One Week

Saturday: Longings

Aya was lying on old, broken bed, still unconcious. Once they had arrived at the old
warehouse, Schuldich made a few calls, using his connections with Estet to have a doctor
come treat Aya. Luckily, the bullet had only grazed his arm, but he'd lost a lot of blood.
The doctor had told him not to worry, that the younger red-head just needed to rest for a
few days and he would recover. The taller German still was worried, pacing back and
forth, watching Aya like a hawk. He watched the pale red-head's unmoving form
carefully, and he was unconciously leaning closer to Aya's soft face. A few beams of
golden light shone through the boarded-up walls, and Schuldich realized that night was
giving way to morning, along with his face hovering just inches above the younger man. 

~Not yet.~

Resisting the urge to kiss him, he pulled up an old chair and sat next to Aya, trying his
hardest to fight sleep.

*****

The Koneko no Sumu Ie hadn't opened yet, and wouldn't open today. The remaining three
members of Weiß were in a frenzy over their missing partner; Dozens of Kritiker agents
were all over Tokyo searching for Aya. Omi had been up all night, ever since they'd
returned from their mision, hacked into countless databases and servers, trying to find
any clues to the whereabouts of their missing partner. It was well into the next day, and
he'd finally passed out on the keyboard. Youji was out searching for clues as well,
checking all his 'underground' connections, while Ken had stayed at the shop with Omi,
helping him in his searching. Walking by the youngest Weiß member, he placed a
blanket over his sleeping form, cursing Schwartz under his breath. 


An intense wave of pain coursed through Aya's arm upon opening his eyes to the morning
sunlight that shined upon his face. Looking around, he realized that he wasn't in his room.
He sat up quickly, earning him more pain running through his injured arm. He glanced
over at his arm, trying to remember what had happened to him. The last thing he could
remember was being at a mission with the others. He was running through the dark,
heading towards someone. An invisible force had thrown him against a window, and he'd
landed painfully on a statue. A gunshot. Red and green. Darkness. Red and green...

"That bastard shot me..." Aya slammed his good arm into the bed, but that only caused
him to wince in pain. Sitting up, he looked around the room, and his eyes went wide with
shock upon seeing the figure slumped forward on a chair, sleeping.
"Schuldig. . ."

As if on cue, the German opened his sleepy green eyes, looking up to meet Aya's furious
gaze. He stretched and sat up, grinning.
"I see you've finally awakened."
Aya sat up and tried to get out of bed. As he stood, the pain hit him hard, and he
crumpled to the floor, cringing. He tried to stand up again, but his legs turned to Jello
under the excrutiating pain. Schuldig gently helped him into the bed once more, Aya
protesting all the while.

"I don't need your damn help!" 

"You're welcome." The German grinned at him once more. 

"You shot me. Twisted bastard..." Aya's voice dripped venom, his gaze hardening.
"It was an accident. I'm sorry." 

Did he acutally expect him to BELIEVE that? Still, Aya thought he'd heard truth in his
voice again...

~Don't belive me, eh? I don't blame you.~

"I TOLD you, stay out of my mind!" 

Schuldig stood up, stretching and dusting his clothes off lightly. Turning, he headed
towards the door.

"I'll be right back."

"You're just gonna leave me here alone? How do you know that I won't try to leave?"

"Heh. In your condition, I'm not worried about that. Try to relax, nah?" 

Aya fumed silently once the German had disappeared. Relax? But once more, the
red-head thought he'd heard compassion in that voice...No. That couldn't be. This WAS
Schuldig, after all. Caring wasn't his style. But then why did he bring him here? 

"Why hasn't he killed me yet...?" It didn't make sense to him. Here he was, injured, and
alone with one of his deadliest enemies. All the odds were in Schuldig's favor, and the
German could've easily killed him, so why hasn't he?? Unless...
Aya sat up quickly, shocked by Schuldig leaning against a wall, grinning at him.
Glancing over, he saw the older red-head holding a large mug.

"Here, have some soup." 

He offered the mug to Aya, who stared at it like he had no idea what it was.

"Ah, I see. You think it's poisoned? I'll drink some to prove that it's not."

Schuldich lifted the large cup of steaming soup to his lips, taking small drinks slowly. His
eyes were half closed, enjoying the feel of warm liquid running down his throat and into
his stomach. After downing a third of the contents, he smacked his lips and passed the
cup onto Aya, who stared at the cup once more before taking a sip.

Aya never would have imagined that chicken noodle soup would be such an aphrodisiac.
He took a few sips, not realizing that he drank from the same place that Schuldich had.
He tried to gulp down the remaining soup to wash the taste of the German off his lips,
only to burn his throat and drop the cup in the process. 

"Was it THAT good?" Schuldich inquired playfully as the younger man gasped for air.
He wondered if Aya had done that on accident, but the end results were amusing. Aya
was becoming more and more attracted the the older red-head, without even realizing it.
Once again, reason shouted at Aya to get as far away as possible, while his emotions tried
to get him to give into his desire. 

~Desire? What am I thinking..?~ 

Looking up, Aya's face blushed hotly, seeing Schuldich grin at him once more. He'd
forgotten that the German was a telepath, and that previous thought wasn't something
he'd wanted to slip. Schuldich bent down and picked up the cup, wiping up the soup with
a towel. 

"T--thank you for your concern..." Aya mangaged to choke out appreciation for the
German's care, although he hated the way his voice sounded so embarassed and weak like
a schoolgirl's. Why did he feel so lightheaded all of a sudden? Was he *enjoying* this?
He wasn't sure if the older man was playing mind games anymore or not...

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you kill me?? We ARE enemies..."

"Be that as it may, I don't want to kill you, or play games either. I care about you."

Aya was completely baffled by the German's response. It just didn't make sense! Why
was he going to all this trouble for him? If this WAS a game, Schuldig was winning; the
pale red-head was starting to BELIEVE him...

"And, it's the least I can do for shooting you." Schuldig laughed softly. Aya couldn't help
but smile at that comment, odd as it was, but his smiling face changed into one of shock
as the older red-head suddenly leaned over him, their face mere inches apart, Schuldig's
brilliant green eyes gazing into him.

"I'll show you how concerned I am."

Schuldig leaned in closer, claiming the younger man's lips in a soft kiss.

Part 7?
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