Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Irdu lili ❯ Way to die ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: iron_sword 
Weiß receives some unexpected news regarding their new mission
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.16.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 397 | Status: Work In Progress
Weiß receives some unexpected news regarding their new mission
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.16.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 397 | Status: Work In Progress
Irdu lili
Pairing: Schuldig/Aya(Ran), Aya/?? , maybe others as well
General warning: X-Rated! Darkfic, Sex, Murder, Angst, Violence, Psycho… story unbeta’ed ^^° Warning list may increase.
Chapter warning: unbeta’ed ^^° maybe some language, but that´s it.
Summary: A new mission for Weiß not only creates more trouble than expected, it also forces a side of Aya to light he would have preferred to keep hidden. Especially since it earns him Schwarz’ unwelcomed attention.
Disclaimer: Okay, Weiß is not mine, Schwarz is not mine. The same applies to t e idea of killer-florists ^^° Short: Nothing beside the OCs and the plot are mine and I don´t earn any money with this.
A/N: I´m not native English, so I´d be grateful if someone would be willing to be my beta. I don´t want to be picky, but considered the rating, it has to be an adult. So, if you´re 18/21/the legal age in your country and interested in doing the job, feel free to send me a message :D
Also, I´m writing this fic in German as well (thankfully I don´t need a beta for that but if anyone needs some translations English -> German, feel free to mail me as well :D I´d be happy to help)
Now, enjoy the fic!
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Chapter 1: Way to die
He took off his boots before lifting his legs onto the windowsill. Careful to make no sound when he sneaked through the window, feed bare to avoid the sound of steps on the laminate. Aya listened to any sounds and mentally cursed the broken lock of his own window.
Silently, he placed his boots onto the floor and used both hands to carefully close the window again. Straightening himself, he tried to even his breath and listened.
Nothing.
Aya dared to let out a subdued, but relieved sigh. And instantly wondered if it really could be so easy. His roommates were assassins, for god’s sake. Although hidden carefully, they stored weapons in this house, even in this very room.
And all the evidence for their work!
Even though it now made it possible for him to sneak in, they really should do something about the security in their home. He didn´t want to imagine what would happen once a thief began to search through the rooms. Or another assassin.
But that could wait. Now he needed to get to his room unnoticed.
Picking up his boots, Aya silently headed towards the stairs.
He noticed it, a split second before it happened. But too late to react, even with trained reflexes. The wire was around his neck and the redhead barely managed to get his wrist, covered with leather wristlets, between the sharp wire and the tender skin of his neck. As he was pulled back, against a strong body, he could see a shadowed figure heading towards him and instantly kicked out. Hitting something, he called out.
“Yohji, stop!” He could of course attempt to wrestle out. But it would probably hurt the both of them. It was not necessary. The man behind him froze. The redhead just wished, he would do it after letting go of the wire.
He probably should be relieved of his teammates’ presence. After all, it meant less success for any potential thief.
The light was switched on.
He should be relieved.
“Whow, Aya! That´s you?” Ken starred at him from the floor, holding the chin that just met Aya’s bare foot.
He was not.
The man behind him released the wire and Aya was shoved a bit forward by his shoulders. Grinding his teeth, the redhead just knew where the man’s gaze went, even if Yohji stood behind him. The appreciating whistle was evidence enough to confirm his suspicion.
“Hey hey.” He didn´t need to turn around to see the lascivious grin on the –currently- blond man. He still did. The grin slipped from the older man’s lips once he noticed the glare. But Yohji wouldn´t be Yohji, if it wouldn´t return within seconds.
“You´ve been clubbing? Could have told me and -“
“That´s none of your business.” Aya interrupted, the tone in his voice a promise for pain if the man said one more word. Behind him, Ken stood up and beside the light switch, Omi asked:
“’Uhm, why are you sneaking into the house, Aya?”
The boy still wore his pajamas – and a crossbow.
Ignoring the question, the redhead touched his burning neck. His wrist had not been able to block the wire completely. Frowning at the blood on his fingertips, he looked at Yohji. Who didn´t even wear pajamas. But Aya was glad the man had even managed to put on some underwear, even if the waistband was placed dangerously low on his hips.
Lifting his hands in a show of innocence, the playboy only shrugged. If he had a cigarette, he probably would have smoked it in the most nonchalant way one could smoke.
“Use the front door, baby.”
