Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Run ❯ Weakness ( Chapter 5 )

 

Schuldig rolled over on to his back from his side and winced. Then looked at his surroundings. Where the hell was he? Everything was familiar to him. Then he fully remembered. Remembered where he was and why he was there. He was home. That was because he'd been beaten nearly to death.

 

“Gott, please don't let him find me,” he said out loud.

 

“He won't.”

 

“Brad?” Schuldig said, looking around for him. Finding him sitting in the chair by the computer.

 

Crawford got up and walked to the bed and sat down on the edge. “How are you feeling? We were worried that we might lose you there for a little while.”

 

“I was worried about that too,” he said quietly. Sitting up carefully and wrapping his arms around his knees. He glanced at Crawford out of the corner of his eye. “You're getting gray.”

 

Crawford reached up self consciously to touch the few strands of white at his temples. “Yeah, well. I suppose it's about time for that.”

 

Schuldig cocked his head to the side and studied him for a moment. “I like it. Makes you look distinguished.”

 

He smiled a little. “Thanks. I'll go tell the other two that you're up. Nagi will have my head if I don't tell him you're awake.”

 

Schuldig's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

 

Crawford smiled at him, correctly reading the look. “I think you'll find in short order that Nagi is quite a force to be reckoned with now.”

 

“Real-ly?”

 

“Even I wouldn't piss him off on purpose. Or on accident if I can help it.”

 

“He certainly grew up pretty.”

 

“You should see it when he and Farf go out together. It's like watching a very twisted and strange version of beauty and the beast.”

 

“I can only imagine.”

 

“Well, fortunately you've always had a really good imagination,” Crawford said, walking out the door. “I'll be back in a few minutes.”

 

Schuldig nodded and sat thinking. That hadn't been nearly as weird or awkward as he'd expected it to be. He'd taken off in a fit of temper to begin with because Brad had rejected him. Thinking back on it he really couldn't blame him for it. He'd been absolutely drunk and completely obnoxious. He had gone back to Germany and had cut off all contact with everyone out of pride. He had come across the man responsible for nearly killing him while there. He'd been surprised to see him away from Japan. They had for some strange reason fallen into being friends, then lovers.

He probably should have left the first time he'd been hit. They had both drank too much and the profuse apologies and sweetness that followed after that were enough to make him stay. It had gotten progressively worse as time went on. Nearly a year afterward it had become clear that the honeymoon was definitely over. But by that point he had been so locked into the cycle he didn't see a way out. He was an assassin damn it. What kind of an assassin let himself be pulled into that kind of life?

He sighed heavily, completely disgusted with himself for being so weak.

 

Stop it, Schuldig. You are not weak. No one could survive what you did by being weak in any way, shape or form, Nagi said.

 

 

Nagi looked at the man hanging in the chains and fought the urge to kill him with his bare hands.

 

“Jealousy does not become you, Nagi,” the man in chains gasped out between labored breaths.

 

Nagi smiled and opened the neurological pathways that interrupted pain a little wider. Allowing the reopened wounds to hurt him more than they normally would have.

 

“And why would I be jealous of a filthy little piece of trash like you?” Nagi said silkily into his ear.

 

“I had him. He never looked at you as anything more than an annoying little brother.”

 

Nagi shrugged. “As if that matters,” he said, turning to walk away.

 

“Just fucking kill me and get it over with!”

 

Nagi rotated slowly back around to face him. He smiled and reached over to brush the hair back from the other man's eyes. Leaning in until their faces were only an inch apart.

 

“Oh, I will. Make no mistake about that,” he nearly purred. “But I also intend to break you utterly before I allow you that small consolation. I have a need to make you scream until you can no longer give voice to your misery. Call it a weakness.”