Prologue

He was dreaming again. Always the same dream. The same azure-haired girl he had come to recognize as a frequent image almost engraved within his mind so clearly, that he could see her every time he closed her eyes. Neither ever said a word, he simply watched her silently, watching her thread dandelions into a crown. He never saw her finish the circlet; the dream always ended before she could.

This dream though, when the point came for the dream to end, the girl looked up at the light blue sky, staring longingly as if looking for something…or someone. The delicate yellow petals of the dandelion crushing under the pressure the girl released when she closed her hand into a fist. He tried to walk to a tree nearer to her as if her warmth could touch him. His foot rested on a small branch, causing a small sound crackling sound resembling the sound of paper disintegrating. The azure-haired child turned abruptly in his direction, curiosity vibrating in her eyes which were same shade as her hair. He was mesmerized; he had never seen eyes like hers before. An innocence which could not possibly exist and thrive in real life. She reached for him, the petals of the dandelion fluttering to the ground like broken wings of a butterfly.

"Save me.."

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Chapter 1

Nagi awoke, covered in sweat. The bed sheets tangled in folds that trapped his legs to the mattress. The girl that had haunted him in his dreams for so long had spoken. What could her words have meant?

*Having that dream again? How sweet*

He tensed, hearing the red-haired German's laughter echoing through every corner of his mind. He long since gave up trying to keep his thoughts his own. Schuldich had shown him time and time again, that if he chose to, he could invade his privacy whenever he liked. The German didn't find it intimidating he was angering a telekinetic, nothing seemed to frighten the redhead.

*The girl spoke, the object of your admiration. Planning to do something about it Nagi-KUN?*

Nagi hissed back a sharp reply in his mind, understanding fully why Schuldich emphasized the "kun" part so. The redhead always found pleasure in reminding Nagi he was a boy, hence, he was the weakest link of Schwarz. It didn't matter that he was sane, unlike Farfarello. Schuldich judged others on account of their age, never on their sanity level. The mind-reader fed through minds of others, learning of their past, yet never revealing his own. Nagi, nor the other Schwarz members, with the exception of Crawford, truly knew to the depths of what Schuldich must have went through to end up in an assassin group such as theirs. To a certain extent, Nagi was aware of the others' pasts.

*Nagi-kun I didn't know you cared! But you know as well as I do that I don't reveal my past to no one. Always guilty, that's all you need to know, remember?*

Schuldich's sarcasm dripped into every syllable of every word said in his mind. He had no respect of everyone else's privacy, as long as he kept his. Nagi struggled inside himself to build a temporary barrier that blocked Schuldich of his thoughts. The act exhausted him, he could already feel invisible hands trying to creep past the weak walls. The intense pressure on his mind ceased suddenly, a blank silence filling the intrusion. The German giving up, it was surprising, yet he welcomed the change.

He pillowed his head under his right arm, staring up at the white ceiling. The girl, her voice…he shuddered at the thought of her in pain. Even if the character was the creation of his imagination, to think of her suffering…something in her voice sounded familiar, her tone of voice. It was the same sound of desperation echoed within his voice as a child, although as he grew older, he learned to mask his feelings with a coldness no one could read.

Afraid to fall asleep. Amusing. Ever since Crawford has saved him from the streets years back and taught him the world was at his mercy, he no longer felt the need to fear. Crawford would have his hide if he became aware that Nagi, the telepath, was afraid of his own dreams. He smiled humorlessly at the thought.

Note: Just a quick changing of a word. Thanks to the person who let me know about the telekinetic/telepath mistake, gomenasai I always get the two confused :)