Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Hope ❯ The Mastermind and the Color Red ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Shattered Hope [Chapter 17]

Author: Seph* (formerly known as Farfarello)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: yaoi, angst, lemon

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me... but the fics belonging to psychotic_farfarello do.

For the earlier chapters of Shattered Hope: http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php/25415

Comments: More contemplating… and a little introduction to some action!! ^__^ Sorry this took such a long time to post… I've been swamped with schoolwork for aeons!! Please do enjoy reading Shattered Hope Chapter 17!! =^_^=

 

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::Schuldich::

 

I woke up to the sound of clinking china… weird… I felt my temples pounding as if I had a cataclysmic hang over. I swallowed the forming lump in my throat, still refusing to open my eyes even when I heard the faint sound of rustling paper. I didn't want to “wake up” yet, but my body began to hurt in various places which was the only thing I needed to remember everything that happened last night. Shit. Last night--- and earlier this morning!!

 

My eyes shot open at the sudden rush of images from earlier this morning. Images of Katzchen and--- and that fucked-up redhead… or soon-to-be fucked-up redhead once I get my hands on him~ which I hope to be some time very very soon. Before I could process everything that I was starting to remember, I heard “the great one” address me so very sarcastically.

 

“Nice of you to join me for breakfast Schuldich, though I would much appreciate it if you didn't have all this hair on the table--- and otherwise, in my coffee.”

 

Crap. The last thing I needed right now just arrived. I raised my head from the table sheepishly, only then did I realize that I had fallen asleep on the dining table--- my sore cheek and stiff neck and back were enough to tell me that it wasn't the best place to sleep in.

“And that's good morning to you too Crawford.” I spat out as if my very saliva was acid, silently wishing that it really was and that it would hit Crawford straight on the face. I was absolutely in no mood for whatever shitty sermon I was bound to get this morning.

 

“Upset maybe?”

 

Tsk. Another mocking remark from one Bradley Crawford was enough to make me burn this place to the ground.

 

Upset? Upset?? Upset??! No, I was NOT fucking upset---- I was fucking pissed-off to the millionth degree--- that's what I was!! I felt so pissed-off that I wanted to blow people's brains out. I clenched my fists as I forced myself up to a sitting position, hearing my vertebrae pop more than a dozen times. Oh yes Schu… this is NOT a good morning for you.

 

“No, I'm not `upset' Crawford…” I just wanted to skin a million redheads and blow up a few heads that's all.

 

“I gotta go.” I mumbled as I forced myself to stand up. Shit--- my legs screamed in protest but I just had to get away from this suit-wearing, coffee-sipping, newspaper-reading American!! I bumped into Nagi on the way to my bedroom, he looked at me from head to foot, “Out last night?” I gave a chuckled, “Out in terms of what growing boys like you shouldn't learn just YET.” Then I waved him off and found my way to my sanctuary--- the only place in this house where I could be alo--- “What the fuck??!”

 

“FARFARELLO!! What the hell are you doing in MY ROOM??!”

 

Now wait just a friggin' moment here! I just can't go home after seeing a shitty scene, sleep on the dining table, have Crawford yap at me first thing in the morning, bump into the most `inquisitive' kid in the world, and finally reach my room, where I'm supposed to have my alone time and find THIS!! I found Farfarello INSIDE my room, practically romping on my bed while his knives happily found themselves embedded in my walls and pillows--- EMBEDDED IN MY PILLOWS!!

 

If I didn't have any wits left in me… which I feel would be the case very soon--- I would've complained that I shared a house with a bunch of people who were sick in the head!! That wouldn't be too much of a surprise to anyone now would it? I was probably considered as the second most whacked-out in Schwarz next to Farfie--- problem is, he's undeniably insane and I'M NOT. Tsk.

“GET OUT FARF. NOW.” I barked in a rather poor attempt at sounding like Crawford, who cares though--- he heard it… and remarkably, I think he actually understood it. Farfarello slunk away, sulkily dragging his knives along the far wall of the corridor as he left.

 

“Crawford's gonna whoop your ass Farf if you ruin his faggish wallpaper!!”

I holler after the Irishman as I closed the door behind him, before I slumped almost bonelessly on my bed. I heaved a deep sigh, my thoughts were going haywire--- and I just wanted to shoot myself in the head. Tsk. Fucking redhead…

 

A knock on the door pulled me out of my musings, the sound driving itself into my head--- “Crawford, what the hell… If it's about the wallpaper, it was Farfie!!” And as usual, the great Crawford did not seem to hear me. I sat up in bed as the American entered my room. “What now?” I asked rather half-heartedly. Crawford handed me a cigarette then threw something on my bed. I grabbed the small piece of plastic--- a lighter… right--- I needed a long drag right about now. I placed the cigarette between my lips and lighted it.

 

“We need to talk Schuldich.”

 

I took a long drag from my cigarette--- here we go again… “Keep talking…”

 

Crawford cleared his throat; I brushed my hair back to let him know I was ready to listen. “Weiss is going to move tonight.” He paused as he tried to catch my eye under the flurry of orange hair. I tossed my hair back in an annoyed gesture as I blew a puff of smoke in the American's direction. “So what?” I asked rather sardonically.

 

Crawford simply nodded at me before he continued, “Siberian and Balinese--- the blonde one?” I could feel his mockery dripping from his words. “I'm aware of that Crawford--- and the point of this being?”

