Ich Werde Dir Immer Verzeihen
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is owned by Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiß, not me. Anyway, this fic takes place one year after the Dramatic Precious CDs, but there aren't really that many references. (Just know that Manx and Birman are dead, the new Persia was named Yoshirou Kurasuma, Ken had something going on with a prostitute named Reiko before he was forced to kill her, and Sakura went to Paris to study.) This fic is rated PG-13 for suggestive situations and mild violence. There are also some discussions about rape, just so you know.
Chapter 1: Return To Me
After a year of studying in Paris, Tomoe Sakura was returning to Tokyo. She could've stayed in Paris longer if she had wished, but she was becoming homesick. She missed her family and her friends, but most of all she missed her closest friend Fujimiya Aya. There was another reason she had wanted to return to Tokyo, but she tried not to think about it.
Sakura was now seventeen years old and she was a sophomore in high school. While in France, her French had improved greatly, so now it felt strange to speak Japanese again. Still, she was happy to be in Japan once more.
Once her plane had landed successfully, she and the rest of the passengers were allowed to get off. Clutching her carry-on luggage tightly, Sakura made her way through the large crowd. The airport was so packed with people, she didn't think she would be able to find her mother.
Out of habit, she raised her hand up to play with the golden dangling earring in her left ear. Two years ago, Aya had given her the earring after they had become close friends. The other one belonged to Aya's brother.
"Hey, Sakura-chan!" called out a cheerful female voice somewhere behind Sakura. She instantly recognized it.
"Aya-chan!" Sakura replied, whirling around. Sure enough, Aya was with Yamaguchi Momoe, the old lady who acted as her guardian.
"Hello, Sakura," Momoe greeted. "Your mother had something important come up, so she had us come greet you instead."
"Oh, that's great!" Sakura exclaimed. "I was really starting to miss you two."
Aya chuckled. "C'mon, let's go pick up your luggage," she suggested. "Then we can go to the Kitty in the House so you can tell us all about Paris."
"Sure," Sakura agreed, grinning broadly. She, Aya, and Momoe then went to find her luggage.
Meanwhile, someone had been watching Sakura. He brushed his messy orange hair out of his icy blue eyes. It's been two years, he said to himself, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. I wonder if you remember me? I remember you quite clearly. You're all I've been thinking about these last two years, and now I can finally have you.
"Sakura, you will be mine," he whispered quietly, a wicked smirk forming on his lips. Sakura would be his; he would make absolute sure of that.
After all, Schuldig always got what he wanted, no matter what.
o o o o o o
Even though it was summer, it was a slow day at the Kitty in the House, so Aya and Momoe decided to close the shop early. Sakura was staying over for lunch, and after that she would be going home.
There was something Aya found strange. Not once had Sakura asked about her brother. Before, the brown-haired girl had been determined to wait for him. But, that was two years ago, and she never did see him again after that whole incident. Maybe she was finally getting over him. Somehow, Aya was saddened by that. She would've liked it if Sakura were her brother's girlfriend.
Sakura finished her rice and then stacked the bowl onto her plate. "Thanks for the meal, Aya-chan," she said. "I really enjoyed it. Well, I have to be leaving now. I'll come back tomorrow. See ya." She stood up and was about to leave, but Momoe stopped her.
"Sakura, I found this in the red roses outside," the old lady said, handing Sakura a small envelope. The young girl accepted it and took a good look at it. Written on it in sloppy hiragana was To Tomoe Sakura, the cherry blossom that is mine.
"Do you know who sent it?" Aya asked Momoe as she came up behind Sakura.
"No idea," Momoe answered, a confused look on her wrinkled face.
Sakura opened the envelope and pulled out the note. The handwriting was neater, but that was because it wasn't in Japanese. It was in German. It read:
"Meine liebe Sakura, ich habe dich vermisst. Ich will dich sehen. Sollen wir begegnen? Ich glaube, daß wir sollen. Du gehört zu mir, und ich gehört zu dir. Deine Geliebte."
Sakura's breathing became stiff as she read through the note. She didn't understand a word of it, but she had a good idea of who wrote it. But the question was, how could he be alive? She thought he had died when the Ani Museum had sunk into the sea.
