Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Play With Me? ❯ Camp In ( Chapter 5 )

 

 

“We need marshmallows,” Brad announced from the front of the cart where he was perched like a captain on the deck of a ship. They had ended up in a Western style market, the only one for miles, because mini-Oracle had threatened a tantrum of epic and awe inspiring proportions if they didn't get something that didn't require the use of chopsticks and didn't contain beanpaste or tofu. He stated very clearly that he thought tofu had been used as a form of torture in certain cultures.

 

“Why do we need marshmallows?” Yohji asked from the other cart.

 

“I got an idea,” Brad said simply, as though that explained everything.

 

Nagi and Omi rolled their eyes at eachother. “Gods help us all!” Seemed to be the general consensus between them.

 

“Where'd Farf and Ken go?” Schuldig asked, leaning on the handle of the cart and looking quizzically up at Nagi.

 

“They went to do something,” Nagi said vaguely. “They'll meet us back at the cabin.” They had in fact gone to take care of a certain loose end that had been talking to Aya and Schuldig in the park earlier. Schuldig apparently picked up on the thought.

 

“Good,” he said quietly, so only Nagi could hear him.

 

“We need chocolate and graham crackers too,” Brad said, bouncing out of the cart and sprinting down the aisle to gather said items. “And hot dogs!”

 

“Those things are disgusting!” Aya called from the cart Omi was pushing.

 

“Are not.” Brad brought everything back and dumping it into the cart. “Your taster is off cause of all the nasty tofu,” he said, his little nose scrunching up in disgust.

 

“Hmpf! I happen to like tofu,” Aya said primly.

 

Brad shook his head and hopped back into the cart. “No use even praying for you, there's no hope. Glad Farf didn't hear me say that or he'd try to skin me and use me for boots.”

 

“That's a bad thing?” Aya said.

 

Brad threw the hot dogs at him and a full scale food fight would have ensued if Aya could have reached the more interesting ammunition in the bottom of the cart. Omi stopped everything before it started and they managed to get out of the store without further incident.

 

They put kids in the backseat and groceries in the trunk, though between Omi and Nagi neither of them would have been too troubled to have stuffed the “children” in the trunk instead. There was the usual poking and grumbling from the four in the back seat but they managed to get to the cabin in one piece. Brad was instantly out of the car and headed for the backyard, looking around at the base of the trees scattered around.

 

“What're you lookin' for?” Yohji asked, coming up behind him.

 

“We need long sticks that we can put the hot dogs and stuff on,” he said, finally finding one like he wanted. “See, like this.” He held it out for Yohji's inspection and they proceeded to find several more that would do for the intended use.

 

Aya and Schuldig helped carry the groceries into the house and Aya dragged a chair over to the cabinets so he could reach and put things away in their proper places. Brad and Yohji came in a few minutes later and dumped the sticks onto the kitchen table. Brad immediately started rummaging through the drawers.

 

“Whatcha tryin' to find?” Schuldig asked.

 

“Knife,” he said, locating one and pulling it out of the drawer. “Need to sharpen the ends of the sticks.”

 

“Oh, no you don't,” Farf said, coming in and taking the knife out of his hand. “I'll be the only one wielding a knife around here, Brat.”

 

“It's Brad,” he said, glaring up at Farf.

 

“No,” Farf said, grinning like the madman he was. “I think I was right the first time.”

 

 

Half an hour and much tantrum throwing later, Brad finally conceded that they couldn't very well go camping outside when it A.) Got really cold at night and B.) They didn't have any real camping gear. So, they had done the next best thing. Camped inside. Brad had gone upstairs and grabbed several blankets before dragging in the chairs from the kitchen and making a tent with them.

 

The boys convinced the “adults” to make a fire in the fireplace where they made gooey s'mores, which Aya and Yohji had never had before. Brad and Schuldig had both stated that they had been deprived children since eating s'mores was one of the best things in life. Brad chased Schuldig around with the rubber spider he'd stolen earlier from one of the shops. Yohji started the massive pillow fight that had gone all over the house. It ended up with everyone looking like they were in an odd stage of molting due to the fact that one of the pillows had literally exploded and sent feathers flying everywhere and all four little boys had very sticky hands from the marshmallows.

 

They'd gotten washed up and played more. Dragging Farf into one of their games and making him an imaginary bear, since they were camping after all. He had snarled and roared and chased them all in turn until finally Aya and Yohji had fended him off with two of the remaining pillows. They gathered under the makeshift tent whispering and laughing before falling asleep tumbled together like a bunch of puppies.

 

Nagi and Omi went to check on them when everything went quiet.

 

“They're so cute like this,” Omi commented. “It's hard to believe they're some of the most dangerous men in the world when they're adults.”

 

“I don't think anyone would really believe you or I are dangerous either.”

 

“That's true,” Omi said thoughtfully. “Should we put them to bed or leave them like this?”

 

“Just leave them. They'll be okay until morning. If we try to put them to bed they'll just wake up and be all over the place again.”

 

“You're probably right,” Omi said, going upstairs and grabbing a blanket. He came back down and covered all four “boys” up with it.

 

“Come on, we probably need to get to sleep,” Nagi said. “We'll need it if we expect to keep up. Gods, no wonder mothers always look tired.”

 

“No kidding,” Omi said, yawning behind his hand. “Night.”

 

Nagi waved him off before putting a couple more logs onto the fire and going upstairs himself.

 

“Psst. Hey, Brad, you awake?” Aya asked.

 

“Yeah,” he said, propping himself up on an elbow and looking at Aya over the top of Schuldig's head.

 

“Think Ken and Farf killed that guy?”

 

“Know they did,” he said, yawning.

 

“How do you know?”

 

“Cause I woulda.”