Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Play With Me? ❯ Playground Menace ( Chapter 4 )

 

 

They had rounded everyone up and had managed to find a small park just across the street from an elementary school. They had all agreed that if questions were asked concerning the “children” being out of school that the cover story would be they were visiting from other countries. It was at least half true considering that was a technically accurate thing on the part of two of them.

 

At that current moment, Aya and Schuldig were swinging while Yohji had managed to shift a rock and had flopped on the grass, avidly watching the bugs scurry around that had been under the rock. And Brad was no where to be found. After a frantic ten minute search, at least frantic on Omi and Nagi's part, Farf had found him napping in a tree. Farf poked him awake, Brad flipped him off and went back to napping while Farf walked off laughing.

 

Aya turned to Schuldig while they were swinging and asked curiously. “So, what's your name, really?”

 

Schuldig shook his head. “It's dumb. My mom must have been crazy or something.”

 

Aya dragged his feet until the swing stopped and Schuldig did the same. They sat for a minute just looking at eachother.

 

“What's yours?” Schuldig asked. “I know you're not really Aya `cause your sister's Aya.”

 

Aya blinked at him then frowned a little. “How'd you know that?”

 

“Hello, can read minds here,” Schuldig said, pointing at his own head.

 

“Forgot about that. That could be kinda fun.”

 

“Not when it gets people killed,” Schuldig murmured, leaning his forehead against the chain of the swing.

 

Aya paused and looked at him, trying to make out his expression behind the fall of orange hair. Schuldig slid off of the swing and sat on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest. Aya got off of his swing and went to sit next to him.

 

“M'sorry,” Aya said, scooting closer to him.

 

“Not your fault,” Schuldig said, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand.

 

“Still not fair.”

 

“Nothing's fair. So?”

 

“So what?”

 

“What's your name?”

 

“I asked you first.”

 

***

 

Brad's eyes shot open and he had to shake his head a little to clear it of the vision he'd just had. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, feeling slimy just from the contents of it.

 

***

 

A few minutes later, a man in a jogging suit approached Schuldig and Aya who were still sitting near the swings.

 

“Hello, children. How are you today?”

 

Aya shaded his eyes and squinted up at him wondering why this strange man was talking to them. Schuldig on the other hand, moved closer to Aya grabbing the edge of his shirt and whimpering a little.

 

“Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you,” the man said. “Where are your parents?”

 

***

 

Brad had caught the man approaching Schuldig and Aya and had jumped down out of the tree. He looked around for a minute, finding a fallen branch that had a good weight to it and picked it up. His eyes narrowed, getting a better look at the man as he got closer. He nudged Yohji on the way over. Yohji looked up and Brad jerked his head at the adult talking to their teammates. Yohji got up and turned to look at the man more fully.

 

“He's icky,” Yohji said, not really knowing where that had come from but knowing it was true.

 

“Yeah. C'mon. Grab that rock.”

 

Yohji bent down and snagged not only the big rock but a few other good sized ones as well. They made their way to the swings, hearing the man ask where Schuldig and Aya's parents were. Aya looked up and caught Brad's look, Brad shook his head and aimed the heavy branch at the back of the man's knees.

 

“Ow!” The man whipped around to see the other two boys.

 

“Fuck off, loser,” Brad said, hefting the branch up and preparing to swing again.

 

“You little brat!” the man said, grabbing the branch and trying to wrench it out of Brad's hands. Brad darted sideways and bit him squarely on the hand just as Yohji's rock hit him smack in the eye. Brad moved around, still keeping a wary eye on the man as he staggered around cursing, putting himself between the man and Schuldig and Aya.

 

“What's going on?” Farf asked sounding mildly amused from behind Yohji.

 

Brad glanced up at him. “Scum likes little boys.”

 

“Oh, really? Saw that, did you?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Well, then,” Farf said, smiling nastily at the man. “Consider these boys off limits to you, pedophile. Come near them again and I won't be responsible for what happens to you. Oh, wait, I will be responsible for what happens to you. It won't be pleasant. At least not for you.”

 

“I was just talking to them,” the man said, trying to hold his eye and his knee at the same time.

 

“He was askin' where their parents were,” Yohji said, moving a little closer to Farf.

 

The other three came rushing up at that point in time, looking around at the odd scene.

 

“What's going on?” Ken asked.

 

“Apparently this person likes little boys,” Farf said, glaring at the man out of his good eye.

 

Meanwhile, Brad had hauled Schuldig up and had his arms around him, part of his back and one shoulder shielding him slightly from the man's view. Aya heard him say quietly to a whimpering and shaking Schuldig, “S'okay, Schu. Nobody'll hurt you like that again. I promise.”

 

Aya was still sitting on the ground, he scratched his head in mild confusion looking up at Brad's protective stance. “Didn't you just hit him and call him a crybaby when we were in the store?”

 

“Yeah. But he's my crybaby. Nobody else gets to touch him.”