Konnichiwa!! Heh . . . if you read my other Weiß Kreuz fic, sorry
for the delay, but . . . I had to write this first!! The next chapter
SHOULD (big emphasis on the should) be out after I'm done with finals!!
Hopefully . . . (sweat drop here) By the way, I know nothing about the
lives of lawyers . . . so if you're a lawyer, give a helping hand! My
twin, Futagoakuma-tenshi02, is working with me, so this story is ours.
Main Pairing: Brad/Schuldig Other Pairings: Nagi/Omi Aya/Ken
Warnings: shonen-ai, though a bit later, drugs type things, court cases, Brad the almighty Crawford is actually a human being. Aya unfriendliness.
No Turning Back
Chapter One
Bradley Crawford sipped tiredly at his cup of coffee. It was five in the morning, and the lawyer-in-training had stayed up all night working on his latest case. He was in his second year at the Law College he attended, but he worked harder than most, so he was allowed to actually work on cases. Crawford worked in the juvenile department, but he was considering working in another area.
His latest case . . . he sighed. The fifteen-year-old boy the case was on had been used to test new drugs on. The poor kid had been caught because the drug operation using him ran off too quickly to care about an almost useless tool. Well, to them he was. A few of the people working with the operation were also caught along with the boy.
The date of the boy's trial was in a about a couple of weeks. This was the most serious case he had ever worked on. Of course, even if he were the best in his class, an actual attorney would have to watch and teach him at the very least. Crawford sighed and took another sip of coffee. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat at the café near his dorm. The café, thankfully, was open 24/7. He wouldn't even be able to survive without this café. Crawford needed to get back soon; his roommate, Tsukiyono Omi, was a real worrier sometimes. It was a good thing he didn't have any classes today; he would probably start snoring and ruin his reputation.
Crawford picked up his files and coffee and slowly made his way to the door. He gave a quick nod to the waitress who was always there, Manx. She smiled back and he walked toward the dorms. In fact, Crawford was so tired that during the ride up the elevator to his dorm room, he slouched. Brad Crawford does not slouch. It doesn't make for a very good impression, and health problems could occur as well.
For some reason, he had a thought out nowhere of a flash of red. He straightened, knowing that particular blood red hair color. A couple seconds later as Crawford was walking down the hall towards his room, there came the infamous redhead, along with his infamous, (and might he add, hideous), orange sweater. Talk about fashion taste . . .
Fujimiya Aya sent him a glare, his amethyst eyes piercingly sharp as he did. Brad half-heartedly returned it, noting that Fujimiya sure looked alert that morning. He continued walking, and soon arrived at his room. Taking his shoes off and placing them near the door, but out of the way, Crawford looked around the room for Omi. Omi was sleeping peacefully on the couch, with the TV on mute. Good, he thought. No sixteen year old teenager should be up this early, especially with the late night Omi had . . . apparently.
Omi had transferred just this year, becoming his first roommate. The computer genius needed challenges. And they were all located here. But he wasn't only a genius in computers, but science and math and who knows what else. At first, Crawford had called the cheerful boy Tsukiyono-san, but he had kept insisting that Crawford call him Omi that he finally gave in. The boy could drive anyone crazy, provided Omi have the right amount of time to nag him.
Crawford grabbed a blanket from Omi's bed and draped it over the sleeping boy. Then he carefully placed his case files on the desk, where his laptop and Omi's computer was. It wouldn't help if he lost or misplaced his files, even if he was dead tired. Crawford took off his jacket and hung it near the rest of his clothes: suits. He didn't have one on at the moment; he had just gone to the café to work on his case, not meet some important person. He took off his glasses, put them on the dresser near his bed, rubbed his eyes, and climbed into bed.
Crawford yawned. What was the name of the boy he had a case on . . .? He wondered sleepily. When I get up, I should finally go meet him. I wonder . . . if I take Omi, would the boy be more comfortable. Omi was, after all near his age and friendly . . . Finally, sleep overcame him.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
When he woke up, it was two in the afternoon, according to the alarm clock he had on his dresser next to the bed. Without much sound, he dressed and got ready to leave the dorm. Omi walked in the door as he was straightening his tie. He waved hi to Crawford.
"Do you want to eat anything? I bought some doughnuts from the café," Omi asked. Crawford shook his head, preferring his coffee.
