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Disclaimer: This is called FANFICTION people. That should be enough. We love Weiß Kreuz dearly, but it just ain't gonna happen. Don't own it, never will.
Warnings: shonen-ai later on, of course! Also if you want to know the rest, look on the first chapter . . .
Chapter Two
The dark haired lawyer slowly became aware of his surroundings as he woke. Just at the end of his already forgotten dream, there was something else. A whirl of flame hair became visible in the blur, along with a glimpse of a smirking smile. But with that came a foreboding sense of alertness, as if it were just before the beginning of a hurricane. Calmness with alertness running along the edges, asking if this was just a bit too calm, too still.
But it did not make sense. It seemed like a pre-admonition, but for what? Sometimes this happened to him. It was like déjà vu. It struck unexpectedly, and only left confusion. Crawford did not see the need to rely on it much. Only to be warned that something would happen, something not necessarily good. It had the feel of those kinds of warnings, the special ones; the ones that had a touch of truthfulness. It was not something one could describe, at least, not easily.
So he would watch. But it was morning, and time for work on his case.
Crawford reached for his glasses, his vision somewhat blurred without it. The room sharpened and came into focus as he slipped them on; the sunlight seemed annoyingly bright as it shone through a crack in the curtains. He rose smoothly to start his morning.
* * * * *
This was the time for school. The time when you had classes, notes, and when teachers loaded on the homework. Crawford was well prepared and undaunted. The two classes he had today were going to put more stress on him, but at least in one he could use that time to work on this current project - his juvenile case. After all, that was the class he received the assignment. And earlier, he had taken the time to do more than the teacher had assigned in the other class.
The teacher in that class had a pattern, as most teachers do. It was obvious what he was going to assign next, but he had a premonition that that was what the teacher was going to assign anyway. Might as well do it, so he did. And that gave him more time for his case. Classes proved to be helpful and made him work at the same time. Of course, some of it was like all classes: boring, note taking, etc. Just like any class.
During one of his classes, he checked his email and found something from Kudou Yohji, the investigating detective for Naoe Nagi. Kudou wanted to meet Crawford sometime during the afternoon to talk about the case. He had time, so Crawford sent an email back, agreeing. I wonder what he found, he thought, turning his mind back to the lecture.
* * * * *
It was here, finally. The afternoon; or, more precisely, the appointed time to meet with Kudou. They had agreed to meet in the café, where Crawford always worked on his case. He didn't know anything about Kudou, so he was curious, but cautious.
Upon entering the café, he saw a blonde man with sunglasses flirting with Manx. She seemed to be annoyed, but pleased; she hated flirts, but he must have said something nice to her, which explained why she was pleased. She immediately noticed him and motioned him to come over.
"Hello, Crawford," Manx greeted him, and he nodded back. "This is Kudou Yohji, a detective."
So this was Kudou. The man was not giving off a good impression. Crawford immediately disliked him; he had reason to, the detective fairly reeked of laziness and a passion for women. "I'm Crawford."
"So you're the lawyer, eh?" Kudou gave him a skeptical look. "Aren't you a little too young, I thought all the lawyers now days were grey haired old farts."
Crawford ignored him and led him to a table to talk. "What information do you have?"
"Me?" Kudou pointed to himself and gave a laugh. "I have it all right here in this little envelope." He handed the envelope to Crawford. "Oh, there's a lot of information on that nasty little group. And let's just say it wasn't easy to get. There's no information at all on the kid's parents, looks like they just found him on the streets or something. There was no trace of info on his parents, so we can't do anything about that. He'll just have to go to a foster home or elsewhere until he's an adult." The blonde continued as Crawford flipped through the folder Kudou had handed him.
"Otherwise, there's plenty of evidence to support that Naoe Nagi might have been abused or forced into things he didn't want to. Also, he might have been dosed with unknown and untested chemicals and/or drugs." The detective concluded.
"So far, everything is correct or at least fits together with what Naoe-san told me yesterday when I visited him at the hospital." Crawford informed Kudou. He then proceeded to tell him what had happened and the condition of the boy in the hospital. They discussed the evidence a while longer and the case in general, then ended the meeting with plans for setting up the next one.
* * * * *
The meeting was not exactly a day in the park, but Crawford got what he wanted. They both had a mutual bit of unfriendliness towards each other, but decided to help each other to help Naoe-san. He massaged his temples. He was getting a headache. Now was the time to go home; it was after six, and Kudou had already left. Manx waved goodbye to him as he left, gathering files and going out the door.
