Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Oceans Apart ❯ Your soul as well ( Chapter 1 )

Although I still don't own all the yummy boys of Weiss Kreuz, I do own the DVDs, so YAY being able to finally watch it! Squee! I loved how Schwarz looked in the first opening! So hot and evil and cool!

Anyways, here's chapter one!

Oceans Apart

-Chapter One-

Sprawled across the couch, Schuldig was idly flipping through the channels on tv. Feeling somebody's gaze on him, Schuldig tilted his head just enough to see the person out of the corner of his eye.

Glaring down at the lazy German on the couch, Nagi removed his shoes and hung up his coat. Turning back to Schuldig, he frowned. "Well?"

Turning back to the tv, Schu offered up a "Well what?"

"You forgot, didn't you?"

Schuldig shrugged slightly, "If I forgot, it must not have been important."

Rolling his eyes, Nagi shook his head. "Crawford told you to let Farf out."

"Oops…" Twisting and rolling himself up into a sitting position, but just settling for propping himself up on one arm, Schu made a pouting face at Nagi.

Glancing back at Schuldig, he rolled his eyes. "Don't make that face…" Nagi shuddered, "Kowai."

Dropping the cute, pouty act, Schu huffed, "I'm not scary… Hey, Naggles?"

Pausing and sighing in the hallway, long given up on Schuldig not calling him those childish names, he turned and waited. "Well…?"

Smirking slightly, Schu continued, "Since you're going to your room, would you be able to let Farf out on your way? Danke."

"Schuldig, that was your job! I'm not letting…"

"Danke."

"Schuldig! I'm not…"

"Danke."

Rolling his eyes and sighing at Schu's childish behavior, he turned and walked towards Farf's room. Hearing Schu's "Ha ha, I win" made him twitch slightly. "Stupid German."

"I heard that!"

Nagi muttered something very unflattering under his breath about orange-haired Germans.

Laughing, Schu yelled out, "I heard that too."

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Depositing his book bag in his bedroom, Nagi walked down the hallway to stand in front of Farfarello's room. Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the door and peeked around it. "Farf?"

Poking his entire head into the room, he called out again. "Farf, you okay to come out?"

"The Guilty One forgot."

Hesitating over Farf's grumpy tone of voice, Nagi proceeded cautiously. "It seems that way, but remember, it is Schuldig…"

Farf glowered silently out of his single amber eye.

Sighing, Nagi proceeded forward, unhooking Farf then righting him with his telekinesis. As he telekinetically unbuckled the restraints, he continued to console Farf. "I'm sure Crawford will let you out tonight when he finds out what happened." When a person is displeased, make them forget their displeasure by giving them something pleasurable.

Farf perked up and asked hopefully, "And let me hurt God?"

Nagi grinned slightly, "Yes, you can go pick on God."

Calmly following Nagi out towards the living room, he asked, "Can I watch the tv?"

Nagi shook his head, grinning he indicated his head towards Schu. "You'll have to fight the slug for that one."

From the couch, they heard a disembodied voice, "Hey! I'm not a slug!"

"Yeah, slugs actually move, albeit slowly. You're more a sloth."

Sitting up, Schu sighed dramatically. "Y'know, Nagi? That hurts, right here." And Schu placed a hand over his chest.

Rolling his eyes at the dramatics, he telekinetically moved Schu's hand to the other side of his chest. "You're heart's on the left side." Turning to Farf, he said, "Be good." Glancing back at Schu he added, "You too. I have work to do, so no games."

"Ja, Mutter."

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With Nagi busy and Crawford still at his office, that left him only one person to play with. "Hey, Farf! Come and watch tv with me."

Farf walked into the living room and stood to the side of the couch Schu was sprawled across. Looking up at the albino, Schu smirked. "I saved you a nice spot on the floor. Still mad at me?"

Looking down at the German, Farf sat down cross-legged in front of the couch. Taking this as a sign of peace, Schu's smirk widened, "Good."

Pointing the remote at the television, Schu began to rapidly change channels. "Boring, seen it, soap opera, Japanese soap opera, infomercial, infomercial, news…"

After five minutes of this, Farf snatched the remote from Schu and snapped in two. "We will watch this," Nodding his head, he continued, "This will hurt God."

"FARF!" Schu wailed, "You broke the clicker! How am I supposed to change the channels now? Sports coverage doesn't hurt God, but I definitely will hurt you if you don't get up there and change the channel right now!"

When Farf immediately didn't get up and do his bidding like he commanded, Schu began to poke him in the back of the head. "Farf? FARF! Change the channel!"

"No."

Chocking on his surprise, he managed to rationally ask, "Why not?"

Farf shrugged, "Payback."

Eyes narrowed, Schu gah-lared at the white head in front of him. If looks could kill… but a telekinetic's looks can! And he can also change the channel!

