Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Numb ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Schuldig followed Crawford into their safehouse, head hanging. His mood had dropped too low for him to care to even pretend to be happy. Anything that could have gone wrong had. Why had Weiss had to go? Why had YOUJI had to go? His heartbeat excellerated at the thought of his lover. What would they do to him?

Farfarello dropped the member of Weiss unceremoniously onto the floor with a loud thump.

"Leave us." Crawford said, clipping the syllables sharply.

Farfarello and Nagi nodded, leaving the main room in silence. When each had breached their own room, Crawford spun around, delivering a hard punch to Schuldig's abdomen. Falling forward, the German coughed, choking on nothing and unable to breathe. After gasping for oxygen for what seemed like hours, stomach muscles finally unclenching from the pain, he fell to his knees, whimpering slightly.

"Fool. This could have turned out terribly. Did you not think of your actions the other night? You said you'd cleared up everything." He said, walking towards Youji and crouching beside him. "If this is what you call 'clearing things up', I feel I have reason to be disappointed." He reached out, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging sharply.

Not a sound escaped the unconscious man. He lay silent and sound, no movement to show anything. Were it not for the slight movement in his neck betraying his heartbeat, Schuldig would think he was dead.

"I did. He doesn't remember anything." Schuldig said quietly.

Letting go of Youji, Crawford stood, smirking. "Oh, but he does."

Schuldig's eyes widened when Crawford pulled out a piece of white paper. It looked familiar - too familiar. For a moment, he wondered how the American had managed to get a hold of it. Then, remembering that Crawford had spent a few moments searching Youji for weapons, he nearly kicked himself.

"That's.."

"Yes. And it clearly says 'Mastermind'. Now he knows your codename. Who knows who else he's shown this to? Who else knows now who you are? I'm afraid we'll have to dispose of all evidence." Crawford said, not sounding sorry at all.

"What do you mean?" Schuldig nearly croaked.

"Everyone he's spoken to in the last two days." A pause. "And, of course, him," he smirked, eyes flashing.

Schuldig closed his eyes. "How are we supposed to locate everyone he's spoken to? How are we supposed to find that OUT?" His voice raised, headache beginning to form in his temples and behind his eyes.

Crawford folded his arms delicately. "You're a telepath, Schuldig. You can find that out easily."

Resisting the urge to scream, Schuldig looked up at his leader with wide eyes. He was expected to delve into Youji's mind, find the names, the faces, any information on the people.. then what?

"So you're just going to kill him." He said, not bothering to make it sound like a question.
The American walked to the table, sitting on the closest chair and watching the Weiss member carefully. The look in his eyes scared Schuldig for some reason. He wasn't sure what it was - something evil. More evil than anything Crawford had ever done before.

"No." It figured Crawford would answer a rhetorical question.

The redhead looked up, hope brimming his eyes.

"I think we'll drill him for information, first. I'm sure there are.. ways we can do that."

Looking back to Youji, Schuldig felt tears sting his eyes. He hadn't cried in over 10 years - he thought he'd forgotten how. Somehow, because of Youji, something from his past was coming back. A pain that was so great he wanted to run. How could he run from it, and from himself? What was there to do when the only way to stop the pain lay right in front of him, begging to be saved.

How could he save it?

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"YOUJI!" Omi wailed, spitting blood and clawing at the ground. Something was broken, he could feel the bones rub where there should be no friction. The pain sent a wave of nausea through him, causing him to fall forward. Tears stung his eyes as he looked over at the unconscious and bleeding form of Ken.

Crying, he sobbed, "Aya..!"

He couldn't see the other man. Youji had been carried off - he'd seen that after the telekenetic blast had sent him crashing through a gap in two large boulders. Ken had been caught of guard by his scream, and automatically turned to help him. This had allowed Farfarello to stab him, dropping him like a fly.

But Aya..

"AYA! Please.." Omi choked out, trying to pull himself out from behind the two giant rocks. ".. someone.."

"Omi..?"

"Aya! Where are you?"

