Schwarz Blitz 2
Rating: PG13/R
Disclaimer: Koyasu Takehito owns Weiss. SM is Takeuchi Naoko's creation.
AN: Unless you didn't know already, the story name means black lightning.
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"YOU BITCH!" The thug cursed, his back smacked hard against the brick wall. He felt the strong impact hit behind his cranium, causing a brief vision of dizzy stars to appear in front of his dazed eyes. He looked down at his hand and spotted the tiny cut appearing on the palm. Makoto went into a balanced back stance as she stood before the crouching robber. This was the eleventh robber to cross her path in the last month. She could tell she had been going up against a very large gang. Each time someone crept behind her it was either to steal her money or to provoke her into a fight.
Makoto's left hand was in a knife-hand block as she stared at the exhausted thug, "Oh come on, you want my money, don't you? Just like your other friends!" Her emerald irises enlarged tauntingly at the man. It didn't come as a shock to her when she noticed how young he looked. Maybe only about seventeen years old. Not as old sounding as her very own age of twenty years. If these young gangsters thought they could get anywhere near her oh shit they were wrong. The last ten men who attempted to mug her failed miserably. From looking closely at this current opponent, Makoto could tell the boy was a junkie. His pale skin and long chin gave tell tale signs. And his arms had leftover scars all over.
"This will be my only warning," She began, "Tell your posse to not come near me *anymore*. I'm getting sick of you all."
"Well we're getting sick of you, you slut," the boy argued. What the hell did he just call her? A slut, was it? Since when did she ever dress like a slut? Hardly. Makoto dressed in simple garments. She never dressed up like women did if they were in the prostitution market. No one had ever insulted her like that. This was definitely a first. She could handle being called bitch but slut was another offensive word she had barely come across in front of her face. Makoto's eyebrows lowered angrily and a right smack to the boy's left cheek was enough to send his head to the ground. His cheek reddened and Makoto knew his mouth had become numb from her attack. Good riddance too.
"Take my word, boy. I do hit hard. You should have known that by now," She said in an 'I told you so' tone. "Get out of here. Forget about stealing my money because I don't have any on me."
The boy covered his bruised face and ran off back into the middle of the town, away from the vicious vixen that had given him a hard night. Makoto sighed annoyingly while she tidied her cotton combat trousers from the dust sticking onto the material. Why was it that some of the robbers who had lost against her ended up stupid in their brain? Couldn't there be anyone who was smart enough to give her a decent fight? Whoa she sounded desperate for some action. Better take it easy, Mako-chan. Be careful what you wish for as the saying went.
She decided to make her way back home and get ready for work tomorrow morning. Another day in the kitchen. Sounded like fun – only when someone didn't boss over your shoulder every second. God how she didn't want to face the vain supervisor, who thought she could order Makoto around. Makoto hadn't had the chance to slap her bitchy face yet. It was tempting, yes, but so far none of the other colleagues working with her had any idea she was aggressive in real life. She had an angelic façade.
Makoto stopped walking when she sensed a pair of footsteps behind her. Was it the same guy again? Why couldn't they get the point? Why couldn't they understand that they couldn't beat her? They may as well pick on someone else who wouldn't be so violent to them. Well if they did find another victim, they were likely to meet Makoto's fists again when they see her act in defence. She heard the footsteps again only this time it was quieter.
"OK you're really pissing me off here," She warned huffily and rubbed her hands over her face boringly and swirling around on her heels. "Come out and I'll finish you off for real this time." Preparing a light speed punch, her head swirled around. But the attack collided with nothing except the air. In front of her there was nothing as well. Only the gentle wind crashing onto her cheeks was what she could feel. Everything else such as the telephone box and wooden bench was as stationary as her. Perhaps she was seeing things and acting too sensitive tonight. Was her mind finally losing its control during her one-month stay here?
Makoto groaned, "Shit, I'm losing it since moving here! Grr…I'm really most truly…" She lifted her hands from her forehead to look upwards however automatically gasped at the new person who stood adjacently to her slim physique. All she could see were the middle buttons of the black jacket. Her green eyes ascended to the face, taking in the nose, eyes, cheeks and the huge grin on the man.
"So…you really are a rough girl," He stated generally. A growl escaped her lips when she distinguished the figure standing opposite her. It was the rude drunkard with orange hair. What the hell was he doing here? Was he part of the 'Let's rob Mako-chan' posse?
"What do you want?" Makoto went into a front stance, her fists defensively rising to her chest.
"Whoa, take it easy, Fraulein," He said, his hands ascending in the air as if surrendering. Fraulein. So he's not Japanese She thought in puzzlement, taking in the clothes he wore properly this time. He looked like he was part of a gang club such as the Yokuza, someone with a lot of money and possibly a lot of women to sleep with each night. The grin on his face seemed off-putting to Makoto while she stared at him angrily. His eyes looked like they were looking through her skin and bones. It was truly scary.
