Hey there Minna ! How are you liking the fic so far ? ^,^ This is the first
time I've written my random ramblings in this series . [ the first three
chapters being so … quiet . Well , I hope you find time to review , coz' if
I don't get a lot of those , I might get discouraged and decide to clip it
in the bud . After all , this is the first … yes the FIRST yaoi fic I've
ever decided to post and the FIRST weiß Kruez Yaoi I've ever made . So BE
NICE !!! ^----^ . Anyway , on with the show . Oh , and thanx to EVERYONE
who has reviewed so far . No flames yet .
Wahoo!
[ Oh , and by the way , there's a bit of Farfarello-ism in here so don't be TOO creeped out and stop reading k' ? ]
DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 11:23 p.m.
Crawford watched as Nagi lifted the Weiß slowly onto the bed . Apparently , the latter was unconscious once more and the former was taking all care not to aggravate his wounds . The white bedspread was slowly stained with blood … Crawford sighed . Maybe he should have let Nagi bandage his wounds immediately … but , he wanted to observe the Weiß unconscious . If he would live through the injuries he had gotten . Unsurprisingly , he had survived despite the great loss of blood . Kritiker chose their operatives well . Strong , with an overpowering drive to survive . Or maybe it was just this one . Anyway , he admired him for living throughout it all .
He picked up his glasses from the table , just as the telekinetic started to remove the Weiß's bloodstained shirt , and left , casting a brief glance at Schuldich who was glaring murderously into the room .
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DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 11:35 p.m.
He had always wondered why people got hurt . They said that God wanted man to be happy , but he allowed pain , hunger , evil … is God really there at all ? Or was He just some excuse for people to fear bad ?
God allowed people to hurt … so I want God to be hurt .
Farfarello ran the edge of his knife across his skin , smiling in satisfaction when it drew blood .
" Damn it ! You're getting blood all over the couch again ! Will you stop that ?!" Schuldich ran into the room , carrying a rag , which he immediately threw to the Irishman's face . " Crawford is going to bust my ass for this ! You hear me ? Not you ! *Me* ! Now get the fuck off the couch !"
Farfarello watched in silent fascination as the redhead mopped the blood off the surface with a spare rag , dumping the contents of his cold bottled water as he swiped angrily at the stain . The white cloth soon turned crimson . " Damn … I'm gonna make sure he takes it off *your* goddamned salary …"
Farfarello could tell that his teammate was really angry , but not for the reasons he was showing . They didn't know it , but sometimes , Farfarello could be more perceptive than the rest of them put together … because he *observed* carefully .
" God doesn't like blood … it hurts Him …"
" No ! God likes blood ! He enjoys you cutting yourself up like fucking sushi , now don't do it ! It_does_not_hurt_God !" The empathy's eyes flashed dangerously as he yanked the bloodstained knife from Farfarello's unwilling hands . " Now , go bother Crawford ! *That* hurts God !"
Farfarello padded away , glancing once in a while at his enraged companion whacking the couch .
" But God hates Crawford … He's going to like it ..."
" Shut the fuck up and go away ."
Farfarello left the room clutching his precious knife and looking for Crawford .
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DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 12:01 a.m.
Nagi watched silently as he slept . He was really handsome … beautiful in a way … Nagi loved the way he smiles , the way he talks … the way he would laugh whenever his friends teased him … oh yes , he knew everything about him . Often , he would leave their building , saying he would go for a walk , but he would go to the field where he would teach children and watch him playing under the sun . He was glorious … and here he was , sleeping on Nagi's lap . He could barely keep himself from touching the older boy's face … he was so beautiful …
" Nagi . What the hell are you still doing here ?"
Nagi almost cringed to hear Schuldich voice . Certainly that man unnerved him at times . He paused and made sure his mental barriers were up , ensuring his privacy from the redhead's prying thoughts.
" I fixed him up ." Nagi's voice was crisp as he stared straightforwardly at Schuldich .
" Well , you're through aren't you ? Now why don't you leave . I'll take care of him from here ." The redhead's voice was equally cool as he stood in the doorway , with his right arm on the frame , exhibiting a cavalier expression . Dressed all in black , one would think appropriately that the German was the embodiment of the Devil himself , but Nagi knew better . Schuldich was – Schuldich . The same sonuvabitch he always was .
" No thanks . I'm not yet tired . I'm going to stay here ."
" I said *go* !" Light-colored eyes narrowed into angry slits .
