Weiss Kreuz/Saiyuki, scene change
I promise today will have action. Really. XD ... but keeping track of what four or more people are doing at any given moment is hard. D:
Part 1, Part 2.
There was something different about the hotel the next morning. Most notably, it was no longer there.
Schuldig blinked up at the blindingly blue sky and overhanging leaves, and decided: This was it. This was his personal limit of unexplainable random shit happening that was not caused by himself or one of the other members of Schwartz, and it was now officially somebody else's problem, because he was going back to sleep until it was fixed.
He reached up to pull his sunglasses down over his eyes, and realized he had left them on the nightstand with the dragon. This led to a further, worse realization; he closed his eyes again and said, "Someone tell me we still have our clothes. All of us."
"Yes," Nagi said, from somewhere to his left. "I didn't think you were that shy..."
"Oh, I'm not. Nothing to be shy about here," Schuldig said, opening his eyes and propping himself up on his elbows to have a look around. "But if there's one sight I never want to wake up to in the morning, it's a bunch of pasty naked men like you lot."
"Pig," said Nagi, and threw over Schuldig's retailored suit, which had been turned into a strange short-sleeved jacket ensemble. Schuldig discarded his towel-robe and pulled it on, wriggling a bit to get into the pants - Farfarello always took in the seams too much, but it was still better than anything the rest of them could do - and took a good look at their new surroundings. Clear sky, clean air, grassy glade, trees all around, Farfarello torturing a squirrel, birdcalls, buzzing insects, barely a thought in the aether; wherever this place was, it sure as hell wasn't Nagoya...
His sunglasses dropped into his lap. "Kyu kyuu!"
"Thanks," said Schuldig.
A sudden spike of fear and aggression was all their warning before a young woman burst into the clearing, terrified and out of breath; Schuldig had barely begun to grin when five men with long pointed ears and oddly colored skin broke through the undergrowth as well. The girl found enough breath to scream, but Schuldig caught her before she could make a break for it. "What's the rush, Liebchen? We can all talk this out like civilized men, I'm sure..."
"Hey, that's our meat!"
"Or possibly not," said Crawford. "Tell me, Schuldig, do they mean -"
"Eating her, yes." Schuldig frowned and rolled their minds around on his mental tongue. Honey, yes, but there was that strange other flavor, like the dragon's mind, that he couldn't put his finger on... "Is your life usually so exciting, Liebchen, or is this something special for our arrival?"
"N-no - the youkai - I was looking for herbs, I didn't realize there were youkai here, it's been safe in this part of the woods till now -"
There was a bite mark on her shoulder; no play-bite mark, either, but ragged and bleeding freely onto Schuldig's jacket. Plain white wasn't his color anyway.
"Youkai?" Nagi said.
"Screw this," said one of the pointy-eared men, who had grey skin and a rather garish maroon tattoo on one cheek. "Hand over the girl and maybe we won't make you dinner, eh?"
"Wouldn't that be a waste of a lovely young lady?" Schuldig said.
Farfarello was getting a look in his eye; Crawford stepped in front of him and said, "Gentlemen, I'm sure we can resolve things without a lot of troublesome bloodshed..."
"Why?" said Farfarello.
"What the hell, don't you know anything?" said another of the so-called youkai. "These bastards must be foreigners, look at 'em..."
As one, Schwartz bristled.
"We were going to play nice," Schuldig said. "New territory and all that. But hey, if that's really how you want it -"
"- we'll be happy to oblige," said Crawford. "You'll be taking care of the young woman, I trust?"
"There's only five of them, we don't want to be unfair. Tell me, Liebchen, is your name as lovely as you are?"
"Um - it's Miwan..."
"Oh for - just get them already!" the grey-skinned man yelled, and the other four youkai charged in.
Nagi flung out a hand and threw the leading one into a tree. That gave the rest a moment's pause, which was all the time they needed for Crawford to step out of Farfarello's way, and for Farfarello to let out a ululating battle cry (Schuldig didn't remember who had let the impressionable lunatic watch that Xena marathon, but they all regretted it equally in the end) and attack. Schuldig covered Miwan's eyes; there were some things not fit for a young lady to see.
