A/N - After much contemplation of whether or not I should branch out from
my usual 'fluff' genre into the untried waters of multi-chap, I finally
decided to give it a go.all I had to do was wait for a storyline - after a
few months, this is the result!
Being new to the realm of multi-chap fics I'd really appreciate reviews, I really appreciate them, especially when they have notes about how I can improve (please note I did not say 'flame me').
I should probably also mention possible OOC-ness in this fic, I have a bad habit of changing characters away from their true forms, please just consider it artist license or something! If you really have a problem with OOC parts in my fics, tell me and I'll do my best to correct them. I've babbled long enough, enjoy my fic!
Finally, I apologise if my formatting is bad, my computer decided to chuck a hissy fit at me and not work for a while, chew up files, etc. It looked OK in word but I'm not sure how the formatting's going to work when I post it. Sorry!
Disclaimer - I don't own Weiss, well for the purposes of this fic I should probably say something more along the lines of 'I don't own Schwarz', please don't sue me, you won't get much money. Also I don't think Australian copies of Rurouni Kenshin will resell for much.(Unfortunately I have yet to own Weiss, so you won't even be able to get your own product in the Australian version.)
Flames Of Insanity
Chapter 1
A phone rings persistently from its resting- place upon the expensive mahogany desk. The noise continues, seemingly unnoticed as it travels through the lavishly furnished penthouse, until a heavily accented voice called,
"That's the phone, Braddie!"
The American sighed before running a hand through his neat, black hair and deliberately choosing not to respond to the other man's comment. Instead he picked up the loudly complaining telephone and answered,
"Yes?"
"Crawford."
The voice on the other end was cool, expressionless and professional. Crawford's blue-black eyebrows raised slightly as he responded, this time in an equally suave tone, mentally cursing a certain red-haired telepath who had annoyed him seconds before he had picked up the phone.
"Yes. I hope you were satisfied with the completion of our last mission."
The voice on the other end of the line showed no sign of acknowledgment to the American's comment, instead seemingly ignoring it and continuing,
"Yes, quite satisfied, however we have received word of another psychic you might be interested in."
The precognitive man's, now lowered brows contracted slightly as he contemplated these words, he hadn't been contacted about any possible new team members for years. He ran a thumb absent-mindedly across one of the buttons on his expensively cut ivory coloured suit before he responded,
"Really, I'm intrigued, but I was under the impression that our team was of substantial size already."
The suave, male voice didn't miss a beat and answered smoothly,
"So were we, however we thought this one might be of some use to you."
The Schwarz leader paused for a moment, he knew that the man on the other line was capable of slippery deals and the American was not about to be hoodwinked because of an irrational response.
"Go on."
The professional voice on the other end obviously chose to ignore Crawford's pause, continuing on as if nothing had happened,
" We believe her to be the only trained pyrokinetic in the world at the moment."
Crawford's wariness left as he leapt onto a point, in the other's comment, he felt needed to be addressed.
"Her?"
The man known as The Oracle rapidly started mentally preparing his polite refusal of the other man's offer, the last thing he needed at the present moment was another distraction for his team. At the same time he thanked God that his mental shields were strong enough to withstand intrusion attempts from the annoying German somewhere else in the penthouse couldn't hear this conversation, however the eldest Schwarz member was sure it wasn't because the telepath hadn't tried.
The voice must have picked up something in Crawford's response because the tone changed quickly from suave and slick to secretive and confidential,
"Yes, we have already received interest from several other psychic organisations."
The voice trailed off, as if leaving the comment open for Crawford to comment on or simply contemplate. The American's chocolate coloured eyes turned steely, he knew the game the other man was playing. A catch 22, it was obvious, to Crawford at least, that Rosenkreuz had contacted them. If he accepted the psychic he would be playing into the others man's hands, if he refused the pyrokinetic would be sent straight to Rosenkreuz. The precognitive Schwarz leader resisted the urge to swear out loud before he recomposed himself and replied, feigning interest in order to buy himself time and replied,
"Really? So why did you contact me?"
