Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ What he certainly hadn´t planned ❯ killer-showers ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3

by Picaro

"Um …yeah. alright." and with that he closed the door again. Heaving another little sight Crawford put the bundle of clothes away and made his way to the bathtub. Then he started to unwind the bandages, revealing many fine, red lines criss-crossing all over his skin. They were already healing and reminded Crawford slightly of Schuldig´s last encounter with a cat. (A normal one.) A slight smirk crept over Crawford's features at this thought, despite the situation he was currently in. The latest performance of the redhead had been just to fun to forget.

Directing his attention at the shower again Crawford started to turn the faucets, adjusting the water temperature to his liking. Satisfied when this task was finished, he placed the handle of the shower on the taps and started to climb into the tub when he noticed something. He was still wearing the shorts. Quickly shrugged off, they landed on the floor and Crawford slipped into the tub.

And slipped a second time.

´´WLAMM!!``

The next thing Crawford registered was that he was lying sprawled out on his back, debating with himself whether his backbone was broken or not. ´It certainly hurts enough ... ´ Sitting up again, the next approaching disaster immediately caught his attention. Some time during his first encounter with hard reality, the handle of the shower had somehow managed to loose itself - and currently a strong jet of water came out of it.

Strong enough to move it.

`Surely you don't think that I would let you ... ´ Trying to prevent the coming Crawford reached for the handle.

´´SPLASH``

He had just enough time to close his eyes before he got drenched. Silently fuming he wiped his face. `Well, I wanted to shower... But not face first!` He'd been in a bad mood before, and now he was pissed. He was certainly not going to be made fun of by a simple shower. Directing his own glare of death at the still dancing shower, Crawford let out a deep growl. ´Alright. This means war!` And with that he lunged at the self-proclaimed water spouting dragon.

Some water, sliding, slipping and cursing filled minutes later Crawford finally got to his warm shower.

Slowly relaxing he started to rearrange his thoughts. He could tell with safety that that wasn't one of Schuldig´s mislead pranks. Not even the German could fake pain that good. And about his current state... As long as he didn't do anything to suspicious, he was safe here. `About safety ... I wonder from what those came from?´ he thought, while examining the cuts again. First he had thought that he had gotten them from Weiß or a fight, or probably both. These options were out of possibility now. But who then? And why? ´ Seems like I'll just have to try my luck with Weiß.`

Still, he hadn't liked the expression the young Takatori´s face had shown for a short moment. ´I really thought that he had recognized me.` To tell the truth, Crawford had been ready to dash. He really preferred not to think about what would happen if Weiß found out who exactly they had brought home. ´Home...` A slow grin appeared on his face. ´At least I can spy on them a bit, while trying to find out what's happening.´

When Crawford stepped finally out of the shower, a sight of disaster greeted him. The whole bathroom was under water. I was really a half miracle that the prepared dry clothes weren't soaked as well. Putting them on, Crawford shivered slightly. They felt alien compared to the suits he normally wore. ´I doubt I could get one in my current size. Well, If I don't want them to recognize me I'll have to act anyway.´

Glancing at the state of the room, he sighted. ´At last I have a good excuse for taking so long.`

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"Omittchi, you sure that he's awake?"

"Yes, I am Yohji-kun." came the exhausted answer. Yohji was asking Omi the same question over and over since he'd come back into the shop. Now they were sitting in the kitchen and he was still asking. Slowly it was getting monotone. "He's doing fine."

"If he's fine, why's he not coming down then?"

Omi scowled at him. This was getting old. "I already told you that he's taking a shower." Yohji waved his hand in a lazy manner. "Yeah, yeah, … But over an our?!" Omi rolled his eyes. Yohji was overdoing it again.

"Why don't you just go upstairs and see yourself?" Ken asked from where he was making their dinner.

Yohji grinned "Into the bathroom? No, Kenken. That you'll have to do yourself."

Ken glared back at him. "What are you trying to intimate Yohji? Don't take me like yourself." Yohji´s grin just widened. "Why, who's the one always playing with little children in short soccer shorts ?" Ken turned a deep shade of red at that.

"Hey! What are you trying to say?! You -"

Omi decided that it was better to stop them now before a fight would ensue again. "Hey, guys. Guys! He's probably just taking a little longer."

