Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In another man's prison ❯ Qui sentit commodum sentire, debt at onus ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Hmm.. the usual.. that this characters does not belong to me…Weiss and Schwarz and all characters that related to them belong to Project Weiss and the story is just fictional.. et cetera.. et cetera…et cetera..

Note: The first few chapters will be the flashback of the story… so please bear with me… I try to make it more interesting when the future parts come…My english *shake head* not as good as others, therefore, I would re-post when my beta reader had corrected my grammar…

Note of thanks:

@ Pandora Thanks for your review and your friendship, thanks for the Japanese family name suggestion.. I chose Mikage.. it sounds.. sexy ^____^..Your fictions are my favorite.... I realized that most readers love Ran/Yohji pairing or Ran/Ken pairing..

@ Simply Kim Thank you for your review at mediaminer… I hope this part and others wont be boring… Gambling My Freedom Away is my favorite ^__^… it's full with humor and angst, I could never do that… *shake head*

@ Rini He..he..he… Jangan harap Yohji dapat Ran dalam cerita ini…. (this is my mother tongue language literally mean… In your dream that Yohji will have Ran in my fiction ^__^)

@ Shinomegami Waai!! danke..danke… ^____^

@ Aphrodite and Veera Yeah… another Crawford/Ran fan club..

Title: Qui sentit commodum sentire, debt at onus

"Mr. Fujimiya, I'm a busy man… and you are wasting my time… this is a simple proposition". Bradley Crawford look bored, very, very bored and a bored looking Crawford is not a good Crawford.

"This is my son… Mr. Crawford… My SON!!" the much older man voice getting frantic. He knows that the man in front of him is uncompromising… but... he is desperate, what the man desired is absurd and what is more important…. his son's future is definitely at stake.

"And your family lives…" Crawford added with a tone that crawled with corrupted glee in it." A quid pro quo… your son for your debts… I'm being reasonable here, besides do you ever heard this expression he who receives the advantage, must also suffer the burden*?"

"You are in that position, Mr. Fujimiya"

The older Fujimiya if he had known, he would never ever deal with this American foreigner but now… he knew that it was too late.

A ruthless bastard he is….

Crawford got up from his seat, taking out one of the finest Havana cigars from the box, cut its tip and lighting it. Inhaling it deep receiving in pleasure the way it filled his lungs, he looked out his luxurious office window on the breathtaking birds eye view of various shape of buildings constructed along the vicinity.

Ignoring the older man standing behind him, waiting patiently for him to decide. Crawford knew very well that the old man had no choice, his business was slow and his debts are heaping, in the edge on being declared bankrupt. Crawford knows how to manipulate people for his own selfish reasons and to gain profit from them. And… he always… ALWAYS achieved what he wished for. Money and power… The essence of success in life… Oh! and his precognition ability too.. For Crawford, there is no difference between people and things … they are meant to be manipulated and to be bent at his will.

And to hell with this old man to stand on his way.. He will, without any doubt eliminate those who dared and if this old man does, he will wipe him and his family off and still took his son away.

"I can't…. Mr. Crawford… please…I can't…. I beg you… ask anything in return but not my son, he is still young… full of promising life ahead of him… don't take away that life away from him… please" the old man pleaded, his voice chocked as he speaks.

Silence.

Crawford despised morality talks. It ruined his splendid days ahead. If moral is the issue here, he might as well attending the United Nation convention and listens to all their humanity and morality crap.

He turned around, eyes glaring with a metallic gleam at the old man. Under the fluorescent lights, his glasses had a glint that given him an eerily appearance.

"My decision is final, Mr. Fujimiya. I expect you to deliver your son this evening to my office or I will collect him myself" Crawford stern tone broke the silence between them. The old man couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Oh… and don't even think of any escape plans or doing something stupid along the line. You may run but you cannot hide, Mr. Fujimiya. I have eyes and ears everywhere. You do that… and I assure you it won't be a pretty sight when I'm finished dealing with you." Crawford leaned forward, hands reaching for the intercom.

"Yes, Mr. Crawford" a soft voice came across the intercom.

"Rika, kindly show Mr. Fujimiya the way out" removing his finger from the intercom, he looked at the old man "You may leave".

The door to his room opened and a beautiful young lady entered walking towards Mr. Fujimiya ushering the trembling old man out.

Crawford leaned comfortably on his chair. His obsession towards the young man began from a vision he received. A vision of a young man with a perfect feature, pleading, crying and begging underneath him. From that day onward he couldn't shake his mind off of the young man existence.

