Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chaos Came Early ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: KD Sarge 
In the beginning, there was Crawford. But that was too damn quiet.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.02.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
In the beginning, there was Crawford. But that was too damn quiet.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.02.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Like I need something else in the works.
This may be a one-shot. But knowing me, I doubt it.
****
“Here.” The man hefted a thick manila folder in thick German fingers. “A great lot of good it will do you, I’m sure.”
Crawford let the triumph wash over him, controlling his breathing to keep it from showing. His first victory, he would choose his team, not take whatever worn-out fools Essett felt like foisting on him.
There was no name on the file. But inside was the boy, the flame-haired boy from the gable, smirking for the camera. One photo, a sparse bio with a false name on it, and a lot of discipline reports. If they were going to give him partial information–
“What is his name?”
“Schuldig.”
“That isn’t–“
”It is the only one he will answer.” The fat bastard pulled a drawer out and put his feet on it, picked a chocolate from the crystal bowl on his desk. “He is a wild child, beyond reason or logic. You will never tame him, if that is what you are thinking.”
“Is he insane, then?” That wouldn’t necessarily rule him out of Crawford’s plans, but an insane telepath would be a lot more work–
“Define ‘sane,’” Stein said with a grin. “He is saner than most telepaths.”
“Whatever that means,” Crawford growled. Stein smirked agreement, though he was also a telepath. He pulled something from the drawer by his elbow, shoved it across the desk. “You’ll need this.”
Crawford caught it as it slid off the edge. Candy. A package of Gummi Bears. “Should I toss him treats when he follows his training?”
“Medical report, under all the discipline notes.” Stein waggled a finger. “Frau Sanchez would be highly disappointed, young man, you should have read the file completely.”
“Yes, Herr Stein.” When he destroyed this place, Stein would be–seventh? Yes, he was on seven–seventh up against the wall. The only debate was whether he would kill the man himself, or allow his telepath to do it. Training under this arschloch had to have been intolerable.
His telepath. The first, all-important step of a long journey, his telepath–
“Sane.” Stein went back to his lecture. “I know what has you drooling, boy, he’s the most powerful telepath not hiding under his bed screaming about the voices. But you’ve let that power blind you. He’s not hiding under his bed yet, it’s only a matter of time. Even now that power is next to useless. His compliance training failed completely, it is a wonder he was permitted to live.” He waved at the Gummi Bears. “If it weren’t for those, he most certainly would not have been.”
Crawford cursed the need and yielded to necessity and re-opened the file. Medical–his eyebrows shot up. “He took himself off the pills? Twice?”
“And nearly died, both times. He has an incredible hatred of and resistance to authority.” Stein smirked with chocolate-stained lips. “That would be you. He will kill you.”
“I am aware that is your belief.” He didn’t have to tame Schuldig, just aim him. That was what these fools did not comprehend, and that was why he would bring them down. They thought they could own Schuldig, could own him?
Stein chuckled. “My belief. The wisdom of age, foolish prat. He is at least as arrogant as you, if you do not kill him–and I do know your restraint, so I find that unlikely–he will kill you. He has no restraint.”
“Losing me would grieve you immensely, I’m sure.”
“Do send me an invitation to the funeral.”
“When will I meet him?”
“Now.” Stein pushed a button on his phone. The door slammed open.
“You were called and you’ll go, you little–Hurensohn! Bite me, will you?” The looming figure swatted the boy before Crawford could decide to intervene, the boy bounced away and flipped him off. Herr Stein waved a hand.
“Be grateful, Bernhard, that may be the last time you deal with this little ingrate. Go back to your duties.”
“Last time? Should have been the last time the first time,” the man growled, but walked back for the door. Schuldig straightened his jacket and smirked. Bernhard seemed to mistake where the door was, and walked into the wall.
“Schuldig,” Stein warned. Bernhard found his way cursing out the door. The wild child smirked wider. Willow-thin and burning bright, if his Talent truly matched his spirit–Crawford got that jolt again, the one that told him this was right, this was fate. With this one, he would destroy Essett. And anyone and anything else he felt like.
“Emil!” his telepath gushed. “You missed me! And–ooh, a new playmate!” Too fast, the boy was circling Crawford, looking him over like he was a bachelor on auction. “My, my, Christmas came early this year!”
Take control, Crawford told himself, he needed to–he had not been prepared for the sheer presence of the boy. Beautiful and Talented and quick-thinking, and if Crawford didn’t take control he would always be fighting not to be mistaken for carpeting.
“Hello, Schuldig.” He held out his hand, though most telepaths didn’t like to be touched. He would not start out catering to such things. “I’m Crawford. You’ve been assigned to my team.”
The elfin face darkened, then the smirk returned.
“Lucky me.” Schuldig took his hand, but held it rather than shook as he peered into Crawford’s face. Crawford stared into his telepath’s eyes and wondered how they could be that blue and what the hell was wrong with him, this was not the impression he wanted to make on this first and most important subordinate–
Who was trying to read his mind! He forced a smile.
“Don’t try to read me, Schuldig. You don’t need the headache.”
“There is always a way in,” the wild child murmured. He still held Crawford’s hand as his face saddened. “I’m on your team? Will you help me, then?”
Crawford blinked and reminded himself how young the boy actually was. He could do gentle when he had to. “What do you need, Schuldig?”
“I lost my virginity,” the boy announced. “Can I have yours?”
Do not laugh! Do not show surprise, and answer now.
“You weren’t using it anyway. I’m sure we can find something much more amusing to occupy you.”
“Asian triplets? Thai food? World domination?”
Oh yes. This one.
“The possibilities,” Crawford promised, “are endless.”