"Yeah. Or he's scared. Waking up and finding yourself in a house of a stranger has to be scary."

"You say it. And Kenken being the first thing you see after waking up, mind you…"

´´ . . . . . . .``

"Yohji! Stop teasing Ken! And Ken-kun! Stop throttling Yohji-kun and go back cooking! I think something's burning."

Ken yelped at that and rushed back to the counter from where smoke was emitting, releasing Yohji immediately.

Huffing indignantly Yohji returned to his seat on the kitchen table, just to stop in mid track goggling over Omi´s shoulder at the door. The young blonde was sitting with his back to the door so he could only see the expression on the others face, which was priceless. Curios about what had surprised the other man so much Omi turned as well and felt his jaw hitting the floor. In the door was standing -

"Holy fuck, we've kidnapped Crawford's little brother!" Count on Yohji to find the right words.

Omi hadn't noticed it before ,but the boy standing in the doorframe was really looking A LOT like Crawford.

Enough to pass as his younger twin brother.

His twelve years younger twin brother, though. His still wet, jet-black hair was now combed back with a few stubborn strands of hair hanging in his face. He had the same darkish-handsome features like the leader from Schwarz though they were a little bit less sharp with a childish - soft edge playing underneath them. His face was dominated from a pair of amber-brown eyes, shining with an unreadable expression in them. `Yohji´s right. He really looks like him. Just without glasses. Though I can't imagine Crawford in this outfit.` Omi grinned at the thought of the dreadful Oracle of Schwarz wearing instead of the ever-present creme coloured suit a green, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of simple dark blue-jeans. It seemed like something ridiculous, impossible ever to happen.

"Wow" exclaimed Ken surprised. He had also turned at Yohji´s comment and was now just as openly goggling like the rest of them. Before the silence was getting too awful Omi´s quickly cleared his throat, jerking his other team mates back into reality. Ken turned instantly back to his cooking (which was quite well cooked by now) and a big grin started to spread over Yohji´s face. Seemed like he had the same idea like Omi and found it very amusing.

"Why don't you come over and take a seat? There's no need to be scared from Yohji -kun and Ken -kun. They are very loud, but they don't bite." He invited the other nicely.

Yohji aimed a fake punch at him. "Hey! I've heard that." Omi grinned. "Gomen, Yohji -kun" Yohji answered with that lazy grin of his "Don't be, bishonen. After all it's true."

After the other was seated he gave them a strange look which made Yohji grin even more. "Hello there. I'm Kudou Yohji. That's Kenken -" Overhearing the use of his nick name, Ken turned once more, smiling. "Hidaka Ken. Call me Ken." "- and Omittchi there, you've already met." Omi smiled warmly. "Tsukiyono Omi. Glad to meet you. Just call me Omi." He introduced. "Yeah, And me Kudo-sama."

Ken burst out laughing. The thought of somebody calling Yohji ´-sama´ was too much for him. Soon Omi joined in.

Yohji shot them a mock glare. Then he gave the kid an indignant look and sighted overly sorrowful. "Why don't I get at last a little respect? There I'm working together with this guys for years now and what's the reward I get? " Another theatrical sigh. "They are laughing at me! Injustice is the worlds reward." At that Ken and Omi dissolved into uncontrollable laughter accompanied by occasional giggles. Even the Crawford-look-alike broke into a grin.

At that the tall blonde clutched his chest with one hand and did a fake impression of a deadly wounded. "Ashes over your heads. Just what have I done to deserve this?!" Ken said something inaudible to Omi and they laughed just harder. Not even Yohji himself maintained to hold his impression of hurt innocence up any longer. ´Seems like the both aren't that identical´ Yohji turned his attention back at the boy. A sly grin crept at his face.

"So, boy. Mind to tell us how you got your back hurt?" Meeting the boy's surprised look, he added "Easy to tell. When you were sitting down you winced. And you weren't injured at the back. So?" The other one tried to evade his questioning look.

"The shower tried to kill me."

"WHAT?"

Everyone stared at him. He looked up to again. A amused gleam was playing around the corner of his lips and also shone in his amber-brown eyes. Otherwise his expression stayed perfectly composed. "I said: The shower tried to kill me."