Baby?! Aya wondered if he could convince Kritiker that Kudoh´s death had been an tragic accident. His violet eyes seemed to have betrayed his thoughts, because Yohji appeared very nervous suddenly and took a step back. Aya forced out a non-stating ‘hn’, before turned back to the stairs, heading upstairs. Damning both his own window and his roommates to hell.
He definitely would have prefer to keep that bit to himself. But it couldn´t be helped anymore. He just needed to make sure they won´t get any stupid ideas. Or start to ask questions.
No, that wasn´t very likely. Not the questioning itself, but the possibility that his teammates might ask the right questions. The ones that could be dangerous for him.
Id didn´t matter which ones, they won’t get any answers from him.
“Yeah, good night to you as well!” The annoyed voice of the playboy followed him upstairs.
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It took Ken full five seconds after the redhead left to voice his thoughts:
“… Is it me, or did he year make up?”
Yohji let out an amused snort at the question.
“Not much, though I´ve no idea, where the hell he hid the stuff.” The former detective send a glance towards the stairs. Well, in some clubs it wasn´t out of the ordinary for men to use a bit of Make up to improve their looks and Aya was androgyn enough to be able to wear it without appearing like a dragqueen. However, what was more interesting was the fact that Aya wore it. It was about the last thing he expected. Well, after the possibility of Aya going out. Especially with dressed like that. The view of that rear covered in soft, formfitting leather really had been something. Not bad. To be honest, if he had seen such a view from behind in any club – without knowing that to be Aya’s ass – he would have send a drink on his tab. Without even seeing the front.
The fact that it was Aya ruined the whole thing considerably.
But other than that, it wasn´t the only thing he noticed.
“But that smell was not his own Cologne, I´ll guarantee you that.”
Both Omi and Ken looked at him.
“What? I smelled it in the bathroom, when I went into the bathroom. After he left.” The blond playboy quickly explained. Then the smirk returned.
“Bet he had fun-“ A quick glance at the clock on the wall. “-last night.”
That earned him an skeptical glance.
“Not everyone is as… uhm… as –“
“Easy as you are.” Ken finished the sentence Omi had started. The younger just groaned at the blunt language. And by no means, they all knew the redhead was far from being easy. Despite the evidence, two of the three people present were still doubtful of the theory of Aya sleeping with someone. The man seemed to try and make a point in being as emotionally cold and resistance to any flirting as a human could be. In fact, the point he made had been very sharp a few times in the past.
“So, why would he sneak in – dressed like that?” Folding his arms in front of his bare chest, the playboy looked expectantly at the other two assassin.
“Uhm…” At least, Ken attempted to say something. “Maybe a mission?”
“Than he might as well take the front door.” It took Omi not even three seconds to crushed the theory. “And no mission is planned.” They all would have known if there was something planned. Even when it came to solo missions, they all were informed. Just in case their teammate returned injured – or didn´t return at all. “Well, other than the Akio-Mission.”
But that was a team-mission. And as such, whenever the mission was worked on, they all would be informed. Even if it was just snooping around a bit, they never would forget to mention any actions to be taken in regards to a mission. First, for the same reasons that applied to a single missions and secondly because it was essential to keep all members up to date. Even if it was only observation, all of them were informed. Otherwise, building a team wouldn´t make much sense.
As a whole minute passed by, without any theory as to why their leader was sneaking into their own home, deliberately avoiding the front door in order to get inside unnoticed, Yohji felt the corner of his lips and his mood lift.
“I´m never going to let him live that one down.” He informed them, gleefully awaiting the opportunity to give the redhead the same talk he received so often.
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“So… had fun last night, Aya?” The teasing tone was full of amusement.
“Hn.” The redhead didn´t even look up from the roses.
“Hey, I´m the last one who’s against a bit of fun!”
“Hn.” Delicate fingers carefully removed the last torns, before the rose was placed into the bucket on the right sight of the workspace. Then another one was picked out from the left. Quick an efficient movements and the flower was losing it´s dangerous thorns just as fast as the previous one.
“If I´d known you´re interested in sex-” Now the voice gained a lascivious tone. “-you wouldn´t have to leave the house – or the bed.“ Observing the redhead, Yohji had to hold back a sigh. Admittedly, maybe that line had been a bit too much, but so far, nothing brought even a hint of the desired result. He didn´t think Aya would actually agree to spend a night with him, but at least any kind of reaction would have been nice. To be honest, he would think it twice over if he ever started something with the man. Sure, Aya was certainly beautiful, but it was only visual. He also was as cold as a death fish and should the playboy ever came close enough to their leader, he would have to fear the whole time during sex for his most precious parts to freeze off should he ever dare to put it into that body.