Crawford felt tired, like he could just fall asleep if he closed his eyes . . . Not yet. He couldn't. Crawford had a sense of duty, and played the part of lawyer-like business man to the hilt. He saw after his work and responsibilities to the utmost of his power, well, the best he could do anyway. And no one was unsatisfied with his work yet.
And today he would go and check up on Naoe-san. No questions on the case, no business, just to seek his well-being and out of the goodness of Crawford's soul. Right. Bradley Crawford hardly did anything out of the goodness of his soul, he mostly did things for his ambitions and what was required of him. Since that was all he had to do, it was all he did. He didn't have time or money to waste (after all, time is money) on other people who just wouldn't care, or they would just do the same things they always did. Those people just ended up being in the same place again and again, whether it was the courtroom, prison, or something else entirely.
People would never change if something was comfortable for them, Crawford had learned. They lacked the self-motivation, and it was pathetic. Crawford had no use for people like that, and he considered them unworthy of his time. But Naoe-san certainly wasn't like that. He had a feeling Naoe-san could acclimate to any situation or place. Naoe-san intrigued him. And that made Crawford even more sure that he would win this case.
* * * * *
Crawford walked into the hospital towards Naoe-san's room, making sure to give a steely glare at each snobby nurse he saw. He crept into the room, not wanting to startle the teenager. He didn't bring Omi this time, he was just checking up on the boy. He also didn't want to disturb the light-brown haired teenager either. It was after all, nearly 6:45 p.m.
The law student closed the door quietly and faced the white, sterile hospital room to find Naoe-san . . . asleep. He sat down to observe the boy, noting he had gained just a tiny bit more weight, and his condition seemed to be the best the hospital could do at the current moment. But the boy was frowning as he slept, why was that? He settled backwards in his chair to think, closing his eyes for a moment of peace from the world.
* * * * *
Crawford snapped awake when he felt something hit his leg. He winced, not because of the hit, but because he really, really shouldn't have fallen asleep . . . He shouldn't even have closed his eyes. What's done is done, Crawford thought, mentally groaning and opened his eyes to -
-a mini whirlwind swirled throughout the pale hospital room. Objects had been picked up by the force of the wind, and they too, whirled about, as if dancing to a tune that only they could hear. At the center of it all lay a pale brown haired teenager, his sheets and blankets had been thrown aside. They were strewn across the bed and some of it had tumbled onto the floor, as if the boy had been thrashing about. But he lay still on the bed, not moving at all except that he was trembling without stop. And his eyes . . . his eyes were wide open and unblinking. His midnight blue orbs were glazed like he was seeing something far away, something that only he could see.
And all of it, all of it . . . was being done in complete and absolute silence. Not a sound could be heard, only the harsh sound of Crawford's breathing. He stared in fascination. It seemed so unreal. The whirlpool of objects surrounded only the bed, and nothing else was touched. Crawford shook himself out of his daze. He grabbed the closest thing he could find - a water pitcher floating just a few inches away, and poured it onto Naoe-san.
The teenager shuddered, then lay slack. All of the objects immediately dropped. The vase shattered, as did some of the others. Crawford quickly made sure no one had heard anything before returning to the room. He watched as Naoe-san blinked his way into the world of the living.
"Crawford-san. Wh-what happened?" Naoe-san asked as he sat up.
"Naoe-san, what were you dreaming of?" Crawford countered with a question of his own, looking sternly towards the boy.
"I . . . I can't remember." Naoe-san lowered his head, not looking at him.
"I came by to check on you, but I'll stop by again tomorrow with someone near your age." Crawford had a feeling that Naoe-san wasn't speaking very truthfully, but it would have to wait. He gave the teenager a look that said, 'you are going to explain all of this, but not tonight.' Crawford carefully cleaned the room up meticulously, and then turned to leave. "Oyasuminasai, Naoe-san."
Before he heard the door click, he heard, very faintly, a whispered, "Good night, Crawford-san." Then the door closed, hiding the mysterious boy from the world.
Crawford adjusted his glasses once more, and walked down to his car in the crisp night air. The area was quiet; there were only the sounds of nature. He knew what he had to do. This child, this teenager, he had to protect. He had to watch over this one. He had felt just the stirrings of kinship with the boy, and he knew it would not go away no matter how hard he suppressed it. Crawford would not lose Naoe Nagi, and he would not lose his case. It felt like his duty.