He had instructed his young assistant to do a thorough research of this young man via his vivid description and came out with a name… Fujimiya…

He had obtained all relevant information of this young man and his family, a small family, he observed. A father, mother and a younger sister…

The Fujimiya owned a small business that was currently cornered with huge competitors and the father is trying his very best to maintain his small business in this jungle world. Crawford had planned to bait this old man. An offer, which he cannot refuse. An offer, which will result the Fujimiya to surrender his son.

Crawford shut his eyes recalling the look of that young man from his vision.

Fujimiya Ran is a true remarkable creation of God.

Ran has a sensuous body. Tall, firm and slender.

His hair… a blaze of blood-red sun, enhanced with his captivating imperial amethyst eyes that Crawford ever seen in his entire existence of life.

The skin... he imagined, a velvety soft, silky and creamy…. and he couldn't help thinking how will it feel to have that skin pressed underneath him. With that thought Crawford shudders. He reminded himself for a cold shower. A very-very icy cold shower.

The young man has good disposition; Fujimiya had done a very good job in raising his son. Humble, fiercely shy, naïve, pure innocence and fragile.

An exquisite toy that meant to be broken.

Crawford's thin lips formed a small unrecognizable smile, the young man, beyond doubt without his father protection will be eaten alive by predators like him and vowed that he would be the first to have him.

"Dreaming yourself away… Crawford??" A familiar nasal voice clucked from his now wide open door.

Schuldig!!!

Rudely snapped out of his reverie, Crawford merely glanced at him. Damn that German telepath… can't he knock. He wished that there were an invention of special alarm or laser beam or something that specially designed to detect this intruding telepath.

However, this intruding telepath is also his most trusted right hand man along with his other two powerful assistants, the young researcher named Nagi and a derange Irishman called Farfello.

He got up from his seat and walked towards the bar located at the end of his lavished office and fixed himself a whiskey. He poured in another glass and offered it to Schuldig.

"Fresh meat? Schuldig took the offered glass from Crawford's hand and sauntered through the room towards the luxurious sofa, seating comfortably resting his leg on the coffee table.

"So… who is this fresh meat?"

He could be pretty annoying and nosy sometimes but Crawford knew Schuldig always get his job done. Crawford valued his efficiency and results.

"Fujimiya's son"

"The one with red hair??…. I see… you sure have an excellent taste when it comes to your bed toy … ne… Crawford… hmm… what about the others that you already possessed?"

"Still mine, of course" A thin smirk appeared from Crawford's lips.

"Greedy… greedy… greedy…."

"Why are you here? You're not here to discuss my latest bed toy. Do you?"

"Nien.. nien"

Putting his leg down, Schuldig reached his hand into his coat and handed over to Crawford an envelope marked STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL.

"This is the preliminary report on our competitors. It seems that we have a new player in town"

Crawford reached for the envelope, scanning and flipping through the documents digesting its contents.

"Mikage Corporation… Instruct Nagi to run a full search of this new player…not a single thing out…as for the others…. when it deemed necessary, do the necessary action"

Schuldig looked at him grinning. He loves the `necessary action' part. Necessary means to kill. Dealing death is his and Farfello's trade and what they excelled at. While he loved mind kill, Farfello preferred a slice and dice method. Looking at the eyes of near death human is an ultimate adrenaline rush.

"I need another favor from you.'

"Name it"

"Watch the Fujimiya family for me, if they try anything… get rid of them"

Schuldig's raised his eyebrow.

"Mr. Crawford"

A voice came over the intercom, interrupting their discussion.

Crawford got up and walked to his desk and switching the intercom button.

"What is it? I am in the middle of discussion"

"I'm sorry Mr. Crawford… there's a young gentleman here who wished to see you"

"If it's a salesman Rika, you know god damn well how to get rid of them…" Crawford growled at his secretary.

"He says it's urgent and insisted in seeing you now, Sir'

Crawford sighed. "Does this gentleman has a name"

"Fujimiya, Mr. Crawford… Fujimiya Ran"

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Note:

* `He who receives the advantage, must also suffer the burden' this is the translation for the Latin title that I used for this Chapter. It's one of the law maxims ^__^

Credits:

I cant help but to use the famous statement by Adam from Mutant X.

Fuuma: So.. you posted without it being review by our beta reader??

Me: Uhuh.. *nodding* I hope the story make sense....

Fuuma: *hand me an umbrella.. a BIG one*

Me: I know… I know…. *and getting ready for any rotten fruits from all the wise readers and experience author and authoresses*.