Oh my gawd! When I started writing this fic, I never thought that it would
be this well liked. A massive Domo Arigatou to everybody who has left a
review. Don't worry, there is plenty more to come.
I also want to say hi to Yohji & Margaret, I had sssoooooooo much fun this
weekend. Can't wait for graduation! I also want to say Guten Tag to
Ryuichi and her friend person-with-random-Irish-accent (gomen nasai, I
don't remember your names *sweatdrop*) from the AP store in Fairfax. And
Katashi..well...I see you every day.so...yeah.
Anywho, this stuff belongs to KT and PrjW, all other stuff is mine, that's
about it, on with the story...
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A couple of weeks later: Berlin, Germany
A cool breeze blew through the open windows rustling the drapes of Crawford's bedroom around. He was sitting up against the headboard with a book in his hand. There were folders and papers spewed out to the side of him. Resting, with his head on Crawford's thighs, was a Schuldig.
Crawford had some work to do and Schuldig had nothing in particular he had to do. So he decided that bugging Crawford seemed like fun. Normally, students at Rosenkreuz weren't really allowed to just do nothing, especially in the middle of a day. But, since Schuldig was with his 'mentor', he technically was doing something, therefore could do nothing. He found it all very convenient.
"Crawford?'
"Hmm?"
"What are you reading?"
Crawford turned a page. "A book."
Schu rolled his eyes. "That's very perceptive of you. What kind of book?"
"A Japanese book."
Schuldig turned his head to look at him. "You speak Japanese?"
"No, it's a learn-to-speak-Japanese-book."
"Why would you want to learn Japanese?"
"I've no choice in the matter."
"No choice?"
Crawford turned another page. "Fräulein Menschenfeind handed it to me and told me to learn it."
Schuldig turned back to look at the ceiling. "Why do you think she did that?"
Crawford sighed. "Well, the last time I had to learn a language, I was shipped off to this place. So, I figure I'm going to Japan once I get out of here."
Now Schuldig sighed. "Do you know when you're going to be done here?"
"I've no idea."
"Nein?"
"Nein. Soon I would think thought."
Schuldig stretched his legs out. "You know I've never really cared for Menschenfeind. She thinks too much. Isn't she a precog like you?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"You know, she's a real stiff-ass. I think she has a bigger stick up her ass than you do. Is that a precog trait?"
Crawford looked up from his book and stared at Schuldig. Schu grinned at him. "Don't you have anything better to do?" Crawford said to him.
"Umm, nope."
Crawford went back to reading his book. The two men were silent for a little while.
"You know, I've seen that before; someone with a stick up their ass, I mean."
Crawford looked at him again, "What!?"
"Some guy I knew had some book with pictures of accidents or something and some guy fell on a stick and it went up his ass. It looked very painful."
"Right."
"It's not the strangest thing I ever saw, though. I think the strangest thing probably would be this one guy that used to come into the bar, that bar you found me at, he had some facial deformity and his eyes were spread really far apart. He kind of reminded us of a fish. So we simply called him Herr Fischmann. He didn't seem to mind."
"You know, you talk a lot." Crawford turned a page.
"Ja, I know. Have you ever seen anything weird like that?"
"Nein."
"Really?"
"Really." Again silence. Then Crawford dropped his book to his lap, just to the side of Schuldig's head and with a completely straight face remarked, "Well, no. My brother once stuck a spiced apple ring up his nose and got it stuck. That was pretty weird looking."
Schuldig's eyes widened and he started to howl with laughter. Even Crawford himself started to smile at it. "Yeah, it was pretty funny."
"Ha! Funny? That is fricken hilarious!"
The two of them sat and laid on the bed laughing about Crawford's remark for a minute or two.
"I didn't know you had a brother," Schuldig finally said after he calmed down a bit.
"That would be because I never told anyone."
"Okay, well, yeah. Just a brother?"
"Ja."
"Younger or older?"
"Younger."
Schuldig flipped over to his stomach and looked at Crawford. "When was the last time you saw him?"
Crawford thought for a moment. "Not since I left home when I was 17."
"And you're how old now.?"
"20."
Schuldig thought for a moment. So you've been here for three years, but you're a 4th year student." Schu looked very confused.
"Actually, I've technically only been here for 2 years."
"Okay.how?"
Crawford paused for a moment, "Let's just say that I was able to throw my weight around enough to achieve a higher status faster."
"Uh-huh. Right." He seemed content with that answer. Schuldig stared out the window and had started to play with his hair.
"So what about you?" Crawford asked after going back to his book. "Do you have any siblings?"
Schu sighed. "I don't know. I don't remember anything from before I was, like, 9. Hell, I can't even remember my birth name."
"You can't remember anything?"
"Most of my memories have gotten lost in the thoughts going through my head. Some of them, I'm not sure if they are even mine."