"Yes I'm not Japanese," He answered. "I'm German as a matter of fact. Ich heiße Schuldig." Makoto pulled back even more. She didn't say anything else except the question. How did he know what she had just thought? Dammit this was so much like 'The X Files' it started to bug her big time. She shouldn't have stayed up late each night to watch the series. None of these crazy ideas would get into her head deeply. She told herself to wake up and keep her eyes alert on this other man. Makoto may not be a professional linguist but she guessed he had introduced himself to her. So his name was *Schuldig*, was it? What a strange name; whatever it meant. Then again he said he was German. But boy he sure showed he could speak her native Japanese language.
It didn't feel like it was long ago since he teased her in the bar. Maybe half an hour ago at least. Was he still drunk? Getting a more enhanced glare in, Makoto couldn't see late signs of heavy drinking. Hence he looked…sober. Or was he not drunk at all previously? Something wasn't right. Warning bells screamed danger in Makoto's brain and she wasn't sure what to do at the moment. She had to get answers.
"I watched you fight the junkie just now," The German replied, walking round her and not taking his gaze off her hair and face. "Not a bad fighter for a girl." He loved observing the movement of her deep emerald eyes when she followed his every direction. It proved she was certainly a sharp person who barely took her eyes off the opponent.
"Why thank you," Makoto added sarcastically. The next minute went by in a flash. Her hands held onto the lapels of his double-breasted jacket and her power pushed his thin body against the wall of the building. Schuldig let out a grunt in reaction. Not only was she unusually tall but also she had strength hardly any female displayed in fighting. Schreient had no chance in hell of taking this lovely Bishoujo on. The fight could involve agility, yes, but when it came to physical power this girl was the winner. This girl had one heck of a glare. Schuldig could look into her green eyes for hours if he had the desire.
"I'll show you and your buddies a reason to not mess with me." Makoto gripped his lapels violently.
"Ooh I'm shaking," Schuldig grinned. In a blind action, he knocked his fists onto the front of Makoto's hands, forcing the fingers to release their grips off his lapels. Makoto's hands briefly ached from the nerve point strike. No one ever used that technique on her before. Who was this guy?
"What the hell?" Recovering swiftly, she ran in with a roundhouse elbow to Schuldig's right shoulder. To her horror his hand casually caught it and his fingers curled around her elbow. Shit this guy must know martial arts too. Not many were brave enough to defend like that.
Schuldig smirked widely as his face showed above her caught elbow. Makoto cursed under her breath, pulled her elbow back and started attacking normally as before. A side thrust kick came in but Schuldig moved away in time. He didn't have to move his entire body to dodge the kick coming at him. Even with the second incoming kick to his face. Makoto tried to grab and push him down into an arm bar though he merely slid away from her attempted grab as if a sliding door. This guy had agility she had never met in her life.
Stay still! She moaned impatiently. He moved so fast it began to make her dizzy and slowly caused her to get an imperfect vision of him. Eventually she wasn't able to see him in the dark and the fighting had moved down the street; away from any bright lampposts. Where was he?! She could merely hear the wind blowing by her ears and it felt like she was the only person down the street until all of a sudden she shortly yelped once a strong arm wrapped around her neck and shoulders. Fuck, she was a goner now. Her right arm was restricted behind her back by Schuldig's other arm in a tight hold.
Schuldig's face rested on Makoto's right shoulder, "Aw, Makoto don't tell you me you're unable to catch up with my speed. This wouldn't be any fun for either one of us."
"H-how did you know my name?" She asked in a stammer, feeling his cheek close to her neck as his thin face leaned on her shoulder heavily. She couldn't move her arms at all. What disturbed her was feeling the looser strands of his long fringe tickle her cheek. This German dude was smarter and tougher than she was and it gave her the creeps.
"I've studied everything about you, Fraulein," Schuldig summarised calmly. He gently removed the grip on her right arm, loosened his hold around her shoulders and neck (allowing her to breathe properly) and jumped away from her. Makoto felt the breeze tickle the back of her neck when he soared. It was proof that he was very agile. "I know who you are."
She gasped in horror and pivoted her body to find him but his figure was nowhere to be seen. Damn the dark for being inconvenient at this time. And damn Schuldig for escaping before Makoto had the chance to ask what he knew about her. How the hell was he so fast? He was like a super soldier trained in the army. Makoto knew she couldn't catch up with this German. No matter how tempting it was to go after him.
He had disturbed her twice tonight. How was it he could do that? It was as though he knew how to intimidate her senses. He had to be inhuman. Why else could he have super agility? Makoto was full of questions, she had lost track of time. Now she had something to worry about. If he spread word around Osaka about her being a violent female she was in serious shit and she would have to definitely leave this town as soon as possible. It was most likely that she would bump into him again. Strangely, Makoto was looking forward to their next encounter. She could get another piece of him, couldn't she?
TBC
This was supposed to be part of the first chapter but I thought it would be too long and decided to split it. I hope the story doesn't sound too cliché, compared to the other WK/SM crossovers ^^;; should it be cliché or sound utterly boring then I'll happily stop. No problem.