Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To Fall Again ❯ Let's Get Tipsy ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Let's Get Tipsy

 

Disclaimer: The usual disclaimer applies. Weiss Kruez is not my creation, but Project Weiss. I do own this plot though.

 

Warnings: Just bad language in this chapter and OOC-ness.

 

 

 

Yohji snacked on some noodles as he sat in front of his new laptop, curtsey of an entity known as `Kritiker.' It seemed like a very strange, shady job to have…a handler for a team of vigilante-types. Kritiker gives him a video tape, some information files, and a little background on the case, and he has to deliver this stuff to a team called Weiβ (of all things). These guys decide whether they want to take the mission, whether they need the assistance of another group, Schwartz, and report back to him when all is said and done. And get this…he even got a groovy code name like James Bond or some shit like that. The only down side: it was the name of a cat, Balinese. MEOW! Not to mention he has to cover as the commissioner's assistant during business hours, so no one will suspect him of being some spy or something.

 

But first, he had to get to know team Weiβ. So, he stretched out on his bed, with laptop, cat and noodles, to look at team member profiles. Kritiker certainly protected their agents. Not one physical attribute of any the agents was listed. Yohji definitely wouldn't know them if he saw them tomorrow. He supposed that physical descriptions on a database would be a bad thing in this line of business. So, he had to make due with what he had in front of him, which wasn't much.

 

First: Codename: Siberian

Weapon: Bugnucks (Not that Yohji knew what the hell that was)

Additional Information: Siberian has short temper. Tends to go berserk. Fiercely loyal and dependable, however. Has tendency to create deep bonds with teammates. Works best with groups. Keep close eye on behavior. No solo missions.

 

Next: Codename: Abyssinian, formerly Rook of Crashers (Now Yohji had a name for his cat…Rook)

Weapon: Katana (Now he did happen to know what that was. Abyssinian was a scary man)

Additional Information: Abyssinian is group leader, all decisions concerning team default to him. Focused, but slightly suicidal. Has made previous attempts at suicide. Tends to take all solo missions. Short temper, but keeps it under control. Cold, calculating, and vengeful. Watch for self-destructive behaviors.

 

Okay, so Weiβ was a two man group of mental cases. Lovely. Yohji continued to scroll through mission statistics and found that Weiβ was formerly a four man group of assassins. However, when the team dropped to a duo, Kritiker made them spies and let other teams do the assassinations. And if a mission had unusual circumstances to deal with, they called in Schwartz. There was even less information on this merry little band of agents. Not to mention that the profiles for these guys seemed like something out of a sci-fi novel or something. Oracle was a precog, Mastermind was a telepath, and Prodigy was a psychokinetic. Yohji felt like he was in over his head.

 

“Well, Rook, it looks like we have our work cut out for us.” The blonde's conversation with his cat was cut short when an email notification popped up on his computer screen. It was the very first mission report that he received from Weiβ, and if he remembered correctly, Schwartz was assisting with this one. He readied himself and opened the detailed report from Abyssinian, and, for some odd reason, he thought of Ran.

 

 

The redhead yawned, stretched and scratched his balls as he headed for the bathroom. He had to piss like a Russian racehorse. On the way, he passed the brunette sitting in the living room, listening to the sports overview on the news. His trek was cut short by a knock on the apartment door.

 

“Aren't you going to get that?” The brunette asked, not looking up from the television.

 

“Oh yes, I'll get it. Don't you move a muscle now. Who the fuck cares if I piss all over myself, so long as you don't move,” the redhead growled.

 

“I knew you would see it my way. Besides, it's for you anyway.” With a few nasty sounding curses, the redhead walked over to the door and flung it open.

 

“What the hell do you want?”

 

“Fuck you too, Schuldig,” Ran growled.

 

“The mission is over, isn't it? So, why are you here?” Schuldig started to shift his weight from one foot to another.

 

“I had a favor to ask.” Ran paused for a moment, noticing the German's strange behavior. “Is there a problem?”

