Title: Relfections of the Present

Author: lilnekochan

email: lilnekochanhotmail.com

Warnings: OOC, shounen ai

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not in any way belong to me. So if you decide to sue me all I am

going to do is laugh at you since all I have is five dollars and a blubblegum wrapper.

Author's Notes: This is going to be the second chapter of a three part series. I don't really

want to do a story on what happens to Schuldich in Rosenkreuz, at least not at the present

time. I want to finish Essence of Innocence first before starting a new series. I'm also

sorry that it took me this long to do the second part. Lately, I had a really bad case of

writers block. Either way, I'm sorry to all Nagi fans since he's not in this chapter, but not

to worry since he'll be in the next chapter. Also Farfarello sounds really sane (to me he

actually sounds more same then in the last chapter) so just pretend that Farfarello goes truely

insane once Schuldich leaves since he has no one to talk to. sniff...poor Farfie. Schuldich is

also a lot more sarcastic in this story then from the previous story, but Schudlich is also

older. I'm sorry that there isn't a lot more shounen ai but I was just setting up how Schwarz

got together. The next story will be about how Nagi and Farfarello joins. Also thanks Romilly

for telling me about my translation mistakes. Also I left Schuldich/Schuldig name as Schuldich

since when I first started to write I used Schuldich and it wasn't until later that I learned

that I spelled it wrong. Since I didn't really want (or more precise I was too lazy ..teehee)

to change his name in all my fics I used stuck with Schuldich. So for the people who hate

having the telepath's name as Schuldich I would have to give my apologizes.

Reflections of the Present

6 years later...

The sun shone brightly upon the lush green field, and lit up the vibrant flowers that

blossomed under its radiance. Little drops of dew clung to each blossom as if decorating

the aesthetic image it produced. Doves flew across the baby blue sky, the wind caressing

their bodies. They flew freely as they darted through the clouds and above the trees as if

taunting the land-ridden creatures below them.

And through the sunlit picture a snowy white building towered over the field. Its

walls stood tall, sprouting across the land to keep unwanted visitors away. The building

was painted a dull gray color, clearly not made for decorations. Windows littered across

the walls, and in one particular window a red haired boy stared longingly out the

colorless window. The boy's cat-like emerald eyes were usually an unusual bright green,

but at the present were dull and full of boredom. Wild red hair, almost an orange color

fell lazily across the boy's forehead. The boy had his face turned towards the window

where his desk as situated at, and bright green eyes stared out yearningly at the hovering

birds.

"...and the integral of In (2x9) is..."

The chirping of birds was calling to him as they flew freely and undauntedly across

the sky. The shimmering sun seemed to smile to the redhead as if calling to him to come

out of the stuffy, insipid room and into the sunlight. It was alluring, it was beautiful, it

was!K

"SCHULDICH!"

...out of his reach. Schuldich looked down at the ruler that sat angrily on top of his

desk. Following the length of the ruler to the hand that gripped it tightly, Schuldich

looked up at the furious face of his teacher.

"This is the third time this week that you have ignored my lessons, Schuldich! Pay

attention!" With one last reproaching look, Mrs. Akage then stomped to the front of the

class. Mrs. Akage glared at Schuldich again then continued her class.

"Integrals can be used to estimate the area of an equation. The procedure to do this

is to..."

Schuldich sighed then laid his head upon his crossed arms on the desk. Schuldich

looked at the chalkboard uninterested, and ran a pale hand through his unruly fiery hair.

With another soft sigh he glanced out of the window again, yearning for the same

freedom that the birds had. I hate this place. I hate their rules, their classes, and their

stupid idiotic classes. What happen to playing outside and having some goddamed

freedom, Schuldich thought as he starred at the squirrels playing outside.

Schuldich had been at this school for almost six years, ever since a woman came to

his home, grabbed his arm and dumped him at this place. The secretary listed him as a

telepath and enrolled him in classes that probed, examined, explored, and taught him how

to use his powers. They gave him assignments that bored the fiery teenager out of his

mind, told him that he was still a child and should not complain about free time. The

place was a learning institute for the highly gifted, it was an institution with bland

teachers with fake and over idealistic views, it was a place that robbed students of free

time, the institute was Rosenkreuz.

