Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Borderline ❯ The Midnight Call ( Chapter 1 )

Fuuma: ^^ Disclaimer time.

Me: I just wish I owned these boys… wish I have wish I might but I could never have them, they belong to their respective owner.

Pairing: Do I have to tell the obvious..

Special Thanks: To Mini-san... *hugs* Thanks a lot for your beta reading^^ I dedicated Borderline for you since this story came from your hard work too^^

Chapter 1 - The midnight call

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The phone was ringing.

It was 3.00 a.m. when Schuldig received the call. From his days of practice up till he resigned, he had never received a call from any of his patients at this odd hour. He answered the call but the only thing he could hear was a slow, ragged breath before he heard a clicking sound and the line went dead.

He was still young, a straight A's student, attending the University of Stanford, majoring in psychology studies despite his parents' protests, saying that it was a waste, that he could be a scientist or an astronaut but why psychology? Schuldig couldn't care less what people said, it was what he wanted that mattered. His concern was that with psychology he was helping people in trouble and in need. Was that a waste?

He simply stared at his ceiling and turned to look lovingly at his bundle of joy that was sleeping peacefully. He used to work at one of the big reputable hospitals in Tokyo, but found it boring with all the political background that had been influencing the management.

The main reason he resigned from the hospital though was due to last year's incident when one of his patients had committed suicide in the building, yelling his name before cutting his tongue out and decided to paint the white hospital wall with his splattered blood and bits and pieces of his brain. The person that he thought he had helped, but he was wrong and the guilty feeling had haunted him down, and he quit at the hospital.

Now, he carried on with his life with his own investments in properties and other lucrative bonds thanks to his American best friend, who was filthy rich. Well, his friend owned a bungalow on a land property in Tokyo and Tokyo is the most expensive city to live in, in this world. He was 27 years old and still a bachelor, living with two orphans.

During an investigation of his suicide patient, he got to know someone from the police department. A first class homicide detective. A young, lanky blond with emerald eyes. He didn't actually know his preference until he met the man. From that day on, he had become a consultant for Tokyo Police Department; helping out on some of their old cases or new ones; mostly homicides that was difficult to solve.

Though he was originally from Germany, he loved it here in Japan. The culture, the people, the atmosphere, the beautiful sceneries but most of all because of the person who was stirring from the other side of the bed. The phone had woken the person sleeping peacefully next to him up and he was now looking at him with his half-lidded emerald eyes -yawning.

"What time is it?"

"3.00 am"

Yawn. "Who'd call this early in the morning?"

"I don't know. Probably nobody, might be the wrong number."

"Hmm… Schu?"

"Go back to sleep" He gave him a kiss on his forehead before the phone started to ring again.

"Hello!"

Silence.

"Hello?"

Silence. Uncertain breaths.

"Hello? Who is this?"

Still silence. He nearly slammed the receiver down before he could hear a soft whimper, clearly a man's voice, a young man's voice.

"It's red.." A whisper.

"Who is this?"

"Red… too red… bright red…No! No! The eye! Red! It's coming" He heard a sob. "Please… Help! Help me!" He could hear the voice on the other end, someone who was clearly frightened. He could hear the other owner of the voice from the other end; the breathing quickened and grew louder before he continued, "You're lying! Shut Up! Enough! No more.. Too bright.. Red! Stop! Stop Talking to me! I don't want to hear it! No! Not Enough! It's stinks! I know it's muddy, you fucking moron! Shut up! It's not deep! SHUT UP!!! Just Dig! Stop! My head hurts… Please…"

"Calm down! Tell me who this is."

An uncomfortable silence, before he could hear the voice suddenly speak. "Help!"

"I'd like to help you, but you have to tell me who you are."

"Me?"

"Yes! You!"

"But- it's coming."

"What's coming"?

"The eyes-evil eyes."

He could hear the other voice, so full of despair and helplessness and the irony here was that he was not being able to do something or understand anything. His instincts said that the person who was calling him was clearly in trouble. He could feel the cover beside him stir again, and when he turned his partner was awake, rubbing his eyes looking at him curiously. He quickly gesturing him to wait with his hands.

"Who is this?" He tried again.

"Dr. Schu?"

"Yes. Please, tell me your name."

"It hurts."

"What hurts?"

"My head… the voices… it kept talking… please make it stop… Help me… make it stop… I can't hold this any longer" Then he heard him screaming, a high pitch scream, full with pain and anguish. He bolted out from the bed, startling his partner.

He tried to calm the other person on the phone down, but his efforts seemed to be useless as he could hear that the other person had recoiled completely into his own nightmare. Maintaining the eerie whispers, repeating the word `Red' `Eyes' `Mud' as he held his own private dialogue, cursing the evil spirit that threatened to engulf his sanity until he could hear him sobbing, wounded in a pain-filled whisper.

Schuldig waited, unable to understand the whispers and rambling. His heartbeats hastened and as he heard the agonised rambling whispers, his body turned cold and he could feel himself shiver when he suddenly heard the man speak again.

"Dr?"

"Yes?"

"Tell it to stop hurting me - Please?"

"I want to help. Where are you?"

"It didn't want to stop, the voices, killing me, shouting at me!" He sobbed.

"Tell me where-"

"Garden… roses… Red."

"Where-?" Schuldig tried again but before he could end the sentence, the line went dead. He was lucky that his phone had a recording machine.

"Who was it, Schu?"

"I don't know, Yohji. I really don't know, but whoever it was, he seriously need help."

It was 4.00 am now and he had lost all traces of sleepiness and so had his partner. He switched on the light and rewound the tape to let him listen-

Yohji listened carefully, looking at Schuldig who was sweating. "Maybe it's nothing."

"It can't be Yohji-it can't be just nothing. He knew me and somehow I couldn't remember, but I swear I've heard that voice before. I recognised it but I just couldn't remember."

"Former patient?"

"Maybe, I'm going to the library to check on my files."

"Based on what? Voices?"

"I taped all my sessions with my patients, maybe I could recognise him from one of them."

Yohji got up and smiled at him. "I'll make you coffee."

"Thanks… What I'll ever do without you..."

Yohji walked towards Schuldig, tilted his head, lifting off the orange bangs that he constantly kept complaining annoyed him and gave him a kiss. "I don't know, you'd probably be lost."

"Uh-uh!"

Schuldig started to embrace Yohji tighter, when Yohji's phone started beeping. He watched his lover answering and saw his face change.

"What?"

"Homicide, not far from here. The whole family and their guests were slaughtered, hacked and sliced in their sleep."

"Such splendid morning news."

"I got to go."

"What about my coffee?"

Yohji grinned and kissed him while putting on his pants and hoisting his gun. "Guess you have to make it yourself."

"Guess I am." He smiled. "Be careful."

"Uh..huh!" With that, Yohji left the room.

Schuldig could hear the front door lock and walked himself towards the bathroom, washing his face and proceeded to the kitchen to make coffee before trying to make his brain works in remembering if any of his patients that had any resemblance to the voice that had called him tonight.

~TBC~