Author: NagiLite
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I lay no claim to Schwarz, or anything in the Weiß Kreuz world...other than the Alternate Universe me living there in North Carolina. Hi, me!
ACT FOUR: Hallucination
"Shit."
That was about the only helpful thing Schuldich could say, his ear to his cell phone and his eyes on the slasher movie, though he really couldn't see it. His mind was elsewhere. He had been sure they'd sterilized Nagi's wound...but it must not have been enough. They wouldn't take him to the hospital unless he was on the brink of death...
Bradley knew how to take care of infections. But there was no way he could do it all by himself and tend to Schwarz work. No way in hell.
"C'mon, Farfie," Schuldich whispered, hanging up his cell phone and tugging the madman to his feet. "We have to go home."
"Why?"
"Our little Nagikins is ill."
"Can't we finish the movie?" Farfarello looked longingly at the theater screen and the blood and guts it portrayed.
"No," said the German firmly, heading for the exit.
***
Crawford wished he had his gun with him.
A book whizzed by his face, barely missing him. Stationary objects were suddenly flying all over the place. A result of the affect of sickness on Nagi's telekinesis.
He was sorely tempted to shoot something, anything. His Inner Child especially. It was really starting to get to him, and all kinds of stupid emotions along with it. He had cleaned and bandaged Nagi's bullet wound. It really hadn't been too serious when he had first received it. Now it was puckered up and a sickly shade of black.
Nagi himself was moaning throatily and tossing about. It must have hurt a lot.
Crawford had a vision then, standing in the middle of utter chaos. He saw Schuldich and Farfarello and a LOT of cars. That wasn't good, he decided.
There were a great many things that Bradley Crawford didn't notice, but the fact that he was already late for a meeting with Reiji Takatori was not one of them. Until the other members of Schwarz returned to the apartment, Crawford couldn't possibly leave the boy there alone. Naoe was a very valuable asset to Crawford's team, one he didn't mean to lose.
And also--
No. He glared inwardly at his Inner Child and then left Nagi's room to try to find medicine for whenever Nagi should awaken.
***
Darkness.
That was all there was at first.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, Nagi fought to grasp onto something, anything.
Colors, now.
So, so hot....
A face that seemed so familiar, he instantly clung to the image.
But when he tried to put a name to it, he realized this was quite impossible.
His memory was too jumbled.
Like a puzzle.
Who was that person...?
Oh.
Yes.
It was Love.
THAT was something he hadn't thought of.
Love.
He laughed noiselessly.
That face.
Brown eyes, glasses. Black hair. He reached out invisible fingers to touch the soft strands.
(In the real world, Crawford shivered as telekinetic hands ran over his body.)
All so nice, he thought. So nice...
Love.
(Crawford watched with vague interest as a satisfied smile played over Nagi's previously-twisted-in-pain lips.)
***
Hours later, Schuldich leaned against the doorframe of Nagi's room, surveying and listening.
The thoughts of both males were highly fascinating.
But he paid the most attention to Bradley's.
Oh, how sad. Bradley had missed an important meeting with that bastard, Takatori. All because of Nagi and the traffic jam that had delayed Schuldich and Farfarello. Well, what had the man expected? Afternoon traffic was ALWAYS bad.
And was that repression? Bradley was hiding something from himself?
Schu dug deeper, pushing aside memories and worries.
There.
/Awwww./
He laughed hollowly and Bradley turned from where he was crouching to glare questioningly.
"What is it?"
/The Fearless Leader is in looooove./
'What. Are. You. Talking. About.'
Schuldich flicked his hand at the American.
/You can be so stupid at times. You process lies through your mind as you process water through your body--easily. If I were you, I'd pay attention to my psych./
And smirking, Schuldich watched as Bradley left Nagi to him. The pre-cog's shoulders were set as he exited the room. Schu patted Nagi's head comfortingly, though the boy didn't stir.
/He'll get it someday, chibi./
***
Love never smiled, Nagi noticed, still floating in a weird dream world.
He'd stopped trying to touch the face, because he knew it didn't get him any closer to Love.
(As a result, Nagi's telekinesis was in check.)
All he knew was that he never wanted to lose that image. He wanted it to stay right where it was in this universe of darkness and color, staring deep into Nagi's soul.