Schuldich sighed and turned his eyes towards the clock. Yes, Schuldich thought,

only ten minutes left of class.

"And substitute four into the equation and subtract..."

Then again, Schuldich thought, ten minutes is too long. Schuldich laid his head on

the table and resisted the urge to roll his eyes when his classmates eagerly raised their

hands into the air. Schuldich looked around the classroom to pass the time. Inside the

small classroom, the walls were stacked with shelves of books, desks and computers

lined the room, and one plant sat on the windowsill. Sitting next to Schuldich was a boy

with shoulder length blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. A plain white uniform donned

the boy, which was the standard uniform for Rosenkreuz students. The boy's eyes stared

intently towards the teacher, pen scribbling across the paper in front of him. The boy's

blue green eyes never once left the board. Schuldich sighed. All his fellow students were

exactly like the blond boy.

Schuldich couldn't help but daydream in his classes. He wanted to go outside, and

taste how freedom was like. Schuldich wasn't exactly a genius, but he still got good

marks without even trying. Unfortunately this did not keep him out of trouble. Abruptly a

bell rang, knocking the German out of his thought. Looking at the clock, Schuldich saw

that class had ended. Quietly but quickly, the telepath hurried into the hallway, praying

that the teacher would not notice him. If she did then she would give him a lecture, but

this time it seemed that lady luck was on his side. Schuldich wandered through the halls,

following the large number of students to their destination. As luck would have it, they

led him to the cafeteria. Most of the students ran forward, ignoring the orange haired boy.

In a matter of minutes the hall was completely bare.

In the middle of the empty hall was a metal door. Bolts adorned the sides of the

entrance to keep unwanted students away. Schuldich was very familiar with the room

through the metal door and knew that it was cell.

Schuldich stopped at the door and sent out his mind to the occupant in the cell. The

room was bare, gray metal walls bedecked the place. And in the middle of the cell sat a

crouching figure.

Guten morgen (1), destroyer. How's life from inside of the cell?Schuldich

mentally asked.

Through the metal bond, Schuldich felt the man shift positions until one of his legs

was bent under his body.

Schuldich...

Schuldich smirked and laid a slender hand upon the cold steel of the door. The

person inside should not have been able to see the movement, but by some means he felt

the motion. The man glanced up at the inside of the door, and Schuldich saw the flash of

a golden eye under the mass of pure white hair.

You are restless, guilty one.

Schuldich sighed and turned around so his back hit the door. Looking up into the

bright lights on the ceiling, the orange haired student gave another soft sigh and ran a

hand through his hair.

This place is just so boring. There's nothing to do here. The only thing remotely

interesting is you, Farfarello.

The white haired Farfarello did not react to the comment and instead wrapped his

arms around his raised knee.

Being bored hurts God.

Schuldich rolled his eyes then closed his eyes as he heard a teacher a hall down tell

a student to do a report on the communist revolution in China.

I'm so happy that my restlessness amuses you so.Schuldich sent back at

Farfarello sarcastically.

Farfarello did not reply to Schuldich message. Schuldich groaned as he wiped a

hand across his eyes, blocking the light from his vision.

Does everything I do hurt God?

Being guilty hurts God.Farfarello stated.

Schuldich rolled his eyes. You know that my real name isn't Schuldich.

Not your birth name...no...but now it is your name, all the same.

Schuldich lifted a slender eyebrow. By the way you're talking, Farfie, I would

almost think that you were sane.

Do you think I am sane?Farfarello cocked his head in curiosity.

Nein.

Insanity hurts God. We must make him cry!

Of course, destroyer.Schuldich said in the Irishman's mind.

Several seconds passed by in silence. Schuldich, not hearing a response from the

white haired man, turned around and stared at the door.

Farfarello?

So the oracle has returned...

Schuldich blinked in confusion. He did not comprehend what the Irishman was

saying. Who was the oracle?

Before Schuldich could ask Farfarello about his statement, Farfarello continued.

Here is some entertainment for you, guilty one. We can hurt God together another

time.

Schuldich felt Farfarello close the mental bond between them. The German boy

blinked in confusion and was about to reply when he heard a voice speak to him.

