Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Yes Master ❯ Chapter 3

Part 3

It's just after seven when one of them decides to find me. For all they know I could be dead, soaked in my own blood, various cuts having helped bleed me dry of my life's essence. I'm not sure Crawford's skill would have seen that event, it's almost been on the blink these last few days. Maybe the power is sick of him being such an anal-retentive ass, and decided to let me do what I wanted. Isn't that rich, betrayed by your own power.

It's Nagi who finds me. I'm on my bed staring at the ceiling and counting the cracks when he timidly enters. I think he's afraid of my room, to many memories of myself cutting into my skin, leaving my body a pulpy red goo until he cleans me up. The child is an assassin, yet he hates to see the blood of his own teammate.

"D-dinner's ready".

I stare at the ceiling for a while longer, bathing in the silence and nervous twitching I can see coming from Nagi out the corner of my eye. I think out of them all, he trusts me the least. Maybe it's knowledge; not to judge me as he knows what I'm capable of. Not that I'm saying the others don't, but I think Nagi has an idea that I'm not just about avenging god and killing things or hurting myself. I think he knows there's a plot to my ways, and hidden intelligence, but he doesn't say anything.

"Farfie?"

He's getting more nervous now, the twitching a lot more pronounced as he hovers in the doorway.

"Coming".

Even though he should have expected it, my voice still startles him and he quickly leaves my room. A little scared lamb, being led to the slaughter… another smile works its way onto my face and I lift myself from the bed. I still hold my knife in my right hand, the little cuts I'd traced into my skin earlier, now gone. Only stained blood marked their passing. The small droplets of blood stain my blue jacket and as I stand I wonder why we, assassins, wear white clothing on missions. Not just because it gets dirty… especially if like me, you're ramming a knife point blank into someone's body, but we, as Schwarz are black, yet we wear white.

This world is fucked up royally if you ask me. Whose idea was it? Crawford's? Essets? Takatori's? Are we supposed to look innocent and virginal? Saintly men, like the white hunters, the kittens? Who by no means are innocent. We both kill men and woman, they maybe more than us… they just hide under the clause that it's for the good of mankind.

Fuck that.

Killing is killing. You stick something through someone, shoot or poison someone to cut off their life and to end there mortally existence. Whether it's good for mankind, or good for business holds no meaning. Death is death.

Weiss are like us, they just hide behind a fantasy, a fairy tale… but even those are not as innocent as the ones mothers tell their young ones today.

It's a viscous circle, that sometimes-even death can't give you freedom from.

Finally I move to the door and exit my room. When I finally get to the table, Nagi has already got half way through his food whilst Schu pokes at it with a fork.

"This thing looks like it was still running round half hour ago".

Schu smirks as Crawford glares at him, he takes his cooking seriously.

"If you feel you can do better Schuldig, be my guest".

It's a never-ending battle of male dominance between those two. Who's alpha and who's subservient, but neither realize that both don't have what it takes to be alpha. Of course Crawford is the leader and therefore Alpha is assigned to him… but we are hardly his pride, and none of us always do what he tells us to. His control isn't, and could never be that wide spread, no matter how much he likes to believe it.

I join the table and look at the food. I'm not sure what it is, some type of stew I think Crawford had been rambling about the other week. You wouldn't believe he watched cooking shows to get ideas on `how to keep his boys healthy'. If he wanted to do that, we'd stop being assassins and go live it up in warm, fluffy bouncy rooms where you get three meals a day.

I almost miss the asylum.

Almost.

I finally sit down and start eating. I haven't had anything all day and can't be bothered to make a face, but by everyone's looks, they're surprised. I appear to be normal to them right now; not having to be force-fed some pureed crap, or disgusting baby food. It can really dampen your hunger when you get fed that shit. I can still feel them watching me and grin at them. My teeth are bared and I'm holding a knife… both make Nagi move back a little, and I know he's glad he isn't sitting next to me.

"Mmm yummy". My voice is laced with light sarcasm before I bring the knife to my mouth, swiping my tongue out to lick it. I do this a lot during most meals, but my gaze was directed at Crawford almost and I licked the blade like I would a lover.

Unless I'm seeing things, he squirmed.

I chuckle inside, keeping my look as innocent as I can get it before I begin eating again. By the time I'm finished the others are blinking at me as I finally swallow the last piece of meat. It was actually a good meal, and the visuals around me were quite fun. Crawford who'd finished stayed around to finish his coffee, and though I kept my eye to my plate, I could easily feel his gaze burning into me whenever I licked my knife clean. I admit I made a show of it, but hey, it's not every night you get such an audience. Only this time I wouldn't let it drop.

"If you don't stop staring I'm gonna cut your eyes out".

I smirk as movement as the table stops and Crawford suddenly looks more flustered than I've even seen him and I could see a distinct flush on his cheeks.

"I'm not staring at you, I'm just wondering how you manage to eat without licking that every five seconds".

He tried to hide his anxiety and almost fear behind his usual cold exterior, the smirk naturally falling into place to hide his little outrage but the damage was done. Nagi gasps a little, looking between us as I smirk at Crawford, and Schu looks almost confused. Placing my elbows on the table I bring my knife up in plain view and direct my gaze to Crawford as I run it across my tongue, the blade slides smoothly over it and a sour taste fills my mouth from my blood. At that moment, Crawford looks like a dear caught in headlights.

"Maybe he wants to touch it Farfie".

Schu starts laughing, trust him to get the ball rolling. Crawford frowned and looked a cross between pissed off, annoyed, and embarrassed. If you hadn't been looking as close as I was you wouldn't have noticed the minute slip of the mask he wears.

"Shut up Schuldig, before I make you".

Schuldig for once took notice of Crawford's tone, only because he wants to go out tonight.

"You're no fun to tease".

Schu leaves the table with a pout and Nagi looks between both Crawford and I before soon looking back at the table. I ignore him for now and raise my gaze to meet Crawford's, almost challenging him to deny he was staring at me, that he was almost entranced by how the blade ran across my flesh.

"I'm going to my office".

He quickly leaves the table and I watch him go with a smirk. He is so easy to tease, and now he was more embarrassed, now I'd caught him in front of the others. His pride was hurt and I couldn't help laughing.

"I'm going to do my homework".

I barely catch Nagi's soft-spoken words as he got up and left the table. The boy looked creeped out and didn't want to be in the same room as me. I couldn't blame him. Instead I watched him go, ignoring the plates still left on the table and return to the main room and clicked the television on, having it finally to myself.

"Soon, Crawford".

It's barely a whisper, but I smile firmly, placing my knife back into its leather sheath. I just had until Schu left, and then I'd go visit my blushing American.

How precious.