Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ the rescue ❯ two ( Chapter 2 )

Main Pairings: Nagi/Omi, Schuldig/Yohji

Timeline: Set a year or so after Gluhen

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Chapter Two

Schuldig buried his head in his hands, panic, bewilderment and worry consuming his already crowded mind. If given a few years back, he would not have cared about Schwarz's resident kinetic in the slightest. However, time aided in strengthening their bonds of friendship and up to this point, even though Schwarz is no more, the remaining three members remained in touch. Nagi called every now and then to update the redhead of his current conditions, as Takatori Mamoru’s most trusted bodyguard while Schuldig informed him of his latest assignments as a freelance bodyguard and assassin. Crawford called him rarely. Whenever he did, it was usually to give advice on stock markets and strategies, which Schuldig had taken as an advantage to help give a little boost to his savings. Occasionally, the precognitive would let him know about his activities. Up to now, Schuldig could not picture the older man busying himself with business matters, although it may not look that far from when Crawford used to burrow himself in some paperwork a few years back in Schwarz. The contents of which Schuldig haven’t the faintest idea.

Things seemed to remain that way until he got a call from Takatori Saijou himself. Up to now Schuldig could not make himself believe that Nagi had gotten himself into trouble, one which he found difficult to get out of. Saijou had asked Schuldig to come to the mansion, which is why we now find the German contemplating on whether or not he should go. The Takatoris are not exactly his cup of tea and he could still remember the golf club that Takatori Reiji used to hit him, of which, he is sure up to this day, had contributed to the scars on his head. However, it was Nagi that Schuldig was concerned about and he swore to do all it took to find the cause of their abduction and kill their captors.

It was at this time when the phone chose to ring, abruptly cutting the telepath’s musings as he reached for the phone on the side table beside his big, white sofa where he currently resided. He muttered a distressed greeting, which was answered immediately by Crawford’s voice.

“Look who’s finally decided to call.” Schuldig teased, although he didn’t sound as light-hearted as he intended. “How’s the market?”

There was a pause at the other end, followed by a soft sigh. “Schuldig, I know what happened to Nagi.”

The German snorted, leaning back. “So, you foresaw. Well I don’t see the benefit of knowing that now when there’s nothing much we can do to stop it. Tell me, Oracle, what’s the use of foreseeing a punch when a second’s not enough to dodge it?”

“I will only repeat this once more however futile it may seem to get it into that thick skull of yours. I am not magnanimous, Schuldig. I have my limitations.”

“What a surprise. I didn’t expect to hear that from you.”

“Are we going to continue this banter all day?” Crawford asked indignantly.

Schuldig let out a frustrated sigh, rolling his head to the side to glance outside the full-length windows overlooking the rest of Tokyo with its towering skyscrapers and busy streets twenty floors below. Clear, blue skies promised a good day ahead. The redhead tilted his head back, eyes rummaging around the dimly lit room with its whitewashed walls adorned with expensive paintings, promoting a soothing atmosphere. Everything around him screamed tranquility and yet he could not bring himself to clam down. He sat up, only to hunch over and rest his elbows on his knees. “Why did you call, Crawford?”

“I’m going to go straight to the point.” Crawford said his voice serious. “Do not cater to Takatori’s wishes to save his grandson.”

“What?” Schuldig exclaimed. “In case you haven’t noticed, Brad, Nagi is also involved in young Takatori’s abduction.”

“I am well aware of that – “

“Then give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go and save Nagi!” Schuldig demanded his voice raising.

“You will not interrupt me again, Mastermind. I’ll have you know that your temper and your impatience will be more hindrance than help.” Crawford warned his voice cold with sheer annoyance. “Listen to me. We cannot stop every vision from happening. Some of my visions were given to me not to stop it from happening, but to see the warnings.”

Schuldig brought a hand to his head, a small ache promising a migraine that will last the whole day. “What did you exactly see?”

“I saw their abduction.” The older man answered quietly at the other end. “But there’s something unusual about the vision other than it being very short. Like it was meant to show more but was abruptly cut off.”

Schuldig scrunched his brows in thought, a thoughtful frown on his face. “Like they didn’t want you to see?”

Crawford had gone silent for a while, contemplating on what had been said. He continued then, with a soft voice filled with wonder, “Could they be talented?”

“I have yet to find out, which is why I was called to go to the mansion.” Schuldig answered flatly. “Look, if they are, then the more reason I should go…that we should go.” His voice lightening up a bit, a little excited with the prospect of working with his colleague once again.

“No, we shouldn’t.”

“Well, why the hell not?” His hopes of a Schwarz reunion extinguished as quickly as he regarded the possibility.

“Because, Schuldig, if they are what I assume they could be, then the more that they are likely to understand our potential. If we take the risk and got caught, they will use us to their advantage, and where will Kritiker ask for help now? The Crashers?”

“That’s exactly it, Crawford. Who else will they ask for help other than us?” Schuldig answered wearily. “Listen; we’re all the kid’s got, but if you won’t go, then I will go.”

Crawford seemed to admit defeat since he was quiet for a while. With a soft, resigned sigh he said, “All right; but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Schuldig let out an amused snort, rubbing his already aching head. “I’ll fill you in about the details later. I’ll be in touch.”

The precognitive gave it another shot, but the American failed to dissuade the telepath and so Schuldig found himself in the elevator minutes after, mindful of his pending meeting with Takatori Saijou and his agents. While he prided on his skills as an assassin, Schuldig also had the same feeling as Crawford’s that there is more to it than he let on; how their captors were able to fool Kritiker and have Nagi helpless in their hands, their skills speak for themselves. He had to admit that he might need help even from the Crashers. For the moment, he tried to conceive possible plans that might contribute to the rescue mission Saijou Takatori will be planning.

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