He debated whether or not to take Omi as he made coffee. He decided not to; he didn't have either kid's permission, after all. The boy might feel uncomfortable. He made up his mind to ask, though. He sat on the couch and watched TV with Omi for a few minutes, drinking his coffee. He finished it, washed the cup and walked out of the dorm, giving Omi a pat on the head as he left. Crawford didn't take anything like files or his laptop; he didn't need it, and besides, he didn't really need anything.
Crawford scanned the corridors as he quickly walked out of the dorm. Luckily, Fujimiya wasn't around to glare at him at his time of day. Good, the man got annoying and grated on his nerves. He didn't think he or Fujimiya would last long if they ever had to work or live together.
He got his car, a shiny black Lambergini, from his parking space in front of the dorm. Unlocking it and sitting down in the driver's side, he drove to the hospital the police and other officials were keeping the boy. He parked and headed to where he knew the boy's room was.
"Excuse me, sir, but you aren't allowed in this area unless you are a family member of a patient," a snobby looking nurse told him, eyeing him with distaste.
Crawford kept his irritation at the woman in check, telling her, "I'm a lawyer for a boy here, in room 124." He managed to look professional, even though he wasn't really an attorney just yet.
"Well, all right, but if I see you around, you're not going to be allowed back in," the stupid woman said, flipping her hair at him. She walked away, muttering.
Crawford ignored what the woman said and continued, scanning the door numbers for 124. He found it; although he had to go two floors up to find it. He knocked, and then entered, not waiting for an answer, and not expecting one.
A boy, looking younger than his actual age was sitting up on his bed. He had dark blue eyes and brown hair with a thin body under the hospital gown and blankets.
"Who are you?" he asked, quietly, but without a trembling voice and without fear. He met Crawford's gaze and held it.
"I'm your lawyer. I'm still in law school, but I can work on cases, if a licensed lawyer is watching me. My name is Crawford," he said. He didn't want people knowing his first name if he could help it; he would rather them call him Crawford.
"You want to know what happened, right? I'll answer your questions," the boy said wearily, as if too many people had asked him and he was tired of answering. "What do you want to know?"
"Your name, if you don't mind," Crawford said dryly. "Unless you want me to keep calling you boy."
"My name . . . its Naoe Nagi," the boy said hesitantly, a shadow crossing over his face.
"Japanese?"
"Yes."
"Well then, Naoe-san, how old were you when . . . the drug operation got you?" Crawford asked.
". . . Almost twelve," Naoe-san whispered, his head down.
"What did they do to you?" He was careful to note Naoe-san's reaction to the questions he asked. It was more proof that Naoe-san had been mistreated, and that could help win the case, although anyone could tell he had been mistreated when they looked at him.
"They . . ." Naoe-san bit his lip, but continued on, determined. "They made me swallow pills and injected liquids with needles. They studied what happened to me after the drug took effect, and gave me daily doses of certain drugs. They didn't feed me much; they let the drugs sustain me. I wasn't allowed to do anything without someone watching me, and I wasn't allowed to go outside the room they kept me in." Naoe-san's voice sounded controlled; there was either no or as little as possible emotion.
Crawford nodded. "Did they do or force you to do anything sexual?"
"No!!!" Naoe-san shook his head furiously. He calmed down a bit. "No."
Crawford eyed him suspiciously, but he had a feeling that he wasn't lying. He decided to let it go for now, though. "Did they force you to do anything illegal besides take drugs?"
"Hack. They let me use a computer, and I learned how to do things on it. They found out I could hack, so they used me to get money and other things." Crawford could detect a note of pride in Naoe-san's voice when he told him he could hack.
"And you could survive this treatment for about two years?"
"Yes."
"How did you survive?" the lawyer asked him.
"I was lucky. I know there were other people, but I didn't see them. They talked about the other people, though." Naoe-san shrugged. Crawford took a closer look at him. The boy was practically skin and bones! This didn't bode well . . .
"How many people have visited you since you came here?" he questioned. "That has asked you questions just as I have?"
"Anou . . . I-I can't remember." Nagi bowed his head, his midnight eyes cloudy. Now there was a hint of a Japanese accent. "There were a lot . . ." Crawford adjusted his glasses. Now Naoe-san wouldn't look at him. The brunette must be lying.
"What did they do to you?" He asked in a stern voice. "Look, Naoe-san. This is not easy for you or for me, but I'm here to make it easier for you. I'm on your side, Naoe-san. I'm here to see that nothing bad happens to you. If something did, then I'll do anything I can to prevent and fix it."
