A/N: Bad, bad writer's block… It was a really BAD writer's block. And I bet my writing for this chapter would be… eeehhhh… So um, I tried at least so I don't think it's that weird? Ahehehe… Well, anyway please R&R! Sorry again for a late update!
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Chapter 8
Reflection
Who's that?
Oh, him? He's the leader of the new generation of Weiss, of Kritiker. These three are his other subordinates.
Haha! Really? Let me see!
Oi! Don't just grab the pictures like that! What if you tear it!
You can always make new ones!... Hmm…
What?
This red head is the leader?
Yap.
… His hair and eye color is the same as yours and Yasu's.
Yap.
… he's fine…
Hey!
Why, Kogo? Jealous?
… No.
Oh… admit it, you're jealous because I'm looking at another guy…
… No, I'm not…
Aww… Kogo is all angry coz the kitty is prettier than he is…
Of course he's prettier... At least I'm more masculine.
I don't know… Maybe I like a guy with his build. Maybe I should go for him…
Are you planning to cheat on me?...
…Peace!
Ugh… go away…
Kogo! I was only joking!!
Ya, ya… Just leave I don't need you…
What?! No! Kogo!…
…
Kogo?!!
…
Oh, so that's how you want to play?...
… wait.. no don't… No… no!! Agh! Don't- HAHAHAHAH!!! Wait, no, stop! Stop!- HAHAHAHAHA!!! Danmit Schu, quit it!!!
End of Reflection
Time Check, 6:58 pm
It was a windy night, cold and strong winds piercing through her black trench coat as if it were nothing. Before her was a large building well equipped with guards and security cameras and iron gates to the more vulnerable sides of the company. The moon was full, glowing in a much more blue-ish dangerously mysterious gleaming object mingled in uncanny darkness. Crawford stood by her side and so did the German waiting for a cue to go in and get what they came for. And the current of air, howling and toying with their clothes and hair, like a blood hound in the middle in a most bountiful morsel of his dead prey.
"Where's Fujimiya?" The American asked the German, his arms crossed atop his chest.
"With the two kids and the jail boy, they should be having dinner by now." He replied and gave a loud sigh. "I hate to leave him…But I'm sure with Nagi he'll be safe." With that the wind blew stronger making the German winced slightly as it pained the much more revealed parts of his body. It was almost autumn but the wind was uncomfortably strong even at this time. "This wind is unnatural, yes?"
"Definitely." Yasumi replied. She brought a yellow talisman and a impassive expression plastered on her face. "Let's go."
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It's been a pretty long day. After Ran had met up with Omi in the park, after being glomped and cried for 15 minutes. Schuldig had to go and take care of matters elsewhere and left him in the care of Nagi, with the several do's and don'ts like he was some kind of cat or something. They then drove to Ken in jail; much to Ran's surprise looked really well-fed and well-built. And another long unwanted hug and more tears for about 20 minutes and then Omi started crying again for the heck of it for 10 minutes. Seriously, all the crying takes up more than enough time, luckily for him Nagi was quiet through most of the time. So after emotional moments together they all decided to hang out.
They watched a movie, a very weird movie for them to watch actually, one of those romantic episodes where the 'evil' twin brother steals away the hot-female lead. Also with Ken's constant 'DON'T DO IT!!' to add to the effect which gave him glares from all corners of the cinema for interrupting the intense sticky situation when the 'real' brother comes in and sees his lover in the hands of his own blood and with all the misunderstandings and the rest of the fixing problems and the ending is all crappy and mushy and of course happy. Oh, the truism.
After they had lunch at 2:10 in the afternoon and went around the mall and stare at the things for sale and the several couples and cliques here and there. Somehow seeing them reminded the sword master about what he and Schu would look like together but then dismissed the thought as fast as he could possibly could. He was here to hang out with his friends, not to think of the German though it would happen much more often compared to before. He had to admit he was good-looking but what these thoughts can become is indeed menacingly… green. After all the walking they went to the much more open area of the mall. Where there was a fountain and less people, a perfect place to talk, laugh and maybe pick on each other.
Now they were right beside that place, a night full of stars. The fountain danced and the lights inside of it were changing into different hues making it all the more spectacular. They were waiting for their orders for a good supper, in a seafood restaurant. People walking about in different directions, talking, eating and some were just keeping to themselves.
Ran stared at the table top, blinking a couple of times to see if anything would change. The Nagi was being the silent one as usual and the other two were engaged in some conversation, which he didn't pay much attention too. He had some burning feeling in his gut like something bad would happen, it wasn't possibly because of hunger, Schu had left him with Nagi after receiving a urgent message from 'Scarlet Sage' which he would presume was Yasumi who must've gotten a new codename other than 'Desert' so that Omi wouldn't get suspicious. It was hard to forget a cancelled mission especially since there were very few of them. He turned his head to gaze at something else, a happy couple. By the fountain, marveling at the rich hues and the winking stars above them, laughing and joking around.
It felt good to see people like that… he just wished it was him… and…
"Oi, Aya!"
He snapped out of the trance instantly, then found himself looking at a skeptic Ken. "Yes?" he said before any interrogation could start.
"I was asking on why you're with Schuldig and Crawford." He said a little seriously.
