Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Nighteyes ❯ Schuldig Said... ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5
Warnings : Actually.. None... Other than Farfie finally shows up.
Note : // telepathy

"All right, this is the laboratory." Omi pointed at the building, which was an Estet Laboratory. "It's not gonna be easy to get in." Darkness completely surrounded them as Youji cut the car's engine. Only the light of a nearby streetlight gave them the ability to see.

"Don't worry." Aya ordered. "We'll get Ken out." He jumped over the side of Youji's care, just happy to be out of it when there was a maniac driving.

"Don't scratch the car!" Youji yelped as he opened the door and climbed out. "Did mean old Aya hurt you, Seven?"

"I didn't damage your car, now lets go break Ken out."

"I don't need to be broken out." Ken stepped into the circle of light cast by the streetlight.

"Ken, get in the car and lets go!" Omi grinned enthusiastically. Easy didn't even begin to describe how this mission had just gone. "Before Schwartz comes to get you!"

"Omi, Crawford sent me."

"Who... What?" Omi demanded, startled.

"Crawford sent me, because if we let you break into the lab you'll screw up Crawford's plans." Ken's voice was steady, as if he held complete confidence in Crawford. He also didn't appear injured to the other three Weiss Members. In fact, the only seemingly different thing about Ken was the band of dark plastic obscuring his eyes.

"Why do you care about Crawford's Plans? Just the tone of Aya's voice screamed 'traitor' at Ken.

"Kitty didn't switch sides, Fujimiya. If anyone's gonna turncoat, it's us." Making an entrance from the darkness much like Ken had, Schuldig entered there field of vision.

"I told you not to call me 'Kitty'!" The punch Ken delivered was simply affectionate, there was no true violent intention behind it.

"Just go back to the flower shop, Ken will show up for the mourning shift in two days. He'll bring Nagi with him. They'll explain everything." Then Schuldig vanished the same way he'd some, strait back into the darkness. Ken stayed longer, giving his teammates a hopeful look.

"Just, Please, Trust me on this." And then he followed the telepath into the dark. After a short wait, he saw all three of his friends climb back into the car. Once they'd driven off, Schuldig turned in the direction he through Ken was in.

"Get me outta here. I hate the dark."

"It's not so bad."

"Says he who sees best in total blackout. Now come get me, I can't see a damn thing.

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"This is odd..." Omi muttered, depositing his crossbow on the mission room couch. "It seemed like he was on FRIENDLY terms with Schuldig..."

"They obviously haven't hurt him." Youji rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe that thing on his head is controlling him."

"Schuldig wouldn't need to use something like that." The point was made by Aya. "How the hell could he see through that thing, anyways? The lenses was practically black."

"He said he'd come in two days and give us a full explanation." Omi dumped several darts from his sleeve on the table. "I say we wait for him."

"Two days and Ken will come. Then we'll know what's really going on." Youji shrugged. "48 hours to kill, people."

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"How did things go?" Crawford looked like he already knew, with the smirk that was already on his face.

"Fine." Killing the light, Ken pulled the visor off and pulled the newspaper out of Crawford's grasp before hoping up on the counter.

"Why did you do that?" Despite the darkness, Crawford reached out and tugged his paper out of Ken's hands.

"Schuu told me to." He shrugged, slipping the visor back on when Bradley started towards the light switch.

"If Schuldig told you to jump off a cliff, would you?"

"Only if he made up a really good reason and jumped with me." Ken hoped off the counter and tugged Schuldig out of the room. "Come on, let's work on some of that broadcasting and shielding stuff you've been trying to teach me." Shortly afterwards, Farfello wandered in, taping his knife on things as he paced around. The wall, the painting, the table, the door, and anything else was fair game for the incessant tap-tap-tap.

"Why are you doing that?" He demanded, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Schuu told me to." Was all Farfello said before reaching out and tapping his knife against the lenses of the glasses Bradley had just returned to his face. "And Ken said that annoying you would make God Cry."

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