On the edge
Warnings/notes : very, very AU, Yohji x Omi, Aya x Ken, Crawford x Schuldich, very slight/short Schuldich x Yohji, no Farfarello or Nagi until the end, Schwarz as Bad Guys, slight fluff
Disclaimer : I don't own Weiss Kreuz. This particular Urban Fantasy-setting was created by Mercedes Lackey and described in her (co-authored) novels of the SERRAted edge and Eric Banyon.
written at 30th april 2003, by Misura
[three days later, City Archives]
"Good morning, miss, I wondered if you could tell us something on the Kirei-park." Yohji said, throwing the woman behind the desk a winning smile.
She frowned for a moment, thinking. "Isn't that the park they're going to demolish some time soon? Where they used to have a musical festival each summer?"
"Yes, that's it!" Omi affirmed beaming. "We're here to - "
"To write an article about how much good Crawford-san has done by his projects." Yohji interrupted. "This is my nephew ; he has to write it for the school-newspaper as a special assignment." Omi glared at him, but he chose to ignore that for the moment.
"Ah, yes, I understand." she nodded. "Wait here while I go look some things up ; I'm sure we have something on the park."
"Don't look at me that way." Yohji hissed. "If I told her what you told me she'd never have helped us. Why didn't you say from the start it was *Crawford* you wanted to find incriminating evidence on? I could have told you it'd be as good as impossible."
"But not entirely or we wouldn't be here, would we?" Omi replied, still not looking too happy.
He's so cute, even when he's mad at me.
I guess I should tell him it's hopeless, this search of his but ...
But then he'd leave.
And I might never see him again.
I should feel guilty about leading him on only ... it doesn't do any real harm, does it?
No one *could* help him.
Besides, he's not paying me anything.
"Here I have some articles from newspapers about the park." the woman returned, holding up a few folders. "Would you like to read them here or shall I copy them for you?"
"If you could give us copies, that would be great!" Yohji smiled again.
Omi noticed he did that a lot, especially around females. It annoyed him, even if he knew by now the p.i. didn't mean anything by it. Omi smiled often too of course, only ...
Only it's not the same.
"Someone is interested in the Kirei-park."
He felt cold all of a sudden. "How interested?"
"Enough to go around asking all kind of questions everywhere the past few days."
"Do you have any names?"
"Yohji Kudoh, calls himself a p.i.. The other person claims to be his nephew, we don't know his name. They say it's for a school-newspaper."
"Do you have a physical description of this nephew?"
"Blue eyes, blonde hair, not too tall. One of the clerics described his looks as 'elfin'."
Elf-like? Can it be? I thought they were all lost, but maybe I was mistaken.
Maybe I underestimated them.
"Keep me informed of their activities. For now, I see no need to take any serious action."
"As you say, Crawford-sama."
He was happy. [Wasn't he?]
There was music around him, filling his mind with its sweet voice.
And there was Ken.
He needed nothing else.
He wanted nothing else.
Perfection was here, surrounded by people whose faces he did not see.
Near to the only one whose face he *did* see.
This was all there was. [Wasn't it?]
The phone rang. Omi jumped up, looking around nervously as Yohji already picked up the horn.
It's almost like he has never heard that sound before.
Well, I know my phone is a bit old, but ... he's so jumpy.
It seems to get worse every day too.
"Am I speaking to Yohji Kudoh?"
"Yes, you are. How can I help you?"
"By stopping your investigation to the Kirei-park."
Oh, oh. This sounds bad.
"Who are you? And why should I listen to you?"
"My name, Kudoh-san, is Brad Crawford. I am sure you have heard of me."
Yohji swallowed. "Yes, I have."
"Good. I trust you will follow my advice. Surely you wouldn't want to cause any problems."
'Surely you wouldn't want to get into any problems' is more like what he means.
And he's right ; I don't.
But ... but ... I promised Omi I'd help him.
And we're not doing anything illegal, are we?
Crawford can't do us a thing, can he?
"Yeah, sure." he replied.
Let him take that answer as he wants.
"Excellent. I knew you would be a reasonable person. Have a pleasant day further, Kudoh-san."
The line went dead.
"We're in trouble."
"Oh. Is it bad?"
"What are we going to do about it?"
Well, how about we face the truth and call it quits?
"I don't know yet."
"You're not considering to give up, are you Yohji-kun?"
"What would you do if I were?"
"I'd go on on my own."
I was afraid you'd say that.
"Well, no need for that ; I said I'd help you so I will. Only if Crawford wants to, he can make things very difficult for us. He probably knows where we live already so he can have us followed easily. Perhaps even bug this apartment."
"Couldn't we go somewhere else?"
"No, for two reasons. One : we don't have the money for it. Two : we don't have a car to move my things. And yours. We're stuck here."
"Well," Omi replied hesitatingly, "I do have a car. And I can get money. I think."