Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss. (As usual)
A/N: wow! You guys actually like it! *Hugs new friends* Thank you! Any ways, I'm still deciding about JT's mother, but you'll hear more of her later. Yeah I agree, they look so much better young, Gluhen totally sucked in my opinion, so lets just pretend that by some magic force they kept their good looks. No oldness, just maturity. Hmm, how would Youji know? Gehehe, yaoiness in thought. But back to the story! Thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 3: Catnapped
It was dark, cold, a typical morning getting up at the crack of dawn to be ready for school. His feet were freezing, in Youji's haste to get him to bed last night he had forgotten to put socks on. Scrunching up into a ball more he felt tightness in his chest, like he had been punched very hard. Opening his eyes he thought for a mere minute he was still dreaming. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes he quickly realized he wasn't.
"Whoa!"
JT sat up in his bed, sitting erect, shaking nervously. Last time he had checked his room was white with a desk and flowers around the bed, not cold, wet, and concrete. He pulled the dirty blanket he had been sleeping on around his shoulders, trying to remain warm. Just as he noticed the window and thought of trying to crawl out of it he heard voices.
"He's awake now."
"Good, now we can talk."
The large metal door that kept him trapped swung open, bright orange light striking him painfully in the eyes. Shielding himself from the brightness, one of the men walked in and knelt down in front of him. Looking into his face he realized he had seen him before.
"Its you, the guy with the strange voice."
From the doorway Brad scoffed. "If I were you I wouldn't be making jokes. Not now at least."
"Joke?" JT looked confused.
"He wasn't making a crack, Bradley, he was being himself. I've talked to him before, believe me he isn't all there." The German spoke to him through his mind.
"Fine, just bring him out here and get on with it."
Walking away, following the very serious man, Schuldig left JT sitting on the floor. When he reached the door he stopped and looked back.
"Are you coming?" he asked.
Jumping up immediately JT followed, making a soothed noise when his feet met carpet. As he was being lead around to a point unknown he noticed a lot of strange things about this house, or apartment, or where ever he was. One was the vast amount of knives and other sharp objects that lay scattered around, another was the numerous bloodstains on the carpet and walls.
His stomach began to tighten, feeling afraid and wondering what would happen to him. Reading his thoughts Schuldig smiled and spoke.
"We're not going to hurt you if that's what you're thinking, we just want to assess your abilities, that's all. After that you're free to go back to your precious flower shop. Is that what you want?"
JT gulped, he didn't quite like the idea of someone in his head other than himself...and himself. Shaking his head 'yes' he continued to walk silently until they came to a halt in front of a padlocked door. As Brad was undoing it he couldn't resist the urge to lean over and try and peek at what was inside.
He didn't see anything, but he would be glad of that in a single second. Crawford went into the room, and then there was the sound of loud shuffling. Finally he signaled Schuldig to enter.
"Come on, nothing will happen to you."
At the boy's hesitation the German grabbed his arm and dragged him into the room, shutting the door behind them. Standing there JT saw what he had only heard before.
There was a man, badly beaten up with bandages allover his body, stooping as if in pain, looking at him menacingly. He gulped again, suddenly afraid. The man no longer looked hurt, but rather hungry.
"Now, you're test will be to fight Farfarello. If you manage to 'win' then congrats to you and you can go home."
"And if I don't win?" the boy squeaked.
"You die."
"Die?!" he shouted, shaking violently and trying to struggle from the vice grip the orange haired man had on him. Before he knew what had happened JT was flung over to Farfarello and was being mauled, his skin being crushed and beaten and ripped.
In his own defense all he could do was kick and scream and tug at the man's short gray hair. When he had finally given up hope he felt a sharp pain in his side, like something very sharp had just entered him very deep. Cringing, he suddenly shouted out, in which he won the battle.
Farfarello was thrown back, against the hard wall, falling to the ground in slight pain. Slight pain for him, unbearable for others. JT was writhing and cursing, swallowing hard breaths of air. It was very obvious who had won, even if he was lying there dying.
"I see, that's very interesting." Brad pushed his glasses up and smiled. "You can take him home now. Now that we know what it is he can do he can leave. Just don't let Weiss know."
"Won't he tell them?" Schuldig asked, looking over to the boy.
"Not if he wants to live."
He looked again at the wriggling teen, agony clearly expressed. Sighing he nodded, then smirked.
"Poor kitten, he'll be just as much fun to play with as his father was."
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"JT! Time for school! Come on, get up!"
Ken rolled his eyes at the lack of sound coming from up the steps. Climbing them softly he went to stand outside the boy's room. He knocked and called again. When he heard no movement or noise at all he began to panic. Forcing the door open he saw what he feared; an empty bed.
Rushing down the stairs to the shop he rammed into Aya, knocking him down. Youji looked up, yawned, then went back to trying to take a catnap. Picking himself up Ken grabbed a hold of the red head and shook him.
