Oh wow. I don't believe I wrote this. Well, I hope this one turned out as
well as I think it did.
Disclaimer: Schwarz belong to Koyasu-san and Project Weiß. All other
ideas are mine.
Oh yeah, don't forget: {{}} = Crawford precognitions
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One month later: Berlin, Germany
Schuldig leaned against the wall by one of the entrances to Rosenkreuz. He lifted his cigarette to his lips and inhaled. He felt he needed something stronger than a slight nicotine fix. The voices were especially concentrated in this place and he found it very hard to escape.
How did he let himself fall victim to these people? Did he really value his life that much? He's always hated his life. Why now did he suddenly fear for it? Maybe it was the fact that these assholes threatened it. Maybe he felt that only he was worthy enough to take his own life and not these scumbags. Perhaps that was it.
This first month was really hard on Schuldig. He was analyzed by every doctor they had in this place; poked, prodded, probed, hooked up to electrodes, brain wave reading machines. He really didn't like it. But they promised him that they would help him build up his mental barriers to stop the voices, so that sounded appealing.
Oh, the voices. He had been in crowded areas before, but he always had the option to leave. He was stuck here. Voices all around him. Too many voices. It was so hard for him to relax in this place. He couldn't think. Granted he'd always had a hard time thinking to himself anyway, but this was ridiculous. His roommate thought he was crazy cause Schuldig constantly talked to himself. One way he could possibly sort his own thoughts from others.
He hated his 'gift'. Schuldig didn't see why these Este people found it so appealing. They wanted him so they could control his mind reading abilities. He could barely control his abilities. He possessed few barriers in his mind, which is why, he could 'hear' everyone around him. The few he possessed kept him from falling into his own mind. Although, there are times.
One month here and he already wanted out. Even if he had to give his measly life up to these people, he couldn't do this.
"You know those things aren't good for your health," came a voice from off to the side. Crawford walked up to where Schuldig was standing.
"Do I look like I care?" he said to Crawford as he took one last drag of the cigarette and threw it to the ground. This was the one guy he trusted the least out of everybody their; his 'mentor'. He held this guy in such contempt. Schuldig blamed Crawford for his being here. He was the one that didn't give him a choice and he was the one who had the ability to find him. Him and his fucking mind.
Though as much as Schuldig hated Crawford, he was still intrigued by him. He was the only person that was just a form to him. Everybody else was a mind, but not this guy. Which was another reason why he hated him so. Schu couldn't read him at all. This guy showed no emotion, no expression whatsoever. He just talked about the good of Este and the outcome of their goals and all sorts of other bullshit. And this guy won't shut up about it. Schuldig couldn't care less. It means nothing to him. But this guy holds these assholes in such high esteem and keeps trying to ground their beliefs and his beliefs into his already sore brain. One day, he's going to deck Crawford.
Crawford leaned on the wall next to Schuldig. "I've been told that you haven't been paying attention during the lectures you've attended. I hope that isn't the case."
"And if it is?"
"Well, inattentiveness is punishable, you know that?"
Schuldig stepped away from the wall. "Ja, I know. So what are you going to do about it?"
Crawford sighed. "Why don't you stop by my office later and we can talk about this."
"Yeah, whatever." Schuldig walked away and disappeared into the building.
God Crawford hated this. Trying to force himself to believe this shit for the sake of this one assignment was so hard. But he had to pretend all of this. If any of his superiors found out that he wasn't teaching their newest recruit everything that he was supposed to, then he didn't want to imagine what they would do to him.
He was such a liar, he felt like such a hypocrite. He had been trying to oppose everything they ground into his skull for the past two years and here he was trying to ground the same shit into some innocent guys head. And Schuldig was not making it any easier. Alright, fine. This guy didn't seem to buy all this shit. But now Este was going too jump down his throat because their star student isn't even close to becoming theirs.
Maybe he should just tell Schuldig that he was saying all this crap so he might keep his head. Maybe then that guy wouldn't look at Crawford with such contempt. Although, if he kept making it known to everyone that he didn't give a shit, they might just kill him anyway. Either that or dissect his mind.
