Rain and Music Boxes | A Brief Respite
A Weiß Kreuz Fanfiction by Majokai Yukiko
Pairing: Crawford + Schuldich This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of Takehito Koyasu, Project Weiß and its associates.
A/N: For those who find the contents of this chapter familiar, it was from another fic of mine titled 'Pandora's Gift'. What happened was that somehow I lost all my writing notes for that chapter and I had no idea why I wrote what I wrote. So right now I'm tying the two stories together into one. Hope you don't mind.
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Flash Message
SZ-F.Agent eyes only
Subject: Operation Schwarz Message: Activate End of Message -- Log off--
18 September 1989, Friday 1443 hours Kiel, Germany
Frau Anna Heinrich stared at the young boy at the corner. The thinly clad figure shivered at a corner of the room, his long orange bangs fell down his forehead, covering part of his eyes. Emerald orbs overflowing with fear and sorrow as the boy pulled his legs closer to himself.
The house was in a pathetic state. The walls were yellowish with age; its paint was peeling off it. The cabin was made of old wood full of knotholes, which served to let in the cold or heat, or to let out their cold or heat- whichever way that would make them more miserable. The tin roof that had turned rusty almost a decade ago had a big hole in it, allowing the wooden floor to speed up its decaying process after the rainy days. The old stove stayed at a corner, choking out thick gray smoke in a desperate attempt to keep the house warm.
In the cabin where only two people were in, Chris Heinrich could hear his mother's thoughts clearly, as clear and as loud as it was like she had spoken it out loud herself.
Devil's spawn! Her mind screamed. 'Y do ya hafta be born'?
The young boy threw his hands over his ears, trying to block out the thoughts. But it had not helped at all. The curses, her curses.they were still there.
"'Y do ya hafta be born'? 'Y do ya hafta look so much lyk ya Papa?" Anna Heinrich yanked roughly at the orange hair to get the young boy up onto his feet. She looked sadly into those dark green eyes for a moment, finding her own eyes in them.
She could not understand what she had done wrong other than to find her way to the master's arms. He was rich, charming and had made so many promises to her. She was only a poor peasant woman. Was she wrong to have believed in those empty vows of love? Was she wrong to succumb to the master's seduction? She was only fifteen then, for God's sake. The Lord had been kind enough to bless her with the master's son. She believed that the master still had feelings for her, and that he would take in both mother and child. But life was never fair, if she had not realized it before, she had realized it now. Not only had the master threw them out, not only had her baby grew up to look like his father; Chris Heinrich was a devil! He was a freak that could communicate without moving his lips and a monster that could read her thoughts.
Demon!
Chris forced back the tears that threaten to fall. "Sorry, moth-" Pa! He was thrown back onto the floor again.
"Don't haf ya talking lyk yar father, lyk yar all might' an' rich! Poor folks lyk us talk lyk mi, ya hear?!" With that, Anna Heinrich started for the door.
"Where are you going, mami?"
"Out!" This time, she had not bothered to correct him.
Chris looked at the thin blanket on the big brass bed quietly. Slowly, he wrapped the tattered piece of cloth around himself and willed himself to sleep. Maybe tomorrow, things would change for the better. Maybe his mother could learn to love him. Maybe.maybe.
He kept praying.
***
21 September 1989, Monday 1740 hours Kiel, Germany
Jade eyes flashed in pure anger and hatred as Chris wiped the mud off his face.
"My mami says that Anna Heinrich is a whore! Bastard child! Bastard child!" The boys laughed. Despite the rain, Chris could hear them loud and clear, as well as those who had just walked past.
Was that the Heinrich boy the kids are beating up? Who's his father anyway?
The oldest boy of the group picked him up by the collar, examining his face before putting on a smug grin on his face.
"But a beautiful one nevertheless." With that, he pressed his lips roughly onto Chris's lips, bruising the pale pink flesh.
Let go of me, you disgusting jerk. Chris cursed mentally, only to be dropped back onto the muddy ground.
