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------ Chapter 7: Broken Message ------
"Omi-kun!" Her yell was repeated, and she lunged for the captive boy.
"Nagi....." Crawford's voice was threatening, and with a sigh, the youngest member of Schwarz made a simple gestuer of his hand, and sent the female straight into the wall.
A yelp of displeasure and pain echoed from her jaws, and Omi twisted in Schuldig's grasp, his dark blue occuli widening.
"Keep her there." Crawford snapped, as he saw Sarah beginning to stand. Nagi immediately restrained her.
"Schuldig." All eyes shot towards the German and he blinked in slight innocence.
"What? I didn't know she knew him. It's not like I went snooping around in her mind." He snapped back.
"Bullshit." Was Farfarello's only comment, and optics swung towards him. He had already made his way to the immobile Sarah, and had one arm drapped around her shoulders. The look upon her face was murderous.
Crawford pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, and leaned back against the wall, "Sarah. I will have Nagi release you on one condition. You control yourself, and hear us out. Calmly. Should you make any rash decisions, I will be forced to take certain measures of my own. Understood?"
"Yes." She hissed.
"Good."
Nagi's hold was released, and her first act was to shove Farfarello off of her.
"Explain." Her voice held somewhat of a meekness to it. Side effects of using up her anger. She would be much more manageable now.
"Nagi has told you of our occupation, but obviously you know nothing of your friend's here. You see, young Omi isn't just a flower shop worker. By night he resides in a group called Weiss, consisting of four assassins."
If she was shocked, she did a good job of hiding it.
"The other three members consist of Aya Fujimiya, Yohji Kudou, and Ken Hidaka."
That caught her, "Ken....kun?"
Schuldig's eyes widened, an obvious sign that he had been snooping around.
Jealousy!
The intense emotion drove her to glance Schuldig's way, and her brow furrowed in confusion.
Crawford noted this, but said nothing. Instead, he completely ignored it, and when back into telling his littrle "story", "Weiss happens to be our worst enemy, and at the current moment, they have something we need. Now, we could use simple methods, by having Schuldig easily dish to information out. However, he's been having difficulty with his telepathy lately, and when it comes to situations like this, a simple in and out operation just isn't any fun."
"Get to the point." She grumbled.
"Schuldig. You can release him now."
On command, the redhead shoved the boy towards Sarah, who caught him with ease, and quickly ripped the bonds from his hands and mouth. With them off, they embraced eachother in a hug, a rather, spur-of-the-moment deal.
Another flare of jealousy caused Sarah to flinch in Schuldig's direction and she snapped at him, "What the hell is your problem?"
He said nothing.
"Sarahsan. Are you alright?" Omi's hands could feel the bandages upon her back, and one eye narrowed at the one coating her cheek.
"Hai. But you're not." She was examining his frame, noting the various scrathes, bruises and one particuarely nasty bump on the head, still slightly oozing blood.
"Are you two done?" Crawford inquired, bemused expression dancing upon his facade.
"What do you want?" She glanced back at him.
"Your help in extracting the information from him."
"No."
Her arms wrapped around Omi tighter, and she refused to reliquish her grip.
"Hrm. Unfortunate. However, I have certian ways persuasion. Shall I hand you back over to Farfarello tonight? Or perhaps.....a certain organization you have come to hate?"
She froze at this, and adverted her gaze.
"Crawford. You wouldn't...." It was Nagi's turn to pipe up.
"You wont hurt him.....will you?" Came her whisper, and Omi's eyes widened, his gaze latched onto her tear-stained face.
"Ah, the sudden change in attitude. Just as I expected. Of course we won't hurt him. I give you my word, and you may hold it to any value you wish. If you do as you are told, I might even consider giving you certain freedoms."
"Could.......I......go home.....?" She sounded hopeful.
"Of course you "could". The fact is, however, you have no home to go to."
"Nani?" She glanced towards him abruptly, eyes widening, "What do you mean?"
"Your father was killed. Yesterday."
"Sarahsan!" Omi yelped, arms supporting the girl as her legs gave out on her. He came to his knees, her lax form draped upon him, her head buried in his shoulder.
Pity!
She felt it radiate through the room from five sources.....Five? Instead of investigating this emotion, she merely stayed in her current position, neither crying nor screaming in the anguish that penetrated her, body mind and soul.
Omi wrapped her in a tight hug, and sent a glare towards Crawford, "You bastard!"
