Schwarz Blitz 14 (epilogue)
AN: This chapter isn't as dark as the previous ones, which makes a change ^_^;; And yes it is true. The story is dark as a whole and I wanted it like that. Not all stories have to all fluffy and cute ^_^;;
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Makoto felt the true fatigue really hitting her as she lay among the covers. Morning light shone through the binds and if her nose didn't make any mistake, there was the smell of toast and eggs in the kitchen. The former must have been left to burn for too long in the toaster machine. Why else did the burning smell have to be strong? Makoto found her loose hair scrunched against something warm and soft. Then everything from last night flooded back into her memory bank. She had one hell of a time last night with Schuldig. It was a night to remember. The telepath's arm had spread across her stomach and she moved it gently to break free from his protective hold.
He was probably still asleep. But wow he looked very innocent in this state. Perhaps more attractive when he wasn't a teaser. Pulling away the cover from her side, Makoto searched for her bra and panties from underneath the bed though wasn't having luck. Where the hell was her prized lingerie? Without it she wouldn't be able to leave the room without any clothes on. Or even underwear to be sillier. She was about to swear until a tap on the shoulder averted her to search further on her side of the bed. Makoto pivoted her face to the left and received a delicious kiss as her morning greeting.
Schuldig held her shoulders tightly as he pulled her down into the sheets again and continued to fill her mouth with his taste. Makoto wrapped her hands round his entire waist, enjoying this session with him. Disrupting the kiss, Schuldig dangled something in front if her emerald eyes, giving her a small jump. His hands held her black lingerie set in the air.
"Thanks," She took her lingerie off him and sat back up to put them on. Makoto wasn't used to having an audience watch her dress. It felt too awkward for her to handle at the moment. She faced forward and saw Schuldig with a wicked grin on his face.
"I'm remembering everything we did last night," He said smoothly, knowing what question she wanted to ask from looking at her face. "Admit it though. You loved it." Makoto ignored his comment as she fastened her trousers back on. Now the main priority was to find her shirt. It must still be outside in the living room. Schuldig didn't seem to be finished with playing with her this morning. "Fraulein, you haven't answered me."
"Yeah so?" She answered impatiently.
"Tell me you admit enjoying what we did and I'll give you a shirt to wear."
"Hey my shirt is outside…"
"Your shirt is torn to bits. No point in wearing that," Schuldig got up from the bed and rummaged in the wardrobe. Makoto could hear the hangers flick past on the bar and it was sort of nice to see Schuldig's back. She blinked furiously to make her senses wake up and watched the German Bishounen fish out a clean white shirt and offered it to her. Makoto's hands reached for the shirt but Schuldig backed away. What was this supposed to mean? "Tell me you enjoyed last night and I'll lend you this shirt."
"What?" Makoto gasped slightly at the little threat.
"You heard me, Makoto," Schuldig winked. "Come on, tell your baby Schu that you had fun THEN he'll give you a shirt for today." The Japanese girl opened her mouth to argue but then shut it completely when she thought about this for longer minutes. She looked stupid posing shirtless with only a pair of trousers on. How long could she stand here like this? A small smile parted through her lips as she stared at Schuldig, who was indeed delighted that she had responded with this confession. He passed the shirt to Makoto, who immediately snatched it off his hands to quickly button it on. OK so it was too large but it was temporary until she went back home.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Schuldig stated, nuzzling her neck while she combed her hair by observing her reflection. Her hand stopped brushing halfway through her hair, which meant that she had something in mind. /What is it?/ Schuldig asked.
"Schuldig, even though you did something to my head last night…you sort of opened me up," Makoto confessed strangely. "I tapped into my true inner strength and used it to…" She grimaced unusually and became awfully silent at the same time. Flashbacks of fighting Aki appeared out of nowhere. Dammit why did she have to think through all that again? How could she forget she was a murderer now? This wasn't a good turn of her career, was it?
"Makoto, murdering someone for the first time does take a while to settle into your system." Schuldig clarified nonchalantly while changing into his usual clothes that he wore everyday. "Believe me, Nagi has to cope with this sort of stuff at times and he's the youngest. You're not the only one who suffers." He brought his hand to Makoto's face, admiring the smoothness her skin's texture truly had on the outside. He could sense her trusting him. It was in her eyes. She wasn't looking pissed off with him any longer. It seemed to be gone now. Instead those pools of jade had become filled in sadness, solitude and a need for companionship. On the one hand, Schuldig loved to see her fight as well. If only she would agree to stay with him.
"I think you and Schwarz are the only guys who understand then, right?" Makoto guessed quietly.
The fiery haired man dragged her closer, "Ja, Fraulein. You are correct." He took her arm and escorted her out of the bedroom into the living room. The first face he saw was Crawford, who had that curious façade written all over him.
/I'm not surprised with what you did/ Oracle said and put his newspaper down.
/Yeah well, it was gonna happen, right?/ Mastermind replied /I bet you saw a vision of us going at it/ He winked to him behind Makoto's head then followed her into the kitchen to see Nagi cleaning his dish after having his breakfast.
"Ohayo, Schuldig. Makoto-san," Nagi's startled head turned around from the sink, politeness washed onto his face and he bowed respectfully. Makoto greeted the boy back in Japanese. He was the only one who truly had the Japanese culture and she had to admit she hadn't spoken to a real Japanese person in a while. Everyone else around her was from another country.
