Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Nighteyes ❯ Digital Binge ( Chapter 9 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Chapter 9
Warnings : Revelation of the story's second pairing...
Note : // telepathy

Aya warily looked up from his coffee as Farfello walked across the kitchen and opened the fridge. He couldn't believe he'd agreed to THIS aspect of the plan. 'Move in with Schwartz', Ken says.

"Mourning." The Visored Ex-Weiss member stumbled down the stairs and over towards the fridge. Schuldig trailed behind making a bee-line for the coffee maker. "Farfie, Move."

"You're pleasant." Farfello handed a knife to Ken. "Hold this for a second."

"Hurry up." He reached up to rub his eyes, completely forgetting about his visor. "I haven't eaten yet."

"You're pissy this mourning." Reaching out, Farfello took his knife back, and wandered across the kitchen to sit down next to Aya. Aya nearly jumped out of his seat and ran, but managed to control his revulsion. The one-eyed Irishman calmly held an apple in one hand and a knife in the other. Aya watched in fascinated horror as Farfello proceeded to mutilate the unfortunate piece of fruit.

"Entertained?" Schuldig sank into a chair, placing two cups of Coffee on the table while Ken took the seat next to him, trading his second bowl of cereal for Schuldig's extra cup of coffee.

"Is that some for of morning Routine?" Aya had trouble understanding how Ken had been so thoroughly integrated into Schwartz this quickly. Maybe Schuldig had played with his head...

//I did not!// Schuldig glared without actually talking. //I happen to like Kenken.//

"Stay out of my head."

"Then don't think so loudly." Schuldig laid his head down on the table, looking like he was planning to take a nap. "Kenkitty, why did we get up this early?"

"Crawford told you to." Farfello answered for them, giving up on what was left on what was left of the apple to trace patterns in his flesh with the knife. "And Crawford has you two whipped." Both Ken and Schuldig made indignant noises.

"You're whipped too!"

"I'm insane. I've got excuses." Farfello ignored the blood that dripped down his arm and pooled on the table as he stared at Schuldig and Ken.

"Break it up." Crawford entered, looking fully awake and already dressed.

"We're not fighting!" Schuldig mumbled.

"You will be." Crawford poured himself a cup of coffee. "We need to cover the plan this morning. Where are Omi and Nagi?"

"They were up all night." Ken poked at his bowl of cereal. "They were playing with Nagi's computer.

"Someone go wake them up!"

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The first thing Omi noticed was that he was very warm. The second was that someone had an arm draped over his chest, and that the hair belonging to whoever it was brushing against the back of his neck. The third thing was that it wasn't his bed. Omi jerked upright, ignoring the small 'ooff' that came from the person behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he was... Nagi? Naeo Nagi was a cuddlier? Wait, why was he in Nagi's bed?

"At least you're awake." Aya shoved the door open. "Crawford wants everyone downstairs."

"Already?" Omi groaned, falling backwards and almost nailing Nagi with his elbow.

"Be careful, would ya?" Nagi growled. For the most part, the dark haired boy was still sleeping. "I'm trying to sleep."

"wake him up and get downstairs." Aya commanded, then left the doorway.

"Okay Nagi, it's time to wake up."

"Nuh-uh." The Boy jerked the blanket over his head.

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"Are they awake?" Crawford glared at Aya as he walked into the living room.

"Omi was." A well practiced glare was given in return. "He's waking Nagi up."

"Well, there goes the morning." Falling to one side and taking over most of the couch, including the part Schuldig was sitting on. "Someone wake me when Omi finally gets Nagi up."

"What's that supposed to mean, Ken?" Youji demanded, trying to ignore the Psychopath that was currently poking at the chair he was sitting in with a knife. Farfello's arm was also still bleeding.

"Nagi's a pain in the ass to wake up after he pulls an all night computer binge." Schuldig explained, wiggling until he was comfortably arranged with his feet propped on the Coffee table. "We should be able to nap for awhile before he's up."

"No you won't." Omi wandered in, shoved Ken's legs aside so that he could take one end of the couch. He looked tired, but was smiling anyways. It was Nagi who looked ready to kill something.

"How do you people deal with him in the mornings?" Nagi demanded, shooting a sleepy death glare at the four who made up Weiss.

"Usually make him cook breakfast." Ken yawned, sitting back up and hauling himself off Schuldig's lap. "And ignore him until we're actually awake."

"I envy your ability to ignore that." Nagi gave Youji a telekinetic shove that sent him tumbling out of the chair and onto the floor before he sat down in the unwillingly vacated seat.

"FOUL!"

"Nagi," Farfello's single eye glittered mischievously. "I could make him less happy for you." Omi paled visibly and scooted closer to Ken.


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