JacquesA: WHAT?! NO REVIEWS?! This is unbelievable!
JacquesB: It's all thanks to your bad writing.
JacquesA: What did you say?! I would be careful if I were you otherwise I might write this next chapter for you!
JacquesB: No No! I was only kidding! Besides Jackie-sama already said I could write this chapter.
JacquesA: Then hurry up and write the stupid thing!
JacquesB: I will I will! But first I need to say the disclaimer. Basically to prevent Jackie-sama from getting sued I have to say this.....Jackie-sama does not own Weiss. ::sigh:: Also anything written in ~here~ is in the mind. Well then I better start writing before I piss the meany wieny JacquesA off again.
JacquesA: I heard that!
Schwarz Sie Läufer
Chapter 5- Dies ist der Tag, den das weiße Licht ausgelöscht ist
Darkness everywhere. Somebody would have mistaken it for death had they known better. It wasn't death. It was just dark. Dark and cold. Yes, cold. Cold as ice. Colder than ice. No windows, no vents, no nothing except for a small door and a few chains that hung on the wall. Nothing was in there. That is for awhile.
BAAM! The small door slammed open and in came two figures, one small and one big. The big figure was carrying something. The big figure was carrying someone. Immediately, the big figure put the chains around the lifeless body, making sure to leave bruises as he did so.
"Time to wake up, little one," the big figure sneered as he hit is prisoner. Slowly the prisoner started to rouse. The other small figure just stood by and watched the scene.
"Where, where the hell am I?" The prisoner spoke softly but knew very well that he was in a location of discomfort. Pained surged through his body while his mind was still hazy from being drugged. Had he become another victim?
"With us, Schwarz," Bradley Crawford spat right in Omi's face with a look of pleasure. Brad had already foreseen this. He had already foreseen Weiss falling for a fake target, trying to come up with a plan to get rid of the tomorrow of the evil beast. What fools! This was all so easily done. All they needed was a little help from Kazumi-chan...
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RING RING! Dammit! Aya had just finished giving Kazumi her dinner. All he wanted to do was be with her the rest of the night. So just why did the damn phone have to ring?
"What?" Aya yelled into the receiver.
"Aya? Is that you? It's Manx!"
"Manx?!"
"Yes I have just received an urgent call from your other team members. I tried to contact them back, but they never picked up! You need to get over there, NOW!"
Dammit! Aya really didn't want to have to deal with this now! Just for once could the rest of his team do a mission without him? No, no. He still cared for them. Deeply. Sometimes he wished that they could all just live together without ever having to worry. Not having to worry about Weiss. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't just leave Kazumi there! Maybe he could take her with...NO! Her hands aren't stained with blood. Aya never wanted Kazumi's hands to be stained with blood. She just reminded him to much of his damn sweet and innocent little sister. She was able to bring the memory of Aya-chan back alive again in Ran's heart. Ran couldn't leave her. What the hell was he going to do?
"Kazumi-chan?"
"Hai, Aya-kun?"
"I have to go out for a while. Are you going to be okay by ourselves?"
"Aya-kun?" Kazumi's eyes were filled with tears of guilt. She just couldn't help but think about her deeds of betrayal. She knew where Aya was really going. She knew he was walking straight into a trap. Kazumi didn't want that to happen! She felt the pain in the poor man's heart. But then, if Aya didn't leave, his friends would surely die! What to do? What to do! "Can I come with you?"
"NANI?!" Aya couldn't let her come with! He wouldn't want to see the death of his sister...again.
"Please, I really don't want to be by myself."
"Sure you can come," ~What the hell am I saying?!~ Aya thought to himself, "Let me just get a few things first," meaning his katana of death.
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"Bastards! Just what the hell were you planning to do!"
"My, my, aren't we touchy! We, Schwarz, wanted to kill you, Weiss. Of course it will be a slow painful death for all of you."
Omi was in a state of panic. They already had him, but where were the others? Had they fallen into the black hands of Schwarz too? No! No! That just didn't seem right!
"Look at him," came a small hardly used voice, "He looks so pathetic. What happened to his girly clothes that we captured him with?"
"Nagi, are you getting dirty ideas into your head?" Crawford snickered. He just loved the little boy's taste, "Or didn't you have enough fun with me last night?"
Omi shot his eyes straight to Crawford at this remark. Just what kind of sick bastards were these people? But hadn't he forgotten about Nagi's comment? If he came in wearing drag, then just what was he wearing now? Looking down, Omi realized that he was practically nude! (Now, now you dirty hentai's! Omi still had his boxers on!)
