Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Reflections of the Present ❯ Reflections of the Present ( One-Shot )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Title: Relfections of the Present
Author: nekochan
email: lilneko_chan@hotmail.com
Warnings: OOC, shounen ai
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not in any way belong to me. So if you decide to sue me all I am
going to do is laugh at you since all I have is five dollars and a blubblegum wrapper.

Author's Notes: This is going to be the second chapter of a three part series. I don't really
want to do a story on what happens to Schuldich in Rosenkreuz, at least not at the present
time. I want to finish Essence of Innocence first before starting a new series. I'm also
sorry that it took me this long to do the second part. Lately, I had a really bad case of
writers block. Either way, I'm sorry to all Nagi fans since he's not in this chapter, but not
to worry since he'll be in the next chapter. Also Farfarello sounds really sane (to me he
actually sounds more same then in the last chapter) so just pretend that Farfarello goes truely
insane once Schuldich leaves since he has no one to talk to. sniff...poor Farfie. Schuldich is
also a lot more sarcastic in this story then from the previous story, but Schudlich is also
older. I'm sorry that there isn't a lot more shounen ai but I was just setting up how Schwarz
got together. The next story will be about how Nagi and Farfarello joins. Um, I think that's
all I have to say so I hope you'll like the story.

















Reflections of the Present









6 years later¡K


The sun shone brightly upon the lush green field, and lit up the vibrant flowers that
blossomed under its radiance. Little drops of dew clung to each blossom as if decorating
the aesthetic image it produced. Doves flew across the baby blue sky, the wind caressing
their bodies. They flew freely as they darted through the clouds and above the trees as if
taunting the land-ridden creatures below them.

And through the sunlit picture a snowy white building towered over the field. Its
walls stood tall, sprouting across the land to keep unwanted visitors away. The building
was painted a dull gray color, clearly not made for decorations. Windows littered across
the walls, and in one particular window a red haired boy stared longingly out the
colorless window. The boy's cat-like emerald eyes were usually an unusual bright green,
but at the present were dull and full of boredom. Wild red hair, almost an orange color
fell lazily across the boy's forehead. The boy had his face turned towards the window
where his desk as situated at, and bright green eyes stared out yearningly at the hovering
birds.

"...and the integral of In (2x+9) is..."

The chirping of birds was calling to him as they flew freely and undauntedly across
the sky. The shimmering sun seemed to smile to the redhead as if calling to him to come
out of the stuffy, insipid room and into the sunlight. It was alluring, it was beautiful, it
was¡K

"SCHULDICH!"

...out of his reach. Schuldich looked down at the ruler that sat angrily on top of his
desk. Following the length of the ruler to the hand that gripped it tightly, Schuldich
looked up at the furious face of his teacher.

"This is the third time this week that you have ignored my lessons, Schuldich! Pay
attention!" With one last reproaching look, Mrs. Akage then stomped to the front of the
class. Mrs. Akage glared at Schuldich again then continued her class.

"Integrals can be used to estimate the area of an equation. The procedure to do this
is to..."

Schuldich sighed then laid his head upon his crossed arms on the desk. Schuldich
looked at the chalkboard uninterested, and ran a pale hand through his unruly fiery hair.
With another soft sigh he glanced out of the window again, yearning for the same
freedom that the birds had. I hate this place. I hate their rules, their classes, and their
stupid idiotic classes. What happen to playing outside and having some goddamed
freedom, Schuldich thought as he starred at the squirrels playing outside.

Schuldich had been at this school for almost six years, ever since a woman came to
his home, grabbed his arm and dumped him at this place. The secretary listed him as a
telepath and enrolled him in classes that probed, examined, explored, and taught him how
to use his powers. They gave him assignments that bored the fiery teenager out of his
mind, told him that he was still a child and should not complain about free time. The
place was a learning institute for the highly gifted, it was an institution with bland
teachers with fake and over idealistic views, it was a place that robbed students of free
time, the institute was Rosenkreuz.

Schuldich sighed and turned his eyes towards the clock. Yes, Schuldich thought,
only ten minutes left of class.

"And substitute four into the equation and subtract..."

