by Yanagi-sen
Weiss Kreuz fanfic
Usual disclaimers apply. Not mine, if they were I would be a lot better off…
Warnings: who knows, I have no idea where this will go or even what I'm going, but it's safe to say there will be shounen ai, probably yaoi, possible lemons, dirty language, maybe violence. I CAN promise no character death, that's it
Okay, today I'm supposed to write about my family. My dictionary says, Family: 1: set of parents and children, or of relations. 2: descendants of a common ancestor. 3: brotherhood of persons or nations united by political or religious ties. 4: group of objects distinguished by common features. 5: biol. Group of related genera of organisms. Somehow I think the last one most closely describes my situation. -_-; I wrote yesterday about my parents, such as they were. Suffice to say, I don't think much of them. So then there are the people I live with. I guess we are a family, of sorts. That would make, Brad the father, Schu… I want to say mother but in the interest of self-preservation I'll say older brother, and Farf… the family pet?
Alright, first there is Bradley Crawford. I wrote before that he is gaijin, actually, they all are. Brad is American. He's tall to me, but then again everyone is, with black hair and brown eyes. He wears glasses. I don't know how much he needs them. Oh, and he also likes to wear suits. I have no idea why. I think they're horribly uncomfortable, but he wouldn't be Brad without them. Once in a while, he'll go casual in dress pants and a shirt and his leather jacket. But those times are rare. He is a precognitive psychic, that means he sees the future. Esset called him Oracle, for obvious reasons. (They called me Prodigy, not really sure why, but Schu's the only one who ever uses it.) He's stiff and cold, and can be a real bastard at times… hope he doesn't see this. I swear he's got a stick shoved up his ass. He's also domineering and demanding. He is our leader. And I trust him.
I don't trust many people, but I trust Brad with my life and other things. He can get mean on occasion, if he's stressed, but usually I only get a lecture. Not that he hasn't hit me before. But that's rare, and I usually have to have done something really bad before he'll do that to me. I think he's afraid he'll hurt me. He knows I wouldn't use my powers against him. I just couldn't. He's like a father to me. A real father. Not like the one I was born to. Not that we really do father/son type things. But I know I can go to him. He'll listen. He'll give advice. But he never just answers my questions. No, he infuriates me by asking me questions in return. But by doing that, he makes me think my way through the problem on my own. It's annoying, but I suppose I appreciate it. So he's the 'father' of my family, not a warm, fuzzy dad, but I know he cares. He never says he loves me, but I know he does.
Then there is Schuldich. That's not his real name, but I don't know what is. He's German. Schu has red hair and greenish-blue eyes. His hair is really long, and he usually holds it back with a scarf. He's more like a kid than Brad is. Schu likes jeans and shirts, and I love his leather trench coat. He promises to let me borrow it, if I ever get tall enough. I said yesterday that he is a telepath. (His codename was Mastermind, *snicker*, he hated it. I try to remind him of it once in a while.) Talk about annoying. He's either trying to read what's going on in your head, or sending things to you. Can really be distracting. I already said he was annoying. He's also sneaky, and manipulative, and cruel on occasion. But not with me. At least, the cruel part. He's always sneaky and manipulative. He also gets these really nasty headaches, side effect of his power. (I get migraines… talk about Hell.) He spent some time on the streets too, but he was older than I was and won't talk about it. But I know he did some drugs and stuff. He used to go off once in a while, on these benders and Brad would have to go get him and bring him back. He was always a mess.
I trust Schu too. He's kinda this delinquent, rabble-rousing, older brother. He's the one that sat me down when I was 12 and explained puberty and sex. He got me absolutely shit-faced drunk one night, just so I would never ever ever do it again! He always knows when I'm depressed and need a shoulder to cry on. He badgers me to eat, when I don't want to. (That's an issue for another day, my eating habits… -_-; ) He's the one who takes care of me when I'm sick, makes me soup and feeds me medicine. I'm probably most comfortable with him. I'm always on guard with Brad, not wanting to fail him. And Farf… well, I'll get to him. Schu is the one who made me pick a birthday. He never forgets. He also celebrates the day Brad dropped me in his lap in Berlin. It's our very own special day. We always do something, just the two of us. I like Schu. Even as annoying as he is, I love him.
Finally there is Farfarello. His real name is Jei. Or something like that. He's Irish, and his accent can be thick at times. He's also psychotic. As in, certifiable. Now Schu-schu, can act crazy on occasion, but Farf really is! Between him and Schu, sometimes I feel like I'm the most mature of the group. Brad even said so one time. It was really funny. But anyways, back to Farfie. He's got this bleached out hair, and one (yup, one!) eye that's this amber color. He reminds me of an alley cat. He wears a patch over the other eye. I've only seen him without it once. There is this scar that goes across his face and eye. The eye itself is really badly damaged. It's still there but… eww! Anyway, he's got really pale skin, and scars all over the place. He doesn't feel pain. Not at all. So he doesn't care if he gets cut, in fact he can be quit self-mutilating at times. He likes the sight of blood. His, someone else's, Farf doesn't care. So he cuts himself. And reopens the wounds so they usually end up scarring. Unless I can get to them. For some reason, he leaves them alone if I treat and wrap them. I'm not sure why.
Farf was in an asylum when Brad found him. He'd killed his parents, but he says it was 'God's' fault. He blames a lot of stuff on 'God'. It's his personal mission in life, hating 'God'. I'm not sure what I think about that. I mean, I'm not Christian so it really doesn't bother me all that much. I suppose you could say I'm Shinto. I mean, I believe in the kami and spirits and all that. Something for another day perhaps. Back to Farfie. He has times when he's really dangerous. Not just to himself but to us too. Those are the only times I'm afraid of him. Cause he doesn't care WHO you are at that point, probably why Esset called him 'Berserker'. That's when we have to lock him up so he can't kill one of us while we sleep, most likely me. Brad would know it was going to happen and Schu would sense him when he came in. Me? I would probably wind up dead. Farf did attack me one time. It was just the two of us at home; he'd been fine earlier. Schu and Brad went out, I forget why. I was in the computer room, doing work for Brad. I heard the door, but didn't think anything of it. Till Farf grabbed me. He threw me to the floor and pinned me. He had one of his knives, he has a LOT of them, and he was laughing. I could tell he just wasn't there. I was only like 12 and I didn't want to hurt him, him being a teammate and all. Luckily, right then Brad and Schu got back. Schu just shut off Farf's mind and Brad trussed him back up and took him to his cell. He has a bedroom, but when he's acting crazy we have a padded cell for him. They've been more careful about leaving us alone since then. I think it really scared Brad. I know it scared me. Schu let me sleep in his room that night. I was positive Farf was going to kill me while I slept.
Schu's good about stuff like that. He lets me come in and stay with him sometimes. A few times he's come into my room to wake me up, cause my nightmares were bleeding into his dreams. Brad on the other had doesn't get up for anybody! He's cranky if you wake him up. Schu's more understanding, mainly cause I think he has a lot of the same dreams. And Farf… I quit simply don't want to know what he dreams about. Brad gathered us as his team… but somehow we've become something of a family. The only one I've ever really had. -Nagi