Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cocoon of Lies ❯ meetings (Nagi) ( Chapter 3 )

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Warnings: homosexual themes, language, drugs use, non graphic sex, pseudo sex, very strong violence, OOC-ness, supernatural themes, death, (mental) bond, horror, blood and gore and everything like such.

Meetings (Nagi)

It just doesn't seem right, no matter which way Schuldich put it. I'm not 18 yet and I shouldn't be going to one of those places.

Schuldich is looking at me restlessly, "Oh come on Nagi. Just for tonight and I'll never drag you to a nightclub again."

"Why are you being so persistent?" I ask him. "Can't you wait for another two months?"

"That doesn't make any difference." Schuldich batters his eyelashes at me; I try hard not to vomit. "Oh please… you're beginning to sound like Crawford."

"Good." I retort. I hate any mentioning of my former career as a member of Schwartz.

"Alright, you want it the hard way? I'll give you the hard way." He is beside me in a second and picked me up.

"Let go!" I start to panic, Nagi's survival rule number one, never piss off Schuldich. "Where are you taking me?"

"A place you'll grow to love." He throws me into the Mercedes Benz we own. "You just wait and see." We race off into the heart of Tokyo.

The nightclub is buzzing when we enter it. I had no problem getting into the place even if I looked 14. Thanks to a little hallucination done Schuldich, who is now ordering some French alcohol that was obviously strong and expensive, however we got it for free, thanks to telepathy again.

I look around my surrounding. To my left barely more than 1 inch two guys were in a deep embrace, and I refuse to notice where their hands are. To my right Schu is holding out a glass of clear liquid, I take it and sip a little, the effect was overwhelming.

"What did you put in it?" I ask angrily. The noise of the place was so loud I had to shout.

"Something you'll grow to love." He laughed.

I watch in silence as a woman in sticky tape clothing approaches Schu and run her hand up his thigh, he laughs harshly again and leads the woman to the dance floor. Calling something to me that meant enjoy your time in his twisted language.

I sigh, as if. The guys on my left accidentally brush my arm, and I turn away in disgust. Leaving the bar, I try to find a place to sit, and approach a table only occupied by a blond boy facing away from me.

"Is this seat taken?" I ask.

He shakes his head almost absently as I set my cup down and sit. He ignores my presence and continues staring at the dance floor. I follow his gaze to see Schuldich dancing with a guy in red and black. They make quite a couple.

"Waiting for someone?" I ask after a moment of silence, bored.

"Yes," he inhales, then breathes out slowly. "But he doesn't know that I am."

"Sounds serious." I comment, "You have a crush for her?"

"It's a him." He's still faced away from me, so I have no idea what his expression is. I don't despise homosexuals, for I'm not exactly totally straighter than a ruler is either. But I couldn't understand how there could be romantic feelings between two males.

We remain silent for the next five songs. Until Schuldich sees me and waves at me, I roll my eyes. Instead I hear a hiss from my silent companion, "Schwartz."

I stare at him in awe. After our sudden disappearance a little less than 3 years ago, I didn't expect anyone to remember us.

Schuldich drags a chair and sit beside me, pulling his partner onto his lap. He meets a reasonable amount of resistance before giving up. "Nagi, you remember Abyssinian?" He asks as he draws another chair for the redhead.

I stare at the redhead in shock. "What are you trying to pull Schuldich?"

"Stop scowling Nagi." He tells me, "I met him on the dance floor, besides, we aren't exactly enemies now are we?"

"Mastermind! Prodigy!" I hear a hiss beside me; I turn and gasp in surprise.

"Omi? What are you doing here?" Abyssinian asks.

It's the youngest member of Weiss, the blond one. Suddenly memories come rushing back to me.

********Flashback**********

"The building is going to collapse in 30 seconds! Evacuate." I moved at the command by Crawford. Carefully slipping through corridors so I could avoid any guards. I was on my third flight of stairs when 10 of them came running up to me.

I used my powers to push them down, but not before a bullet was planted firmly into my right shoulder, I fell towards them in pain, shooting at them and strangling them with my powers.

I pushed past them and ran towards the doors of the building, but before I could get there I collapsed with someone, and before we could get up the building was falling around us. I used my mental powers to hold up the pieces as the whole building came crashing onto us. I felt my powers drain and passed out

Somehow he must have dragged me into a hollow of some kind because when I looked up, it was dark and the only light I could see was his torch. He was attending my wounds.

I studied the face of my rescuer; he must be around the same age as me for he looked so childish and innocent. His concentrated so hard that he didn't notice I was awake. I felt his hands secure the bandage around my shoulder before I spoke up.

"Who are you?"

He looked at me in surprise; "Good you're awake. Don't move that arm for 3 days and it should be all right, make sure you go to a doctor and get your stitches off by next Wednesday."

"Who are you?"

"I'm going to turn off this torch now, hold my hand so we won't lose each other." With that, we were left in pitch darkness.

I repeated my question. And this time he answered, "I'm Weiss."

I nearly let go of the hand; here I am lying on my enemy's lap, which I discovered just then, and clinging to his hand for dear life. I felt him move as he pulled away his legs and replaced them with something thinner, I discovered it was his arm. I felt his body lying down next to mine and blushed.

I absently wounded my arm around his waist and held him close, and even naturally drifted off into sleep in his arms.

When I woke the next day he was gone, and I was back lying in my own room, the only thing that reminded me it wasn't a dream was my throbbing arm

*******End of flashback*******