Still, he could do his best to annoy the cold bastard and rub the fact that Aya Fujimiya, of all people, had been caught sneaking into the house like some teenager after a one night stand.
“Kudoh.” Looking up from the flower, Aya found his gaze met by sunglasses. Annoying. “Shut up and work.”
The smirk was back.
And another perverted comment clearly on the tip of the man’s tongue.
The bell thankfully saved him from whatever stupid phrase the man was about to say.
Such a behavior in front of customers was not appreciated. At least for Aya. The crowds of school girls were commenting Yohji’s attempts to flirt usually with smitten giggles. No matter who the Playboy was flirting with.
Poor Ken probably was traumatized by his meeting with one of Kudoh’s affairs – a man, who made a point in choosing Ken as his new prey. The fact that he had no restrains in the public admit that he had shared his bed with the playboy of the house had informed all of the present people of a part of Yohji’s sexuality which at least the soccer player would have preferred to be not informed about. At least not like this. Ken couldn´t care less with whom the playboy shared his bed – and he didn´t want to imagine what else. But the guy started to flirt his way through the shop had been a bit too much. Especially with the female fans present.
After the soccer player escaped into the greenhouse, the man had hit on the next florist. And was met with ignorance. At least coming from the redhead. As the lines became more and more daring, the faces of the surrounding customers grew redder in color. Aya however ignored the man with such a stoic ease, the guy at some point had to look for a new prey, clearly frustrated.
Unfortunately, on this day all florits were at work – except Yohji.
In the end, the man did receive a reaction from the redhead, even though it probably was not the one he had hoped for. The moment the ‘customer’ laid his eyes on the frightened Omi, he found himself sitting on the street.
Even Aya by now had developed a protective instinct towards Omi. Despite their occupation as assassins, the boy was too innocent when it came to things like this.
The complete event ended with the result that probably every single female fan now was informed of Yohji’s bisexuality – and they didn´t mind at all. On the contrary, wild theories were making their round. Including some about the fact that four attractive men lived together. Again, this resulted in the complete lack of restrains for Yohji when it came to flirting with people of both gender.
To put it short, it ended with mountains of troubles for everyone but Yohji. Who wouldn´t have minded the fact that they were not alone if the person entering the shop wouldn´t have been a certain, redhaired woman wearing a skirt and a fitting blazer.
The schoolgirls only knew Manx as yet another customer. Someone obviously in charge of the decoration in whatever office she worked. Or some event manager. At least that were the explanations the girls came up with. Why else should a woman buy fresh flower so often?
Just like any other customer, Weiß’ employer went to the counter and bought a bouquet. The fan club of the four florists had long given up seeing her as a rival. The attractive redhead so far denied all the attention she received from the playboy and never seemed to make any attempts to start a relationship with any of the men. She was just another ordinary customer.
Not a single one of the schoolgirls noticed the fact that the price of bouquet bought by that ‘ordinary customer’ matched the amount of minutes till the florists announced to make a lunch break for half an hour.
The moment the shop’s door was locked, the redhead went upstairs to call the two youngest members. At the same time, the playboy opened the garage door to let Persia’s secretary in. The lascivious grin of the playboy vanished fast when he noticed her serious expression. Then however, the woman sighed and offered a smile.
Immediately, the grin was back on Yohji’s face.
„Manx, what a surprise. Did you finally acknowledged that you can´t keep on living without getting a taste of my unrivaled sedu-“
“What happened?” Aya interrupted the – in his opinion unnecessary- flannel. Behind the male redhead, Ken’s suppressed laughter was hearable when Yohji send a glare to the unimpressed leader of Weiß.
“I´ve got some good news for you. But sadly some very bad ones as well.” Admitted Persia’s messenger. “And unfortunately, it can´t wait.” If it could, Manx would have talked to them after the shop was closed. Usually, Persia’s secretarys avoided to have the shop closed during office hours. It simply was to noticeable. Even more, since the boys needed to make lunch breaks even when there was no visit, so no one would make a connection between the closing of the shop and he visits of the young women.
After hearing the announcement for bad news, the light atmosphere vanished at once. In the basement however, they received the positive news first.
“One of your targets-“ The redhaired woman was clearly trying to keep her facial expressions in check. Three of the four assassins looked at each other, confused by the suspicious tremble of the corners of Manx’s lips. Aya only starred stoic into the files and didn´t seem as if he wanted to participate in the silent communication within his team. Manx took a deep breath and finished her sentence.
“-died recently.”