(Schuldich leaned back from eavesdropping on Nagi's hallucinations. Interesting. Very interesting.)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I lay no claim to Schwarz, or anything in the Weiß Kreuz world...other than the Alternate Universe me living there in North Carolina. Hi, me!
ACT FOUR: Hallucination
"Shit."
That was about the only helpful thing Schuldich could say, his ear to his cell phone and his eyes on the slasher movie, though he really couldn't see it. His mind was elsewhere. He had been sure they'd sterilized Nagi's wound...but it must not have been enough. They wouldn't take him to the hospital unless he was on the brink of death...
Bradley knew how to take care of infections. But there was no way he could do it all by himself and tend to Schwarz work. No way in hell.
"C'mon, Farfie," Schuldich whispered, hanging up his cell phone and tugging the madman to his feet. "We have to go home."
"Why?"
"Our little Nagikins is ill."
"Can't we finish the movie?" Farfarello looked longingly at the theater screen and the blood and guts it portrayed.
"No," said the German firmly, heading for the exit.
***
Crawford wished he had his gun with him.
A book whizzed by his face, barely missing him. Stationary objects were suddenly flying all over the place. A result of the affect of sickness on Nagi's telekinesis.
He was sorely tempted to shoot something, anything. His Inner Child especially. It was really starting to get to him, and all kinds of stupid emotions along with it. He had cleaned and bandaged Nagi's bullet wound. It really hadn't been too serious when he had first received it. Now it was puckered up and a sickly shade of black.
Nagi himself was moaning throatily and tossing about. It must have hurt a lot.
Crawford had a vision then, standing in the middle of utter chaos. He saw Schuldich and Farfarello and a LOT of cars. That wasn't good, he decided.
There were a great many things that Bradley Crawford didn't notice, but the fact that he was already late for a meeting with Reiji Takatori was not one of them. Until the other members of Schwarz returned to the apartment, Crawford couldn't possibly leave the boy there alone. Naoe was a very valuable asset to Crawford's team, one he didn't mean to lose.
And also--
No. He glared inwardly at his Inner Child and then left Nagi's room to try to find medicine for whenever Nagi should awaken.
***
Darkness.
That was all there was at first.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, Nagi fought to grasp onto something, anything.
Colors, now.
So, so hot....
A face that seemed so familiar, he instantly clung to the image.
But when he tried to put a name to it, he realized this was quite impossible.
His memory was too jumbled.
Like a puzzle.
Who was that person...?
Oh.
Yes.
It was Love.
THAT was something he hadn't thought of.
Love.
He laughed noiselessly.
That face.
Brown eyes, glasses. Black hair. He reached out invisible fingers to touch the soft strands.
(In the real world, Crawford shivered as telekinetic hands ran over his body.)
All so nice, he thought. So nice...
Love.
(Crawford watched with vague interest as a satisfied smile played over Nagi's previously-twisted-in-pain lips.)
***
Hours later, Schuldich leaned against the doorframe of Nagi's room, surveying and listening.
The thoughts of both males were highly fascinating.
But he paid the most attention to Bradley's.
Oh, how sad. Bradley had missed an important meeting with that bastard, Takatori. All because of Nagi and the traffic jam that had delayed Schuldich and Farfarello. Well, what had the man expected? Afternoon traffic was ALWAYS bad.
And was that repression? Bradley was hiding something from himself?
Schu dug deeper, pushing aside memories and worries.
There.
/Awwww./
He laughed hollowly and Bradley turned from where he was crouching to glare questioningly.
"What is it?"
/The Fearless Leader is in looooove./
'What. Are. You. Talking. About.'
Schuldich flicked his hand at the American.
/You can be so stupid at times. You process lies through your mind as you process water through your body--easily. If I were you, I'd pay attention to my psych./
And smirking, Schuldich watched as Bradley left Nagi to him. The pre-cog's shoulders were set as he exited the room. Schu patted Nagi's head comfortingly, though the boy didn't stir.
/He'll get it someday, chibi./
***
Love never smiled, Nagi noticed, still floating in a weird dream world.
He'd stopped trying to touch the face, because he knew it didn't get him any closer to Love.
(As a result, Nagi's telekinesis was in check.)
All he knew was that he never wanted to lose that image. He wanted it to stay right where it was in this universe of darkness and color, staring deep into Nagi's soul.
(Schuldich leaned back from eavesdropping on Nagi's hallucinations. Interesting. Very interesting.)