Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ Making Friends ( Chapter 9 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 9: Making friends

Pairing: Yohji/Aya; Schuldig/Yohji (one sided)

Rated: Pg13-ish (Thus far for swearing. R rated for later chapters)

Warnings: Strongly implied yaoi and a swear word or two >_>;

Legal stuff: Well... I think it's obvious but I'll state it anyway. I don’t own them! Please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...>_>;;

Author notes: The first half of this story was written by ME and the second half was written by NIX. No, this fic isn’t really going to turn into a joint project but it’s fun to let someone else write a bit for this story every now and then, ne? ^_^! Also, sorry for the long wait on this chapter… life got in the way ^^;

Feedback: I’ll admit it, I’m a review whore.

Thanks to: (see bellow)

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Crawford was not pleased.

No... Crawford was MORE than not pleased with the current turn of events, he was down right pissed.

The unfortunate side of being a precognitive was the exact timing of the visions and the amount of time you were given to correct whatever it was you wanted to correct in order to change the possible outcome. The incident with Balinese, Abyssinian and the youngest Fujimiya had not made a large enough impression on the future to make itself known to Crawford until it was too late.

Harm to their team was not eminent from what he could see but the possibility of aggravation it was going to cause the Oracle was slightly more than abundant. He really should have seen this one coming, gift or no gift.

Long before Schuldig had probably ever made plans to abduct his little pet, Crawford had known of Mastermind's infatuation with the Weiss kitten. He could see it in the other's eyes and he heard it in the other's voice whenever the man gave a report or freely spoke of them. He should have put a stop to it then before a vision was needed but he hadn't, and now he was going to pay the price.

Why exactly did Schuldig have to be such an insufferable child when it came to possessions anyway?

The office door cracked open but the leader of Schwartz didn't bother to look up. He could feel Schuldig probing his mind, attempting to find traces of emotions so he could prepare for the lecture coming his direction. With irritation already built up, the older teammate deemed it appropriate to open a little gateway and flood his younger teammate with the heavy feeling of vexation -the same vexation that had been burning away at the back of Crawford’s thoughts for some time now.

Footsteps hesitated and the office door shut. Good idea, Nagi and the rest of the neighbors didn't need to hear the impending speech.

"Sit." A direct order Schuldig did not dare disobey.

"Brad, I know what you're going to-"

"Don't start with me Mastermind or I will put a bullet through your head right now." Well good, that shut the self-righteous little bastard up for a bit. "You're not going to keep him."

Crawford didn't need a gift to predict the whine he was about to elicit from the German.

"Why not? His teammates think he's dead and that Abyssinian half-wit isn't going to do anything to me least he wants his team to find out the truth."

The Oracle shifted, "It's dangerous all the same. He's a serious threat to the team..."

"No, he's not. The only way out of that room is through the door, and there is no way he could get out of there and harm any members of our team without you seeing it first or it alerting one of us. He's out numbered, out powered and lacking in adequate defense mechanisms. Threat and escape are highly unlikely"

Silence leaked into the room as Brad looked up and the two began a fierce stare down. Crawford knew Schuldig was right but Crawford also knew that having a member of Weiss inside the Schwartz residence was, regardless of precautions, an unsound idea.

"Besides, I think he would make an excellent addition to our team."

The staring contest broke the minute Oracle blinked at Schuldig. Twice.

"Excuse me?"

"Kodou, he would make a powerful weapon against Kritiker and a handy expendable pawn."

"You're making up excuses for him to stay."

"Perhaps, but they're pretty damn good excuses. At least let me try...?"

The temptation of what it would be like to have the use of white assassin around was heavy enough to just barely outweigh the foreboding reasons to get rid of him immediately. Damn it.

"You have two weeks. If you can't convince him to turn by then, I'll shoot him myself."

"Ja, no problem." The cocky attitude returned ten-fold and soured whatever streams of thoughts were running through the leader's head.

"Dismissed."

Mastermind grinned a wolfish grin and wasted no time in scurrying off -back to the place he had crawled out from. The Schwartz leader sighed and rubbed at his aching temples, there was no way the German would be able to turn Kudou in two weeks and they both knew it. Unless the telepath decided to use force, it was highly improbable. All the same, if Schuldig did not get rid of his new pet by the end of the permitted playtime, Brad was going to get rid of it for him.

The redhead needed discipline in whatever form it came in and more than that; he needed to understand his position in their team. Schuldig belonged to Crawford, in every way. There was not going to be any distractions or little pets getting in the way of that. The German was owned, marked and possessed... no exceptions, Schuldig was his.

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Farfarello liked Yohji, for the most part. He smelled nice and he had just a little hint of frightened rabbit in his green eyes. People were more fun to play with when they were sane. Fear was a good indicator of sanity.

