Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Interlude 7 ( Chapter 14 )

Author's Notes: All Weiss Kreutz stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the lucky bastards who do own them. I make absolutely nothing off this except gratification of my own sick and twisted desires. The song snippet is by Enigma and all rights apply to them.

 

Thanks goes to Race for beta-ing this for me. You are a doll.

 

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Interlude 7

 

In The Shadow, In The Light - Enigma from the album `Voyageur'

 

I promise you, for all my life
I'll be always by your side
In the shadow, in the light.

 

~Schuldig~

 

I pried my eyes open and bit back a groan. My mouth was drier than the Sahara on a summer day and the nomads were pitching tents inside my skull - I could feel them hammering the stakes in. No fair to have a terminal hangover when I hadn't had a drop to drink. On the up side, I had a warm body pressed against my chest and I felt fingers stroking gently through my hair. It was soothing and relaxing and I considered closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation. There was something bothering me, though, something had happened. I looked up to find Yohji watching me and my breath caught in my throat.

 

Yohji was the same but somehow different, too. He looked even more beautiful than ever before; radiant and full of Life. I opened my mouth to ask him what happened when he shook his head and looked down at Aya snuggled between us. He brought his finger to his lips in a shushing motion before motioning with his head to the seating area across the room.

 

I carefully untangled myself from the two of them and quietly left the bed. In spite of the throbbing in my head and the dry mouth, I felt fantastic. Invincible.

 

Yohji had already lit a cigarette and offered me one before taking a seat on the couch. I took it and sucked gratefully on it as I tried to figure out what had happened.

 

“Can you tell me what the fuck happened Schu? That…whatever it is in me that boosts you and Aya grew until it hurt. It felt like it exploded through me when I came that last time. You seemed drunk before you passed out and Aya was higher than a fucking kite and damn near bouncing off the walls. He finally crashed hard about half an hour ago.”

 

I frowned as I ran a mental check over myself. Everything seemed okay. The nicotine had done its job and the headache was almost gone now. I stretched out to my limits mentally, only to pull back so fast I almost gave myself mental whiplash. My hands shook as I drew smoke deeply into my lungs. My range had easily tripled. It had been good before but I could now cover a sizable chunk of the entire city. Turning my attention to Aya, I slipped into his brain so easily it almost scared me. Even in sleep, Aya had barriers up against my casual intrusion, but they were like spider webs to me now.

 

Aya's thoughts were winding down from the chaotic whirl they had been in since Yohji's Talent went critical. His natural talents were boosted higher than ever and there was a flavour in his mind that I had tasted before among hardcore drug users. He was going to feel like shit when he woke up.

 

“Schu? What did you mean when you said over-charge?”

 

I wracked my brain, trying to remember when I'd said that, until it finally clicked into place. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the couch. When I had said it, I was working from a part of my brain that understood how this whole Talent of Yohji's worked on an instinctual level. It didn't happen often and I couldn't explain how I just seemed to know some of this crap, but I was always grateful for the little snippets of information. Brad called it ancestral memory and said that it was probably because I was so intimately involved with Yohji that I got these little flashes of insight. He had sounded jealous when he told me about it. You'd think that seeing the future would be enough for the guy without wanting to know the past, too.

 

“You're like a battery, right?” I waited for his nod before continuing. “We can drain some of your Talent and need to replace it by re-charging you. Brad has theorized that because you're involved with two lovers at the same time that you're getting more of a re-charge than you normally would with just one lover. He thinks that's why your other Talent is getting stronger.”

 

“Yeah, makes sense in a way. But I've been in bed with both of you lots of times and nothing like this ever happened before.”

 

“You've also never been kept hovering on the edge of orgasm like you were today, have you?”

 

Yohji shook his head. “I feel strong, Schu. And alert. Like I could hear a fly fart at fifty paces and take it out before it knew what hit it. I can feel stuff from Aya and you even stronger than before. I don't even have to try and concentrate. This is seriously freaking me out.”

 

“I think that being so sexually charged for the entire day and then what we did here just…built up everything. We kept charging you up but never took any of the energy. You may have had multiple orgasms before but that was when your Talent was dormant. Brad did kinda warn me about this, but I thought he was full of shit.”

 

“How or maybe why did we all get hard again so fast? None of us should have been able to get it up again that quick. And that last orgasm. It was…like nothing I've ever felt before.” His voice was almost reverent.

 

“Ach, I don't know. Brad would probably have some ideas. Maybe it was the best way to release the extra energy without hurting you? I don't remember taking the energy from you. It was more like it poured into me and I don't think I'd have been able to stop it if I had tried. Whatever the reason, it was fantastic.”

 

Yohji smiled at that before a serious look passed over his face. “Aya said something when he was - I guess high from the unexpected boost is the best way to put it. He said he loved us and you said we knew that before you passed out. Want to explain anything to me?”

 

Fuck.

