Author: Shiva Darkwater Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Rating: PG Summary: Four different people, four different reactions, four different reasons for the same job. Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is not mine. There. Author's Notes: I love doing little introspective pieces… and that's what this is. A small glance at the characters of Schwarz, and how they do the things that they do. I really like their team, and how everyone is so different. It makes for an interesting combination of ideas.
Secret Liaison
"The cinders are falling like snow…"
Farfarello gazed over at the burning mansion, watching the brilliant reds and oranges play against the night sky and the dusty ash falling towards the ground. It was pretty. It reminded him of his home and the way the snow would fall in the winter. You could draw pictures in the snow and it would feel crisp and cool against your bare skin.
Schuldig glanced over at the other, a hand raised and tangled in his mane of hair. Standing on a hill, a safe distance from the blaze… even he had to admit that it was beautiful. Not the ash, but the fire. Dark and lights mingling together and creating an image of power. It was the most powerful thing he had witnessed. The power to destroy; to leave nothing but ash and dust in its wake.
Nagi looked at the both of them as if they were insane. There was nothing beautiful about the destruction. The burning left nothing but aches. It didn't cleanse and it was nothing to be spellbound over. He kicked his toe idly into the grass. All there was after a blaze was death and numbness. There was a loss that never could be filled.
"Don't just stand there you three. Our job isn't finished yet," and Brad turned as he flipped open his cell phone. He didn't even pay the blaze any attention. What would a burning mansion give him? There were better things to ponder on. Already his mind was in the future, delving and strategizing. If the others didn't hurry up then he would leave them behind.
"Does it snow like that in Japan? Does the snow freeze your cheeks?"
"Hungry… I'm sick of this boring shit. Brad, can't we do something interesting for once? I want to stir up some trouble."
"This is pointless… it's all just… pointless…"
Crawford sighed and began the trek down the hill to return to the car. "Find your own way home… You're wasting my time. Time is precious. You're a waste."
The three were left behind to their thoughts. Farfarello, staring at the cinders in remembrance of times long past; Schuldig, watching the blaze intently and dreaming of the things to come; and Nagi, his eyes down to the ground, gazing at the beetle he found there and feeling a sort of pity for it and how it most likely would not live through the night.