Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In the shadows ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Mikiya 
Author's note: What can I say? I couldn't sleep. This is what came up. I didn't want to do it at first, because I really don't have time to write yet another story, but I got the feeling that I needed a little break from "Broken". Anyway, I hope you'll like it. If you do please leave me a review and tell me what you liked (or didn't like), it will definitely help me to keep going and I've found out that reviews work wonders against writer's block(s), you wouldn't believe it! ;) Enjoy!
Note part 2: This is VERY IMPORTANT!!! I finally came up with an idea for this story, a logical reason why it happened as it did, but I had to change a few things in the first chapter to make this work. Please go back to the first chapter and read it again and note that Schuldig will now have not have used his power on any member of Weiss as he did in the original version to taunt them (as usual ;), they simply don't know he's a telepath. They know he's a member of Schwarz and they are still enemies, but they don't know what he is capable of. (Not yet, that is.) I haven't yet decided where to put this story in the original timeline, but I guess it's somewhere after the first few episodes with Schu... What I know for sure is that it is definitely placed before that Ouka-episode, so she's still alive (which doesn't really matter for this story) but Omi has no reason to hate Schu... Well, no other reason except for him being a member of their arch-enemy-group... ;)
To ko-chan: Surprise!!! Let me know what you think, okay? :glomp: I miss you...
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. No, I don't want them. Yes, I will give them back eventually. Yes, I will pay for their hospital bills.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.27.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 438 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's note: What can I say? I couldn't sleep. This is what came up. I didn't want to do it at first, because I really don't have time to write yet another story, but I got the feeling that I needed a little break from "Broken". Anyway, I hope you'll like it. If you do please leave me a review and tell me what you liked (or didn't like), it will definitely help me to keep going and I've found out that reviews work wonders against writer's block(s), you wouldn't believe it! ;) Enjoy!
Note part 2: This is VERY IMPORTANT!!! I finally came up with an idea for this story, a logical reason why it happened as it did, but I had to change a few things in the first chapter to make this work. Please go back to the first chapter and read it again and note that Schuldig will now have not have used his power on any member of Weiss as he did in the original version to taunt them (as usual ;), they simply don't know he's a telepath. They know he's a member of Schwarz and they are still enemies, but they don't know what he is capable of. (Not yet, that is.) I haven't yet decided where to put this story in the original timeline, but I guess it's somewhere after the first few episodes with Schu... What I know for sure is that it is definitely placed before that Ouka-episode, so she's still alive (which doesn't really matter for this story) but Omi has no reason to hate Schu... Well, no other reason except for him being a member of their arch-enemy-group... ;)
To ko-chan: Surprise!!! Let me know what you think, okay? :glomp: I miss you...
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. No, I don't want them. Yes, I will give them back eventually. Yes, I will pay for their hospital bills.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.27.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 438 | Status: Work In Progress
In the shadows
Consciousness returned slowly, very slowly. It started with a vague sense of drifting, or rather descending, from where he didn't know. Everything around him was dark, silent. He really didn't want to wake up, he dimly remembered rain, coldness... pain. He didn't like pain, that much he knew. He didn't know why there had been pain, but somehow he knew that if he woke up now, it would be back. He didn't want it, he was far too tired to be in pain right now.
Something kept nagging at his mind, urging him to think about it, he knew it was very important to him. It had something to do with where he was right now and why he was there. But it was getting increasingly complicated to keep his thoughts focused on one thing, something kept distracting him, brief flashbacks that ghosted across his mind, thoughts, noises, words, images that started to assault him in weird intervals, memories about some mission he had been sent on, a metallic flash that narrowly missed his ear, the sense of falling to the ground, anger because he had tripped, the moment Crawford had shot him…
His head was aching, he was thinking too much. But at least he was finally feeling warm again, his body was no longer shivering and his wound wasn't hurting as much as it had before. And yet he could already feel some of the pain return, a burning sensation that started to spread through his chest, making it almost too painful to breathe. He didn't want that, he tiredly told the pain to stay away, but it wasn't listening to him, it seemed to be too desperate to spread through his chest further, hurting him even more. He groaned miserably, tried to shift his position to a less uncomfortable one, but he was denied even this small comfort, he was just too weak to move anything.
Voices drifted towards him through the dark haze that was his mind, voices he didn't recognize, didn't know. They spoke in a familiar language, one that wasn't his mother tongue but which he could understand nevertheless. He could make out two separate voices after some time, both male, and they were apparently arguing about something. He felt too weak to speak out to them and so he just settled to listen to them for a while.
