Beautiful Alone
By: Raiha-chan
Spoilers: Episode 2.
Disclaimers: Weiß Kreuz and all its characters belong to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiß. "Beautiful Alone", the first ED song, does not belong to me either. Do not sue me for I have nothing. Sad, really.
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--- Chapter Two ---
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"To every life, there's always an end,
But I close my eyes, I still see your face; beautiful...
And I throw a rose as they now lower you down
But I still believe I'll see you again
I wait for the day that I can once more hold you tight
Until then, I can't cry this pain away
Until then, memories are all I have..."
My current mission was simple. I am to escort Mr. Takatori to and from the Human Chess tournament. A rather dull mission (not to mention tournament) at that.
Around the God-knows-which round, a man with red hair and wearing a horrible orange-colored sweater showed up. Quite an interesting person, may I add. I could tell, by the way he moved and carried himself, that he's been trained for this.
The fighting, that is.
The matches in which he fought in were the only ones interesting. It can be rather nice to watch people do something in which they actually know what they're doing…
A thin line of silver against the darkness…
I slowly return to reality as the vision faded, a small smirk playing on my lips. What an interesting person, indeed.
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I watched as he continued screaming out the name of the very man I work for, endlessly. And with much anger lacing his voice. Even as the helicopter continued its ascend, even through all the noise the thing was making, his voice carried through sharply.
"Find out who he is," my employer said, slightly distracted.
"Yes," I nodded in reply.
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"Nothing?" I asked, watching the young boy stretched his hands after endless hours of typing away at his computer.
"Not even one single file," Nagi shook his head. "It's as if he's been completely wiped off of the face of the earth."
"I doubt that would be hard to believe," I said, remembering the way he had fought in the tournament. "One thing we know for sure is that he's alive."
"Why does Takatori want his file so much anyway?" Nagi asked, absentmindedly, as his eyes continued roaming the contents displayed on the computer screen.
"I do not question those I work for," was all I said before I turned and made a move to leave the room. "If you've found anything, report it right away."
Nagi made no response as I disappeared from the room. I doubt very much that he even heard me in the first place. I made my way towards my room and in the hallway, passed another one of my teammates. The loud and annoying German one.
"The old bag's quite a pedophile," Schuldig commented in a low voice. "Chasing after little boys that are half his age." I didn't do so much as acknowledge his words as I pass him by silently.
There are some things better left off in the dark.
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Nearly two weeks later and still no information on the redhead. The people he works for sure is good when it comes to hiding the truth. Nagi finally decided to give up on his searching, as nothing he did came up with a single file.
Fortunately for him, he is not me. He does not have to put up with that old man's whining. Oh, pardon me. I meant scolding.
The old man must want the redhead pretty badly.
So, after the talk, he sent me back to gather up more information. The man just doesn't know when to quit, it seems. When Nagi looked at me, aghast, I gave him a look that could've froze hell and left the safehouse.
Though at this time of the night, I doubt there are many places I can go to that are still open.
"Looking for a good time?" a nasal voice spoke behind me. I did not answer and watched Schuldig sauntered up beside me. "Follow me."
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I refuse to throttle his neck. Though the idea is very tempting, I simple refuse to give in. As much as I hate to admit it, I need this guy's ability for the team. Killing him would mean no more Schuldig and that is not a good thing.
But that doesn't mean I can't beat him senseless later.
Not surprisingly, Schuldig's idea of a "good time" was the local club. I don't mind coming in here for a drink. But I sure as hell mind the fact that he's been trying to push numerous amount of females onto my lap for the past hour.
Something about pulling that stick out of my ass, he said.
I like the stick exactly where it is, thank you very much.
I glared at the annoying little bastard for the umpteenth time then turned back to my drink. It was my fourth one and I was still as sober as hell. If I was drunk, then the actions I took would be justified. I could kill that bastard and blame it on the alcohol.
"My, my, my," Schuldig murmured beside me. "Look what the cat dragged in." To humor him, I turned and tried to locate what it was that he's been babbling about.
And my eyes immediately fell on a certain redhead, dancing smack in the middle of the dance floor, looking quite drunk.
And quite sexy. With the way he rotated his hips about, anyone is bound to be drawn to him, female and male alike. Full, red lips, opened invitingly…
I slammed the brakes to my thoughts and turned away abruptly. Schuldig either noticed it and chose to not say a thing, or he was too busy ogling. Instinct told me it was the latter.
"There's the other kitten," Schuldig continued his rant. Then, the thought occurred to me. I turned and gave him a look.
"Why on God's green earth do you keep calling them 'kittens'?" The German had once mentioned, while watching Nagi type away at his computer, something about "what a pretty little kitten he was" though I never bothered to ask him what he meant.
Schuldig's eyes glittered with amusement. "That's for me to know and for you to find out," was all he said before he went back to his previous activity.
Have I mentioned how much I hate the guy yet?
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I found out, in a week's time, what Schuldig had meant when he mentioned the "kittens". What a surprising little surprise.
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I know Brad is somewhat OOC in this chapter but I found it rather hard to write from Brad's POV. . The events in this chapter happened quite fast so I'm sorry if it got confusing. I was trying to get past the details that were both unnecessary and necessary at the same time. ^^;;