Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Interlude 11 ( Chapter 23 )

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 my beta on this. It's greatly appreciated.

 

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Interlude 11

 

I'll be always by your side
In the shadow, in the light.

 

~Aya~

 

My mind felt full of Yohji and Schuldig yet not overwhelmed, unlike the time I'd confronted Schuldig at his house and he'd shown me just how strong he really was. I didn't feel invaded by either of them, which was rather surprising given my usually intense need for personal space. I felt… I suppose embraced was the best word to describe it.

 

I'm not entirely sure what happened between us but I did know that in that moment, when we'd all touched each other, something changed between us. Not change in a bad way. Never that. I now knew Yohji loved me and had for a long time. It seemed ridiculous that I'd missed all the clues and not figured it out for myself earlier; in my defence, figuring out romantic relationships was new to me. How Schuldig felt about Yohji and I, well, that I wasn't so sure of; mainly because Schuldig himself didn't know or was completely refusing to think about it.

 

Once everything settled in my head, I'd probably be a little pissed off that both Yohji and Schuldig knew everything about me including some things I'd rather no one knew. Oddly, Yohji's response was warm, loving acceptance and Schuldig's was… deep affection. He felt something for Yohji and me, but until he owned up to whatever it was himself, I doubted I'd be able to tell what it was.

 

I just wasn't that good or experienced at deciphering emotions.

 

I'd been mildly surprised at the appearance of Yohji and Schuldig. Yohji had looked so carefree and happy. I'd felt good just from looking at him. I'd long suspected that Yohji would have been that type of person if his life had taken a different path. Schuldig, or should I say Sascha, had been the big shock for me. His hair had been cut short and he'd exuded normalness if in a very intense way. If I'd seen him walking down the street, I'd have guessed him to be a regular working man with maybe a bit of an artistic flair. I'd had no idea that he could play the piano or that he'd been considered a child prodigy. He'd never said a damn thing about it. From his memories, I knew he snuck into music stores to play, altering people's perceptions of what he looked like so they'd have no clue who'd actually been playing. It was his secret passion and I'd decided to make it my personal mission to get him to play for us sometime.

 

 

~Yohji~

 

Aya was all warm and fuzzy feelings. They poured off him in huge waves and swamped my senses. Knowing Aya loved me and having it confirmed made a world of difference in the feeling I got from him. I made approving noises in my throat and urged him closer to me and Schuldig. I wanted to hold both my lovers next to me and shut the world out.

 

Aya and Schuldig were a part of me now. I knew that from the depths of my being. It wasn't like I owned them or anything. It was more like that little trip into Schu's head helped to solidify our relationship. I hugged Schuldig, no, Sascha a little closer to me. I now knew why he was afraid to take a look at what he might feel for me and Aya. In his head, loving somebody meant opening yourself up to hurt when they were snatched away from you.

 

Sascha - I still couldn't get over the idea that I knew his real name now- was fighting hard against admitting to himself that he loved me or Aya. I'd finally managed to nail down that slippery emotion that I got at odd moments from him. He loved us and it scared him shitless because loving us, in his head, meant something bad was going to happen to us and he'd be left alone and hurt again. He really believed, deep inside where it counted, that he wouldn't be able to survive if we were taken from him. Hearing Brad say I was going to die made him fight even harder and push all those emotions into a box in his head and seal the lid shut tight. He thought if he didn't admit to loving us, it wouldn't hurt when we went away.

 

For a pretty cagey guy, sometimes the man was an idiot.

 

I probably only knew how he felt because I had that minor Empath Talent. I wasn't going to say anything to either him or Aya about how he felt. Schu - Sascha- wouldn't believe me and it'd make him deny even more what he felt. Aya would believe me if I told him Sascha loved us but, being typical Aya, he would give our poor lover a verbal smack down to make him face up to his feelings and that wouldn't do any of us any good. This was a little revelation that needed to come from the inside. I gave a little laugh at myself.

 

Since actively trying to use my Empathic Talent, I'd gotten worlds better at reading people and knowing what they did or didn't need to hear. But, it wasn't so much that Talent of mine that helped me know to keep my mouth shut. I knew everything about Sascha now and telling him what he felt was totally the wrong way to go at this. I had to leave him be to figure it out on his own. Not like I could be throwing any stones in his direction.

 

I was struggling with my own feelings for him. I cared about Sascha; damn, I really was having a hard time with sticking that name on him in my head, but did I love him? That was the big question. I think I was maybe falling in love with him. God, but he'd be a real pain-in-the-ass if he knew that. For once, I was grateful he couldn't get deep into my head like he could in Aya's.

