Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Orders ( Chapter 7 )

Orders

(Not Salami on Rye)

 

“Goddess, how do you speak this awful language on a daily basis?” Sunny asked after they had been shown to the elevator to the penthouse by a small Japanese woman.

 

“My husbands are Japanese. Remember?”

 

“It sounds like someone is punching you in the stomach every time you speak,” he complained.

 

“This from the man whose native tongue sounds like a cat coughing up a fur ball,” Star said, rolling her eyes.

 

Sunny glared at her as they stepped out of the elevator and to the door of the penthouse suite. Blaze rang the bell and the door swung open a few seconds later to reveal Farf.

 

“Welcome, trickster's daughter,” he said around the large knife held between his teeth. He pulled the door wider and ushered them all in. “The rest are waiting in the living room.”

 

They followed him into the large circular room at the center of the penthouse. Nagi looked up from his laptop and waved to Ghost who went to sit beside him. Blaze smiled slightly. It was good for Ghost to have contact with other teenagers who had certain gifts. It made her feel less like a freak.

Crawford was sitting in the big armchair next to the fireplace and had just folded and set aside his newspaper when they came in. Schuldig was standing on the far side of the room trying, for once, to look as inconspicuous as possible. He cringed slightly at the sight of Blaze but recovered quickly, masking his initial fear behind a smirk, thinking.

 

Scares the shit out of me. But gotta love the fuck me pumps.

 

You are of course, aware of the fact that I can hear you, are you not.

 

Ja.

 

Blaze smiled slightly and sat down on the couch next to Sunny. Farf immediately sat on the floor in front of her and put his head on her knees. He played absently with the straps of her shoes, liking the fact they were the color of blood and that there were real stilettos concealed in the heels. Such fitting weapons, though he knew she would never need to use them.

 

Sunny and Skye set out the plans and blueprints for the warehouses and the club Schwarz would be watching over the next few weeks.

 

“Now, as you can see here,” Skye said, pointing out a specific part of the blueprints, “There's only one way in or out of this particular room. We think that's where things are being smuggled in and hidden. There are also a number of known politicians who frequent this place. There has been talk of both drugs and a slavery ring though there's no proof of either one of those operations being at either of these places. More than likely, these are fronts. You know the drill, “I'm so and so, interested in . . . whatever.” They send you to another person who sends you to another person who sends you to another place, etc.”

 

“And why are we supposed to watch these guys?” Schuldig asked from across the room. “Can't we just kill them and call it a night?”

 

“Isakk, you have no subtlety and no sense sometimes. This is only one faction. There are four others that may or may not be involved in this. Which is why careful planning is a necessity,” Blaze said. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment. “Come here, Isakk.”

 

Schuldig balked and turned paler than he had the first time she had used his name. “Why?” he said, edging closer to the wall. It seemed like only an instant before Farf was off the floor and beside him. One of Farf's hands was holding the back of his neck the other holding a blade to his throat.

 

“Move or die, guilty one,” Farf said, smiling.

 

Schuldig began to shuffle toward the couch when Farf lifted him by the back of his hair and carried him the rest of the way. The German knew better than to try and fight the psychopath when he was that determined to make something happen. Farf threw Schuldig down at Blaze's feet and put one foot on the back of his neck, keeping the side of his face pressed against her shoes.

 

Blaze smiled sweetly up at Farf. “You can let him go now, Berserker. Thank you for bringing him to me.”

 

He grinned and stepped back a few paces. Schuldig raised his head slowly, being extremely careful not to make any sudden movements that Farf might take as aggression toward Goddess. He met her gaze warily, bringing himself up to his knees, holding both hands out to his sides. She leaned forward and put both hands on either side of his head. He hissed as though he'd been burned the instant she touched him.

 

“Why didn't you tell any of us you were having problems after I'd been here?” her gaze left Schuldig and went to Crawford then Nagi.

 

“We didn't really think it was worth bothering you with, Goddess,” Crawford answered. “It fades after a few days or so.”

 

“All the same, I don't think you understand what's happening in that time frame,” she said, looking back at Schuldig. “Your abilities are being amplified to their fullest extent without shielding. That can be dangerous and damaging to all of you. Possibly spinning you into madness or death.”

 

“Didn't know you cared, Goddess,” Schuldig said sarcastically.

 

She tightened her grip on his hair and pulled his head backward sharply. He grimaced and clenched his teeth, glaring up at her. “I don't. But you're of no use to me dead or insane,” she said, letting go of his hair and shoving him away from her by putting one foot into his chest and pushing. Schuldig stared at her from where he lay sprawled in the floor.

 

“I'll reinforce your shielding before I leave. But you'll still experience heightened abilities for a while,” she said.

 

Crawford and Nagi only nodded. Schuldig stared at her for a few more seconds before saying “Yes, Mistress.”

 

Crawford's eyebrows shot up in mild surprise. Nagi rolled his eyes and pointedly ignored him, going back to playing games on the computer with Ghost. And Farf just smiled a strangely knowing smile.

 

Fifteen minutes later saw the Red Shaman team out the door of the penthouse and into the elevator.

 

“You lied, Goddess,” Sunny said good naturedly.

 

“About what?” she asked.

 

“You said you didn't care about them when you do.”

 

“Yes, but they don't need to know that.”

 

“Planning on adding the German to your harem, Goddess,” Skye said jokingly.

 

“Hmmm. I have a blonde and a brunette, I suppose I could use a redhead,” Blaze said thoughtfully.

 

“Tatsumi would have kittens!” Star said in disbelief. “Come to think of it, I'd pay good money to see that man have kittens.”

 

Blaze laughed. “So would I.”

 

“When do we get Weiss involved in this, Blaze?” Ghost said, looking up at her.

 

“Tomorrow.”

 

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