"What's wrong, Jed?" Someone from the group asked, but he was answered with the petrified look on Jed's face.
"I.heard him." Chris felt his boy tensed up while he forcefully formed a smirk on his lips. No, please don't let it be.
Devil's spawn!
Child of Satan!
Freak!
Monster!
"SHUT UP!!!" The young boy scrambled up onto his feet and ran into the darkness.
***
Flash Message
SZ-R.Dept Eyes only Subject: Operation Schwarz Message: Mastermind spotted End of Message -- Log off--
21 September 1989, Monday 1816 hours Kiel, Germany
It was not after at least half an hour before he found the young German boy sitting all by himself on an old swing in a forgotten playground. Chris looked up when he approached.
"Hi, am I disturbing you?" The stranger asked, taking a seat on the swing next to Chris.
"Would it do any good if I say yes?" The redhead answered without looking at the stranger. "Who are you?"
The stranger swept his dark bangs from his forehead and smiled good- naturedly.
"You are a mind-reader, can't you just tell?" Chris snapped his head around sharply, eyes spilling with hatred before it dissolved into a look of vulnerability.
"I can't read your thoughts like I could with others, not that I want to anyway." Chris turned back and closed his eyes in resignation. "But you are American, aren't you? Could tell that from your accent."
"Yeah, I'm on holiday with my parents and just wandered off on my own."
"You're lying."
The American child sat there, stunned for a moment before smiling again. "Yeah. I am."
"What's your name?"
"Me? Brad Crawford."
"Chris Heinrich." Brad stood up suddenly, walked towards the other boy and gave him a kiss on the lips. It was a clumsy boyish kiss, but unexpectedly, there was a sense of security that came with it, unlike the forced one he had received just less than an hour ago.
"I've gotta find my parents. See ya around!" Brad gave a lop-sided grin and ran away, leaving behind the other boy who was now tracing the strange warmth on his lips. For the first time in his life, Chris Heinrich gave a real smile.
For the first time in his life, he felt loved.
+End of A Brief Respite+ +Continue to Chapter 5+
A Weiß Kreuz Fanfiction by Majokai Yukiko
Pairing: Crawford + Schuldich This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of Takehito Koyasu, Project Weiß and its associates.
A/N: For those who find the contents of this chapter familiar, it was from another fic of mine titled 'Pandora's Gift'. What happened was that somehow I lost all my writing notes for that chapter and I had no idea why I wrote what I wrote. So right now I'm tying the two stories together into one. Hope you don't mind.
---
Flash Message
SZ-F.Agent eyes only
Subject: Operation Schwarz Message: Activate End of Message -- Log off--
18 September 1989, Friday 1443 hours Kiel, Germany
Frau Anna Heinrich stared at the young boy at the corner. The thinly clad figure shivered at a corner of the room, his long orange bangs fell down his forehead, covering part of his eyes. Emerald orbs overflowing with fear and sorrow as the boy pulled his legs closer to himself.
The house was in a pathetic state. The walls were yellowish with age; its paint was peeling off it. The cabin was made of old wood full of knotholes, which served to let in the cold or heat, or to let out their cold or heat- whichever way that would make them more miserable. The tin roof that had turned rusty almost a decade ago had a big hole in it, allowing the wooden floor to speed up its decaying process after the rainy days. The old stove stayed at a corner, choking out thick gray smoke in a desperate attempt to keep the house warm.
In the cabin where only two people were in, Chris Heinrich could hear his mother's thoughts clearly, as clear and as loud as it was like she had spoken it out loud herself.
Devil's spawn! Her mind screamed. 'Y do ya hafta be born'?
The young boy threw his hands over his ears, trying to block out the thoughts. But it had not helped at all. The curses, her curses.they were still there.
"'Y do ya hafta be born'? 'Y do ya hafta look so much lyk ya Papa?" Anna Heinrich yanked roughly at the orange hair to get the young boy up onto his feet. She looked sadly into those dark green eyes for a moment, finding her own eyes in them.