“Eh?” Ken said and Yohji blinked. Omi starred at the woman surprised.
“Uhm… that´s something new.” It really wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence for their targets to take care of themselves.
But that didn´t explain the strange behavior of Persia´s secretary. Just like Aya, now the other three assassins looked into the files.
“Heart attack.” Ken read aloud, clearly surprised. The man hadn´t been that old. Then his eyes grew large the same moment the playboy burst out laughing. Omi turned beetred.
“Way to die!” The oldest laughed. „Death caught him during sex!“
Not even Manx managed to avoid a giggle. “Shortly after.” She corrected.
„He literally screwed himself to death.“ Ken said, still disbelieving and Yohji’s laughing fit returned anew before he managed to control it.
“That’s one problem less. What´s the bad news?” Other than the rest, the voice oft he Weißleaer sounded as businesslike as ever. Manx send a approving glance toward the other redhead. She herself had not managed to stay that calm.
“Come on, Aya! You have to admit, that really is something!“ Yohji piped up.
“It is something.” Aya commented dryly. „A change in plans.“
The redheaded woman nodden and thankfully, Fujimiya’s behavior seemed to dampen the general amusement. Yohji putet and Ken had to bite his lips. But the secretary had expected to spend at least ten more minutes to get the men’s attention back to the files. At least. Like this however, she could continue:
“Yes, but that´s necessary either way. We have found out, that at least one of the other targets seemed to possess abilities similar to Schwarz.”
“What?!” Ken managed to say and Yohji leant back with a pained moan and a “Now that’s what we need”. Even Aya looked up and his eyes met a worried look from Omi.
“We don’t have any details yet.” Manx continued and ignored the colorful curses from two assassins. “It is a fact however, that at least Ethan Campbell possesses paranormal abilities. We have clear indications for either precognitive abilities, like Schwarz’ Oracle or telepathic or telepathic abilities similar to Mastermind’s.”
“What? A mix of Schwarz?” Ken piped up and Yohji added a „Are you shitting us?”. Manx send an icy glare toward both for the interruption an specified her announcement again.
“I said either telepathy or clairvoyance.” The murmured “And that makes it better.” coming from Ken was simply ignored. “We only know that he reacted to events before they happened. He either read the intentions in his counterparts minds or had a vision. But according to our information regarding the strength of his abilities, he should be far from reaching Schwarz’s level.”
“Should?” Aya immediately questioned and earned himself a sour look.
“It´s not exactly common to categorize such thing when you´re an outsider.” The redheaded woman informed.
“Which means: you can´t really judge it.” Concluded Omi. After a short pause, Manx shook her head.
„Just peachy.“ Yohji growled.
„Kritiker’s databases are sadly not filled with experience repords of paranormal activities.” This sounded much sharper, as Manx defended their employer.
“Yes, because most agents don´t survive the encounter with ‘paranormal activities’!” Yohji shot back. Before this could grow out of proportion, Omi piped up:
“We need more information!” Otherwise, the whole Mission could end in a catastrophe. The risk was already high enough when Schwarz was involved and at least then they knew what they dealt with. More or less. Rather less.
„Are such abilities known for the other members?” The Weißleader inquired and referred to Manx’ previous made announcement, when she said that at least one target possessed special abilities.
The redheaded woman appeared to be more and more bad-tempered.
“You have experience with Schwarz.” She bridled up. “And this is not worse! We don´t have the time for eternal research when it means that the targets could escape. Already, it´s not clear how long Campbell and the rest will stay in Japan! We can´t let them escape!”
When at least two members of Weiß opened their mouths to protest, he woman immediately continued.
“Of course we will do our best to provide you with the best possible situation and await the ideal time for the hit, but he can´t take too long. It´s up to you to make your own research and Kritiker is ready to give you any additional support. But you need to make a move at the latest in one and a half weeks. We don´t expect you to be able to take them out the first time. That wasn´t possible with Schwarz as well, but we need to at least disturb their business. Today in one and a half week, according to our intel, there will be a transportation.
Manx stopped, looked at them. Her gaze cane to a halt when she looked at Balinese.
“The ‘products’ are young women, who were kidnapped. The majority still underage.” With this, her gaze traveled to Ken.
Aya had to bite back a snort. Oh yes, women and children. Manx knew exactly how she could whom on board. Even if the boat was as full of holes as a sieve.
Violet eyes went down to the files again.
A picture of the Canadian was not there. However, Kritiker managed to find out a few of the man’s habits.
Maybe he could make use of that.
