Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal 2 ❯ It's five thirty... ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: moimoi-chan 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 854 | Visits: 337 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 854 | Visits: 337 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me. It belongs to Project Weiss and Takehito Koyasu.
A/N: sorry this took forever, I’ve had it sitting on my computer for a while...I know, I know...but in my defence...nope, got nothing. Anyway if you’re anything like me this makes no sense because you haven’t read appeal in a very long time. Sorry.
Special thanks to dimonyo-anghel (who hopefully is still reading this)
Chapter 6
Schuldig was screaming. Omi could see the man’s mouth open, could see his expression of agony but Omi could also honestly say that he didn’t care – he was a little too busy trying to keep his brain from exploding.
And Schuldig was screaming. “It’s five thirty. Five thirty.”
A telepath going off wasn’t a pretty sight – people were collapsing around them like flies. Some were drooling, some were screaming, repeating whatever foreign words that flitted through Schuldig’s mind; one woman was rocking back and forth clutching her arms around herself in terror. In the kitchen a chef began slicing himself with a knife; a waitress was pulling her hair out desperately as if trying to wake herself up from this nightmare. Schuldig and Omi were at the epicentre of a mental storm and if Omi cared to look he would see that the storm was quickly extending its barriers far beyond the walls of the little café that they occupied.
Schuldig was screaming. “Five thirty. Five thirty. Fivethirtyfivethirtyfivethirty...”
Omi closed his eyes against the images and tried to keep a grasp on his mental shields that the telepath next to him had taught him. If he were a little better at this he would have been able to knock the telepath out while having his shields up, but for now all he could do was grasp his ears, which he knew wasn’t keeping the mental screaming out, and try and keep a grasp on his shields and wait for the telepath to tire himself out.
Schuldig was screaming.
Omi wasn’t very good at this mental shielding stuff, and knew that his walls were more likely to give way before Schuldig’s assault would.
Schuldig was screaming, and Omi’s walls were starting to crack. Omi knew it was just a matter of time now. Crappy way to die, he thought. He could now tell that the idiotic redhead was screaming some random number over and over again, and it was driving him insane.
Schuldig was screaming, and the sound was suddenly cut off by a “Shit, Brad that hurt,” and the mental sonic wave which had massacred Omi’s mental walls and had just started to assault Omi’s brain was abruptly stopped, as the source of its power collapsed.
Omi opened his eyes to see a slumped redhead in the booth across from him with a dart sticking out of his arm. Omi blinked and was suddenly staring at the Schwarz leader – the man looked pristine and completely out of place in his white suit surrounded by the unconscious or groaning bodies of the people who had been caught in the maelstrom. He was also holding a dart gun. The professional part of Omi’s brain was admiring the gun, estimating its weight and range and its shininess.
“Thanks.”
Crawford shrugged, “Would’ve been here earlier, but never could estimate travelling time and that idiot had to pick the one person whose watch was fast.”
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“It’s Schuldig.”
Aya removed the blonde’s arms and legs from their vice like grip around him and rolled off the bed, searching for Yohji’s phone.
“You really should have a locator system for your phone, you know. I don’t know how, but your phone always magically disappears.”
‘Maybe it’s because you have a pigsty you for a room,’ he mentally added.
“I’m being stupid, Schuldig’s a telepath.” Aya closed his eyes with his back towards the older assassin – he always felt stupid trying to mind-speak Schuldig. “No answer, he’s probably busy.”
Still feeling uneasy Aya searched around some more for Yohji’s phone, and eventually found it underneath the bookshelf next to Yohji’s spare keys for his car, a pack of cigarettes and a lot of dust. “Ugh, Yotan you’re gross.”
Aya flipped the phone open, dialled Schuldig’s number and then hung up with a grimace. “I swear to you that man never walks with his – ”
Aya turned, noticing that he was having a one-sided conversation with a man whom he could never usually get to shut up, and realised that said man was now lying unconscious in a pool of his own blood.
A/N: sorry this took forever, I’ve had it sitting on my computer for a while...I know, I know...but in my defence...nope, got nothing. Anyway if you’re anything like me this makes no sense because you haven’t read appeal in a very long time. Sorry.
Special thanks to dimonyo-anghel (who hopefully is still reading this)
Chapter 6
Schuldig was screaming. Omi could see the man’s mouth open, could see his expression of agony but Omi could also honestly say that he didn’t care – he was a little too busy trying to keep his brain from exploding.
And Schuldig was screaming. “It’s five thirty. Five thirty.”
A telepath going off wasn’t a pretty sight – people were collapsing around them like flies. Some were drooling, some were screaming, repeating whatever foreign words that flitted through Schuldig’s mind; one woman was rocking back and forth clutching her arms around herself in terror. In the kitchen a chef began slicing himself with a knife; a waitress was pulling her hair out desperately as if trying to wake herself up from this nightmare. Schuldig and Omi were at the epicentre of a mental storm and if Omi cared to look he would see that the storm was quickly extending its barriers far beyond the walls of the little café that they occupied.
Schuldig was screaming. “Five thirty. Five thirty. Fivethirtyfivethirtyfivethirty...”
Omi closed his eyes against the images and tried to keep a grasp on his mental shields that the telepath next to him had taught him. If he were a little better at this he would have been able to knock the telepath out while having his shields up, but for now all he could do was grasp his ears, which he knew wasn’t keeping the mental screaming out, and try and keep a grasp on his shields and wait for the telepath to tire himself out.
Schuldig was screaming.
Omi wasn’t very good at this mental shielding stuff, and knew that his walls were more likely to give way before Schuldig’s assault would.
Schuldig was screaming, and Omi’s walls were starting to crack. Omi knew it was just a matter of time now. Crappy way to die, he thought. He could now tell that the idiotic redhead was screaming some random number over and over again, and it was driving him insane.
Schuldig was screaming, and the sound was suddenly cut off by a “Shit, Brad that hurt,” and the mental sonic wave which had massacred Omi’s mental walls and had just started to assault Omi’s brain was abruptly stopped, as the source of its power collapsed.
Omi opened his eyes to see a slumped redhead in the booth across from him with a dart sticking out of his arm. Omi blinked and was suddenly staring at the Schwarz leader – the man looked pristine and completely out of place in his white suit surrounded by the unconscious or groaning bodies of the people who had been caught in the maelstrom. He was also holding a dart gun. The professional part of Omi’s brain was admiring the gun, estimating its weight and range and its shininess.
“Thanks.”
Crawford shrugged, “Would’ve been here earlier, but never could estimate travelling time and that idiot had to pick the one person whose watch was fast.”
***************************************
“It’s Schuldig.”
Aya removed the blonde’s arms and legs from their vice like grip around him and rolled off the bed, searching for Yohji’s phone.
“You really should have a locator system for your phone, you know. I don’t know how, but your phone always magically disappears.”
‘Maybe it’s because you have a pigsty you for a room,’ he mentally added.
“I’m being stupid, Schuldig’s a telepath.” Aya closed his eyes with his back towards the older assassin – he always felt stupid trying to mind-speak Schuldig. “No answer, he’s probably busy.”
Still feeling uneasy Aya searched around some more for Yohji’s phone, and eventually found it underneath the bookshelf next to Yohji’s spare keys for his car, a pack of cigarettes and a lot of dust. “Ugh, Yotan you’re gross.”
Aya flipped the phone open, dialled Schuldig’s number and then hung up with a grimace. “I swear to you that man never walks with his – ”
Aya turned, noticing that he was having a one-sided conversation with a man whom he could never usually get to shut up, and realised that said man was now lying unconscious in a pool of his own blood.