Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Odds And Ends ❯ Plane Trip... ( Chapter 3 )

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PLANE TRIP

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Muttering under his breath, Yohji tried to push Schuldig's head off his legs as he rose from his seat. They were currently in a private jet, somewhere above the Pacific Ocean, on their way to New York where they would accompany Samura-san to one of his business meetings. And hopefully manage to visit Crawford and Ran while they were at it. They hadn't talked to their former leaders in more than two months now and even if it would never be a surprise when they showed up they were still looking forward to antagonize them as much as they could during their stay.

"Oi, Kudoh, where're ya going?" The German opened one eye to glare at him as his 'pillow' disappeared and Yohji smirked right back. Schuldig was really tired; he had been up all night to watch some late night marathon of movies. Yohji had fallen asleep halfway through the first one, his head on Schuldig's chest as the redhead had forced himself to stay awake until the credits of the last. The result was that he hadn't appreciated in the least to be woken up at the crack of dawn by a slightly less tired blond who had shoved one cup of strong black coffee after another into his hand. Even now, several hours later, he was still bleary-eyed and blinking at the strong light of the lamps. Scowling at the man seated across from him - David Johnson, an American - he stretched his long legs out. There were four seats in a row, the private jet had all the luxury a successful businessman could want, and he was taking them all up. They weren't more than perhaps fifteen people all in all - bodyguards, secretaries, Samura and his family who had decided to do some Christmas shopping in New York - and to Schuldig, it was more peace and quiet than he was used to.

"Just going to grab me something to eat. You want something, Liebe?" He had picked up the word from the German some time ago and used it frequently. Pronounced with Yohji's thick accent, Schuldig had laughed himself silly the first time he had heard it, and even now it brought a smirk to his lips. The blond just glared at him before mentally withdrawing his offer.

"Naaa… Kätzchen… Just get me some coffee, would you?" Watching his lover hiss at the endearment - as well as picking up the startled thoughts from the man across of him - the redhead grinned even more. Johnson might be thirty-five years old, but he still had some things to learn if he was going to continue keeping his stonefaced attitude around them any longer. Already, his thoughts were stumbling over each other in his head and Schuldig read each and every one of them.

Yohji was back within the minute, a cup of coffee in each hand as he nudged the German away from his seat with a foot. Groaning, the redhead rolled over and accepted the cup before making a disgusted sound.

<This isn't coffee - this is rat poison!> Yohji almost sprayed his 'poison' out his nose at the projected thought, and Schuldig smirked as the blond continued coughing and wheezing. Johnson stared at them as Yohji projected a glare that would have rivaled Fujimiya's at the redhead before taking another sip. Schuldig was right though; it really tasted like something that would be of a much better use if it was directed to kill off small, harmless rodents instead of big, bad bodyguards. Making a face, he put the cup down at the end of the table before sitting back down in his seat. Schuldig followed his example before planting himself with his head in Yohji's lap much to the distress of the uptight American on the other row. Almost immediately, Yohji's hands began to play with his hair, twining the long red strands around his fingers as he hummed to himself. Knowing that he would fall asleep, Schuldig mentally checked with the pilots how long they had left in this godforsaken vessel before he had his feet firmly planted on the ground again. Six hours left before landing - it was enough for him to sleep, do some mischief and tease Samura's twenty-two year old sister Keiko who had a crush on Yohji. The last one amused him to no end and he teased the blond mercilessly for it - which more often than not led to him sleeping alone as Yohji didn't take that teasing well - as well as planted one idea after another in her innocent little head how to go about catching the blond's interest. It had gone so far that Yohji was now avoiding all contact with her and Schuldig couldn't even mention her without having his lover going into his 'one more word and you'll sleep alone for the rest of the month'-mood which really left him no choice but to continue his mindgames.

He closed his eyes as he listened to Yohji's wordless tune and the fingers playing with his hair soothed him for a moment, but when a small spark of mischief entered the blond's consciousness his eyes shot open again. He regarded his lover suspiciously - Yohji cocked an eyebrow at him as he smiled innocently - and turned around so that the back of his head was resting against the blond's bony knees.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jade met emerald as Yohji grinned, his hands still buried in Schuldig's hair.

"Why, I'm braiding your hair, of course!" Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Schuldig stared. Braiding. His. Hair?

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Noticing Johnson staring at them with more than a little embarrassment, the German hissed angrily.