 

Brad was still pounding on my door, demanding to be let in to find out what chaos Schuldig caused now. When I concentrated a little I could feel confusion and worry coming from not only Crawford but the rest of team Schwartz as well as Ken and Omi. I wasn't sure what Brad was yelling about but I really didn't want anyone intruding on the comfort I was currently enjoying with both my lovers in my arms. I snuggled with Aya and Schu, yeah, calling him Schu most of the time was easier, and ignored everything else. They'd eventually get tired of pounding on the door and go away.

 

 

~Schuldig~

 

Brad was trying to get us to open the door without having to break it down. He had some weird idea that it would be bad manners to bust open the door when we were guests here. He wasn't too interested in seeing us all naked, either. I gave a mental snort at that. Like bad manners or seeing us naked would stop Bradley Eugene Crawford for very long.

 

Yohji and Aya were a comforting presence in my head. They were there to stay now. The longer we were in a relationship together, the stronger this new bond between us would get. I honestly couldn't say I regretted that. I liked having them there. But, I was a little annoyed that I didn't have control over the link anymore. And the fact that Yohji and Aya had seen things I never intended to share with another soul.

 

They knew my real name was Sascha and that I'd been the doted on only child of upper middle class parents. They knew I'd been a child prodigy on the piano and still snuck around to play whenever I could. They saw the car accident that killed my parents yet spared me and changed my life forever. They'd watched me stagger from the wreck, blood from the blow to my head running down my face to mix with my tears. They heard my screams when I realized my parents were dead and saw the result of my pain and anger when I exploded the heads of everybody within a fifty foot radius before passing out cold. They knew that blow to the head triggered my telepathic abilities and ended any chance I'd had of ever being normal again and how angry that made me for years to come. They saw my years of training under the not so gentle hands of Esset and several things I'd done that still made my own stomach turn.

 

Yet Aya still loved me and Yohji held me close.

 

For once in my life, I actually felt humbled. Yeah, I was good looking and fantastic in the sack but, knowing the shit they now did about me and still wanting to be with me… that was probably more than a selfish bastard like me deserved. I wasn't gonna question it any more that I already had. I didn't want to jinx the best damn thing that's ever happened to me.

 

 

~Brad~

 

Some serious mental crap had just gone down and there was only one person on the entire planet who could be at the bottom of it.

 

Schuldig.

 

I'd been completely blind sided by what happened. I'd had no warning what-so-ever, which pissed me off more than a little. I was Oracle. I was supposed to see things like this before they happened. Although, to be fair, I hadn't seen anything about Kudou's little boosting incident with Farf and that had been a big deal. I was willing to bet Fate was laughing herself silly over this.

 

This was the mental swamping that hit not only me but everybody in the Kitten House and, I was guessing, everybody in a fair sized radius. Arousal had swept through me quickly followed by a feeling that was as close to orgasm as you could get without actually coming. I was left feeling pleasantly sated with a desire for more from the experience. Hidaka, on the other hand, had grabbed me by the tie, jerked me to him and laid a hot open-mouthed kiss on me that I never would have suspected the man of having the skills for. He'd let me go as quickly as he'd grabbed me to him. To say that he'd been embarrassed by his actions would have been an understatement.

 

Siberian had sworn long and loud in several languages after breaking off the kiss and refused to meet my eyes. Colour rode high in his cheeks and he'd started to mutter about extraordinarily creative ways for Schuldig to die. Hidaka followed me to the Lovers' Lair, clenching and unclenching his fists as he waited for the door to open with me. When no one came to open the door, he shoved me out of the way and booted the door in. Hidaka stomped into the room, hellfire blazing in his eyes. The three nude men on the bed barely fazed him; he was so caught up in his anger.

 

“Just what the hell did you do, you evil head-fucker?” Siberian seethed. “I just kissed Crawford!”

 

Three pairs of eyes stared at Hidaka. None of the occupants of the bed said anything although Yohji and Schuldig both moved as one to pull a sheet over Aya. A tiny smile came and went quickly over Aya's face and the blush of embarrassment I was expecting to see on his cheeks never materialized.

 

Interesting.

 

“What he means is, `What just happened on a mental level, Schuldig?' Everybody in this house, and I suspect a good deal of the surrounding neighbourhood ended up nearly orgasming a few minutes ago. I think you owe us an explanation. We'll be down in the living room. Don't keep us waiting,” I said, that last bit in my `Don't fuck with the leader' voice.

 

Schuldig was a pain in my ass more often than not but he knew that I'd make his life a living hell if he didn't follow orders. I hustled a still fuming Siberian out of the room and headed for the TV room with a detour to the kitchen for the bottle of scotch I'd seen in the back of one of the cupboards.

 

I got the feeling we'd all need a stiff drink by the time our little up coming discussion was over.