Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Oceans Apart ❯ Be seeing you ( Prologue )

Ahh… Another Schwarz/OC fic, this about what measures a person will go to reclaim the treasures he has lost. Starts at the end of season one and turns AU from there. Read and enjoy, and possibly review. Rated R for yaoi-goodness and other fun stuff.

"Blah" - speech

"Blah" - speech in language other than Japanese, will be noted (hopefully)

/Blah/ - telepathy

Oceans Apart

It may not have been a dark and stormy night, actually, when he set out it was barely nearing late afternoon and the sun was still burning brilliantly in the sky. But as he was slowly making his way through the underground cavern, Oce could barely stop a shudder from running up his spine.

Making a slight face, he shook out his arms slightly. "Okay, that was slightly weird… " He muttered to himself to break the potent silence. "The creep factor was at zero when I started out, and other than all the rotting skeletons, why am I getting soo… creeped out? I have come across a lot worse…"

Shaking his head, Oce ventured further into the damp darkness. Humming softly to himself to break the oppressive atmosphere, he stopped at the end of the passageway. Cracking his knuckles, he shook out his hands and arms and then stood still in front of the door.

Closing his eyes, he opened up his mind and sank deep into it, looking for the switch that was hidden all the way at the bottom. Seeing the switch in his mind, he flicked it on, activating that weird little power of his that he had since before he could remember. The power activated, Oce clenched his fists, and felt the power course through his veins, then brought his hands to rest upon the stonewall. Pressing forwards, his hands began sinking through the wall, to be followed by his arms and then the rest of his body.

Fully through the wall on the other side, Oce clenched his hands once again, causing his power to recede back to that place in his mind. Waving a hand in front of his nose at the gods-awful smell of stagnant air, and practically asphyxiating at the pungent fumes, Oce quickly placed a breathing apparatus in his mouth.

Sighing mentally at the stale taste of the bottled oxygen, really, very pleased that he had it for once, Oce began exploring the sealed room, looking for the artifact that he was sent to find… and any other sparklies that he may want to grab on his way out. May as well, he did come all the way out here, after all. No reason to let it rot until judgment day.

Turning his flashlight on the object on the pedestal, Oce waved his fisted hands slightly and squealed in excitement. His eyes lighting up and glowing slightly in an unnatural manner, he held the object in his hands.

The fabled Maiden's Tears! The legends were long forgotten, but he knew that over three thousands years ago that a beautiful shaman princess lost her beloved in a brutal battle. Showing her sorrow, she cried for one thousand days, her tears crystallizing into an orb. As her tears flowed from her eyes, so did her powers, as her "essence" was contained in her tears. At nightfall on the thousandth day, a portal opened before her to the underworld; she cried herself to death. Her spirit took the orb containing her powers and she ventured forth into the underworld to find her lost love. She found him, and using the orb containing the essence of her shamanic powers, she was able to barter for the spirit of her lost love. After freeing him from the God of Destruction, they both rose into the heavens and that is where their spirits have lived to this day.

Safely tucking the ball into his treasure sack, Oce continued his musings as he continued looking through the cave. Over the years, the orb of shamanic powers managed to make its way back to the middle world, where thousands of men had lost their lives trying to claim its power for themselves. As time passed, the legends became distorted, and the orb of shamanistic powers that has the ability to bring souls back from the dead, turned into an elixir for invincibility.

Grabbing the basically worthless chalice that was his reason for coming down to the forgotten ruins of this holy temple, Oce dropped it rather carelessly into another bag. Shaking his head slightly, he mused over how silly some people could get just because some hundreds-years old saint happened to drink some wine out of it… It's not like the chalice had any real power, or else he would have sensed it. Whenever real magick is used, or you come across a magickal artifact, the magicks leave a metallic taste on the back of the tongue and causes a slight stinging sensation at the back of the lower teeth to whoever it is being casted upon.

Shrugging, Oce surveyed the last of the sealed room. Nothing else of real value was left, and his bags were too full to carry anything else. Turning back to the stonewall, Oce called up his power again and phased back through. Taking the breathing apparatus out of his mouth, he dropped it into the bag holding the chalice, and slowly began walking out of the cavern.

