Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Madness is Red ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.08.2011 | Updated On: 05.08.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 354 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.08.2011 | Updated On: 05.08.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 354 | Status: Work In Progress
Notes: Thank you all so much for the reviews! I’m glad Yohji/Aya people are giving this a chance. And Cid, *points to seventy-odd chapter fic she’s been writing* my pet project keeps me busy...along with that job thing.
Chapter Four
After the bureaucratic mind of Setsuya, playing with Mitzu was a relief.
She was a young woman, less than four years out of school and still hoping to change the world. Schuldig could have laughed at her determination to help her patients, a feeling that was already suffering under the reality of being assigned the difficult patients. Even she knew it was happening, but with no tenure to speak of, she couldn’t do anything to avoid being given the hopeless cases.
Of course, she said none of this as she smiled kindly at him. Sitting primly in a large, gray leather chair, the petite woman looked almost too put together. Her navy pantsuit was crisp, her heeled shoes without scruffs, and her dark hair braided down her back. For all her efforts at professionalism, a touch of her mind revealed her to be gullible, which was perfect.
As easy as it was to twist their minds, Schuldig had quickly decided he needed to play the part in order to be assured a room with Abyssinian without too many questions. There was no sense being separated from the man when all he had to do was call some question to his own sanity.
He had to be careful, though. From everything he had picked up, Aya was segregated to a portion of the asylum where patients were labeled incurable. They were not watched and largely left to their own devices once their most basic needs were met. It wasn’t a happy situation, and the fact that Abyssinian was there threatened to make him angry; he didn’t have time for that. Action now, revenge later. Lots of revenge.
“How are you?” Mitzu questioned, pen at the ready to take notes on his every reply.
Relaxing against the gray couch, he grinned, “Just peachy.”
“You understand this is an evaluation of your mental state, correct? Good. I’m going to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer honestly.”
“Sure.”
“Do you consider yourself to be mentally stable?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think you belong here?”
“No.”
“Were you admitted by someone else?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He, my friend, thought I was…dangerous.”
“To whom?”
“Oh, myself mostly.”
“Why?”
“He doesn’t understand.”
“Understand what?” She was scribbling quickly now.
“That I’m not crazy. That I can really do it.”
“Do what?”
“Read minds.”
~*~
“Do it again.”
Schuldig sighed, acting considerably more put upon than he really felt. He concentrated for a moment; Aya watched the door intently.
Less than a minute later, the lock clicked and the second shift orderly walked into the room. Once there, he looked around anxiously, obviously not sure why he had come. Aya stood up suddenly from his bed, looking rather menacing.
“Uh,” the young man took a step back, then he ran.
The bolt clicked. Aya sat back down, smiling a little. Schuldig grinned in return, glad he had found something that amused the redhead, even if it was torturing the workers. Hell, he thought it was pretty funny too.
“Do you like it?” the younger man asked suddenly. He was staring again, and though it unnerved Schuldig it was interesting to have Abyssinian’s undivided attention.
“What?”
“That.” Aya pointed to his own head.
//This?//
Aya nodded.
“Yeah, mostly.”
“I wouldn’t like it.”
“Why?”
“I just wouldn’t.”
~*~
“Small group,” Sai explained as he opened the door, the timid Toma following behind him. “Mitzu cleared you to go without cuffs.”
Schuldig nodded, glancing toward Aya who had not risen from his bed. Instead, he sat in the middle of it, picking a thread out of the white comforter.
“He’s not coming?” he asked. It seemed a shame that Aya would miss his first performance, especially when the assassin got such pleasure out of watching him work.
“Not today,” Sai said simply.
~*~
“No! No!” The man screamed, half-standing on his chair and apparently trying to scrambled backwards over it. He looked thin and kind of pitiful in his white sweatsuit and robe, cowering as he was. “Get out, you bastard! Get out of my head!”
//Hm…no. Tell me something…//
Schuldig smiled.
//Have you ever eaten an entire cherry pie? Delicious.//
The man screamed. Already standing, Mitzu turned to stare at Schuldig.
“Please stop. Can’t you see he believes you?” she questioned, relatively calm face belayed by her racing thoughts.
“He should,” Schuldig replied, relaxing back as much as the folding chair would allow.
//Better run before I kill you//, he sent to the terrified patient.
The scrawny man took off, knocking his chair over in his haste to leave the room. The others stared as he was apprehended by the orderlies at the door and dragged away screaming at the top of his lungs.