The man on the other end gave a soft chuckle before he responded,
"Her mental state is, shall we say, less than stable? Our other interested parties lost some momentum after we informed them, though they are still keen, pyrokinetics being as rare as they are. After the slight loss of interest from the others we decided to contact you, considering the mental state of one of your members as well as the psychic state of yourself and the other members of your team."
Crawford saw the big picture now - Rosenkreuz refused to take on a "student" that was "mentally unstable", knowing full well that there was a high possibility that during their "training process" problems could occur. With a highly rare, unpredictable and offensive power such as pyrokinetics the results could well cause damage to anyone in the immediate area, and possibly the surrounding area as well.
Their more practical option was to pass her on to Schwarz, that was they ensured a relatively safe place where the person in question could no doubt pick up on the other psychic vibes in the team and learn from them. As well as ensuring they kept the rare power on their side. Crawford scowled at the thought he was classified on the same side as Rosenkreuz.
For this reason Crawford's voice was clipped and cool when he replied,
"So you assumed I would accept?"
The suave voice returned and to his credit didn't miss a beat, countering swiftly, playing Crawford's own game now,
"On the contrary, I assumed you would decline, which is what you have just done, is it not, Crawford?"
Crawford was about to open his mouth and reply when his vision blurred and he was struck by a premonition.
//A small shadowy figure it's back facing towards him, sent a wave of flames from it's outstretched palms to engulf three men who were sending a rapid volley of bullets towards them. With a final shriek they disappeared, flames and all. The alley was silent for a moment until several liquid droplets landed on the ground with a hiss, pooling in a strangely metallic way. The bullets.//
Crawford's eyes slid back into focus and he replied slightly breathless at the amount of power he had just witnessed,
"No, I just accepted."
With that the American placed the receiver back on the cradle, still trying to deal with what he had just seen he stepped a little way away from the phone, his eyes still not entirely in focus, this time not because of a premonition, but lost in thought. The pyrokinetic had clearly saved his life.
A/N - That's my first chappie out of the way! As a general note this fic is set one year after the original Weiss Kreuz saga, though there is reference to Rosenkreuz in this fic, I have not based anything on the second Weiss series, which deals with it. This is artistic license as I choose to use it!
Being new to the realm of multi-chap fics I'd really appreciate reviews, I really appreciate them, especially when they have notes about how I can improve (please note I did not say 'flame me').
I should probably also mention possible OOC-ness in this fic, I have a bad habit of changing characters away from their true forms, please just consider it artist license or something! If you really have a problem with OOC parts in my fics, tell me and I'll do my best to correct them. I've babbled long enough, enjoy my fic!
Finally, I apologise if my formatting is bad, my computer decided to chuck a hissy fit at me and not work for a while, chew up files, etc. It looked OK in word but I'm not sure how the formatting's going to work when I post it. Sorry!
Disclaimer - I don't own Weiss, well for the purposes of this fic I should probably say something more along the lines of 'I don't own Schwarz', please don't sue me, you won't get much money. Also I don't think Australian copies of Rurouni Kenshin will resell for much.(Unfortunately I have yet to own Weiss, so you won't even be able to get your own product in the Australian version.)
Flames Of Insanity
Chapter 1
A phone rings persistently from its resting- place upon the expensive mahogany desk. The noise continues, seemingly unnoticed as it travels through the lavishly furnished penthouse, until a heavily accented voice called,
"That's the phone, Braddie!"
The American sighed before running a hand through his neat, black hair and deliberately choosing not to respond to the other man's comment. Instead he picked up the loudly complaining telephone and answered,
"Yes?"
"Crawford."
The voice on the other end was cool, expressionless and professional. Crawford's blue-black eyebrows raised slightly as he responded, this time in an equally suave tone, mentally cursing a certain red-haired telepath who had annoyed him seconds before he had picked up the phone.
"Yes. I hope you were satisfied with the completion of our last mission."
The voice on the other end of the line showed no sign of acknowledgment to the American's comment, instead seemingly ignoring it and continuing,
"Yes, quite satisfied, however we have received word of another psychic you might be interested in."