/Yo, Nagi!/

An annoyed sigh was broadcasted across the link. /What do you want, Schuldig?/

Broadcasting an image of a very cute and pleading chibi-Schu to Nagi he said in his best innocent victim "voice", /Farf broke the clicker and now he wont change the channel for me./

Rolling his eyes, Nagi put down his textbook. Rubbing at theSo I should punish the bridge of his nose, he responded, /Really? And you are the victim here and that's why I should help you?/

/Ja./

/And I should probably punish Farf who is the evil bad guy in this situation?/

/Well, if you have nothing better to do…/

/So I should punish the person whom you kept locked in his room all day?/

/Yah, that's basically it./

/Goodbye, Schuldig./

/So you're not going to change the channel for me?/

Although his shields were nowhere near strong enough to keep out the telepath, Nagi had his ways for keeping his privacy. Calling to the front of his mind, Nagi began projecting as loud as he could all of the chemistry, biology and physics he has ever learned. Nagi smiled to himself when he heard Schu yell out, "Agh! Science! Nagi, you dirty cheater!"

Glaring at the white head in front of him that caused this mess; Schu sighed and resigned himself to either having to move to change the channel or having to watch sports. After a few seconds of unsuccessful wriggling, he decided, sports it is.

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After sitting through, or in his case, lying through twenty very boring minutes of golf - as if that actually is a sport - something very interesting came on, causing him to divert all of attention towards the television screen.

Basically naked, sleek muscled teenagers were shown on the screen stretching around a pool. Interested, very interested, Schu began paying closer attention to what the news reporter was saying.

"…and just last night Fields Sebastian-san arrived back in Nippon and agreed to participate in this exciting event…"

/Sebastian Fields? Kinda sounds familiar…/

"…as you can see…" the camera switched its angle from the reporter to the cheering crowd, "… the fan favorite today is clearly Fields-san, as you all can see with his adoring fans… Oh, wait! Fields-san is heading onto the pool deck!"

The camera was viciously swung, making Schu feel slightly nauseous, and then it settled on a figure in a navy blue hooded sweatshirt and a pair of tear-away track pants.

What's so good about that guy? He looks like everybody else, except he's not Japanese, and… Schu's train of though was cut off when the person in question pulled off the bulky sweatshirt to reveal the sleek and toned swimmers body underneath.

/Wow./

/Wow what?/ Nagi asked Schu from across the link.

/This swimmer guy. I can see why he's so popular…/

/Swimmer? I'm assuming you "decided" to watch the sports channel?/

/Yeah, and a good thing too, or else I would have missed this!/

Intrigued by Schuldig's enthusiasm in the swimmer, he ventured out from his room to see what the big deal was all about. Standing behind the couch and looking at the tv, and the Olympian God plastered across it, all Nagi could say was, "Wow."

The God in question was stretching his arms while listening to music played through the chunky headphones. At the sight of those muscles flexing under the afternoon sun, whatever the reporter was saying was falling on deaf ears.

Slimmer and taller than the other swimmers, Sebastian stretched his arms above his head, arcing his body backwards. Shaking off his stretch, he yawned slightly. Another gajin came over to him, and began talking into his ear. A startled look quickly passed across the man's face, he blinked then burst out into laughter.

"Kirei…" Nagi murmured at the swimmer's display of amusement. Sebastian, still laughing, slapped the other man across the shoulders, and then walked up to the starting blocks. Bending down, he gripped the seam of his track pants, then pulled up and away, causing all of the snaps to unfasten. Sebastian tossed the track pants to the other gajin amid the screams of his cheering fans.

Shaking his head, amused, at the crowd's reaction, Sebastian propped on leg on the block and began stretching it out. And repeated the process with the other leg. Watching from the security of their apartment, Schu breathed out, "Legs that long should be outlawed."

By this point, Nagi had to sit down, his legs refusing to support him. Staring at the screen, all he could say was, "Speedo. He's wearing a Speedo."

Schuldig licked his lips, why hadn't he ever though of watching swimming before? Pretty soon, he'll jump into that pool and come out all glisten-y and wet.

After a few more delicious moments of Sebastian stretching, all of the swimmers approached the blocks and were starting to line up. The only swimmer with long hair, the other either with shaved heads or their hair stuffed under swim caps, Sebastian really stood apart from the Japanese competitors.

Taking the goggles from around his neck, he adjusted them so they were sitting comfortably over his eyes. Ready, he took his place on the starting block, and waited patiently.

When all the swimmers were lined up on the blocks, the count down began.

"On your Marks!"

The swimmers bent forward, positioning themselves for the dive.

"Get Set!"

Sebastian's toes tensed around the edge of the block, the muscles in his back rippling from anticipation.

