Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Interlude 13 ( Chapter 27 )

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.

 

Thanks goes to my beta on this. It's greatly appreciated.

 

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Interlude 13

 

I promise you, for all my life

I'll be always by your side

In the shadow, in the light.

 

~Schuldig~

 

I was stoned. Baked. Cooked. Roasted. Wasted out of my fucking mind.

 

Didn't change the fact that I now knew Yohji loved me, and damn but if that didn't make me feel good. Better than good.

 

The wall in Yohji's head that I hadn't been able to get past no matter how hard I pushed was gone. I was a little fuzzy on the details of just why that wall was gone, but I think it might've had something to do with the fact that I'd put my ass on the line for him without hesitation and told him that I loved him. If I'd know that was all it took to get fully into his head, I'd have done it months ago.

 

Well, maybe that wouldn't have been possible a few months ago. Or even a few days ago, really. Nearly having your lover end up dead right before your eyes and almost going the same route yourself was one fuck load of a wake up call. If I hadn't been able to stop the guy with the knife, Yohji would've died and I now know, it would've hurt just as much whether or not I'd told him how I felt. Not telling him only meant that if he'd been killed like Crawford's vision said he would've, Yohji would've died never knowing that I did love him. That wouldn't have been right and the regret at not telling him would've eaten at me for the rest of my life.

 

I was scared shitless of caring this much for someone, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling the way I did. It was gonna hurt like hell when they were taken from me. I knew it, but I still loved them. I had no idea how I was going to handle that. If losing either Ran or Yohji didn't kill me, it'd drive me insane. I believed that with rock solid certainty. I could feel panic starting to creep up on me with the thought of one or both of them gone from my life.

 

**We're not going anywhere, Sasha, ** Ran said in my head.

 

I looked at Ran and Yohji. The things I felt for them were so intense it made my mouth dry. I wanted them to love me. I just hadn't expected them to want me to love them back. They knew everything about me. All the dirty little deeds. All the killings; the ones for the job and the ones done just because. They knew of every single perverted, twisted thought in my head and they still loved me and wanted to be with me. It was humbling.

 

**That's what love is about, Sasha, ** Yohji said as he hugged me.

 

I smiled and took their hands, walking easily through Yohji's mind. I was still pretty buzzed off the shit the hospital pumped me full of, but I wasn't so high that I couldn't appreciate being in his head. I was so coming back to really check out Yohji's head when I was stone cold sober. Everything in Yohji's head was about lush sensations. The colours were intense. Textures had more feel than in reality. Everything in his head was bathed in a warm golden glow and fizzed slightly against my senses. It was like what I thought it'd feel like if I was to swim in that lake of golden, sparkling energy in his head. Being deep in Yohji's head was better than the drugs the hospital was giving me.

 

Ran and Yohji walked with me. We moved between each other's heads easily. It was seamless and so incredibly intimate. I was aware of everything about them like they were aware of everything about me. I'd never been this close to anyone and even though it scared me shitless, the pleasure of being joined was bordering on euphoric. I wasn't the only one who thought so. Yohji and Ran thought it was pretty damn fucking cool, too. The drugs I'd been given didn't compare to the addictive feeling of being so deep in each other's heads. I wished I could stay in this warm, happy place that was just about us.

 

I cried out hoarsely as sharp pain forced me awake and away from the pleasure of Yohji and Ran's head. My brain scrambled to stay with them, refusing to leave the comfort of my lovers. I didn't want to wake up just yet; I liked where I was. I squeezed my eyes shut and flailed my arms weakly.

 

“Schuldig! I need you to wake up and I need you to do it now, you selfish prick. Let go of Yohji and Aya's minds and wake the fuck up!”

 

I scowled and struggled against the hands trying to shake me from my lover's heads. Crawford needed to fuck off. I remember getting wheeled away for surgery and I was pretty sure they were done messing around with my innards. I was probably recovering from surgery right about now. What was so wrong with me enjoying a little company from my lovers? It wasn't going to hurt my recovery. It'd probably help me get better quicker. Besides, Yohji came looking for me, not the other way around and Ran followed him. I wasn't holding them anywhere. I wouldn't do that to them. I loved them.

 

My eyes snapped open and I screamed in pain at the sudden, crushing pressure to my nuts. Farfarello leaned over me, grinning in sadistic delight. The tight grip he had on my balls disappeared and was probably the only thing that stopped me from pureeing his brain; if I could've thought past the heavy, aching throb in my groin.

 

“Hurensohn!” I snarled clutching my nuts protectively. “What the fuck?”

 

 

~Crawford~

 

“Thank you for that… innovative way of waking Schuldig, Farfarello,” I said, trying not to smile.