Then again, Schuldich thought, ten minutes is too long. Schuldich laid his head on
the table and resisted the urge to roll his eyes when his classmates eagerly raised their
hands into the air. Schuldich looked around the classroom to pass the time. Inside the
small classroom, the walls were stacked with shelves of books, desks and computers
lined the room, and one plant sat on the windowsill. Sitting next to Schuldich was a boy
with shoulder length blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. A plain white uniform donned
the boy, which was the standard uniform for Rosenkreuz students. The boy's eyes stared
intently towards the teacher, pen scribbling across the paper in front of him. The boy's
blue green eyes never once left the board. Schuldich sighed. All his fellow students were
exactly like the blond boy.

Schuldich couldn't help but daydream in his classes. He wanted to go outside, and
taste how freedom was like. Schuldich wasn't exactly a genius, but he still got good
marks without even trying. Unfortunately this did not keep him out of trouble. Abruptly a
bell rang, knocking the German out of his thought. Looking at the clock, Schuldich saw
that class had ended. Quietly but quickly, the telepath hurried into the hallway, praying
that the teacher would not notice him. If she did then she would give him a lecture, but
this time it seemed that lady luck was on his side. Schuldich wandered through the halls,
following the large number of students to their destination. As luck would have it, they
led him to the cafeteria. Most of the students ran forward, ignoring the orange haired boy.
In a matter of minutes the hall was completely bare.

In the middle of the empty hall was a metal door. Bolts adorned the sides of the
entrance to keep unwanted students away. Schuldich was very familiar with the room
through the metal door and knew that it was cell.

Schuldich stopped at the door and sent out his mind to the occupant in the cell. The
room was bare, gray metal walls bedecked the place. And in the middle of the cell sat a
crouching figure.

// Guten morgen (1), destroyer. How's life from inside of the cell?// Schuldich
mentally asked.

Through the metal bond, Schuldich felt the man shift positions until one of his legs
was bent under his body.

//Schuldich...//

Schuldich smirked and laid a slender hand upon the cold steel of the door. The
person inside should not have been able to see the movement, but by some means he felt
the motion. The man glanced up at the inside of the door, and Schuldich saw the flash of
a golden eye under the mass of pure white hair.

//You are restless, guilty one.//

Schuldich sighed and turned around so his back hit the door. Looking up into the
bright lights on the ceiling, the orange haired student gave another soft sigh and ran a
hand through his hair.

//This place is just so boring. There's nothing to do here. The only thing remotely
interesting is you, Farfarello.//

The white haired Farfarello did not react to the comment and instead wrapped his
arms around his raised knee.

//Being bored hurts God.//

Schuldich rolled his eyes then closed his eyes as he heard a teacher a hall down tell
a student to do a report on the communist revolution in China.

//I'm so happy that my restlessness amuses you so.// Schuldich sent back at
Farfarello sarcastically.

Farfarello did not reply to Schuldich message. Schuldich groaned as he wiped a
hand across his eyes, blocking the light from his vision.

//Does everything I do hurt God?//

//Being guilty hurts God.// Farfarello stated.

Schuldich rolled his eyes. //You know that my real name isn't Schuldich.//

//Not your birth name...no...but now it is your name, all the same.//

Schuldich lifted a slender eyebrow. //By the way you're talking, Farfie, I would
almost think that you were sane.//

//Do you think I am sane?// Farfarello cocked his head in curiosity.

//Nein.//

//Insanity hurts God. We must make him cry!//

//Of course, destroyer.// Schuldich said in the Irishman's mind.

Several seconds passed by in silence. Schuldich, not hearing a response from the
white haired man, turned around and stared at the door.

//Farfarello?//

//So the oracle has returned...//

Schuldich blinked in confusion. He did not comprehend what the Irishman was
saying. Who was the oracle?

Before Schuldich could ask Farfarello about his statement, Farfarello continued.
//Here is some entertainment for you, guilty one. We can hurt God together another
time.//

Schuldich felt Farfarello close the mental bond between them. The German boy
blinked in confusion and was about to reply when he heard a voice speak to him.

"Didn't I tell you that it was unsafe to be near that door, Schuldich?"

