Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Play With Me? ❯ ABC's ( Chapter 2 )

Buckin' up, recess
Jump rope, relieveo
See saw, sand box
Matchbox, Cheerios
ABC's, spelling bees
Sesame Street, hockey
Duck duck duck duck
Duck duck goose

Do you wanna play with me?

 

Somehow along the way they managed to pull several sets of children's clothing from a clothesline in the more rural districts, via Nagi's talent. Farf sorted through it all in the front seat, laughing about how the mighty Schwarz had fallen if they were resorting to using the telekinetic's abilities to nab Gymborees. They all surmised that it would be enough until they could go shopping in the small town near the cabin. Just the thought of how they were supposed to explain four very gaijin looking children being carted around town was daunting. Because if anyone believed that Aya and Yohji were Japanese of any stripe at that point in time they had to be blind. Aya's hair was an even more vibrant red and his eyes, which had apparently darkened with age, were a lavender shade while Yohji's hair was nearly as white as Farfarello's. Crawford could possibly pass for half Japanese with his dark hair and darker skin tones but there was no way in the universe Schuldig was. His hair had brightened to an almost neon orange and his pale skin showed off a myriad of freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones.

 

They made it to the cabin at around three in the morning. Schuldig had fallen asleep against Nagi as had Crawford. Aya still sat in Omi's lap, glaring over the fact that Yohji, along with the members of Schwarz, could blithely sleep in the presence of the enemy. Everyone got out of the car, Nagi carrying both Schuldig and Crawford on either shoulder. Omi was holding Yohji while Ken unlocked the door and Aya was pacing along as fast as his short little legs would carry him. Farf followed the last of the group in, smiling amusedly at the little parade. Naturally, everyone who had been sleeping woke up immediately upon the attempt being made to put them to bed.

 

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Omi staggered downstairs the next morning, for some reason he hadn't slept very well. Possibly due to the fact that known enemies were in very close proximity to where he was trying to sleep. He yawned and kept stretching on the way downstairs, trying to become a little more alert. He spotted Prodigy sitting at the kitchen table, hunched over a cup of coffee, looking just as exhausted as he felt.

 

“Morning,” he yawned.

 

The other boy waved at him while taking a drink of his coffee. He set it down and looked at the youngest member of Weiss, calculating how they were going to swing this whole week together, especially if what he was thinking about the situation was correct.

 

Omi poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot and sat down at the table.

 

“I think we may have a bigger problem than we'd surmised earlier,” Nagi said.

 

“You mean a bigger one than our leaders and older members of our teams suddenly being turned into children? I shudder to ask.”

 

“It seems to be deeper than mere physicality.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I mean, I think, for whatever reason, they've reverted back to whatever personalities they had as actual children. I noticed it last night when I was putting them to bed. Schuldig is . . . well . . . sweet and generous. Which we all know isn't normal for him as an adult by any stretch of the imagination. And apparently, Craw . . . I mean, Oracle, bites,” Nagi said, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt to show Omi the nasty looking teeth marks on his left arm.

 

“Ow! Those look infected. Better put something on that,” Omi said. He frowned. “I noticed that too. Yo . . . er, Balinese kept hitting Abyssinian with the pillow and there was no threat of death made.”

 

Nagi sighed and rubbed his temples. “Oh, this is just ridiculous! We aren't exactly enemies anymore since the towers came down. More like rivals for certain jobs. We're going to be spending the week together so we might as well get this over with,” he said, standing up and bowing to Omi. “My name is Nagi. You already know Farfarello and Schuldig, which is all they're known by at home anyway. Oracle is Brad Crawford. He'll probably shoot me for telling you this anyway but it's easier than trying to remember to call everyone by their code names every minute for the next week.”

 

Omi nodded. “I'm Omi. The one who drove us here is Ken. Abyssinian is Aya and Balinese is Yohji. You know if you use that information against us I'll have to kill you.”

 

Nagi nodded. “Same here.”

 

“Well, at least we understand eachother. So, what are we going to do with this situation?”

 

“We wait it out and see what happens. How hard can it be to take care of four little boys for a week?”