Crawford had the pistol from the glove compartment trained on maroon-tattoo while Farfarello worked; the youkai's face was losing more tone by the second, though the blood splatters did play up the contrast. The one thrown into the tree tried to make a break past the fighting, towards Schuldig and the girl; Schuldig grinned, said, "You really don't want to do that," and gave the youkai's mind a twist somewhere around the vital-functions area. He collapsed. Inelegant, but hey, it couldn't all be elaborate deceptions and subtle mind-games; sometimes you just needed someone to drop dead.
"Y-you - you can't -" the grey one said. "Who the hell are you?"
"What does it matter to you?" said Crawford, and pulled the trigger.
It clicked.
"Kyu! Kyuuu kyu kyuu!"
"Thanks for mentioning that earlier! Where are we supposed to find bullets in the middle of the fucking forest?"
The youkai's color began to come back. "Ha! Tried to hold me back with an empty gun, eh? I'll show you what I think of -"
Nagi snapped his fingers, and abruptly the youkai was flat on the ground, as if the gravity had been turned up to something well beyond earth-normal.
"I can take care of 'im," said Farfarello, who was seated on top of the bodies of the other three youkai and bleeding from several sets of clawmarks.
"Perhaps we should keep him," Crawford said thoughtfully. "For - cultural inquiries."
"After all, we are foreigners," said Nagi.
"We're entirely unversed in your ways," Schuldig said. "And very curious."
"Mmmgfmffgrghmm," said the youkai through a mouthful of grass and dirt.
"Sorry! Wrong answer," said Schuldig.
Nagi had quite the mental arm; as he watched maroon-tattoo soar out of sight over the treetops, Schuldig reflected on what a shame it was the brat wasn't interested in baseball. He'd make a fine hitter if he didn't mind cheating... But there were more pressing matters, as Crawford liked to say; he turned his most dazzling smile on the girl in his arms and said, "So, lovely Miwan - where can we buy you a drink?"
Haha sleep now WRITING IS ADDICTIVE. Critiques welcome! Even if it's just for fun I'll probably collect everything up some weekend and edit. *compulsive editor*
Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, and all characters/situations thereof © creators. Saiyuki, its characters, situations, etc. also © creators. Any other anime, manga, novels, and etc. mentioned or quoted © their creators as well. Basically, NOT MY CHARACTERS, just playing with others' for fun and no profit.
Part 1, Part 2.
There was something different about the hotel the next morning. Most notably, it was no longer there.
Schuldig blinked up at the blindingly blue sky and overhanging leaves, and decided: This was it. This was his personal limit of unexplainable random shit happening that was not caused by himself or one of the other members of Schwartz, and it was now officially somebody else's problem, because he was going back to sleep until it was fixed.
He reached up to pull his sunglasses down over his eyes, and realized he had left them on the nightstand with the dragon. This led to a further, worse realization; he closed his eyes again and said, "Someone tell me we still have our clothes. All of us."
"Yes," Nagi said, from somewhere to his left. "I didn't think you were that shy..."
"Oh, I'm not. Nothing to be shy about here," Schuldig said, opening his eyes and propping himself up on his elbows to have a look around. "But if there's one sight I never want to wake up to in the morning, it's a bunch of pasty naked men like you lot."
"Pig," said Nagi, and threw over Schuldig's retailored suit, which had been turned into a strange short-sleeved jacket ensemble. Schuldig discarded his towel-robe and pulled it on, wriggling a bit to get into the pants - Farfarello always took in the seams too much, but it was still better than anything the rest of them could do - and took a good look at their new surroundings. Clear sky, clean air, grassy glade, trees all around, Farfarello torturing a squirrel, birdcalls, buzzing insects, barely a thought in the aether; wherever this place was, it sure as hell wasn't Nagoya...
His sunglasses dropped into his lap. "Kyu kyuu!"
"Thanks," said Schuldig.
A sudden spike of fear and aggression was all their warning before a young woman burst into the clearing, terrified and out of breath; Schuldig had barely begun to grin when five men with long pointed ears and oddly colored skin broke through the undergrowth as well. The girl found enough breath to scream, but Schuldig caught her before she could make a break for it. "What's the rush, Liebchen? We can all talk this out like civilized men, I'm sure..."
"Hey, that's our meat!"
