In Five Years by: Van Donovan concept by: Van Donovan and Makkura 25 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 five! Thanks the comments and for reading! Hope you enjoy the surprise conclusion! ----- It was ten before Youji awoke, and only then because the sun was creeping through his window and disrupting the nice darkness prior. "Was wondering when you'd get up." Came a deep purring voice beside him. Youji felt a warm tingle arc through his body: it had been a long, long time since he'd awoken with someone he -liked- in his bed. He yawned and lolled his head to look at Crawford. Who would have thought he'd end up sleeping with the ex-leader of Schwarz? Times certainly changed. "Sorry; you just wore me out." Crawford laughed and stretched a bit himself. He'd only been up a few minutes more than Youji, and was still snuggled under the covers contentedly. Youji's wife was on the other side of the house in her bedroom, or out and about. In any case, she wasn't an issue and they hadn't even had to deal with her. Youji was talking again, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Well, got any plans for today, Brad?" Crawford chuckled deeply and shrugged. "I'm content just to stay in bed all day." Youji cast an emerald glance his way, smirking deviously. "I say we go out." Crawford chuckled. "What if it's raining? It'd be best to stay inside, where it's safe and dry." Youji laughed. The likelihood that it was raining was slim. As it was, though, he reached over for his remote control to the television set across the room, plan- ning to flip the news on and prove that it was warm, sunny with a low of 10C°. The set came on with a click and Crawford chuckled, setting back down, thinking Youji'd put some soap opera on and they'd simply use it as white noise while they did 'other' things. He was wrong. Youji channel surfed a moment until he stopped on the news. He frowned a little, seeing that were was some special broadcast on, which meant there would be no weather fore- cast. He didn't want to go get a newspaper to check. He was about to flip the set off when Crawford sat up in bed. "Wait, don't change it." Youji looked from his new lover to the set. He blinked, realizing what exactly the 'special broadcast' was about: it was the final debate for elections. Furthermore, Youji realized he recognized both the candidates at the two podiums. One was unmistakably Aya, from Weiß. The podium hid the man's dress, and his long red hair was back in a tight braid, so he seemed to look male to Youji, at first. The other, despite the missing eye-patch, was Farfello, from Schwarz. Youji balked. He was not a politician, and this was his first time seeing either candidate. Crawford took the remote from the stunned Youji, and cranked up the volume. ----- Aya was nervous. Anything else said, was an understatement. He'd made it through the night without his house falling down on him, and his sister had gotten to work just fine when he'd checked up on her, secretively, this morning. He half hoped Schuldich's threat was empty, and thus he'd dressed up and headed to the final debate meet. He was now eyeing his opponent warily. Farfello looked . . . unhappy. The suit he was wearing seemed too tight and he kept fidgeting. Aya just looked away and assumed the Irishman was as nervous as he was, and dismissed things. He smiled demurely at the cameraman and smoothed his skirt out as they prepared to start the questioning. Then, to his horror, he glanced back to Farfello and saw Schuldich beside the Irishman, leaning over to whisper something into the other's ear. So this is it. Aya though. He's going to get me this way. Schuldich caught Aya's eye and wickedly grinned. So it was to be Weiß verses Schwarz all over again. So be it. The spokesperson for the debate finished his opening speech as Schuldich sunk back into the crowd and the cameras focused on Farfello. The Irishman seemed uneasy with all the attention, his glass eye listing to the side, giving him a deranged look. There was a silence while the crowd waited for Farfello to give his opening speech. Farfello broke into a leering smile, and pointed at Aya. The crowd turned their heads to see what he was pointing at. "She's a he." He said, his voice just barely managing to keep from laughing. "Excuse me?" The spokesperson said, blinking, not sure if he'd heard right. Farfello leered again. "Fujimiya Aya is a man!" He shrieked. The crowd gasped. Aya felt a dark cold chill was over him. So