Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Letters ❯ Almost! ( Chapter 16 )

Disclaimer: Weiss belongs to a man. I am of the female persuasion…I rest my case.

 

AN: She lives!!!

 

Chapter 16

 

Yohji was excited.

 

That meant Sculdig was excited.

 

That also meant Brad had a headache.

 

A headache that wasn't getting any better thanks to two teenagers stifling giggles over the monstrosity he had been stuffed into. This is what happens when you tell a guy you really do love him.He makes you wear light blue pajamas with cutsie bears all over them. With a matching stuffed bear toy. And Schu wondered why Brad never said it before.

 

Brad almost felt sorry for Fujimiya, knowing what was in store for the swordsman.

 

Almost.

 

XXX

 

Aya had only been to one sleep-over in his young life. It had concluded with his ten year old self attacking another boy for bashfully admitting during a game of truth or dare, that he had a crush on Aya-chan. His parents had made sure he did not attend any more after the distraught parents of the beaten boy had listed his injuries.

 

He was excited yet nervous. The kitten plushie that Yohji had given him was oddly comforting. He hugged it to his chest again.

 

He had not expected Schwarz to own an apartment complex too. It was only two stories, but it was big. They were on the second floor at the moment, in a nicely furnished and spacious living area. Omi and Prodigy were walking back and forth between a closet in the hallway, carrying sleeping bags. All the while trying not to laugh too obviously at Oracle.

 

It was a hilarious sight. Teddy bear pajamas and a teddy too.

 

Aya had been told that they all had to wear their pajamas. They had changed when they arrived instead of making the trip here in sleepwear. Aya was extremely glad he only owned a pair or plain black pajamas. Omi's were surprisingly plain too- simple sky blue cotton. Prodigy's were similar, but a few shades darker.

Schuldig's choice was certainly amusing and quite fitting. His dark green tank top was plain, but his matching pants were patterned. All sorts of famous cartoon villains were scattered randomly over the fabric. When Schuldig turned Aya saw the white sentence on the back of his tank top.

 

`We never win, but you gotta give us credit for trying!'

 

Aya almost laughed.

 

Almost.

 

Berserker had a shirt long red shirt over black pants. Aya squinted to look at the shirt's motif. When the Irishman noticed he was being watched, he came over. When he was close enough he simply pointed to his shirt.

 

“Scary Miss Mary is a role model”

 

Aya managed not to raise his eyebrows at the odd declaration. He looked at the shirt again.

 

`Scary Miss Mary - Playtime'

 

This time he couldn't help but lift his eyebrows when he studied the picture. A small girl with an eerily calm facial expression holding an impossible amount of obviously sharp knives in her hands.

 

Aya inched away slowly from the grinning Irishman.

 

He managed to get about six or seven inches when he met an obstacle. A very warm obstacle. He turned slowly, fearful of what he would find.

 

He was eye level with a slimly defined and wonderfully smooth golden chest. Aya swallowed silently. He was powerless to stop his eyes from flicking down to Yohji's nipples. What a chest it was…

 

His staring was interrupted when the chest started to move with laughter. He switched his facial expressions back to a scowl and glared up at the blonde. Had he been caught?

 

“Don't mind Farfie. He just gets a little zealous when it comes to meeting people. At least he isn't playing with his knives just to freak people anymore. Much…” The last word trailed off into a small chuckle.

 

Aya was about to respond when Oracle came storming towards Yohji.

 

“This is your fault Kudoh! I'll make you pay!” Yohji `eeped' in jest and hid behind Aya, who was on the verge of laughing. “He sounds like a bear too…” Aya was unable to contain the small snigger that escaped.

 

Oracle stopped completely. Schuldig looked smug, Omi pleased. Ken and Prodigy were staring curiously at Aya.

 

Berserker stopped to check his temperature.

 

Yohji laughed again,” He's fine, Farfie! Just loosening up a bit. It's a nice change!” Aya felt unaccountably pleased at the fact that Yohji was defending his current emotional status. Pleased turned into shocked as Aya felt warm arms briefly encircle him from behind before moving away.

 

Aya felt tingly. It was a good feeling. An addictive one. The tingle moved in a different direction when Yohji walked into his line of vision, headed over to the couch.

 

Short, oh so tiny, satiny shorts. A dark green color.

 

`Nice…'

 

Aya was once again in total agreement with the voice…it still felt odd to think of it as Ran, himself. Aya felt thankful when Yohji decided to remove that ass from view by sitting down, but the view was just as bad now anyway. Or just as good, depending on how you looked at it. Good as in pleasing or Bad as in `Danger of nosebleed or embarrassing attention seeking parts of anatomy'.

 

Nothing but those tiny shorts.

 

`We're in soooo much trouble. Lord help us…'

 

Aya swallowed. Hard.

 

XXX

 

Schuldig smirked, “Hey Aya, don't glare so hard. You'll singe off Yohji's short shorts! Not that most of us would mind…in fact, glare away!”

 

The telepath laughed as the words had the desired effect. Aya had glared some more, blushed briefly and then turned to try and hide it.

 

:: Just be thankful he didn't show up in what he usually wears to bed:: Schuldig sent the thought at the swordsman and was pleased with the reaction time.

 

((What could be worse than those shorts! So tiny…what does he wear to bed?))

 

Schuldig was definitely going to encourage Yohji to buy some more of those when he got the chance. In the meantime, to answer the redhead's thoughts. Even if he wasn't asking him, more thinking to himself, Schuldig felt obliged to show that he was privileged enough to have found out the answer.

 

::Nothing::

 

Schuldig laughed again as Aya and Ran took a mental holiday involving a blonde and some scented oil.

 

XXX

 

Omi mentally rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He was going to have those two making out or at least confessing some serious feelings by the end of the night! `Maybe I should have zipped their sleeping bags together…'

 

Omi shook his head,' Too soon…'

 

He had a plan, though. And several back up plans. He and Schuldig had it covered. Brad had reluctantly agreed to help as had Nagi. Farf had been persuaded to freak Aya out so that he would gravitate more towards Yohji, but not so much that Aya didn't want to know Schwarz at all.

 

Nodding to himself, Omi went over to his bag. Pulling out a plain basketball, he turned to the group of misfits behind him.

 

His cheerful voice boomed out in room grabbing everyone's attention, “Alright, everyone! Sit in a circle. It's time to get to know each other better!”

 

XXX

 

Has anyone ever played this game at their new school or something? The class sits in a circle and someone has a ball, whoever they throw it to says something about themselves to the group. Well that's what's gonna happen with a bit of change. In this version in the next chapter, the group is going to try and guess something about whoever has the ball, and if a person gets it right, then they get the ball, if no one gets it right, then the ball is thrown to a random person.

 

Does that make sense?