Crawford closed his book, keeping his finger in his spot. So how'd you end up with a name like 'guilty'?"
"It's the only thing I can remember anyone calling me, I think." Schuldig paused. "Well, what about you? What's your last name?"
Crawford raised his right eyebrow as he opened up his book again. "Crawford is my last name."
"Oh.okay, well what's your first name?"
Crawford didn't answer. He kept on reading his book.
Schuldig glanced over at Crawford not paying attention to him. He rolled back over and stared at the ceiling again, figuring Crawford wasn't going to answer him.
"Bradley."
"Was?" Schu said glancing back up to him.
"My first name is Bradley."
"Hmm.Bradley Crawford." Schuldig smiled. "I like it. It kind of has a ring to it. It suits you."
Crawford looked at him. "That doesn't mean you go using it."
"Sure, whatever you say Bradley." Schu grinned at him.
Crawford thought to himself, "What have I done?"
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Brad walked down the hall toward the Doktor's office; books and folders in hand. The afternoon had progressed rather slowly. He attempted to study that one book all afternoon, but to really no avail. He did enjoy Schuldig's company, but there were times that the man was so annoying.like when he was trying to do work.
What did he see in him again?
Bradley inwardly smiled at the thought of Schuldig. He was awfully cute.wait, did he just think cute? He surprised himself. Thank goodness no one could read his mind.
Maybe it was his innocence. He did have it in him, despite his outward appearance. It was in his eyes; this little glimmer of innocence that flashed every now and then. Brad was definitely attracted to that.
He knocked on the Doktor's door, and as soon as he heard an 'OK' from the room within, he entered. The Doktor was sitting at his desk rustling through papers of sorts.
"Ah, Crawford, come in, have a seat, would you like something to drink?"
"Ah, nein.danke." Bradley sat down and set the books and such on the coffee table in front of him.
The Doktor came over and sat on a chair opposite him with a drink of sorts in his hand. "How are your studies coming along?"
"They are coming fine. I am somewhere in the 5th chapter of the grammar book now."
"Oh, well good. Menschenfeind arranged for you to be taught by one of the other instructors here. Umm, his office is room 356.Herr Aoiyama. He will instructing you for the next two months."
Crawford questioned, "And what happens after two months?"
The Doktor took a sip of his drink, "Well, I'm not supposed to tell you, it should be Fräulein Menschenfeind telling you this, but rumor has it that Este has chosen you from this school and that your first assignment has already been picked out."
"So, in two months, I leave?"
"Ja."
Crawford was overcome with joy, but did not let it show upon his face.
{{Schuldig looked at him with sadness.}}
What was that? It suddenly started to worry him.
"Well," the Doktor then said, "May I ask how Schuldig has been adjusting over this past year?"
Crawford focused on him, "Umm, he's been doing fine."
"Oh, well that's good. We were so afraid that he would give us immense trouble."
"Yes, well, he hasn't been that much trouble at all. Well, if that is all, I still have some work to do." Crawford stood up, gathered his books and such and headed for the door.
As he grabbed for the handle, the Doktor said after him, "If you don't mind my bringing it up, Crawford, but I never realized you liked them so young
Crawford stopped and looked back into the room at the Doktor. "Excuse me?" he said.
"About Schuldig.I never realized you also liked them so young."
Crawford thought for a moment. What was he talki..oh. A slight flash of embarrassment swept over Crawford momentarily when he realized what the Doktor was talking about. Okay, so the Doktor knew he has slept with Schuldig. But how many other people knew? There was no use in denying it now. But what did he mean by 'so young'?
"Umm, well.you know." Crawford shifted his stance.
The Doktor walked to his desk still talking, "I'll admit, I like them rather young too. I guess you agree that fifteen is a good age."
"Umm, yeah, I guess." Okay, that was just something that he did not need to know the man in the office. Whatever his fetishes were, he did care, he did not nee..whoa! Crawford suddenly made a connection in his head. They were talking about Schuldig, the Doktor said something about 15 being a good age, and this related to Schuldig.
"Well, anyway, Gute Nacht, Herr Doktor." Crawford walked out the door. Shit! Schuldig is only 15!? He can't be. He looks older than 15. But then he never did ask him how old he was. He could be 15. Ahh! He slept with a 15 year old!
Oh, Crawford was so mad now. He stormed to Schuldig dorm room. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he had to say something, like why the 'boy' didn't say anything.
He felt so dirty right now. He wanted to take a shower forever. A child! A god damned fucking kid gave him something he thought he could never have.
Crawford banged on the door of Schuldig's room. His roommate opened the door.
"Where's Schuldig?!"
"Umm.umm.umm.he's in here, Sir."
Crawford stormed in and stopped when he saw Schuldig sitting on his bed. He turned toward the roommate. "You, go find someplace else to be."