And for whatever reason, that brought a feeling of something like tenderness for Schuldig’s prey. Crawford might even be pleased if the pretty blond were to give up the ghost sooner than Schuldig had planned. Because it would happen.

They all had just enough of a link between them that Farfarello knew what that red headed disaster wanted, and he also knew he’d never get it, that the pretty blond would end up a decaying corpse, lips pulling back from his teeth, flesh rotting away. It made Farfarello smile. If only they could be friends, just a little, maybe the blond would tell him what it was like to die when he was a ghost. Because he would be a ghost, even Jei could see that the blond had unfinished business with this world.

"I would have been a priest," he said, giving a confession, in hopes that the blond would confess back. That’s they way people made friends, or so he read in a book once. "If I hadn’t started killing people."

Yohji’s lips parted just slightly. He really wanted to believe that he’d just gotten some bad drugs or was having a hell of a hangover. This SO was not happening. What was happening was that he was going to quite putting it off, go see Aya-chan and see the ring he’d gotten for Aya. It was a nice ring, good metal, and it had cost a little more than he’d planned, but it was simple, something he could believe Aya would wear. The inscription he’d picked was small, but he held the inscription to his heart now. He held his love for Aya close to his heart. Everything would work out as long as he had that, because he didn’t really have much else. Even his friendship with Aya-chan was touched by his love for Aya.

"Are you listening to me," Farfarello snapped, the one yellow eye watching him as if he were a small fluffy bunny meant for dinner.

"It’s a shame you started killing people. Never too late to stop."

"Your ghost is going to be fun to have around. I’ll tell you my real name when you’re dead." Farfarello had miles of patience, but time for him just flowed at a different pace than for everyone else. To him Yohji had stared off into space for hours.

"My ghost will probably just be a pathetic thing," Yohji said, feeling cold inside, thinking about how his ghost would probably take up residence in Aya’s apartment and read books over Aya’s shoulder. At least he wouldn’t bug Aya as much when he was dead as when he was alive. "I’ll just float around wishing I could have finished some things."

It was working, Farfarello decided. He tried to think about what that book had said about making friends. "Finishing things is always good," he said, trying to keep his voice even, normal, friendly. "What do you want to finish? I can kill someone for you, if you want. But I don’t want you to leave when you’re a ghost. I want to talk to you then."

Yohji smiled, a plastic smile that had about as much in common with friendship as mannequins have with models. He had a sudden feeling that he was Alice and he’d fallen down the rabbit hole. "You’d kill someone for me?"

"Not Schuldig," Farfarello said, heading that off. "Maybe someone from Weiss. Someone who betrayed you?"

The hair stood up on the back of Yohji’s neck and he snarled, rage dancing along his nerves. "None of my team would betray me. My friends will come for me. They didn’t betray me!"

Farfarello scratched an itch under his eye patch. "Living people are always so strange. Now that we’ve made friends, I think your ghost is going to be much more interesting." Then he pulled a small gold edged blade from a pocket and held it out. "Want to play with one of my blades?"

Suicide would just make it so much easier.

"No. Thank you," Yohji said, holding Aya’s ring in his mind. Giving up was not an option. Not yet anyway.

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TBC

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To all who gave thanks to Nix - She says thank YOU for reading it and she's glad you enjoyed it. The reviews were wonderful.

Tygrrlyli - Joygasms over a kid? Sure why not? I get Joygasms over ice-cream ^^;;; Lol Anyway! Yeah, I was totally pleased with the way Aya-chan came out in this story. I'm not usually a big fan of her but -someone- needed to smack Aya/Ran upside the head and she seemed like the only one really capable of getting to him. ^^ Soooo woot for her! And thank you for the wished luck ^__^!

Jukebox_csi - Yeah... I'm still playing with the idea of forgiveness ^^;; it should be interesting.

AolaniDathomir - Yeaaaah, Nixy-chan is awesome! Thank god for great friends and small favors lol. As for how the others will react *cackles* ... let's just say it'll be fun.

Dimonyo-anghel - Aya-chan rocked my world in the wake chapter. Her memories of Yohji as just so... lovely. ^__^ I really like the way it came out too.

Tmelange - Wow! You're the second person who said they cried over this chapter. I admit though that I, too, got a little emotionally worked up over it. It was a pretty powerful lesson that Aya/Ran needed to learn, ne?

MikaSamu - Hai, he really has just been served his well-deserved slap, and that's probably just what he needed too.

ShinigamiSeiji - Oh it’s really awesome to hear that you’re anxiusly waiting to see what happens next. Thanks for waiting and I hope you stick around for the chapters to come too!

Morkael - Lol It's a Super Fujimiya Angst feast! X) Ah the Fujimiya sibblings make my heart smile. As for the inscription... BUWAHAHAHA! You'll see.