Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chains ❯ Hassle Me ( Chapter 99 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 182 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 182 | Status: Work In Progress
Truant Author’s Note: Well, I’m finally back with an update, and forgoing extended explanations, just wanted to let you all know that there’s lots of plot in the works for the next chapter!
Chapter Ninety-Nine: Hassle Me
Aya thought Yohji would laugh at him, certainly wouldn’t believe him, so he chose his words carefully. Or, at least, he tried to.
“They’re not normal.”
“No shit,” the blonde returned.
“I…they’re…they have…”
“What?”
“They know things, can do things. My keeper…he…”
How could he tell Yohji that Schuldig read thoughts? It sounded ridiculous even in his own head, but that made it no less true. With effort, Aya kept his eyes on Yohji’s and said as calmly as he could manage.
“He can tell what you’re thinking.”
There was a pause. Yohji sighed.
“Aya, I’m sure it seems like that to you, but he’s just a guy. They’ve made you think this way, and it’s not your fault, but you’ve got to realize they’re just people.”
Was that true? Aya didn’t think so. He could remember the tingling feel of Schuldig entering his mind, the accented voice that spoke to him, the pain he could cause. He remembered being held in place by the boy, Nagi, but not being touched by him. And hadn’t he seen them all move so fast?
“You weren’t in good shape, Aya. No telling what drugs they were giving you, and all the shit they had to be making you believe. Trust me, they’re just men, and you can protect yourself against them.”
Yohji got up. He was reaching again, and Aya was busy thinking so he missed the motion until he felt hands on the back of his neck. The collar.
He jerked away, twisting in the seat to face the blonde. No. If he took that off, Schuldig would come and Crawford would hurt her. No.
Yohji must have seen it in his face, because he sighed again.
“Aya,” he said softly, “if you don’t start believing this, then everything we’ve done is useless. You’re not a slave; you don’t have to wear that. Take it off.”
“I can’t.”
~*~
Aya sat alone in the mission room trying to decide.
Not about the collar, he knew well enough to leave that alone. Schuldig had been here once, getting in despite Yohji’s assurances that no one could. But…Aya hadn’t been well then either. Now, though, could he manage to fight the other off?
No, he didn’t think so. He was sure, well, mostly sure, that he wasn’t imagining the powers Crawford and Schuldig had. True, he had been drugged from time to time, but, as far as he remembered, not on a regular basis. And Schuldig had known things…or appeared to know things. And he spoke in German…which Aya also knew. Was it real?
He shook his head to clear it, realizing that a headache had started to form.
Yohji wanted him to fight back, and Aya tried to picture a situation where he did that. Yes, there was great satisfaction in the thought of running his sword through Schuldig and especially Crawford, but even the thought made him uncomfortable. It didn’t matter if he had imagined part of it, the real fact was that they had his sister. There was no way Aya could fight back, not while Aya-chan was leveled against him.
~*~
Schuldig gasped, trying to smile even as the air was knocked from his lungs. The expression wavered as Crawford slammed him hard, again, against the office wall.
“Where is he?”
“Who?” he asked, smirking in a way he knew infuriated the other. Still, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of being contrite.
“Listen to me, Mastermind,” Crawford said coldly, face close to Schuldig’s. “If you continue to play this game, I will kill you. You are not as irreplaceable as you seem to think.”
That was bullshit. There was no one with anything near his abilities, at least, not as far as he had ever seen. But that didn’t mean Bradley couldn’t make his life rather miserable.
“If you don’t tell me this instant, I will go get him without you.”
With shit like that. Well, he certainly couldn’t let Bradley get his hands on the kätzchen all by himself.
“He’s safe. With friends.”
The chilling gold stare demanded he continue, so Schuldig lingered in the pause, faking a cough.
“I found him a nice litter, plenty of other kitties to play with.”
It took barely a second, then Crawford’s eyes widened in understanding, like something major had just clicked into place. Using his hold on the redhead’s collar, he yanked Schuldig forward before throwing him to the floor and kicking him hard in the chest. He paused, seemed to think, then kicked again, the toe of his brown loafer digging hard against Schuldig’s sternum. That hurt.
“Get up,” Crawford demanded. “We have to fix this.”
Green eyes scanned the room as he lay still for a moment longer. Crawford was taking something from his briefcase near the desk, Nagi lingering in the doorway, and Farfarello, closer, crouching over him to brush back his bangs, an odd expression on his face as he leaned close.
“Told you,” he whispered.
