Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Conversation ( Chapter 18 )

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Schuldig sat on a heating pad for the rest of the day and well into the evening. Cursing mentally at Farf every time the man came to mind or into view. This was going to be an interesting little side trip into hell if Farf could tell what he was thinking. He squirmed a little in the kitchen chair, trying to get the feeling back into the more important parts of his body. Damn, Farf, it was only a stray thought. Which happened to have been I wonder if that would rub off during sex.

He paused in his mental cursing. When had he started being attracted to women? To the women of Red Shaman in particular. It was odd because even the youngest female of that particular team was damn scary. Goddess was especially scary. Maybe he just liked naked women covered in blue tattoos. Maybe it was because he obviously wasn't getting anywhere with Crawford. Or maybe because he didn't have to worry about hearing every small thought that passed through any of their minds. Or maybe it was because Star and Skye actually acted as though they liked him without any mental prodding. (Not that he was certain he could manage to mentally poke any of them without getting blasted into the middle of next week) Or hell, maybe he was just thinking too much at one a.m.

 

“Who are you waiting up for, Mastermind? As if I couldn't guess,” came Skye's voice from the doorway behind him.

 

“I'm not waiting up for him,” Schuldig said defensively. “I could ask you the same question.”

 

“Neither of them will be in tonight. I already know that,” she said, sitting in the chair opposite him across the table.

 

“So, you're precog too?” he said, leaning back in the chair, balancing it on two legs.

 

“Yes. Post cog as well sometimes if the energies are strong enough.”

 

“Post cog?”

 

“I can see the past as well or more accurately, feel it. Not with people as a general rule but more with objects. Mildly telepathic too. Though not enough for it to actually be useful to the team. I thought you were going back tonight.”

 

“I was, before Farf decided to play frost Schu's sausage. Besides, I like it here. It's peaceful.” Damn, he hadn't meant to say that. What was wrong with him tonight?

 

“It would be to you.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

She shrugged. “The house and grounds block outside telepathic communication. It's why we have to actually call each other on the cell phones when we're outside of the compound. Goddess sealed it ages ago for Star and Sunny. More for Star than anyone else because Sunny already had a good grasp of his abilities and had learned to put up strong shields.”

 

“That explains a lot. I'd been wondering why I never heard any outside voices here. Just my team and the guys in Weiss. I know your team has some sort of private telepathic link but I haven't been able to tap into it. Yet,” he said smirking.

 

Skye smiled. “You won't either. Though your abilities are quite formidable at such a young age. You probably started manifesting almost as soon as Ghost did. So, you were, what five or six?”

 

He shrugged. “Something like that. What makes you so sure I won't eventually find a way in?”

 

“All but one of us have been linked for over a hundred years. Star and I since birth. The most you'll catch is a stray thought.”

 

“That's a long time to have to put up with someone. I don't think I'd want to have to deal with Nagi or Farf for over a hundred years. Brad, well, there are days when I don't want to spend a minute with him and other days when I think I could spend lifetimes with him,” he paused and looked at her suspiciously. “Hmmm. Are you messing with my head? I've never told anyone else that.”

 

“No. Not my strong suit. That's Star's job.”

 

“You two had to have been a trip growing up.”

 

“Not really. She and I didn't start manifesting any abilities until our late teens. Then every thing just went to hell in a handcart.”

 

“Wanna tell me? Or do I have to poke around in Star's head? Which might actually be a highly dangerous place.”

 

“You wouldn't be able to,” Skye said smiling. “And it is a highly dangerous place. I'll tell you if you really want to know. It isn't as though it's a huge secret or anything.”

 

Schuldig put his elbows on the table and leaned forward.