The tall American just shook his head, "We didn't do it. No. Someone else did. So there is no need to fling around false accusations. I suggest you keep your mouth shut. You are in no position to be calling anyone names."
He glanced towards Nagi, "Nagi. Take him to the room we have prepared. Farfarello, go with him incase there arises any trouble."
With a nod, the blue haired telekinetic began to tear Omi and Sarah apart. Sarah released him as she realized holding on to him would be futile. Instead, with tear-filled eyes, she watched the boy be dragged down the hallway, struggling against the unseen force Nagi wielded.
"As for you, Sarah, you will be spending the night with Schuldig. Tomorrow, you will be expected to follow through with our commands willingly, or we will be forced to take measures you won't find at all delightful."
With that, he dismissed himself, and vanished down the hall, leaving Schu and Sarah by themselves.
Schuldig didn't exactly know how to act at the current moment. He was extremely pissed off, from certain reasons he would not disclose, and extremely confused by Crawford's sleeping arrangement.
Wait a minute. This wasn't like him. Usually, he'd be smirking and making some jack-ass comment about Crawfrod trusting him with a little girl. Where was his usual cockiness?
A couple of minutes passed and neither of them moved. Schu had leaned up against the wall, inwardly yelling at himself, while Sarah stayed in her collapsed position. The tears had stopped.
"Schu...."
The German jerked his head up, setting his azure eyes upon the distraught female. Before he could respond, she spoke again.
"I hate you."
She slowly climbed to her feet, and gave a backwards wave of her hand, "I'm going to bed." Heading down the hallway, she vanished around the corner, leaving Schuldig standing there.
He wasn't shocked. Well, atleast he didn't display it. Why...out of all things....did she have to say that? Why was he having such a hard time trying to fish out the secrets himself? Why couldn't he get into her brain? Why couldn't he get into anyones!?
"Ugh!" With a snarl, Schuldig slammed a fist into the wall, hard, leaving quite the indent.
"Schuldig?" Nagi rounded the corner, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Hrm?" Nagi could tell it was a lie, but unlike Crawford would, he decided not to push it, "Crawford say's to get to sleep. Now. He say's you'll have a busy day tomorrow, and you need to quit sulking like a damn little baby. Well....Those were his exact words. Not mine."
"What the fuck is his problem?" Schuldig snapped, obviously still peeved.
Nagi blinked, "Why even ask that question? He's being Crawford, as always. He's the natural jackass, I know something you don't know, type. You know him best of all of us. You should know."
"Well, usually he's the only one I can't get my claws on. Lately, my entire head's been fucked up."
"I bet he knows why too." Nagi yawned and turned, "So go ask him." With that, he wandered off, leaving Schuldig alone once again.
Man that was happening a lot.
"I think I will." It didn't take Schuldig more then ten seconds to arrive at Brad's door and knock rather loudly and rudely.
"Come in."
Shoving the door open, he entered and closed it behind him, crossing his arms, "I believe you have some explaining to do."
"She's fifteen Schuldig." Brad leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and ensnaring his fingers together, "No. let me correct myself. Nearly sixteen. Her birthday is in three days."
"Your point?"
"How old are you?"
The redhead frowned a second, "Twenty-two."
"Do you happen to see anything wrong with your infatuation?"
Before Schuldig could reply, Crawford cut him off, "Your "love" if we can even call it that, for the girl, is interfering with your capability to preform. I'm giving you tonight with her to fix it. I expect everything to be resolved by morning. She know's how you feel. She doesn't return it. Give it up. Now."
"Demo..."
"You're acting like a god damn child!" Bradley snapped, before calming himself. He was unnaturally on edge.
Schuldig quirked an eyebrow, "Somethings bothering Bradley." He taunted in a singsong voice, "May I inquire as to what it may be?"
"No. Now get to bed."
"Whatever you say, oh-mighty-one." With a mocking bow, Schuldig turned and swept out of the room.
When he entered his own, he found Sarah firmly curled up in a corner, farthest from his bed. She appeared to be sleeping. With one swift movement, he went to pick her up and move her to the bed. After all, he couldn't let her sleep on the floor, could he?
Within a moment of flesh meeting flesh, a wave of nausea hit him hard, a brick of memories following soon after.
------ "Ken-kun!" Sarah smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Sarah-san!" The brown haired soccer player laughed and returned the hug, "How have you been?"
"Great! I finally made the soccer team! Isn't that wonderful?"
