I donít own Weiss Kreuz, or Schwarz for that matters, but if you ever consider
selling Schu, give me a call, okay? J ]
Part II: Ran
I groan when one of them settles down on the side of the bed as the other
one brush back my hair while they carry on a hushed conversation in hopes of not
waking me up. No use though, Iíve been awake since they stumbled back into the
room this morning. Aah, might as well get it over with.
"What do you want?" My voice sounds like something crawling out
of a grave, and the whispering stops immediately. It never ceases to amaze me
how stupid they can be. Why not just talk the silent way instead of bothering me
like this? On the other hand, I have come to like the rush of power I feel
whenever I can get them to shut up like that. Unfortunately, theyíre never
quiet for long.
"Waky-waky, kitten!" Just bloody great. Schuís in his
playmood this morning.
"What time is it? And why are you back here?" God, I love the
look on their faces as I glare at them, my eyes probably too bleary and tired to
do any real damage, but one can always try, ne?
"Come on, kitten, time to get to work!" Yohji chime in, a
beaming smile on his face that would have put Omiís to shame. And so like him
to avoid any serious question I might send his way. Schuís as bad, but
thatís one of the things I like about them Ė they always provide enough
amusement for me to keep myself occupied.
I turn over again, contemplating to sleep in for the first time in years.
Today donít seem like my day at all. Not to mention after kicking them out of
bed last night Iím now cold and tired. Yup, today, I just canít win.
"I donít want to get to work today." A puzzled silence follow
before two hands simultaneously feels my forehead and the whispering
conversation is resumed.
"No, donít think he has a feverÖ"
"Canít be the flu, itís too late for thatÖ"
"And no hangoverÖ" Okay, whoever said that was going to pay
for it. I turn around again to glare at them, noticing the way they are both
leering at me.
"Iím fine. I just didnít get enough sleep last night."
Another glare directed their way, and they back off. Feels good to have a
I snuggle down deeper under the covers again, turning my back on them.
They just sit there, probably eyeing each other and trying to decide whether
Iím mad or not. Yohjiís probably trying to persuade Schu to take a peek
inside my head Ė something he knows the telepath wonít do for any amount of
money Ė and therefore I will know who set him up for it. Sometimes, I really
like this powerÖ
"Kitten?" Yohjiís voice is questioning behind my back and I
sigh. I really hate the nicknames they come up with Ė for some reason they
think that the worse, the better, but it wonít do any good to protest. Before
the end of the day, theyíre back to calling me whatever struck them fancy.
"Shut up and get in here, itís colder than hell." I can
almost hear their grins as they crawl back into bed with me Ė Schuís even
minding his cold feet this time Ė and settle down on each side. I feel so safe
and sheltered like this, feelings I seldom let myself indulge in.
It was fun to lead them off on the chase by pretending to play oblivious
to all their advances on me. Iíve known for a long time how they both felt,
but I was even more surprised to discover that I like them both. Donít ask me
why, but since we began working with Schwarz, I just grew closer to Schu than
anyone else Ė except Yohji, of course. That they both leered over me didnít
make things worse. Once I was over the initial shock of having someone think of
me in a sexual way, I talked to Crawford for a bit to try to figure out Schu.
Things work out pretty well, as long as they donít get all possessive
and jealous of me. I usually ignore them when they do, letting them fight it out
on their own. And theyíre both too afraid to anger me to stay mad at each
other for long. As I said Ė I like the power I have here.
Schuís spooning me this time. Usually itís Yohji, but I donít mind.
Either one will do just fine. I lean forward to kiss the blond while I feel Schu
press a small kiss at the back of my neck. God, heís so cold!
"Get your feet away from mine, I donít want frostbite!" Yohji
snaps at him again, and I canít keep back the smile thatís now a mile wide
on my face. I love to hear them
bickering like thisÖ
íWhat do you say we dump Yotan and have some fun?í The voice in my
head is practically drooling Ė as if I couldnít feel the reason in the small
of my back Ė and I think about it for a moment.
íWhat? Send him off to do breakfast?í
íWhy not? KittenÖí I barely hold back a sigh as I snuggle down
deeper under the covers, linking my hand with Yohjiís for a moment. This is
the best time of the day, when we just lie here and donít do anything else
than breathe. I close my eyes again, I want to sleep some more.
íStop calling me that.í I know Iím bitching, but I just canít
Someone press closer to me, and I open my eyes again to watch how Yohji
is inching closer, the intention clear on his face. I smile again, another
ghostly one that barely pass over my face before itís gone. He looks so cute
with his hair all tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep. I extend a hand to
brush back a strand of his golden hair from his face, and he tries to kiss it.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to his lips. Behind me, I hear Schu grumbling
before I turn around to face him. Like children, both want the same set of
affection. Oh, what the hell, it isnít like theyíre forcing me to anything,
I still wonder how it will work out in the end. A relationship consisting
of three counterparts can never last, but Iím determined to enjoy it as long
as it does. One thing íthe tradeí have spent years ingraining in me is that
you take what you have and enjoy it while it lasts. I never understood it until
Aya-chan explained it to me and it was one of the things that made me make up my
decision. I donít know which one of them that would make me happy, so I signed
up for both. And so far, Iíve been happy.
"Ki~itte~en?" Yohjiís voice drawl it out in the most
impossible way and I sigh and try to remember why I let them back into bed. Oh
yes, I was cold.
End of Part II.
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