The sentence was more of a statement rather then a question. Schuldich swirled
around at the deep baritone voice and stopped. A few steps away stood a boy about four
years older then him. Dark brown hair fell neatly across his sharp-featured face.
The man had straight auburn hair, which fell neatly across his face. Wisps of brown
bangs drifted downwards to trail across his face, and at the side, they framed a fine-boned,
and masculine face. He had high cheekbones, a sharp nose, as well as a flawlessly perfect
light almost pale complexion. But it was his eyes that really caught the German's
attention. They were a brown almost golden tint. Dark chocolate eyes glittered full of
intelligence and insight, surrounded by long eyelashes.

Schuldich cocked his head at the man in front of his. Leaning against the wall,
Schuldich crossed his hands across his chest in an air of superiority. Looking lazily at the
man Schuldich inquired, "And who are you?"

"You don't remember me?"

"Am I suppose to?" Schuldich asked in a bored tone, but he did feel as if he had
met this American before.

The American man took off his glasses. Pulled out a handkerchief from his shirt
pocket, and started to clean the lenses. Without the glasses obstructing his face, the man's
sharp features were more prominent.

As Schuldich analyzed the man in front of him, the American stopped his actions
and looked up. Schuldich found himself drowning in pools of chocolate brown, lost in a
sense of familiarity and comfort. The man gave away an aura of a natural born leader,
confident and calm, but carrying at the same time a sense of peacefulness. The German
felt himself react to the man before him, but as soon as he did he came to back to reality.
Shaking his head, Schuldich glared at the man. What happened, the redhead wondered.
Why do I feel this way about him?

Schuldich took a step back and felt the cold metal of Farfarello's door under his
hand. Gather his thoughts together, Schuldich tried to search the man's mind. However,
the man did not let the redhead into his thoughts. An invisible metal wall blocked the
telepath from searching, not letting any weaknesses out.

Schuldich narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "Who the hell are you?"

"Brad Crawford." Was the simple response.

Brad Crawford, Schuldich shirted the name through his mind. That sounds vaguely
familiar. Wait!...Farfie said something about an oracle. My first roommate use to be a
precog...but was Brad Crawford his name? I can't remember...it was six years ago...

"Brad..." Schuldich started.

"Crawford."

"What?" Schuldich asked confused.

"I prefer to be called Crawford." The American explained as he put his glasses
back on.

Schuldich had a strong sense of deja vu.

"Right..." Schuldich said. "I have a question for you. Did you use to be my
roommate... when I first came to his hellhole?"

At the alternative name for Rosenkreuz, Crawford raised his eyebrows. "That is not
a respectable name to call this institute. As for your question, yes, I was your roommate."

Schuldich looked at the American, "Well, it was nice to see you again... Bradley."
Schuldich smirked.

Crawford stared at Schuldich. His piercing eyes seemed to look through
Schuldich's soul, and after a few moments of silence Schuldich started to feel nervous.

"What?" Schuldich asked anxiously.

"You have changed, Schuldich." Crawford stated. Schuldich did not know how to
respond that you statement and it seemed that Crawford was not expecting him to.
Suddenly, Crawford held out a hand and said, "Why don't we have lunch together? This
is your lunch period is it not?"

"Huh? Oh...ja. But lunch is almost already over."

"I'll get you out of your next class. Don't worry about it." Crawford said and
started to walk towards and cafeteria.

"Wartezeit (2)!" Schuldich cried and ran after the seer.

The orange haired man slightly frowned at the man next to him, and began to
wonder why he was here. From what Schuldich knew, Brad Crawford had graduated
three years ago, and had never returned to Rosenkreuz. Noticing that they were nearing
the cafeteria, Schuldich glanced to the side and was again stricken by the American's
beauty. The cafeteria doors opened easily, allowing them access to the clean and dreary
room. He glanced around, surveying the atmosphere lightly before walking any further.

Crawford made his way over to the empty food line. There wasn't much noise, just
the calm atmosphere of small conversation that drifted about the room. A couple chatted
idly, sipping cappuccino next to the white table in front of the open window. Near them
sat a group of girls involved in a conversation over cake and tea. Taking in the casual
surroundings, Schuldich followed the American through the line, taking only a blueberry
muffin and apple. Crawford, it seems was not hungry, since he only took a cup of coffee.
Following the American, Schuldich found himself sitting on a large empty bench away
from the other occupants in the room.

