Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Wild Cruise ❯ Beguin the Beguine ( Chapter 1 )

Nagi Naoe threw his arms out towards Schuldich, eyes wide in a desperate plea for help, mouth open in a silent wail.

Before the red headed telepath could so much as blink, a wave of red light hit Nagi straight in the chest, sending him flying through the air, arms still held out.

He crashed into the wall, and Schuldich lunged towards him, as he remained, an expression of pure fear plastered across his face.

He vanished.

Aya clapped his hand over his ears, trying to drown out a scream that echoed in his head as well as in his ears.

“Nagi!”

Aya lowered his hands, seeing the red haired telepath whirl towards him, his hands suddenly on his throat.

“What did you do to him, meine Gott! What did you Weiss bastards do to him!”

Aya brought his hands up, trying to detach the hands from around his throat.

“Schuldich!”

The telepath spun, green overcoat flying about, arms spinning in to clutch his torso.

“Crawford, Nagi's gone!”

“It's not their fault, Schu.”

“How do you know!”

This last syllable rose to a desperate wail, which made them all wince, as it was broadcasted in their minds as well.

Omi slowly walked up to the telepath, and grabbed his hands, causing him to look down at the small boy.

“Because you're smarter than that. Because you wouldn't. Because Yohji's gone too.”

Aya dropped his katana with an echoing clatter, immediately spinning to try and find his team mate, hoping that Omi was lying, was mistaken, was hallucinating…

A lonely pair of sunglasses lay on the floor, the only remaining sign of his tall friend.

 

Severus Snape stood, intent on fleeing the Great Hall as quickly as possible. When he was interrupted by a crack like thunder, and a form flew through the air, landing on the floor, right in front of the Great Hall table.

“Well, shit.”

The muffled words spoken into the floor made a surprising echo in the silent Great Hall. The young man looked up, and his eyes connected with Dumbledore's.

“…”

Albus was on his feet, a picture of danger, his wand drawn, but the young man was noticeably not cowering in terror. His hand flicked to his wrist…

And another body fell from the ceiling, this one crashing into the wall, and sliding down. This boy was noticeably smaller than the man on his knees in front of the table, and when he staggered to his feet, swaying dangerously, the students began to scream.

Several Gryffindors lunged at the man, who was on his feet holding a weapon.

The boy who had crashed into the wall looked at the three Slytherins barrelling towards him, and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“SCHULDICH!”
Schuldich felt the power surge, that deep indigo that was so unique to Nagi, and grabbed onto it with all his strength as a telepath. Aya grabbed Schuldich, who was throwing himself through the air in a mad effort to get to his invisible team-mate.

Nagi felt Schu, and pulled with all his strength.

The Great Hall exploded with motion. Winds whipped about, tables overturned, the candles went out and food flew.
Albus Dumbledore ran towards the boy, intent on nothing more than stopping him. How? He couldn't say later, but the instinct to protect coursed through his veins.

He arrived at the boy a split second after a red haired figure, he guessed one of the Weasleys, for a second.

Then the wind died, and he realized that the person clutching the boy to his chest and muttering `Liebchen' over and over into his hair was too tall, and his hair was too long, and the wrong shade of red to be a Weasley. And none of the Weasleys spoke German, did they?

“Perhaps you could come with me to my office and explain yourselves?”

The red haired man spun, and looked at him suspiciously.

Dumbledore felt a gentle touch on his mind, almost probing. He allowed, of course, nothing more than a sense of curiosity to come through the link.

The red heads green eyes widened, and seemed to promise a later discussion.

“Das, est… Yes, that seems like a very reasonable proposal. Nagi?”

The younger man, for Dumbledore could see that he was much older than he had seemed was on his feet, shaking visibly, not saying a word.

Dumbledore had the sense that the two were communicating silently, so he turned to the older man, who had drawn his weapon.

He was perched delicately on the balls of his feet, crouched, watching the proceedings. “Would you care to join us?”

The man stood, and Severus, who had his wand draw, watched surreptitiously, took in his strange dress. A tight shirt that barely came down to his ribs, a long black trench, black jeans… there were no signs of the previously seen weapon, but he still looked dangerous.

“Sure, why the hell not?”

His voice surprised Severus, not quite what he had expected it to be, although he couldn't pinpoint the difference.

The three walked after the quickly striding Dumbledore, leaving the entire Great Hall silent, in chaos.

“Sir!”

Severus turned, biting back a vicious retort. It was, of course, Ms. Granger.

“What is it, Granger, there are more important thing going on than your term paper…”

“Sir, he landed behind our table, no one saw him. I think he's hurt, sir…”

Severus instantly followed her, and looked at the body.

It was a boy. That much was clear, despite the longish trails of red hair and the golden ear ring. His eyes were lightly shut, and his chest was rising and falling unsteadily. He seemed to be in shock. Severus took a gamble and hastily picked up the slumped form, following after the headmaster. If anyone could deal with it, it was Albus Dumbledore.

 

Albus didn't feel nearly so confident at the moment. He was sitting looking eye to eye with the man who had introduced himself as Schuldich. Green eyes frankly examined blue, and Albus was forced, to his shock, to suppress a shiver as a voice spoke in his head.

You've erected a mental shield, haven't you?

“That I have, Mr. Schuldich. If you would be so kind as to address us all.”

Very well, if you insist.

“I do. Do any of you have any idea of how you came to be here?”

Nagi and Yohji said no at the same moment the Schuldich said yes.

Yohji's eyes flew open, and he glared, his arms twitching.

“What was that, Schuldich?”

The German man threw back his head.