"Umm, Sir, where?"
"Anywhere! Just get out."
The other man left. Schuldig had smiled when he saw Crawford enter, but was now alarmed at the presence of the older man. "Crawford, what's up?"
Crawford walked over and stood at the foot of Schuldig's bed. "You and I have to talk."
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A couple of weeks later: Berlin, Germany
A cool breeze blew through the open windows rustling the drapes of Crawford's bedroom around. He was sitting up against the headboard with a book in his hand. There were folders and papers spewed out to the side of him. Resting, with his head on Crawford's thighs, was a Schuldig.
Crawford had some work to do and Schuldig had nothing in particular he had to do. So he decided that bugging Crawford seemed like fun. Normally, students at Rosenkreuz weren't really allowed to just do nothing, especially in the middle of a day. But, since Schuldig was with his 'mentor', he technically was doing something, therefore could do nothing. He found it all very convenient.
"Crawford?'
"Hmm?"
"What are you reading?"
Crawford turned a page. "A book."
Schu rolled his eyes. "That's very perceptive of you. What kind of book?"
"A Japanese book."
Schuldig turned his head to look at him. "You speak Japanese?"
"No, it's a learn-to-speak-Japanese-book."
"Why would you want to learn Japanese?"
"I've no choice in the matter."
"No choice?"
Crawford turned another page. "Fräulein Menschenfeind handed it to me and told me to learn it."
Schuldig turned back to look at the ceiling. "Why do you think she did that?"
Crawford sighed. "Well, the last time I had to learn a language, I was shipped off to this place. So, I figure I'm going to Japan once I get out of here."
Now Schuldig sighed. "Do you know when you're going to be done here?"
"I've no idea."
"Nein?"
"Nein. Soon I would think thought."
Schuldig stretched his legs out. "You know I've never really cared for Menschenfeind. She thinks too much. Isn't she a precog like you?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"You know, she's a real stiff-ass. I think she has a bigger stick up her ass than you do. Is that a precog trait?"
Crawford looked up from his book and stared at Schuldig. Schu grinned at him. "Don't you have anything better to do?" Crawford said to him.
"Umm, nope."
Crawford went back to reading his book. The two men were silent for a little while.
"You know, I've seen that before; someone with a stick up their ass, I mean."
Crawford looked at him again, "What!?"
"Some guy I knew had some book with pictures of accidents or something and some guy fell on a stick and it went up his ass. It looked very painful."
"Right."
"It's not the strangest thing I ever saw, though. I think the strangest thing probably would be this one guy that used to come into the bar, that bar you found me at, he had some facial deformity and his eyes were spread really far apart. He kind of reminded us of a fish. So we simply called him Herr Fischmann. He didn't seem to mind."
"You know, you talk a lot." Crawford turned a page.
"Ja, I know. Have you ever seen anything weird like that?"
"Nein."
"Really?"
"Really." Again silence. Then Crawford dropped his book to his lap, just to the side of Schuldig's head and with a completely straight face remarked, "Well, no. My brother once stuck a spiced apple ring up his nose and got it stuck. That was pretty weird looking."
Schuldig's eyes widened and he started to howl with laughter. Even Crawford himself started to smile at it. "Yeah, it was pretty funny."
"Ha! Funny? That is fricken hilarious!"
The two of them sat and laid on the bed laughing about Crawford's remark for a minute or two.
"I didn't know you had a brother," Schuldig finally said after he calmed down a bit.
"That would be because I never told anyone."
"Okay, well, yeah. Just a brother?"
"Ja."
"Younger or older?"
"Younger."
Schuldig flipped over to his stomach and looked at Crawford. "When was the last time you saw him?"
Crawford thought for a moment. "Not since I left home when I was 17."
"And you're how old now.?"
"20."
Schuldig thought for a moment. So you've been here for three years, but you're a 4th year student." Schu looked very confused.
"Actually, I've technically only been here for 2 years."
"Okay.how?"
Crawford paused for a moment, "Let's just say that I was able to throw my weight around enough to achieve a higher status faster."
"Uh-huh. Right." He seemed content with that answer. Schuldig stared out the window and had started to play with his hair.
"So what about you?" Crawford asked after going back to his book. "Do you have any siblings?"
Schu sighed. "I don't know. I don't remember anything from before I was, like, 9. Hell, I can't even remember my birth name."
"You can't remember anything?"
"Most of my memories have gotten lost in the thoughts going through my head. Some of them, I'm not sure if they are even mine."
Crawford closed his book, keeping his finger in his spot. So how'd you end up with a name like 'guilty'?"
"It's the only thing I can remember anyone calling me, I think." Schuldig paused. "Well, what about you? What's your last name?"
Crawford raised his right eyebrow as he opened up his book again. "Crawford is my last name."
