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Impractical
By Thespian Soldier

 

Impractical

Written by: Thespian Soldier

Disclaimer: WeiB Kreuz belongs to Koyasu Takehito and Project WeiB. ::Sniffles pitifully:: Can't I just have Schuldich?

~*~

Yohji was cold. Yohji was soggy. Yohji was deeply contemplating suicide.

The icy rain that poured down from overhead seemed to fit the lanky playboy's mood perfectly. His wavy brown hair was matted to his scalp and dangled limply in front of blank jade green eyes. Yohji raked a shaking hand through his hair and let out a long sigh. He cast a hollow gaze over the park he had stumbled into more then twenty minutes ago. He had been simply standing in the center of the grassy field, letting the rain soak through his freshly changed clothes. He spared a glance for the bulky watch on his wrist that concealed the deadly garrote wire. He winced as memories from earlier that night flooded back to him.

* Flashback *

Scared eyes glanced frantically around the small metal cell. Tears shone fresh on young dirt smudged cheeks. Even from the view screens in the security room Yohji could feel the terror that radiated from the girls' minds. His stomach clenched when the sudden blaring sounds of alarms made themselves present.

<Balinese, get out of the building now. The target set a time bomb off before Siberian killed him. It's going to blow in six minutes.> Ran's voice was calm despite the obvious desperation of their situation.

<Can't Bombay disarm it? I found the kidnapped girls. I just...>

<Now Balinese!> It was rare that the stoic red head ever yelled.

Yohji swallowed the lump in his throat. <Moving out.>

* * *

Four sets of eyes looked on in complete silence as the large two-story building tumbled down consumed in flames. Dust and bits of concrete mixed with dark black clouds of smoke rolled up from the shattered remains. The explosion had started in the center and reached out to burst through thick glass windows, taking the young hostages with it.

Yohji glanced back at the other three members of his team. Each of them were splattered with the blood of foolish people who had mixed themselves up with WeiB's latest target.

Ran appeared to be sporting a nasty gash in his sword arm and a haunted expression was present in deep violet eyes. Apparently this brought back memories of what had happened to his sister three years ago. He leaned heavily on Ken, the younger brunette wrapping his arms almost protectively around the slightly taller assassin's waist. Ken's chocolate brown eyes held a similar expression to Ran's, if not for the same reason, his love for children was enough. Those two were really hopeless. Omi was a different story all together. Tears leaked from wide crystal blue eyes, mixing with crimson blood to run pink down his face. No doubt the youngest member of WeiB blamed himself for what happened, not being able to disarm the bomb.

Yohji shook his head and simply turned on his heel, walking away from the destruction. Numb. He felt numb.

* End Flashback *

"I can't forget those kids' faces." He closed his eyes and turned his face up to the rain. No matter how long he stood there the blood would never wash away. It was engraved in his soul. "My life is no more then structured chaos..."

"Grim thoughts kitten."

Yohji calmly turned his head to the side to regard the man who had spoken. The German's flame red hair fell in dripping strands about his face, lacking the typical yellow headband that usually kept it out of cool green eyes. For once he didn't wear his cocky smirk but rather a thoughtful frown.

"Go ahead and kill me Schuldich. I won't fight." The tall brunette barked a sardonic laugh.

"I'm not going to kill you Balinese." Schuldich replied solemnly.

"Then what are you doing here Mastermind?" Yohji was sure to put extra emphasis on the taller man's code name. "Schwartz has been out to kill WeiB since the day we met. I'm not foolish enough to believe that you just happened to wander in here out of morbid curiosity. You must have some reason for being here."

"If I had come here with the intention of killing you I could have done so ten times over by now. Don't underestimate me. You've made that mistake in the past, as I recall."

Yohji snorted in response.

Schuldich continued unperturbed, "I'll let you in on a little secret..." The corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk this time, though it only remained briefly.

"I don't care about your "little secret" Schwartz!" The brunette assassin hissed vehemently. "If you're not here to kill me then go away and let me mourn in peace."

"I know you're curious." The telepath tapped his head lightly.

Yohji snapped his posture rigid. "Stay out of my head!"

Schuldich chuckled softly.

"Fine you sadistic bastard, what's this "little secret" you're so proud of?" Jade eyes glared coldly at the Schwartz member.

Again Schuldich let a light chuckle escape his lips. He lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "We don't really want you dead, WeiB. You truly do underestimate us. We wanted Estet out of our hair and you simply helped us achieve that goal. Like I said earlier. If we wanted you dead you would be. So, you see, I'm not here to kill you, and I really was just passing by." The German's smirk only increased at the incredulous look Yohji gave him.

"You expect me to believe that?"

*Believe what you will.* With that the red head stepped forward and snagged the collar of Yohji's shirt, pulling him into a rough kiss.

Completely caught off guard the brunette fought to yank his shirt free. He stepped back from Schuldich with wide eyes. "W-what the hell was that for?!" His voice shook with barely contained rage.

Schuldich merely shrugged and turned on his heel, strolling calmly from the park, the rain still pounding down from above.

Yohji just stared after him. As odd and unsettling as it seemed, he didn't feel so depressed anymore. "Bastard." He muttered under his breath at the retreating red head.

*Just guilty.*

~ Owari ~

Lament of a starving author: Urhm...sorry for the crappiness of this story but it was just a block breaker for my chapter fic "Kitty in the Corner". Tell me if you like it, maybe I'll write a sequel or maybe Ran and Ken's thoughts on the mission. Review, review, review! I wanna know? Should I add more to it or not?

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ThespianSoldier or Weiss Siberian04

 

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