Either Schuldig really didn't care or he was really stupid. He must know that Este won't stand for defiance against them. Alright, he was going to give it one more chance, and then he was ready to give up on Schuldig.
Crawford walked back to his office. Well, it wasn't necessarily an office per say. His dorm room was divided into two halves, a workspace and a sleeping space. The work half was his 'office' and had a desk, chair, and couch for guests. There was a door in the corner that led to his bedroom. He also got a bathroom in his bedroom, which was the one thing he loved the most. Fourth year students were definitely treated better. It wasn't an enormous dorm, but it suited him and his needs.
He went in and took a seat behind his desk. In the mean time he didn't have anything else to do so he sat there, contemplating what he was going to say to Schuldig. Crawford kind of felt sorry for the guy, as much as he really didn't care for him. He had a big mouth.too big. He wondered if Schuldig ever thought about what he was going to say or do before he actually went through with it. He highly doubted it.
{{Schuldig walked into the office.}}
Crawford sighed. "Well, here we go," he thought to himself. "You know, it's a good thing he can't read my thoughts cause he'd probably kick my ass for the shit I think about him."
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Schuldig walked into the office, closing the door behind him. He stepped a little into the room, but remained more by the doorway. "Well, what do you want?"
Crawford looked at him. He seemed kind of short for an 18 year old. Though his red hair stood out immensely. He was rather attractive, for a boy. Actually, he was very attractive for a boy.
Crawford shook that thought off. "You are going to have to start listening Schuldig. The stuff we are teaching here is stuff that you will need to survive, to bring out the future."
Oh, yay, more of this shit," Schuldig thought to himself. "I don't want to be listening to this. I have enough to listen to already."
".is willing to help. Schuldig, are you listening?"
Schuldig looked at Crawford. "Yeah, I'm listening."
"No you aren't." Crawford looked at him with his cool eyes. "You know, I have tried to help you become more than what you are, more than what you were, but you don't seem to want to accept our help."
Schuldig raised his one eyebrow, "How perceptive of you."
Why was he starting to irritate him? Crawford blurted out, "You need us, you damned kraut! If it wasn't for me, you'd still be just another common street whore!"
Schuldig blinked. He didn't believe Crawford just said that.
Crawford stood up. "I don't believe I just said that," he thought, "I hope I'm not starting to really believe this stuff." He regained any composure he lost in his outburst. "I am going to get my meal for this afternoon. I hope in the meantime, you think about what we're trying to do for you."
Schuldig was extremely pissed. This guy, who he doesn't really care for just insulted him to his face. Oh, Crawford drove him nuts.
As Crawford walked past him to get to the door, Schuldig, in one quick motion, grabbed Crawford's arm, kicked the back of his knees and pinned him to the wall.
He leaned over and spit into Crawford's ear, "I don't care! I don't care about Este, or this school, and I don't care about you and your holier than thou ideals. So go and run off to your superiors and tell them that I think they are a bunch of psychos and that they are full of shit and that I don't care. If they want to kill me because I'm not conforming, fine! I don't give a shit!"
"God, he's fast," Crawford thought to himself, his knees hurting from hitting the ground. His face in the wall didn't feel to good either. "He's fucking strong for a kid."
Schuldig held Crawford against the wall with all of the strength he had. He wished he knew what he was thinking. Schu really wanted to torture him, to pay him back for the torture Crawford had put him through over this past month.
Schuldig moved his hand that was holding Crawford's head against the wall down along his shoulder, down his arm, across his waist. He could feel each curve of his body beneath his thin dress shirt. Schu pressed his nose into the back of Crawford's head, inhaling his black hair. "God, you smell like honey. I love honey."
Crawford tensed. He knew where this was all going. Schuldig moved his hand from Crawford's waist, caressing down to his thigh and over to his groin. Schuldig squeezed.
Crawford let out a sharp breath. That wasn't pleasure he was felling, was it?