his secret was exposed. A brief glance at the people standing behind Farfello revealed a very smug looked Schuldich. He was enraged. The crowd was all now looking at him expectantly. "What's going on here!?" The spokesman said, looking at Aya. "What's he talking about, Fujimiya?" The crowd hushed, waiting for someone to say something. Aya swallowed hard, clenching his fist and blinking back tears. If he wasn't to be Prime Minister, then so be it. He lifted his chin with dignity. He was about to accept the proclamation in honour when the air was pierced with a shrill woman's scream: "He's got a knife!" There was a frantic murmur in the crowd and without warning, and from no place in particular a knife arced from the crowd, apparently thrown by thin air. It flew towards the candidates with deadly accuracy. Aya ducked and the knife struck his podium. There was almost an instant pandemonium, but it was broke by a strange war like cry. "Yiyiyiyiyiyiiiii!!!!" And with that, Farfello, spying the glittering knife, leaped off his dais, flung himself towards Aya's and rushed for that pretty knife. He wanted to see blood shed; Aya's blood. He reached the knife and pulled it out from the wooden podium where it had buried itself several inches. There was screams from the crowd, but the camera kept on Farfello. His face was insane, and he boldly fondled the knife, cutting himself, and then licked it, cutting his tongue. Blood dribbled out of his mouth as he lunged for Aya, who was now privy to the mad man. He cried out in fear and dodged around the podium, trying to keep it between himself and Farfello: his life was now in mortal danger. Schuldich watched aghast, refraining from going out and stopping Farfello. He didn't want to been seen as any sort of influence and he was half hoping that if Farfello had to go and blow his chance as a candidate, he'd at least kill Fujimiya while he was at it. Farfello cried out again as he made a slash that connected, slicing the top of Aya's blouse and revealing his chest. The silicon breasts he always wore flopped out from his bra as the bra string snapped and his manly chest was exposed. He went bright red but still managed to dodge back, avoiding anything more serious than a light cut along his breast. Still, the sight of that trickle of blood on Aya inflamed Farfello, and he kept advancing, his good eye glittering with insanity and passion. ----- Nagi high-five’d Ken as the two watched the scene from their safe spot in a building window above the crowd. Nagi'd been able to throw the knife with his telekinesis powers, so there was no chance they'd be caught. Ken was the one who had suggested they distract Farfello at the debate with it. If Aya couldn't be the prime minister, there was no way that they'd let Farfello. Despite how much Nagi liked Farfello as a friend and confident, the man just wasn't fit for governing people, and this was only fair pay back for their assault on Aya. Ken was laughing like he had years ago and cheering. Nagi himself hadn't smiled and laughed so hard since . . . well, ever. He was in stitches and never thought one could HURT from laughing so much. He almost fell over and would have if Ken hadn't caught him. "Na, Aya looks like he's in trouble." The pretty green eyed brunette said between giggles. Nagi looked down at the red head dodging knife thrusts from Farfello, but didn't move to interact: less than ten feet away was a hoard of police men pushing through the crowd, ready to break the two apart. Aya would be safe. "Look, there are police, he'll be all right." Nagi said, giggling and pulled away from Ken, who hadn't quite let him go when he'd fallen. "We did it Ken!" Ken looked sheepish and more like himself than ever before. "We saved Aya, got rid of Farfello and exposed the truth." He laughed, eyes twinkling at the little twenty-year- old beside him. Then he ruffled Nagi's hair. "You really should've been a good guy." Nagi grimaced and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off as someone in the crowd screamed a war-like cry and leapt onto the stage before the police officers got to Aya and tackled Farfello. Ken staggered, eyes wide and disbelieving. Nagi's jaw dropped, recognizing at once who the new assailant was. "Shit!" Ken looked at Nagi briefly, then back to the crowd. "What? Who is that? Do some- thing Nagi!" He looked terse, and his hands kept clenching and unclenching as if he expected bugnuks to shoot out at any moment. "Omi!" Nagi shouted, and it