"You did? So all your hard work payed off. What position again?"
"Goalie! Just like you!"
------
"Augh!" Hand to his head, Schuldig stumbled back, nearly falling on his rear.
------
"Mother!"
Blood. Everywhere. A frail American woman lying in a pool of her own cimson essence. Sarah stood weeping, hands covered in blood from where she had touched the frozen form.
"Mother! No!"
------
"Schuldig?" She had awoken to find him doubled over in agony, hands clutching his head.
------
"I'm adopted?" The complete astonishment was evident on the 10 year olds tone.
"Yes. You are. Your mother and I adopted you when you were nearly a year old. Your previously family had been killed in a house fire."
She stared in confusion at her father, "But....wouldn't I have died as well? Where was I?"
"All we were told is that the fire fighters were able to save you in time. Unfortunately, your brother, mother and father, were killed."
"I...I...."
"We're so sorry to be telling you this dear....but you seemed so distraught when you began to discover your power, that we decided to tell you before we sent you off to Rosenkreuz."
"Momma..." Tears sprang forth as the little girl wrapped her arms around her mother and father, "You two are the only parents I have ever known, and you will always be my parents, no matter what. I love you."
------
"Schuldig!"
He had fallen to the ground now, and she had rushed to his side, hatred temporarily casted aside. One hand went to grasp his shoulder firmly, and upon contact....
------
"No! I won't do it any longer! I want to go home!" She was older now, perhaps thirteen, her golden brown eyes narrowed fiercely at the elders before her.
"You'll do as you have been told, or face the consequences."
"No!"
------
The memories had stopped with that final note, for Sarah had surpressed all of his erratic emotions with her own. As Schuldig finally snapped back into reality, he came face to face with her tear caressed orbs, for giving him courage had caused her insecurity to rise.
She fell onto his chest, and buried her head into his still panting form, causing the German to freeze in shock. Oddly enough, no after effects remained of his little ordeal. He felt calm, and in control. Solid arms wrapped themselves around her trembling figurine.
"What a crappy life you've had...."
------
Hrm. I had a longer chapter, but it just didn't sound right. So, here's chap seven. I hope you enjoy. Longest chapter yet. Review, please!
------ Chapter 7: Broken Message ------
"Omi-kun!" Her yell was repeated, and she lunged for the captive boy.
"Nagi....." Crawford's voice was threatening, and with a sigh, the youngest member of Schwarz made a simple gestuer of his hand, and sent the female straight into the wall.
A yelp of displeasure and pain echoed from her jaws, and Omi twisted in Schuldig's grasp, his dark blue occuli widening.
"Keep her there." Crawford snapped, as he saw Sarah beginning to stand. Nagi immediately restrained her.
"Schuldig." All eyes shot towards the German and he blinked in slight innocence.
"What? I didn't know she knew him. It's not like I went snooping around in her mind." He snapped back.
"Bullshit." Was Farfarello's only comment, and optics swung towards him. He had already made his way to the immobile Sarah, and had one arm drapped around her shoulders. The look upon her face was murderous.
Crawford pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, and leaned back against the wall, "Sarah. I will have Nagi release you on one condition. You control yourself, and hear us out. Calmly. Should you make any rash decisions, I will be forced to take certain measures of my own. Understood?"
"Yes." She hissed.
"Good."
Nagi's hold was released, and her first act was to shove Farfarello off of her.
"Explain." Her voice held somewhat of a meekness to it. Side effects of using up her anger. She would be much more manageable now.
"Nagi has told you of our occupation, but obviously you know nothing of your friend's here. You see, young Omi isn't just a flower shop worker. By night he resides in a group called Weiss, consisting of four assassins."
If she was shocked, she did a good job of hiding it.
"The other three members consist of Aya Fujimiya, Yohji Kudou, and Ken Hidaka."
That caught her, "Ken....kun?"
Schuldig's eyes widened, an obvious sign that he had been snooping around.
Jealousy!
The intense emotion drove her to glance Schuldig's way, and her brow furrowed in confusion.
Crawford noted this, but said nothing. Instead, he completely ignored it, and when back into telling his littrle "story", "Weiss happens to be our worst enemy, and at the current moment, they have something we need. Now, we could use simple methods, by having Schuldig easily dish to information out. However, he's been having difficulty with his telepathy lately, and when it comes to situations like this, a simple in and out operation just isn't any fun."