Despite the insights, Kritiker hardly would allow them to step back from a mission they already agreed to take, even before they know just what it was they were getting themselves into.
Tbc.
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Pairing: Schuldig/Aya(Ran), Aya/?? , maybe others as well
General warning: X-Rated! Darkfic, Sex, Murder, Angst, Violence, Psycho… story unbeta’ed ^^° Warning list may increase.
Chapter warning: unbeta’ed ^^° maybe some language, but that´s it.
Summary: A new mission for Weiß not only creates more trouble than expected, it also forces a side of Aya to light he would have preferred to keep hidden. Especially since it earns him Schwarz’ unwelcomed attention.
Disclaimer: Okay, Weiß is not mine, Schwarz is not mine. The same applies to t e idea of killer-florists ^^° Short: Nothing beside the OCs and the plot are mine and I don´t earn any money with this.
A/N: I´m not native English, so I´d be grateful if someone would be willing to be my beta. I don´t want to be picky, but considered the rating, it has to be an adult. So, if you´re 18/21/the legal age in your country and interested in doing the job, feel free to send me a message :D
Also, I´m writing this fic in German as well (thankfully I don´t need a beta for that but if anyone needs some translations English -> German, feel free to mail me as well :D I´d be happy to help)
Now, enjoy the fic!
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Chapter 1: Way to die
He took off his boots before lifting his legs onto the windowsill. Careful to make no sound when he sneaked through the window, feed bare to avoid the sound of steps on the laminate. Aya listened to any sounds and mentally cursed the broken lock of his own window.
Silently, he placed his boots onto the floor and used both hands to carefully close the window again. Straightening himself, he tried to even his breath and listened.
Nothing.
Aya dared to let out a subdued, but relieved sigh. And instantly wondered if it really could be so easy. His roommates were assassins, for god’s sake. Although hidden carefully, they stored weapons in this house, even in this very room.
And all the evidence for their work!
Even though it now made it possible for him to sneak in, they really should do something about the security in their home. He didn´t want to imagine what would happen once a thief began to search through the rooms. Or another assassin.
But that could wait. Now he needed to get to his room unnoticed.
Picking up his boots, Aya silently headed towards the stairs.
He noticed it, a split second before it happened. But too late to react, even with trained reflexes. The wire was around his neck and the redhead barely managed to get his wrist, covered with leather wristlets, between the sharp wire and the tender skin of his neck. As he was pulled back, against a strong body, he could see a shadowed figure heading towards him and instantly kicked out. Hitting something, he called out.
“Yohji, stop!” He could of course attempt to wrestle out. But it would probably hurt the both of them. It was not necessary. The man behind him froze. The redhead just wished, he would do it after letting go of the wire.
He probably should be relieved of his teammates’ presence. After all, it meant less success for any potential thief.
The light was switched on.
He should be relieved.
“Whow, Aya! That´s you?” Ken starred at him from the floor, holding the chin that just met Aya’s bare foot.
He was not.
The man behind him released the wire and Aya was shoved a bit forward by his shoulders. Grinding his teeth, the redhead just knew where the man’s gaze went, even if Yohji stood behind him. The appreciating whistle was evidence enough to confirm his suspicion.
“Hey hey.” He didn´t need to turn around to see the lascivious grin on the –currently- blond man. He still did. The grin slipped from the older man’s lips once he noticed the glare. But Yohji wouldn´t be Yohji, if it wouldn´t return within seconds.
“You´ve been clubbing? Could have told me and -“
“That´s none of your business.” Aya interrupted, the tone in his voice a promise for pain if the man said one more word. Behind him, Ken stood up and beside the light switch, Omi asked:
“’Uhm, why are you sneaking into the house, Aya?”
The boy still wore his pajamas – and a crossbow.
Ignoring the question, the redhead touched his burning neck. His wrist had not been able to block the wire completely. Frowning at the blood on his fingertips, he looked at Yohji. Who didn´t even wear pajamas. But Aya was glad the man had even managed to put on some underwear, even if the waistband was placed dangerously low on his hips.
Lifting his hands in a show of innocence, the playboy only shrugged. If he had a cigarette, he probably would have smoked it in the most nonchalant way one could smoke.
“Use the front door, baby.”
Baby?! Aya wondered if he could convince Kritiker that Kudoh´s death had been an tragic accident. His violet eyes seemed to have betrayed his thoughts, because Yohji appeared very nervous suddenly and took a step back. Aya forced out a non-stating ‘hn’, before turned back to the stairs, heading upstairs. Damning both his own window and his roommates to hell.
