Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight Youji ❯ pick pocket ( Chapter 7 )

Twilight Youji

By Nix Winter

Disclaimers: This story is written for fun… and one can soooo tell. I don't own Gravitation, Gundam Wing, or Weiss Kreuz

Notes: Insane chapter.. rewritten many times… probably still way in need.

Twilight Youji

Youji hadn't picked pockets in years, except for mission goals. By he time he left the train station, he'd gotten himself a mobile phone, half a pack of cigarettes of the wrong brand, and a Zippo lighter. It was a bit more of a challenge to get people's stuff without touching them. According to the mobile phone, it was a little after nine, so about five hours since he'd been stabbed with the stolen angel heart, a couple more since he'd gone on this second mission. In between he'd meet Judas, woken Fujimiya Aya from her coma, and shared the most important kiss of his whole life. It was not nearly enough time to come to any kind of understanding.

In his sleeveless clubbing shirt, black booted ankles crossed as he sat on a wall a couple blocks from the station, his fingers caressed the dial pad of the phone he'd stolen. The most logical explanation for all of this was that he'd gone out the night before and gotten stoned off his ass. As a rule, he didn't do drugs. He knew he had enough problems out doing what did without adding any mind-altering substances. He had called one of those red headed women Aya once and she had bruised his cheek with a fisted slap. Fuck only knew what he would have done if he'd been stoned at the time. He sure as hell hoped it was, and then he reversed himself, wished it wasn't Aya who'd died in his arms and been kidnapped by a seven foot tall black winged angel who got along too well with Hell.

It was just one of those things a person really didn't want to be real. Holding a cigarette between shaky lips, he worked on lighting it as he dialed Omi's number.

He shoved the lighter into his pocket, took the cigarette between two fingers as Omi's voice answered, "Moshi Moshi! Kitty in the House Flowers! How can I help you?

"Cut the crap. It's me," he said, blowing smoke down over his chin. "Omi, you know what hospital Aya's sister's at?"

There was a pause. "Youji-kun, who is Shindou Shuichi? Isn't he that singer?"

"I stole his phone and I wouldn't know. I don't listen to your music. He was just some kid. I didn't touch him. Aya's sister is important. I have to know if she woke up today." Youji pulled another drag of his stolen cigarette and absently noted that the sun didn't feel warm on his skin. "Stay on the phone with me, okay?"

"Where are you, Youji-kun? Have you seen Aya-kun? Ken just took a message from a hospital about his sister. How did you know? Is he with you?"

Youji pushed the smoke out his nose, then threw the cigarette down to the side walk. "Long story. You got an address on those head fucking Schwartz?"

"I have the location they phoned from last, but I doubt they are there still. Youji-kun, I have your location, Ken's coming to get you. Aya's not answering his mobile phone."

"No, I guess he wouldn't do," Youji said, wording like a British TV show he'd seen, as if some distance to the facts would make them easier. "Well, you see, first he kissed me, then we got shot, and then some psychotic angel dragged him to hell. It's been a shit of a morning."

"Youji-kun," Omi said, just a little whine showing in his voice, "Are you okay?"

"Omi-kun," Youji soothed, smiling even as he took out another cigarette, "I'm cursed, literally, so I guess at least it's not all in my head. Did you have even the slightest clue that I was in love with Aya?"

"Uh," Omi's inability to answer filled the air, "You're in love with Aya's sister?"

"Naw." Now the accent was a little American, a lot distant from his problems. "With that red headed sword wielding bastard we live with. You ever watch him sleep? Makes me wonder who he'd be if he'd never gotten hurt by, yeah. So you ever watch him sleep?"

"No!"

Youji could hear the blush real clear through their digital connection. Nice phone. "I have an incoming call. Omi, get me their last known location. You and Kenken can meet me there, alright?" he didn't wait for an answer, just flipped over to the incoming call. "Moshi moshi?"

"Who are you?" asked the powerful male voice, icy cold.