"Didn't I tell you that it was unsafe to be near that door, Schuldich?"

The sentence was more of a statement rather then a question. Schuldich swirled

around at the deep baritone voice and stopped. A few steps away stood a boy about four

years older then him. Dark brown hair fell neatly across his sharp-featured face.

The man had straight auburn hair, which fell neatly across his face. Wisps of brown

bangs drifted downwards to trail across his face, and at the side, they framed a fine-boned,

and masculine face. He had high cheekbones, a sharp nose, as well as a flawlessly perfect

light almost pale complexion. But it was his eyes that really caught the German's

attention. They were a brown almost golden tint. Dark chocolate eyes glittered full of

intelligence and insight, surrounded by long eyelashes.

Schuldich cocked his head at the man in front of his. Leaning against the wall,

Schuldich crossed his hands across his chest in an air of superiority. Looking lazily at the

man Schuldich inquired, "And who are you?"

"You don't remember me?"

"Am I suppose to?" Schuldich asked in a bored tone, but he did feel as if he had

met this American before.

The American man took off his glasses. Pulled out a handkerchief from his shirt

pocket, and started to clean the lenses. Without the glasses obstructing his face, the man's

sharp features were more prominent.

As Schuldich analyzed the man in front of him, the American stopped his actions

and looked up. Schuldich found himself drowning in pools of chocolate brown, lost in a

sense of familiarity and comfort. The man gave away an aura of a natural born leader,

confident and calm, but carrying at the same time a sense of peacefulness. The German

felt himself react to the man before him, but as soon as he did he came to back to reality.

Shaking his head, Schuldich glared at the man. What happened, the redhead wondered.

Why do I feel this way about him?

Schuldich took a step back and felt the cold metal of Farfarello's door under his

hand. Gather his thoughts together, Schuldich tried to search the man's mind. However,

the man did not let the redhead into his thoughts. An invisible metal wall blocked the

telepath from searching, not letting any weaknesses out.

Schuldich narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "Who the hell are you?"

"Brad Crawford." Was the simple response.

Brad Crawford, Schuldich shirted the name through his mind. That sounds vaguely

familiar. Wait!...Farfie said something about an oracle. My first roommate use to be a

precog...but was Brad Crawford his name? I can't remember...it was six years ago...

"Brad..." Schuldich started.

"Crawford."

"What?" Schuldich asked confused.

"I prefer to be called Crawford." The American explained as he put his glasses

back on.

Schuldich had a strong sense of deja vu.

"Right..." Schuldich said. "I have a question for you. Did you use to be my

roommate... when I first came to his hellhole?"

At the alternative name for Rosenkreuz, Crawford raised his eyebrows. "That is not

a respectable name to call this institute. As for your question, yes, I was your roommate."

Schuldich looked at the American, "Well, it was nice to see you again... Bradley."

Schuldich smirked.

Crawford stared at Schuldich. His piercing eyes seemed to look through

Schuldich's soul, and after a few moments of silence Schuldich started to feel nervous.

"What?" Schuldich asked anxiously.

"You have changed, Schuldich." Crawford stated. Schuldich did not know how to

respond that you statement and it seemed that Crawford was not expecting him to.

Suddenly, Crawford held out a hand and said, "Why don't we have lunch together? This

is your lunch period is it not?"

"Huh? Oh...ja. But lunch is almost already over."

"I'll get you out of your next class. Don't worry about it." Crawford said and

started to walk towards and cafeteria.

"Warte (2)!" Schuldich cried and ran after the seer.

The orange haired man slightly frowned at the man next to him, and began to

wonder why he was here. From what Schuldich knew, Brad Crawford had graduated

three years ago, and had never returned to Rosenkreuz. Noticing that they were nearing

the cafeteria, Schuldich glanced to the side and was again stricken by the American's

beauty. The cafeteria doors opened easily, allowing them access to the clean and dreary

room. He glanced around, surveying the atmosphere lightly before walking any further.

Crawford made his way over to the empty food line. There wasn't much noise, just

the calm atmosphere of small conversation that drifted about the room. A couple chatted

idly, sipping cappuccino next to the white table in front of the open window. Near them

sat a group of girls involved in a conversation over cake and tea. Taking in the casual

surroundings, Schuldich followed the American through the line, taking only a blueberry

muffin and apple. Crawford, it seems was not hungry, since he only took a cup of coffee.

