Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schrecken ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

"How much longer, mein Furher?" Schuldig slouched into his seat and folded his arms across his chest. He was bored out of his mind and Crawford wouldn't let him drive. Something about the last time Brad had let him drive...

"A few minutes." He glanced at the German then focused his attention on the road. "Do not touch the radio."

Schuldig sneered at his lover. "Did you see that in one of your visions?" He folded his hands under his arms.

"No. You like to play with the radio whenever you get into the car." The American turned the car into the long lane.

Nagi giggled in the back when Schuldig snorted. The youth wasn't the only member who dropped the front he put up for Esset when they had time off. He missed acting his age and this was one of the few times when he could.

Farfarfello grinned out the window, staring at the building. "They say they will have their fun. God will be hurting." He gave a sound that sounded something like a manic giggle.

"Ja, ja, ja..." Schuldig waved his hand at the Irishman. "We know. Going on vacation hurts Esset. Hurting Esset is like hurting God for you."

A golden eye focused on Schuldig's profile. "No... no... no. It lives. They call." He laughed again and the German rolled his eyes.

"Must be good to be clinically insane."

"Maybe you should try it sometime."

Schuldig's gaze shifted to Crawford again. "Oh look, the prick cracked a joke." He rolled his eyes.

The rented car rolled to a stop in front of the large building. Nagi blinked at the building and turned his gaze to Crawford. "Are you sure we are still in Japan? That place looks awful western..."

"It was originally built by an old man from England. He wanted a little piece of home here in Japan. He built this and died soon after it was finally completed. It's been passed around quite frequently since then."

"Sounds like my dream house," Schuldig mumbled.

As the car rolled to a stop, Nagi leaned up between the seats. "How did he die?"

Crawford was about to answer when the housekeeper wandered out of the building and cast a glare their way. She apparently didn't like the fact of having to wait for them to get out of the vehicle and come in.

"She'll have to learn how to glare better. It isn't as half as intimidating as Fujimiya's." Nagi shoved the back of Schuldig's seat before he climbed out his own door.

"So you're finally here. The other guests checked in yesterday. I'll go through this once. My husband, the groundkeeper, and I don't live here. There is a maid to attend to you if you need assistance over night. Meals are all promptly served at nine, twelve, and five. If you miss one, fend for yourself. Now, if you would take your bags and follow me, I'll show you your rooms."

Schuldig blinked at the woman and almost reached out with his power and tweaked her mind to make her more pleasant. The annoyed look Crawford was giving him was the only thing that stopped him. Damn bastard always knew what Schuldig was planning to do. He mumbled something about precogs and grabbed his bags before sauntering behind the woman.

Nagi followed behind him as Crawford watched Farfarfello. The Irishman seemed thrilled to be there for some reason, his random chatter becoming more of a song.

"Can't you hear them speaking? Screaming in the night. Oh the heavens shall bleed and God shall cry tonight!" The man sounded more like he was singing some sort of demented song.

"Can it, Farfie, or I'm sure Crawford will cut down on your playtime." Schuldig glanced back at the Irishman.

"Four little kittens, playing on the stairs. I wonder which one will play with me?" A golden eye was fixed on the stairs ahead of the door they just walked in. Nagi froze and stared at the men on the stairs.

The woman grunted and motioned up at the people on the stairs. "Your rooms are across from theirs. They can show you." She shook her head, and began mumbling as she hobbled off.

"Schwartz." Violet eyes narrowed and focused a glare in their direction.

Omi turned and stared with wide eyes at the four men on the foyer. "But.. but... How could they be here?"

Schuldig grinned. "We're on vacation, Bombay. The same as you are, I think." He walked towards the other men, his gaze passing over them to settle on the nonplussed expression that Yohji was giving them. He didn't seem to care that they were here.

Yohji put a hand on Aya's hip and pushed the red head behind him, earning a snarl for his troubles. "Look, we aren't even really enemies."

"What the hell are you talking about, Kudoh?" Aya snarled behind him. The man was like a damn cat that had his tail stepped on.

The blond gave a long suffering sigh. "Alright, so you have Esset. Big, bad, inherently evil? Then you have Kritkir. Screwy, stupid, and sickeningly good. We are paid. They are paid. Not like I want to try to kill them for any personal reasons. And I don't think they want to kill us." He looked to Schuldig.