"Get to the point." She grumbled.
"Schuldig. You can release him now."
On command, the redhead shoved the boy towards Sarah, who caught him with ease, and quickly ripped the bonds from his hands and mouth. With them off, they embraced eachother in a hug, a rather, spur-of-the-moment deal.
Another flare of jealousy caused Sarah to flinch in Schuldig's direction and she snapped at him, "What the hell is your problem?"
He said nothing.
"Sarahsan. Are you alright?" Omi's hands could feel the bandages upon her back, and one eye narrowed at the one coating her cheek.
"Hai. But you're not." She was examining his frame, noting the various scrathes, bruises and one particuarely nasty bump on the head, still slightly oozing blood.
"Are you two done?" Crawford inquired, bemused expression dancing upon his facade.
"What do you want?" She glanced back at him.
"Your help in extracting the information from him."
"No."
Her arms wrapped around Omi tighter, and she refused to reliquish her grip.
"Hrm. Unfortunate. However, I have certian ways persuasion. Shall I hand you back over to Farfarello tonight? Or perhaps.....a certain organization you have come to hate?"
She froze at this, and adverted her gaze.
"Crawford. You wouldn't...." It was Nagi's turn to pipe up.
"You wont hurt him.....will you?" Came her whisper, and Omi's eyes widened, his gaze latched onto her tear-stained face.
"Ah, the sudden change in attitude. Just as I expected. Of course we won't hurt him. I give you my word, and you may hold it to any value you wish. If you do as you are told, I might even consider giving you certain freedoms."
"Could.......I......go home.....?" She sounded hopeful.
"Of course you "could". The fact is, however, you have no home to go to."
"Nani?" She glanced towards him abruptly, eyes widening, "What do you mean?"
"Your father was killed. Yesterday."
"Sarahsan!" Omi yelped, arms supporting the girl as her legs gave out on her. He came to his knees, her lax form draped upon him, her head buried in his shoulder.
Pity!
She felt it radiate through the room from five sources.....Five? Instead of investigating this emotion, she merely stayed in her current position, neither crying nor screaming in the anguish that penetrated her, body mind and soul.
Omi wrapped her in a tight hug, and sent a glare towards Crawford, "You bastard!"
The tall American just shook his head, "We didn't do it. No. Someone else did. So there is no need to fling around false accusations. I suggest you keep your mouth shut. You are in no position to be calling anyone names."
He glanced towards Nagi, "Nagi. Take him to the room we have prepared. Farfarello, go with him incase there arises any trouble."
With a nod, the blue haired telekinetic began to tear Omi and Sarah apart. Sarah released him as she realized holding on to him would be futile. Instead, with tear-filled eyes, she watched the boy be dragged down the hallway, struggling against the unseen force Nagi wielded.
"As for you, Sarah, you will be spending the night with Schuldig. Tomorrow, you will be expected to follow through with our commands willingly, or we will be forced to take measures you won't find at all delightful."
With that, he dismissed himself, and vanished down the hall, leaving Schu and Sarah by themselves.
Schuldig didn't exactly know how to act at the current moment. He was extremely pissed off, from certain reasons he would not disclose, and extremely confused by Crawford's sleeping arrangement.
Wait a minute. This wasn't like him. Usually, he'd be smirking and making some jack-ass comment about Crawfrod trusting him with a little girl. Where was his usual cockiness?
A couple of minutes passed and neither of them moved. Schu had leaned up against the wall, inwardly yelling at himself, while Sarah stayed in her collapsed position. The tears had stopped.
"Schu...."
The German jerked his head up, setting his azure eyes upon the distraught female. Before he could respond, she spoke again.
"I hate you."
She slowly climbed to her feet, and gave a backwards wave of her hand, "I'm going to bed." Heading down the hallway, she vanished around the corner, leaving Schuldig standing there.
He wasn't shocked. Well, atleast he didn't display it. Why...out of all things....did she have to say that? Why was he having such a hard time trying to fish out the secrets himself? Why couldn't he get into her brain? Why couldn't he get into anyones!?
"Ugh!" With a snarl, Schuldig slammed a fist into the wall, hard, leaving quite the indent.
"Schuldig?" Nagi rounded the corner, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Hrm?" Nagi could tell it was a lie, but unlike Crawford would, he decided not to push it, "Crawford say's to get to sleep. Now. He say's you'll have a busy day tomorrow, and you need to quit sulking like a damn little baby. Well....Those were his exact words. Not mine."
