“Dream/Nightmare”
by Fantom Fox

Series: Weiss Kreuz
Author’s notes: Warning: YAOI Lemon: I have *no* idea where this came from. Please don’t kill me. As to what are the pairings in this work of randomness? Hells if I know....

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[opening theme: “Piece of Heaven”]

[title screen]

“Dream/Nightmare”

[fade to opening scene]

[The Koneko no Sume Ie is closed up on a not busy day. A few girls pass by and gaze at the store completely unawares of what was going on inside. They keep on their way. The shop always did close at such funny intervals.]

[Inside the shop: Sandy-colored short hair comes into view first. It’s slightly damp with sweat. The scene pans out until we can see Omi.... ::sweatdrops:: in a blue and red sailor fuku....]

[Hidden from view on most sides by counters and carefully placed large plants, Aya lays on his back. His hands are around the waist of the young man straddling his groin. Omi wasn’t looking down at his partner anymore, his head tilted up in the pleasure of their lovemaking. Aya’s head is raised just enough to see the look on Omi’s face as he thrusts inside, reading his expression to know what to do. Aya was nothing if not a responsive lover.]

[Meanwhile: Youji and Ken are getting back from what turned out to be an all day delivery. It’s now approaching dusk. They look at each other then at the closed shop then back to each other. Youji thumbs at the gate, and Ken shrugs.]

Youji: What the hell are they doing in there, closing up so early?

[Ken pulls out the keys and sets on the locks.]

[Inside: Aya shoots an angry look at the door rattling. Omi calms himself down slightly and casts a desperate look at the door, willing the two to go away. He whimpers slightly as Aya pulls him forward and off, ending in Omi on his hands and knees over the redhead. Aya bats at the bow a little. Omi looks up at the door again, grasping desperately for an explanation for his teammates. When he looks back down, Aya is somehow *completely*gone* from under him. Omi looks up to se ethe door to the stock room swinging the rest of the way shut. He scrambles to his feet and jumps through the door just as Youji and Ken get the front door open.]

[Youji sees a flash of red just as the stock room door swings shut. He turns to Ken.]

Youji: I’m going to see where the slackers disappeared to.

Ken: ::nodding:: I’ll keep the shop open just a little longer since we don’t know how long we were closed today.

Youji: Good thinking.

[Ken makes himself busy in the store, while Youji disappears into the stock room, following the red. He looks around and sees nothing. For a few seconds, Youji just stands next to the closed door and watches for more signs of movement. A small rustling and a brief flash or red catches his eyes in the far corner of the room. He makes his way over there silently, hoping to sneak up on the person hiding. Youji sees the faint shadow of the top of a head, the body it belonged to bent over. In a moment of catlike swiftness and grace, Youji makes his attack, swooping in to claim a deep kiss from his victim. Youji’s eyen widen, and he pulls away with a gasp.]

[Omi is blushing furiously. He had just gotten his shorts back on when Youji came at him, still wearing the fuku over them.]

Omi: You-nii....

[Youji puts a hand to his mouth and looks Omi up and down several time., color starting to redden his own face.]

[Meanwhile: Aya slips out of the stock room once Youji passes him, not bothering to warn his that it’s Omi in the corner and not him. Aya hoped Youji would look this time before doing anything, but sometimes Youji was just sloppy and probably wouldn’t bother with introductions. Aya slides the door shut behind him and looks up nearly straight into the back of a head of brown hair. Ken turns and comes nearly nose to nose with the crouched redhead. They stare at each other for a few seconds. Ken does not fail to notice Aya‘s state through his tight leather pants.]

[A few seconds later: Ken has Aya up against the nearest wall, kissing passionately. Aya’s eye frown at the positioning and flips them, pressing their bodies up against the wall and full against each other with the motion. Ken bucks a little under Aya’s weight, having not often felt this sensation and anxious after spending all day with the other brunette. Aya pulls away abruptly, holding him against the wall by his shoulders. Both are breathing heavily.]

[The stock room door opens just then, and Youji exits, still looking quite embarrassed. He eyes Aya and Ken carefully through slits of green. Aya releases Ken with a shrug, and Ken does everything he can to not drop his jaw. Wandering to the front of the store, Aya seemingly absently pulls his shirt down a little more, gazing at the people passing by outside. The three assassins then turn to look at each other in silence. A very loud silence.]

[Silence that was broken by the sound of the door opening. Immediately, there was a gun to the back of Aya’s neck that he never saw coming. Without turning he knew who it belonged to. Youji grabs his watch, and Ken reaches for his pocket then freeze at a sounds of a second gun chambering a round. The gun at Aya’s neck begins to slide down his neck until just inside his shirt collar.]

Youji: What is it you want, Schwarz?!

[Crawford bends down to lick softly at Aya’s pale neck.]

Crawford: Just come for your fearless leader. The rest of you can live.

[Aya spins around in a blur at swing at Crawford with the knife he somehow retrieved from it’s hiding place in his belt. His attack is stopped by an arm covered in a green sleeve. The quickness of the block confuses Aya for just a moment before he looks up. Schuldig grins at him.]

[Youji and Ken look on, not quite sure what’s happening to know what to do.]

Schuldig: Miss me?

[Schuldig pulls Aya away from Crawford and into his body. He tilts Aya’s head back with his cocked gun and kisses him, softly but at gunpoint. Aya’s eyes flutter but don’t shut. He feels something brush against his leg. Schuldig allows Aya to pull away so he can see.]

[Nagi stands in front of the two redheads, staring back at the stockroom door. In it, Omi is standing, still in the fuku’s shirt. Nagi begins to tear up then pushes past his teammates and out the door.]

Omi: Nagi! Wait!

[Omi runs after him, ignore the two men with guns blocking his way and just pushing through them. All the other assassins stare after them, mostly in confusion, except for Schuldig, who of course knew it all along. Aya looks up at him, into his eyes, then around at the others in the room. He stops and ponders the situation.]

[Aya blinks.]

Aya: What the HELL?!

[::poof:: fade out ]

[Real time: Aya sits bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat. He’s breathing heavily, eyes wide. Aya glances around desperately. A soft, warm arm touches his leg, and he jumps.]

Youji: ‘wuz wrong.. Aya?

Aya: Nothing. Just a dream. (thinks: Or a nightmare. What the hell was that?)

[Youji reaches up and pulls none too gently on Aya’s ear tail.]

Youji: ...down.... early shift ‘morrow....

[Aya smiles down at him and curls back up against him. He hopes that the dream won’t continue if he closes his eyes again. He breathes in the scent of his lover’s hair, shampoo covering up most of the cigarette smell. Ays’s eyes slide shut, drifting back off.]

[fade to black]

[ending theme: It’s Too Late]