Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity Darkness ❯ Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Michiel wrapped her hands around a coffee mug, looking down into the creamed depths, then took a sip, hoping the warmth would steal into the most inner core of her. "Schuldig..." she asked as she put the mug down on the table. "How did you know?"

He grinned at her, a sliver of pain still hidden in his jade orbs. "Experience. Brad had a vision like that once, where it was so powerful he was caught in the damned thing. I caught the tail end of Aya's thoughts, and recognized the thought pattern."

"Makes sense," Michiel muttered to herself. She sighed, then glanced over to the too silent Omi, who was just sitting at the table staring into his tea. "Omi." Her voice was a gentle command. "You don't have to worry. Mr. Crawford knows what he's doing. Aya'll be fine."

The young boy glared at her. "Your... it's your fault." His hands trembled, and scalding tea slopped over the sides of the mug. Omi hissed in pain, and quickly wiped his hands off, never taking his glare off the white-blonde frizz before him.

Sighing, Michiel lifted the mug to her lips, and took another sip. While she licked her lips, she said, "No... it's not. It was... He'll be..." She lowered her eyes as she put the mug on the table, not taking her hands off the warmth. "Omi, if you want to blame someone... blame the people who demanded that the gifts be discovered. Blame SZ."

"WHY?!" Omi slammed his hands into the table as he stood, and Michiel swallowed her alarm. "This didn't happen until you kidnapped us. Aya was fine before you came here!"

The girl's hands convulsed on her mug. "Do you really believe that, Omi?" she whispered. "Do you really believe that I put that gift in his head, when I don't even have it?" Michiel looked up at him, anger spilling into her own eyes. "This, what happened to Aya, wasn't my fucking fault! Stop trying to pin this on me."

"How, then," Omi hissed at her, his hands shaking on the tablecloth, "is this not your fault?"

Michiel stood, and her cup went flying into the wall, not by psychic powers, but by the girl throwing it at the ducking Omi. "Would you have rather this happened when you couldn't get any help?" she screamed at him, not noticing Schuldig's frown, or his glare. "You Weiss members are damned lucky that SZ is forcing me to work with Schwarz!"

"Really?!" Omi exploded. "Lucky? That Aya's going insane?"

"He's not going insane!"

Schuldig sent a thought into their head so hard it sent little spikes of pain through Michiel's temples. *Shut up, the both of you. I'm trying to talk to Brad.*

"And you stay out of this!"

*At least the two of you agree on something...*

***
"Done?"

Michiel nodded, in much better humor, and her hair finally falling smoothing down her back. "Yeah. The shower helped me calm. How's Schu coming along?"

Crawford rubbed the bridge of his nose, then pushed his glasses back up on his face. "Not much better than I did. By the way..." He held up a cell phone. "SZ called."

"What did they want?" the girl snarled, rubbing her temples. Just when the headache had finally dwindled. "Another damned mission?"

The American nodded. "You're going to have to let him loose," Crawford told her, indicating the bound and gagged Omi."

"Only if he doesn't start yelling at me again..."

Crawford ignored that. "It's basically an arson job, but you need to take care of anyone who ends up escaping the building. You and Omi are going alone."

Michiel rolled her icy blue eyes. "Alright. Thank you for telling me," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Really. Damned sadistic SZ members..."

***
"Hey there, Red. So, now that I finally got in, mind telling me what put you here?"

Why do you care?

"Surprise, surprise, but Michi asked me."

...

"What, does that stump you? That somebody actually cares?"

Damn you. Damn it, it's your fault, Schwarz!

"Can't damn the Guilty One. Now, so Michi doesn't beat me black and blue, what sorry vision put you here?"

It wasn't just a vision. I was dying.

"Yeah, sure. Very interesting. I'm barely keeping my eyes open here."

Mission...

"Alright, that caught my attention. What about a mission?"

...

"What, did I stump you again?"

I thought I saw Omi... He was there, and the girl, Michiel. Fire... and people were dying...

"It's just a vision, Red. Break out of it already."

It... it's too strong!

"Oh, no you don't! I value being able to screw my boyfriend."

***
Aya opened his eyes to the dwindling sunlight. His head hurt terribly...

"Bout time you woke up," a harsh, nasal voice muttered. "I was getting afraid that I wouldn't be able to get out of your head."

The redhead looked over to the voice, his motions almost dreamlike. "You..."

Schuldig attempted to get his hair out of his eyes, and answered distractedly, "Yeah, me, what of it?"

"You saw... didn't you?"

The orange haired man lifted an eyebrow. "Saw what? If you meant that vision, no. That's part of your gift, and the only way I would be able to see it is if you were thinking about it."

Something ran across the redhead's thoughts briefly, and Schuldig was still trying to catch the end of the trail of thought when Aya leaned forward and grabbed the German's shirt. Emerald eyes bore into amethyst ones as the two started at each other, their faces inches apart. Aya sighed in relief, then let Schuldig go. "Don't go digging in my mind."

Schuldig smirked, and held Aya's shoulders, applying enough pressure to keep the man in the bed. "Oh, but when you leave it open like that, it's so easy." He leaned down, and pressed his lips against Aya's, swiping his tongue against the redhead's lower lip. Slowly, he raised up off Aya, still smirking. "Think about that, Abyssinian."

Aya watched Schuldig leave, then placed shaking fingers to his lips. "Even after seeing it..." he whispered to himself.

Seeing it.

He wasn't suppose to "see" things before they happened. That was Schwarz's ability, Crawford's ability. Weiss wasn't suppose to play by those dirty rules!

Weiss also wasn't suppose to get turned on by the enemy's kiss...

"Damn."

Chapter 7