Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Play With Me? ❯ Tag! ( Chapter 1 )

Tag you're IT, cops and robbers
Jungle gym, chutes and ladders
Tic tac toe, Mister Rogers
Marco Polo, London bridges
Simon sez, steal the bacon
Time out, trick or treat
Electric company
Olly olly oxen free

Do you wanna play with me

“How the hell did this happen?” Yohji wailed, looking down at his hands, which were flapping halfway up inside the sleeves of his mission coat. Aya's katana was almost as big as he was and his mission coat, being leather, was standing up on it's own, forcing him to peek out of the neck. Crawford's glasses were hanging off the end of his nose and he looked like someone who'd gotten into his father's closet. Schuldig's ever present headband had slid down and settled around his neck, now looking like a strange ascot. Over all, the leaders, more or less, of Weiss and Schwarz had been taken down a few notches and more than a few feet.

 

“I could tell you but I won't,” a female voice said from the shadows. “However, since you did my job for me, I will tell you that this will wear off in a week. Wish I could stick around to watch. Have fun and play nice, boys.” They all stared at eachother as the sound of laughter faded.

 

“Well, what do we do now?” Ken asked, scratching the back of his neck.

 

Schuldig reached up and tugged on Nagi's sleeve. “What is it?”

 

“We have to go.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Police.”

 

“Oh, that's just fabulous!” Ken said, picking both Aya and Yohji up and stuffing them each under one arm. “Gather up the clothes, we can't go running around Tokyo with four naked little boys. They'll think we're the worst perverts ever.”

 

“If you put certain body parts anywhere near me I'm cutting them off,” Aya said, trying to look menacing. Which was damn hard to do when shoved under someone's arm like a bag of sugar.

 

“Did anybody bring a car all of us will fit in?”

 

“I'm not sure if we'll all fit but we brought the Maybach,” Nagi said, rolling his eyes and glancing at Crawford. “Not like that was pretentious or anything.”

 

“We'll have to make it work,” Omi said, picking up everyone's clothes.

 

“I'm not going anywhere with the enemy,” Aya said.

 

“Absolutely not!” Crawford growled, this was accompanied by an uncharacteristic pout that was so adorable it made Nagi want to squeeze him until his eyeballs popped out.

 

“We don't have any other choice right now,” Omi said.

 

“Where can we go? We certainly can't go back to our place, there would be too many questions and they don't allow small children in there,” Nagi said.

 

Omi and Ken looked at one another. “Cabin.” They said in unison.

 

“NO!” Aya yelled. “We're not taking Schwarz there!”

 

“Again, no choice.”

 

Schuldig pulled on Nagi's sleeve again, looking up at him with enormous blue eyes. “We need to go now. They're almost here.”

 

Farf grinned manically as he scooped Crawford up and out of his shoes. Crawford, being a person who didn't like to be manhandled for any reason, took a swing at him and missed by close to a foot.

 

They somehow managed to get out of the building and into the vehicle without notice by the police swarming the area.

 

“Keys?” Ken said.

 

“You are not driving this car,” Crawford snarled from the backseat.

 

“Sorry, Oracle, but I don't think your feet are going to reach the pedals,” Farf snickered.

 

“I hope your remembered my gun, Prodigy,” Crawford said, glaring at Farf.

 

Omi rummaged around in the pockets of Crawford's suit for a moment before coming up with the keys. He handed them to Ken and they were soon speeding away from the site. Nagi and Omi were in the back seat with the . . .uh . . children, Omi holding a none too happy Aya on his lap as Nagi did the same with Schuldig while Crawford and Yohji sat between them poking and elbowing each other.

 

They were skirting the edge of Tokyo when Schuldig started whimpering and trying to bury his head into Nagi's chest.

 

“Schuldig?”

 

“Hurts,” he whined, putting his hands to his head.

 

“Oh, shit. As children their shields won't be as strong. Oracle, are you seeing anything?”

 

“I'm seeing me shoot Farf in the kneecaps in a week,” he said, jabbing Yohji in the ribs with his elbow. “Stop squishing me.”

 

“Ow!”

 

“Whiner.”

 

“Jerk.”

 

“Loser.”

 

“Accountant,” Yohji said, sticking his tongue out at him.

 

“Enough! Knock it off, you two. We have more important things to worry about.”

 

“Like getting the little darlings clothes,” Farf said.

 

“Clothes?” Ken parroted.

 

“Yeah, you know, pants, sock, underwear.”

 

“No underwear for me,” Crawford said. “I'm goin' commando!”

 

“Oh, my god!” Nagi said but no one heard over Farf laughing so hard in the front seat. It was going to be a LONG week.