-1Title: "Freiheit" Or "Freedom"
Author: Demetria Usher
Category: Shounen Ai, Lime, Angst, Violence, AU(?)
Rating: PG18 (R)
Pairings: Schu+Nagi, Ken+Nagi
Archive: Nozomi No Hikari
Warnings: Ummmm... ??
Disclaimers: Characters are the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project WeiB, not to I.
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/:...:/ Telepathic communication
Arc 1/?
'September 4th; 23:32'
'They think I don't understand what's going on. . . I'm tired of simply being too young to do anything. I'm Schwartz! I can do anything that they can! . . . I'm. . . I'm just so tired. . . Why can't I have a normal life? Must my life be totally defined by the power I have not by choice, but by birth? Is there any chance that I can lead a normal existence. . ?'
Nagi looked up suddenly as he heard a knock upon his bedroom door. Sitting up quickly, the teen tucked his journal underneath his pillow. He knew that the person at the door wasn't Schuldrich, because the German never bothered to knock; and Farfarello was most likely sedated and straight jacketed downstairs in the basement already at that time of night. So, Nagi knew that it was Crawford coming to check up on him.
"Yes?" Nagi said, turning to look at the door as the tall American poked his head in.
"You have school tomorrow?" It wasn't a question, more like a statement of fact.
"I just had to finish a project." Nagi replied, lying smoothly.
Crawford raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? You should be in bed long before now."
"Hai. Gomen." The youngest Schwartz member said, moving to climb beneath the covers of his bed.
Crawford nodded in approval at the Japanese teen's obedience, before turning and departing the room, closing the door behind him with a resounding click that had such finality to it. . .
Frowning, Nagi laid down beneath his coverlet, pulling it up to his chin, he sighed, turning onto his side, a few moments later, he was sound asleep.
When the boy had shifted in his bed, the journal that lay upon the edge of the bed, beneath the pillow fell to the floor, falling open to its centre pages, the off-white pages lit by the milky moonlight shining in from the window. The neat handwriting easily legible in the light of the moon. . .
'Maybe they are all right about me. . . there can be no other life for one such as me in that world that I dream of . . . maybe I should just give up, give up pretending. . . throw away all the hopes I had, that way I won't be disappointed when none of them ever come true. . . but, if I could have one wish. . . I'd want to be free. Free of Schwartz, free of everything. . .'