After several minutes of walking, he heard a strange rumbling sound reverberating all through out the cavern. Frowning, he stopped and looked up. "It almost sounds like something is crumbling…" Oce's eyes widened and he cursed. Seeing the cracks form along the ceiling and walls, he called out his power once more and began sprinting towards the exit.

When he got to the tidal pool that drains in from the ocean, Oce dived into the salty seawater and began swimming as fast as he could. Swimming so low that his belly was scraping along the cavern floor, Oce dove down a hidden tunnel and swimming, he followed the twists and turns. Turning his head slightly, he could see that he was barely keeping pace with the cracks and he could feel the tunnel collapsing behind him from the weight of the crumbling mountain.

Free of the tunnel, Oce began swimming up towards the surface, and cursed when a falling boulder almost crushed him, but he managed to phase through it at the last moment. Yay weird powers… Still swimming towards the surface, with a last few strong kicks he managed to break though the rough surface waters. Looking around him, Oce felt something, causing him to turn and look at where he just swam. The mountain with the building on top was crumbling and falling into the ocean.

The tunnel taking him about thirty feet away from the action kept him in relative safety but still allowed him to watch what was happening. But what was happening? Something big had to cause that mountainside to crumble, but why was the temple ruins destroyed and crushed before the mountain? It's as if whatever destroyed the mountain had to destroy the holy ruins before… Frowning, Oce knew what that meant: demons. And he was pretty sure it was somehow related to that artifact he was contracted out to find, and then his partner stole from him to get all of the reward.

Broken out of his musings by the fact that people, alive people, were falling as well, Oce began swimming towards them. Considering how angry the sea was, after falling into it, they wouldn't stay alive for very long. About ten feet away, Oce saw a figure in white fall into the ocean, and he dove down to intercept him. Grabbing the man under the shoulders, Oce began dragging his unconscious body towards the surface.

Calling out his power to encompass him and his unconscious friend; getting squished by really very big falling rocks wasn't quite high on his to-do list; Oce began swimming for the beach and solid land. Once on dry ground, he would figure out what to do with the man and maybe get some answers as to why they wanted to bring more demons to this world.

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Dragging himself out of the water, Schuldig collapsed on the beach and began coughing up swallowed seawater. Opening his eyes to see a small fish flopping on the beach, his eyes widened in horror, /Please tell me that I did not just cough that up! Please tell me I didn't swallow a so-raw-it's-still-alive-fish!/

/Okay, you didn't swallow…/

/NAGI! You're alive!/

/Yes, and?/

/For not catching me, I'm gonna kill you!/

Nagi poked the waterlogged German with his shoe, "Really? And how do you plan on doing that?"

Looking up, Schuldig glowered at Nagi through stands of matted hair. Unfortunately for him, Nagi didn't find it all too threatening…

Crouching down, he asked, "Where's Crawford?"

Grunting slightly, Schu sat up and shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno… I can't feel him… must be unconscious…"

At that statement, Nagi turned frantic. "If he's unconscious in the water, he'll drown!"

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Schuldig!"

"If the Oracle dies, God will be happy. If Crawford lives, it will make God cry."

Looking up at the psychopath, Schuldig smirked, "Well then, let's make God cry."

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Laying the unconscious man on the beach, Oce brushed his hair away from his face and leaned his ear to the man's chest. "Breathing, check." He then began running his hands down the quite built and attractive body. "No broken bones…" Brushing his fingers softly through the man's hair, he murmured, "Doesn't appear to be any cranial damage. Lucky, to fall from a crumbling building into the sea and to only suffer from unconsciousness…"

Staring softly down at the man, Oce tenderly brushed the man's bangs away from his forehead. Oce was startled back when the man opened his eyes and catching Oce's wrist, looked at him.

Wide eyed, Oce stared down at the man who had the darkest brown eyes he had ever seen; other than his brother… Frozen, Oce could only stare into those eyes, and then winced slightly when the pressure on his wrist increased.

"W-who ar-re you…?"

Oce stared down at the man and licked his lips. The eyes were not staring directly at him, they were slightly unfocused and Oce noticed two indentations on the sides of the man's nose. Glasses, he wears glasses… So if he needs them to see properly, without them, he cannot see my face or my Ocesion body. Convenient.

The man spoke again, "Your name."

"Only if given something in return."

The man glared at Oce. "You may call me the Oracle."