“But we can't leave him here like this! What if he gets out of bed and sneaks up on us?” The voice speaking was a young one that had a desperate whine to it.
“And how is he supposed to get up? He's been shot in the chest, you don't just get out of bed and sneak up on people when you're that badly injured.” The second voice was older, deeper than the first, and it was situated somewhere where he supposed his feet had to be.
“You know Aya is going to kill us if he finds out about this and then we don't even chain him to the bed…”
“Ken, if you don't want to help me with him then don't do it, but don't stand in my way just because he might get angry with you.”
A deep sigh followed, then the first voice said softly, regretfully, “He's already angry at me, I just don't want him to get… don't know… even more angry with me…” It had a pleading quality now and the second voice sighed as well, speaking quietly.
“He will never agree to this, Kenken, you know what he said, they are our enemies. And he's right about that, I don't think they would have done the same thing for one of us…”
“But we couldn't just leave him there, he was shot! And it didn't look like this Crawford just missed one of us and—“
“Ken, it's all right, you don't have to convince ME here, remember? You're right, it looked like an execution, and we both know that saying, don't we? The enemy of my enemy…”
“… is my friend, I know. I don't know if I want him to be my friend.”
Both men fell silent for a moment, then the first one spoke again. “Maybe if we put a blindfold on him…”
“Baka, he already knows who we are, Ken, he fought you on that roof, remember? Why do you want to blindfold him?” The second man chuckled then, apparently greatly amused at the suggestion. The other man growled, not enjoying to be mocked at all.
“I—Yoji, stop it, okay? I just thought that perhaps if he didn't know just where he is he won't be able to escape… yes, I know, shot in the chest… All right, no bonds, no blindfold then… When do you think is he going to wake up?”
Both of them were silent then and somehow he knew, could almost feel that they were looking at him. He took it as his clue to open his eyes then and although he didn't succeed at first, they seemed to realize then that he was awake, he heard fast movement, followed by a curious, “Are you awake?”
His eyes finally opened then and he blinked a few times, staring up at two very blurry faces he couldn't make out at all.
“What is going on here?” he growled. Or rather, he had planned to growl. What came out though sounded rather like a mangled, “Wha…” and he dimly noticed that his voice sounded strange, much weaker than he would have liked.
“You were shot…" one of the unknown voices stated.
He tried to get his vision under control, but didn't succeed, everything he saw stayed blurry and out of focus.
I can feel that…
“Who… where?" He wheezed, out of breath, hoping that he had spoken clearly enough this time. Speaking hurt a lot. He tried to sit up slightly, but fell back with a pained moan when his wound painfully protested against the movement and his vision whitened out for a moment.
"No, don't move, lay back down, you've been hurt pretty bad, we took you here to take care of you..."
We… He frowned briefly and his thoughts sluggishly went back to what had happened. His flashbacks returned for a moment, he remembered something about feeling very relieved about a break in his observation of this boring apartment, a pleasant distraction from his mission in the form of…
Weiss.
Fuck.
His instincts kicked in, or rather what was left of them behind the cloud of pain and wariness, overriding his common sense. He reacted, tried again to sit up, his thoughts racing. Well, to be honest, he wished they would. The mist around his mind still hadn't cleared very much; it was still very hard to concentrate on two different things at a time. He needed time right now, time to figure out where he was and, even more important, how he could get out of here. Better play along, let them believe he was confused and hurt and weak. Yeah, he could do that; he'd only have to figure out how.
Unfortunately his body decided to help him then, it sent a hot, stabbing pain right through his chest that literally took his breath away and he could feel his body going limp, toppling back into the cushions he had been resting on, not caring for a moment where he was.
"Are you okay?" The worried voice slowly found its way into his pain abused brain and he gasped for air, took in a few not-so-deep breaths, then coughed weakly.
"'m fine…" he grunted, marvelling at the way he could make his voice sound so weak. He was in real trouble now, he couldn't get enough air into his lungs and every little movement hurt, even the simple act of drawing the tiniest of breaths left him screwing his eyes shut in pain. Please, somebody, anybody just shoot me… too much…
And then everything went black.
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“Hey…” A soft voice next to his voice spoke, whispering quietly. “Don't move, just lie still and keep breathing…”
He couldn't place that voice at first, but the tone was soft and gentle, soothing, and he felt himself relax after a moment, following the instructions. His head felt fuzzy, like somebody had replaced his brain with a large, pink cotton ball, he couldn't really think and it was exhausting to keep his wits together. “What…” he heard a raspy voice croak, too tired to recognize his own voice.
