Title: Russian Fox
By: Wildchild Laio -2002
Mail: Laioism@hotmail.com
Summary: Will Aloysa arrive safely at Schwarz HQ?…Is there anything safe about Schwarz? ^^;;
::: Chapter 1 :::
Finding your way:
The youth hadn't spoken a single word during the whole trip. He sat in the passenger seat, clutching the bag
containing his few personal belongings. Out of curiosity the taxi driver had allowed himself to
secretly watch the strange foreighner. The youth didn't seem to notice his scrutination tough as his face most of the
time was hidden behind the curtain of cinnamon coloured hair or that strange, old and used looking, book he
kept writing in. The man thought it awfully funny the way that the boy had given him the address with a few
whispered words in worse than bad English and a nervous, all but pleading, look. Apparently the kid didn't
know a word in Japanese and had to rely on the note and a fair amount of luck to find his way.
The man had met many Europeans enough to recognise that his silent passenger were one. Probably from
former soviet union, judging by his accent. His worn clothes, the pale skin and the dark, ghostly, eyes also
told the driver that this was not the usual tourist.
It was dark when the taxi drew to a stop on the forest road. The driver sighed and threw a look over his shoulder.
His mysterious passenger was asleep, his long hair spilling out over the seats and his worn, once black but
now grey, jacket, used as cover and the book as a pillow.
"Hey boy?" The man said in English politely" This is the place" The kid immediately stirred, letting out a
soft groan and slowly pulling himself up into sitting position. He looked pale and tired in the shadowy darkness.
The man smiled sympathetically.
"Are you sure you'll be OK? What are you searching for out here?" The boy nodded.
"Yes, thank you, I'll be fine" he replied quietly with his strangely accented English, clearly avoiding the mans
second question.The taxi driver watched him open the door and slide out, carrying the bag on one shoulder
and the jacket hastily thrown over his back in protection against the spring night chill. The kid gave him a wave
and a polite smile before closing the door. The taxi driver shook his head and whispered a "Good luck to you"
under his breath before driving off into the night.
Aloysa looked around with a frown. He had no idea what to do next. He had been told that he'd be met by
someone, but judging from the look of things, he was far from expected. A small road led into the forest and
from where he stood he could se the faint glow of electric lights. A house. This must be the place after all.
Throwing a nervous look around into the silent forest greenery he started making his way along the path.
Abow the sky had turned an almost purple colour and Aloysa couldn't help but admire it.
In all his life he could never remember the sky being in any other colour than grey or watery blue.
But this sky was so alive, bright and deep, it almost drew him in. There was something about the air and
the ground here in Japan that made him feel tranquillity. Something oddly familiar jet so totally new about it.
Aloysa halted and closed his eyes, tilting his head upward to draw in the freshness of the forest around him.
And that was when he felt the danger. Every muscle in his sinewy body tensed. It. What ever it was, was watching
him. Aloysa had never felt anything like it. He could actually feel the tension in the air and he felt more than heard the
predator closing in on him.The fine hairs on his neck rose and he fought the urge to flee. He was not taken by
surprise as he heard the hissing sound of metal as the edge of a sharp weapon, came to rest under his chin and the
shadowy figure of his stalker materialised right behind him. A arm snaked around his narrow waist and pulled him
into a deadly embrace.
"You felt me coming, so why didn't you run?" A hoarse voice whispered into his hair. Aloysa tried to relax and to
steady his voice.
" I couldn't outrun some one like you" he said quietly, managing every word without letting any of the
fear he felt slip trough. He knew that any sign of fear or weakness would mean his gory end.
The person behind him chuckled dryly.
"So, you're the new one then? You're the Russian fox we were told of…"
Aloysa shuddered at the sensation of the other ones breath tickling the side of his neck.
"Yes…" He whispered hoarsely. He knew now that this man also was a psychic.
He could not read anything from him, like he could of the usual humans, could not pick up a single thought shielded by the
psychic barrier. The same instance the arm released him and he almost stumbled. When he turned around, the man
had disappeared, just like the youth had known he would. Aloysa bent down to pick up his bag where he had
dropped it, when another voice interrupted him
"Seems Crawford was right, you've managed to find your way here on your own after all"
Aloysa nearly jumped at the second voice. " What he wasn't right about was that Farfarello would find you first…" a dry chuckle
" we would have had a hard time explaining for the ancients how we managed to get their latest "investment" killed before the
first mission!" Biting back a angry reply Aloysa quietly straightened himself. Even if he knew that what the man said
was true, he didn't like being spoken of as if he was nothing more than a tool to be used.
Schuldig smiled inwardly as he watched the younger psychic.
The kid had done more than well this far, considering his untimely encounter with Farfarello.
He didn't look like much of a fighter, but Schuldig knew as well as any one the danger
of judging some one from the looks. A pair of dark, haunted eyes met his and he nodded, realising that he had misjudged his age
at first. This one was older than he looked, maybe not much younger than himself and Farfie.
"Follow me!" he threw a glare into the forest just in time to see Farfarello retreat into the darkness of night
" I think it's time we get you inside and have a proper introduction."