Schuldig leaned and whispered in Crawford's ear, "If you want me to stop, just say so and I will. But don't lie, because I'll know."
Crawford closed his eyes. "You can't read my mind, you know that."
Schuldig started to undo Crawford's pants. "Yes, this is true, but I am a keen observer, and I'm willing to bet that you saw this whole thing coming and you didn't do a damn thing."
Crawford could feel his erection forming. Oh, Schuldig was so right. He did see this whole thing coming. Schuldig had his pants opened now and was starting to move his underwear down.
Should he say something? Did he want this to stop? He didn't know. He shouldn't be doing this, he real.Ah!
Schuldig started to stroke Crawford's erection slowly. Crawford started to relax a bit; the rhythm of Schuldig hand moving along his length was almost hypnotizing. Schuldig pulled him back from the wall and leaned him on his chest, not missing a beat.
Schuldig moved his hand faster exciting Crawford more. He didn't know what to think, he didn't know what to feel. Crawford couldn't tell if Schuldig was getting off on this or not. Should he do anything? He was too mesmerized to do anything at all.
Crawford breathed faster; his breathe matching Schuldig hand movements. He could feel an orgasm coming on. This was so wrong. He didn't like this guy and Schuldig hated him yet here Schuldig was, giving him pleasure he had never felt in his life.
Schuldig was moving so fast. He couldn't contain himself any longer. Crawford arched his back away from Schuldig.
"Oh, my God!"
His cum shot straight onto the wall in front of them both. Schuldig gently let go of him and brought his cum covered fingers up to Crawford's mouth. Schuldig gently touched his lips as Crawford was still breathing heavily.
Schuldig whispered into Crawford's ear, "I am not one to be insulted or dominated. That was for this past month and everything you put me through. I'll make sure I put it on your tab, Crawford."
Schuldig got up, letting Crawford drop to the floor, still exhausted from his advances. Schu left the room leaving Crawford sprawled out on the floor with his pants still open.
Crawford was stunned; speechless. What the hell was that? He just got a hand-job from some kid that he doesn't really even like. He stared at the ceiling. "I really have to get a new job."
One month later: Berlin, Germany
Schuldig leaned against the wall by one of the entrances to Rosenkreuz. He lifted his cigarette to his lips and inhaled. He felt he needed something stronger than a slight nicotine fix. The voices were especially concentrated in this place and he found it very hard to escape.
How did he let himself fall victim to these people? Did he really value his life that much? He's always hated his life. Why now did he suddenly fear for it? Maybe it was the fact that these assholes threatened it. Maybe he felt that only he was worthy enough to take his own life and not these scumbags. Perhaps that was it.
This first month was really hard on Schuldig. He was analyzed by every doctor they had in this place; poked, prodded, probed, hooked up to electrodes, brain wave reading machines. He really didn't like it. But they promised him that they would help him build up his mental barriers to stop the voices, so that sounded appealing.
Oh, the voices. He had been in crowded areas before, but he always had the option to leave. He was stuck here. Voices all around him. Too many voices. It was so hard for him to relax in this place. He couldn't think. Granted he'd always had a hard time thinking to himself anyway, but this was ridiculous. His roommate thought he was crazy cause Schuldig constantly talked to himself. One way he could possibly sort his own thoughts from others.
He hated his 'gift'. Schuldig didn't see why these Este people found it so appealing. They wanted him so they could control his mind reading abilities. He could barely control his abilities. He possessed few barriers in his mind, which is why, he could 'hear' everyone around him. The few he possessed kept him from falling into his own mind. Although, there are times.
One month here and he already wanted out. Even if he had to give his measly life up to these people, he couldn't do this.
"You know those things aren't good for your health," came a voice from off to the side. Crawford walked up to where Schuldig was standing.
"Do I look like I care?" he said to Crawford as he took one last drag of the cigarette and threw it to the ground. This was the one guy he trusted the least out of everybody their; his 'mentor'. He held this guy in such contempt. Schuldig blamed Crawford for his being here. He was the one that didn't give him a choice and he was the one who had the ability to find him. Him and his fucking mind.