" I'm going to stay here ." The telekinetic said firmly , staring up at the taller man without fear in his voice, nor on his face .
" Damn you kid ."
" You too , Schuldich ."
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DATE : May 05 DAY : Saturday TIME : 5:30 p.m.
Crawford glanced at his watch . He was late – the damned contact was late !
Observing his surroundings carefully , as was his custom , he made sure there were no possible spies around .
The park was filled with children of all ages , playing and laughing without a care in the world .
He remembered his brother in America and smiled wistfully . Well , the past was the past . It was time to look at the present .
There was no one around that attracted his suspicion …
With an impatient growl , Crawford sat down on the bench to wait . He should have foreseen this ! He *hated* waiting ! Damn – he turned .
A soccer ball had rolled down the grass near the bench , and a young boy , about 7 or 8 years old toddled towards him . He was fairly small , wearing a loose white shirt and short shorts . " Mister , mister … may I have my ball ?" the small boy asked shyly up at him when he picked the ball up .
Silently , Crawford handed him his ball .
" Thank you sir !" The kid gave him a bright grin , revealing a missing tooth right in front . " And Mr. Crawford – Please give my regards to Masafumi for me will ya ?"
A dumbstruck Crawford stared after the little boy as he tottered away , carrying his precious ball . How the hell had he known Takatori ? Then it struck him – The goddamned kid was the contact ! Damn ! But he didn't see any packages , nor was there anyone with the kid who could've dropped anything to Crawford … He stood up to get his briefcase when he noticed a small , neatly-wrapped package lying beside his case . Crawford shook his head as he picked up the parcel from its snug position on the ground and slipped it into his attaché case and left without a backward glance . Behind him , the sun was spreading brilliant red rays as it sank down the horizon .
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DATE : May 05 DAY : Saturday TIME : 6:00 p.m.
Ken was having a dream … somebody was trying to kill him … and he couldn't do anything about it . He watched as the shadow put his hands around his neck … strangling him , tighter – tighter . He couldn't breathe anymore … the whole room was spinning … he opened his eyes .
" Ken ! Ken !" It was the youngest of the §chwarz shaking him awake . " Are you all right ? You were having a dream and you didn't want to wake up ." The telekinetic's young face was shrouded with concern.
He felt perspiration roll down his temple . " I'm … fine . It was just a dream …" He heaved a deep breath and sat up . That was when he noticed that he wasn't wearing anything but boxers . His face blazed a deep red . " Uh ……" And he couldn't believe the kid was talking to him as if they'd been friends with each other for months … and he answered ! And he was in his goddamned boxers sleeping in someone's bed in the §chwarz's goddamned headquarters ! Fuck !
He decided then – he was going to hang himself with the bed sheets when they weren't looking .
* Naa ~ you aren't going to hang yourself while you're here .* He heard a voice in his head say .
* Crawford is *not* going to be happy when you do that .*
" Fuck Crawford !" He muttered .
" What ?" Nagi asked him , leaning forward .
Unnerved , Ken pulled up the thick comforter and inched away . " Nothing . I was just … thinking to myself ."
" What about ? You can tell me … I won't … hurt you . No one's going to hurt you anymore ." Nagi whispered softly , training midnight-colored eyes at the brunette .
Ken gave an awkward grin , deciding it better to patronize the young telekinetic , instead of goading him further . " Uh … I .. ah … was wondering what my friends are doing in the shop right now !"
* Liar ! *
Fuck Schuldich ! He needed to get away from these crazy people !
He had no idea what they were planning to do to him , but he was pretty sure it wasn't going to be nice . He observed the room around him . The walls were a dark color ; black or midnight blue . There was no window , no other opening aside from the door , which was closed at that moment . There was a large mirror , occupying half of the wall on one side . He was certain that it was some sort of window for them to observe him . Well , he didn't care , as long as he could break it to use for his escape , then he didn't mind the stupid mirror . Now first he has got to think of a way to make it out of the §chwarz building without getting killed by one of the psychos infesting the
building . Certainly , they would come crawling all over him by the time he was out the door , and he dreaded to think what the Irishman would do to him if he wound up in his hands …
" … worry about you . You'll be fine here . I promise , you're going to like it here . I used to hate them too , until I got used to them … once you get to know them , they're really pretty good guys ." Nagi was saying .
Ken cringed . The kid was talking to him as if he was planning to stay in the God-forsaken place . He tried to keep himself from shuddering .
