Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Not Quite Good Enough To Be Going On With... ❯ Einleitung ( Chapter 2 )

It was almost too easy.

He had slipped into the room silently, even going so far as to close the door carefully behind him, without ever alerting the figure slumbering on the bed. Even in the poor lighting, the man was still something to behold.

The man now called Schuldich lay on his stomach, clutching the pillow between both arms as he sighed in his sleep. His hair was loose, spilling over his shoulders to fan around his head. It was shorter now, and cut evenly for a change. He smiled at that. So the cheap bastard had finally hired someone to cut and style it for him, had he?

The sheet did little to hide his naked body, clinging to him in the heat of this German summer. For an instant, he considered climbing onto the bed, and wrapping one hand around that long, angled neck once more. He could almost taste his tears, almost catch the scent of that fear…

On the bed, Schuldich shifted a little, gripping his pillow a little tighter. He made a soft sound in the back of his throat that might have been a word once. His eyes flew open as the safety slid off easily.

Rolling over and sitting up, he adjusted to alertness quickly. "…Sie bastard. Sie mischten Droge ich." (…You bastard. You drugged me.) He hissed.

"I arranged it, yes. How else was I to prevent you from hearing me coming?"

"…I did hear you. Gerade jetzt." (Just now.)

"You're getting stronger."

"Maybe you're just underestimating me again."

"I never underestimated your powers, Schuldich. Only your loyalty."

"To what? To you? Sie unterhalten mich." (You amuse me.)

"…I never did." He murmured quietly. His forefinger was folded lightly over the trigger.

"…Is that what you've come for, then? To kill me?"

"Do you think you deserve any less?"

"…Er sollte nicht sterben, wissen Sie." (…He wasn't supposed to die, you know.)

"Oh?"

"That wasn't how we planned it. You must have seen that. He was always getting in the way."

"You killed him, Schuldich. With your very own mind."

"It was… notwendig." (…necessary.)

"And so is this."

"…"

"…"

His fingers played with the hem of the sheet that lay draped across his lap. His finger twitched, just a little, as it tapped lightly at the trigger.

"…I thought you were going to shoot me…?" He asked eventually.

"I will."

With a sigh, he threw himself back against the headboard and spread his arms wide. "Then do it, Bradley. Du hast mich. Kein Entrinnen. Nun tote mich." (You have me. No escape. Now kill me.)

Abruptly, Crawford lowered the gun. He did not take his hand from the trigger, merely turned the gun and lowered his arm to his side. "…No."

"Ich will dass ihr!!" (I want you to!!) He cried, jerking upright angrily.

"And that is why I will not. Yet." He smiled then, white teeth catching on bloodless lips. "Don't you know what today is, Schuldich? …It's our anniversary."

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