Though as much as Schuldig hated Crawford, he was still intrigued by him. He was the only person that was just a form to him. Everybody else was a mind, but not this guy. Which was another reason why he hated him so. Schu couldn't read him at all. This guy showed no emotion, no expression whatsoever. He just talked about the good of Este and the outcome of their goals and all sorts of other bullshit. And this guy won't shut up about it. Schuldig couldn't care less. It means nothing to him. But this guy holds these assholes in such high esteem and keeps trying to ground their beliefs and his beliefs into his already sore brain. One day, he's going to deck Crawford.
Crawford leaned on the wall next to Schuldig. "I've been told that you haven't been paying attention during the lectures you've attended. I hope that isn't the case."
"And if it is?"
"Well, inattentiveness is punishable, you know that?"
Schuldig stepped away from the wall. "Ja, I know. So what are you going to do about it?"
Crawford sighed. "Why don't you stop by my office later and we can talk about this."
"Yeah, whatever." Schuldig walked away and disappeared into the building.
God Crawford hated this. Trying to force himself to believe this shit for the sake of this one assignment was so hard. But he had to pretend all of this. If any of his superiors found out that he wasn't teaching their newest recruit everything that he was supposed to, then he didn't want to imagine what they would do to him.
He was such a liar, he felt like such a hypocrite. He had been trying to oppose everything they ground into his skull for the past two years and here he was trying to ground the same shit into some innocent guys head. And Schuldig was not making it any easier. Alright, fine. This guy didn't seem to buy all this shit. But now Este was going too jump down his throat because their star student isn't even close to becoming theirs.
Maybe he should just tell Schuldig that he was saying all this crap so he might keep his head. Maybe then that guy wouldn't look at Crawford with such contempt. Although, if he kept making it known to everyone that he didn't give a shit, they might just kill him anyway. Either that or dissect his mind.
Either Schuldig really didn't care or he was really stupid. He must know that Este won't stand for defiance against them. Alright, he was going to give it one more chance, and then he was ready to give up on Schuldig.
Crawford walked back to his office. Well, it wasn't necessarily an office per say. His dorm room was divided into two halves, a workspace and a sleeping space. The work half was his 'office' and had a desk, chair, and couch for guests. There was a door in the corner that led to his bedroom. He also got a bathroom in his bedroom, which was the one thing he loved the most. Fourth year students were definitely treated better. It wasn't an enormous dorm, but it suited him and his needs.
He went in and took a seat behind his desk. In the mean time he didn't have anything else to do so he sat there, contemplating what he was going to say to Schuldig. Crawford kind of felt sorry for the guy, as much as he really didn't care for him. He had a big mouth.too big. He wondered if Schuldig ever thought about what he was going to say or do before he actually went through with it. He highly doubted it.
{{Schuldig walked into the office.}}
Crawford sighed. "Well, here we go," he thought to himself. "You know, it's a good thing he can't read my thoughts cause he'd probably kick my ass for the shit I think about him."
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Schuldig walked into the office, closing the door behind him. He stepped a little into the room, but remained more by the doorway. "Well, what do you want?"
Crawford looked at him. He seemed kind of short for an 18 year old. Though his red hair stood out immensely. He was rather attractive, for a boy. Actually, he was very attractive for a boy.
Crawford shook that thought off. "You are going to have to start listening Schuldig. The stuff we are teaching here is stuff that you will need to survive, to bring out the future."
Oh, yay, more of this shit," Schuldig thought to himself. "I don't want to be listening to this. I have enough to listen to already."
".is willing to help. Schuldig, are you listening?"
Schuldig looked at Crawford. "Yeah, I'm listening."
"No you aren't." Crawford looked at him with his cool eyes. "You know, I have tried to help you become more than what you are, more than what you were, but you don't seem to want to accept our help."
Schuldig raised his one eyebrow, "How perceptive of you."