 

“Fuck yes there is a problem! The whole world seems to have a vendetta against my bladder,” the German whined.

 

“Oh for fuck's sake, Schuldig, let Fujimiya in and go piss. You're starting to give me a headache with all your whining.” Crawford stood and approached the two redheads.

 

“Finally! Brad, I could kiss you!” Schuldig rushed from the room, his zipper dropping before he got the bathroom door shut.

 

“Is he always like this?” Ran asked, almost amused.

 

“Yes, it can be annoying, but most of the time it's just cheap entertainment.” The two men shared a small smile that turned to a chuckle when a loud moan of relief was heard from the bathroom. The toilet flushed, the sink was turned on, and a moment later, the flamboyant German practically melted from the bathroom with a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

 

“I think you enjoyed that a little too much,” the other redhead stated as Schuldig joined them.

 

“Hey, when you have to piss that bad for that long, it's almost as good as sex when you finally get to let it all out. Hell, it's practically an orgasmic experience.” Crawford rolled his eyes.

 

“So, Fujimiya, what brings you here? It's not like you enjoy our company,” the ebony-haired man asked.

 

“Let's go get shit-faced,” Ran spoke quickly before turning to walk out the door.

 

“What? You want us to go drinking? With you?” Schuldig blinked a few times then looked at Crawford. “Is there some trick to this? Because, you know, I wanted to go out earlier, but a certain little mission kept me from it.” The redhead batted his big blue eyes at the American with hope.

 

“Go if you want, but I refuse to go watch you whore yourself to anything on two legs. I don't dance, and it's boring to watch others do so.” The American adjusted his glasses and leaned against the door frame.

 

“Oh come on. Fujimiya doesn't dance either. You two can sulk together while I go whore myself.” The German didn't give the older man a chance to respond before grabbing him and the keys to the apartment and walking out the door. “You're going whether you want to or not, Brad.”

 

“Stop calling me that.”

 

“You two argue like an old married couple.” The walk to the club a few blocks down continued with similar banter from the three young men.

 

 

Yohji was sitting on his balcony (a.k.a. the fire escape), when a less than quiet trio walked by. There were two redheads and a brunette, and one of the redheads was cussing the brunette in a language that sounded like German or something while the other two gentlemen just ignored him. Apparently, the second redhead said something and then:

 

“Fuck you, Ran. You just wish you were as sexy and talented as me.” Now that caused Yohji to take notice. He leaned over the rail to get a somewhat closer look as the three passed by his apartment building without a second glace. One member of the trio was, in fact, Fujimiya Ran. Yohji watched as the three entered the club a couple of buildings down.

 

It didn't take him long to get inside and change clothes. Egami Yohji was going clubbing.

 

 

“You better slow down or you're going to hate yourself in the morning,” Crawford yelled above the blaring music, gaining him a dirty look from Ran.

 

“I really don't care at this point. I've had a day that makes Hell look like an amusement park,” the redhead responded, signaling for another shot of whiskey.

 

“I see.” Crawford looked around, catching sight of Schuldig grinding against a slightly younger man with blue hair. The American adjusted his glasses and shook his head. “Why didn't you bring Hidaka with you? I'm sure you enjoy his company more than mine.”

 

“He doesn't drink, being the health nut that he is. Besides, Aya's bookshelf collapsed tonight, so he's going to try and fix it. Try being the operative word here.” Ran looked over at Crawford and noticed that the dark-haired man was busy staring at the German on the dance floor.

 

“He's impossible. One of these days, one of his one night stands is going to be someone that's out to get him,” the American sighed. “I don't understand why he does it.”

 

“Because he doesn't know that there is someone waiting for him at home that can give him more?” Ran stated sarcastically, getting a surprised look from the American. “What, you think it's not obvious that you're attracted to him? I'm not blind you know. I think the only person who doesn't see it is Schuldig.”