Mitzu sighed heavily and looked around at the group, then at him.
“Schuldig-san, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave the group.”
That was quick. He’d only scared three of them.
~*~
“Hey,” he lifted a hand to Aya. The redhead didn’t look up until the door had been locked behind him.
“Kill her?”
“Who? The doctor? No.”
Aya shrugged, like it made absolutely no difference to him.
“Played with a few of them.”
“Shide?”
“Which one’s that?”
“Tall, dark hair,” he motioned to his shoulder to show the length.
“The young guy? Nah, I like the pretty ones.”
Aya snorted, “He’s an ass.”
“Oh? Is someone jealous?” Schuldig questioned with a smirk.
“I look better.”
That had not been the response he expected, but then again, it was dangerous to expect anything with Aya.
“True,” he answered honestly. The Shide guy might be young and handsome, but there was no contest. He didn’t have Abyssinian’s coloring or that delightfully fucked up attitude.
~*~
It took three days and three group sessions for Schuldig to get himself excused from the communal healing process. By the second it had become tedious, too easy to toy with the scattered minds of the men and women kept there. Most were genuinely messed up, and the few that weren’t were well on their way.
In total, he scared eight people from the room, initiated three fights, caused a girl to run into the wall repeatedly, and made one man sing in German. Mitzu called him an instigator, and he insisted that he was a telepath. Apparently he was delusional.
Things were quickly coming under his control.
He told Aya all of this as they lay quietly after the lights were out. When the woman started to scream, he put a stop to it, promising the redhead that he would get her moved tomorrow.
“Why?” Aya asked.
“Why what?”
He watched red brows furrow as Aya stared at him. The man was laying on top of his blankets, still in his day’s clothes.
“Why are you here?”
“Hell if I know.”
A long moment of silence before Aya asked, “Are you going to kill me?”
“Hadn’t planned on it,” he answered honestly.
“Why are you being nice?”
“I like you.”
“Don’t like me.”
~tbc~
Notes: So, since I keep continuing this, I think it might be nice to have a plot of some sort. Are you all more interested in seeing Schu/Aya with Yohji being the bad guy (never done that before…I kind of like Yohji if you haven’t noticed) or a more Yohji/Aya with Schu as a kind of friend or antagonist or even the enemy? I’m currently taking ideas if you’ve got any…I obviously have none…
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Chapter Four
After the bureaucratic mind of Setsuya, playing with Mitzu was a relief.
She was a young woman, less than four years out of school and still hoping to change the world. Schuldig could have laughed at her determination to help her patients, a feeling that was already suffering under the reality of being assigned the difficult patients. Even she knew it was happening, but with no tenure to speak of, she couldn’t do anything to avoid being given the hopeless cases.
Of course, she said none of this as she smiled kindly at him. Sitting primly in a large, gray leather chair, the petite woman looked almost too put together. Her navy pantsuit was crisp, her heeled shoes without scruffs, and her dark hair braided down her back. For all her efforts at professionalism, a touch of her mind revealed her to be gullible, which was perfect.
As easy as it was to twist their minds, Schuldig had quickly decided he needed to play the part in order to be assured a room with Abyssinian without too many questions. There was no sense being separated from the man when all he had to do was call some question to his own sanity.
He had to be careful, though. From everything he had picked up, Aya was segregated to a portion of the asylum where patients were labeled incurable. They were not watched and largely left to their own devices once their most basic needs were met. It wasn’t a happy situation, and the fact that Abyssinian was there threatened to make him angry; he didn’t have time for that. Action now, revenge later. Lots of revenge.
“How are you?” Mitzu questioned, pen at the ready to take notes on his every reply.
Relaxing against the gray couch, he grinned, “Just peachy.”
“You understand this is an evaluation of your mental state, correct? Good. I’m going to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer honestly.”
“Sure.”
“Do you consider yourself to be mentally stable?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think you belong here?”
“No.”
“Were you admitted by someone else?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He, my friend, thought I was…dangerous.”
“To whom?”
“Oh, myself mostly.”
“Why?”
“He doesn’t understand.”
“Understand what?” She was scribbling quickly now.
“That I’m not crazy. That I can really do it.”
“Do what?”
“Read minds.”
~*~
“Do it again.”
Schuldig sighed, acting considerably more put upon than he really felt. He concentrated for a moment; Aya watched the door intently.