"Good question. What do you know about wraiths," Youji asked, blowing another puff of strong French smoke out between his lips.

"Where is Shindou?"

"At the train station, I suppose, probably looking for the phone I stole from him." Youji leaned back and parted his hair with his thumb nail, trailing slightly fragrant cigarette smoke over his head. "Hey, he stole your coat didn't he? These are your cigarettes. These are pretty good. Where do you get them?"

"Which train station," the voice asked and Youji sat up, sighed. Under all the anger, that was all that really mattered to this man, his worry for the pink haired teenager Youji had robbed. "Is he safe? Did you hurt him?"

"No, he's safe. I was just leaving the train station, picked his pocket. He looked like he'd been crying. Did you hurt him?"

Defensive now, honest the way a person can only be with an absolute stranger. "He's too young and stupid. He thinks he's in love. I'm just the wrong kind of person for him."

"You asshole," Youji snarled and took another puff of Eiri's French cigarette. "What kind of person? This whole damn universe is filled with hate and pain, with nasty shit and people, if someone loves you, and you love them back, and you do, or you wouldn't be calling him up right after you saw the news of the terrorist attacks, and that's what you did, isn't it? If I have to go to hell to get the one I love, I will, so don't you be a stupid fuck and throw away the one you love."

There was a sputter. "No one talks to me that way!"

"You can come try to kick my ass if you can find me, but seriously, why don't you just come down to the train station and tell him you're sorry for being an ass, take him home and do what ever gay boys do with each other?"

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Yuki Eiri snarled, but he was already getting his feet into his shoes to go after Shuichi.

"No," Youji said, smiling now, "But I suppose it doesn't matter. Wraith, demon, angel, fag, a heart's a heart, we love where we love, uh?"

"You're not paying me to be your therapist."

"Free's the best kind," Youji got up, started walking, looking for a car or motorcycle worth stealing. "So if someone had taken, say Shuichi, and they wanted this really dangerous weapon in exchange for him? Would you give it over? I mean, if it had belonged to the kidnapper in the first place, but now it was going to make things worse if they got it?"

"Are you talking about the terrorists that tried to attack the trains this morning?"

"Nope," Youji leaned over casually, looking into a nice little mini. "Just say, demonic bad? The kind of shit that makes a person think they've lost the whole bag and all the marbles?"

"You did have something to do with the terrorists?"

"I killed three of them," Youji admitted, giggling the mini's door handle just right then jerking hard. "Okay, two. I think one of them just passed out. It's what I do. I'm a killer."

"Then why do you care what bad things the kidnapper does? Just get your lover back."

"Its not that simple," Youji hedged, holding the phone between shoulder and cheek. "Its more like that story where the guy has to choose between saving his kid and a train full of people."

"But if you're a killer," there was a pause, "I'm watching the news now, there is footage of a train in the station you mentioned. Did you do that?" The tone mixed awe and utter disgust, "Is that puree of terrorist?"

The car Youji was hotwiring came to life. "Yeah, I guess it is. I'm a little more of a monster than I was yesterday."

"Shuichi is alive because you were there. Listen, if you can do that, in front of everyone, so that they're saying they just saw him explode. Then you might be more of a monster, but you're more able to do things that someone else might not be able to. Don't think, train or kid? Think how to time things so it's not a problem in the first place. If you're killing terrorists in the middle of groups of people and not hurting anyone else, you're not a killer, you're a protector. Don't see things so black and white, expand a little."

"It's the hardest time of day to see in, you know? Twilight," Youji pulled out into the street. "The eyes don't adjust well. I've got to go kill some bad guys, a demon or two. Thanks for the chat."

"You're welcome. Drop that phone in a mail box. I do love him."

"I can hear it in your voice." Youji said, ignoring the next incoming call for another few beeps.. "Would you kill for him? Die for him?"

"Yes. Love is in your voice too."

Youji didn't know what to say to that, so he hit the receive button and said, with fake cheerfulness, "Moshi moshi!"