He definitely would have prefer to keep that bit to himself. But it couldn´t be helped anymore. He just needed to make sure they won´t get any stupid ideas. Or start to ask questions.
No, that wasn´t very likely. Not the questioning itself, but the possibility that his teammates might ask the right questions. The ones that could be dangerous for him.
Id didn´t matter which ones, they won’t get any answers from him.
“Yeah, good night to you as well!” The annoyed voice of the playboy followed him upstairs.
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It took Ken full five seconds after the redhead left to voice his thoughts:
“… Is it me, or did he year make up?”
Yohji let out an amused snort at the question.
“Not much, though I´ve no idea, where the hell he hid the stuff.” The former detective send a glance towards the stairs. Well, in some clubs it wasn´t out of the ordinary for men to use a bit of Make up to improve their looks and Aya was androgyn enough to be able to wear it without appearing like a dragqueen. However, what was more interesting was the fact that Aya wore it. It was about the last thing he expected. Well, after the possibility of Aya going out. Especially with dressed like that. The view of that rear covered in soft, formfitting leather really had been something. Not bad. To be honest, if he had seen such a view from behind in any club – without knowing that to be Aya’s ass – he would have send a drink on his tab. Without even seeing the front.
The fact that it was Aya ruined the whole thing considerably.
But other than that, it wasn´t the only thing he noticed.
“But that smell was not his own Cologne, I´ll guarantee you that.”
Both Omi and Ken looked at him.
“What? I smelled it in the bathroom, when I went into the bathroom. After he left.” The blond playboy quickly explained. Then the smirk returned.
“Bet he had fun-“ A quick glance at the clock on the wall. “-last night.”
That earned him an skeptical glance.
“Not everyone is as… uhm… as –“
“Easy as you are.” Ken finished the sentence Omi had started. The younger just groaned at the blunt language. And by no means, they all knew the redhead was far from being easy. Despite the evidence, two of the three people present were still doubtful of the theory of Aya sleeping with someone. The man seemed to try and make a point in being as emotionally cold and resistance to any flirting as a human could be. In fact, the point he made had been very sharp a few times in the past.
“So, why would he sneak in – dressed like that?” Folding his arms in front of his bare chest, the playboy looked expectantly at the other two assassin.
“Uhm…” At least, Ken attempted to say something. “Maybe a mission?”
“Than he might as well take the front door.” It took Omi not even three seconds to crushed the theory. “And no mission is planned.” They all would have known if there was something planned. Even when it came to solo missions, they all were informed. Just in case their teammate returned injured – or didn´t return at all. “Well, other than the Akio-Mission.”
But that was a team-mission. And as such, whenever the mission was worked on, they all would be informed. Even if it was just snooping around a bit, they never would forget to mention any actions to be taken in regards to a mission. First, for the same reasons that applied to a single missions and secondly because it was essential to keep all members up to date. Even if it was only observation, all of them were informed. Otherwise, building a team wouldn´t make much sense.
As a whole minute passed by, without any theory as to why their leader was sneaking into their own home, deliberately avoiding the front door in order to get inside unnoticed, Yohji felt the corner of his lips and his mood lift.
“I´m never going to let him live that one down.” He informed them, gleefully awaiting the opportunity to give the redhead the same talk he received so often.
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“So… had fun last night, Aya?” The teasing tone was full of amusement.
“Hn.” The redhead didn´t even look up from the roses.
“Hey, I´m the last one who’s against a bit of fun!”
“Hn.” Delicate fingers carefully removed the last torns, before the rose was placed into the bucket on the right sight of the workspace. Then another one was picked out from the left. Quick an efficient movements and the flower was losing it´s dangerous thorns just as fast as the previous one.
“If I´d known you´re interested in sex-” Now the voice gained a lascivious tone. “-you wouldn´t have to leave the house – or the bed.“ Observing the redhead, Yohji had to hold back a sigh. Admittedly, maybe that line had been a bit too much, but so far, nothing brought even a hint of the desired result. He didn´t think Aya would actually agree to spend a night with him, but at least any kind of reaction would have been nice. To be honest, he would think it twice over if he ever started something with the man. Sure, Aya was certainly beautiful, but it was only visual. He also was as cold as a death fish and should the playboy ever came close enough to their leader, he would have to fear the whole time during sex for his most precious parts to freeze off should he ever dare to put it into that body.
Still, he could do his best to annoy the cold bastard and rub the fact that Aya Fujimiya, of all people, had been caught sneaking into the house like some teenager after a one night stand.
