Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal ❯ repetition is the key to de-stressing ( Chapter 17 )

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A/N: Okay this story believe it or not is going to end next chapter. Come hell or high water. I have one never ending fic so I don't need another. Yes you will probably feel that there are missing chapters, but what can I say? Too bad muhahaha (evil laugh).

Btw this is my longest chapter ever.

 

KD: always glad to spark you, I am even gladder when I can read the products of that spark. Read that as hurry up and update your fics.

 

Bly: thanks for reminding me that I needed to put disclaimers that I don't own Mary Poppins. Update. I know you have more chappies written. Your secrets out and it's not safe with me. *Evil laugh again*

 

Dp: I don't tease. Much. By the way nice excuse, the computer ate my chapter. Hmph.

 

 

 

Chapter 17.

 

Nagi floundered for a bit, thinking about how best to explain this to Kudoh.

 

Nagi picked up a stone telepathically.

 

“If you have any thoughts about comparing me to that stone, think again. Just give it to me straight Nagi. I'm tired of the half-truths and full out lies.” Kudoh's voice sounded defeated.

 

“Kritiker lied. You have a talent.”

 

“What?”

 

Nagi assumed that Yohji was using the expression more to mean that he didn't understand and for him to continue speaking more, rather than to repeat his statement. It reminded him of a silly joke about three guys named Shut up, Pardon and Trouble. It was completely inappropriate he supposed to tell Kudoh the joke. He wasn't sure if Balinese had a sense of humour anyway, not that the joke was very good.

 

“You've always had a talent; you weren't `latent' like the others. You were more like us, Schwarz.”

 

You would have been in Schwarz too; if `they' had thought your talent had any use.

 

Yohji wasn't saying anything, he just sat on the closest bench that he could find and stared at his hands as if they had all the answers. Nagi knew that he was listening though.

 

“When Schuldig went into your head, he was trying to find out if you had any other talents. He discovered none, and was commanded to try and amplify your talent doing the same thing that he had done for the others. Schuldig tried to explain to Kritiker that it didn't work that way, if it did then he would be the greatest telepath that had ever lived, I would be the greatest telekinetic and that Crawford would be the richest, most powerful man in the world. For the others it was just a matter of uncovering something that was hidden, but to actually try and amplify a talent?” Nagi shook his head. “They didn't listen and something went wrong, very wrong.”

 

Yohji was still staring at his hands. At times like these Nagi wished he were a telepath, was he supposed to stop now and let the man digest what he had just said? Was he supposed to offer sympathy? Nagi didn't really even believe in talking that much, he was too used to being in Schuldig's presence. Schuldig craved quiet, but at the same time filled up silence with his own babbles, a walking contradiction.

 

“Um do you want me to continue?”

 

There was no answer from the blonde (or was he a brunette?) assassin. Nagi walked away from Kudoh and towards the lake again, leaving the man with his own thoughts for a while.

 

Nagi liked the lake, when he was smaller Farfarello used to take him for walks by this lake claiming that the `little people' liked nature. It had taken him forever to realise that Farfarello was making fun of him and comparing him with a leprechaun, yet still he liked it. Memories of his youth, Nagi smiled wistfully feeling older than his years.

 

Nagi walked back to the bench, assuming that Kudoh would signal for him to go away if he wasn't ready for the rest.

 

Nagi sat on the bench not too close to Yohji, but not sofar away that would look as if they weren't together.

 

“What went wrong?” If Nagi hadn't been sitting so near to Yohji and if he hadn't been sitting downwind from Yohji, Nagi doubted he would ever have heard the question.

 

“Normally everyone who has been born with a talent learns to control it slowly, as they develop their talents develop simultaneously and they learn control at the same time. It's almost like learning to crawl, and then walk and eventually run, hop, and skip. You learn how to do these things and then you learn when you do them.”

 

“Uh huh…”

 

“Well you used to be able to control your talent, but you can't anymore, your talent is nearly completely out of your control.”

 

“Nearly?”

 

“Crawford thinks that you still have a modicum of control and that's why your talent is affecting other talents more than norms, and not affecting us the `not quite mature ducks.'” Nagi made a face and did a startingly good impression of Crawford's voice, “Even wildly out of control that Balinese idiot is still trying to protect the `innocent.'”

 

On second thought, maybe it wasn't such a wise idea to mimic Crawford; he hadn't actually been very complimentary. Oh well.