 

I really didn't need this. I was tempted to wake Aya up to let him deal with it. He probably hadn't meant to say it. I don't think Aya had ever smoked up in his life never mind do some hardcore shit like it felt he had in his head. Yohji's power surge must have given him a high like he'd never experienced before. Shit, it knocked me on my ass and I'd drawn off large amounts of energy from Yohji before. Yes, I knew he did love both Yohji and me. It wasn't for me to tell Yohji though. Aya was going to have to muster up the courage to tell him. Just the fact the Yohji was asking made me curious to see if he had resolved his feelings about Aya.

 

I slid into Yohji's head easy as pie and poked around gently. His surface thoughts were there for me to see. He had admitted to himself that he loved Aya. He wasn't sure that Aya would ever be able to love him back but he wanted him too. He knew how screwed up Aya was emotionally but he was willing to take whatever Aya could give. He had no idea that Aya loved him. He didn't know that for Aya, love was black and white. He either loved you or he didn't. There was no middle ground with him. And Aya did love him with that scary emotional intensity he had.

 

Yohji was still confused about me. He lusted after me. He thought I was a sexy beast and a creative lover. He enjoyed my company both in and out of bed. He trusted me in a lot of little ways but he didn't trust me in the way I wanted him to. He didn't trust me with his life or Aya's and that hurt. I didn't know why it was so important to me for him to have that kind of trust in me, but it was. He knew that I wouldn't hurt him intentionally but he wasn't sure that if push came to shove, I'd put him or Aya ahead of my own safety or that of my team. I let that disappointing discovery go and moved on in his head.

 

The energy in Yohji was still at a higher level than I had ever experienced. The shaken pop bottle was now a small pond of that glorious, addicting stuff. I had to force myself away from it and to the wall in Yohji's head. I pressed against it and was startled when instead of a rigid wall; I found it gave slightly under my probing. I couldn't get through but it was like pressing against a thick layer of springy moss on an ancient stone wall. The idea came to me that if I knew just where to push, the whole thing would tumble down and I'd finally have access to what I wanted.

 

“If I thought I had the answer to the question in my own head, I wouldn't have asked you, Schu,” Yohji's smile to took the sting out of the words.

 

I gave a guilty start. I didn't think he would have noticed me poking in his head considering all that had happened.

 

“Never mind. I'll ask Aya when he wakes up. Let's go back to bed,” Yohji said as he rose from the couch and offered his hand.

 

I took it and followed him back to the big bed. Aya murmured in his sleep and curled up against Yohji. I lay on Yohji's other side and draped myself over him. I breathed in his warm scent and closed my eyes. His fingers started to run through my hair again and I sighed in pleasure. I heard a similar sound from Aya and opened an eye to find Yohji doing the same thing to Aya. Yohji's eyes were closed and he had a soft, relaxed smile on his face. I took a quick dip into both their heads and found contentment and a love for each other that neither was aware the other had. I felt a little sting of jealousy. I wanted what Aya had from Yohji. I wanted his trust and I wanted his love. I wanted that more than I wanted to be deep in Yohji's head and that scared me just a little. I refused to examine why other than the obvious answer of simple jealousy.

 

 

~Brad~

 

The vision came at me like a spike driven between my eyes with a sledgehammer. I had never felt anything so intense or painful in my entire life. Not even when Schuldig had almost pureed my brains had it hurt like this. This was a mental pain and an emotional pain that went deep. Helplessly, I watched the vision unfold. I knew it was going to end very badly and tears began to fall unchecked down my face.

 

I saw blood and fire at night. I heard people screaming and the silver flash of a blade before it sliced into soft flesh. Colours swirled together; purple and blue and green. I felt rage that put Berserker at his most insane to shame. Blood fountained from rows of corpses without their heads. I saw flowers on freshly turned soil being beaten into nothing from a cold driving rain. I saw two huge birds, one black and one white, fall from the sky; wings touching before smashing into nothing when they hit the ground. A pale corpse with the wounds of Christ hung from the ridge beam of a destroyed church. A child lay dead on a bed, a clear plastic bag secured over its head. A hand clutched a gun in a growing pool of blood. A shattered pair of glasses reflected the light and caught the splintered ghostly image of a cadaverous figure screaming in frustration.

 

I panted and closed my eyes as the vision refused to fade and held me in its grip. My heart thundered in my chest and I was sweating even though the house was a comfortable temperature. My stomach churned and I swallowed repeatedly to force down the bile. My lips felt numb and my hands had become blocks of ice despite the sweat that was rolling off me.

 

I shakily dabbed at my sweat slicked face and was startled to find blood on the snowy linen of my handkerchief. I touched my fingers to my nose to confirm my suspicion of a nose bleed. The only time I had such a violent reaction with a vision before had been when I Saw the resurrection ceremony go to hell in a hand basket and the elders of Esset were killed and sucked to the bottom of the ocean.

 

I didn't like or understand the things this vision was telling me. I would need to think on it carefully to figure out what it meant. Because it was so intense, I knew it would be something that would happen in less than a week. It was also a major event. Minor things were never shown to me with this level of pain and detail. Now that I had gotten this initial vision, more would follow to help me pin-point when this frightening series of events would take place and what it exactly meant. I just hoped that the next one wasn't nearly so bad but I had the feeling it would be.

 

And some people actually thought this Talent of mine was a gift, not a curse.