Crawford paused, waiting for a response, if any. None came. "Look, do you want me to help you? If you don't like me, I can just go if you would like me to." Naoe-san slowly shook his head, although it was still bowed.
"Would it be more comfortable if there was someone your age you could talk to while I'm here?"
Naoe-san raised his head, blinking his wide blue eyes at the sudden question. "Yes . . . if you wouldn't mind," he said, almost whispering.
"All right. Then I'll bring him. You'll be fine; he won't hurt you. Tell me if there's anything wrong, got it? I'll try and fix everything I can, but you have to tell me what's wrong next time. I'll try to come back tomorrow." Crawford tried to relax enough to give the boy an at least calming expression . . . Maybe not. He left, leaving his cell phone number with Naoe-san. Now to fix things with the hospital . . .
He left the hospital, satisfied. As he drove away, he thought he did a good job of taking care of Naoe-san at the hospital. Now the nurses were seeing the bright side of things. The damn bitches had been letting all sorts of people, potentially dangerous or not, inside with the boy. And Naoe-san needed to be fed and taken care of! He was malnourished! The hospital was there to regain his health, and now they were going to do their jobs properly.
Next Crawford had to ask Omi (who of course will agree), and get some rest. Chewing out the bitches wasn't exactly easy work. The moon was just starting to rise in the dark night sky. At least there wasn't any traffic. But oh, joy, more research. Maybe he could get Omi to help him. He would sympathize with Naoe-san.
Crawford just had this gut instinct that they were going to be good friends. Well, he also had this kind of- how would you say it . . . vision. Or you could call it a dream that all would go well having Omi and Naoe-san as friends.
*End Chapter One*
Author's notes: I JUST HAVE TO REPEAT, I DID THIS WITH MY TWIN. WE BOTH DID IT, OK? AND ANYONE WHO IS A TWIN, CONTACT US. WE WANT TO MEET YOU! ^^; Anyway . . . does anyone know what kind of ethnic background Brad has? We mean, he's an American, but hey, so are we. Is he Chinese, Japanese, what? We don't know!!! Do you? Anyone????
But thanks for reading and reviewing *pointed stare at anyone who is reading this now*. Just wait for the next chapter!! ^^;
baibai futagoakuma-tenshi01 & 02
yukie & kimie
Main Pairing: Brad/Schuldig Other Pairings: Nagi/Omi Aya/Ken
Warnings: shonen-ai, though a bit later, drugs type things, court cases, Brad the almighty Crawford is actually a human being. Aya unfriendliness.
No Turning Back
Chapter One
Bradley Crawford sipped tiredly at his cup of coffee. It was five in the morning, and the lawyer-in-training had stayed up all night working on his latest case. He was in his second year at the Law College he attended, but he worked harder than most, so he was allowed to actually work on cases. Crawford worked in the juvenile department, but he was considering working in another area.
His latest case . . . he sighed. The fifteen-year-old boy the case was on had been used to test new drugs on. The poor kid had been caught because the drug operation using him ran off too quickly to care about an almost useless tool. Well, to them he was. A few of the people working with the operation were also caught along with the boy.
The date of the boy's trial was in a about a couple of weeks. This was the most serious case he had ever worked on. Of course, even if he were the best in his class, an actual attorney would have to watch and teach him at the very least. Crawford sighed and took another sip of coffee. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat at the café near his dorm. The café, thankfully, was open 24/7. He wouldn't even be able to survive without this café. Crawford needed to get back soon; his roommate, Tsukiyono Omi, was a real worrier sometimes. It was a good thing he didn't have any classes today; he would probably start snoring and ruin his reputation.
Crawford picked up his files and coffee and slowly made his way to the door. He gave a quick nod to the waitress who was always there, Manx. She smiled back and he walked toward the dorms. In fact, Crawford was so tired that during the ride up the elevator to his dorm room, he slouched. Brad Crawford does not slouch. It doesn't make for a very good impression, and health problems could occur as well.
For some reason, he had a thought out nowhere of a flash of red. He straightened, knowing that particular blood red hair color. A couple seconds later as Crawford was walking down the hall towards his room, there came the infamous redhead, along with his infamous, (and might he add, hideous), orange sweater. Talk about fashion taste . . .