"The Katzchen is right... with the exception of Farfie." Everyone moved to look at the Irishman who just blinked back at them. It was almost like he was trying to appear innocent.

"See? All everyone here wants is to have a vacation, some time to relax. So, we can get along for the weekend, week, whatever." He looked back at Aya and found a scowl on the red head's face. A quick glance to Omi and Ken saw them agreeing with him. That left Aya. He turned around and smoothed a hand over Aya's clothed abdomen. "Hey love, look at me."

The red head was looking down, away from everyone to a place on the stairs. He glared at the floor, fighting an internal debate with himself. Schwartz wasn't really that bad, were they? Yohji's hand tilted his face up so that his eyes were on Yohji's.

"They never hurt us unless it was for orders. Prodigy could have killed Omi at any point, but he didn't." His voice was low, trying to keep the conversation between them. "I've seen you with their profiles. You know they aren't as bad as Kritkir had them pegged."

The red head nodded and brushed past the blonde. He walked down the stairs, his eyes focused on Schuldig as he reached the landing. "Hi." Aya gave a small smile to them then turned to head towards the kitchen.

Schuldig blinked at the red head. "Hallo," his accent thickening slightly as he wasn't thinking about it. He watched the other man until he disappeared down the corridor into the kitchen. His gaze moved to Yohji. "Well, that was pleasant."

The blond snickered and shook his head. "That is Aya for you, Mastermind."

"Schuldig." The German approached the stairs and met Yohji as the blond man stepped down a few of the stairs.

"Yohji Kudoh." They shook hands. "I'm assuming you don't have a last name?"

The man shook his head, sending fiery locks brushing over his leather jacket. "They took that."

Yohji didn't have to ask who `they' was. "I don't have to tell you that if you even try to hurt any of us, you're dead, do I?"

Schuldig chuckled. "No, as long as you understand the same goes for us of you." He continued up the stairs. "I think we are going to get along just fine, Kudoh."

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Omi settled down in the large living room with his laptop in front of him. Cell phone reception sucked up here and he was having trouble finding a phone jack that he could access with his computer. None of the ones he had tried worked so no internet for him. It was frustrating, considering how much time he normally spent online. He sighed and hit the button to turn the laptop on.

"Hey."

Blue eyes shot up at the greeting. "Oh.. hi." He gave a light smile and turned his attention back to his laptop as his start up screen played through.

"Do you mind if I join you?" the other boy inquired, clutching his laptop hopefully.

"Sure. There's an outlet there if you need it." He motioned to the wall.

Nagi dropped down to the floor beside the other boy and stretched out on his stomach. He glanced at Omi's laptop then flipped open his own. He plugged it in and turned it on. The battery was almost dead from the ride over.

Some shouts sounded from outside and laughter followed. One of the windows had been pushed open to allow the pleasant country air into the building. The laughter sounded again along with a few shouts.

"They sound like they are getting along well." Nagi mentioned the casual observation as he typed in his password.

"Yeah." Omi smiled. "I'm surprised Farfarfello likes soccer. Ken-kun was thrilled when he found that out. It saves me from having to play with him too."

"I think Crawford was happy too. He doesn't have to keep an eye on Farfie... or lock him in his room." He shrugged. It was a normal occurrence. Occasionally, Brad would get upset enough to make Schuldig or Nagi watch Farfie. More often than not, it was Nagi watching him as Crawford and Schuldig `tended' to each other.

"I can't get any reception up here." Omi sighed and tossed his cell onto the rug next to his computer and tapped a few keys on his laptop.

Nagi pulled out his own phone from his jeans pocket and flipped it on. It beeped in protest for a moment then began searching for a signal. `No service' in big, bold kanji appeared on the screen. "Me neither. This sucks..." He began poking at the games he had installed.

Everything was silent for a few minutes, minus the occasional sound of keys being pressed. "Nagi-kun?" Omi asked hesitantly.

"Hai?" The other boy tilted his head to look at the blonde who was sitting cross-legged a short distance away.

"Do you want to play a game?" He shifted nervously.

Nagi smiled. "Hai, Omi-kun. What games do you have?"

