Tactics Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ untitled ❯ die treffen -the meeting ( Chapter 1 )

1) Die Treffen

(The Meeting)

“Farfarello, where are you going?” Crawford asked from behind his newspaper, not bothering to look up at the white-haired man. Farfarello hadn't even stood up yet. /damn precog…/ he thought savagely.

“Out.” He replied quietly, standing up silently.

“Where?” Farfarello bet the American already knew what he was going to say, but he said it anyway. “For a walk.”

“Don't kill anyone.” Crawford told him, ignoring Schuldig's snort.

“I'll try not to.” Schuldig snorted again, trying- and failing- to stop his laughter.

After the front door closed, Crawford sat his newspaper down and stared at the laughing German. “…”

“I'm going, I'm going. Scheisse.” Schuldig said getting up from the couch and heading out the door to follow the pale Irishman.

~*~

Why are you following me, Guilty One?

Schuldig cursed quietly. Sometimes you're too perceptive for your own good, you know that, Farfarello? His mental voice was amused.

I've been told that, ja. The German blinked at the use of his native tongue, then smirked.

Ja? Bei wer? He asked.

The Oracle. Schuldig frowned. Farfarello was distracted, he knew. He just didn't know by what. He rounded the corner and stopped. /Well. That would explain it. / He thought absently.

The first thing Schuldig saw was black feathers -wings. The next thing was the creature they were attached to. It looked like a human except it had fangs, three-inch nails, and -of course- the wings… and it was obviously insane because it was getting ready to fight Farfarello.

The Irishman already had one of his knives out and was licking the blade thoughtfully.

“What the hell is that thing?” Schuldig asked quietly, not really expecting an answer.

The things looked at him, it's eyes a unique purple color that reminded him of someone that annoyed him greatly, he just couldn't think of their name at that moment.

“'That thing' is your death!” it told him.

Schuldig couldn't help but laugh. Really? He asked it. He laughed again at its shocked expression.

“Haruka!” a boy ran up to the winged creature and grabbed its arm at the same moment the Farfarello charged.

`Haruka' pushed the boy out of the way and caught Farfarello's arm, surprising the two Schwarz members.

“Yamero, Haruka!” The boy yelled. Haruka froze, his face twisted as if he were fighting with himself. “Haruka let him go.” The boy told him.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you..” Schuldig told him, taking a few steps closer. “No one has ever caught the Berserker like your creature just did. He might be a little… angry. Right Farf?” Farfarello just grinned, his thoughts tinged red- redder than normal- definitely not a good thing.

“Slowly, Haruka.” The boy told him. Schuldig smiled grimly. The boy reminded him of Nagi during a mission- his eyes, at least. They were cold now, like the Prodigy's.

Speaking of Prodigy- Nagi, what are you doing here? Nagi looked at him calmly. “Crawford had a vision. He said you might need my help.” He paused. “I see he was right. Again.”

“Looks like it, ja.” Schuldig sighed. “Farfarello.” No answer.

Farf? Schuldig heard the plan in the Berserker's mind and moved to stop him, already knowing he might be too late.

As soon as his hands were free, Farfarello was going to go for Haruka's throat. His hands weren't free yet, but they were close.

“Farf, no!” Too late. Farfarello had his knife blade resting heavily against the side of Haruka's neck.

“Stay back, Mastermind.” Farfarello said it quietly, calmly.

Schuldig hesitated, and was about to keep going when he saw Farfarello's eye. It wasn't gold anymore. It was red- blood red. Schuldig froze.

Uhh… Farf? Schuldig felt something he hadn't felt in years- fear. He was afraid of the man in front of him.

Farfarello blinked twice. “Was?” His eye was gold again.

The tip of his knife had drawn a bead of blood that slowly slid down Haruka's neck.

After a few moments of tense silence, Farfarello abruptly released Haruka, shoving him backwards.

“What are you?” Farfarello asked his voice still calm.

The creature just snarled at him.

“Haruka, stop!” The boy said. Haruka froze again, glaring back at the red-eyed boy. “Kantaro…” He hissed. “Why?”

“He doesn't know what he's getting himself into, Haruka. Let him go.”

The boy- Kantaro- turned to Nagi. “He's a goblin.” He told him quietly. “They called him the Demon-eating Goblin.” Nagi just looked at him with emotionless eyes, nodding once in understanding.

Haruka stared at Farfarello for another moment, then flapped his wings angrily and took flight. The boy watched him calmly, as though he knew the creature would come back. A quick scan of the boy's thoughts confirmed Schuldig's suspicions.

“Well, that was fun.” Schuldig said sarcastically.

Kantaro bowed slightly, then turned and walked back the way he had come. I'll be seeing you, mind reader.

Schuldig stared after him, surprised. He hadn't even been listening to the boys thoughts.

