Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity Darkness ❯ Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

"Aya?" the fluty voice crept out, almost afraid to talk too loud. "Are you up to eating?" The redhead shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the wall. "Your gift just awoke, and rather violently. Aya, you need to replenish your energy."

"There's a mission tonight, isn't there." It wasn't even a question.

Michiel winced, her mind flitting back to what Schuldig said about what happened to Crawford. "If that was what you were caught in, I'm sorry," she said in a small voice. "Since you already know, I'm just going to refresh your memory: SZ has pretty much demanding that Omi and I set fire to some building and kill anyone who's trying to get out. Obviously, these morons have been stealing some of the profits from SZ and using them for embryo research." The blonde hesitated, and looked at the dark window. "Do you want me to turn on the light?"

"I'll be up in a bit."

"Aya..." Michiel's gentle, fluty voice was sad. "It's not my fault you were born with this ability. But... if it makes it any better... I'm sorry."

The redhead didn't even answer, and Michiel closed the door resignedly.

"I swear," she whispered at the door, "I didn't want this to happen."

***
"If you can't stand watching me do this, maybe you shouldn't have became an assassin, Omi."

Omi watched in horror as Michiel finished up her gasoline job, her blonde hair glowing over her black trench coat, both coat and hair now wet with the guard's blood. "You can't do this."

She turned around, searching her pockets for the matchbox with gloved hands, a sharp, humorless laugh escaping her lips. "I've been working for SZ ever since my gifts reached full power, for over ten years. Watch me." Fumbling, she pulled out a match, then looked at the boy. "You aren't with Weiss right now, kid. And you might want to back up a good few feet." She lit the match, the fire illuminating her tan skin under the black clothing. Then, without a single word, she dropped it, letting the flame kiss the gasoline.

"Michiel...!" Omi got out around clenched teeth, all he could say before the flame touched the small, squat building, setting it ablaze. "Michiel, there are people in there! They're..."

"No you don't!" Michiel spat out, grabbing the boy's wrist. "This is your mission, boy. Stay out here, and don't even think about helping the people in there."

"Let go of me! I need to help them!"

Her fingers dug deeper into the boy's wrist. "Don't!"

Omi's eyes flashed in anger, his jaw set. His mouth opened, and at the same time, Michiel felt something click inside of her, kind of like when Schuldig almost shouted at her and Omi... Her icy eyes widened just as the boy shouted the same words that were being yelled into her head hard enough for force her back a step.

*LET ME GO!*

Michiel grit her teeth, ignoring the blood that was coming out of her nose. "You can yell at me telepathically all you want," she pushed out of her teeth, "but I won't let go." She looked back at the building, watching it turn slowly to rubble as the people inside wailed a catastrophic symphony. "Morons..."

The boy collapsed suddenly, his face pale with shock. "Why...?" he asked, his arms lax in the blonde's hands. "Why did you do that?"

Michiel laughed softly. "Gee, that's something I never get used to hearing. 'Why'. Why I do something, why I can't do other things, why I have two gifts, but I can't..." She pushed Omi away. "Go ahead. Do what you want." Tears glittered in her eyes. "SZ got what they wanted. As usual."

Omi just sat there, staring at the burning building. "What are you," he whispered, "if you can't hear their cries..."

"Shutting their cries out physically and not strong enough psychically to hear all those voices mentally." Michiel grabbed his wrist, and started to pull him away. "You hear those voices all the time when Weiss goes on a mission. What's so different this time?"

He shook his head, tears starting a shining trail down his face. "I can't get them out of my head..."

She stopped, then gathered the crying boy into her arms. Instead of trying to say anything, Michiel held Omi as the pain in his head forced the tears to creep out of the seventeen-year-old boy.

***
"You sadistic little asshole!" A fist came at the American at high speed.

"Michiel." Crawford held her fist in one hand as the girl glared at him. "It wasn't my fault."

"He's only seventeen! This wasn't suppose to happen." Michiel narrowed her eyes at Crawford's bland expression. "You saw this. You fucking foresaw this." She pulled her fist out of the American's hold. "You knew Omi's gift would awaken when there would be a lot of minds screaming in terror." She stood there, shaking in anger. "I didn't even have to deal with that!" She thought back to Omi, laying on the bed in a pain filled position that Aya had just vacated, unguarded minds rampaging though his head. "Even if he's part of the group that opposes you, no telepath should have to go through what he did. You should have warned me!"

"And what would you have done?" Crawford asked her. "Disobeyed an order from SZ? Kept him from the site? Whether you like it or not, you had to do that. You couldn't change it at all."

Her hand impacted sharply with his face, and knocked his glasses askew. "You still should have warned me!" Michiel cried hysterically. "He's strong enough that I started hearing their voices through him!" She took a step forward, forcing the American back with her telekinetic ability, magnified by her anger. "You still should have fucking told me!"

Crawford arched an eyebrow at the irate girl as he adjusted his glasses. "It wouldn't have made any difference," he started when Michiel slapped him again, the force of the blow making his eyes water.

"Get out," she hissed around her clenched teeth. "Leave, go, MOVE IT!"

Schuldig looked out from the kitchen, where he was trying to find something to eat. "Michi..."

"That goes for you too!" she snarled at the German. "LEAVE!"

Crawford nodded, and grabbed Schuldig's elbow, ignoring the German's protests. As soon as the two cleared the door, Michiel slammed it shut with her powers, making the window's rattle with the force of the slam.

Someone came up behind her, and stopped. The girl turned around slowly, her face cooling severely when she saw who was there. "What are you still doing here?" she asked rudely, her voice chilling her expression further. "Want to tell me I couldn't help it, Nagi?"

The boy matched her cool look for cool look. "Someone has to stay with you while you're in this house with the Weiss members. Since you told Crawford and Schuldig to get out, I'm going to be the one to stay."

"Great." Michiel stormed off to the kitchen, yelling over her shoulder, "If you're going to stay the night, then help me!" She yanked a plastic dish out of the cupboard, her face carefully stilled. Just after she had filled up the dish with water and had found a washcloth, her hands trembled enough that the cloth fell unintentionally from her fingers into the water. "Damn it..."

"Michiel...?"

"He was crying, Nagi," she whispered. "All those voices, screaming in agony, all in his head... I don't know if he can... survive that..." Michiel swallowed, pushing back tears, and handed the dish to Nagi. "Take care of Omi," she instructed. "The cloth goes on his forehead and neck. Maybe... it'll help."

The boy nodded, and left her alone. Michiel stood there, staring at the blank area before her on the counter. "I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU, SZ!" she shouted, throwing her head back, almost howling the last few words. Then she bent over, placing her face in her hands, and started crying as her emotions took over. When the tears finally slowed, she wiped her eyes, and grabbed a paper towel to blow her nose. Michiel turned to throw the towel away, and froze. "Aya... how long were you there?"

The redhead shook his head. "So you do care about the people you kidnapped." He glared at her, a watered down version of his normal frosty glare. "Why would someone like you care about people like us?"

"Because it is my fault," she whispered. "I could have not gone on any of the missions SZ put out for me. I could have just taken it like a woman, but I didn't..." Michiel shook her head, wetness welling up in her eyes again. "Are you hungry? I can make some soup or something..."

Chapter 8