A form came out from behind a tree, crawling slowly before trying to stand. His lip was bleeding and there was drying blood at his temple, mixing in with his crimson hair. Aya stood, unsteadily, and made his way to Omi. The usually uncaring and indifferent man pulled Omi gently out from behind the rocks, levering his leg and assessing the damage.

"Bad break. Youji's car.." He looked over through the gaps in the fence. Through the grass and through the forest was the car, unseen in the dark.

"Aya, you have to.. go get it. Come back and get us.. Ken.." Omi said hoarsly, looking at his fallen friend.

Aya nodded, standing and walking over to Ken. After a moment of looking him over, Aya, as gently as he could, dragged him over to Omi. They were hidden in the shadows so that, with any luck, anyone who happened by wouldn't notice them.

Ken was bleeding, but was not as bad off as Omi had thought. The wound was in his left side, just below the ribs. It wasn't very deep, luckily. Omi grabbed Ken's sweater, adjusting it so he could tie it tightly over the wound. Hopefully that would slow the blood flow.

"I'll be back," Aya said, slipping through the fence and disappearing into the night.

Omi looked at the gate where Aya would have to come. The guard was asleep in his little room. Maybe Aya could drive through without waking him.. Seven was very quiet..

At the thought of Seven, Omi's thoughts immediately turned to Youji. He'd been taken by the other men.. Schwarz. He would have some serious research to do on them. With any luck, he'd find out where to find Youji. At the sight of Aya driving silently past the guard, he smiled grimly. They'd managed to save each other in the past; now would be no different.

"Hold on, Youji. We're coming." He tightened his arms around Ken, taking comfort in the warm sigh that he emitted.

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Youji groaned, head lolling and falling forward. He took stock of his injury's slowly, aware that the surroundings were unfamiliar.

"So he's awake."

Balinese looked up slowly, right into the eyes of Brad Crawford.

Of course, now he remembered. They were on the mission when.. Mastermind.. Schuldig..

"Hello, Youji." Crawford said, watching the member of Weiss with interest.

Feeling a deep uncertainty come over him, the green eyed man scanned the room. No windows. No nothing. One door. In that door stood three other figures. He recognized all of them, but only one he cared to linger on.

"Don't worry about him - he's unimportant at this time." Crawford stood, looking between the two lovers. They held each other's gaze, each one speaking to the other with eyes alone. The American watched a moment more before intercepting it. "We were.. rather hoping you could give us some information."

Youji's eyes flashed. "Don't waste your breath. I'm not telling you a fucking thing." He said, voice grating. His head was throbbing, vision foggy. He remembered the kick to his temple, and thought for a second that he probably had a concussion.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, Youji. The only one it's going to hurt will be you." Crouching in front of Youji, the leader of Schwarz smirked. "I promise."

"Crawford." Schuldig cut in.

"Don't speak.." He said quietly, brushing hair from Youji's face. "He's quite lovely. I can see why you fucked him."

Youji threw himself backwards, as far as he was able to, before whimpering in pain. His hands were tied behind him, and had just been crushed. His head now felt like it was about to split open, and it seemed the only thing he'd managed to do, aside from causing himself more pain, was amuse Crawford.

"Get.. get away from me." Youji warned, though he knew he was in no position to make threats.
He heard a chuckle behind Crawford and looked up to see Farfarello snickering. Schuldig looked sick - eyes shifting between Crawford and Youji, face twisted in fear.

"So? What do you say, Youji? Will you cooperate, or do we have to do this the hard way?" A smirk played across those lips, and blue eyes sparkled in obvious amusement.

Spitting, Youji thrashed, ignoring the wave of dizzyness. "I'd rather die."

Crawford snarled, wiping the saliva from his face and standing. After delivering one hard and well-placed kick in Youji's abdomen, he growled, "that can be arranged."

Schuldig closed his eyes, turning away. Yes, indeed; everything that could have gone wrong had. What bothered him more was whether Crawford was doing this to hurt Youji, or to hurt him.

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Ahhh, forgive me for the long time in posting. And the.. er.. shortness of this chapter. I promise I'll start updating more frequently. Things are nearly sorted out, and I should be able to get my life back on track. ^_^ Enjoy, and thank you for all the reviews.