"Okay, the Oracle. My name is Oceanus, Oce for short. And, I get to choose what will be given to me." Oceanus bent down, his lips hovering over the Oracles'. "And seeing how a name is the only thing truly owned by a man, it is quite valuable. So, something valuable must be given in return. A kiss…" Oce's lips brushed over the Oracles' lips. Pulling back, he smiled slightly, "…and this will do quite nicely!" Oce chirped out as he removed the watch from the wrist imprisoning his own.

The Oracle tried to grab it back but fell back to the sand. Eyes closed, he said softly, "That was my father's watch, it's all I have left."

Looking at the old and weathered gold, Oce smiled sadly. "You have more than the watch; you have the memories of your family. I don't even have that…" Blinking, Oce winked at the Oracle. "Think of it as an incentive. I will come back to you looking for a favor, and the watch will be payment. But I will look different then, and I may not come to you, but one of your black minions."

"Black minions? Schwarz?"

Gazing down the beach, special lenses slid across his eyes, and his pupils turned and shifted as he focused on the fast approaching figures. Blinking, his eyes returned to normal, and he looked back down at the man on the beach. "They're approaching, and I'll be taking this as my cue to leave. Remember," Oce indicated the watch in his hand, " this shall be your payment for the favor I will ask of you. And its absence will also serve as a reminder of the day you were pulled from the sea and were asked for nothing in return for that act. Until then, I will treasure it as you have. Adieu."

Breaking the hold on his wrist, Oce pushed away from Crawford and dove into the sea, his tail causing a spray of droplets to fall and a rainbow to form. With wide eyes, Crawford watched as Oceanus swam back out to the sea, the flapping of his tail breaking the surface.

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When Schuldig, Nagi and Farfarello reached him, he held his tongue on the matter of the man who was also half fish. No doubt, Schuldig will tease him non stop about it, blaming it on too much swallowed sea water, or him not having his glasses or some other plausible explanation. But, all he needed to do was to look at the pale band of flesh on his left wrist to know that this …this merman actually existed. Ignoring Schuldig's prattling, he gazed out at the ocean. With all his powers, even Estet with all of their powers, did not know that this creature of legend actually existed. It's quite humbling, especially when said creature pulled him from the ocean, but pulled free no one else. All of this time, he has been wrapped up in his own powers, thinking himself better than those lesser mortals… if their positions were reversed, would he as a merman have pulled a psion from the sea? Probably not. Knowing himself, he would have sneered at the foolish human who dared to enter his domain, then would have continued on with his plotting and scheming.

"Bradley?"

"My name is Crawford, not Bradley. You would do best to remember that."

Schuldig pouted. "Well, may-be if you actually listened to me instead of zoning out, I would call you Crawford. But, no-o-o-o! You, Mr. High-and-Mighty are too good to listen to us lesser men!"

Crawford smiled, shocking Schuldig into silence. "No, most definitely not."

"Most definitely not what? Crawford? Crawford! You're acting all funny! YO, NAGI! I think he hurt his head, he's smiling!"

Amused at Schuldig's antics, he cast one last gaze out to sea before resuming his role as the leader of Schwarz. Gathering his team together, he began plotting and scheming how to survive the wrath of Estet, and when that hurdle was cleared, he would need to decide on what they will do after.

After Schwarz left, and the beach became deserted once more, a head broke the surface of the water. Multi-hued green hair floating around him, Oceanus focused his Caribbean-blue eyes in the direction Schwarz went.

Smiling, Oceanus said something and dove back under the ocean, the winds carrying his words to the barren shoreline.

"Be seeing you."

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Author's notes:

So? Didja like the first part yet? Yes, no impartial? Please r and r, it'll make me very happy and more inclined to write.

This is a combination of two Schwarz ficcie ideas, combined because when I finally have all my fics up and posted, I will have an obscenely large number of Schwarz/Oc fics, especially considering the rather large role they will play in the Deviant Quartz chapter in the Thirteen Chronicles, not considering all the appearances they make and the references made towards them in that universe.

Anyways, can u say obsessed much? …Especially when I haven't actually seen the show yet? But, hopefully, that will be soon remedied, if FEDEX hasn't returned to sender my Schwarz dvds.

Either way, thanks for reading, and hopefully the wait for the next chapter wont be too long.