In Five Years by: Van Donovan concept by: Van Donovan and Makkura 23 September 2000 ----------------------------------- The idea behind this fanfic was to put the Weiß and Schwarz characters in positions five years after the end of Weiß, the OVA, CD dramas and offical stories. The twist was to make it funny by making them in situations that were completely opposite how we thought they'd really turn out. It was a lot funnier when we were planning them, but it's almost morbid sad now. Anyway, if you like it, please email me trowa@trowa.com and/or Makkura MakkuraSei@aol.com and let us know. ^_^ Here's part four! Thanks the comments and for reading! Sorry there is no Omi this time. ^^; ----- Schuldich was putting his cloths back on, his face a sheet white and his eyes wide as saucers. Aya was by the door, looking heart broken, angry and confused all at once. "You little bitch!" Schuldich hissed, pulling his foot over the heel and standing up, glaring darts at Aya. Now he wished he -had- read the other sicko's mind. It was totally different to know that he was just pretending to be a woman and not really a woman. He was a lot of things, but he wasn't gay. Especially not with someone as disgusting weird as Fujimiya. Oh no. He'd been tricked and he'd exact his revenge. "It wasn't like I was hiding anything from you!" Aya shouted, his voice still in that unnerving sweet-alto. It make Schuldich's blood run cold now. "What kind of man do you take me for?!" He retorted. Aya bore him down with a cold amethyst glare. "The kind that would seduce his former enemy in women’s clothes." "In a woman's body!" He spat back. "Do you know how much that costs!?" "It's still what I thought!" He screamed and turned his back to him, stalking out of the room and towards the door leading to the safe, sane, outside world. "Some telepathic you are, you pissoff! More like tele-pathetic!" He screamed, his voice dropping more into that deeper snarl that it had had when he'd been all man. "I'll see you suffer for this, Fujimiya!" Schuldich warned, pointing an accusing finger at the pretty redhead with the inflamed face. "I'll see that everything you've built is destroyed and that your life is ruined! I SWEAR it!" Aya froze, teeth clenched together in a savage hatred. Things had been going so well too! How -dare- this bastard turn off him because he wasn't -all- female. Schuldich opened the door, spat on the floor of the threshold into Aya's home and then stalked off, heading for his dingy little car parked down the way. Aya watched him go, then slammed the door shut. "What am I going to do?" He miserably thought. Schuldich could very well ruin him, and then he'd be back where he had started. No, worse, he'd be laughed at and humiliated and on the streets without even Ken to turn to for comfort. Miserably he retreated to his sofa, completely unfulfilled sexually and too pissed and upset to do anything about it. He tucked his legs under him and held himself, sighing miserably. What more could he do other than wait for his world to collapse around him? Dejectedly, he wondered where the rest of the members of Weiß were at that moment. ----- Crawford sat up in the bed, smoking a cigarette contentedly through partially veiled eyes. Youji slumbered beside him nude, curled into a warm ball against his side. He felt uncharacteristically vibrant and happy, and it was all thanks to the honey-blonde man next to him. Waking up this morning, he never would have assumed the day could have turned out like this. He looked at his watch and noticed it was getting close to the time Youji had said his other two children would be getting home, and the last thing he wanted was for the children to find their father in bed with their teacher, although the very thought of it was quite arousing in an adult sort of way. He took another relaxing pull off the cigarette and then mashed it into the night stand and dropped it into the trash can. Youji didn't move and so Crawford had to bend a little and blow into the man's ear. Youji was quite worn out from their little escapade and didn't respond at first. Crawford smirked and took the exposed earlobe into his mouth then, suckling it gently, batting the small hoop earring that also occupied the ear. -That- brought Youji awake, Crawford saw with a smile. "Morning." He breathed into the ear, releasing it. Fortunately, Youji didn't awaken startled and confused as Crawford half had expected him to. Instead the man stretched luxuriously like a cat, letting the sheets dip precariously close to his hips and then suddenly sat bolt up right, butting heads with Crawford. "Sonova--!" Crawford yelped, a hand going to his now injured forehead. Youji swore an apology and then was out of bed, staggering from the blow a bit, seemingly confused. "What the hell're you doin'!?" Crawford shouted, annoyed