kinkfest | Cynical (Weiss Kreuz, Yohji/Schuldich, PG)

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Title: Cynical
Author:

misura
Rating: PG for soapland
Warnings: None.
Summary: Yohji still had more illusions about Schuldich than Schuldich had about Yohji.
A/N: A drabblet.

"What," Yohji hissed furiously, "are you doing here? You promised me you wouldn't interfere with my job, you lousy bastard! And what's with the clothes? They're even worse than mine!"

"Coming from you, I'm not sure if that isn't actually a compliment." Schuldich grinned. "As to what I'm doing here: my job. Simple as that."

Yohji cursed. "So much for your promise. I should have known ... "

Schuldich sighed. "Look, relax, will you? This is my other job - one that, I might say, I'm at least as good at as my normal one. Pays better, too."

"What?" Yohji blinked.

"You wouldn't believe how little they pay me for hanging around Takatori all day," Schuldich said. "It's okay for the others, I guess - Brad's a genius at playing the stock-market so he's rich already, Nagi's still just a kid and all Farfarello ever wants to buy is a new knife every now and then. They don't complain, so I can't either - well, not with any hope of getting anywhere, anyway."

"That's ... that's just wrong," Yohji sputtered.

Schuldich offered him a wry smile. "No need to tell me; I already know. Cigarette?"

Yohji accepted the cigarette. "I don't suppose it occured to you that maybe I'd like to know?" he said.

"What?" Schuldich eyed him sideways. "Don't tell me you're one of those guys who can't handle their boyfriends making some extra money by selling their bodies."

"Is that what you do here?" Yohji pocketed his lighter and took a drag of his cigarette.

"Look," said Schuldich, "do you ever hear me bitching about you treating me like some dirty secret you don't want anyone else to find out about? My point being, if you want to be righteous, go and do it somewhere else."

"Yes," said Yohji, "well ... I'm sorry." It was an apology and expression of unasked for sympathy rolled into one. Schuldich sighed and wished Crawford would tell him when these sorts of things were going to happen to him - but then, given that Yohji was as much Schuldich's dirty secret as he was Yohji's, it was hardly surprising that he hadn't. Might as well ask for the moon, while he was at it.

"Don't worry about it," Schuldich said. "Hey, want to get a room after you've killed this guy? I'll give you a discount, and I won't even knock you over the head and steal your money or anything like that."