Schuldich turned his face back towards the American. He really is handsome,
Schuldich thought as he watched Crawford take a sip from his black coffee. Crawford
then straightened suddenly, his eyes rising, almost as if he felt Schuldich's stare.

Schuldich only kept his eyes pinned on the precong in front of him, until Crawford
lifted an eyebrow, "Is there something that you want?"

Schuldich resisted the urge to snort, "Isn't that what I am suppose to ask you?"

Choosing to ignore that commentary, the American nodded towards the untouched
apple and muffin, "Are you going to eat that?"

"Nein."

"Very well..." Crawford started. "I am assuming that you are wondering why I
confronted you today."

"Oh, just a little..." Schuldich said sarcastically.

"Do you know what the students of Rosenkreuz do when they graduate?"

"Of course...they...um..." Schuldich trailed off, just realizing that he actually did
not know.

"They are often hired as bodyguards and assassins, but sometimes Rosenkreuz may
call back students as professors."

"Bodyguards and assassins?" Schuldich blinked.

"There isn't a better bodyguard." Crawford said reasonably. "We can foresee the
future and eliminate any dangers, or go through a person's mind and see if he or she is
being deceitful. Some of us are stronger and faster, while others may have special
abilities, which they can use to attack our enemies from far distances."

Schuldich took all the information in stride, "Is this why Rosenkreuz is educating
us? So that we may become hired mercenaries?"

"Yes."

"..."

"I'm sure that you have an idea why I am here now."

"To recruit me?"

"Yes."

"Am I not too young? I haven't graduated yet...actually I'm not even close."
Schuldich watched as Crawford took another sip out of his cup.

"You are a bit young, but you are still one of my ideal partners. It does not matter if
you haven't graduated yet, as long as you can control your powers."

"Wait! Your ideal partner? I thought that Rosenkreuz was recruiting me to be on
your team."

"Usually they would, but a few weeks ago I was given the opportunity to create my
own team. That is why I'm here."

"Ah..." Schuldich said slowly. "So you would be my leader."

"That would be the thought."

"..."

"I would have to take over some of your lessons though. You have quiet a bit of
control over your powers, but you aren't in complete control."

"Then why take me?" Schuldich asked as he played with the apple on the table.
"There are other psychics that are far more powerful and has more control then me."

"That may be true." Crawford sighed. "But I believe that you would be a better
teammate then them. We probably would be able to work together more efficiently."

"You think so?" Schuldich asked playfully, as he imagined all the tricks that he
would pull if they were in a team together.

"Yes, I think so...however I feel that I may be regretting my decision very soon."
The American said as he saw the smirk form on the orange haired man's lips. Crawford
eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Too bad..." Schuldich laughed. "You already asked, and I think that I'll take you
up on your offer. This place is boring as hell."

"I would imagine so. I do remember my days here." Crawford said as he stood up.

Schuldich blinked, "Where are you going?"

"I have to inform the high officials that you are my new partner." Crawford started
to walk towards the cafeteria entrance.

The German jumped up from his seat, leaving his untouched food behind and ran
up to the American. "Hey! Wait up!"

Schuldich ran up to Crawford and grabbed his sleeve, "You're suppose to wait for
me."

"Then you shouldn't be so slow." Was the reply.

"Well..." Schuldich pouted, "How am I suppose to keep up if you don't tell me
anything."

"You are a telepath."

"I can't read your mind!"

"Then I guess that you would be at a disadvantage." Schuldich saw a slight smirk
around Crawford's lips, but a second later it was gone.

Schuldich didn't like that smirk so he decided to do a comeback, "Bradley..."

"Crawford." Was the instant reply that he knew would happen.

Inwardly, Schuldich was laughing. I guess that things aren't so bad now, Schuldich
thought. Looking to the side at his new leader, Schuldich found it very hard to suppress a
smile. No, things aren't bad at all.













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1.) Guten morgen- good morning (I am not sure if this is the right translation in German,
so to any German speakers please do not get offended since I know nothing in the
language. If this is not the correct translation then tell me, and I'll correct the mistake.
Thanks.)

2.) Wartezeit- wait