“Kudoh.” Looking up from the flower, Aya found his gaze met by sunglasses. Annoying. “Shut up and work.”
The smirk was back.
And another perverted comment clearly on the tip of the man’s tongue.
The bell thankfully saved him from whatever stupid phrase the man was about to say.
Such a behavior in front of customers was not appreciated. At least for Aya. The crowds of school girls were commenting Yohji’s attempts to flirt usually with smitten giggles. No matter who the Playboy was flirting with.
Poor Ken probably was traumatized by his meeting with one of Kudoh’s affairs – a man, who made a point in choosing Ken as his new prey. The fact that he had no restrains in the public admit that he had shared his bed with the playboy of the house had informed all of the present people of a part of Yohji’s sexuality which at least the soccer player would have preferred to be not informed about. At least not like this. Ken couldn´t care less with whom the playboy shared his bed – and he didn´t want to imagine what else. But the guy started to flirt his way through the shop had been a bit too much. Especially with the female fans present.
After the soccer player escaped into the greenhouse, the man had hit on the next florist. And was met with ignorance. At least coming from the redhead. As the lines became more and more daring, the faces of the surrounding customers grew redder in color. Aya however ignored the man with such a stoic ease, the guy at some point had to look for a new prey, clearly frustrated.
Unfortunately, on this day all florits were at work – except Yohji.
In the end, the man did receive a reaction from the redhead, even though it probably was not the one he had hoped for. The moment the ‘customer’ laid his eyes on the frightened Omi, he found himself sitting on the street.
Even Aya by now had developed a protective instinct towards Omi. Despite their occupation as assassins, the boy was too innocent when it came to things like this.
The complete event ended with the result that probably every single female fan now was informed of Yohji’s bisexuality – and they didn´t mind at all. On the contrary, wild theories were making their round. Including some about the fact that four attractive men lived together. Again, this resulted in the complete lack of restrains for Yohji when it came to flirting with people of both gender.
To put it short, it ended with mountains of troubles for everyone but Yohji. Who wouldn´t have minded the fact that they were not alone if the person entering the shop wouldn´t have been a certain, redhaired woman wearing a skirt and a fitting blazer.
The schoolgirls only knew Manx as yet another customer. Someone obviously in charge of the decoration in whatever office she worked. Or some event manager. At least that were the explanations the girls came up with. Why else should a woman buy fresh flower so often?
Just like any other customer, Weiß’ employer went to the counter and bought a bouquet. The fan club of the four florists had long given up seeing her as a rival. The attractive redhead so far denied all the attention she received from the playboy and never seemed to make any attempts to start a relationship with any of the men. She was just another ordinary customer.
Not a single one of the schoolgirls noticed the fact that the price of bouquet bought by that ‘ordinary customer’ matched the amount of minutes till the florists announced to make a lunch break for half an hour.
The moment the shop’s door was locked, the redhead went upstairs to call the two youngest members. At the same time, the playboy opened the garage door to let Persia’s secretary in. The lascivious grin of the playboy vanished fast when he noticed her serious expression. Then however, the woman sighed and offered a smile.
Immediately, the grin was back on Yohji’s face.
„Manx, what a surprise. Did you finally acknowledged that you can´t keep on living without getting a taste of my unrivaled sedu-“
“What happened?” Aya interrupted the – in his opinion unnecessary- flannel. Behind the male redhead, Ken’s suppressed laughter was hearable when Yohji send a glare to the unimpressed leader of Weiß.
“I´ve got some good news for you. But sadly some very bad ones as well.” Admitted Persia’s messenger. “And unfortunately, it can´t wait.” If it could, Manx would have talked to them after the shop was closed. Usually, Persia’s secretarys avoided to have the shop closed during office hours. It simply was to noticeable. Even more, since the boys needed to make lunch breaks even when there was no visit, so no one would make a connection between the closing of the shop and he visits of the young women.
After hearing the announcement for bad news, the light atmosphere vanished at once. In the basement however, they received the positive news first.
“One of your targets-“ The redhaired woman was clearly trying to keep her facial expressions in check. Three of the four assassins looked at each other, confused by the suspicious tremble of the corners of Manx’s lips. Aya only starred stoic into the files and didn´t seem as if he wanted to participate in the silent communication within his team. Manx took a deep breath and finished her sentence.
“-died recently.”
“Eh?” Ken said and Yohji blinked. Omi starred at the woman surprised.
“Uhm… that´s something new.” It really wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence for their targets to take care of themselves.