 

“Self-preservation is sometimes necessary.” Next thing Crawford knew was that he had a slightly drunk German in his lap.

 

“Braaadleey.”

 

“What?”

 

“Come dance with me.” Schuldig batted his eyelashes at the scowling older man.

 

“No.”

 

“Pleeeaaase. That guy over there won't leave me alone, and you're awfully scary.” Schuldig stood and started dragging the barely resisting American onto the dance floor.

 

“Schuldig, I don't know how to dance . . . well, not like this anyway,” Crawford complained as various bodies bumped into him.

 

“Just follow my lead. Besides, I think the kitten is going want some alone time.” Crawford gave him a confused look. “Look who just walked in.”

 

“Fuck me,” the older man murmured as he watched Kudoh Yohji scan the crowd. His hazel eyes glazed over, signaling a vision.

 

“Gee, Brad, I didn't realize you were interested.” Schuldig's voice cut through his vision and he frowned.

 

“Schuldig, I'm not—“ Too bad Brad Crawford's visions didn't predict every little detail of the immediate future, or he would have known that he was about to be in a very unexpected lip-lock with his redhead companion. It was . . . nice. It wasn't sexual . . . well, not too sexual. Everything Schuldig was sexual, but Crawford doubted that the redhead meant it that way. It was soft, tender, and chaste . . . and Crawford felt it long after it ended.

 

“Thank you for keeping that pervert away, he was really starting to give me the creeps. Now let's get closer to watch the festivities.” Crawford once again found himself being dragged by the hyperactive redhead and practically pushed into an unsuspecting blonde.

 

“Oh, excuse me, I'm terribly sorry,” the brunette muttered after colliding into Yohji.

 

“Don't worry about it. You know, you are as proper as you look.” The former assassin chuckled.

 

“Thank you, I think,” Crawford murmured.

 

“Hey, you're here with Ran, aren't you? Can you point me in his direction; I need to talk to him.”

 

“Sure thing. The kitten is over at the bar, trying his damnest to shorten the bar's supply of Gray Goose.” Schuldig was more than happy to answer the blonde and even threw an arm over Yohji's shoulder and led him to the unsuspecting Ran.

 

“Do I know you? You seem really familiar.” Yohji asked as they navigated the crowded club.

 

“I'm sure it will come to you,” was the only answer the blonde received. Before he could ask what the German meant, he found himself standing behind the redhead that he had been obsessing about for the past two days. He felt his mouth go dry, his nerves start humming, and his heart start pounding…the same reaction he had been getting around Ran since meeting him. He steeled himself for the usual bad attitude as he tapped the redhead on the shoulder.

 

“Yohji? What are you doing here?” There was more than just confusion in the redhead's violet eyes, and it made Yohji wonder what was going on in that head.

 

“I was in the neighborhood?” The blonde tried to sound casual and charming, but it must have backfired because Ran let out a bitter laugh.

 

“That's probably right. You were always in any neighborhood that had willing women and plenty to drink. Why would I think things would change now?” Ran looked at Schuldig. “Where's my car? I did bring it, didn't I?”

 

“Sorry, darling, but no, we walked. It is still parked at my place.” A sneaking little smirk appeared on the German's face. “Besides, Yohji here came all this way to see you.”

 

“You don't know him very well then. He was getting ready to screw around like always…he is just trying to make up for getting caught. I've seen this routine before.” Ran waved his glass at the bartender in request for a refill.

 

“What the hell is he talking about,” Yohji could not help but ask. Every time he was around the redhead, he became increasingly confused about what the hell was going on.

 

“I think Fujimiya-san has confused you with someone else. As you can see, he is more than a little drunk,” Crawford felt obliged to answer.

 

“I am NOT drunk, thank you. I am just…slightly tipsy. And I'm ready to go so Yohji can have room to work his charm on all these lovely ladies.” Ran started patting his pockets in order to find his keys.

 

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, but you are definitely not driving yourself out of here. I'll take you.” Yohji's confusion melted into amusement at the glare he received in response to his offer.