He needed to get himself a weapon . A knife … or perhaps a gun . Damn ! He needed his Bugnuks . Where the hell was he going to get a gun ? He'd be lucky to get hold of a spoon ! Fine then ! He'll think of something else … but he sure as hell won't be able to get away if the kid is planning to stay in his room forever .
He wondered when Nagi would leave .
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Wahoo!
[ Oh , and by the way , there's a bit of Farfarello-ism in here so don't be TOO creeped out and stop reading k' ? ]
DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 11:23 p.m.
Crawford watched as Nagi lifted the Weiß slowly onto the bed . Apparently , the latter was unconscious once more and the former was taking all care not to aggravate his wounds . The white bedspread was slowly stained with blood … Crawford sighed . Maybe he should have let Nagi bandage his wounds immediately … but , he wanted to observe the Weiß unconscious . If he would live through the injuries he had gotten . Unsurprisingly , he had survived despite the great loss of blood . Kritiker chose their operatives well . Strong , with an overpowering drive to survive . Or maybe it was just this one . Anyway , he admired him for living throughout it all .
He picked up his glasses from the table , just as the telekinetic started to remove the Weiß's bloodstained shirt , and left , casting a brief glance at Schuldich who was glaring murderously into the room .
† † †
DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 11:35 p.m.
He had always wondered why people got hurt . They said that God wanted man to be happy , but he allowed pain , hunger , evil … is God really there at all ? Or was He just some excuse for people to fear bad ?
God allowed people to hurt … so I want God to be hurt .
Farfarello ran the edge of his knife across his skin , smiling in satisfaction when it drew blood .
" Damn it ! You're getting blood all over the couch again ! Will you stop that ?!" Schuldich ran into the room , carrying a rag , which he immediately threw to the Irishman's face . " Crawford is going to bust my ass for this ! You hear me ? Not you ! *Me* ! Now get the fuck off the couch !"
Farfarello watched in silent fascination as the redhead mopped the blood off the surface with a spare rag , dumping the contents of his cold bottled water as he swiped angrily at the stain . The white cloth soon turned crimson . " Damn … I'm gonna make sure he takes it off *your* goddamned salary …"
Farfarello could tell that his teammate was really angry , but not for the reasons he was showing . They didn't know it , but sometimes , Farfarello could be more perceptive than the rest of them put together … because he *observed* carefully .
" God doesn't like blood … it hurts Him …"
" No ! God likes blood ! He enjoys you cutting yourself up like fucking sushi , now don't do it ! It_does_not_hurt_God !" The empathy's eyes flashed dangerously as he yanked the bloodstained knife from Farfarello's unwilling hands . " Now , go bother Crawford ! *That* hurts God !"
Farfarello padded away , glancing once in a while at his enraged companion whacking the couch .
" But God hates Crawford … He's going to like it ..."
" Shut the fuck up and go away ."
Farfarello left the room clutching his precious knife and looking for Crawford .
† † †
DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 12:01 a.m.
Nagi watched silently as he slept . He was really handsome … beautiful in a way … Nagi loved the way he smiles , the way he talks … the way he would laugh whenever his friends teased him … oh yes , he knew everything about him . Often , he would leave their building , saying he would go for a walk , but he would go to the field where he would teach children and watch him playing under the sun . He was glorious … and here he was , sleeping on Nagi's lap . He could barely keep himself from touching the older boy's face … he was so beautiful …
" Nagi . What the hell are you still doing here ?"
Nagi almost cringed to hear Schuldich voice . Certainly that man unnerved him at times . He paused and made sure his mental barriers were up , ensuring his privacy from the redhead's prying thoughts.
" I fixed him up ." Nagi's voice was crisp as he stared straightforwardly at Schuldich .
" Well , you're through aren't you ? Now why don't you leave . I'll take care of him from here ." The redhead's voice was equally cool as he stood in the doorway , with his right arm on the frame , exhibiting a cavalier expression . Dressed all in black , one would think appropriately that the German was the embodiment of the Devil himself , but Nagi knew better . Schuldich was – Schuldich . The same sonuvabitch he always was .
" No thanks . I'm not yet tired . I'm going to stay here ."
" I said *go* !" Light-colored eyes narrowed into angry slits .
" I'm going to stay here ." The telekinetic said firmly , staring up at the taller man without fear in his voice, nor on his face .
" Damn you kid ."
" You too , Schuldich ."
† † †
DATE : May 05 DAY : Saturday TIME : 5:30 p.m.
Crawford glanced at his watch . He was late – the damned contact was late !
