Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ New Beginnings ❯ Sleeping Beauty ( Chapter 4 )

New Beginnings: Ch.4

by Shakaku

Disclaimer: This stuff isn't mine. *softly crying*

Author's note: Nothing much to say about this one…err…read? C&C much appreciated ^_^

Italics are personal thoughts.

{Italics and Brackets} are telepathic.

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Yohji narrowed his eyes, trying to see through the darkness. All of this seemed so strange…he couldn't remember how he'd ended up in this lonely place. And where exactly was he? He felt around with his foot, relaxing slightly as it settled upon solid ground. Soft light spread from the spot, creating an illuminated pathway into the blackness. The gentle light was soothing, like an old friend. It embraced his soul, and he felt inclined to see where it led. Time stood still as his feet soundlessly met the pathway, and with each step his body grew warmer. Suddenly, a twinkle to the left caught his eye. He swung his head for a better view, zoning in on the small sparkle in the distance. It called softly, and he smiled. Was this what he was searching for? Yes… He took his foot off the path, and was immediately filled with sadness…and cold. It was so cold. But that small sparkle…he had to reach it.

"Yohji… Yohji…"

"Yohji!"

Yohji jerked awake, toppling backwards out of his chair. Ken's angry face filled his sights.

"Sleeping on the job again, I see," Ken scolded, hands on his hips as he stared down his groggy teammate. Yohji blinked, clearing his head of the strange dream. Tiny rays of sun were winding their way through the dark curtains, reminding Balinese of the oncoming day. A day he might (hopefully) be sleeping through.

When Weiss had arrived at home the night before, they had agreed that each member would take five-hour shifts to keep an eye on the unconscious telepath. That way if Schuldich woke up, one of Weiss could alert the others. Simple enough.

And somehow, blamed severely on his recent bout of bad luck, Yohji had gotten stuck with the first shift. He didn't really understand why, because every several minutes Ken seemed to be charging in to check on him. More often than not, Yohji was sound asleep. And, more often than not, Yohji was right in the middle of that strange dream. Ken, that baka. Always barging in right when his foot left the path. For once, he wanted to reach the damn sparkle! Or at least maybe figure out what it was…

"That's three times and counting. Why don't you walk around or something so you don't doze off?" Ken droned, rolling his eyes.

"Why don't you just take my shift so that I don't have to worry about dozing off?!" Yohji whipped back, using the toppled chair to climb to his feet. He stood a head taller than Ken, but was much too lanky to look threatening.

"It's your responsibility!"

"You're awake anyway!"

"I have more important things to-" Ken paused in mid-sentence, mouth hanging open. His eyes were focused on the bed where Schuldich lay, bound hand and foot to the bedpost by some spare electrical cord they had lying around.

"What is it?" Balinese whispered, forgetting about the argument. His eyes drifted to the sleeping telepath.

"He just…I swear he moved," Ken mumbled, squinting through the early-morning darkness.

"Go get Aya then, baka! If he wakes up, it'll probably take all three of us just to keep him down!" Ken nodded at Yohji's harsh command, and stumbled out the door and down the hall in search of their leader.

Yohji padded softly over to the bed, leaning over to get a better view of the man's face. Whole locks of orange hair were scattered over his features; reminders of Weiss's somewhat heartless methods of tying him up. Yohji brushed these away now, grimacing slightly at the twisted expression on the telepath's unconscious face. The man's lips parted slightly, mouthing syllables in a different language…probably German. After a few seconds of that, he made a strained whimpering sound and fell silent.

Yohji gritted his teeth at the familiar feeling of his mind being broken into…and then stiffened suddenly as the sensations of his dream swelled over him. His legs buckled, pressing him down into the sheets beside the telepath. Vague recollections of teachings…how skin-to-skin contact made the telepathic link stronger…but those weren't his recollections…were they? He was…he was Yohji. Those weren't Yohji's memories.

{My memories}…and then he was being pulled away, feeling much like he had just stepped off of that lighted pathway. Just started on his journey to reach the small dot of light in the distance. He was so lonely…

{So…cold…}

"Yohji? Yohji! For God's sake, say something!" Yohji shivered, trying to fight off the frozen feeling that had settled deep within his limbs. Something slapped him hard across the face, jostling him to attention… That was twice now. Talk about rude awakenings.

"What were you doing?" Balinese froze. The cold feeling inside of him couldn't even begin to compare to the frigid tone now sliding from Aya's mouth.

"I…uh…well, you see…" Yohji struggled to grasp onto the concept of what he'd been trying to do before his legs had given out. He had been trying to do something, right? Yeah, he'd been checking to see whether or not the telepath was conscious, or at least alive. Because he'd wanted to…to…save Omi! Inwardly agreeing that this was probably the best response under the current conditions, Yohji grinned, "I was just making sure that Schuldich hadn't decided to kick the bucket while Ken was fetching you. And then I got all woozy…guess I drank too much last night!" He laughed loudly, scratching the back of his head innocently.

Aya's eyes narrowed dangerously as he surveyed the older man's expression. Yohji winced slightly, but continued to chuckle. After a few minutes of silence and strained laughter on Yohji's part, Aya finally seemed to accept the answer as a truth and turned his stony gaze to the unconscious telepath.

"He isn't awake. I told you to get me when he woke up."

"Well…he moved. I just thought…" Ken stuttered, fidgeting slightly with embarrassment.

"Until he's conscious, I don't give a damn about him." Having that said, Abyssinian turned and exited the room.

"Is it just me, or does our little leader seem a tad more pissy than usual?" Yohji mumbled once Aya was out of earshot.

"I think he's just stressed about the fact that we haven't been able to get in touch with Manx or Birman," Ken muttered, shaking his head dismally.

"Huh?" Yohji blinked. This was news to him. Never before had they not been able to contact Kritiker. Ken shrugged in response, and lifted Yohji's chair back onto its legs. They stood for a moment like that, neither one speaking, before Ken took the seat. He crossed his legs, pulling a book from his jacket. Balinese stood staring at him, feeling somewhat awkward in the guest bedroom.

"Yohji…" Ken's voice sounded annoyed, but his eyes were fixed on the pages in front of him.

"If he wakes up, just call me, OK? I mean, don't hesitate to-"

"Go to sleep, Yohji."