The precognitive man's, now lowered brows contracted slightly as he contemplated these words, he hadn't been contacted about any possible new team members for years. He ran a thumb absent-mindedly across one of the buttons on his expensively cut ivory coloured suit before he responded,
"Really, I'm intrigued, but I was under the impression that our team was of substantial size already."
The suave, male voice didn't miss a beat and answered smoothly,
"So were we, however we thought this one might be of some use to you."
The Schwarz leader paused for a moment, he knew that the man on the other line was capable of slippery deals and the American was not about to be hoodwinked because of an irrational response.
"Go on."
The professional voice on the other end obviously chose to ignore Crawford's pause, continuing on as if nothing had happened,
" We believe her to be the only trained pyrokinetic in the world at the moment."
Crawford's wariness left as he leapt onto a point, in the other's comment, he felt needed to be addressed.
"Her?"
The man known as The Oracle rapidly started mentally preparing his polite refusal of the other man's offer, the last thing he needed at the present moment was another distraction for his team. At the same time he thanked God that his mental shields were strong enough to withstand intrusion attempts from the annoying German somewhere else in the penthouse couldn't hear this conversation, however the eldest Schwarz member was sure it wasn't because the telepath hadn't tried.
The voice must have picked up something in Crawford's response because the tone changed quickly from suave and slick to secretive and confidential,
"Yes, we have already received interest from several other psychic organisations."
The voice trailed off, as if leaving the comment open for Crawford to comment on or simply contemplate. The American's chocolate coloured eyes turned steely, he knew the game the other man was playing. A catch 22, it was obvious, to Crawford at least, that Rosenkreuz had contacted them. If he accepted the psychic he would be playing into the others man's hands, if he refused the pyrokinetic would be sent straight to Rosenkreuz. The precognitive Schwarz leader resisted the urge to swear out loud before he recomposed himself and replied, feigning interest in order to buy himself time and replied,
"Really? So why did you contact me?"
The man on the other end gave a soft chuckle before he responded,
"Her mental state is, shall we say, less than stable? Our other interested parties lost some momentum after we informed them, though they are still keen, pyrokinetics being as rare as they are. After the slight loss of interest from the others we decided to contact you, considering the mental state of one of your members as well as the psychic state of yourself and the other members of your team."
Crawford saw the big picture now - Rosenkreuz refused to take on a "student" that was "mentally unstable", knowing full well that there was a high possibility that during their "training process" problems could occur. With a highly rare, unpredictable and offensive power such as pyrokinetics the results could well cause damage to anyone in the immediate area, and possibly the surrounding area as well.
Their more practical option was to pass her on to Schwarz, that was they ensured a relatively safe place where the person in question could no doubt pick up on the other psychic vibes in the team and learn from them. As well as ensuring they kept the rare power on their side. Crawford scowled at the thought he was classified on the same side as Rosenkreuz.
For this reason Crawford's voice was clipped and cool when he replied,
"So you assumed I would accept?"
The suave voice returned and to his credit didn't miss a beat, countering swiftly, playing Crawford's own game now,
"On the contrary, I assumed you would decline, which is what you have just done, is it not, Crawford?"
Crawford was about to open his mouth and reply when his vision blurred and he was struck by a premonition.
//A small shadowy figure it's back facing towards him, sent a wave of flames from it's outstretched palms to engulf three men who were sending a rapid volley of bullets towards them. With a final shriek they disappeared, flames and all. The alley was silent for a moment until several liquid droplets landed on the ground with a hiss, pooling in a strangely metallic way. The bullets.//
Crawford's eyes slid back into focus and he replied slightly breathless at the amount of power he had just witnessed,
"No, I just accepted."
With that the American placed the receiver back on the cradle, still trying to deal with what he had just seen he stepped a little way away from the phone, his eyes still not entirely in focus, this time not because of a premonition, but lost in thought. The pyrokinetic had clearly saved his life.
A/N - That's my first chappie out of the way! As a general note this fic is set one year after the original Weiss Kreuz saga, though there is reference to Rosenkreuz in this fic, I have not based anything on the second Weiss series, which deals with it. This is artistic license as I choose to use it!