 

“Star and I were raised in the antebellum south. Before the American Civil War,” she explained. “We were sheltered from anything that even remotely resembled the real world. We were good in our own way. At least as far as our family was concerned. Married young and quite well. Our abilities didn't start manifesting until our late teens. Even then, it was only brief flashes. Star would know what someone was thinking. I would know when or how something was going to happen before it did. When war broke out, our husbands were some of the first to go. They were also some of the first to die. It was as though floodgates had opened in both of us after that. I couldn't stop the visions and she couldn't stop the voices. I finally got hold of them but she couldn't. She just . . .”

 

“Went insane,” Schuldig said. He didn't need to be told what could and did happen if all the barriers to telepathic abilities were removed at once. He had felt it himself on several occasions. He also knew it wasn't a picnic being a precog with those shields down either just from being around Crawford.

 

“Yes. But she really did save our lives on several occasions.”

 

“How?”

 

“She knew where the safe places to hide were. She knew which direction the soldiers would go. She knew when to go so we wouldn't get caught. Remember, it was a war. Unlike Goddess' lifetime, where women were equal to men and actually fought side by side with them, we were there to be used and murdered.”

 

“How did you . . .”

 

“Die? I was shot in the back by a boy young enough to have been my child. Star killed herself the next night.”

 

“How did you get here?”

 

“Sunny found us wandering around the netherworld and brought us to Goddess. She took us in and trained us in how to shield and use our abilities to the fullest extent. Made sure Star got put back together well enough for her to function normally. Well, as normally as Star manages to function on any given day at any rate. So, here we are.”

 

“Did you choose to be assassins or was that something Goddess pushed you into?”

 

“We chose it. I would have chosen it even if Sunny hadn't found us. I had my own scores to settle at the time I started. As for now, it's something I'm good at.”

 

“Do you regret any of it?”

 

“This is no place to be if you're going to have regrets. You know that better than most do.”

 

“Ja. I suppose I do,” he said thoughtfully. “I don't remember how old I was when I hit the streets. Stole and manipulated ever mind I came across to survive. Esset found me at fourteen, I came to Brad at seventeen. Been here ever since.” That was the extremely short version of his incredibly sordid early years. He was amazed and appalled he'd told her that much.

 

“You didn't have to tell me,” Skye said.

 

“Fair's fair,” he said with a shrug. “You told me about your early life.”

 

“That's a little bit different considering it all happened over a hundred years ago for me. It's faded to the point I don't feel attached to any of it anymore. For you it still has to be fairly fresh.”

 

“You know he only does it to make you jealous,” he said, changing topics with the speed of light.

 

“That was completely off topic. Who only does what to make me jealous?”

 

“Sunny. The staying out until dawn, coming home smelling like a perfume factory, etc. He only does it because it pisses you off.”

 

“How do you know that? I'm betting you didn't find a way in.”

 

“Not yet,” he smirked. “But I've done the same things a thousand times trying to get Brad's attention. Scheisse, why do I tell you these things?”

 

Skye shrugged. “No idea.”

 

“Anyway, he wants you and is trying to get you to make the first move.”

 

“And he's failing miserably, I might add. What makes him think I'd make the first move when I'm guessing he's slept with every willing female over the age of 18 in the greater Chicagoland area? Possibly the whole of Illinois. Sorry, that is not something that makes one attractive. I'd be more inclined to be jealous if he had a steady girlfriend.” She paused for a moment before saying. “Now look who's telling secrets.”

 

“Hmmmm.”

 

“Hmmmm, what? You have that evil little sparkle going in your eyes, Mastermind. What are you up to this time?”

 

“He seems to be of the same mindset. Maybe I've been going about this wrong and need to come at it from a completely different direction,” he said, more to himself than to her. “Can you scramble Brad's wavelengths? And Sunny's?”

 

“Probably. Why?”

 

“Mein liebling, I have an idea that might work out well for both of us.”

 

He smirked and told her what he had in mind.

 

“Mastermind, my dear boy, you are some kind of evil genius.”

 

“About time someone noticed that.”

 

**************************Author's Notes******************************

Sorry, this rolled around in my brain and wouldn't go away.

 

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