“You tried to sit up and then blacked out… We managed to organize some painkillers for you and you've been asleep for almost twenty-four hours straight… I hope you've learned from this, Schwarz, you should not move, you're too heavily wounded…”
It was too much information for his tired brain, the words made sense one moment, but the next everything was gone and all he could think of was that he really had no idea how he had ended up in this position in the first place. What…
“How do you feel?” The unfamiliar voice spoke again and he rolled his head towards the voice, drawing a painful breath.
“Like shit… where…” He got as far as that before his voice gave out.
“You're in a safe house, outside of town. We figured we couldn't take you to the hospital, so we brought you here. Well, we didn't think you would survive the trip… but you did and now you're here…” The voice trailed off and he gathered what little strength he had left to state the most important question that was haunting him right now.
“Why…” After a moment he realized that it might not have been a complete question at all, but then the voice was talking again.
“I don't know really… Look. You're Schwarz, our enemy. You attacked me on that roof and I really, really wanted to skin you there. But I'm not the one to kick people who are already down and I don't know if you would have done the same thing for me, but we're not like you, we wouldn't leave an injured man to die there… Jesus, what am I talking here. Of course we would have left you there if your friend had not interrupted us then, I don't think you would have stood a chance against us. I mean, you're really fast and all that, but there would have been three of us and Aya's really fast with his katana and Yoji with his wire…”
Too much.
“Stop…” he wheezed desperately, trying to force his tired eyes open to turn a beseeching look at the other, anything just to stop whoever it was from talking. It worked surprisingly well, the other fell silent, but before he could enjoy a moment of peace another voice sounded.
“He awake?” A loud, explosive sound followed and he started, then started again when the sound repeated itself a second, then a third time.
“Bless you.” The first voice remarked dryly, adding a reproachful, “You should go back to bed, Yoji, you look awful.”
The second voice was back, but this time he could dimly make out that it sounded as if its owner had caught a cold. “Heard you talking… A-CHEW!!! How is he? Say anything yet?”
“He looks just as miserable as you do, but he's in bed and you're not!”
“Stop fuzzin', Kenken, I'm fine. Just wanted to che—whoa…”
Quick movement followed, then a soft groan. “Yoji, you're okay?”
This time he finally succeeded in opening his eyes and focusing on two blurry, vaguely human forms which slowly became recognizable: A brunette, strangely familiar guy was standing next to what looked at first like a colourful blanket that had a blond head attached to it. The smaller brunette was supporting the blanket-being, grumbling softly under his breath as he pushed it against the wall behind him. “Hang on, Yoji, come on, get back on your feet…”
He blinked several times to clear his vision and it worked, slowly, very slowly more details came into focus. The brunette -whom he now could identify as Siberian- was trying to get a sick-to-his-stomach-looking Balinese upright, fighting hard for his own balance as the blonde seemed to have a hard time staying on his feet. His cheeks were looking flushed and he was very pale, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. He looked almost as bad as he was feeling right now. He watched as the smaller man led the swaying assassin towards an armchair and dumped him there, straightening and crossing his arms in front of his chest as he stared down at him.
“You should go back to your bed, Yoji, I'll take care of things here.”
The blond looked up at Siberian, squinting his eyes against the light in the room, then looked over at him, studying him for a moment. “How do you feel?”
He blinked back at him tiredly, taking a long time to answer. “Better than… you look…”
Balinese raised an eyebrow at this comment, then leaned back against the chair. “You know, I've got this thanks to you because I took off my coat to save your bleeding— a-CHEW!” He jerked forward and brought his hands up, burying his face behind them, groaning slightly. “Damn, my head is killing me… Thanks…” He took the hanky Siberian handed him and blew his nose, then drew the blanket tighter around his shoulders. “Anyway, just so you know: You're at our safe house, you're a member of Schwarz and we are Weiss which makes us enemies… But I guess you already know that. We haven't decided yet what to do with you, but for the moment you'll stay in that bed and—A-CHEW!!! Dammit!!”
Siberian shook his head at his team member and sighed deeply, then bent forward and pulled the still grumbling Balinese to his wobbly feet again. “Yoji - bed. I'll take care of him and you'll let Omi take care of you. If I see you on your feet in the next two days I'll personally tie you to your bed, you hear that?” With that he slowly but determinedly dragged the taller assassin with him, leaving a discarded blanket draped over the armchair.
He watched them go, staring after them for a long time, before his eyes finally drifted shut and reality was lost to him once more.
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