Omi shot Yohji a questioning look. `How could a shower possibly be trying to kill somebody?´ Yohji just shook his head. `Probably he slipped ?`

"Ne, Yohji-kun… ?

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When Aya had finally finished closing down the shop for the night, a strange sight greeted him when he entered the kitchen. Not the usual one, mind you , but a different, even stranger one.

Ken was cooking, Yohji and Omi were discussing something and a strange kid -the injured boy they had brought home a couple of days before- was watching them with a slightly amused look on his face.

Ken was first to notice him.

"Hey Aya! Perfect timing. The food will be ready every minute now." the cheery greeting came. Aya looked shortly at the still discussing couple at kitchen table who didn't seem to take notice from them and rose one eyebrow. Ken followed his look and grinned sheepishly. "Well, you see, Aya, we were a little worried ´cause he took so long and when he came down Yohji noticed that he had injured his back, but he said that the shower had tried to kill him and … so…" Another fine red eyebrow joined the first one. `The shower has tried to kill him? Don't tell me that Omi and Yohji are discussing over how a shower could kill somebody.` Exactly that was what they were doing.

Aya stifled a sigh. `Are the totally nuts?` Then he registered something else. `He? Haven't they asked for his name yet?` He sat down next to the boy, startling his team mates. They looked up from their conversation to look at Aya.

"Aya -kun! I didn't know you were there. When did you come?" Omi chirped. "Quite a while before. He was watching you guys and your little conversation." Ken answered from the counter, mixing a few moments with a few minutes. "Oh, really?" Yohji drawled "and you just eavesdropped at that chance, ne Aya-chan?"

Aya didn't deign a look at Yohji, least answer his question.

"Who are you?" His voice was as monotonous as ever, not giving a single hint of his thoughts.

Noticing the doubtful look the boy was giving Aya, Yohji added. "It's okay. Don't mind his manners, he doesn't have one. This is Fujumiya Aya." Obviously he was still in the mood for teasing (and risking his life, in Aya´s case). Aya just glared at him. Immediately the blonde backed down, waving his hand in played defeat. "Hey, come on Aya. Don't you have a sense of humour?" Like it seemed he didn't. Yohji sighed and leaned back in his chair. "So?"

" . . . . ."

The boy looked suddenly down, evading their eyes. Slowly the silence was growing awkward.

"Um, you do understand Japanese, don't you?" Omi asked after a while.

The boy glanced up, meeting their eyes for an instant. "Aa."

"So? Speak up, boyya. How's your name?" Yohji probed. The other one was still evading their eyes, his answer coming out as a hesitant whisper. "I…I don't…know. I can't remember"

Shocked silence followed this statement. After all it was Omi who found his voice first.

"You …really? You don't remember it?" The other one shook his head numbly. "And how about you landed in these strings?" "Mmm-Mmm"

"And your past?" Yohji´s detective instincts had kicked in.

"Sorrowfully no."

"You don't look like you're very sad about it."

The boy looked up at this, his face clouded. "Yeah, I know. But somehow I have the feeling that it's better that I've forgotten something." Yohji thought over that. "Hmm…What's the last thing you can remember?"

The boy blinked. "The last thing I can remember…?" He closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again there was a strange faraway look in them. "Blood… lots of blood. .. threads like a spider web… I was caught in them … there were also other people

…one woman, I think …couldn't see the others, but they were there… I know it…they're dangerous…pain…-" He looked up "That's all I know."

The four exchanged looks. Obviously they were thinking the same. ´Amnesia?´ Surprisingly enough it was Ken who spoke first, announcing that the dinner was ready. Fife damping plates were placed in front of them and soon they were eating in silence, everyone busy with his own thoughts.

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The food was quite good despite the many times Siberian was distracted.

Internally Crawford had been crossing all of his fingers when he'd told Weiß about his `amnesia´. He'd come to the decision that it would be easier to pretend having lost his memory than to think of a complicated story. Also, as a former private detective Balinese would probably have found errors in it. O yeah, Crawford was knowing very well of past of each Weiß member. With his gift and Schuldig in his team he didn't have much of a choice. Still, Kudou had given him quite a shock with his exclamation. `For one instant I've really thought they got me…´

He looked up when he felt an intense glare resting on him. Abyssinian. Of course it was him who was staring now openly at him, his face expressionless like always. `Why do I somehow have the feeling that he doesn't believes me?´

Crawford met his glare solemnly, not willing to give anything away, less to retreat.