"Ha ha! I think he just realized what he was-or should I say lack of- wearing!" Omi couldn't take this anymore! After giving Mr. Crawford a glare full of hatred, Omi spat in the guys face. "You're going to pay for that brat!" Crawford became immediately enraged and started punching, punching, kicking, and punching the blonde over and over and over.
"Bastard!" Omi spat in Crawford's face again. Crawford's rage scorched to its maximum heat erupting like a volcano. Crawford was just about to go in for another punch before...
"Stop!"
"Nagi?"
"Don't you think there is a better way of torturing him? I mean just look at him.....he looks so delicious..." at this point Nagi had already begun licking his lips and was about to undo his pants.
Idiot Nagi! All that did was get Crawford even madder. "Nagi! If you want to screw the kid so badly you are just going to have to wait till I'm done with him!" Crawford was actually hurt from Nagi's last comment...he thought he was the only one Nagi wanted to screw around with.
"By the time you're done with him, he'll be dead!"
"Your point?" Omi's face of vengeance turned into a face of fear. He knew that his minutes were numbered, but he just couldn't help but think about what was happening with the other three members of Weiss. Oh, how he wished that they would be safe! Omi really didn't care if he died, but he really didn't want Ken-kun, Yohji-kun, and even Aya-kun to come to their deaths too. There must be something that could be done!
"Oh? Has the prisoner finally tasted the thought of fear? I can see it in your eyes! Nagi! I don't think the punching is doing anything. Bring me a knife."
"Yes Crawford," Nagi was really irritated with Bradley know and Bradley knew because Nagi had called him by his last name. Nagi was tired of having to do these stupid errands for Crawford, but he knew that in order to have any fun with Omi, he would be better doing what he was told. "Here's one of Farfarello's knifes. I think you'll find it quite amusing."
"Thank you, Nagi," Crawford smirked turning away from Nagi and toward Omi. Omi's blue eyes of fear grew wider at the site of the knife Crawford was holding. At first it looked like any regular dagger, but when you looked closer you could see little hooks inside the blade along with dabs of poison on each tip. Crawford advanced slowly while Omi tried tried tried his best to get away from the weapon. "I just love it when they squirm! Nagi-kins? Can you please try and hold him down for me?" Immediately Omi's struggling seemed to cease, but his eyes remained as fearful as ever. "Where should a strike first? The back, the face? Nagi-kins, you choose."
"I always wanted to see an angel with wings." Nagi knew if he didn't respond that Crawford would probably go for Omi's sensitive area, and Nagi still wanted to have fun with him.
"As you wish," Crawford then turned back to Omi. Omi eyes shut tightly as pain surged through his back and into his blood. Omi could easily feel the blood dripping from two newly formed scars dripping his blood drop by drop. The poison from the blade caused Omi's vision to blur and his stomach to ache like the knife had actually stabbed him there. Omi wanted so badly to just fall over unconscious, but something was preventing him to do so. "Don't even think if trying to die yet. I'm guessing Nagi still wants him fun with you. And I'm sure you won't be able to die just yet with Farfarello's knife. Farfarello goes through each one of his knifes carefully making sure that they do the maximum amount of torture. Pleasant isn't it?"
"Dammit..." Omi wanted so badly to curse the American, to go and rip out his throat! But he couldn't. He was held there. He was held there by chains, a blade, and pain.
A few seconds later Omi was able to get himself to look up. CREAK! The door had opened again. One fiery red figure came in smirking, "Guten Tag Bradley! Not having too much fun without me?"
"Waiting to save the best for you," Crawford then looked from Schultig to Omi and gave him another bone shattering kick right in the stomach. He was enjoying this so much! Now that Schultig was here, that meant that Siberian and Balinese had to be brought in too. Crawford had easily foreseen this day! This is the day that the white light is extinguished! "Did you bring them?"
"Of course! Farfarello is just making sure that the other two Katzchen don't wake up before they see their friend in agony." Schultig's grinned widened as he caught site of the already beaten bloody figure. ~Looks like Bradley really did get to have some fun. Now it's my turn~
~Just don't have too much fun. Nagi still wants to have his fun with him too.~ Crawford replied mentally to the telepath. Crawford still couldn't understand just why Nagi wanted to screw the brat so badly. However, Crawford still wanted to screw Nagi later tonight, and there was no way that was going to happen if Nagi didn't get what he wanted now.