"What the fuck is his problem?" Schuldig snapped, obviously still peeved.
Nagi blinked, "Why even ask that question? He's being Crawford, as always. He's the natural jackass, I know something you don't know, type. You know him best of all of us. You should know."
"Well, usually he's the only one I can't get my claws on. Lately, my entire head's been fucked up."
"I bet he knows why too." Nagi yawned and turned, "So go ask him." With that, he wandered off, leaving Schuldig alone once again.
Man that was happening a lot.
"I think I will." It didn't take Schuldig more then ten seconds to arrive at Brad's door and knock rather loudly and rudely.
"Come in."
Shoving the door open, he entered and closed it behind him, crossing his arms, "I believe you have some explaining to do."
"She's fifteen Schuldig." Brad leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and ensnaring his fingers together, "No. let me correct myself. Nearly sixteen. Her birthday is in three days."
"Your point?"
"How old are you?"
The redhead frowned a second, "Twenty-two."
"Do you happen to see anything wrong with your infatuation?"
Before Schuldig could reply, Crawford cut him off, "Your "love" if we can even call it that, for the girl, is interfering with your capability to preform. I'm giving you tonight with her to fix it. I expect everything to be resolved by morning. She know's how you feel. She doesn't return it. Give it up. Now."
"Demo..."
"You're acting like a god damn child!" Bradley snapped, before calming himself. He was unnaturally on edge.
Schuldig quirked an eyebrow, "Somethings bothering Bradley." He taunted in a singsong voice, "May I inquire as to what it may be?"
"No. Now get to bed."
"Whatever you say, oh-mighty-one." With a mocking bow, Schuldig turned and swept out of the room.
When he entered his own, he found Sarah firmly curled up in a corner, farthest from his bed. She appeared to be sleeping. With one swift movement, he went to pick her up and move her to the bed. After all, he couldn't let her sleep on the floor, could he?
Within a moment of flesh meeting flesh, a wave of nausea hit him hard, a brick of memories following soon after.
------ "Ken-kun!" Sarah smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Sarah-san!" The brown haired soccer player laughed and returned the hug, "How have you been?"
"Great! I finally made the soccer team! Isn't that wonderful?"
"You did? So all your hard work payed off. What position again?"
"Goalie! Just like you!"
------
"Augh!" Hand to his head, Schuldig stumbled back, nearly falling on his rear.
------
"Mother!"
Blood. Everywhere. A frail American woman lying in a pool of her own cimson essence. Sarah stood weeping, hands covered in blood from where she had touched the frozen form.
"Mother! No!"
------
"Schuldig?" She had awoken to find him doubled over in agony, hands clutching his head.
------
"I'm adopted?" The complete astonishment was evident on the 10 year olds tone.
"Yes. You are. Your mother and I adopted you when you were nearly a year old. Your previously family had been killed in a house fire."
She stared in confusion at her father, "But....wouldn't I have died as well? Where was I?"
"All we were told is that the fire fighters were able to save you in time. Unfortunately, your brother, mother and father, were killed."
"I...I...."
"We're so sorry to be telling you this dear....but you seemed so distraught when you began to discover your power, that we decided to tell you before we sent you off to Rosenkreuz."
"Momma..." Tears sprang forth as the little girl wrapped her arms around her mother and father, "You two are the only parents I have ever known, and you will always be my parents, no matter what. I love you."
------
"Schuldig!"
He had fallen to the ground now, and she had rushed to his side, hatred temporarily casted aside. One hand went to grasp his shoulder firmly, and upon contact....
------
"No! I won't do it any longer! I want to go home!" She was older now, perhaps thirteen, her golden brown eyes narrowed fiercely at the elders before her.
"You'll do as you have been told, or face the consequences."
"No!"
------
The memories had stopped with that final note, for Sarah had surpressed all of his erratic emotions with her own. As Schuldig finally snapped back into reality, he came face to face with her tear caressed orbs, for giving him courage had caused her insecurity to rise.
She fell onto his chest, and buried her head into his still panting form, causing the German to freeze in shock. Oddly enough, no after effects remained of his little ordeal. He felt calm, and in control. Solid arms wrapped themselves around her trembling figurine.
"What a crappy life you've had...."
------
Hrm. I had a longer chapter, but it just didn't sound right. So, here's chap seven. I hope you enjoy. Longest chapter yet. Review, please!