"Or possibly not," said Crawford. "Tell me, Schuldig, do they mean -"
"Eating her, yes." Schuldig frowned and rolled their minds around on his mental tongue. Honey, yes, but there was that strange other flavor, like the dragon's mind, that he couldn't put his finger on... "Is your life usually so exciting, Liebchen, or is this something special for our arrival?"
"N-no - the youkai - I was looking for herbs, I didn't realize there were youkai here, it's been safe in this part of the woods till now -"
There was a bite mark on her shoulder; no play-bite mark, either, but ragged and bleeding freely onto Schuldig's jacket. Plain white wasn't his color anyway.
"Youkai?" Nagi said.
"Screw this," said one of the pointy-eared men, who had grey skin and a rather garish maroon tattoo on one cheek. "Hand over the girl and maybe we won't make you dinner, eh?"
"Wouldn't that be a waste of a lovely young lady?" Schuldig said.
Farfarello was getting a look in his eye; Crawford stepped in front of him and said, "Gentlemen, I'm sure we can resolve things without a lot of troublesome bloodshed..."
"Why?" said Farfarello.
"What the hell, don't you know anything?" said another of the so-called youkai. "These bastards must be foreigners, look at 'em..."
As one, Schwartz bristled.
"We were going to play nice," Schuldig said. "New territory and all that. But hey, if that's really how you want it -"
"- we'll be happy to oblige," said Crawford. "You'll be taking care of the young woman, I trust?"
"There's only five of them, we don't want to be unfair. Tell me, Liebchen, is your name as lovely as you are?"
"Um - it's Miwan..."
"Oh for - just get them already!" the grey-skinned man yelled, and the other four youkai charged in.
Nagi flung out a hand and threw the leading one into a tree. That gave the rest a moment's pause, which was all the time they needed for Crawford to step out of Farfarello's way, and for Farfarello to let out a ululating battle cry (Schuldig didn't remember who had let the impressionable lunatic watch that Xena marathon, but they all regretted it equally in the end) and attack. Schuldig covered Miwan's eyes; there were some things not fit for a young lady to see.
Crawford had the pistol from the glove compartment trained on maroon-tattoo while Farfarello worked; the youkai's face was losing more tone by the second, though the blood splatters did play up the contrast. The one thrown into the tree tried to make a break past the fighting, towards Schuldig and the girl; Schuldig grinned, said, "You really don't want to do that," and gave the youkai's mind a twist somewhere around the vital-functions area. He collapsed. Inelegant, but hey, it couldn't all be elaborate deceptions and subtle mind-games; sometimes you just needed someone to drop dead.
"Y-you - you can't -" the grey one said. "Who the hell are you?"
"What does it matter to you?" said Crawford, and pulled the trigger.
It clicked.
"Kyu! Kyuuu kyu kyuu!"
"Thanks for mentioning that earlier! Where are we supposed to find bullets in the middle of the fucking forest?"
The youkai's color began to come back. "Ha! Tried to hold me back with an empty gun, eh? I'll show you what I think of -"
Nagi snapped his fingers, and abruptly the youkai was flat on the ground, as if the gravity had been turned up to something well beyond earth-normal.
"I can take care of 'im," said Farfarello, who was seated on top of the bodies of the other three youkai and bleeding from several sets of clawmarks.
"Perhaps we should keep him," Crawford said thoughtfully. "For - cultural inquiries."
"After all, we are foreigners," said Nagi.
"We're entirely unversed in your ways," Schuldig said. "And very curious."
"Mmmgfmffgrghmm," said the youkai through a mouthful of grass and dirt.
"Sorry! Wrong answer," said Schuldig.
Nagi had quite the mental arm; as he watched maroon-tattoo soar out of sight over the treetops, Schuldig reflected on what a shame it was the brat wasn't interested in baseball. He'd make a fine hitter if he didn't mind cheating... But there were more pressing matters, as Crawford liked to say; he turned his most dazzling smile on the girl in his arms and said, "So, lovely Miwan - where can we buy you a drink?"
Haha sleep now WRITING IS ADDICTIVE. Critiques welcome! Even if it's just for fun I'll probably collect everything up some weekend and edit. *compulsive editor*
Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, and all characters/situations thereof © creators. Saiyuki, its characters, situations, etc. also © creators. Any other anime, manga, novels, and etc. mentioned or quoted © their creators as well. Basically, NOT MY CHARACTERS, just playing with others' for fun and no profit.