Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Numb ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Title: Numb

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Youji x Schuldig, more? *cackle*

Warning: Yaoi, LEMON, possible NC situation, ANGST…
Summary: After 'Desire', Youji wakes up to find an empty bed, but he feels it in his heart.

Mastermind: O_O *GLOMP* Oh, THANK-YOU to everyone who reviewed Desire. My computer had a little accident, but now I'm ready to post the sequel. I'm so soooorry for the wait, but I ALWAYS get stuck reading the really good stories in chapter, and people neeeever update. Makes me want to cry really.. anyway, I've teased you enough, here it is: the prologue to my One-Shot 'Desire'.. NUMB! *que random applause* *crickets chirping* .. v_v Well, fine then. Enjoy!

~*~*~*~*~ Prologue ~*~*~*~*~

Youji woke up and stared out the window directly in front of him. It only took a few minutes for the man to realize that there WAS no window in his room. Youji darted up and immediately regretted it. He fell back to the bed, holding his head and groaning. Hangover's were bitches, after all.

Youji closed his eyes tightly, willing the pain away. He wasn't really expecting it to work, but somehow, pretending that it was numbed the pain somewhat. Youji thought back to last night. Just how much had the assassin had to drink? A lot, if he remembered correctly, which he probably didn't, but with this hangover, the man figured it would be a safe estimation.

Then Youji remember that he hadn't been alone last night. Shifting, the familiar soreness in his rear affirmed his assumption. A fire haired angel with a heart of pure gold had swept him off his feet. Ahh, but a true angel it was. In exchange for Youji's safety, he would have to hand over his heart to the angel, which he did, because the angel was drop dead gorgeous.

No… wait, that was an erotic story he had read on Omi's computer… but it was true nonetheless! Only… Youji couldn't quite remember who…

A flash of white caught his eyes, and he turned, mindful of his headache, slowly to look at it. On the bedside table, there was a white, neatly written card. Leaning over, he picked it up, hoping to grasp to anything he could about last night… about whoever had made him feel so…

The card was plain, even to Youji's numb eyes, and the writing was scrawled in a lovely cursive font:

Youji,

Please, don't hate me. I do have reasons for leaving you this morning. I was going to just leave, ignore everything, and go back to where I came from. I figured the alcohol would rob you of my memory. But, again, you stole something else from me, and I knew sooner or later you'd remember who I was.

Forgive me, I stole your memory, as you stole my heart. I don't know how it happened; it wasn't supposed to. I hurt everyone I get close to, so I settle for making them hate me, toying with them, enough to make them stay away from me. I don't want you to hate me, though.

So, like a coward, I stole your memory from last night, and replaced it with a headache. I hope we're even now, regardless, and I hope, though it pains me, that you never see me again. I can't risk your life, though I know I will eventually. Ahh, I've given away too much for someone as smart as you.

Once again, forgive me, and go on with your life.

~ Mastermind

Youji stared at the card after reading it three or four times. Mastermind? He'd heard that before, he was sure. It was almost like 'mastermind' WANTED Youji to find him. Hurts everyone… toys with their minds?

Couldn't be.

Not possible.

Youji sighed and raised himself from the bed. There would be time for tears and frustration later. Now was not later. Balinese had work, and, though he loathed to rise early, a cold shower would be nice to numb the pain he felt in his heart.

A pain he hadn't felt for so long it almost killed him.

~*~*~*~*~

"Schuldig."

The German stopped at the door, freezing slightly. Crawford. Ahh, so the big-bad-ugly, well, not ugly, wanted to talk to him? A truly rare occurrence.

"Yes, Crawford-sama?" Schuldig mocked, turned to see the said man sitting on a couch in the main room.

Main room. Ugh, this place sickened him. It was like… some cheap, 1-star hotel… only with expensive appliances. 6 rooms in total, no doors save the front. The main room consisted of a sitting area, complete with TV and a new DVD player, a kitchen, and an eating area. From one wall came the main door. Directly across from that was a wall adorned with two openings, leading to his and Crawford's 'sleeping areas'. On the walls adjacent were similar openings to Nagi and Farfarello's 'sleeping areas'.

"Why are you so late? Where were you?"

Schuldig did a double take. It wasn't often that the leader spoke unless to scold of correct one of them. He only showed a bit of openness towards Nagi, who saw him as a father. Crawford, no doubt, shared that feeling, only for a son.

"You're the clairvoyant. You tell me. Didn't you see it a week ago?"

"I realize that you see them as prey, but in the near future, I suggest 'preying' on them in a different fashion." Crawford's eyes flashed in warning.

Schuldig swallowed his pride, knowing better. "I've already broken off all ties."

Crawford smirked sinisterly. "Then it won't bother you to hear that Weiss has a mission tonight. They will be attempting to infiltrate Yutaka Drug's. They suspect that he's making more than pharmaceuticals, which is correct. Mr. Takatori has a fair bit of money invested into Yutaka, and he wants us to make sure nothing does wrong. Understood?"

Schuldig swallowed the lump fast developing in his throat. "Sure. Call me when we need to go." With that, Schuldig tromped into his area, wishing with all his heart that he had a door to slam.

~ TBC

Well? Love it? Hate it? Want more? Want less? More humour? Less? Teeeell me! *poke* *grabs virtual pocky* This better be 'man's pocky'.. it tastes better than Shuuichi's favorite… *shudder* ANYWHO.. R/R, PLEASE! Next part up presently.