Following the American, Schuldich found himself sitting on a large empty bench away

from the other occupants in the room.

Schuldich turned his face back towards the American. He really is handsome,

Schuldich thought as he watched Crawford take a sip from his black coffee. Crawford

then straightened suddenly, his eyes rising, almost as if he felt Schuldich's stare.

Schuldich only kept his eyes pinned on the precong in front of him, until Crawford

lifted an eyebrow, "Is there something that you want?"

Schuldich resisted the urge to snort, "Isn't that what I am suppose to ask you?"

Choosing to ignore that commentary, the American nodded towards the untouched

apple and muffin, "Are you going to eat that?"

"Nein."

"Very well..." Crawford started. "I am assuming that you are wondering why I

confronted you today."

"Oh, just a little..." Schuldich said sarcastically.

"Do you know what the students of Rosenkreuz do when they graduate?"

"Of course...they...um..." Schuldich trailed off, just realizing that he actually did

not know.

"They are often hired as bodyguards and assassins, but sometimes Rosenkreuz may

call back students as professors."

"Bodyguards and assassins?" Schuldich blinked.

"There isn't a better bodyguard." Crawford said reasonably. "We can foresee the

future and eliminate any dangers, or go through a person's mind and see if he or she is

being deceitful. Some of us are stronger and faster, while others may have special

abilities, which they can use to attack our enemies from far distances."

Schuldich took all the information in stride, "Is this why Rosenkreuz is educating

us? So that we may become hired mercenaries?"

"Yes."

"..."

"I'm sure that you have an idea why I am here now."

"To recruit me?"

"Yes."

"Am I not too young? I haven't graduated yet...actually I'm not even close."

Schuldich watched as Crawford took another sip out of his cup.

"You are a bit young, but you are still one of my ideal partners. It does not matter if

you haven't graduated yet, as long as you can control your powers."

"Wait! Your ideal partner? I thought that Rosenkreuz was recruiting me to be on

your team."

"Usually they would, but a few weeks ago I was given the opportunity to create my

own team. That is why I'm here."

"Ah..." Schuldich said slowly. "So you would be my leader."

"That would be the thought."

"..."

"I would have to take over some of your lessons though. You have quiet a bit of

control over your powers, but you aren't in complete control."

"Then why take me?" Schuldich asked as he played with the apple on the table.

"There are other psychics that are far more powerful and has more control then me."

"That may be true." Crawford sighed. "But I believe that you would be a better

teammate then them. We probably would be able to work together more efficiently."

"You think so?" Schuldich asked playfully, as he imagined all the tricks that he

would pull if they were in a team together.

"Yes, I think so...however I feel that I may be regretting my decision very soon."

The American said as he saw the smirk form on the orange haired man's lips. Crawford

eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Too bad..." Schuldich laughed. "You already asked, and I think that I'll take you

up on your offer. This place is boring as hell."

"I would imagine so. I do remember my days here." Crawford said as he stood up.

Schuldich blinked, "Where are you going?"

"I have to inform the high officials that you are my new partner." Crawford started

to walk towards the cafeteria entrance.

The German jumped up from his seat, leaving his untouched food behind and ran

up to the American. "Hey! Wait up!"

Schuldich ran up to Crawford and grabbed his sleeve, "You're suppose to wait for

me."

"Then you shouldn't be so slow." Was the reply.

"Well..." Schuldich pouted, "How am I suppose to keep up if you don't tell me

anything."

"You are a telepath."

"I can't read your mind!"

"Then I guess that you would be at a disadvantage." Schuldich saw a slight smirk

around Crawford's lips, but a second later it was gone.

Schuldich didn't like that smirk so he decided to do a comeback, "Bradley..."

"Crawford." Was the instant reply that he knew would happen.

Inwardly, Schuldich was laughing. I guess that things aren't so bad now, Schuldich

thought. Looking to the side at his new leader, Schuldich found it very hard to suppress a

smile. No, things aren't bad at all.

1.) Guten morgen- good morning

2.) Warte- wait