure I was delusional.

 

“Morning?” I said with confusion in my voice.

 

Omi looked up at me and beamed. His greeting was all sun-shiny cheer before he went back to whatever he was discussing with Nagi. Brad looked up from his paper and nodded at me and said the coffee was fresh before going back to his paper. Farfarello looked over his shoulder at me.

 

“Breakfast?” he gestured to the things cooking.

 

“What are you making?” I asked cautiously as my stomach chose that moment to make its presence known. I wasn't sure I wanted to eat anything that nut job had a hand in creating.

 

“You had very little to work with. I threw out a lot. Somebody needs to go grocery shopping. I picked up what I could this morning at the corner store.”

 

I edged closer to the stove. The smells coming from the frying pan were fantastic. When I was close enough, I saw that there was some type of fat sausage in the pan. I also became aware of the smell of fresh baked goods. My stomach growled again.

 

“The brats are almost done. The cornbread is ready and just keeping warm in the oven. If you tell me how you like your eggs I can make them but you don't have enough things to make a good omelette so you should stick to fried, scrambled, poached or boiled. There's fruit salad in the fridge and the coffee is only ten minutes old.”

 

I knew I was staring at Farfarello with my mouth hanging open. I heard a giggle and turned to look at Omi. His head was down but I'm sure it was him I'd heard. I felt like I'd just fallen down the rabbit hole into weirdsville. Brad finally took pity on me and looked over the top of his paper.

 

“Schuldig thought it would be funny to leave a T.V. on in Farfarello's room tuned to a cooking channel when Berserker had to be restrained on occasion. He thought it would torment Farf. Turns out, he's actually very gifted when it comes to food preparation. He adores Julia Child and gets quite upset if he misses Iron Chef. You're very safe to eat whatever Farf makes. He considers it an art form on par with torture to prepare a perfect meal. He'll never screw around with a meal. It would be like… sacrilege. Farfarello, watch your hand. You almost brushed the hot element again. If you can't be careful, you won't be allowed to cook.”

 

I looked back at the man who had so recently held a knife to my throat. He was staring back at me with eerie patience, waiting for me to tell him how I wanted my eggs. It was totally surreal. The smell of cooking meat wafted to my nose again and my stomach growled louder than before.

 

“Whatever is easiest,” I finally answered.

 

“Scrambled will go nicely with the brats and there was some peppers in the fridge that looked fresh,” he said as he moved to take the ingredients out.

 

“What are brats?”

 

“Bratwurst is German sausages. Sometimes spicy, sometimes not. They were in the back of the freezer, although why you had them…. They taste best with sauerkraut but I couldn't find any here or at the corner store. Do you want mushrooms diced in your eggs?”

 

I looked at the sausages waiting to be cooked and knew I'd hit my limit for the strange when I started to giggle. The giggle turned into outright hoots of laughter complete with tears. Omi looked concerned. Brad put his paper down and frowned. Aya and Ken came from the shop to see what the racket was about. I pulled Aya over to the stove and pointed to the uncooked sausages. He frowned at me and folded his arms over his chest.

 

“Brats are German sausages, Aya. Look at them,” I said between giggles.

 

“I fail to see…” Aya began just as Schuldig appeared at the bottom of the stairs, yawning and grumbling about being woken up.

 

I pointed at the sausages. “Look at them, Aya. German sausage. Brats,” Then I pointed at Schuldig and started off on another round of laughter, leaning on Aya now.

 

Aya frowned as he stared at the food, then at me, then at Schuldig. His eyes widened and his lips twitched before he gave me a shove and told me to grow up. He stomped back to the shop but I caught the emotion of frivolity he was feeling. I also heard the snicker he couldn't quite smother as he went back to the customers in the shop.

 

“Farf is cooking? Why didn't somebody wake me?” Schuldig grumbled as he made a bee-line for the coffee pot. Schuldig noticed me leaning against the counter as the giggles finally started to die down.

 

“What's got you in such a perky mood this morning? Morning people are disgusting. You're not a morning person.”

 

I waved him off and tried to compose myself. Every time I thought I had it beat, giggles would bubble up my throat. Schuldig poured out a coffee for me and him.

 

**What has you so amused this morning? ** he asked.

 

**Nothing… Brat, ** I replied and started to snicker again.

 

His coffee mug thumped on the counter at the nick name and he fixed me with a hard look.

 

**What did you just call me? **

 

**Brat. It fits, ** I said as I tried not to snicker and failed. I put my mug on the counter when it seemed like I might spill the contents as I started to laugh again.

 

**Does it now? Why do you say that? ** he asked in a deceptively even voice.

 

**Look at the sausage. Remember when we woke up Aya a while back and measured each other? ** at his smirk and nod, I continued, **Farfarello says those sausage are called brats and they're German and you're German and can be a real brat and they reminded me of certain parts of you so… **

 

Schuldig's eyes widened and he blinked several times at me. A smirk spread over his face before he laughed as he pulled me into his arms for a deep, tonsil washing kiss. The sound of a throat clearing made us break the kiss and stare at Farfarello as he made shooing motions with a whisk.

 

**So, you want eat me later? ** Schuldig asked as he leered at me and pressed the unmistakable feel of his erection against the one I was developing.

 

**My break is in an hour. Don't be late. I only have fifteen minutes and we can re-charge Yohji faster if we both have him… Brat, ** Aya sent with warm humour and threads of arousal in his mental voice.

 

Heat curled through me and I watched it build in Schuldig eyes as well. If I was going to try and boost the other members of Schwartz later, I was going to need all the re-charge I could handle. I just thanked my lucky stars that I re-charged in such a fun way with such willing partners.