Less than a minute later, the lock clicked and the second shift orderly walked into the room. Once there, he looked around anxiously, obviously not sure why he had come. Aya stood up suddenly from his bed, looking rather menacing.
“Uh,” the young man took a step back, then he ran.
The bolt clicked. Aya sat back down, smiling a little. Schuldig grinned in return, glad he had found something that amused the redhead, even if it was torturing the workers. Hell, he thought it was pretty funny too.
“Do you like it?” the younger man asked suddenly. He was staring again, and though it unnerved Schuldig it was interesting to have Abyssinian’s undivided attention.
“What?”
“That.” Aya pointed to his own head.
//This?//
Aya nodded.
“Yeah, mostly.”
“I wouldn’t like it.”
“Why?”
“I just wouldn’t.”
~*~
“Small group,” Sai explained as he opened the door, the timid Toma following behind him. “Mitzu cleared you to go without cuffs.”
Schuldig nodded, glancing toward Aya who had not risen from his bed. Instead, he sat in the middle of it, picking a thread out of the white comforter.
“He’s not coming?” he asked. It seemed a shame that Aya would miss his first performance, especially when the assassin got such pleasure out of watching him work.
“Not today,” Sai said simply.
~*~
“No! No!” The man screamed, half-standing on his chair and apparently trying to scrambled backwards over it. He looked thin and kind of pitiful in his white sweatsuit and robe, cowering as he was. “Get out, you bastard! Get out of my head!”
//Hm…no. Tell me something…//
Schuldig smiled.
//Have you ever eaten an entire cherry pie? Delicious.//
The man screamed. Already standing, Mitzu turned to stare at Schuldig.
“Please stop. Can’t you see he believes you?” she questioned, relatively calm face belayed by her racing thoughts.
“He should,” Schuldig replied, relaxing back as much as the folding chair would allow.
//Better run before I kill you//, he sent to the terrified patient.
The scrawny man took off, knocking his chair over in his haste to leave the room. The others stared as he was apprehended by the orderlies at the door and dragged away screaming at the top of his lungs.
Mitzu sighed heavily and looked around at the group, then at him.
“Schuldig-san, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave the group.”
That was quick. He’d only scared three of them.
~*~
“Hey,” he lifted a hand to Aya. The redhead didn’t look up until the door had been locked behind him.
“Kill her?”
“Who? The doctor? No.”
Aya shrugged, like it made absolutely no difference to him.
“Played with a few of them.”
“Shide?”
“Which one’s that?”
“Tall, dark hair,” he motioned to his shoulder to show the length.
“The young guy? Nah, I like the pretty ones.”
Aya snorted, “He’s an ass.”
“Oh? Is someone jealous?” Schuldig questioned with a smirk.
“I look better.”
That had not been the response he expected, but then again, it was dangerous to expect anything with Aya.
“True,” he answered honestly. The Shide guy might be young and handsome, but there was no contest. He didn’t have Abyssinian’s coloring or that delightfully fucked up attitude.
~*~
It took three days and three group sessions for Schuldig to get himself excused from the communal healing process. By the second it had become tedious, too easy to toy with the scattered minds of the men and women kept there. Most were genuinely messed up, and the few that weren’t were well on their way.
In total, he scared eight people from the room, initiated three fights, caused a girl to run into the wall repeatedly, and made one man sing in German. Mitzu called him an instigator, and he insisted that he was a telepath. Apparently he was delusional.
Things were quickly coming under his control.
He told Aya all of this as they lay quietly after the lights were out. When the woman started to scream, he put a stop to it, promising the redhead that he would get her moved tomorrow.
“Why?” Aya asked.
“Why what?”
He watched red brows furrow as Aya stared at him. The man was laying on top of his blankets, still in his day’s clothes.
“Why are you here?”
“Hell if I know.”
A long moment of silence before Aya asked, “Are you going to kill me?”
“Hadn’t planned on it,” he answered honestly.
“Why are you being nice?”
“I like you.”
“Don’t like me.”
~tbc~
Notes: So, since I keep continuing this, I think it might be nice to have a plot of some sort. Are you all more interested in seeing Schu/Aya with Yohji being the bad guy (never done that before…I kind of like Yohji if you haven’t noticed) or a more Yohji/Aya with Schu as a kind of friend or antagonist or even the enemy? I’m currently taking ideas if you’ve got any…I obviously have none…
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