Omi smiled brightly and began to rattle off a few titles. Neither boy noticed the window against the far wall fogging. A few slashes appeared, connecting to form the hiragana for death. It faded away, slowly as Omi tugged some cables from his bag to connect the two computers.

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"Bradley-kins, lay off the suit persona for awhile. You look good in jeans." Schuldig watched his American lover with irritation from his position on the bed. He glared as Brad took the time to shove his feet off as the other man reached for a pair of pants. "Bitte? For me?" He gave Crawford puppy eyes.

The dark haired man snorted and brushed the dress pants aside for a pair of jeans. "Only Nagi and Tsukiyono can pull off that look without looking like a total idiot."

Schuldig chuckled as he watched Brad's brief clad ass disappear beneath the jeans. "You forgot Kudoh. I saw him give Fujimiya the look earlier."

Crawford gave a slight laughing smile, relaxing somewhat in their roles now that they were out of the constant watch of Esset. He buttoned the jeans shut and reached for a t-shirt that was partially trapped beneath long legs. "Get off, Schu. We have to be down for dinner."

The German gave a smile and didn't move. "Take them, Bradley." He didn't care if he missed the meal. This was fun.

Dark eyes narrowed as Brad tugged at the shirt again before crawling on the bed. He leaned over his lover and glared.

"Oh, come off it and learn how to glare with the best of them." He chuckled and smirked at his lover.

Crawford just remained still before suddenly dipping down and pressing his already open mouth against the German's smirking lips. He took the man's bottom lip between his teeth and bit down.

Schuldig moaned in response, the action an instant turn on for him. He felt Brad about to pull away and leaned up, pressing his body against the other man's. He glared when he felt his lover move completely away from him and off the bed.

Holding up his shirt, he gave a triumphant smirk and slid the garment on.

"Bastard..." Schuldig mumbled as he hopped off the bed and followed Bradley out of their room. He was about to come up with more of a comment when Farfarfello and Ken passed them, the Japanese youth babbling happily to an attentive Irishman. Both were covered in mud and dirt. He practically stared at them as they disappeared down the hall. "Well fuck me..."

"Later."

"Crawford!"

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The meal had managed to pass without incident, all eight of the assassins getting along well with each other and the two civilians present. None of them had managed to slip anything about their true jobs to them. Only appearing to be vacationing coworkers, relatives, and the like.

Omi and Nagi settled back down on the floor, in front of one laptop. Omi was motioning with one hand to something on the screen as he was stretched out on his stomach. Nagi was by his side, also lying on his stomach with one arm thrown casually across the other boy's back. This was a long time coming, Brad mused for a moment before his babbling lover tried to get his attention again.

"Why didn't we get a vacation in the Caribbean this time?" Schuldig was seated in an arm chair that was angled towards Brad's and the love seat Yohji and Aya occupied.

"It wasn't in the budget." He let his gaze return to the paper he had unfolded on his lap.

"Since when do we have a budget?"

He glared at Schuldig through his glasses for a moment before pulling them off and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "We've always had a budget. Now, shut up and irritate someone else."

"As you wish, Mein Furher." The German allowed his gaze to wander about the room. He half thought about going to the library to grab a book to read. But, that would mean wandering past Farfarfello and Ken, who were seated against that door chatting excitedly about some sport or another. Who the hell would have thought those two would have hit it off?

A muttered curse drew his attention to the couple on the love seat. Yohji was seated normally with his red headed lover sprawled across him and the remaining portion of the article of furniture. Aya was glaring at Yohji with a certain degree of vehemence that probably meant the blond had let his hands wander for the umpteenth time that night.

"What is it with you and hitting me with that damn book?" Yohji shook his sore hand as he scowled at his lover.

"What is it with you and your hand just happening to wander down my pants all evening long, Kudoh?" Aya shot back. He held his book up as he watched the blond.

"Can I help it if you are so damn sexy I can't keep my hands off you?" He leered at his pale lover.

Schuldig couldn't help but snicker. This was almost as entertaining as irritating Brad.

Green eyes darted to the German then back to the red head when his leg was pinched. "Ow, what the hell Aya?"

"You're boney."

