Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ the rescue ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

Main Pairings: Nagi/Omi, Schuldig/Yohji

Timeline: Set a year or so after Gluhen

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz. T_T;

Note from Author: Sorry it took me sooo long to update. I was quite at a loss as to what should happen next. Do not worry about me abandoning this fic. Although I the idea of doing so was tempting, I couldn't bear to leave this one hanging. If it makes you feel better, I have already planned the rest of the story. Although I'm afraid you'll have to bear with me for a little while longer say...six, seven more chapters? Please don't abandon me...although I did notice that few people seem to like SxY pairing...anyway, I'd also like to note that I have made a mistake about Chloe being German. That's somewhere in the eight chapter. I found out he's from Romania and conveniently speaks German. Now that's cleared up, hope you enjoy!

Yohji: Liar! You must've found some other cute blond to play with! *sniffs*

Author: Err, that's not true...

Schuldig: Not entirely, because you also found one ravishing, raven-haired bishounen. *pouts*

Author: Eheh...Um.

Yohji: You DID!?

Author: I didn't say -

Schuldig: *Drags in a clueless guitarist by the collar* This man claims to know you.

Author: 0_0 I - I don't -

Toudou Yukifumi: Where am I...? *brushes off Schuldig's hand then blinks at Author* Ah yes. I was trying to reach you the other day to ask for a favor. Will you manipulate my father into liking me again, at least in your story? Oh, and put in a good word about me to Towa, will you?

Author: ...Eheh.

Yohji: *wails* Who's Towa?

Schuldig: The cute blond. ^_^

Yohji: Not you too! I can't believe everyone's deserting me! *runs away crying*

Author: Don't go! Let me explain! *chases after Yohji*

Yuki: *blinks at Schuldig*

Schuldig: *blinks at Yuki*

Yuki: Hello, I'm Yuki.

Schuldig: *grins* Schuldig.

Chapter Ten

Lunch had never looked so unappealing to him until now as he shoved the half-empty plate away from him and sighed defeatedly. He should not be this worried over present matters at Kritiker; he had never been so concerned about his teammates back then in Schwarz so it baffled him why he was so bothered about them now. For one, Nagi had always found a way out of the most difficult situations. As for Schuldig, although the man could be a pain in the ass at times, he could at least take care of himself and at the same time look after Farfarello and Nagi in his own bizarre and twisted kind of way.

On the other hand, there are reasons for him to worry. Schuldig had been keeping an eye on Nagi and was doing well at it until last night. As for Naoe, having known him for a very long time, the younger man would have already escaped danger long before now.

Were their skills becoming rusty now because they were handling less dangerous jobs? He could not say the same for Nagi though; his assignments were tougher since he did them alone. Schuldig was still an assassin, but he was mainly a bodyguard of high-rank government officers, though he would not admit to that. As for himself, he was finished doing those sorts of things after the Koua Academy incident, and considering that, it had been a long time since he had any practice.

'How could Saijou make the mistake of hiring Class G students and not having a clue as to who they were?' Crawford ran a hand through his hair and retreated to the sofa. He arranged the pillows so he could lie down for a while - things were getting stressful, and he wasn't even involved. It was Kritiker's to solve. 'Now if only Schuldig would only realize that,' Crawford sighed as he closed his eyes and wondered what the telepath was currently up to. He was able to pick up something from their connection - a sliver of thread that Schuldig had linked to each of them back then when they were Schwarz so that they could keep in touch no matter how bad a mission went.

They used that connection rarely now that no one was aware it was still there. It was during desperate times such as this when either of them would remember about it, although it was hard to reach the others mentally, now that they were unconsciously blocking away mental intrusions out of sheer habit. In Naoe's case, someone else was blocking his connection. In Schuldig's case however, it was due to the German's intense training back in Rosenkrus that he was able to keep out intruders without breaking a sweat.

This time however, Crawford found it easy to break through the redhead's barrier and went as far as seeing everything happening through Schuldig's eyes.

He frowned thoughtfully at ripples of black liquid as Schuldig stirred it with a teaspoon. Finally putting it away and raising the cup to redhead's lips, Crawford caught sight of troubled and stormy jade eyes across the coffee table. Golden locks partly obscured those orbs as they stared pointlessly at the smooth expanse of glass. Before realization finally dawned on him who it was that Schuldig was talking to, he sensed that other people were in the room.

He looked up and studied the grave faces around him. Kudou Yohji occupied the armchair from across him and alarmingly, he recognized the faces of Fujimiya Ran and Hidaka Ken along with a taller, white-haired man with odd tattoos on his arms seated on the leather sofa. The latter undoubtedly must be a teammate of theirs. There was an argument going on between Schuldig and Fujimiya, interrupting Takatori Saijou every once in a while - mainly due to the reason that he had given Schuldig the reigns and Fujimiya was simply frustrated at having a former enemy leading them in a rescue mission.