"Don't worry. My kind of torture is all up here." Schultig said pointing to his brain. Omi couldn't possibly think what that meant. Whatever it was though, Omi already thought it was working. "Farfarello! Do you still have my pets?"
Suddenly the room was filled with screams coming what you would normally think the madman, but was actually from Omi, "KEN-KUN! YOHJI-KUN!" Three more people had entered the room. The Irishman was easily identifiable. What the Irishman-or more like who the Irishman was carrying looked like two pincushions.
"They're not dead," Farfarello said with a hoarse and evil-sounding voice, "If I only killed them, than I wouldn't have hurt God! I just simply stabbed them in places that caused intense pain but were not vital. I hope you don't mind."
Omi's tears have created a puddle all around him mixed with his blood. He just couldn't bear to look at his fellow teammates but some invisible force was keeping him from closing his eyes. Was it Nagi or was it himself? Omi really couldn't fucking care less! He continued to watch wide-eyed as Ken and Yohji were tied to the chains while the knifes were pulled out of them one by one.
"Good job, Farfarello! Couldn't have done a better job myself! I'm sure that God is at his wits end with you! And look! The Katzchen are stirring! Now we only have to wait for one more..."
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TBC
JacquesB: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am soooooo evil!
JacquesA: ::smacks JacquesB in the head::
JacquesB: Hey what was that for?!
JacquesA: Baka! You write an Omi torture chapter and don't even include any lemon? And what the hell is with the BradXNagi thing anyway?! BAKA! Jackie-sama is NOT going to like this!
JacquesB: Well, sorry! I thought the BradXNagi thing was a good idea! Besides I didn't think Jackie-sama would appreciate the lemon.
Jackie: JacquesB, you did such a good job! You should write the next chapter too!
JacquesA: WHAT?! How can Jackie-sama actually like this? What the hell is going on here?
Jackie: JacquesB just gave me a really good idea for a sequel! But alas! We must finish this one first! It's a good thing JacquesB didn't anything too bad otherwise I may have had to change the rating, and I just really don't want to do that. I feel like I should after some of the things going on in this chapter, but I'm not going to worry about it until I get any flames.
JacquesA: So is JacquesB really going to get to write the next chapter too?
Jackie: We'll see.
JacquesA: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JacquesB: It's all thanks to your bad writing.
JacquesA: What did you say?! I would be careful if I were you otherwise I might write this next chapter for you!
JacquesB: No No! I was only kidding! Besides Jackie-sama already said I could write this chapter.
JacquesA: Then hurry up and write the stupid thing!
JacquesB: I will I will! But first I need to say the disclaimer. Basically to prevent Jackie-sama from getting sued I have to say this.....Jackie-sama does not own Weiss. ::sigh:: Also anything written in ~here~ is in the mind. Well then I better start writing before I piss the meany wieny JacquesA off again.
JacquesA: I heard that!
Schwarz Sie Läufer
Chapter 5- Dies ist der Tag, den das weiße Licht ausgelöscht ist
Darkness everywhere. Somebody would have mistaken it for death had they known better. It wasn't death. It was just dark. Dark and cold. Yes, cold. Cold as ice. Colder than ice. No windows, no vents, no nothing except for a small door and a few chains that hung on the wall. Nothing was in there. That is for awhile.
BAAM! The small door slammed open and in came two figures, one small and one big. The big figure was carrying something. The big figure was carrying someone. Immediately, the big figure put the chains around the lifeless body, making sure to leave bruises as he did so.
"Time to wake up, little one," the big figure sneered as he hit is prisoner. Slowly the prisoner started to rouse. The other small figure just stood by and watched the scene.
"Where, where the hell am I?" The prisoner spoke softly but knew very well that he was in a location of discomfort. Pained surged through his body while his mind was still hazy from being drugged. Had he become another victim?
"With us, Schwarz," Bradley Crawford spat right in Omi's face with a look of pleasure. Brad had already foreseen this. He had already foreseen Weiss falling for a fake target, trying to come up with a plan to get rid of the tomorrow of the evil beast. What fools! This was all so easily done. All they needed was a little help from Kazumi-chan...
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RING RING! Dammit! Aya had just finished giving Kazumi her dinner. All he wanted to do was be with her the rest of the night. So just why did the damn phone have to ring?
"What?" Aya yelled into the receiver.
"Aya? Is that you? It's Manx!"
"Manx?!"