And Crawford lived for his duty and orders.
*End Chapter Two*
Authors Notes: Hope you liked! ;) Anyway, 01 is very lazy, so I have mostly done the work here. Bows amid cheers. Thank you! Sorry for the inconvenience, but we'll probably be updating randomly. I always do anyway . . . Oh, if you're a twin, tell us! It's cool to meet other twins. Anyway, thanks, and we'd better have 10 more reviews! Ahahaha! *sigh* I always have to do everything . . . I'm 02, by the way. Stupid twin . . . Sorry the chapter is shorter than the first. I tried to make it longer, honest. It'll be longer next time . . . or at least I'll try.
Reviewers:
Misura-san: Thanks! You practically review every single Weiß Kreuz fic out on ff.net! That's great! Thanks for reviewing and the compliments! Keep on writing!
ToudouHigiri-dan: Thanks for reviewing! Not much was said, but it spurred us on anyway!
Rikkali-san: Hmmm . . . I think we'll keep the identity of who Schu actually is until later . . . but, he WILL appear sometime later, maybe one or two, maybe even three chapters from now? Somewhere around there, I think? But he will NOT be some random person Brad meets on the street, that's for sure! Thanks for reviewing and the compliments!
TrenchcoatMan-san: I gotta say this first . . . cool name. I like it! Thanks for reviewing and the support, but most of all, you acknowledged both of us! I'm so happy!
Mayorie-san: Thanks so much for reviewing and scolding us! *cringes at glare* We're so sorry for not updating! But you gave us the motivation to put up the next chapter, a bit shorter tho it may be! Thanks for the compliments!
One last announcement, to make sure it's in your minds: TWINS WORK TOGETHER ON THIS FICCIE! Ok, just to clear it up, futagoakuma-tenshi02 did all the work this time, or most of it, and answered all the reviews! It's all thanks to me you got the next chapter! (big ego, yes I know . . . ) But this ficcie is posted on futagoakuma-tenshi01's account. Just to make sure you know!
baibaifutagoakuma-tenshi01 & 02
Disclaimer: This is called FANFICTION people. That should be enough. We love Weiß Kreuz dearly, but it just ain't gonna happen. Don't own it, never will.
Warnings: shonen-ai later on, of course! Also if you want to know the rest, look on the first chapter . . .
Chapter Two
The dark haired lawyer slowly became aware of his surroundings as he woke. Just at the end of his already forgotten dream, there was something else. A whirl of flame hair became visible in the blur, along with a glimpse of a smirking smile. But with that came a foreboding sense of alertness, as if it were just before the beginning of a hurricane. Calmness with alertness running along the edges, asking if this was just a bit too calm, too still.
But it did not make sense. It seemed like a pre-admonition, but for what? Sometimes this happened to him. It was like déjà vu. It struck unexpectedly, and only left confusion. Crawford did not see the need to rely on it much. Only to be warned that something would happen, something not necessarily good. It had the feel of those kinds of warnings, the special ones; the ones that had a touch of truthfulness. It was not something one could describe, at least, not easily.
So he would watch. But it was morning, and time for work on his case.
Crawford reached for his glasses, his vision somewhat blurred without it. The room sharpened and came into focus as he slipped them on; the sunlight seemed annoyingly bright as it shone through a crack in the curtains. He rose smoothly to start his morning.
* * * * *
This was the time for school. The time when you had classes, notes, and when teachers loaded on the homework. Crawford was well prepared and undaunted. The two classes he had today were going to put more stress on him, but at least in one he could use that time to work on this current project - his juvenile case. After all, that was the class he received the assignment. And earlier, he had taken the time to do more than the teacher had assigned in the other class.
The teacher in that class had a pattern, as most teachers do. It was obvious what he was going to assign next, but he had a premonition that that was what the teacher was going to assign anyway. Might as well do it, so he did. And that gave him more time for his case. Classes proved to be helpful and made him work at the same time. Of course, some of it was like all classes: boring, note taking, etc. Just like any class.
During one of his classes, he checked his email and found something from Kudou Yohji, the investigating detective for Naoe Nagi. Kudou wanted to meet Crawford sometime during the afternoon to talk about the case. He had time, so Crawford sent an email back, agreeing. I wonder what he found, he thought, turning his mind back to the lecture.