 

“I promise that I do not need your help getting back to my car, thank you very much.” Surprisingly, to Yohji, the redhead's words were not slurred, just not as harsh as usual. It would be difficult to determine whether or not he was drunk. However, the fact that he about face-planted right into the table the moment he attempted to stand was a dead give-away of just how inebriated he was.

 

“Your car? You don't actually think I'm going to let your drive anywhere in that condition, do you?” Yohji smiled slightly at the drunken flush that had spread across Ran's cheeks.

 

“You can't tell me what to do!” The pout on the full, down-turned lips made Yohji want kiss the stubborn, infuriating redhead. However, he remembered the cold shoulder he received the last time he attempted to kiss Ran.

 

“I'm not telling you what to do…per se…but what you can't do. I am not going to allow you to get behind the wheel of a vehicle and kill yourself of or someone else.” Yohji had officially moved up the `you are really starting to piss me off you annoying little parasite' glare. Yohji's amusement only grew.

 

“Smart ass. And since when did you care about whether I lived or died? Fine fucking time to start now.” Yohji could only blink as confusion swept over him yet again. It took him a few moments before he noticed Ran trying to drunkenly move himself through the crowd toward the exit.

 

“Ah, so that's what the hell he has been muttering about all night,” Schuldig's voice came from behind Yohji. For a moment, the blonde forgot he was there and turned to look at the German in askance.

 

“What does that mean?” The annoying foreigner just flipped his long hair behind his shoulder and gave Yohji a cocky smile.

 

“Schuldig.” Yohji watched in amusement as the brunette with glasses called the German down. The arrogant smirk practically melted from Schuldig's face as he rolled his eyes.

 

“Fine, Bradley, you are such a boring asshole.” After giving an agitated little snort, he turned back to Yohji and stated, “You better go get Ran before he gets himself in trouble.”

 

“Shit,” Yohji grumbled and went in the general direction where he last spotted the temperamental redhead. He was beginning to wonder if the other man was worth all this trouble. However, when he walked outside and saw Ran propped against the building, looking up at the stars, Yohji knew this man would be worth any torment he would have to endure just to be next to him.

 

“Ran.” The redhead turned at the sound of his name, and Yohji was once again hit with a sense of deja-vu as he saw a flash of grief, sadness and uncertainty in those amazing violet eyes. The intensity of the moment took his breath away and he longed to wrap himself, lost soul and all, in the redhead and remain there forever.

 

“Why?” Ran stated suddenly, almost startling Yohji.

 

“Why what?” The blonde approached Ran cautiously, as if he were afraid of scaring the beautiful man away.

 

“Why couldn't I be enough? What is it about me that is lacking? I mean, I know that there are…things…things that make me less than worthy of some. But the same things that make me less than deserving are the same that made him so. He was no better than me, but yet I couldn't make him want to keep me.” Yohji raised a hand slowly and gently ran his hands through the redhead's silky, slightly sweaty hair.

 

“I don't know who in the world could not think you are enough. You don't deserve someone who thinks that you are anything less than everything. I don't know why he wasn't what you needed, and I'm sorry that you went through all that.” Ran closed his eyes and leaned into Yohji's hand.

 

“Let's get out of here,” Yohji stated softly and wrapped his arm around the smaller man.

 

“Great idea,” and, with that, Ran promptly passed out. Yohji barely caught him before he hit the ground.

 

“You know, you really are really good at killing the mood, hell cat.” With a chuckle, Yohji picked Ran up and prepared to carry him the two and a half blocks to his apartment. Ran would just have to wait until morning to get his car and go home.

 

**End Chapter**

 

 

Sorry that this took me so long to update. My personal life has been hell lately, including a cancer scare and some other issues. I'm trying to get back to writing again. I just hope that I can remember where I was going with all my stories. I just hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. It was really hard to write and get back into the swing of things.

 

Laters,

sirencirce