 

Our self-proclaimed leader slipped a cigarette between his own lips and lit it. He took a deep drag from it, “Let me be frank with you now…” Tsk. “Finally~” I drawled in reply.

 

“I want him dead Schuldich. I want you to kill Balinese… tonight.” Crawford's voice sounded as cold as steel that it sent shivers up my spine. I took in a sharp breath as the words sank into my brain. “…kill Ka--- Balinese…” I repeated half-mindedly, unconsciously letting the cigarette fall from my then slightly-parted lips.

 

“Do you understand what I'm asking of you Schuldich?”

 

I heard him, but I didn't respond. “This is it…” I whispered to myself. Fuck, I don't need this. “Why are you in such a hurry Crawford, stick up your ass bothering you?” I laughed dryly, even if I felt a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

 

“You will kill him tonight Schuldich. As a member of Schwarz, you are entitled to do as you are told.”

 

Thoughts raced through my head , the consistent pounding at the back of my mind was enough to drive me insane. It's not like I don't want to kill him, because I know I do--- or I know I have to… Tsk. It's not like I'm hesitant to get it over with, I just want to--- play with him a bit longer… break him down a little bit more maybe?

 

“Not right now Crawford, I am in no mood to deal with things like Weiss right now.” I whined at him dismissively, but the man was fucking persistent beyond all reason!!

 

“You will do this Schuldich.”

 

Fuck you Crawfored. “No, I don't think so.”

 

“Kill him”

 

“The fuck Crawford!! What's wrong with you??! I'll kill him eventually, don't get your boxers in a knot. It's not like I fucking want anything from him!!” I stood up, angrily staring up at the American's steady blue gaze.

 

“But you do…”

 

“What?” I was dumbfounded.

 

“But you do want something. You want something from him.” Crawford's voice was calm, smooth, and damn hell he knew what he was saying.

 

“What the hell are you talking about--- I don't give a fuck bout him.” I ran my hand through my hair in exasperation.

 

“But you know you do--- and I know you do.”

 

“Shut the fuck up Crawford, what the fuck do you know about this anyway??!” I felt my face burn up in anger. I was so pissed-off I just wanted to blow the man's brains out as he just stood there, looking at me with the most fucked-up stoic face I have ever seen. I opened my mouth to give him another smart-ass comment but he interrupted me.

 

“I know, because I SAW YOU.”

 

What the---- “Fuck you.” I was speechless… I felt so helpless… no matter what I said or did right now~ I couldn't argue with that answer. I SAW YOU… he was me… no matter what kind of stick he's got up his ass, Crawford was still an oracle.

 

“Just get out Crawford.”

 

It seemed like I didn't need to say it, the American was already on his way out by the time I said it.

 

 

*+*+*+*+* TiMe *+* LaPsE *+*+*+*+*

 

 

I found myself fumbling a pen between my fingers longer that I could remember. There were just too many thoughts cramming themselves into my already overworked mind--- racing, crashing, then disappearing into oblivion. “Kill him…” I murmured the words again. I was bound to do that sooner or later--- that was what was supposed to happen since the very beginning… since the exact moment that I accepted this task, I knew I was bound to kill him. I lied back on my bed, trying to remember what really brought me to this point.

 

*+*+*+*+* FLaSh *+* BaCk *+*+*+*+*+

 

Empty fucks…" I repeated to myself…

"Well?" Brad broke through my thoughts. I looked up at him and replied, "I said I'll do it and I will… in my own way." I stood up and looked out the window of his office, watching the cars come and go ever so often.

"What if you fall in love?"

Verdammt! I wasn't expecting that. I closed my eyes for a moment then opened them again.

"Don't count on it."

I buried my hands in my pockets, grabbed my bag, and left his office. Don't count on it? Yeah right.

*+*+*+*+* End of Flash Back *+*+*+*+*

 

“Yeah right…” I rolled unto my side and lay there thinking for what seemed like aeons. The task was simple enough. Kill him… that's all there was to it. It's not like I haven't killed a person before--- hell, I've killed more people that I can bother to remember. Fuck. If I think I'm so good at killing people--- then why the hell am I acting like this??! Am I actually--- hesitating to kill him?

 

“Fuck off!” I snapped at the little voice inside my head. I rolled over once more, which made my hair twist messily around my head and neck. I brushed the stray locks from my face but stopped midway, looking at the strands entangled in my fingers.

 

I swallowed hard--- I remembered his golden hair tangled in the very same way… my fingers weaving through his blonde hair as I make him moan, cry out my name--- as I make him whimper and gasp with every feather-light touch. I closed my eyes and imagined him as he submitted to me each night--- getting on his knees, begging me to touch him, crying out for release--- gasping my name as he writhed while I touched him. I felt my breath hitch… I imagined once more my fingers in his halo of golden silk, I pull at him roughly, wanting to see his face--- and his jade eyes which were clouded with uncontrolled lust.

 

A pervading humming sound disrupted my thoughts. My brows furrowed in an annoyed manner as I tried to drive the irritating sound from my mind, but it wouldn't go away. My eyes shot open and it sounded as if the humming was magnified by a thousand times. It took me long enough to realize that it was the sound of someone knocking on my door. Damn. I took one last look at the tangled orange strands of my hair laced through my fingers, the dim lighting making the orange color seem darker… almost--- R e d .

 

I sat up, briskly running a hand through my hair to push it back. I got up, smoothed my shirt and reached for the door knob. I knew who I wanted to kill tonight--- and his name's not Kudou Youji.

 

~tbc

 

Seph*