Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ski Resort ❯ Chapter 1

Interlude 2: Ski Resort

Pairings: Schuldig and Omi

After months of hard work, the special unit Weiss was told to take a break. One week at a ski resort. Which would explain why Omi found himself looking up at a cloudless blue sky, piercing sunshine, and bundled to death in about five layers of clothing that was doing little to prevent the numbing cold air from reaching his bones.

And alone, no less. Omi stared up at the mountain with no little sense of trepidation. He was tired, however, of staying inside the cabin with Ken and Aya. Two days into their vacation Ken managed to sprain an ankle and wrenched his knee, effectively gaining the dark-haired athlete a first prize seat on the sofa in front of the TV, moping. After all, it had been Ken's idea to go skiing.

Almost immediately, Yohji had taken off to parts unknown in hunt of some snow bunnies. Aya had taken a turn or two at the slops due to Ken's hounding, but he had just as quickly claimed a chair by the fire with an open book in hand, with the firm announcement that he wasn't going to be leaving his lover's side any time soon.

But Omi was tired of staying inside. He had agreed with Ken's idea of coming up here because he liked to ski. He just didn't like to ski by himself.

Oh well, there was no help for it. Omi wasn't a phenomenal skier like Ken, but he was pretty good. No sense in brooding indoors when he could be practicing outside.

The bundled archer climbed into one of the many empty gondolas and stared out at the mountain ahead. The ski resort wasn't very crowded at all; in fact, only one person joined him in the floating rectangular box before it departed for higher ground.

Omi continued to stare out the window at the quickly lowering landscape. They were easily five hundred meters in the air now, he estimated. The gondola rocked gently as it slowly climbed altitude, and Omi was hyper aware of the fact that his entire support relied upon the box he found himself in, dangling off a thick wire as the pulley system continued to drag the gondola higher and higher.

And then, to add to Omi's already foul and depressed mood, the gondola lurched to a shuddering, swaying halt.

"Perfect," the blond muttered, turning to look back at his companion. "Well, it looks like we're stuck-oh, shit, Schwartz!"

Omi ducked, two darts flying off his fingertips before his knees even touched the floor, sending the gondola swaying even more precariously.

"Weiss," the fiery-haired German greeted blandly, uncrossing his arms and stepping away from the wall just seconds before two darts embedded themselves where his head and chest had been. "Sheath your claws, kitten, I've got no bone to pick with you."

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Schuldig had been bored. Not surprising when Farfarello was doped up to the gills on meds thanks to another one of his more…psychotic episodes. Nagi was laid up in bed with the flu, and Brad was being a prick and insisting on working during their vacation.

It was their fucking vacation for crying out loud! You're supposed to relax and *forget* about work for a while. That was the whole fucking *point* of a vacation, for fuck's sake. Of course, would Bradley listen to him?

No, of course not. Which is why Schuldig found himself literally thrown out of the cabin on his ass and told not to come back until he'd calmed down.

He'd wandered around the resort idly for maybe close to an hour before deciding to try skiing again. After all, he wasn't *that* bad at the sport. Of course, this was also the first time in several very long years since he'd even tried, therefore he was very much relieved when he was able to stay up long enough to impress two adorable little snow bunnies. Yep, the first day had been very gratifying.

But Schuldig wasn't in the mood for some hanky-panky right now. And since there was oh, so very much to do at a ski resort, that pretty much left him with the option of hitting the slopes again or heading to the game room to beat some poor defenseless kid out of his vacation money over billiards or foosball.

Yep, the slopes it was, then.

He had *not* expected to run into the very distracted kitten; however, his interest was too pricked for him just to walk away. What was the baby kitten doing so far away from his litter box? Was he alone, or were his litter mates nearby. If so, that would definitely put a damper on the idea of "vacation." Wouldn't Bradley just love to be right? Damn precog. I don't understand what does he mean by "Wouldn't Bradley just love to be right?" Right about what? Vacation? Work?

Bombay was whining so loudly it wasn't hard for Schuldig to pick the answers to his curiosity's questions. Of course, after about three minutes of being in the same space as the moody teen, he was ready to either pull his hair out, tell the kid to shut the hell up, or just put a bullet threw the kid's head and save the kid some trouble.

And then the gondola stopped.

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Andrea: Well, finished "The Date", so I guess *you* can work your magic on this one, ne? {pastes a sugary-sweet smile on her face and bats eyelashes} After all, *you're* the skier… I haven't been skiing since I was five-and that was so traumatic I'd rather just forget it all, thank you very much.

The above just has to be Marika since I sure can't ski!!!