Fujimiya Aya sent him a glare, his amethyst eyes piercingly sharp as he did. Brad half-heartedly returned it, noting that Fujimiya sure looked alert that morning. He continued walking, and soon arrived at his room. Taking his shoes off and placing them near the door, but out of the way, Crawford looked around the room for Omi. Omi was sleeping peacefully on the couch, with the TV on mute. Good, he thought. No sixteen year old teenager should be up this early, especially with the late night Omi had . . . apparently.
Omi had transferred just this year, becoming his first roommate. The computer genius needed challenges. And they were all located here. But he wasn't only a genius in computers, but science and math and who knows what else. At first, Crawford had called the cheerful boy Tsukiyono-san, but he had kept insisting that Crawford call him Omi that he finally gave in. The boy could drive anyone crazy, provided Omi have the right amount of time to nag him.
Crawford grabbed a blanket from Omi's bed and draped it over the sleeping boy. Then he carefully placed his case files on the desk, where his laptop and Omi's computer was. It wouldn't help if he lost or misplaced his files, even if he was dead tired. Crawford took off his jacket and hung it near the rest of his clothes: suits. He didn't have one on at the moment; he had just gone to the café to work on his case, not meet some important person. He took off his glasses, put them on the dresser near his bed, rubbed his eyes, and climbed into bed.
Crawford yawned. What was the name of the boy he had a case on . . .? He wondered sleepily. When I get up, I should finally go meet him. I wonder . . . if I take Omi, would the boy be more comfortable. Omi was, after all near his age and friendly . . . Finally, sleep overcame him.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
When he woke up, it was two in the afternoon, according to the alarm clock he had on his dresser next to the bed. Without much sound, he dressed and got ready to leave the dorm. Omi walked in the door as he was straightening his tie. He waved hi to Crawford.
"Do you want to eat anything? I bought some doughnuts from the café," Omi asked. Crawford shook his head, preferring his coffee.
He debated whether or not to take Omi as he made coffee. He decided not to; he didn't have either kid's permission, after all. The boy might feel uncomfortable. He made up his mind to ask, though. He sat on the couch and watched TV with Omi for a few minutes, drinking his coffee. He finished it, washed the cup and walked out of the dorm, giving Omi a pat on the head as he left. Crawford didn't take anything like files or his laptop; he didn't need it, and besides, he didn't really need anything.
Crawford scanned the corridors as he quickly walked out of the dorm. Luckily, Fujimiya wasn't around to glare at him at his time of day. Good, the man got annoying and grated on his nerves. He didn't think he or Fujimiya would last long if they ever had to work or live together.
He got his car, a shiny black Lambergini, from his parking space in front of the dorm. Unlocking it and sitting down in the driver's side, he drove to the hospital the police and other officials were keeping the boy. He parked and headed to where he knew the boy's room was.
"Excuse me, sir, but you aren't allowed in this area unless you are a family member of a patient," a snobby looking nurse told him, eyeing him with distaste.
Crawford kept his irritation at the woman in check, telling her, "I'm a lawyer for a boy here, in room 124." He managed to look professional, even though he wasn't really an attorney just yet.
"Well, all right, but if I see you around, you're not going to be allowed back in," the stupid woman said, flipping her hair at him. She walked away, muttering.
Crawford ignored what the woman said and continued, scanning the door numbers for 124. He found it; although he had to go two floors up to find it. He knocked, and then entered, not waiting for an answer, and not expecting one.
A boy, looking younger than his actual age was sitting up on his bed. He had dark blue eyes and brown hair with a thin body under the hospital gown and blankets.
"Who are you?" he asked, quietly, but without a trembling voice and without fear. He met Crawford's gaze and held it.
"I'm your lawyer. I'm still in law school, but I can work on cases, if a licensed lawyer is watching me. My name is Crawford," he said. He didn't want people knowing his first name if he could help it; he would rather them call him Crawford.
"You want to know what happened, right? I'll answer your questions," the boy said wearily, as if too many people had asked him and he was tired of answering. "What do you want to know?"
"Your name, if you don't mind," Crawford said dryly. "Unless you want me to keep calling you boy."
"My name . . . its Naoe Nagi," the boy said hesitantly, a shadow crossing over his face.
"Japanese?"
"Yes."
"Well then, Naoe-san, how old were you when . . . the drug operation got you?" Crawford asked.