“Shut up,” Schuldig demanded, shoving him away as he sat up. “Back off.”
Farfarello just smiled at him.
~tbc~
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Chapter Ninety-Nine: Hassle Me
Aya thought Yohji would laugh at him, certainly wouldn’t believe him, so he chose his words carefully. Or, at least, he tried to.
“They’re not normal.”
“No shit,” the blonde returned.
“I…they’re…they have…”
“What?”
“They know things, can do things. My keeper…he…”
How could he tell Yohji that Schuldig read thoughts? It sounded ridiculous even in his own head, but that made it no less true. With effort, Aya kept his eyes on Yohji’s and said as calmly as he could manage.
“He can tell what you’re thinking.”
There was a pause. Yohji sighed.
“Aya, I’m sure it seems like that to you, but he’s just a guy. They’ve made you think this way, and it’s not your fault, but you’ve got to realize they’re just people.”
Was that true? Aya didn’t think so. He could remember the tingling feel of Schuldig entering his mind, the accented voice that spoke to him, the pain he could cause. He remembered being held in place by the boy, Nagi, but not being touched by him. And hadn’t he seen them all move so fast?
“You weren’t in good shape, Aya. No telling what drugs they were giving you, and all the shit they had to be making you believe. Trust me, they’re just men, and you can protect yourself against them.”
Yohji got up. He was reaching again, and Aya was busy thinking so he missed the motion until he felt hands on the back of his neck. The collar.
He jerked away, twisting in the seat to face the blonde. No. If he took that off, Schuldig would come and Crawford would hurt her. No.
Yohji must have seen it in his face, because he sighed again.
“Aya,” he said softly, “if you don’t start believing this, then everything we’ve done is useless. You’re not a slave; you don’t have to wear that. Take it off.”
“I can’t.”
~*~
Aya sat alone in the mission room trying to decide.
Not about the collar, he knew well enough to leave that alone. Schuldig had been here once, getting in despite Yohji’s assurances that no one could. But…Aya hadn’t been well then either. Now, though, could he manage to fight the other off?
No, he didn’t think so. He was sure, well, mostly sure, that he wasn’t imagining the powers Crawford and Schuldig had. True, he had been drugged from time to time, but, as far as he remembered, not on a regular basis. And Schuldig had known things…or appeared to know things. And he spoke in German…which Aya also knew. Was it real?
He shook his head to clear it, realizing that a headache had started to form.
Yohji wanted him to fight back, and Aya tried to picture a situation where he did that. Yes, there was great satisfaction in the thought of running his sword through Schuldig and especially Crawford, but even the thought made him uncomfortable. It didn’t matter if he had imagined part of it, the real fact was that they had his sister. There was no way Aya could fight back, not while Aya-chan was leveled against him.
~*~
Schuldig gasped, trying to smile even as the air was knocked from his lungs. The expression wavered as Crawford slammed him hard, again, against the office wall.
“Where is he?”
“Who?” he asked, smirking in a way he knew infuriated the other. Still, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of being contrite.
“Listen to me, Mastermind,” Crawford said coldly, face close to Schuldig’s. “If you continue to play this game, I will kill you. You are not as irreplaceable as you seem to think.”
That was bullshit. There was no one with anything near his abilities, at least, not as far as he had ever seen. But that didn’t mean Bradley couldn’t make his life rather miserable.
“If you don’t tell me this instant, I will go get him without you.”
With shit like that. Well, he certainly couldn’t let Bradley get his hands on the kätzchen all by himself.
“He’s safe. With friends.”
The chilling gold stare demanded he continue, so Schuldig lingered in the pause, faking a cough.
“I found him a nice litter, plenty of other kitties to play with.”
It took barely a second, then Crawford’s eyes widened in understanding, like something major had just clicked into place. Using his hold on the redhead’s collar, he yanked Schuldig forward before throwing him to the floor and kicking him hard in the chest. He paused, seemed to think, then kicked again, the toe of his brown loafer digging hard against Schuldig’s sternum. That hurt.
“Get up,” Crawford demanded. “We have to fix this.”
Green eyes scanned the room as he lay still for a moment longer. Crawford was taking something from his briefcase near the desk, Nagi lingering in the doorway, and Farfarello, closer, crouching over him to brush back his bangs, an odd expression on his face as he leaned close.
“Told you,” he whispered.
“Shut up,” Schuldig demanded, shoving him away as he sat up. “Back off.”
Farfarello just smiled at him.
~tbc~
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