"He's gone! JT is gone! They took him!"
"What?"
"He's not in his room! Schwartz got to him! He's gone!"
Aya began to think, calmly and collectively. However his panicking comrade was not helping him. Youji had perked up to hear and was now staring intensely at the two of them. Aya was obviously trying to plan something, however Ken didn't seem to be helping, running in circles and yelling. Finally Aya had had enough.
"Shut up will you?!"
With a swift punch to the gut Ken was on his knees, silent again. Getting up Youji examined his friend, then looked to the other.
"He's right. If JT is missing that means Schwartz got to him, like they promised. We have to go and find them. It's the only way we'll get him back."
With a stern look the red head nodded his head, then opened his piercing violet eyes. Just as they were about to leave the shop, a faint knocking caught their attention. Ken stood back up, suddenly alarmed.
"Its them." He said. "They're challenging us, let me get my claw."
Stopping him Aya went to the door. He inspected it then, cautiously, opened it. What he found sitting there, waiting for him was something he would not have expected.
"Uncle Aya...help me. It hurts real bad."
And with those short, small words, the teen collapsed unconscious and bleeding leaving a lovely large spot on their white doorstep. Picking him up Aya quickly took him down to their basement, then instructed the others.
"Ken, you call Kritiker, tell them we need a doctor sent here right away, and Youji, get a towel, we need to put pressure on the wound so it will stop bleeding."
The two set about their work instantly, doing all they could to make sure their youngest wouldn't die. Sitting there, letting the blood of his co- worker and charge soak onto him a sudden new emotion flared inside of Aya. Looking down on the child he realized he cared for him, not just slightly but almost as much as he did his sister.
Fisting his spare hand he swore to get revenge for this incident. And sitting there, listening to the youths strained and scattered breathing, a small tear escaped him, falling onto his hand, mixing with the blood already there.
Somewhere, somewhere dark, a figure sat, hunched over, whispering to himself. Hiding in an old worn cloak he muttered over and over to himself. Sitting there, he plucked a flowers petals, reciting in a sing song voice,
"Flowers and kittens, flowers and kittens, they all make the shadows come out. But not for long, the dog will scare them all away. All away."
And with a devious smirk he ate the last petal.
~TBC
Yeah! Another chapter done! But please be patient some times, school just restarted and I need to get in the swing of things. Any way sorry it was kind of short and very odd (don't worry, Omi hasn't lost it, he's just waiting.) Tell me what you thought!
A/N: wow! You guys actually like it! *Hugs new friends* Thank you! Any ways, I'm still deciding about JT's mother, but you'll hear more of her later. Yeah I agree, they look so much better young, Gluhen totally sucked in my opinion, so lets just pretend that by some magic force they kept their good looks. No oldness, just maturity. Hmm, how would Youji know? Gehehe, yaoiness in thought. But back to the story! Thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 3: Catnapped
It was dark, cold, a typical morning getting up at the crack of dawn to be ready for school. His feet were freezing, in Youji's haste to get him to bed last night he had forgotten to put socks on. Scrunching up into a ball more he felt tightness in his chest, like he had been punched very hard. Opening his eyes he thought for a mere minute he was still dreaming. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes he quickly realized he wasn't.
"Whoa!"
JT sat up in his bed, sitting erect, shaking nervously. Last time he had checked his room was white with a desk and flowers around the bed, not cold, wet, and concrete. He pulled the dirty blanket he had been sleeping on around his shoulders, trying to remain warm. Just as he noticed the window and thought of trying to crawl out of it he heard voices.
"He's awake now."
"Good, now we can talk."
The large metal door that kept him trapped swung open, bright orange light striking him painfully in the eyes. Shielding himself from the brightness, one of the men walked in and knelt down in front of him. Looking into his face he realized he had seen him before.
"Its you, the guy with the strange voice."
From the doorway Brad scoffed. "If I were you I wouldn't be making jokes. Not now at least."
"Joke?" JT looked confused.
"He wasn't making a crack, Bradley, he was being himself. I've talked to him before, believe me he isn't all there." The German spoke to him through his mind.
"Fine, just bring him out here and get on with it."
Walking away, following the very serious man, Schuldig left JT sitting on the floor. When he reached the door he stopped and looked back.
"Are you coming?" he asked.
Jumping up immediately JT followed, making a soothed noise when his feet met carpet. As he was being lead around to a point unknown he noticed a lot of strange things about this house, or apartment, or where ever he was. One was the vast amount of knives and other sharp objects that lay scattered around, another was the numerous bloodstains on the carpet and walls.
His stomach began to tighten, feeling afraid and wondering what would happen to him. Reading his thoughts Schuldig smiled and spoke.
"We're not going to hurt you if that's what you're thinking, we just want to assess your abilities, that's all. After that you're free to go back to your precious flower shop. Is that what you want?"