now. "Did she see us?! What about the kids? Do they know?!" His eyes darted to the clock on his nightstand and he paled. It was seven-thirty. "Shit, they'll be late for school!" He was almost mad as he shouted and started towards his closet, pulling on clothes as he ran. "YOUJI!" Crawford shouted, bounding out of bed behind him. Youji didn't turn or even seem to acknowledge the other man. The damn fool had his days and nights mixed up. "Youji! It's seven at night, man! Calm down!" He grabbed Youji's wrist, jerking the man to him. Youji's green eyes went even wider as he dropped the shirt he was holding and let himself be pulled against the bigger man. The pull turned into an embrace and Crawford instantly felt regretful for yelling at him. "It's okay." He crooned. Youji felt relief flood through him and clung to Crawford like a life support. Thank God the man had had the sense to wake him up before his wife or the kids came home. "Thank you." He breathed, then pulled away and broke into a laugh. "Put some clothes on man, you're embarrassing me." He said, and then zipped his own pants up that he'd pulled on in the heat of the moment. Crawford laughed and went to get dressed himself. He was glad that things had worked out all right in the end, although his head still hurt. "I guess I'll get outta here before your brats get home, eh?" Youji smirked and snaked an arm around the older man's middle. "Oh, won't you stay the night?" He sincerely asked. "The witch won't care, and it'll make the 'brat' on their toes to know their teacher came home to visit. They'll hate it and behave more, I'm sure." Crawford smiled lazily, thinking it over. Tomorrow was no school, so he'd be free in any event. "If you insist . . ." "Oh, I do . . ." The other purred. ----- Ken sat in front of a huge fireplace with a big thick blanket tightly pulled around him, sipping hot spiced tea, waiting for Nagi to come back. As it was, Nagi had just barely finished putting Farfello back into his old padded cage when the phone upstairs rang. He cursed, knowing he had little chance of catching it before the caller hung up, and he didn't trust Ken to get it. "Shit." He breathed and ran up the flight of stairs from the basement trying to get to the nearest shrill phone before whoever it was hung up. "Hello!?" He shouted, pulling the phone off the hook from across the room and pushing the talk button mentally. "Hello? . . . Hello?" Nagi caught up with the phone in a moment, heaving heavily. "Hello?" He repeated, winded. He leaned against the counter to keep from falling over. "Farf? Is that you?" Schuldich. "No, it's Nagi." He dryly said. It was all he could do to keep from hanging up on the damnable German. "Nagi!" He shouted into the phone with a different sort of remembrance. "Where the hell's Farfello!?" He demanded. "Indisposed of. He had a little run in with a former member of Weiß." "The bitch!" Schuldich screamed over the line, and Nagi pulled the phone back from his ear slightly. "How'd she get to him so fast?!" "Whoa, 'she'? What the hell're you talking about?" He asked. He blinked and look- ed up as Ken, still bundled in the blankets and with cup in hand, padded into the kitchen where Nagi stood on the phone. Nagi sheepishly smiled at Ken apologetically. "Huh? You mean someone other than Aya?" Came the nasally voice on the other end. "Yeah, it's Ken." Nagi replied, cautiously. "Ken?" He asked, thinking back to what Aya had said about Ken vanishing over the past few years. She'd -- no, HE'D -- said he was in need of help. Had the guy gone mental and attacked Farfello? "What happened? I need to talk to Farf, I know how to get rid of the bitch running against him!" Nagi blinked. In Farfello's current condition, there was no way he could make Prime Minister. It'd take months of therapy to get him back to normal, and elections were . . . well, Monday. "Schuldich, he's gone. He snapped." There was dead silence on the other line, then . . . "Shit. Well, doesn't matter. If he can just stand there and do what we tell him, Fujimiya'll be kicked out, and he'll win because there are no other candidates." Nagi liked Farfello a lot, but he knew letting the man be Prime Minister was a big mistake. He chewed his lip thoughtfully. "It's hopeless, Schuldich. The final debates are tomorrow, and there is no way he can make the speech, let alone answer the questions." "You're a shit!" Schuldich shouted into the phone and hung up. Nagi had the sinking sensation that he was going to take his little bit of information and apply it him- self. Nagi put the phone away and looked back at Ken. "Sorry about that, you feeling any better?" Ken nodded. "Yeah. 'Lil." "C'mon, then, let's get you to bed. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be an insane day." Nagi said and sighed. Ken nodded, following. --end part four--