"Yes I have just received an urgent call from your other team members. I tried to contact them back, but they never picked up! You need to get over there, NOW!"
Dammit! Aya really didn't want to have to deal with this now! Just for once could the rest of his team do a mission without him? No, no. He still cared for them. Deeply. Sometimes he wished that they could all just live together without ever having to worry. Not having to worry about Weiss. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't just leave Kazumi there! Maybe he could take her with...NO! Her hands aren't stained with blood. Aya never wanted Kazumi's hands to be stained with blood. She just reminded him to much of his damn sweet and innocent little sister. She was able to bring the memory of Aya-chan back alive again in Ran's heart. Ran couldn't leave her. What the hell was he going to do?
"Kazumi-chan?"
"Hai, Aya-kun?"
"I have to go out for a while. Are you going to be okay by ourselves?"
"Aya-kun?" Kazumi's eyes were filled with tears of guilt. She just couldn't help but think about her deeds of betrayal. She knew where Aya was really going. She knew he was walking straight into a trap. Kazumi didn't want that to happen! She felt the pain in the poor man's heart. But then, if Aya didn't leave, his friends would surely die! What to do? What to do! "Can I come with you?"
"NANI?!" Aya couldn't let her come with! He wouldn't want to see the death of his sister...again.
"Please, I really don't want to be by myself."
"Sure you can come," ~What the hell am I saying?!~ Aya thought to himself, "Let me just get a few things first," meaning his katana of death.
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"Bastards! Just what the hell were you planning to do!"
"My, my, aren't we touchy! We, Schwarz, wanted to kill you, Weiss. Of course it will be a slow painful death for all of you."
Omi was in a state of panic. They already had him, but where were the others? Had they fallen into the black hands of Schwarz too? No! No! That just didn't seem right!
"Look at him," came a small hardly used voice, "He looks so pathetic. What happened to his girly clothes that we captured him with?"
"Nagi, are you getting dirty ideas into your head?" Crawford snickered. He just loved the little boy's taste, "Or didn't you have enough fun with me last night?"
Omi shot his eyes straight to Crawford at this remark. Just what kind of sick bastards were these people? But hadn't he forgotten about Nagi's comment? If he came in wearing drag, then just what was he wearing now? Looking down, Omi realized that he was practically nude! (Now, now you dirty hentai's! Omi still had his boxers on!)
"Ha ha! I think he just realized what he was-or should I say lack of- wearing!" Omi couldn't take this anymore! After giving Mr. Crawford a glare full of hatred, Omi spat in the guys face. "You're going to pay for that brat!" Crawford became immediately enraged and started punching, punching, kicking, and punching the blonde over and over and over.
"Bastard!" Omi spat in Crawford's face again. Crawford's rage scorched to its maximum heat erupting like a volcano. Crawford was just about to go in for another punch before...
"Stop!"
"Nagi?"
"Don't you think there is a better way of torturing him? I mean just look at him.....he looks so delicious..." at this point Nagi had already begun licking his lips and was about to undo his pants.
Idiot Nagi! All that did was get Crawford even madder. "Nagi! If you want to screw the kid so badly you are just going to have to wait till I'm done with him!" Crawford was actually hurt from Nagi's last comment...he thought he was the only one Nagi wanted to screw around with.
"By the time you're done with him, he'll be dead!"
"Your point?" Omi's face of vengeance turned into a face of fear. He knew that his minutes were numbered, but he just couldn't help but think about what was happening with the other three members of Weiss. Oh, how he wished that they would be safe! Omi really didn't care if he died, but he really didn't want Ken-kun, Yohji-kun, and even Aya-kun to come to their deaths too. There must be something that could be done!
"Oh? Has the prisoner finally tasted the thought of fear? I can see it in your eyes! Nagi! I don't think the punching is doing anything. Bring me a knife."
"Yes Crawford," Nagi was really irritated with Bradley know and Bradley knew because Nagi had called him by his last name. Nagi was tired of having to do these stupid errands for Crawford, but he knew that in order to have any fun with Omi, he would be better doing what he was told. "Here's one of Farfarello's knifes. I think you'll find it quite amusing."
"Thank you, Nagi," Crawford smirked turning away from Nagi and toward Omi. Omi's blue eyes of fear grew wider at the site of the knife Crawford was holding. At first it looked like any regular dagger, but when you looked closer you could see little hooks inside the blade along with dabs of poison on each tip. Crawford advanced slowly while Omi tried tried tried his best to get away from the weapon. "I just love it when they squirm! Nagi-kins? Can you please try and hold him down for me?" Immediately Omi's struggling seemed to cease, but his eyes remained as fearful as ever. "Where should a strike first? The back, the face? Nagi-kins, you choose."
