TITLE: Schuldiges
RATING: PG-13/R
NOTE: I don't know German. I just used a translation site to get the words/phrases that I used. The title means Guilty One. This is the first part of my four-part Schwartz Arc.
SPOILERS: Just some stuff that we already know, who Omi's family is, sort of who Aya-chan is, and Schwartz's plans
Unschuldig, schuldig, innocent, guilty.
Schuldig had decided that he'd given up trying to decide who was right and who was wrong. He just was. He could hear the click of Nagi on his computer, and the slight flip of Brad's newspaper, and the slick, sticky sound of Farfarello cutting himself, again. Even out here the minds were to much. Nagi was worried about his boyfriend, Brad....the only silence he could find usually, his shields were cracking and he could hear that he was worried about Nagi and Nagi's new obsession. Farfarello was thinking about the next church that he wanted to ransack and destroy. He was wondering if the Guilty One was going to take him there again.
Schuldiges The Guilty One....that was him, guilty of all sin. Der Teufel. The Devil. His own mother had called him that. His own Mutter had told him that he was dirty and wrong and a child of the devil at first. She'd told him he was the devil as he had shot her. He hadn't meant to, he just couldn't take the voices in his head, and he had tried to shoot himself, she had interrupted. She made him kill her.
He cradled his head in his hands, trying to remind him who he was, but it was to much...they were sucking him in, these minds, these voices. He caressed the gun in his hand. He zoned in on a certain flower shop run by four bishounen. Their thoughts were properly depressed and they still tasted like honey. Balinese was angsting over that damn Asuka, Bombay...he was thinking about Abyssinian and how hot he looked like that, and how Abyssinian would never look at him like that because he was a Takatori. Abyssinian himself was thinking about his comatose sister, and Omi. Siberian was bothered because he couldn't figure out why Yohji seemed to laugh when he saw Omi looking at Aya. He tried to smirk, but here, in the dark on an abandoned balcony, alone, he couldn't force himself to put that mask on.
"Schudig!" Brad yelled, and he turned around, pocketing his gun.
His room, he looked at the simple white walls. So much like the pure white of the hospital, so much like the pure world that Schwartz wanted to create. A world of chaos where their powers would bring them out on top, where they would be the power rather than downtrodden and considered evil. A world where mankind had to start over.
He placed the gun on his nightstand, still pure white. He shrugged off the green trench coat he always wore and pulled the yellow bandana off letting his hair loose. The voices were still overwhelming him, and he knew he'd have nightmares tonight.
Their new world could damn well start without him, he decided.
He placed the barrel of the gun in his mouth and there weren't any voices, it was all silent in his head.
RATING: PG-13/R
NOTE: I don't know German. I just used a translation site to get the words/phrases that I used. The title means Guilty One. This is the first part of my four-part Schwartz Arc.
SPOILERS: Just some stuff that we already know, who Omi's family is, sort of who Aya-chan is, and Schwartz's plans
Unschuldig, schuldig, innocent, guilty.
Schuldig had decided that he'd given up trying to decide who was right and who was wrong. He just was. He could hear the click of Nagi on his computer, and the slight flip of Brad's newspaper, and the slick, sticky sound of Farfarello cutting himself, again. Even out here the minds were to much. Nagi was worried about his boyfriend, Brad....the only silence he could find usually, his shields were cracking and he could hear that he was worried about Nagi and Nagi's new obsession. Farfarello was thinking about the next church that he wanted to ransack and destroy. He was wondering if the Guilty One was going to take him there again.
Schuldiges The Guilty One....that was him, guilty of all sin. Der Teufel. The Devil. His own mother had called him that. His own Mutter had told him that he was dirty and wrong and a child of the devil at first. She'd told him he was the devil as he had shot her. He hadn't meant to, he just couldn't take the voices in his head, and he had tried to shoot himself, she had interrupted. She made him kill her.
He cradled his head in his hands, trying to remind him who he was, but it was to much...they were sucking him in, these minds, these voices. He caressed the gun in his hand. He zoned in on a certain flower shop run by four bishounen. Their thoughts were properly depressed and they still tasted like honey. Balinese was angsting over that damn Asuka, Bombay...he was thinking about Abyssinian and how hot he looked like that, and how Abyssinian would never look at him like that because he was a Takatori. Abyssinian himself was thinking about his comatose sister, and Omi. Siberian was bothered because he couldn't figure out why Yohji seemed to laugh when he saw Omi looking at Aya. He tried to smirk, but here, in the dark on an abandoned balcony, alone, he couldn't force himself to put that mask on.
"Schudig!" Brad yelled, and he turned around, pocketing his gun.
His room, he looked at the simple white walls. So much like the pure white of the hospital, so much like the pure world that Schwartz wanted to create. A world of chaos where their powers would bring them out on top, where they would be the power rather than downtrodden and considered evil. A world where mankind had to start over.
He placed the gun on his nightstand, still pure white. He shrugged off the green trench coat he always wore and pulled the yellow bandana off letting his hair loose. The voices were still overwhelming him, and he knew he'd have nightmares tonight.
Their new world could damn well start without him, he decided.
He placed the barrel of the gun in his mouth and there weren't any voices, it was all silent in his head.