Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Broken ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Author's Note: This is it, my first attempt at Weiss Kreuz fan fiction.. Hope you'll enjoy it! Reviews are always welcome! Many thanks to my beta-reader ko-chan, who persuaded me to go online with this story!

Disclaimer: None of the boys belong to me, they all belong to somebody else! I'll return them as neat and well mannered as I have found them..

Broken

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//Brad.//

The soft voice startled him for a moment and he looked up from his papers, almost turning in his seat to look for the speaker, although he already knew that there was nobody. He was alone in his room, as usual. And yet, someone was with him, someone he hadn't spoken to in a long time. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes, concentrating on formulating an appropriate answer.

//So you're not dead then.//

It came out 'sounding' harsher than he had meant to, but he could already feel a familiar amusement creep across the mental link, even though it felt somewhat dulled.

//No, I'm not dead. What about you?//

The faint smile stayed on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands calmly in front of his chest.

//I'm still here, Schu. As usual.//

//Farfarello and the kid okay?//

Schuldig had always cared for them, always kept an eye on them, even though he had known that they were capable of looking after themselves. Just like the two of them had watched over him in return, keeping him out of trouble as best as they could. He'd never quite understood how that agreement had worked. It just had.

The last year had been pretty hard for them.

//They are okay. Prodigy's grown a few inches, won't be long till his change of voice. Farfarello has become somewhat peaceful these days.//

This time he could almost hear a soft chuckle.

//That's good, that's really good. What about yourself?//

That was a new one, Schuldig had rarely asked him how he was and normally he would have shrugged the question off had he done it, it was irrelevant how he felt. But right now it wasn't normal, this was far from anything he would have seen as daily routine.

//I keep things going, as usual, Schu.//

//That's.. fine, I guess. Did you.. did you get a.. replacement?//

The thought was accompanied by a feeling of jealousy and something he couldn't identify at first. Regret? He frowned slightly and leaned forward in his chair as he would have done would Schuldig be standing in front of him. Something about his friend's mental voice didn't seem right, he sounded different. Tired.

//We looked everywhere for you, we couldn't find you. After three months we were assigned a new member. He has been helpful, he's a skilled man.//

Schuldig kept quiet for a moment and he almost feared that he wouldn't say anything after this, but then the voice was back, though it was still unnaturally composed and quiet.

//I figured that much. Another telepath?//

He frowned even more and shook his head slightly, this didn't sound like Schuldig at all. He would have expected the redhead to growl at him or give him one of his rude comments, even direct a mind slam at him, but not this resigned sigh.

//You know I can't tell you that, Schuldig, you're not part of the team anymore.//

At first he thought the connection had been cut off, he didn't hear anything from the German for a full three minutes, but then a weary voice sounded again.

//I know that, Brad, I'm sorry.//

He'd always known that Schuldig would one day be the one to break down his carefully erected wall he hid his feelings behind, the anger when something went wrong, the frustration about life in general, hell, even the pleasure about something that he really liked. He was a man like everyone else, he had feelings, he just didn't like showing them to everybody. And yes, he could get angry. Very angry indeed.

Especially when he had spent a fucking YEAR getting worried sick about somebody who was the closest to what he would call a friend.

He demanded answers.

//What happened?//

This time he was sure that Schuldig had ended their conversation, the silence stretched out for at least ten minutes, before a very small, tired voice answered him. And he almost wished it hadn't.

//They broke me.//

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The end (for now ;)