* * * * *
It was here, finally. The afternoon; or, more precisely, the appointed time to meet with Kudou. They had agreed to meet in the café, where Crawford always worked on his case. He didn't know anything about Kudou, so he was curious, but cautious.
Upon entering the café, he saw a blonde man with sunglasses flirting with Manx. She seemed to be annoyed, but pleased; she hated flirts, but he must have said something nice to her, which explained why she was pleased. She immediately noticed him and motioned him to come over.
"Hello, Crawford," Manx greeted him, and he nodded back. "This is Kudou Yohji, a detective."
So this was Kudou. The man was not giving off a good impression. Crawford immediately disliked him; he had reason to, the detective fairly reeked of laziness and a passion for women. "I'm Crawford."
"So you're the lawyer, eh?" Kudou gave him a skeptical look. "Aren't you a little too young, I thought all the lawyers now days were grey haired old farts."
Crawford ignored him and led him to a table to talk. "What information do you have?"
"Me?" Kudou pointed to himself and gave a laugh. "I have it all right here in this little envelope." He handed the envelope to Crawford. "Oh, there's a lot of information on that nasty little group. And let's just say it wasn't easy to get. There's no information at all on the kid's parents, looks like they just found him on the streets or something. There was no trace of info on his parents, so we can't do anything about that. He'll just have to go to a foster home or elsewhere until he's an adult." The blonde continued as Crawford flipped through the folder Kudou had handed him.
"Otherwise, there's plenty of evidence to support that Naoe Nagi might have been abused or forced into things he didn't want to. Also, he might have been dosed with unknown and untested chemicals and/or drugs." The detective concluded.
"So far, everything is correct or at least fits together with what Naoe-san told me yesterday when I visited him at the hospital." Crawford informed Kudou. He then proceeded to tell him what had happened and the condition of the boy in the hospital. They discussed the evidence a while longer and the case in general, then ended the meeting with plans for setting up the next one.
* * * * *
The meeting was not exactly a day in the park, but Crawford got what he wanted. They both had a mutual bit of unfriendliness towards each other, but decided to help each other to help Naoe-san. He massaged his temples. He was getting a headache. Now was the time to go home; it was after six, and Kudou had already left. Manx waved goodbye to him as he left, gathering files and going out the door.
Crawford felt tired, like he could just fall asleep if he closed his eyes . . . Not yet. He couldn't. Crawford had a sense of duty, and played the part of lawyer-like business man to the hilt. He saw after his work and responsibilities to the utmost of his power, well, the best he could do anyway. And no one was unsatisfied with his work yet.
And today he would go and check up on Naoe-san. No questions on the case, no business, just to seek his well-being and out of the goodness of Crawford's soul. Right. Bradley Crawford hardly did anything out of the goodness of his soul, he mostly did things for his ambitions and what was required of him. Since that was all he had to do, it was all he did. He didn't have time or money to waste (after all, time is money) on other people who just wouldn't care, or they would just do the same things they always did. Those people just ended up being in the same place again and again, whether it was the courtroom, prison, or something else entirely.
People would never change if something was comfortable for them, Crawford had learned. They lacked the self-motivation, and it was pathetic. Crawford had no use for people like that, and he considered them unworthy of his time. But Naoe-san certainly wasn't like that. He had a feeling Naoe-san could acclimate to any situation or place. Naoe-san intrigued him. And that made Crawford even more sure that he would win this case.
* * * * *
Crawford walked into the hospital towards Naoe-san's room, making sure to give a steely glare at each snobby nurse he saw. He crept into the room, not wanting to startle the teenager. He didn't bring Omi this time, he was just checking up on the boy. He also didn't want to disturb the light-brown haired teenager either. It was after all, nearly 6:45 p.m.
The law student closed the door quietly and faced the white, sterile hospital room to find Naoe-san . . . asleep. He sat down to observe the boy, noting he had gained just a tiny bit more weight, and his condition seemed to be the best the hospital could do at the current moment. But the boy was frowning as he slept, why was that? He settled backwards in his chair to think, closing his eyes for a moment of peace from the world.