Observing his surroundings carefully , as was his custom , he made sure there were no possible spies around .
The park was filled with children of all ages , playing and laughing without a care in the world .
He remembered his brother in America and smiled wistfully . Well , the past was the past . It was time to look at the present .
There was no one around that attracted his suspicion …
With an impatient growl , Crawford sat down on the bench to wait . He should have foreseen this ! He *hated* waiting ! Damn – he turned .
A soccer ball had rolled down the grass near the bench , and a young boy , about 7 or 8 years old toddled towards him . He was fairly small , wearing a loose white shirt and short shorts . " Mister , mister … may I have my ball ?" the small boy asked shyly up at him when he picked the ball up .
Silently , Crawford handed him his ball .
" Thank you sir !" The kid gave him a bright grin , revealing a missing tooth right in front . " And Mr. Crawford – Please give my regards to Masafumi for me will ya ?"
A dumbstruck Crawford stared after the little boy as he tottered away , carrying his precious ball . How the hell had he known Takatori ? Then it struck him – The goddamned kid was the contact ! Damn ! But he didn't see any packages , nor was there anyone with the kid who could've dropped anything to Crawford … He stood up to get his briefcase when he noticed a small , neatly-wrapped package lying beside his case . Crawford shook his head as he picked up the parcel from its snug position on the ground and slipped it into his attaché case and left without a backward glance . Behind him , the sun was spreading brilliant red rays as it sank down the horizon .
† † †
DATE : May 05 DAY : Saturday TIME : 6:00 p.m.
Ken was having a dream … somebody was trying to kill him … and he couldn't do anything about it . He watched as the shadow put his hands around his neck … strangling him , tighter – tighter . He couldn't breathe anymore … the whole room was spinning … he opened his eyes .
" Ken ! Ken !" It was the youngest of the §chwarz shaking him awake . " Are you all right ? You were having a dream and you didn't want to wake up ." The telekinetic's young face was shrouded with concern.
He felt perspiration roll down his temple . " I'm … fine . It was just a dream …" He heaved a deep breath and sat up . That was when he noticed that he wasn't wearing anything but boxers . His face blazed a deep red . " Uh ……" And he couldn't believe the kid was talking to him as if they'd been friends with each other for months … and he answered ! And he was in his goddamned boxers sleeping in someone's bed in the §chwarz's goddamned headquarters ! Fuck !
He decided then – he was going to hang himself with the bed sheets when they weren't looking .
* Naa ~ you aren't going to hang yourself while you're here .* He heard a voice in his head say .
* Crawford is *not* going to be happy when you do that .*
" Fuck Crawford !" He muttered .
" What ?" Nagi asked him , leaning forward .
Unnerved , Ken pulled up the thick comforter and inched away . " Nothing . I was just … thinking to myself ."
" What about ? You can tell me … I won't … hurt you . No one's going to hurt you anymore ." Nagi whispered softly , training midnight-colored eyes at the brunette .
Ken gave an awkward grin , deciding it better to patronize the young telekinetic , instead of goading him further . " Uh … I .. ah … was wondering what my friends are doing in the shop right now !"
* Liar ! *
Fuck Schuldich ! He needed to get away from these crazy people !
He had no idea what they were planning to do to him , but he was pretty sure it wasn't going to be nice . He observed the room around him . The walls were a dark color ; black or midnight blue . There was no window , no other opening aside from the door , which was closed at that moment . There was a large mirror , occupying half of the wall on one side . He was certain that it was some sort of window for them to observe him . Well , he didn't care , as long as he could break it to use for his escape , then he didn't mind the stupid mirror . Now first he has got to think of a way to make it out of the §chwarz building without getting killed by one of the psychos infesting the
building . Certainly , they would come crawling all over him by the time he was out the door , and he dreaded to think what the Irishman would do to him if he wound up in his hands …
" … worry about you . You'll be fine here . I promise , you're going to like it here . I used to hate them too , until I got used to them … once you get to know them , they're really pretty good guys ." Nagi was saying .
Ken cringed . The kid was talking to him as if he was planning to stay in the God-forsaken place . He tried to keep himself from shuddering .
He needed to get himself a weapon . A knife … or perhaps a gun . Damn ! He needed his Bugnuks . Where the hell was he going to get a gun ? He'd be lucky to get hold of a spoon ! Fine then ! He'll think of something else … but he sure as hell won't be able to get away if the kid is planning to stay in his room forever .
He wondered when Nagi would leave .
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