"I always wanted to see an angel with wings." Nagi knew if he didn't respond that Crawford would probably go for Omi's sensitive area, and Nagi still wanted to have fun with him.
"As you wish," Crawford then turned back to Omi. Omi eyes shut tightly as pain surged through his back and into his blood. Omi could easily feel the blood dripping from two newly formed scars dripping his blood drop by drop. The poison from the blade caused Omi's vision to blur and his stomach to ache like the knife had actually stabbed him there. Omi wanted so badly to just fall over unconscious, but something was preventing him to do so. "Don't even think if trying to die yet. I'm guessing Nagi still wants him fun with you. And I'm sure you won't be able to die just yet with Farfarello's knife. Farfarello goes through each one of his knifes carefully making sure that they do the maximum amount of torture. Pleasant isn't it?"
"Dammit..." Omi wanted so badly to curse the American, to go and rip out his throat! But he couldn't. He was held there. He was held there by chains, a blade, and pain.
A few seconds later Omi was able to get himself to look up. CREAK! The door had opened again. One fiery red figure came in smirking, "Guten Tag Bradley! Not having too much fun without me?"
"Waiting to save the best for you," Crawford then looked from Schultig to Omi and gave him another bone shattering kick right in the stomach. He was enjoying this so much! Now that Schultig was here, that meant that Siberian and Balinese had to be brought in too. Crawford had easily foreseen this day! This is the day that the white light is extinguished! "Did you bring them?"
"Of course! Farfarello is just making sure that the other two Katzchen don't wake up before they see their friend in agony." Schultig's grinned widened as he caught site of the already beaten bloody figure. ~Looks like Bradley really did get to have some fun. Now it's my turn~
~Just don't have too much fun. Nagi still wants to have his fun with him too.~ Crawford replied mentally to the telepath. Crawford still couldn't understand just why Nagi wanted to screw the brat so badly. However, Crawford still wanted to screw Nagi later tonight, and there was no way that was going to happen if Nagi didn't get what he wanted now.
"Don't worry. My kind of torture is all up here." Schultig said pointing to his brain. Omi couldn't possibly think what that meant. Whatever it was though, Omi already thought it was working. "Farfarello! Do you still have my pets?"
Suddenly the room was filled with screams coming what you would normally think the madman, but was actually from Omi, "KEN-KUN! YOHJI-KUN!" Three more people had entered the room. The Irishman was easily identifiable. What the Irishman-or more like who the Irishman was carrying looked like two pincushions.
"They're not dead," Farfarello said with a hoarse and evil-sounding voice, "If I only killed them, than I wouldn't have hurt God! I just simply stabbed them in places that caused intense pain but were not vital. I hope you don't mind."
Omi's tears have created a puddle all around him mixed with his blood. He just couldn't bear to look at his fellow teammates but some invisible force was keeping him from closing his eyes. Was it Nagi or was it himself? Omi really couldn't fucking care less! He continued to watch wide-eyed as Ken and Yohji were tied to the chains while the knifes were pulled out of them one by one.
"Good job, Farfarello! Couldn't have done a better job myself! I'm sure that God is at his wits end with you! And look! The Katzchen are stirring! Now we only have to wait for one more..."
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TBC
JacquesB: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am soooooo evil!
JacquesA: ::smacks JacquesB in the head::
JacquesB: Hey what was that for?!
JacquesA: Baka! You write an Omi torture chapter and don't even include any lemon? And what the hell is with the BradXNagi thing anyway?! BAKA! Jackie-sama is NOT going to like this!
JacquesB: Well, sorry! I thought the BradXNagi thing was a good idea! Besides I didn't think Jackie-sama would appreciate the lemon.
Jackie: JacquesB, you did such a good job! You should write the next chapter too!
JacquesA: WHAT?! How can Jackie-sama actually like this? What the hell is going on here?
Jackie: JacquesB just gave me a really good idea for a sequel! But alas! We must finish this one first! It's a good thing JacquesB didn't anything too bad otherwise I may have had to change the rating, and I just really don't want to do that. I feel like I should after some of the things going on in this chapter, but I'm not going to worry about it until I get any flames.
JacquesA: So is JacquesB really going to get to write the next chapter too?
Jackie: We'll see.
JacquesA: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