"And that warrants abusing me? I can't help it." He took hold of the waist of Aya's jeans and tugged the other man a little further towards the center of his cushion. "Bett-Ow!" He jerked his hand back and scowled again. Yohji noticed the smug look on Aya's face and grunted. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?" A smile spread across the red head's features and Yohji knew that Aya was having fun torturing him. "Bastard."

"Slut," was Aya's almost immediate retort. He began to open his book when it was pulled from his grasp. Aya sat up to reach for it. "Kud-mph." He found himself cut off by eager lips.

They shared a passionate kiss that had Yohji pulling back smugly. He handed a dazed red head back his book. Schuldig tried to keep from bursting into laughter.

"Get a room, Yohji-kun." Omi narrowed blue optics at the older man.

"Chibi, you aren't thinking straight. You just rhymed." He paused to watch Aya settle back down in his portion of the love seat. "Go back to sharing your porn collection with your new friend. "

Both boys on the floor blushed beat red. That only had Schuldig bursting into giggles until he was smacked with a pillow. He eyed Nagi as the boy stuck his tongue out at him and rolled back over to return his attention back to the computer and Omi. Schuldig's attention moved to older blond as Yohji snickered at him. The pillow sent his way ended up smacking Yohji full in the face.

"Hey!"

Aya smirked and glanced at Schuldig before he pinched Yohji's thigh again. "Quit squirming."

Yohji hissed and glared at the red head. "What is it, pick on poor Yohji hour?"

"Yes," Aya answered, deadpan.

Suddenly, the lights flicked and went out. The only light in the room was coming from the fireplace and Omi's battery powered laptop.

"Shit..." Yohji mumbled.

They all sat in silence, waiting for the power to return. When it didn't, Aya sat up and pushed himself to a stand. "There has to be a fuse box..."

A blood curdling scream tore through the building and they all stiffened. "It was upstairs." Omi stood, holding Nagi's hand and headed upstairs.

"Omi!" Yohji pushed Aya's legs off his lap and hurried after the younger assassin. "Goddamn chibi!"

The red head narrowed his eyes and snapped his book shut, following behind the other assassins. He was clearly annoyed. "Ken," he spoke before he disappeared into the hall.

"Fine, fine." Ken stood and walked after his teammates. Farfie followed on his heels.

Upstairs, Omi and Nagi froze in the doorway of the room. The maid turned and saw them as Yohji showed up and she rushed into his arms. He half heartedly patted her back as he tried to peer past Nagi and Omi. What he saw made him gag.

The room was like the one he and Aya had been given, with few different furnishings. The walls should have been a pale yellow but was darker. There was still enough light from outside for the red to give off a slick sheen. Blood. The walls were covered in blood. Enough that it appeared to be a slaughter. All of them, save the maid, had probably seen worse but this they were unprepared for. Everything in the room seemed to be drenched in red.

"I.. I have to go find Matsuda-san." Omi shook his head and brushed past Aya and Ken as they showed up. He hurried down the hall. Nagi followed silently, not willing to leave Omi alone nor deal with the mess in the room.

Aya appeared at Yohji's side. He cast a glare at the trembling woman in his lover's arms before finally looking into the room. Violet eyes widened a fraction before he turned away. "We have to get the power back on. This can be dealt with later."

"Fuck, Aya, could you be any colder? That room is drenched in blood. There are a little bits of people all over the place." He heard the woman sob loudly but he ignored her.

"Lock the door. You've seen worse." Aya turned and walked down the hall as Crawford and Schuldig walked up.

Farfarfello giggled to himself as he leaned against the wall. He could smell the stench of death. "I told you. I warned you. It's going to keep killing. We aren't safe. She knows... she knows!"

Schuldig raised an eyebrow at the Irishman's babbling. "Whatever you say, Farf." He glanced at Yohji. "Let's find the fuse box. Bradley and Hidaka can take of this."

"Oh yeah, leave it to us." Ken found himself nearly tackled as Yohji pried the maid from him and she practically threw herself at the soccer player. She began sobbing anew.

Yohji and Schuldig headed down the hallway, leaving Bradley peering into the room. He reached for the doorknob with a handkerchief and pulled it closed. The idea that there was something wrong with the fact that he hadn't had a vision since they arrived in the house bothered him.