"Balinese," Crawford's voice chilled the whole of Tokyo. "I want you to kill someone for me."

Youji laughed. This phone brought the most amusing conversations. "You can't kill this person yourself? You seem pretty fucking good at it. Who do you want me to kill, Crawford-san?"

"Akron."

"I met him tonight, nasty bastard. Just how do you expect me to kill him?"

"I want you to give him back his heart," Crawford said an unreadable emotion in his voice.

"This is what you were playing at all along, wasn't it," Youji spat, wishing emotion could reach through the phone the way someone could toss acid. "You used us."

"Are you surprised," Crawford asked. "I have left the object in question in the lilies. You'll probably want to get your fellow kitties some pain killer. They weren't happy to see us." That had a definite smirk to it.

"Did you have any point to this or was this just recreation for you?"

"I guess you'll find out in time," Crawford was just walking out of the Koneko as Youji pulled up in his stolen car. Nagi followed him out, carrying Aya's favorite blue rose. Crawford shut the phone off, and turned in his direction.

"You can't just take that flower!" Youji said, pointing at the potted rose bush. Nagi looked at him through the leaves, dark eyes that looked like a young boy's eyes, not like a trained and vicious killer.

"We're not paying you for it," Schuldig purred, holding out his hand as if he expected Youji to hand over the car keys as well. "Well, come on. The police are probably already looking for it. Do you want them to find it here."

Farfarello was suddenly there as well, leaning against the hood. "The flower made Nagi smile," he said tracing his tongue up a stolen pair of pruning scissors, the ones with the nice blue rubber handles. "The money in the cash register made Schuldig smile. I want to cut your wings off."

"I don't have wings! You robbed our cash register?" Youji smacked the keys into Schuldig's waiting hand. "That flower needs three parts Ruby feed and two parts water, and I've been giving it half of cup of coffee once a week."

"Okay," Nagi said sweetly and Youji was just about sure the boy hugged the damn pot like he'd just gotten a new kitten or something. Aya was going to bust a rod over this. "Thank you."

Youji frowned, eyebrows drawing down. He leaned a little so he could look in Nagi's eyes, through the rose foliage. "Email Omi if you have questions."

Behind the green there was a smile.

"Five minutes until police," Crawford said calmly, holding out his hand for the keys, which Schuildig made a display of irritation before throwing the keys to his leader.

They all disappeared into the car, Schuildig and Farfarello into the back, Nagi and his pet rose in the passenger seat. Brad turned and he and Youji locked eyes. "Why," Youji asked, wondering if he could reach out and touch the Oracle, just that fast. There was only inches between them, where Crawford stood with one foot on the car, arms on the door. It was Crawford's fault that he was a wraith, that his touch would kill now.

"Because, Kudou, someday the Oracle will be loved by Death and you're going to watch over Death's great grandmother, and his grandmother. Even after i disappear from this time, you're going to be there watching over them for me. You'll even do it because you want to."

"Is everything in your life tainted by so much manipulation?"

Crawford smirked, but Farfarello leaned forward, grinned, "I like you a lot! You really piss God off!"

Youji scratched the back of his head like that could make the feeling of squick go away.

As they pulled away, he saw Schuldig smile and had that awful finger nails on the chalk board feeling of his thoughts being riffled through, then so vividly he saw Aya's lips lift in a small smile, still wet with their shared kiss, "I love you."

Schuldig's voice layered over that, smirking, "Manipulation or not, our Oracle's in love with someone who isn't even born yet. Disgusting, ne? And Farfarello pissed in the apple juice in the fridge. Thank you, come again."

Youji pressed a finger to his temple. "Come back and let me touch you, you guilty bastard!"

"You'll be one of us yet, Caramel Kitty. Hurry inside. Pretty Kenken's probably bleeding by now." There was a very twisted humor feeling to Schuldig's last thought projection, decidedly dark humor.

AN: this was just getting… long.. and well, I think I'll post this and continue at work tonight

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