~*~

“The next time you have a vision; let people know ahead of time!” Schuldig snapped at Crawford. The precog just ignored him. Nagi started to sneak to his room and Schuldig turned on him. “You! How much did he tell you?”

Before Nagi could answer him, Schuldig was already digging through his memories of that morning. Lucky you…

“He only told you to come find me and Farf?” It was more a statement than a question, but Nagi nodded his head anyway. “Yes.”

“Verdammt!” Brad sighed as Schuldig stormed off to either his or Farfarello's room. From the sound of locks being turned it was Farfarello's room this time. This was not going to be a good day…

~*~

Farfarello looked up from the marks he was carving into his arm when the cell door opened. I knew it was you, Guilty One. He told the telepath silently.

Schuldig stared at him for a moment, eyes unreadable.

“I have a question for you, my scarred friend. What was up with your eye back there? It was red for a few seconds.”

Farfarello gazed at him calmly, not saying anything at first. “I don't know what you're talking about.” He said quietly.

Schuldig frowned. Don't lie to me. “I know you do. I'm a telepath remember?”

/How could I forget? I have to shield myself constantly… / “I know.” Farfarello conceded softly.

“Well?” Schuldig asked impatiently.

“'Well' what?” He asked absently, toying with his knife.

Schuldig glared at him angrily for a minute, and then sighed. “Is it `pick on the poor German' day, or something? I mean, seriously, first the Crawfish, now you. And you're supposed to be on my side!” His eyes narrowed. “Oi. Are you ignoring me?”

“You're ranting, Guilty one.” Farfarello pointed out calmly, pointing his knife as if to make this clear.

Schuldig blinked. “I know that.”

“Then stop and tell me why you really came here.”

He blinked again. Farfarello just stared at him, then spoke. “Your first question will be answered later. Not now.”

A few minutes passed in silence, each thinking their own twisted thoughts. Farfarello was debating on how to tell his team that he wasn't exactly from Ireland like they thought he was and that he wasn't exactly just a psychotic killer either. Schuldig was just wondering what the hell the madman was thinking because his shields were up. His mind wandered back to that morning and he growled.

“That damn boy!” he burst out suddenly. “He knows what I am, and I didn't even Talk to him!” He started pacing, muttering to himself in German. Farfarello caught the words for `little bastard' and `how the hell' along with many other curses and derogatory terms for the red-eyed boy.

/Looks like the Guilty One has finally found something that bothers him more than Crawford's shields. / Farfarello thought to himself.

“So. When are you going to answer my question?” The German asked suddenly, apparently forgetting about the boy for a while. Farfarello blinked. “When it's necessary that you know.” / or you find out on your own, which might be sooner than later. /

“And when will that be?”

“You'll find out.” Farfarello answered cryptically.

“You're starting to remind me of Crawford.” Schuldig told him pointedly.

“And?”

“That's supposed to be an insult!” Schuldig told him.

“Hn.” was all Farfarello had to say.

Schuldig just stared at him for a few seconds, opened his mouth to speak, and was cut off abruptly.

“I want to go out.” Farfarello told him quietly.

“So?”

“You will take me out.”

“Really? Is that what you think I'm going to do?” Schuldig asked incredulously. “I think I'm going to leave your skinny ass right here in this fucking cell to rot.” He decided with a grin.

“You will take me out, won't you, Mastermind?” Farfarello asked calmly, not even waiting for a response before getting to his feet and walking toward the door.

He waited there patiently for the cocky German to unlock the door, his attention focused somewhere inside his own mind.

“You can be damn pushy, you know that, Farf?” Schuldig asked him.

“Ja, na und?” Farfarello asked absently.

“Nichts.” Schuldig sighed.

~*~

“So, where are we going, huh?” Schuldig asked for the tenth time in twenty minutes.

Farfarello didn't even bother answering him again. After the fifth `you'll know when we get there' he gave up for fear of having murderous thoughts toward his teammate that he might just go through with.

By now they had reached the outskirts of town, not many buildings, not many people. The few people they did see either stared the two foreigners in fear or in appreciation/curiosity.

They were used to being stared at, but sometimes it got kind of annoying- like now.

If one more person has inappropriate thoughts about me, I'm going to kill them. Schuldig told him calmly.

Farfarello looked at him. No you won't.

I know. Schuldig responded cheerily. I'll probably just mind- fuck them…no, that's nasty. Some of the people out here are real perverts. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff they're thinking about us. Some of them actually think we're a couple. Mein Gott.

Schuldig rambled, then stopped walking suddenly, his eyes glazed over as his telepathy searched for something. “Scheiβe!” he said, and took off running.

~*~

 

German:

Ja- yes

Bei wer- by who

Was- what

Verdammt- damn it

Ja, na und?- yeah, and?

Nichts- nothing

Mein Gott- my god

Scheiβe- shit