* * * * *
Crawford snapped awake when he felt something hit his leg. He winced, not because of the hit, but because he really, really shouldn't have fallen asleep . . . He shouldn't even have closed his eyes. What's done is done, Crawford thought, mentally groaning and opened his eyes to -
-a mini whirlwind swirled throughout the pale hospital room. Objects had been picked up by the force of the wind, and they too, whirled about, as if dancing to a tune that only they could hear. At the center of it all lay a pale brown haired teenager, his sheets and blankets had been thrown aside. They were strewn across the bed and some of it had tumbled onto the floor, as if the boy had been thrashing about. But he lay still on the bed, not moving at all except that he was trembling without stop. And his eyes . . . his eyes were wide open and unblinking. His midnight blue orbs were glazed like he was seeing something far away, something that only he could see.
And all of it, all of it . . . was being done in complete and absolute silence. Not a sound could be heard, only the harsh sound of Crawford's breathing. He stared in fascination. It seemed so unreal. The whirlpool of objects surrounded only the bed, and nothing else was touched. Crawford shook himself out of his daze. He grabbed the closest thing he could find - a water pitcher floating just a few inches away, and poured it onto Naoe-san.
The teenager shuddered, then lay slack. All of the objects immediately dropped. The vase shattered, as did some of the others. Crawford quickly made sure no one had heard anything before returning to the room. He watched as Naoe-san blinked his way into the world of the living.
"Crawford-san. Wh-what happened?" Naoe-san asked as he sat up.
"Naoe-san, what were you dreaming of?" Crawford countered with a question of his own, looking sternly towards the boy.
"I . . . I can't remember." Naoe-san lowered his head, not looking at him.
"I came by to check on you, but I'll stop by again tomorrow with someone near your age." Crawford had a feeling that Naoe-san wasn't speaking very truthfully, but it would have to wait. He gave the teenager a look that said, 'you are going to explain all of this, but not tonight.' Crawford carefully cleaned the room up meticulously, and then turned to leave. "Oyasuminasai, Naoe-san."
Before he heard the door click, he heard, very faintly, a whispered, "Good night, Crawford-san." Then the door closed, hiding the mysterious boy from the world.
Crawford adjusted his glasses once more, and walked down to his car in the crisp night air. The area was quiet; there were only the sounds of nature. He knew what he had to do. This child, this teenager, he had to protect. He had to watch over this one. He had felt just the stirrings of kinship with the boy, and he knew it would not go away no matter how hard he suppressed it. Crawford would not lose Naoe Nagi, and he would not lose his case. It felt like his duty.
And Crawford lived for his duty and orders.
*End Chapter Two*
Authors Notes: Hope you liked! ;) Anyway, 01 is very lazy, so I have mostly done the work here. Bows amid cheers. Thank you! Sorry for the inconvenience, but we'll probably be updating randomly. I always do anyway . . . Oh, if you're a twin, tell us! It's cool to meet other twins. Anyway, thanks, and we'd better have 10 more reviews! Ahahaha! *sigh* I always have to do everything . . . I'm 02, by the way. Stupid twin . . . Sorry the chapter is shorter than the first. I tried to make it longer, honest. It'll be longer next time . . . or at least I'll try.
Reviewers:
Misura-san: Thanks! You practically review every single Weiß Kreuz fic out on ff.net! That's great! Thanks for reviewing and the compliments! Keep on writing!
ToudouHigiri-dan: Thanks for reviewing! Not much was said, but it spurred us on anyway!
Rikkali-san: Hmmm . . . I think we'll keep the identity of who Schu actually is until later . . . but, he WILL appear sometime later, maybe one or two, maybe even three chapters from now? Somewhere around there, I think? But he will NOT be some random person Brad meets on the street, that's for sure! Thanks for reviewing and the compliments!
TrenchcoatMan-san: I gotta say this first . . . cool name. I like it! Thanks for reviewing and the support, but most of all, you acknowledged both of us! I'm so happy!
Mayorie-san: Thanks so much for reviewing and scolding us! *cringes at glare* We're so sorry for not updating! But you gave us the motivation to put up the next chapter, a bit shorter tho it may be! Thanks for the compliments!
One last announcement, to make sure it's in your minds: TWINS WORK TOGETHER ON THIS FICCIE! Ok, just to clear it up, futagoakuma-tenshi02 did all the work this time, or most of it, and answered all the reviews! It's all thanks to me you got the next chapter! (big ego, yes I know . . . ) But this ficcie is posted on futagoakuma-tenshi01's account. Just to make sure you know!
baibaifutagoakuma-tenshi01 & 02