She could not understand what she had done wrong other than to find her way to the master's arms. He was rich, charming and had made so many promises to her. She was only a poor peasant woman. Was she wrong to have believed in those empty vows of love? Was she wrong to succumb to the master's seduction? She was only fifteen then, for God's sake. The Lord had been kind enough to bless her with the master's son. She believed that the master still had feelings for her, and that he would take in both mother and child. But life was never fair, if she had not realized it before, she had realized it now. Not only had the master threw them out, not only had her baby grew up to look like his father; Chris Heinrich was a devil! He was a freak that could communicate without moving his lips and a monster that could read her thoughts.
Demon!
Chris forced back the tears that threaten to fall. "Sorry, moth-" Pa! He was thrown back onto the floor again.
"Don't haf ya talking lyk yar father, lyk yar all might' an' rich! Poor folks lyk us talk lyk mi, ya hear?!" With that, Anna Heinrich started for the door.
"Where are you going, mami?"
"Out!" This time, she had not bothered to correct him.
Chris looked at the thin blanket on the big brass bed quietly. Slowly, he wrapped the tattered piece of cloth around himself and willed himself to sleep. Maybe tomorrow, things would change for the better. Maybe his mother could learn to love him. Maybe.maybe.
He kept praying.
***
21 September 1989, Monday 1740 hours Kiel, Germany
Jade eyes flashed in pure anger and hatred as Chris wiped the mud off his face.
"My mami says that Anna Heinrich is a whore! Bastard child! Bastard child!" The boys laughed. Despite the rain, Chris could hear them loud and clear, as well as those who had just walked past.
Was that the Heinrich boy the kids are beating up? Who's his father anyway?
The oldest boy of the group picked him up by the collar, examining his face before putting on a smug grin on his face.
"But a beautiful one nevertheless." With that, he pressed his lips roughly onto Chris's lips, bruising the pale pink flesh.
Let go of me, you disgusting jerk. Chris cursed mentally, only to be dropped back onto the muddy ground.
"What's wrong, Jed?" Someone from the group asked, but he was answered with the petrified look on Jed's face.
"I.heard him." Chris felt his boy tensed up while he forcefully formed a smirk on his lips. No, please don't let it be.
Devil's spawn!
Child of Satan!
Freak!
Monster!
"SHUT UP!!!" The young boy scrambled up onto his feet and ran into the darkness.
***
Flash Message
SZ-R.Dept Eyes only Subject: Operation Schwarz Message: Mastermind spotted End of Message -- Log off--
21 September 1989, Monday 1816 hours Kiel, Germany
It was not after at least half an hour before he found the young German boy sitting all by himself on an old swing in a forgotten playground. Chris looked up when he approached.
"Hi, am I disturbing you?" The stranger asked, taking a seat on the swing next to Chris.
"Would it do any good if I say yes?" The redhead answered without looking at the stranger. "Who are you?"
The stranger swept his dark bangs from his forehead and smiled good- naturedly.
"You are a mind-reader, can't you just tell?" Chris snapped his head around sharply, eyes spilling with hatred before it dissolved into a look of vulnerability.
"I can't read your thoughts like I could with others, not that I want to anyway." Chris turned back and closed his eyes in resignation. "But you are American, aren't you? Could tell that from your accent."
"Yeah, I'm on holiday with my parents and just wandered off on my own."
"You're lying."
The American child sat there, stunned for a moment before smiling again. "Yeah. I am."
"What's your name?"
"Me? Brad Crawford."
"Chris Heinrich." Brad stood up suddenly, walked towards the other boy and gave him a kiss on the lips. It was a clumsy boyish kiss, but unexpectedly, there was a sense of security that came with it, unlike the forced one he had received just less than an hour ago.
"I've gotta find my parents. See ya around!" Brad gave a lop-sided grin and ran away, leaving behind the other boy who was now tracing the strange warmth on his lips. For the first time in his life, Chris Heinrich gave a real smile.
For the first time in his life, he felt loved.
+End of A Brief Respite+ +Continue to Chapter 5+