"Nein, Liebe… Just in loooooooove!" The last word was said with a wink at Johnson who suddenly found the other side of the plane very interesting. He rose and hurried over there to make sure that Samura-san had everything he needed before Yohji turned back to one pissed telepath, desperately needing to stay out of the way.

"You were going to braid my hair! Do I have to call up Farf's doctor to get some descriptions for you?" Yohji sighed at the question and rolled his eyes.

"You know, you ought to be at least a little grateful… I mean, I'm always messing with it, and if it could come out looking a little nicer than before…" Knowing that he had said the wrong thing when adding the last part he took a better hold on the red tresses before Schuldig tried to rise again. The result was that the redhead was yanked back down, wincing at the pain in his scalp.

"Kudoh… Let go of me now…" Growling proved fruitless as Yohji smiled a sunny smile and began to pat his boyfriend on the red head, cooing and making soothing noises all the while. Schuldig couldn't do anything else but stare - either Yohji had gone completely mad or he was playing his last strings on a wrongly tuned violin. The blond's mental walls were up and he didn't want to crack them and alert the other of his presence and therefore resigned himself to his fate. For the time being.

Yohji ignored the longsuffering sigh as the redhead settled himself with his head in the blond's lap, intent on at least sleep for a couple of hours before they would land in the 'City of Angels' to refuel the jet.

His world was suddenly spun around as Yohji dumped him on the floor, ignoring the vile curses in German directed at him as Schuldig shot up again, intent on killing someone.

"What the fuck was that for?" Confident emerald eyes met furious jade with more than a little amusement as Yohji settled himself down on the row of seats, stretching like the kitten he was so often accused of to resemble.

"Nothing. I just wanted to lie down for a while…" The amusement grew even more as Schuldig glared, his eyes promising a slow and painful death as Yohji extended a hand to help him up. Tugging on his lover, he got the redhead to drape himself over him as they lay together on the seats. Schuldig was plotting a certain Weiss kitten's death as Yohji began sniffing his hair and squirmed a little under him. Knowing that they wouldn't be able to engage in any more pleasant… activities… than just cuddling a little while on the plane, the redhead ignored him. He wanted some more sleep to be at his annoying best when they landed.

After an hour or so, Johnson returned to see if they were still alive. He found Schuldig sprawled atop of a sleeping Kudoh, hugging the man for all he was worth as one - still bleary - eye opened to see who was disturbing them. Watching the two of them interact with each other always had him slightly nervous - who would know when they would start groping and kissing and do even more? - but he was learning to tolerate them, little by little.

The German raised an eyebrow at him before the eye dropped shut again as he rested his cheek against Kudoh's shoulder, the blond's hand sprawled in the small of his back under the leather jacket he was now wearing. Johnson wondered where the usual green blazer had gone, the one he was almost always wearing even if the code demanded suits. Kudoh was no better though - civilian clothes all the time, and he didn't seem to care if they covered him up or not. Some of them were just plain… indecent… Johnson had had the bad timing of coming out of his room one night as the couple were going clubbing and it had taken him several weeks to be able to look at them without cringing. Somehow, they had found out about it, and the innuendos dropped had been plenty.

Yohji opened his eyes, turning his head to watch Johnson with a faint smile before looking down at Schuldig with a tender expression on his face that made the American frown.

"Awww… Isn't he cute?" The voice was nothing more than a hushed whisper and Johnson found himself waiting for the explosion of fury he knew would follow if the German had heard him. He had once walked in on one of their fights- which seemed to be forgotten as soon as they were over - and he didn't want to do it again. Once was more than enough - Schuldig had a temper like a rhino with a toothache and how Yohji could put up with that… He barely stiffled a sigh as he watched the younger man nuzzle the top of his sleeping lover's head.

The blond's eyes glittered as he turned to his co-worker. "Don't you think?" The voice was soft, with an edge of barely contained laughter in it and Johnson nodded curtly. He had learned early on to agree with whatever Kudoh and Schuldig pulled - it was more painless that way. This time, the grin broke out for real as Kudoh nudged Schuldig in the ribs and the redhead grunted.

"You heard that, Liebe? He thinks you're cute…" Schuldig came awake with a start, glaring around to catch the meaning of Yohji's words as they replayed themselves in his head. One look at Johnson frozen in shock made him blink before reading the man's mind. A faint smirk spread over his face as he cocked his head to the side, ignoring Yohji's grin.

<I'm considering thatpayback for Keiko… We're even now…> Watching as Yohji swallowed the grin again his smirk grew as he settled back to enjoy the steady beating of his lover's heart. This was going to be an interesting trip…

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Owari