(TBC)
By: Wildchild Laio -2002
Mail: Laioism@hotmail.com
Summary: Will Aloysa arrive safely at Schwarz HQ?…Is there anything safe about Schwarz? ^^;;
::: Chapter 1 :::
Finding your way:
The youth hadn't spoken a single word during the whole trip. He sat in the passenger seat, clutching the bag
containing his few personal belongings. Out of curiosity the taxi driver had allowed himself to
secretly watch the strange foreighner. The youth didn't seem to notice his scrutination tough as his face most of the
time was hidden behind the curtain of cinnamon coloured hair or that strange, old and used looking, book he
kept writing in. The man thought it awfully funny the way that the boy had given him the address with a few
whispered words in worse than bad English and a nervous, all but pleading, look. Apparently the kid didn't
know a word in Japanese and had to rely on the note and a fair amount of luck to find his way.
The man had met many Europeans enough to recognise that his silent passenger were one. Probably from
former soviet union, judging by his accent. His worn clothes, the pale skin and the dark, ghostly, eyes also
told the driver that this was not the usual tourist.
It was dark when the taxi drew to a stop on the forest road. The driver sighed and threw a look over his shoulder.
His mysterious passenger was asleep, his long hair spilling out over the seats and his worn, once black but
now grey, jacket, used as cover and the book as a pillow.
"Hey boy?" The man said in English politely" This is the place" The kid immediately stirred, letting out a
soft groan and slowly pulling himself up into sitting position. He looked pale and tired in the shadowy darkness.
The man smiled sympathetically.
"Are you sure you'll be OK? What are you searching for out here?" The boy nodded.
"Yes, thank you, I'll be fine" he replied quietly with his strangely accented English, clearly avoiding the mans
second question.The taxi driver watched him open the door and slide out, carrying the bag on one shoulder
and the jacket hastily thrown over his back in protection against the spring night chill. The kid gave him a wave
and a polite smile before closing the door. The taxi driver shook his head and whispered a "Good luck to you"
under his breath before driving off into the night.
Aloysa looked around with a frown. He had no idea what to do next. He had been told that he'd be met by
someone, but judging from the look of things, he was far from expected. A small road led into the forest and
from where he stood he could se the faint glow of electric lights. A house. This must be the place after all.
Throwing a nervous look around into the silent forest greenery he started making his way along the path.
Abow the sky had turned an almost purple colour and Aloysa couldn't help but admire it.
In all his life he could never remember the sky being in any other colour than grey or watery blue.
But this sky was so alive, bright and deep, it almost drew him in. There was something about the air and
the ground here in Japan that made him feel tranquillity. Something oddly familiar jet so totally new about it.
Aloysa halted and closed his eyes, tilting his head upward to draw in the freshness of the forest around him.
And that was when he felt the danger. Every muscle in his sinewy body tensed. It. What ever it was, was watching
him. Aloysa had never felt anything like it. He could actually feel the tension in the air and he felt more than heard the
predator closing in on him.The fine hairs on his neck rose and he fought the urge to flee. He was not taken by
surprise as he heard the hissing sound of metal as the edge of a sharp weapon, came to rest under his chin and the
shadowy figure of his stalker materialised right behind him. A arm snaked around his narrow waist and pulled him
into a deadly embrace.
"You felt me coming, so why didn't you run?" A hoarse voice whispered into his hair. Aloysa tried to relax and to
steady his voice.
" I couldn't outrun some one like you" he said quietly, managing every word without letting any of the
fear he felt slip trough. He knew that any sign of fear or weakness would mean his gory end.
The person behind him chuckled dryly.
"So, you're the new one then? You're the Russian fox we were told of…"
Aloysa shuddered at the sensation of the other ones breath tickling the side of his neck.
"Yes…" He whispered hoarsely. He knew now that this man also was a psychic.
He could not read anything from him, like he could of the usual humans, could not pick up a single thought shielded by the
psychic barrier. The same instance the arm released him and he almost stumbled. When he turned around, the man
had disappeared, just like the youth had known he would. Aloysa bent down to pick up his bag where he had
dropped it, when another voice interrupted him
"Seems Crawford was right, you've managed to find your way here on your own after all"
Aloysa nearly jumped at the second voice. " What he wasn't right about was that Farfarello would find you first…" a dry chuckle
" we would have had a hard time explaining for the ancients how we managed to get their latest "investment" killed before the
first mission!" Biting back a angry reply Aloysa quietly straightened himself. Even if he knew that what the man said
was true, he didn't like being spoken of as if he was nothing more than a tool to be used.
Schuldig smiled inwardly as he watched the younger psychic.
The kid had done more than well this far, considering his untimely encounter with Farfarello.
He didn't look like much of a fighter, but Schuldig knew as well as any one the danger
of judging some one from the looks. A pair of dark, haunted eyes met his and he nodded, realising that he had misjudged his age
at first. This one was older than he looked, maybe not much younger than himself and Farfie.
"Follow me!" he threw a glare into the forest just in time to see Farfarello retreat into the darkness of night
" I think it's time we get you inside and have a proper introduction."
(TBC)