 

“Okay.” Deep breaths Kudoh, deep breaths, good, now think!

 

“Okay,” he said again, “and the blackouts?”

 

“Um your body was trying to protect itself and heal, and the easiest way to do that was to shut down unnecessary functions. Or at least that's what Crawford figures. And Schuldig controlled your body then by the way, so that the others wouldn't get suspicious.”

 

Deep breaths, don't panic about a sadistic telepath in your head, controlling your body. Deep breaths.

 

“Okay.” Deep breath, deep breath. Time for solutions. “How do I fix this?” Yohji gestured absently at his head.

 

“Um - ”

 

“What do you mean um? Um isn't good, never good.” Deep breaths, deep breaths.

 

Nagi glared, “Let me finish Kudoh.”

 

“Yohji.”

 

“Let me finish Yohji then. Crawford thinks that since your body is trying to heal itself, and its working as evidenced by less blackouts, that you will eventually do whatever you originally did to keep it under control.”

 

“In other words you have no bloody idea.”

 

Nagi shrugged, “Crawford mentioned that he had never seen your talent before, and Schuldig said that he had once.”

 

Yohji perked up, “Really? Where? What did that person do?”

 

“I don't know, he didn't say. Ask Schuldig.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

“Yohji, how did you know that the problem was with you and not as Manx suggested with Aya and Ken?”

 

“I did an experiment, I took Aya and Ken shopping with me, and at no point in time did they ever get flirty or attracted to another person but their attention was riveted on me. At all times. It was strange. I've never seen Ken focus on something so long that wasn't a football. And then the sales clerks at the stores, none of them reacted to Aya and Ken but only to me, and let's face it Ken and Aya aren't exactly average looking, they are both quite hot, so it was strange. And then I figured it out, I mean I knew Kritiker had no qualms about lying to us, so what was one more lie?”

 

Yohji went back to looking at his hands, Nagi watched him out of the corner of his eye. The blonde-brunette was taking this surprisingly well.

 

“What about Aya, Ken and Schu? What do I do about them?”

 

Nagi blushed, he was kind of half hoping that Crawford had Seen him explaining to Kudoh and would come and rescue him, but the bastard had probably Seen it alright, and was probably laughing his head off somewhere. Idiot.

 

“Um - ”

 

“What did I tell you about ums?”

 

“Shut up! This isn't any easier for me than it is for you.”

 

The boy had a point, “Okay Nagikins, go ahead.” Yohji ruffled the boy's hair for fun.

 

“'kay.CrawfordandSchuldigboththinkthattheonlywayforAyaandth eotherstostopfixatingonyouisforthemtogetitoutoftheirsystem.” Nagi blushed.

 

“Nagi, I have no idea what you just said.”

 

Nagi glared, and a piece of newspaper that had been left blowing around the park coincidentally hit Yohji in the face. Baka.

 

“Crawford and Schuldig think that the only way for Ay and the others to stop fixating on you is for them to get it out of their system.”

 

“What?”

 

“Have. Sex. With. Them.” Nagi was by now bright red.

 

“Or?”

 

“It's only going to get worse. They'll keep attacking you, after a while it won't matter that your talent is `fixed' because they will be completely and utterly fixated on you and only you.”

 

Yohji shuddered imagining the effect that would have on their missions.

 

“Shit.”

 

Yohji felt minutely better, so he tried it again. “Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit. Double shit. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.”

 

Yohji ran out of breath.

 

“Are you feeling better now?”

 

“Surprisingly yeah.”

 

Yohji stood up.

 

“Where are you going?”

 

“Chibi, I'm going to the grocery and pharmacy.” Yohji laughed at Nagi's confused stare; he couldn't help himself he ruffled the boy's hair again, earning himself a swat. “I need lube, condoms and grits. Hmm maybe cheese grits*.”

 

Yohji walked off, leaving the telekinetic to wonder, just exactly how many screws were loose in the wire wielding assassin's head.

 

“Hey Nagi,” he called over his shoulder, “What's it called anyway?”

 

“Crawford calls it sex appeal.”

 

Yohji's laugh rang out through the air, it was surprisingly light-hearted.

 

 

 

*Don't ask. I didn't, when KD told me about them.

 

Oh yeah someone point out if there are any major holes in the story, b/c the next chapter I am going to be doing some major caulking.