Why was he starting to irritate him? Crawford blurted out, "You need us, you damned kraut! If it wasn't for me, you'd still be just another common street whore!"
Schuldig blinked. He didn't believe Crawford just said that.
Crawford stood up. "I don't believe I just said that," he thought, "I hope I'm not starting to really believe this stuff." He regained any composure he lost in his outburst. "I am going to get my meal for this afternoon. I hope in the meantime, you think about what we're trying to do for you."
Schuldig was extremely pissed. This guy, who he doesn't really care for just insulted him to his face. Oh, Crawford drove him nuts.
As Crawford walked past him to get to the door, Schuldig, in one quick motion, grabbed Crawford's arm, kicked the back of his knees and pinned him to the wall.
He leaned over and spit into Crawford's ear, "I don't care! I don't care about Este, or this school, and I don't care about you and your holier than thou ideals. So go and run off to your superiors and tell them that I think they are a bunch of psychos and that they are full of shit and that I don't care. If they want to kill me because I'm not conforming, fine! I don't give a shit!"
"God, he's fast," Crawford thought to himself, his knees hurting from hitting the ground. His face in the wall didn't feel to good either. "He's fucking strong for a kid."
Schuldig held Crawford against the wall with all of the strength he had. He wished he knew what he was thinking. Schu really wanted to torture him, to pay him back for the torture Crawford had put him through over this past month.
Schuldig moved his hand that was holding Crawford's head against the wall down along his shoulder, down his arm, across his waist. He could feel each curve of his body beneath his thin dress shirt. Schu pressed his nose into the back of Crawford's head, inhaling his black hair. "God, you smell like honey. I love honey."
Crawford tensed. He knew where this was all going. Schuldig moved his hand from Crawford's waist, caressing down to his thigh and over to his groin. Schuldig squeezed.
Crawford let out a sharp breath. That wasn't pleasure he was felling, was it?
Schuldig leaned and whispered in Crawford's ear, "If you want me to stop, just say so and I will. But don't lie, because I'll know."
Crawford closed his eyes. "You can't read my mind, you know that."
Schuldig started to undo Crawford's pants. "Yes, this is true, but I am a keen observer, and I'm willing to bet that you saw this whole thing coming and you didn't do a damn thing."
Crawford could feel his erection forming. Oh, Schuldig was so right. He did see this whole thing coming. Schuldig had his pants opened now and was starting to move his underwear down.
Should he say something? Did he want this to stop? He didn't know. He shouldn't be doing this, he real.Ah!
Schuldig started to stroke Crawford's erection slowly. Crawford started to relax a bit; the rhythm of Schuldig hand moving along his length was almost hypnotizing. Schuldig pulled him back from the wall and leaned him on his chest, not missing a beat.
Schuldig moved his hand faster exciting Crawford more. He didn't know what to think, he didn't know what to feel. Crawford couldn't tell if Schuldig was getting off on this or not. Should he do anything? He was too mesmerized to do anything at all.
Crawford breathed faster; his breathe matching Schuldig hand movements. He could feel an orgasm coming on. This was so wrong. He didn't like this guy and Schuldig hated him yet here Schuldig was, giving him pleasure he had never felt in his life.
Schuldig was moving so fast. He couldn't contain himself any longer. Crawford arched his back away from Schuldig.
"Oh, my God!"
His cum shot straight onto the wall in front of them both. Schuldig gently let go of him and brought his cum covered fingers up to Crawford's mouth. Schuldig gently touched his lips as Crawford was still breathing heavily.
Schuldig whispered into Crawford's ear, "I am not one to be insulted or dominated. That was for this past month and everything you put me through. I'll make sure I put it on your tab, Crawford."
Schuldig got up, letting Crawford drop to the floor, still exhausted from his advances. Schu left the room leaving Crawford sprawled out on the floor with his pants still open.
Crawford was stunned; speechless. What the hell was that? He just got a hand-job from some kid that he doesn't really even like. He stared at the ceiling. "I really have to get a new job."