Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ War Starter ( Chapter 70 )

 

Tatsumi and Watari both nearly flew over the bar and had made their way to where Blaze and Jormund were standing before Morrigan froze them in place.

 

“Easy, boys. He isn't who you think he is,” she said.

 

“You mean that isn't really Muraki?” Watari questioned.

 

“No. It isn't,” Blaze growled. “He can alter his appearance to annoy or frighten someone who doesn't know what he is. He's a far worse piece of garbage than even Muraki is.”

 

“There's someone worse than Muraki?” Tatsumi questioned in disbelief.

 

The man in Fen's grip glared down at the group imperiously. Cold eyes calculating as they focused on Tatsumi and Watari. He smiled a little.

 

“I take it these are the new toys, Princess,” the man sneered.

 

Fen's grip tightened on the back of the man's neck. “You will not address my sister in that tone, Bitter Tongue.”

 

The man directed the next comment to Fenris. “Honestly, I can understand why she'd want the dark one. He at least has power. The other one can't be much more than a pretty bauble that she'll tire of eventually.”

 

Blaze took one glance back at Watari, feeling his sudden doubt and hurt. Something in her seemed to snap. Jormund felt it as well and immediately released his sister. Knowing if he didn't he'd likely be torn apart in her effort to get to the man their brother was holding on to.

 

Blaze launched herself onto the man Fenris had been holding. Landing with her knees squarely in his solar plexus. She wrapped one, now clawed, hand around his throat.

 

“Keep talking, Bricru. I dare you,” Blaze snarled. “Give me an excuse to rip out that lying tongue of yours.”

 

“It grows back,” he wheezed.

 

“Marvelous! I can do it repeatedly then.”

 

 

Morrigan released the hold she had on Tatsumi and Watari. Watari flinched a little as Tatsumi put his arm around him.

 

“Yutaka? What is it?”

 

Watari gave him a falsely bright smile. “Nothing, Sei. It's fine.”

 

Tatsumi looked at him dubiously but decided to let it slide for the moment. Focusing his attention on their wife instead.

 

“Come on, war starter. Let me keep my promise to the great god and send him the writhing pieces of you,” Blaze growled.

 

“Why so touchy, Princess? Hit a nerve?” he smirked.

 

“Filth,” she said, claws sharpening and digging more firmly into the skin of his neck. She suddenly felt herself gently restrained then pulled up and off of the man. She glared over her shoulder then realized who was holding on to her.

 

“Daddy? What . . .”

 

“Easy, baby. Don't worry; we'll deal with this little troublemaker.”

 

“You're one to talk of being a troublemaker, Trickster,” the man on the floor sneered.

 

“Ja. Funny how these things turn out,” he said, smiling and flipping his long blood red hair back over one shoulder.

 

 

On the other side of the room, Crawford wondered if he was hallucinating.

 

“Who . . .” he began, then found himself pushed back down by a determined Skye.

 

“Stop that. You'll undo what I've repaired,” she said and resumed singing softly.

 

Crawford looked askance at Schuldig. “Is she always this bossy?”

 

Schuldig smiled. “She's usually worse. Ooof!” he said, as Skye's elbow connected with his chest. “Ow, Skye, I'm injured.”

 

“I can hurt you as well as heal you, chere,” she said.

 

“Point taken.”

 

“To answer your earlier question, Crawford,” Farf said mildly. “He's Edana's father.”

 

“Oh god!”

 

“Yes. That he is.”

 

Schuldig stared at Farf. “So, you mean she really is a goddess?”

 

“Only partially. Her mother was human.”

 

“I thought that was her mother,” Schuldig said, nodding toward Morrigan.

 

“No. She's her adopted mother, so to speak.”

 

“Okay,” Schuldig said. “So, who's the dumbass that the Mistress feels like she'd happily eviscerate and read his entrails?”

 

“Ah, the war starter,” Farf said through clenched teeth. “Should have known it was him behind all this trouble.”

 

“Farf, that doesn't tell us who he is or why he planned all of this,” Schuldig said impatiently.

 

Farf sighed. “Suffice it to say, he's been around almost as long as Edana and I have. His name is Bricru but he's called Bitter Tongue and War Starter for obvious reasons. He has this talent for just looking at someone and knowing exactly the right words to send their lives to hell in a hand cart through their own fears. We think he's probably a telepath, though no one has actually tested that theory. Edana and I have had several run ins with him over the years but never anything this bad before.”

 

“That means he's a demon of some sort?” Schu asked.

 

“No. He's human, though I use the term loosely. He was sent to do time for his crimes after his death. But for some reason he keeps falling through the cracks over and over. No one knows why.”

 

“Freakiness,” Schuldig said. “Hmm.”

 

“Hmm, what, Schuldig?” Skye asked warily.

 

“Lemme check something because I just got an interesting flicker from him.”

 

“Schu . . .” Crawford said warningly.

 

“You are certainly in no position to give orders just now, Oracle,” Skye said. “Hold still.”

 

“I knew I should have just stayed dead,” Crawford groaned.

 

“Where's the fun in that?” Schuldig said. “Now shut up and let me focus.”

 

“Schuldig, he's a lot stronger than you are,” Farf said.

 

“Probably,” Schuldig said and directed his focus at the man across the room. “Oh, yeah. Definitely a telepath.”

 

Hey, Star.

 

Yeah?

 

Help me pry into this guy's head.

 

What the hell for?

 

I caught a stray thought from him and it involves us. Schwarz and Weiss, I mean. But I can't get a good fix on it.

 

That can't be good. Hang on and I can pull a link through you.

 

Star ran the initial probes then paused for a moment, speculating.

 

Damn, he's strong.

 

He'd better be after all those years, Schuldig said.

 

Star grimaced then went absolutely still.

 

Oh, shit! Schuldig, did you catch that?

 

Scheisse, I wish I hadn't.