Misunderstood
I've changed this a little, since I've decided to keep this as part of a new story arc I'm writing. This sequence of ficlets and vignettes is called the 'Other Side of Schwarz'. It is setting the scene. Anything that doesn't make sense now, will when the actual story is posted on the net. For now, I hope you'll enjoy these little pieces, and review, review, review! It makes me write faster!
I've been told that this is too 'romanticised' for Schuldih. I sort of see some things that weren't IC, even for the story I have in mind, so I revised it. But please remember, this story was created as an answer to all those stories that have Schuldich as a druggie/whore/drunkard/idiot. So I'm trying to get away from those stories. But thank you 'blah' since your criticism was taken constructively, and I was able to get a better handle on how Schuldich's story is going to run.
~oOo~
The German smirked as he watched the man in front of him. You've been labouring under a misapprehension, you know. Everyone looks at me, I know what they're thinking. 'That gaijin,' they say, 'he drinks, he smokes, he does drugs, he's stupid, he's a slut, a merciless killer...' I've heard it all. But... It's all bullshit.
All the drugs and shit, I can't do that. If I drink, or do drugs, that shit breaks down my control, and if I have no control, I have no shields, if I have no shields, I can't keep the thoughts out. What's the point?
As for smoking, well, if I did, I'd never move as fast as I do. So there's another little theory out the window. I just love smashing petty-minded opinions to dust. And for being a slut... see the comments on drinking. A whimper.
Ah, sex. Well, that wasn't much good. With sex, my mind is... merged with theirs, and I not only can't keep them out, I can't keep me in. So I have the added problem of a security risk. I haven't had sex in years. The risks were just too high.
And stupid? I don't know, am I? I read more than Crawford does. I've read all the old myths and legends, like Sigmund and the ring-quest. I don't like heavy metal all that much, I prefer to listen to something classical. I get books, magazines and newspapers in German, and I'll read those. If Nagi needs help (rarely) with his homework, he usually asks me, and he wouldn't do that if I was as stupid as people think.
I can't read Japanese that well, but really, who said I was a street-kid anyway? An insincere smile. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but, was quite simply, a geek. Straight 'a's, then, Esset. Frowns. Anyway, where was I?
So, you can see how much I am underestimated, and misunderstood. But, never mind. People think I'm stupid, and that means that they don't expect me to do something clever. But, someday... I'd like someone who will see me for who I really am, and accept... He looks down Oh well, I've rambled enough for one day!
Oh, I almost forgot. A merciless killer. Well, I guess even they have to be right sometimes.
~oOo~
There's still not a lot explained, but I want some things left for the other story to work with.
Kend
I've changed this a little, since I've decided to keep this as part of a new story arc I'm writing. This sequence of ficlets and vignettes is called the 'Other Side of Schwarz'. It is setting the scene. Anything that doesn't make sense now, will when the actual story is posted on the net. For now, I hope you'll enjoy these little pieces, and review, review, review! It makes me write faster!
I've been told that this is too 'romanticised' for Schuldih. I sort of see some things that weren't IC, even for the story I have in mind, so I revised it. But please remember, this story was created as an answer to all those stories that have Schuldich as a druggie/whore/drunkard/idiot. So I'm trying to get away from those stories. But thank you 'blah' since your criticism was taken constructively, and I was able to get a better handle on how Schuldich's story is going to run.
~oOo~
The German smirked as he watched the man in front of him. You've been labouring under a misapprehension, you know. Everyone looks at me, I know what they're thinking. 'That gaijin,' they say, 'he drinks, he smokes, he does drugs, he's stupid, he's a slut, a merciless killer...' I've heard it all. But... It's all bullshit.
All the drugs and shit, I can't do that. If I drink, or do drugs, that shit breaks down my control, and if I have no control, I have no shields, if I have no shields, I can't keep the thoughts out. What's the point?
As for smoking, well, if I did, I'd never move as fast as I do. So there's another little theory out the window. I just love smashing petty-minded opinions to dust. And for being a slut... see the comments on drinking. A whimper.
Ah, sex. Well, that wasn't much good. With sex, my mind is... merged with theirs, and I not only can't keep them out, I can't keep me in. So I have the added problem of a security risk. I haven't had sex in years. The risks were just too high.
And stupid? I don't know, am I? I read more than Crawford does. I've read all the old myths and legends, like Sigmund and the ring-quest. I don't like heavy metal all that much, I prefer to listen to something classical. I get books, magazines and newspapers in German, and I'll read those. If Nagi needs help (rarely) with his homework, he usually asks me, and he wouldn't do that if I was as stupid as people think.
I can't read Japanese that well, but really, who said I was a street-kid anyway? An insincere smile. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but, was quite simply, a geek. Straight 'a's, then, Esset. Frowns. Anyway, where was I?
So, you can see how much I am underestimated, and misunderstood. But, never mind. People think I'm stupid, and that means that they don't expect me to do something clever. But, someday... I'd like someone who will see me for who I really am, and accept... He looks down Oh well, I've rambled enough for one day!
Oh, I almost forgot. A merciless killer. Well, I guess even they have to be right sometimes.
~oOo~
There's still not a lot explained, but I want some things left for the other story to work with.
Kend