It came first to his mind that doing this was a little suspect when Balinese made a joking comment about their glaring contest.

Silence settled once more over them when everybody seemed to search for the right words to say. Then Yohji startled everyone with crying loud out. "I have it!" Everyone looked at him.

"What do you have Yohji-kun?"

Kudou gave them a complacent grin. "Omi, you said that he was speaking English first..?" Both youths nodded hesitantly. "That means that he has to come from America or some other English speaking country."

"Hai."

"Sounds right."

" . . ."

"So why don't we call him Brad?"

Crawford sweatdropped. Everyone else facefaulted.

"Yohji-kun..."

Yohji gave them a smug grin. "Well, that way we definitely won't forget him. Or has anyone any better ideas?"

"Well..."

"Ehm..."

"Hn."

Yohji grinned. "Alright then! Any problems with that?"

"Eh ... No." Crawford answered, still dazed. `Someone out there really hates me.` He was beginning to get a headache.

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`Brad´ had excused himself quickly after that, declaring of being tired. The four members of Weiß were still gathered at the kitchen table, discussing what to do.

"Well, we've given him a name. That means that we are going to keep him, ne?"

"Ken-kun. He's not a stray kitten which you can keep or give away." Omi reprimanded. Yohji smirked again. "But Kenken´s right. We HAVE given him a name. And it's pretty clear that we won't send him on the street again."

"U-hum, that was clear after we've brought him here."

"Yohji, why in the world have you named him like that? Calling him after the Oracle."

Yohji´s grin widened even more. "Well, he might be American and we've already settled that he's resembling him a lot. Just younger and without glasses. So why not? That way we won't forget about him." Noticing the still scowling Aya, he added. "Oh, come on Aya! He's just a kid. What damage can he do?! We'll just have to watch what we are saying when he's close. And otherwise he's not the real one! Tough it´d be pretty useful if we would have our own pocket-sized oracle."

Omi blinked. Aya appeared even more thoughtful than before. "Aya-kun, you seem distracted. Something's bothering you?"

"You don't believe him, don't you?"

"Hn."

"Hm, I think I believe him."

"Yeah, I too. What do you think Omi? As an expert with such cases, I mean."

Omi shrugged. "Well, I think I believe him. He didn't look like it now, but he was really scared before." "Yeah, I noticed that too." Ken inquired. Yohji grinned lazily. "Don´t bother, Kenken. I'd also be pretty disturbed if I woke up and you'd be the first thing I see." He teased. Ken shot him a glare. "Yohji! Finally stop teasing Ken-kun." The taller blonde grinned lazily "Alright, alright. Whatever you want, bishonen." Then he suddenly changed to seriousness. "But the real question is: Do we tell Manx now, or not?"

Omi blinked at him. That hadn't been expected. "Tell Manx? Didn't you yourself say that it would be better if she doesn't know about this?" Every trace of something else than seriousness had vanished from Yohji´s face by now. "Yeah, I said that. But this amnesia-story is changing everything. We'll have to find out if he's telling us the truth or not. He might be a mere runaway, but he could also be involved with a slave trade or child prostitution ring, or something even worse. From the way he'd been tied up when we found him I'd say someone wanted to get rid of him. And probably still is." Omi grinned half-heartedly. "Alright. I got it. I'll check out if I can find anything about him or similar missed cases in the computer."

Yohji grinned again. "That's a good boy." He ruffled the shorter blondes hair and excused himself, telling something about having a date to attend to.

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Crawford was woken up when something heavy impacted with the mattress.

His headache had grown worse and so he'd gone to sleep earlier than expected. To his surprised he'd quickly fallen asleep then. ´I must've been injured worse than I'd thought first.´ In his sleep-dazed state, his first instinct was to kick Schuldig for trying to sneak into his bed again. Then something came to his mind. He wasn't in his room, in the headquarter of Schwarz. He was in a room of the headquarter of Weiß!

And somebody was lying right next to him.

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End Chapter 3

Well, that was it.

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