******
I “discovered” Schu writing Nothing Ventured. Now he’s like a favorite toy, I just can’t put him down for long. Poor me...
This may be a one-shot. But knowing me, I doubt it.
****
“Here.” The man hefted a thick manila folder in thick German fingers. “A great lot of good it will do you, I’m sure.”
Crawford let the triumph wash over him, controlling his breathing to keep it from showing. His first victory, he would choose his team, not take whatever worn-out fools Essett felt like foisting on him.
There was no name on the file. But inside was the boy, the flame-haired boy from the gable, smirking for the camera. One photo, a sparse bio with a false name on it, and a lot of discipline reports. If they were going to give him partial information–
“What is his name?”
“Schuldig.”
“That isn’t–“
”It is the only one he will answer.” The fat bastard pulled a drawer out and put his feet on it, picked a chocolate from the crystal bowl on his desk. “He is a wild child, beyond reason or logic. You will never tame him, if that is what you are thinking.”
“Is he insane, then?” That wouldn’t necessarily rule him out of Crawford’s plans, but an insane telepath would be a lot more work–
“Define ‘sane,’” Stein said with a grin. “He is saner than most telepaths.”
“Whatever that means,” Crawford growled. Stein smirked agreement, though he was also a telepath. He pulled something from the drawer by his elbow, shoved it across the desk. “You’ll need this.”
Crawford caught it as it slid off the edge. Candy. A package of Gummi Bears. “Should I toss him treats when he follows his training?”
“Medical report, under all the discipline notes.” Stein waggled a finger. “Frau Sanchez would be highly disappointed, young man, you should have read the file completely.”
“Yes, Herr Stein.” When he destroyed this place, Stein would be–seventh? Yes, he was on seven–seventh up against the wall. The only debate was whether he would kill the man himself, or allow his telepath to do it. Training under this arschloch had to have been intolerable.
His telepath. The first, all-important step of a long journey, his telepath–
“Sane.” Stein went back to his lecture. “I know what has you drooling, boy, he’s the most powerful telepath not hiding under his bed screaming about the voices. But you’ve let that power blind you. He’s not hiding under his bed yet, it’s only a matter of time. Even now that power is next to useless. His compliance training failed completely, it is a wonder he was permitted to live.” He waved at the Gummi Bears. “If it weren’t for those, he most certainly would not have been.”
Crawford cursed the need and yielded to necessity and re-opened the file. Medical–his eyebrows shot up. “He took himself off the pills? Twice?”
“And nearly died, both times. He has an incredible hatred of and resistance to authority.” Stein smirked with chocolate-stained lips. “That would be you. He will kill you.”
“I am aware that is your belief.” He didn’t have to tame Schuldig, just aim him. That was what these fools did not comprehend, and that was why he would bring them down. They thought they could own Schuldig, could own him?
Stein chuckled. “My belief. The wisdom of age, foolish prat. He is at least as arrogant as you, if you do not kill him–and I do know your restraint, so I find that unlikely–he will kill you. He has no restraint.”
“Losing me would grieve you immensely, I’m sure.”
“Do send me an invitation to the funeral.”
“When will I meet him?”
“Now.” Stein pushed a button on his phone. The door slammed open.
“You were called and you’ll go, you little–Hurensohn! Bite me, will you?” The looming figure swatted the boy before Crawford could decide to intervene, the boy bounced away and flipped him off. Herr Stein waved a hand.
“Be grateful, Bernhard, that may be the last time you deal with this little ingrate. Go back to your duties.”
“Last time? Should have been the last time the first time,” the man growled, but walked back for the door. Schuldig straightened his jacket and smirked. Bernhard seemed to mistake where the door was, and walked into the wall.
“Schuldig,” Stein warned. Bernhard found his way cursing out the door. The wild child smirked wider. Willow-thin and burning bright, if his Talent truly matched his spirit–Crawford got that jolt again, the one that told him this was right, this was fate. With this one, he would destroy Essett. And anyone and anything else he felt like.
“Emil!” his telepath gushed. “You missed me! And–ooh, a new playmate!” Too fast, the boy was circling Crawford, looking him over like he was a bachelor on auction. “My, my, Christmas came early this year!”
Take control, Crawford told himself, he needed to–he had not been prepared for the sheer presence of the boy. Beautiful and Talented and quick-thinking, and if Crawford didn’t take control he would always be fighting not to be mistaken for carpeting.
“Hello, Schuldig.” He held out his hand, though most telepaths didn’t like to be touched. He would not start out catering to such things. “I’m Crawford. You’ve been assigned to my team.”
The elfin face darkened, then the smirk returned.
“Lucky me.” Schuldig took his hand, but held it rather than shook as he peered into Crawford’s face. Crawford stared into his telepath’s eyes and wondered how they could be that blue and what the hell was wrong with him, this was not the impression he wanted to make on this first and most important subordinate–
Who was trying to read his mind! He forced a smile.
“Don’t try to read me, Schuldig. You don’t need the headache.”
“There is always a way in,” the wild child murmured. He still held Crawford’s hand as his face saddened. “I’m on your team? Will you help me, then?”
Crawford blinked and reminded himself how young the boy actually was. He could do gentle when he had to. “What do you need, Schuldig?”
“I lost my virginity,” the boy announced. “Can I have yours?”
Do not laugh! Do not show surprise, and answer now.
“You weren’t using it anyway. I’m sure we can find something much more amusing to occupy you.”
“Asian triplets? Thai food? World domination?”
Oh yes. This one.
“The possibilities,” Crawford promised, “are endless.”
******
I “discovered” Schu writing Nothing Ventured. Now he’s like a favorite toy, I just can’t put him down for long. Poor me...