"GO!" With that signal, a gun was shot into the air and the swimmers dove from the blocks. Unable to move his eyes from the brunette with the braided hair, Schu watched as he dove horizontally away from the blocks, the powerful legs providing the momentum. The long body jackknifed in the air and then he was shooting through the water like a missile. After coasting about ten feet, his chest and head emerged from the water as he swam the butterfly. When he reached the opposing wall, Sebastian turned and used those legs to kick off the wall, propelling him through the clear pool. Before his momentum began to decrease, he swam the front crawl on his way back. The race was over before it hardly begun, with Sebastian beating the other swimmers by at least a minute thirty.

After the race, the news reporter was talking to the still dripping Sebastian, much to his fan's delight.

"How does it feel to not only defeat your opponents, but to also beat your personal best?"

Sebastian shrugged. Still a little breathless he replied, "It feels pretty good, especially since I have stopped competing."

The reporter and Schuldig frowned. He can't stop swimming after I've discovered it! Not fair!

"Then the rumors are wrong? This race wasn't the start of your comeback to the sport?"

Sebastian shook his head slightly, causing water droplets top fall from his long hair. "No, I'm afraid it isn't. The only reason why I agreed to swim today was because I would not have been left alone until I did race. But now that I have raced against and beaten the top swimmers in Japan, and set a new personal best and sub sequentially world record, even when I haven't trained for the past three years, I feel that I have proven myself to the world. Now, I can go on with my life without having to deal with other up and coming swimmers with a little talent constantly pressuring me to compete against them."

The reporter continued on, "But could you have not waited until after the next Olympics? Would you not like to win one last gold medal for your country?"

Sebastian shrugged and grinned, "Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. I have already had my fifteen minutes, it's time for these other athletes to have theirs."

"What a noble sentiment. Not competing to allow others a chance to win. Very few athletes have willingly done so."

Sebastian titled his head slightly to the side and grinned, "Very few athletes have accomplished what I have."

"That is so very true. You have broken numerous records and have set the bar to new heights for the future generation of swimmers. You may not be the Lord of the Sea, but you are definitely the Lord of the Pool." The cameraman focused on Sebastian's face, and his Caribbean-blue eyes stared out at the camera.

With that, the broadcast of the swim meet changed to the soccer match that night, and Schu managed to get Nagi to telekinetically turn off the television.

"Wow."

"Wow is right."

"It's a shame that he won't be swimming anymore. The way he swam, it was pure… beauty…"

Schuldig pouted, "It's a shame I won't be able to see his almost-naked body again…" Schu let his words drift off, thinking. "Waitaminnit! I'm a telepath and the rules of man don't apply! I can see his almost-naked body anytime I want to!"

"I'm glad your aspiring to such great heights, Schuldig."

Schuldig turned his head to see Bradley Crawford standing at the doorway to the living room. Schuldig laughed, "I believe it was you who said `whatever keeps me out of trouble.' ".

"So I am to assume that this will become your new preoccupation?"

Schu smirked, "Minds in turmoil taste like honey; Olympian Gods will taste like ambrosia. And with them, there will be no bees for me to look out for."

Crawford's shoulders rose minutely in a slight shrug. "No, with the Gods you needn't fear the bees. You merely must be careful not to invoke their wrath."

With that warning still floating in the air, Crawford walked to his office and shut the door. Sitting down at his desk, he placed his briefcase on the desktop, and rested his head ion his folded hands as is he was in prayer.

He had Caribbean-blue eyes, the clear color of the Southern oceans. In all of his twenty-eight years on this planet, he has only seen eyes that color twice; the eyes of his baby brother who lost his life to the sea, and the eyes of the merman who pulled him from it.

Glancing at the bare spot on his wrist where his father's watch once rested, Crawford remembered. It appears that after a year and a half since the fall of Eszett and your appearance, you are finally ready to ask of me the favor that will earn back my most precious treasure.

Staring down at the framed picture on his desk, showing a man and a woman holding a baby with a boy standing in front of them, Crawford smirked and then looked out the window.

"Hurry up, little fish. Hurry and ask your favor, for I am not a patient man. And be careful, for my payment will not only be the watch, but your soul as well."

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Author's notes:

The thing about the remote control I read in another Weiss fic… unfortunately I can't remember which one…

A friend once told me that Sebastian means Lord of the Sea, and I've decided to keep that meaning, although she was slightly wrong (Bastion either means a means of fortification, of a person defending a principle, not lord of, but oh well.). And that is where that little play on words come from. Sebastian: Lord of the Sea, and because of how well he can swim he has been dubbed the Lord of the Pool… I though it was amusing, anyways…

Yes, Weiss will make an obligatory appearance, but not for a little while at least.

Thank you, please r & r! And as for my first review, YAY, I will try to write my action scenes in a less confusing manner. It's just that the way I write them I how I see them in my head based on all the characters' perspectives, without going soo far in one perspective that I ruin the surprise for the other. Either way, it's something that I'm going to work on.