". . . Almost twelve," Naoe-san whispered, his head down.
"What did they do to you?" He was careful to note Naoe-san's reaction to the questions he asked. It was more proof that Naoe-san had been mistreated, and that could help win the case, although anyone could tell he had been mistreated when they looked at him.
"They . . ." Naoe-san bit his lip, but continued on, determined. "They made me swallow pills and injected liquids with needles. They studied what happened to me after the drug took effect, and gave me daily doses of certain drugs. They didn't feed me much; they let the drugs sustain me. I wasn't allowed to do anything without someone watching me, and I wasn't allowed to go outside the room they kept me in." Naoe-san's voice sounded controlled; there was either no or as little as possible emotion.
Crawford nodded. "Did they do or force you to do anything sexual?"
"No!!!" Naoe-san shook his head furiously. He calmed down a bit. "No."
Crawford eyed him suspiciously, but he had a feeling that he wasn't lying. He decided to let it go for now, though. "Did they force you to do anything illegal besides take drugs?"
"Hack. They let me use a computer, and I learned how to do things on it. They found out I could hack, so they used me to get money and other things." Crawford could detect a note of pride in Naoe-san's voice when he told him he could hack.
"And you could survive this treatment for about two years?"
"Yes."
"How did you survive?" the lawyer asked him.
"I was lucky. I know there were other people, but I didn't see them. They talked about the other people, though." Naoe-san shrugged. Crawford took a closer look at him. The boy was practically skin and bones! This didn't bode well . . .
"How many people have visited you since you came here?" he questioned. "That has asked you questions just as I have?"
"Anou . . . I-I can't remember." Nagi bowed his head, his midnight eyes cloudy. Now there was a hint of a Japanese accent. "There were a lot . . ." Crawford adjusted his glasses. Now Naoe-san wouldn't look at him. The brunette must be lying.
"What did they do to you?" He asked in a stern voice. "Look, Naoe-san. This is not easy for you or for me, but I'm here to make it easier for you. I'm on your side, Naoe-san. I'm here to see that nothing bad happens to you. If something did, then I'll do anything I can to prevent and fix it."
Crawford paused, waiting for a response, if any. None came. "Look, do you want me to help you? If you don't like me, I can just go if you would like me to." Naoe-san slowly shook his head, although it was still bowed.
"Would it be more comfortable if there was someone your age you could talk to while I'm here?"
Naoe-san raised his head, blinking his wide blue eyes at the sudden question. "Yes . . . if you wouldn't mind," he said, almost whispering.
"All right. Then I'll bring him. You'll be fine; he won't hurt you. Tell me if there's anything wrong, got it? I'll try and fix everything I can, but you have to tell me what's wrong next time. I'll try to come back tomorrow." Crawford tried to relax enough to give the boy an at least calming expression . . . Maybe not. He left, leaving his cell phone number with Naoe-san. Now to fix things with the hospital . . .
He left the hospital, satisfied. As he drove away, he thought he did a good job of taking care of Naoe-san at the hospital. Now the nurses were seeing the bright side of things. The damn bitches had been letting all sorts of people, potentially dangerous or not, inside with the boy. And Naoe-san needed to be fed and taken care of! He was malnourished! The hospital was there to regain his health, and now they were going to do their jobs properly.
Next Crawford had to ask Omi (who of course will agree), and get some rest. Chewing out the bitches wasn't exactly easy work. The moon was just starting to rise in the dark night sky. At least there wasn't any traffic. But oh, joy, more research. Maybe he could get Omi to help him. He would sympathize with Naoe-san.
Crawford just had this gut instinct that they were going to be good friends. Well, he also had this kind of- how would you say it . . . vision. Or you could call it a dream that all would go well having Omi and Naoe-san as friends.
*End Chapter One*
Author's notes: I JUST HAVE TO REPEAT, I DID THIS WITH MY TWIN. WE BOTH DID IT, OK? AND ANYONE WHO IS A TWIN, CONTACT US. WE WANT TO MEET YOU! ^^; Anyway . . . does anyone know what kind of ethnic background Brad has? We mean, he's an American, but hey, so are we. Is he Chinese, Japanese, what? We don't know!!! Do you? Anyone????
But thanks for reading and reviewing *pointed stare at anyone who is reading this now*. Just wait for the next chapter!! ^^;
baibai futagoakuma-tenshi01 & 02
yukie & kimie