He shifted his gaze toward the white-haired man. 'Didn't he have short hair a while ago?'

The man, now sporting longer hair that reached past his shoulders and looking strikingly familiar stood and smirked at him, offering him his hand. He led Crawford away from the room and toward the balcony where downstairs, he saw an empty, wide room. Standing in the middle was Kudou Yohji being curiously held back by Hidaka, the reason being Fujimiya was holding a stunned and frozen Schuldig against him, with the barrel of a gun pointed to the telepath's temple.

Somehow he had a feeling he was in the middle of it and that everything was up to him.

"I'm waiting, Crawford." The man beside him spoke, taunting and menacing.

Traitor.

The last word rang clear in his mind, although from whom it came from he was not sure.

Crawford abruptly sat up, wide eyes taking in the painting hanging at the wall opposite him, at the plush sofa underneath him, at the afternoon sun streaming through the windows.

It had taken him a while to convince himself that it had only been a vision, at least the rest of it. He breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a terrible vision. Enough to convince himself that he really was not going to allow Schuldig a step inside Takatori's office nor one glance at Fujimya or Hidaka, or anyone from Weiss that matter.

Unless that coffee thing with Kudou was part of the vision and it has not happened yet.

Crawford scrambled for the phone and dialed Schuldig's number.

'Pick up, please, pick up.'

His door was kicked open before footsteps hurried towards his direction. It was too late for Crawford when he turned to greet his surprise guests. CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

Yohji scrambled to get the phone but it was too late when he picked up. Putting the receiver back in its cradle, he scratched his head and hurried back to the bedroom, where he had deposited the redhead on the bed. Said man now lay beneath the sheets, sleeping fitfully with a little help from the pills Schuldig had told him to get from one of the drawers at the bedside table. He crept towards the sleeping figure and sat beside him, watching his face carefully.

Schuldig had begun telling him about Yohji's past back at the restaurant. The redhead's strategy was simple - to tell the story piece-by-piece one at a time, let the blond absorb, allow him to ask questions and clarify, and then pick up from where Schuldig left. From what Yohji had learned, he was an ex-PI turned assassin because of an unfortunate accident during a job where he lost his co-worker and good friend. The name of the assassin group was Weiss, meaning white - hunters of dark beasts or otherwise known as the bad guys. Weiss was controlled by an underground organization named Kritiker, an organization controlled by the Takatoris - one of the most influential people in Japan. Their boss had been the chief of police; his son - Takatori Mamoru, had been their teammate. To them, he was Tsukiyono Omi. Weiss disbanded after the Koua Incident, the details of which Yohji was still tying to absorb at the moment. Apparently, superhuman clones became too much for him that he just found himself staring disbelievingly at the smooth glass of the center table at the living room during their coffee break.

Schuldig had begun another part of the story, when Yohji had asked where Schuldig fit in all of these. Yohji remembered that he could not take his eyes off his reflection on the glass. It was when he noticed that it was quiet that he looked up at Schuldig.

The redhead had stopped his narration and just sat there eerily silent for a while, staring into space.

He remembered the redhead had stopped breathing for a while.

Yohji remembered standing, approaching the man and shaking him but Schuldig's cerulean eyes seemed to take in nothing of its surroundings.

It must have been the shaking, or shouting the man's name that startled Schuldig from his musings. His hands had flown instantly toward his temples to massage them, his eyes had squinted shut and he had begun breathing harshly. He looked ashen.

Yohji had carried Schuldig into his room to let him rest for a while. The redhead had mumbled something about pills in the drawer, to which Yohji had scrambled across the bed to rummage for it. When Schuldig had taken a few, he told Yohji to answer the phone in the living room.

Currently, Yohji sat silently beside the man, thinking about the things that Schuldig told him, going over every detail. At least his previous occupation explained the nightmares he had been having almost every night; as for that Tsukiyono Omi, he must be the same teammate who had been kidnapped and whom Schuldig had mentioned he had to save.

Schuldig's story still had many holes; the biggest of them is what Schuldig had to do with him. Was he simply the man who helped him forget everything? How exactly did he do that? Why did Weiss disband and where were his other teammates now? Was Schuldig one of his teammates, too?

All in good time, Yohji sighed as he rose and flicked the switch of the bedside lamp off. He evacuated the room and returned to the living room, disposing of the coffee mugs and heading for the kitchen to dump said items in the sink.

Finding himself standing in the middle of the living room a few moments after, yet again, he decided to settle on the sofa and amuse himself with a movie or two on cable television. Preparing for said marathon, he fluffed the pillows and arranged them behind him.

Although he had urged himself to set aside his thoughts about everything that has happened, he could not help but wonder about something; said something was so trivial if compared to everything else Schuldig had told him.

The phone was not yet ringing when Schuldig had told him to go answer it.

tbc

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