“Don't get your knickers in a twist, Kudou. I didn't send us here. I grabbed Nagi's signal, and pulled myself through after you. I have no idea of how you managed to get yourself jammed into this alternate… place. Schiste, why would I have sent Liebe here if it was my fault?”

Yohji sat back, defeated for the moment.

Albus decided it was time to break the tension.

“Lemon drop?”

Yohji looked at the plate with a sort of hysterical horror on his face. Nagi blinked, and looked first at Dumbledore, then the tray.

Schuldich threw back his head and laughed. Long, hard, and terrifyingly.

Yohji winced, and looked at the shelves. Nagi slipped his hand, through Schuldich's, eyes on his team mate's face, and Albus realized that the telepath was more than a little unbalanced.

Severus Snape snapped.

“Well I'm glad someone thinks this is funny. Now help me with him, I need to put him down somewhere.”

Albus smiled genially and conjured a couch for the prone boy, and a chair for Severus.

Yohji's first reaction was to run to Aya on the couch, but he stopped, just as he was getting up, realizing just where the couch came from.

Nagi melted further back into Schuldich, now sitting on the same couch cushion as him, face blank as ever.

“Schu?”

“Das, Liebe.”

Reassured, he remained where he was.

Aya stirred, and looked up into the eyes of the man leaning over him.

Severus looked down, and froze.

Purple eyes, how beautiful.

Aya moaned, and tossed his head sideways.

“You alright, Aya-kun?”

“Hai”

Yohji sat back, reassured, and Schuldich raised his hand.

“Alright, this one was my fault.”

“Shi ne!”

Yohji looked about three seconds from punching him. Nagi did punch him. Lightly on the shoulder, leaving Schulcich mildly affronted.

“Not on PURPOSE, Nags.”

“Explain, Schu.”

“I believe you've taken the words right out of my mouth, young man.”

Albus's eyes were glinting fire, but the red haired man didn't bat an eyelash.

“He grabbed me when I was coming after Nags.”

Aya nodded.

“Not his problem, mine. I hit something big when I came through. Calm down, Yohji, for God's sake. If you want you can exact revenge on the table later, I think I did it more damage than it did me.”

Yohji let go of his watch smiling at Aya's weak attempt at a joke, and Nagi settled back down, not complaining when Schuldich wrapped his arms proprietarily around his waist, and glared at Yohji.

“Do you have any interest in attending the school here, until we can find any way to return you to your own time period?”

“Hell yeah!”

Aya nodded, slowly.

Schuldich spoke.

“I don't think so, I'm not really at a `student' age. But I don't want to do nothing here, could I help out somehow?”

Snape glared, affronted. Schu rolled his eyes.

“When you hear the thoughts of the people around you, it sort of takes the ethics out of it. I don't bother anymore.”

Albus interjected into the conversation, in the hopes of preventing bloodshed.

“I'm sure you could teach something… do you have any particular expertise?”

Schuldich grinned.

“Fighting.”

Dumbledore nodded, thoughtfully.

“Self defence, 101”

“Too proper. How `bout `Not Dying'”

“ That works fine, too. The others can help you coach.”

Yohji groaned, but Aya smiled.

“What about us? We're too old for normal classes?”

“Take what you're interested in. Just show up in the classes you like. Once you set yourself a schedule, we'll sign you up for the courses you like well enough to continue. I assume you don't have any objections to not receiving a full Hogwarts Diploma? It would take considerably longer…”

“And would be pointless, seeing as we aren't even sure that your `magic' exists in our world.”

“It does exist, I assure you.”

“How do you know?”

Schuldich rolled his eyes.

“Meine Gott… Hello!”

Aya smirked at Yohji, and Yohji was distressed to find himself reminded of the other redhead in the room.

“God, man! I don't look a thing like him!”

This wiped the smirk off Aya's face quicker than anything could have.

“What about you, Nags? Student or teacher?”

“…”

The boy was asleep, arms wrapped around Schuldich's upper arm, head lolled back onto his shoulder.

“Or sleep? Sorry, he's drained. He pulled three bodies across time and space, that takes a lot out of a person.”

Dumbledore smiled, and Schuldich stood, picking up the boy as he rose.

Snape, at Dumbledore's instructions, led them to a set of spare chambers near his own, deep in the dungeon.

Students seldom came here, and they would be secluded. And it was unexpected, no one would think to search here for the guests.

“You may leave the boy in this room, if you wish.”

Schuldich shook his head.

“We'll be staying together, if you don't mind. And by the way, if you do- you don't have a damned choice about it, das?”

“Of course”

The telepath smiled, and walked into the room, leaving the slightly unnerved Severus standing in the hall.

“You won't be sharing a room, I assume?”

“On a cold day in hell.”

“Well said, Aya.”

“Indeed”

Severus simply opened the door, and Yohji walked through it, nodding his thanks.

That left Aya and Severus standing in the hall.

“I am Aya.”

“My name is Severus Snape, I'm the Potions Master here at Hogwarts, and I know that there's something you're not telling us.”

“Yes.”

That stopped Snape for a moment.

“Is it something that will harm any of my students?”

“N… maybe. Come in, we shouldn't discuss this in the open.”

Severus followed Aya into his new accommodations.

“I, and Yohji are part of a team of professional assassins. Schuldich and Naoe are from a rival group. I don't think there will be any conflict…”

“But you're not sure.”

“No. I wouldn't put too much faith on either of their sanities. Naoe has always been a little withdrawn from everything, and Schuldich is a sadistic psychotic. Yohji's the only one of us who's mostly sane.”

“Mostly?”

“He's prone to occasional drug abuse. So is Schuldich, for that matter, I think.”