Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Closer to the Wall of Confessions ❯ Installment #1 ( Chapter 1 )

Closer to the Wall of Confessions

night's mission had been a complete and utter ... bitch, one might say. Schwartz had already been at the target's location and Berserker was seemingly doing Weiss's job, for he was straddling the poor bastard, cutting his face off while quoting the Bible. There was an almost joyful look on Berserker's face, his smile and lone eye beaming at the bleeding and pleading man beneath him. Then everything changed. The victim had tried to bribe the murderous demons into letting him go. He did this all in vain, for a moment later the man rolled to his knees and screeched the Savior's name into the night. He then fell limp and Mastermind said something that sounded like, "... Fucking scum, trying to beg and .... burn in Hell." He must have swipted the man into a vegetated state because after checking his still breathing form, Oracle pulled out his gun and finished the job with a shot to the temple.
had Schwartz killed Weiss's target, when they were paid to protect him? It didn't make any sense to Ran as he stripped and stepped into a cold shower. Everything seemed the same as any of the other times Weiss had run into Schwartz. Abyssian vs. Oracle, Balinese vs. Mastermind, Siberian vs. Berserker, and Bombay vs. Prodigy. Ran began soaking his fierce mane while thinking of when Schwartz had turned to leave and he'd seen the precog glance over his shoulder and smile at him. What was that all about? Brad, er....Oracle had never done that before. He'd always been the smuggest man Ran knew of, even more so than Youji. He had always found the American alluring in a sense because of it. He had a right to be confident, not just anyone could see the future. But he wasn't always right, Fate could be altered, everything could be, well, almost everything.
finished shampooing his hair and began to wash his thin form when he noticed that he had a bit of a stiff. What the Hell? He hadn't been aroused in months, why now? Again he thought back to Crawford. Ran would never admit it out loud or to Schuldich telepathically, but he found the precog quite handsome. Ran had known he was gay since one of his weekly visits with Aya-chan. A well busted nurse had approached him in his dazed state and touched his shoulder. She giggled and blew him a kiss upon her leave and it was then that he realized it. Every woman and small girl reminded him of his sister, of what she'd been like before the accident and what she may one day be like if she would just open her eyes and get out of the bed.
his thoughts dying down, he noticed his member no longer stood erect and rinsed his body to get out of the shower. He dried himself off and wrapped the damp towel around his waist just before Ken stumbled in through Ran's door. He glared at the brunette as he straightened himself. When done, he eyed Ran carefully and ignored the usual death glare on his leader's face. "Manx is here. She wants to bitch at us for letting Schwartz do all the work for us." Ran rolled his eyes and turned away, searching for some clean clothes. "Tell her... that I've gone out." " Gone out?" Ken stuttered, " This is important, we have to figure out how Schwartz beats us to the punch everytime, or else we'll be out of work." Ran looked at the younger man, fighting to find the right words. "Ken, please, ... cover for me this once. I need a night to myself." The brunette went slack jawed, Ran, the tireless assassin had actually said please , he knew something was wrong. "Okay, just this time. But you owe me big time." "Fine, whatever." The red head turn to Ken, put a hand on his shoulder, and leaned to Ken's left ear. "Ken, ..." he whispered, his hot breath rolling over the soccer player's neck, " would you like to watch or are you going to let me change in the privacy of my room?" At those words the tanned male blushed a rosey color and nodded dumbly before walking out the door and closing it behind him.