"Oh.okay, well what's your first name?"
Crawford didn't answer. He kept on reading his book.
Schuldig glanced over at Crawford not paying attention to him. He rolled back over and stared at the ceiling again, figuring Crawford wasn't going to answer him.
"Bradley."
"Was?" Schu said glancing back up to him.
"My first name is Bradley."
"Hmm.Bradley Crawford." Schuldig smiled. "I like it. It kind of has a ring to it. It suits you."
Crawford looked at him. "That doesn't mean you go using it."
"Sure, whatever you say Bradley." Schu grinned at him.
Crawford thought to himself, "What have I done?"
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Brad walked down the hall toward the Doktor's office; books and folders in hand. The afternoon had progressed rather slowly. He attempted to study that one book all afternoon, but to really no avail. He did enjoy Schuldig's company, but there were times that the man was so annoying.like when he was trying to do work.
What did he see in him again?
Bradley inwardly smiled at the thought of Schuldig. He was awfully cute.wait, did he just think cute? He surprised himself. Thank goodness no one could read his mind.
Maybe it was his innocence. He did have it in him, despite his outward appearance. It was in his eyes; this little glimmer of innocence that flashed every now and then. Brad was definitely attracted to that.
He knocked on the Doktor's door, and as soon as he heard an 'OK' from the room within, he entered. The Doktor was sitting at his desk rustling through papers of sorts.
"Ah, Crawford, come in, have a seat, would you like something to drink?"
"Ah, nein.danke." Bradley sat down and set the books and such on the coffee table in front of him.
The Doktor came over and sat on a chair opposite him with a drink of sorts in his hand. "How are your studies coming along?"
"They are coming fine. I am somewhere in the 5th chapter of the grammar book now."
"Oh, well good. Menschenfeind arranged for you to be taught by one of the other instructors here. Umm, his office is room 356.Herr Aoiyama. He will instructing you for the next two months."
Crawford questioned, "And what happens after two months?"
The Doktor took a sip of his drink, "Well, I'm not supposed to tell you, it should be Fräulein Menschenfeind telling you this, but rumor has it that Este has chosen you from this school and that your first assignment has already been picked out."
"So, in two months, I leave?"
"Ja."
Crawford was overcome with joy, but did not let it show upon his face.
{{Schuldig looked at him with sadness.}}
What was that? It suddenly started to worry him.
"Well," the Doktor then said, "May I ask how Schuldig has been adjusting over this past year?"
Crawford focused on him, "Umm, he's been doing fine."
"Oh, well that's good. We were so afraid that he would give us immense trouble."
"Yes, well, he hasn't been that much trouble at all. Well, if that is all, I still have some work to do." Crawford stood up, gathered his books and such and headed for the door.
As he grabbed for the handle, the Doktor said after him, "If you don't mind my bringing it up, Crawford, but I never realized you liked them so young
Crawford stopped and looked back into the room at the Doktor. "Excuse me?" he said.
"About Schuldig.I never realized you also liked them so young."
Crawford thought for a moment. What was he talki..oh. A slight flash of embarrassment swept over Crawford momentarily when he realized what the Doktor was talking about. Okay, so the Doktor knew he has slept with Schuldig. But how many other people knew? There was no use in denying it now. But what did he mean by 'so young'?
"Umm, well.you know." Crawford shifted his stance.
The Doktor walked to his desk still talking, "I'll admit, I like them rather young too. I guess you agree that fifteen is a good age."
"Umm, yeah, I guess." Okay, that was just something that he did not need to know the man in the office. Whatever his fetishes were, he did care, he did not nee..whoa! Crawford suddenly made a connection in his head. They were talking about Schuldig, the Doktor said something about 15 being a good age, and this related to Schuldig.
"Well, anyway, Gute Nacht, Herr Doktor." Crawford walked out the door. Shit! Schuldig is only 15!? He can't be. He looks older than 15. But then he never did ask him how old he was. He could be 15. Ahh! He slept with a 15 year old!
Oh, Crawford was so mad now. He stormed to Schuldig dorm room. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he had to say something, like why the 'boy' didn't say anything.
He felt so dirty right now. He wanted to take a shower forever. A child! A god damned fucking kid gave him something he thought he could never have.
Crawford banged on the door of Schuldig's room. His roommate opened the door.
"Where's Schuldig?!"
"Umm.umm.umm.he's in here, Sir."
Crawford stormed in and stopped when he saw Schuldig sitting on his bed. He turned toward the roommate. "You, go find someplace else to be."
"Umm, Sir, where?"
"Anywhere! Just get out."
The other man left. Schuldig had smiled when he saw Crawford enter, but was now alarmed at the presence of the older man. "Crawford, what's up?"
Crawford walked over and stood at the foot of Schuldig's bed. "You and I have to talk."