Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Warning ( Chapter 5 )

 

Brad Crawford left his study in search of his team. Holding one hand to his forehead while the other clutched his glasses in a near death grip. It was always like this when he had visions of the Red Shaman group. For days afterward he wouldn't be able to stop the random scenes of others lives from ripping into his mind because his shields had been thoroughly breached.

 

He ran into Schuldig a few meters down the hall.

 

“What's your problem?”

 

Crawford looked at him blearily. “Expect Red Shaman within the hour,” he said simply, moving off down the hall in search of Nagi and Farf.

 

“Is Goddess with them?” Schuldig asked, catching up with him.

 

“As far as I can tell, yes.”

 

“Okay. I'm outta here!”

 

“You will not leave, Schuldig!” he said and immediately regretted the volume he had said it at. “If the rest of us have to suffer through them being here, so do you.”

 

“It isn't anyone else but her. You know it, Crawford. The rest of the group is fine, we never have trouble when it's any of the others. After she's here everything goes to hell.”

 

“Afraid of her, are you?”

 

“JA!”

 

“Get over it,” Crawford said, making his way to Nagi's room and opening the door. “Nagi, Red Shaman within the hour. Get ready for it.” Nagi waved to signal he had heard, his head still bobbing to the music coming from the headphones.

 

“Crawford, Farf loves her. That alone should scare the shit out of any rational human being.”

 

“Since when are you rational, Schuldig?”

 

“Never. That's your job.”

 

“Then why are you so afraid of her?”

 

“I don't feel anything from her. I don't sense that she's there at all. I don't hear a single thought that goes through her head. And I've tried. The backlash from the initial shields alone nearly blew me through the wall. But I know damn sure she knows every little tiny corner of our minds without trying to do a scan. She knows every dark secret we ever tried to hide from others or ourselves.”

 

“What would make you so certain of that? Other than the fact of when she calls you Isakk you go completely white.”

 

“Let me think,” Schuldig said sarcastically, ignoring the last comment. “You nearly had aneurisms the last time from the force and frequency of the visions. Nagi lost complete control of his gifts. We had things flying at our heads and were randomly slammed into walls for nearly a week. I didn't know who the hell I was for three days.”

 

“And Farf smiled and was perfectly sane for close to a week. I know all of this,” Crawford said impatiently. “But the fact remains that Red Shaman keeps us alive. We're comfortable, well funded and safe from those we betrayed.”

 

“Yeah, but who keeps us safe from them?”

 

Crawford glared at him and found Farf in the kitchen cutting designs on his inner arm. He didn't look up when they came into the room. Only smiled widely.

 

“Mmmm. Death comes.”

 

Crawford nodded curtly and went to get a cup of coffee.

 

Farf's head swiveled up to look at Schuldig, who was leaning in the doorway. He smiled even wider at the look of wild fear the redhead was trying desperately to hide.

 

“Why do you fear her so, guilty one?” he asked casually, going back to his cutting.

 

“Unlike you, I don't like being that far out of control. Why do you love her the way you do?”

 

“I idolize her. Not love. Because she smells of fire and blood and death and power. Far, far beyond what the others do. She has two husbands who love her and each other. Bigamy and sodomy hurt God. To hurt God as she has is my fondest dream.”

 

“So, you want two husbands too?” Schuldig asked smirking. The smirk didn't stay long as he heard a thunk and found himself pinned to the door frame by his headband and the knife Farf had just been using to cut on his arm.

 

“Damn it, Farf! Would you kill us all in our sleep if she asked you to?”

 

“Who says I'd need you to be asleep?”