Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ A Good Place To Fall ( Chapter 54 )

 

Crawford held one hand to his slightly aching head. He was missing something, he could tell. He had tried several times to get a hold on a vision concerning Schuldig and just as he thought he had grasped it, it slipped away. He cursed mildly to himself. Skye had something to do with it. He knew she did without needing to see it. Partially from what Sunny had told him and partially because he felt the touch of her energy on his mind. It was subtle, he had to give her that, she was good at this sort of thing. Schuldig for his part looked like he was about ready to come out of his skin. He was calm and composed to most outsiders, possibly even to Skye. But Crawford had seen him on many missions and his body language was far more tense than normal while on mission. He was expecting something to happen. What, he didn't know. Yet. He would find out what was so damn important that Schuldig had roped Skye into rerouting his visions.

 

He must have snarled slightly he thought because Goddess had looked up at him in mild curiosity and lifted an eyebrow in question.

 

It's of no concern, Goddess. I'm trying to access something and it isn't coming. Someone is blocking it.

 

I presume you have an idea as to who it is blocking you.

 

Crawford nodded. I do.

 

And?

 

Since it's something to do with Schuldig, I must presume it to be Skye. Though I have no proof and wouldn't dream of accusing her of doing anything manipulative. He glanced at Blaze warily out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge her reaction to that bit of information.

 

I'll see what I can do. Skye?

 

Yes, Goddess?

 

Are you rerouting Oracle's visions?

 

Not precisely.

 

Why? He needs to be able to seeas much as you do. If it interferes in this mission . . .

 

It doesn't, Goddess. You know I would never do anything to compromise a mission. It's personal and I was asked to keep it to myself.

 

Blaze paused for a moment, thinking what could be so important that Skye would feel the need to tamper with Oracle's visions. It had to have something to do with Schuldig. The answer seemed to hit her hard and she sighed heavily.

 

You saw him pass from this world, didn't you. It was not a question, just a simple statement of fact.

 

Skye was silent. Biting down on her tongue to keep from saying or thinking anything that might confirm what had just been said.

 

You've taken steps to prevent this.

 

Prevent what?

 

Blaze smiled. Good to know. I'm rather fond of the boy.

 

 

 

Farfarello waited just behind the door.

 

He felt the slight shiver in the energy of the room as Star sealed all sound within it. Perfect.

 

A man came into the room, looking for his quarry, Farf closed the door behind him with an audible snap.

 

“What the . . .” was all he managed to get out before Farf pounced on him. Turning him so the other man's back was to his chest holding one arm across his upper chest and shoulders.

 

“Say goodnight, filth,” Farf hissed in his ear before grasping the man's chin in his other hand and twisting. He took great satisfaction in the audible snap and grind as the bones splintered. He let him slither to the ground, rolling him away in disgust.

 

Farf? You okay? Nagi asked.

 

Fine. Have our comrade send the rest of the garbage to me as they wander down here.

 

Will do.

 

 

 

Star sat with Ken and two of their targets at one of the small tables scattered along the edges of the room. They talked animatedly about life, good food and wine, the stock market, everything imaginable. Ken kept them distracted for a few moments while Star gently began nudging the innocent bystanders out of the building.

 

She looked up suddenly, mildly startled at the feel she was getting from one of the two men who had just come down the stairs. Aya was paler than she had ever seen him and looked like he was ready to claw off his skin. Well, paler with the possible exception of the streak of red running across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose.

 

Ran? Gods, boy, are you okay?

 

Itches. Hurts. Too hot. Were the only response she got before he collapsed backward. Fortunately Yohji had the good reflexes to catch him before he fell too far.