JT gulped, he didn't quite like the idea of someone in his head other than himself...and himself. Shaking his head 'yes' he continued to walk silently until they came to a halt in front of a padlocked door. As Brad was undoing it he couldn't resist the urge to lean over and try and peek at what was inside.
He didn't see anything, but he would be glad of that in a single second. Crawford went into the room, and then there was the sound of loud shuffling. Finally he signaled Schuldig to enter.
"Come on, nothing will happen to you."
At the boy's hesitation the German grabbed his arm and dragged him into the room, shutting the door behind them. Standing there JT saw what he had only heard before.
There was a man, badly beaten up with bandages allover his body, stooping as if in pain, looking at him menacingly. He gulped again, suddenly afraid. The man no longer looked hurt, but rather hungry.
"Now, you're test will be to fight Farfarello. If you manage to 'win' then congrats to you and you can go home."
"And if I don't win?" the boy squeaked.
"You die."
"Die?!" he shouted, shaking violently and trying to struggle from the vice grip the orange haired man had on him. Before he knew what had happened JT was flung over to Farfarello and was being mauled, his skin being crushed and beaten and ripped.
In his own defense all he could do was kick and scream and tug at the man's short gray hair. When he had finally given up hope he felt a sharp pain in his side, like something very sharp had just entered him very deep. Cringing, he suddenly shouted out, in which he won the battle.
Farfarello was thrown back, against the hard wall, falling to the ground in slight pain. Slight pain for him, unbearable for others. JT was writhing and cursing, swallowing hard breaths of air. It was very obvious who had won, even if he was lying there dying.
"I see, that's very interesting." Brad pushed his glasses up and smiled. "You can take him home now. Now that we know what it is he can do he can leave. Just don't let Weiss know."
"Won't he tell them?" Schuldig asked, looking over to the boy.
"Not if he wants to live."
He looked again at the wriggling teen, agony clearly expressed. Sighing he nodded, then smirked.
"Poor kitten, he'll be just as much fun to play with as his father was."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"JT! Time for school! Come on, get up!"
Ken rolled his eyes at the lack of sound coming from up the steps. Climbing them softly he went to stand outside the boy's room. He knocked and called again. When he heard no movement or noise at all he began to panic. Forcing the door open he saw what he feared; an empty bed.
Rushing down the stairs to the shop he rammed into Aya, knocking him down. Youji looked up, yawned, then went back to trying to take a catnap. Picking himself up Ken grabbed a hold of the red head and shook him.
"He's gone! JT is gone! They took him!"
"What?"
"He's not in his room! Schwartz got to him! He's gone!"
Aya began to think, calmly and collectively. However his panicking comrade was not helping him. Youji had perked up to hear and was now staring intensely at the two of them. Aya was obviously trying to plan something, however Ken didn't seem to be helping, running in circles and yelling. Finally Aya had had enough.
"Shut up will you?!"
With a swift punch to the gut Ken was on his knees, silent again. Getting up Youji examined his friend, then looked to the other.
"He's right. If JT is missing that means Schwartz got to him, like they promised. We have to go and find them. It's the only way we'll get him back."
With a stern look the red head nodded his head, then opened his piercing violet eyes. Just as they were about to leave the shop, a faint knocking caught their attention. Ken stood back up, suddenly alarmed.
"Its them." He said. "They're challenging us, let me get my claw."
Stopping him Aya went to the door. He inspected it then, cautiously, opened it. What he found sitting there, waiting for him was something he would not have expected.
"Uncle Aya...help me. It hurts real bad."
And with those short, small words, the teen collapsed unconscious and bleeding leaving a lovely large spot on their white doorstep. Picking him up Aya quickly took him down to their basement, then instructed the others.
"Ken, you call Kritiker, tell them we need a doctor sent here right away, and Youji, get a towel, we need to put pressure on the wound so it will stop bleeding."
The two set about their work instantly, doing all they could to make sure their youngest wouldn't die. Sitting there, letting the blood of his co- worker and charge soak onto him a sudden new emotion flared inside of Aya. Looking down on the child he realized he cared for him, not just slightly but almost as much as he did his sister.
Fisting his spare hand he swore to get revenge for this incident. And sitting there, listening to the youths strained and scattered breathing, a small tear escaped him, falling onto his hand, mixing with the blood already there.
Somewhere, somewhere dark, a figure sat, hunched over, whispering to himself. Hiding in an old worn cloak he muttered over and over to himself. Sitting there, he plucked a flowers petals, reciting in a sing song voice,
"Flowers and kittens, flowers and kittens, they all make the shadows come out. But not for long, the dog will scare them all away. All away."
And with a devious smirk he ate the last petal.
~TBC
Yeah! Another chapter done! But please be patient some times, school just restarted and I need to get in the swing of things. Any way sorry it was kind of short and very odd (don't worry, Omi hasn't lost it, he's just waiting.) Tell me what you thought!