But that didn´t explain the strange behavior of Persia´s secretary. Just like Aya, now the other three assassins looked into the files.
“Heart attack.” Ken read aloud, clearly surprised. The man hadn´t been that old. Then his eyes grew large the same moment the playboy burst out laughing. Omi turned beetred.
“Way to die!” The oldest laughed. „Death caught him during sex!“
Not even Manx managed to avoid a giggle. “Shortly after.” She corrected.
„He literally screwed himself to death.“ Ken said, still disbelieving and Yohji’s laughing fit returned anew before he managed to control it.
“That’s one problem less. What´s the bad news?” Other than the rest, the voice oft he Weißleaer sounded as businesslike as ever. Manx send a approving glance toward the other redhead. She herself had not managed to stay that calm.
“Come on, Aya! You have to admit, that really is something!“ Yohji piped up.
“It is something.” Aya commented dryly. „A change in plans.“
The redheaded woman nodden and thankfully, Fujimiya’s behavior seemed to dampen the general amusement. Yohji putet and Ken had to bite his lips. But the secretary had expected to spend at least ten more minutes to get the men’s attention back to the files. At least. Like this however, she could continue:
“Yes, but that´s necessary either way. We have found out, that at least one of the other targets seemed to possess abilities similar to Schwarz.”
“What?!” Ken managed to say and Yohji leant back with a pained moan and a “Now that’s what we need”. Even Aya looked up and his eyes met a worried look from Omi.
“We don’t have any details yet.” Manx continued and ignored the colorful curses from two assassins. “It is a fact however, that at least Ethan Campbell possesses paranormal abilities. We have clear indications for either precognitive abilities, like Schwarz’ Oracle or telepathic or telepathic abilities similar to Mastermind’s.”
“What? A mix of Schwarz?” Ken piped up and Yohji added a „Are you shitting us?”. Manx send an icy glare toward both for the interruption an specified her announcement again.
“I said either telepathy or clairvoyance.” The murmured “And that makes it better.” coming from Ken was simply ignored. “We only know that he reacted to events before they happened. He either read the intentions in his counterparts minds or had a vision. But according to our information regarding the strength of his abilities, he should be far from reaching Schwarz’s level.”
“Should?” Aya immediately questioned and earned himself a sour look.
“It´s not exactly common to categorize such thing when you´re an outsider.” The redheaded woman informed.
“Which means: you can´t really judge it.” Concluded Omi. After a short pause, Manx shook her head.
„Just peachy.“ Yohji growled.
„Kritiker’s databases are sadly not filled with experience repords of paranormal activities.” This sounded much sharper, as Manx defended their employer.
“Yes, because most agents don´t survive the encounter with ‘paranormal activities’!” Yohji shot back. Before this could grow out of proportion, Omi piped up:
“We need more information!” Otherwise, the whole Mission could end in a catastrophe. The risk was already high enough when Schwarz was involved and at least then they knew what they dealt with. More or less. Rather less.
„Are such abilities known for the other members?” The Weißleader inquired and referred to Manx’ previous made announcement, when she said that at least one target possessed special abilities.
The redheaded woman appeared to be more and more bad-tempered.
“You have experience with Schwarz.” She bridled up. “And this is not worse! We don´t have the time for eternal research when it means that the targets could escape. Already, it´s not clear how long Campbell and the rest will stay in Japan! We can´t let them escape!”
When at least two members of Weiß opened their mouths to protest, he woman immediately continued.
“Of course we will do our best to provide you with the best possible situation and await the ideal time for the hit, but he can´t take too long. It´s up to you to make your own research and Kritiker is ready to give you any additional support. But you need to make a move at the latest in one and a half weeks. We don´t expect you to be able to take them out the first time. That wasn´t possible with Schwarz as well, but we need to at least disturb their business. Today in one and a half week, according to our intel, there will be a transportation.
Manx stopped, looked at them. Her gaze cane to a halt when she looked at Balinese.
“The ‘products’ are young women, who were kidnapped. The majority still underage.” With this, her gaze traveled to Ken.
Aya had to bite back a snort. Oh yes, women and children. Manx knew exactly how she could whom on board. Even if the boat was as full of holes as a sieve.
Violet eyes went down to the files again.
A picture of the Canadian was not there. However, Kritiker managed to find out a few of the man’s habits.
Maybe he could make use of that.
Despite the insights, Kritiker hardly would allow them to step back from a mission they already agreed to take, even before they know just what it was they were getting themselves into.
Tbc.
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