sounded like a curse. Ken blinked, then looked back out at the two struggling on stage together, with Aya crawling away on his hands and knees. His eyes bugged. ----- Omi had an iron grip on Farfello with one arm whilst the other took a hold of the hand holding the knife and twisted in such a way that Farfello's hand was opened and the knife clattered to the ground. Omi jerked up, pulling Farfello to his feet and kicked the knife away. He held tightly to Farfello, who was now trying to bite the offending person. Omi wrangled him a little and shook the Irishman. "Jei! It's me!" He hissed into the other's ear. Farfello shivered suddenly, and his good eye rolled about and focused on the square face that belonged to his capture. The golden eye widened realizing it was Omi who held him, and he ceased struggling. "Omi!" He breathed, seeming both relieved and shocked at the same time. The former real leader of Weiß loosened his grip on the man a little. The fight seemed to have gone out of Farfello. "How . . . when did you?" Omi smiled, and it was for once remnant of his childhood smile. "I've been out a year now. I didn't think you'd . . . want to affiliate with me anymore, what with running for Prime Minister now, and all . . ." Omi looked away, blue eyes seeming shy and boyish again. "I didn't want to ruin your campaign by letting it be known that you're a convicts' friend." Farfello's mouth hung open in shock, but then his closed it. Omi spoke again: "I guess it doesn't matter, now, does it?" Farfello smiled up at Omi, then, a real, genuine smile. Then the police were upon them. Finally, Farfello spoke: "Shall we be convicted in sin together as well as in confession?" He asked. Omi knew he was talking about the time the two of them had met unexpectedly upon going into a church to confession their sins to a priest. They had talked for a long time before going in and they'd both decided to wait a little longer before confessing. Omi hooked Farfello with a sort of therapy that he himself used: video games. The two became friends before long, and for awhile held the top scores for DDR in all of their prefecture. In the end, Omi had gone back and confessed, and gone to jail. Farfello, apparently, never did and instead got real therapy with Nagi's help. Omi laughed and nodded. He didn't want to go to jail again, but he didn't want to see Farfello sent there either. The madman needed a different sort of therapy. "3rd Mix Kickbox, then?" He said, grinning. Farfello's mouth curled into a smile and he nodded. Then, as the police began to approach more directly, the two broke apart, standing side by side, hopping a little and Omi began to sing: "Ai-i-ai-i-yah, you're my little butterfly." He started, and the two started to dance, performing a routine they'd obviously perfected years ago. It consisted of Omi grabbing Farfello and Farfello spinning around so the younger man's legs stuck out, taking out the cops one-by-one. Meanwhile, the two kept stomping the ground, hitting imaginary arrows. "Green, black and blue make the colours in the sky." As soon as there was a clearing, the two broke apart a bit and hopped off the dais, slipping into the crowd hand in hand and DDR’d their way to safety. The police tried to chase, but the two former assassins were far more skilled and seemed to vanish into thin air. Up on the balcony the two watching there burst into a peel of laughter. ----- Youji and Crawford were dining again together the following morning when the election announcements were made. To everyone's surprise they went on. The two top leading candidates were, of course, disqualified, but there had been a third runner up who had been booted out in prelims due to lack of votes. Now, she was the only candidate in the running, and the votes of course, poured in for her. She won without contest, but it still left Youji, and the rest of Weiß who found out later, flabbergasted. The new prime minister was someone they'd known together for along time and all come to adore in a round about sort of way. Even Crawford remembered her, when Youji reminded him who she was. They'd never known she'd initially gone up for prime minister in the first place, because she'd been so over shadowed by both another woman [who had been young, vibrant and beautiful] and a foreigner running. Now, she was the new prime minister. Her name was only given as: Momoe-san, and she accepted her inauguration sitting in a chair, smiling with a bob-tailed cat in her lap. --Owari--