"Sakura-chan, are you all right?" Aya wondered, noticing how pale the other girl seemed. "Do you know who wrote the note?"
"N-No, I don't," Sakura lied, pocketing the note. "I should really be leaving now. Well, see ya." She tried to hide her nervousness with false cheerfulness. She left the flower shop and walked briskly down the sidewalk. She wanted to get home as quickly as possible.
How could he have survived? Sakura asked herself. He's an evil person. He should've died. Then a horrible thought struck her. What if Aya-san was the one who died?
"My dear Sakura, I missed you," said a smooth voice behind the young girl. "I want to see you. Should we meet? I think we should. You belong to me, and I belong to you."
Sakura turned around to face the man standing behind her. His hands were pocketed in the leather trench coat that fell to his knees. His sunglasses were perched in his long, messy orange hair. On his face was an amused, yet wicked expression.
The young girl took a few steps backwards. "S-Schuldig-san!" she stuttered, her heart in her throat.
"So you haven't forgotten me," Schuldig noticed, stepping up to Sakura. "I know I haven't forgotten about you." He cupped her chin in his hand and held his face close to hers. She felt his hot breath on her lips. "I've been longing for you these past two years," the German continued. He grabbed Sakura's wrist and pulled her closer. "Why don't we go on a 'date' together?"
"I can't," Sakura declined, trying to pull her wrist free of the Schuldig's grip. "I have to get home now." She tried to say that firmly, but she failed miserably.
"Ah," Schuldig sounded suddenly, loosing his grip on the girl's wrist. He reached out and touched the earring in Sakura's left ear. "You're still stuck on Aya. Or Ran, considering how his sister is awake now. Anyway, if he's the reason you returned to Tokyo, you wasted your time. Has he kept in touch with you? No?" He allowed his words to sink into Sakura's brain before continuing. "So you see, he has completely forgotten about you. But I haven't."
Sakura lowered her cherry blossom eyes from the German's gaze. He was probably right. Not once in the last two years had Ran seen or talked to her. But, neither had Schuldig. Still, he was the one who was here now…
"Sakura, why don't we go out, just for a little bit?" Schuldig suggested. "I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind waiting another hour."
"Sure," Sakura agreed without looking up. Spending just one hour with Schuldig wouldn't hurt, she hoped.
Schuldig smiled and took Sakura's hand into his own and led her to a café that was down the street from the Kitty in the House. Once they were inside, they headed over to a booth that was in the far corner. When the waiter came over, Sakura ordered fruit juice and Schuldig ordered coffee. The German paid for both drinks when the waiter came back with them. So this really is a date, Sakura figured.
Schuldig took a sip of his coffee and touched Sakura's hand. "Why don't you get over Ran?" he requested in a suave voice. "He's not here. He may not even be alive. But I am. And I'm here. I'm not as evil as you think I am. So, go out with me for a while."
Sakura pulled her hand back. ""You used me, and played with my feelings," she reminded. "How can I believe you?"
"By giving me a chance," Schuldig whispered. He stood up and touched Sakura's cheek. "You might even fall in love with me." Quite suddenly, he gently pressed his lips against the young girl's. "I love you," he admitted as he pulled his lips away.
Sakura was not at all taken back by Schuldig's unexpected kiss. It wasn't as forced as she would've imagined. "Okay, I'll give you a chance," she decided, a small smile on her face.
o o o o o o
The final days of July faded away as August strode in. Schuldig and Sakura had been going out for a little over a month. While their relationship was more than that of friends, Sakura was uncertain of her feelings for Schuldig. He kissed and hugged her often, but she wasn't sure if she returned his feelings. Even so, they kept their relationship a secret.
Sakura stood outside the gate of her house, waiting for Schuldig. They had decided to go see a movie. Soon enough, she saw the German's red car pull up next to her.
Schuldig leaned over and opened the door for Sakura. "Ready?" he asked.
Sakura got into the car and closed the door behind her. "Yeah," she replied happily.
Schuldig kissed Sakura's cheek. "I love every moment I spend with you," he said.
Translation Notes:
Ich Werde Dir Immer Verzzeihen: I will always forgive you