Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ New Rules, New Ruler ❯ Chapter 21 ( Chapter 21 )

Part Twenty-One

*A/N: short one this, but nasty. And it gets worse. *

Tanya leant against the wall near the door. Birman and Manx followed her through it. Birman was smiling. Manx was positively grinning. Yohji didn't even open his mouth. Ken noticed this unusual behaviour, and frowned. Of course, why would either woman smile upon walking into a room containing Schwarz?

Tanya was dressed in a multitude of sarongs and saris, with a wrap around her entire head. She was swathed in cloth, perhaps a little incongruous in the summer heat, but people found it easy to assume she dressed as she did for religious reasons. Brad's eyes skimmed her figure, and found it pleasing. Schuldig's eyes skimmed her figure and the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head. Nagi didn't even look up, and Farfarello was still staring at Tash.

Weiss were also paying their regards to the stranger. Yohji's mouth had begun to curve in a licentious grin, Ken had started to blush, Omi was eyeing her critically and Aya was glowering. Birman's smile was beginning to fade, and she was regarding both of the strange women with suspicion, as well as Schwarz.

"I don't think this is a wise idea," Crawford broke the silence. Tanya unwrapped a portion of her face to stare at him.

"You're not in a position to comment," she told him icily. "What would you do without us?"

"You're asking the wrong question, doll," Schuldig sneered. "It's what we're going to do with you that's what you should be worrying about."

"You can't touch me," Tanya said blandly.

It was the first time Weiss had seen Schuldig in action against someone other than themselves. They knew he was fast. They knew how it felt to see the orange-haired blur streak towards them and hear that sneering nasal voice in their heads.

Schuldig didn't even make it across the room. He collapsed in a boneless heap, whimpering.

"Tash won't let you touch me," Tanya said coldly. Tash looked a little embarrassed.

"You're not actually hurting," she told the groaning Schuldig apologetically, "you just think you are. It's chemical."

"Pain is all chemicals," Farfarello stared at her. "The connections between my nerves and the areas of chemicals in my brain that tell me it is damaging me are all messed up. Pleasure is chemical. Happy, sad, angry… all chemicals. You are a chemist."

"That was amazingly coherent for a nutter," Yohji drawled. He found himself lying on the floor with the couch on top of him. Aya and Omi had managed to leap clear.

"You know nothing about us!" Nagi snapped. "Insane and stupid are completely different things, and Farf is perfectly capable of coherency for days at a time!"

"Jeez, okay, gomen nasai, my dear Farfie-kun," Yohji snarled.

"Drop the Katana," Tanya said suddenly in a commanding voice. "I'm not a telepath, Ran, but I can still read your intentions. The very air you breathe tells me everything you don't want to me to know." She frowned. "Right down to the fact that both Schuldig and Yohji own the same thong." She sighed.

"I believe that the joining of Schwarz and Weiss is the beginning towards a more permanent link between Kritiker and SS. The New SS have a great deal to offer not only Kritiker, but other similar agencies across the world-"

"Propaganda," Schuldig interrupted. "Leave it to the politicians, pet."

Aya glowered at them. "We will never work with Schwarz," he spat. There was a chorus of agreement.

"Why aren't you happy?" Tash suddenly demanded of Aya. "You took your revenge, your sister has come back to life… Why aren't you happy?"

"He likes being like this?" Schuldig suggested. "Look, hon…" Schuldig's breath caught in his throat. He eyes narrowed. And this was the only warning Tash got before he launched himself at her.

She slammed a wave of pain into hi, but he didn't even flinch. Schuldig had slammed some shields up after the last attack; he wasn't going to be caught short again. She flooded him with emotion after emotion, but none had any effect. He slammed her bodily into the wall and yanked out his gun, holding it under her chin.

"Shields!"

Just as Schuldig was about to pull the trigger he went limp. His eyes glazed over. His jaw lost its usual smirk and went slack. His body rested bonelessly on Tash's.

"What's happening what's he doing what's going on who are they why is he doing this hurt god oh Schuldig that bitch oh shit oh shit his shields…"

Crawford's eyes hardened. Tanya, who had been the one to yell `shields', suddenly found herself in a worse position than Tash, who was still pinned to the wall. Crawford snatched a handful of material and pulled. She spun like a top, like a cartoon character.

"No," she murmured. More material came away, more skin was exposed. Crawford kept pulling on the filmy threads, shredding the delicate fabrics. Nagi caught on and used his powers to strip the woman. The fabrics tore into thousands of tiny tatters, falling about the room like multicoloured snowflakes.

Tanya wrapped her arms around herself, moaning. Information overloaded her senses. And, as a final torment, Farfarello hugged her. Bare flesh against bare flesh, too many deaths, too much destruction, too much pain, too much…

She expired with a quiet sob. Blood began to run from her nose, mouth and eyes. Her heart had burst and her brain had haemorrhaged rather than try and make sense of the flood of raw data. Farfarello lapped at the thin trickles, cradling the ivory white body to his own.

"She's dead oh shit oh Schuldig oh Kami what's going on she was hot it's a pity oh my god is he saying what we're thinking oh shit oh damn oh Schuldig where are you you're not in there she knocked you out oh Schuldig oh Schu have they killed him is mastermind dead what has happened oh Schuldig where are you…"