 

Farfarello nodded and moved back from the bed Schuldig lay on. Schuldig paled and groaned, his free hand coming up to cover the incision in his chest. He glared at me, his eyes narrowed into slits.

 

“Don't mince Farf's mind. The doctors have been trying to wake you up for two days now. Not only that, but Yohji and Aya have been in what the doctors are calling an unresponsive state for the past two days as well.”

 

Schuldig's already pale complexion turned even paler. He struggled to sit up, his arms swinging wildly again. The IV connected to his arm pulled against the stand making it rattle. Schuldig snarled and ripped the needle from his arm, sending droplets of blood flying. He shouted for Aya and Yohji at the top of his lungs. I was almost dead certain he was also shouting for them in his head. His breath wheezed in his chest and the heart monitor he wore went crazy. A nurse rushed into the room and elbowed me out of the way, calling for more staff. One of Schuldig's flailing arms connected with her jaw and sent her crashing into me with a startled cry.

 

There was a commotion in the hallway and I jerked my head around to see Aya leaning against the door frame with Yohji pressed against him. Aya was trailing a dripping IV tube and Yohji had a thin line of blood down one arm where his had been pulled out. Both of them looked sleep dazed but lurched into the room and made straight for Schuldig's bed, flanking him as they crawled into bed with him, ignoring the nurse who shouted at them to get off Schuldig's bed. Schuldig exhaled heavily and pulled his lovers to him, wincing and sucking in a sharp breath when Yohji pressed against the side Schuldig had been operated on. The nurse threatened something about getting orderlies to remove them from Schuldig's bed until Farfarello showed her to the door and closed it firmly behind her. He jammed his poniard between the door and frame, effectively locking the door and leaned against wall.

 

“If you're done with your little reunion, we have a problem we need to discuss and the little vacation you all went on inside Schuldig's head has cut down our time.”

 

“Fuck off, Crawford. What vacation?” Schuldig mumbled against Yohji neck even as he tried to pull Aya closer.

 

“The two days I mentioned about five minutes ago? Damn it, Schuldig, focus here. We have five days to get everybody boosted as much as possible before I need to give some plausible bullshit report to Rosencrantz about that stupid stunt you pulled before we went on the mission that landed you here in the hospital.”

 

Three pairs of eyes looked at me like I was speaking Swahili. I felt a muscle twitch in my jaw. I did not need this shit now. We didn't need this shit now. We needed to get Yohji's Talent up and running through a link before much more time passed and we were truly screwed.

 

“Fujimiya told me about the focus thing you did in the warehouse. Nagi has found some information about experiments on using a third person as a focus in high level Esset files. The data they had is promising for us to make this work, but we need all three of you to do it so I'd appreciate it if you'd quite screwing around in their heads and get down to the business of working to save out collective asses.”

 

“You're gonna pop a vein, Crawford. You should learn to relax a little. Ja, we can do the boost thing. It won't be a problem,” Schuldig said with a little smirk. He seemed to settle down now that he had his lovers snuggled next to him.

 

I wanted to smack the smugness right out of the telepath. “Awfully confident, Schuldig. I don't think it'll be as easy as you think. You still need to work around that wall in Kudou's head.”

 

“The wall isn't an issue any more. Yohji loves me, so he let me in,” Schuldig said with a grin.

 

“Just tell the whole world, why don't you,” Yohji grumbled good-naturedly.

 

“I could tell a good portion of the city….”

 

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I think I was going to throw up. A sulky, irritating telepath was worlds better than this love-struck idiot. Aya saved me from having to do anything stupid, like shoot Schuldig to make him stop. I saw Schuldig and Yohji wince and give reproachful looks at Aya.

 

“We lost two days? Is that why we were hooked up to IV's?” Aya asked, his tone of voice suggesting he'd slipped into mission mode in his head.

 

I nodded, startled at the change that came over Schuldig and Yohji. The almost playfulness between them disappeared and they turned just as serious as Aya. I blinked a little in surprise. Whatever mental chew out Aya had done worked wonders.

 

“Then we don't have much time. Give us a little bit to figure out how to do this and we'll start as soon as we can.”

 

I felt like I'd just been dismissed. The three men on the bed ignored me and Farf, submerged in whatever mental world they connected with each other on. I sat in one of the chairs and motioned Farf to do the same. Once the three were ready to start, I figured they could call mentally to the rest of our team to get them to the hospital and we could hopefully start boosting everybody. Once the first round of Talent boosting had been done, I had some questions I wanted answered and I was going to get those answers one way or another.

 

 

German to English Translation:

hurensohn: son of a bitch