/Hey Nagi. Pretty flower, isn't she?/ Schuldig winked. Prodigy stilled and blushed shyly before returning to his duty in washing by the sink. Oh man Makoto thought, embarrassed. She had a feeling she knew what Nagi thought about her and it was understandable. The poor boy wasn't quite used to his hormones, was he? At times she wished she were telepathic too so she would be able to pick up what Schuldig was saying behind her back.
"Schuldig, don't forget your job," Crawford called from the dining table.
"Ja, ja got it, Oracle," Schuldig said confidently and chewed into his toast.
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Makoto waited outside the café, which now had a FOR SALE sign sitting by the window. After leaving Schwarz's apartment to visit her friends, she assumed Schuldig had gone to do some super mind trick to the police in the local station, giving them another story to push them away from the murder of Mr Honda and his daughter. More victims to the Mastermind were what the police were. She was one of them though she couldn't do anything about it. And the truth was, she had grown used to it. Schuldig wanted to take care of her and not make her feel lonely. Especially because she had been involved in this murder case.
Makoto expected that talking to Jun, Mei and Yuka about what happened last night would be as hard as learning equations off by heart. They were lucky to have been deep asleep in their rooms and didn't hear any glass smashing and screaming last night across the street. At the moment they considered themselves to be unemployed now that they heard the news of Aki and her father's murder. Obviously the former Sailor Senshi wasn't able to tell her that she was involved in any of this. She'd lose their trust and friendship without a doubt, wouldn't she? Somehow a journalist outside the café caught their attention and offered them free vacancies at a hotel company looking for new recruits. It was the company's way of showing their sympathy for the suffering they had gone through because of Aki.
They had to be honest. They were glad she was out of their lives. And so was Makoto. The three waitresses had to move to the main centre of Tokyo for their new job and it meant they would never see Makoto again. It sounded better for them to be moving away. They wouldn't know she was an aggressive person at all and this kind of barrier ought to stay up for as long as it took. Makoto would feel at ease to know they were in a safe place, away from someone like her.
Makoto moved over to the main road when she recognised Schuldig's red car pull over to the side and the driver window came down automatically.
"So how did it go?" Makoto queried.
"They've gone on another case. The murder of Mr Honda and his daughter has been left unsolved permanently," Schuldig replied. "How do you feel?"
"Better. Thanks," She answered, smiling a little. The passenger door opened and she acceptably stepped into the car. Her hand was instantly clasped within Schuldig's palm and he moved in to kiss her quickly on the cheek before straightening back into his seat. Makoto felt all the warmth fall into her when she sat close to him and she couldn't stop looking at how sexy he appeared, particularly with the gorgeous grin he loved to show off.
"Where are you off to now?" Schuldig asked. Makoto's face hardened unsurprisingly from the logical question. Yes what was she to do now? Schuldig may have done her a favour by making the police move onto another case and forget about Aki being murdered but it still left a gap in Makoto's life. What was she to do now? She was a supposed fugitive.
"Hey, why don't you come work with Schwarz, Makoto?" He recommended. "Crawford agrees with me that you would make a great asset to us. Your fighting skill and electrical ability may come in useful." The German tilted her chin to his direction. His voice became softer. "And you don't have to be alone anymore, Fraulein. You have me, ja?"
Makoto forced her silly fantasies (that were related to them having fun last night) out of her head. This wasn't the main reason to join, was it? No. Schuldig had shown her that she was a stronger fighter than ever before in her earlier days as a Sailor Senshi. To be honest she guessed she had become more powerful in her mind and body altogether. And the desire to fight for justice always remained in her heart.
"The pay will be better, right?" Makoto asked humorously.
The German laughed hysterically and threw his head back against the support of his seat. That was an answer he wouldn't expect from her. "Yeah of course, Makoto. It'll be better than Aki's job. Who knows? Crawford may pay you more than me." He giggled and Makoto smiled warmly to him. God, Schuldig loved her smile. She looked attractive when she was either angry or happy. Whatever emotion she had each time, her beauty never left her in his opinion.
"OK, I'll join," Makoto accepted the offer. "And one more thing…" She propped closer to the orange haired man, tilting her head to rest it on his right shoulder. "Thanks." That was all she could say. There were many reasons for thanking him but she was sure Schuldig would work them out without any problems. He could just find out from her mind in less than a second. However the main reason was for helping her understand who she was deep inside, discovering her inner strength and for letting her know that she could talk to someone who had already killed people in the past. The last statement may sound awkward to others though it was the best thing Makoto had. She could talk to someone who cared about her and who would help her get through the blues of murdering someone for the first time.
Schuldig caressed her hair briefly then let her sit up to start the car again. "Let's go back to our quarters then. See what Crawford has to say."
"I'm with you," Makoto agreed. The car sped off down the street. Makoto was going to start another life. One which was guaranteed to be better. A life which involved working in Schwarz and where she would be using her skills – martial arts and lightning. Makoto was like lightning among Schwarz. Or as Schuldig put it in his own language, she was Schwarz Blitz. In other words - black lightning!
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Wow this took a lot of editing and re-thinking. You wouldn't believe how long it took me to do this. Well that's it for now. I'm too tired to write anymore ^_^;; I need rest!!!! Comments would be appreciated.