"They saved my life. I'm sort of grateful, I don't think they want to kill me." He answered. Yet…
"You trust them?"
"In a sense," he paused. "Well, I wouldn't have met you guys here if it wasn't for them. Which makes me wonder…"
"Wonder about what?" Omi asked, joining into the conversation.
"Where is Yohji?"
There was no response. He was right… they did sort of forget about him. Not in a sense that they didn't care but more in the path of 'oh ya, he's suppose to be here… where is he?' direction.
"Scarlet Sage said it was too early for you to meet him," Nagi broke the silence and they all glanced at him. Finally he decided to speak. "Although she did promise that you'd all at least see each other today but there was change in her time table to why Schuldig had to leave a little early. But she promises you'll all see him again."
"Who's Scarlet Sage?" Ken asked confused. Just then 2 waiters walked beside their table, giving them their ordered meals and then walked away. They started separating their chopsticks and then getting whichever delicacy they'd like to put on their plates.
"An old friend of Schwarz. Up until now Scarlet is still well connected to us." The telekinetic answered, still his voice impassive. He took a sip of his tea. "It just so happens that she decided to help in investigating Kuduo's sudden disappearance."
"Ahh…" Ran retorted after putting some calamari on his plate. "Do you know what Schuldig is doing right now?"
"Well, a mission obviously. If I know he's with Crawford and Sage. I'm not so sure on what they're doing because I don't get briefed about it…" He paused. "When you guys were in Weiss, do remember any missions concerning a company called SEAL?" Omi was in the middle of downing his cold beverage when he heard the company name and nearly choked. SEAL, how can any of them forget? It was one of those cancelled missions that were way too life risking and not only that it was instantly closed before any agent in both Kritiker and Esset or any other bureau can further investigate or retrieve any details. "Well, SEAL had been a reason of one of Scarlet's best agent's disappearance according to the information she had retrieved already. Sadly though, that's all I know."
Yasumi's best agent?… A recent disappearance. Wouldn't that mean?!
"But the sad thing now is... Crimson, also known as Kogoyoshi Tsujiimoto had died in a mission. And now only his sister, Yasumi is alive."
His thoughts trialed back to what the German had told him earlier that morning. Of course! Kogoyoshi was an agent for his own family investments, he literally worked for his sister who was the President. But Disappeared? Does that mean that the body of the mythical killer known as Crimson is missing? How sure are they that he's dead? Oh yes, he already figured that out. 'Locked', the supernatural simulation that destroys all rules of logic, science, and technology that Yasumi had created, like an eye of God peering at his own creation. There's no way he could be alive without them knowing he is.
Just then a gust of strong winds passed by with a swoosh. Women screamed at the fact that their skirts were lifted. Then it became calm but everything was still swaying at its rhythm. I wonder what Schu is doing?...
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Schuldig hid behind the large metal container, an object mostly seen on top of large trucks. His pistols in hand, once they entered they were immediately ambushed well not completely surprised because Crawford had already warned them about it, Yasumi had sensed it, and Schu had a thorough mind scan of the area to find anyone. Obviously they were expecting them to come. The telepath grinned, all the more fun to kill when there are more than one target, armed, and moving. Playing the predator was always his best attribute. With that he rolled out off his hiding place, shooting the man up the metal steps in the head and the other 2 who came out through the door. So much for back up…
They were in 3 different places, window, warehouse, and front door. The telepath chose the warehouse, Yasumi through the window like a burglar and the least fortunate front door with the American. If his guess was right, the pre-cog would already be on his way up, in a dignified fashion and the young president would be cleaning up the dirt and on her way to the main computer or generators of such.
And the lights just turn off… Yap, she got to the generator.
He started his walk, up the metal steps, stepping on the guy he just killed and found himself in the lobby full of dead people not a drop of blood anywhere. Brady's doing… With that, he unloaded his pistols and replaced them with fully loaded cartridges; it's dark now so he should be more careful.
/Brad, where are you?/ He spoke mentally
/Going towards the fourth floor, quit calling me Brad…/ Came an impassive response. Schuldig chuckled.
/Yasu, where are you?/ He spoke again mentally this time linking with the female assassin.
/Running towards the main computer… It's in the basement. The main office is in the tenth floor, better watch out, there'll be more men pouring in on top. Look for any sort of files that link with the 'morph'./
/Is the main man here?/ The German purred. Finally making his way up the staircase.
/No. Not right now at least./ She answered. /I'm here at the main computer. Crawford are you in the 10th floor?/
/Ya./ Came the American once again. /Schu, you find the files I'll kill off the lackeys./
/No problem./ Came a half serious reply. He made his way faster up the steps, before he knew it he was already at the 10th floor.
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She took her mini laptop from her trench coat pocket, connected the thin wire to one of the parts in the large computer. It was pretty dark but the light from her cross gave her just enough to see what she was doing. She turned on her laptop and quickly got connected with the master computer. Only using her right hand, slender fingers typing rapidly breaking through various firewalls and coded files and saving it into her own computer.
I see… There are files here on Yusuru too… Wait, what's this? She told herself. Seeing a strange looking folder she had unlocked just recently. She double clicked it, her eyes widened and let out a soft gasp of what she saw. No shit… Signum… You son of a bitch… Instantly she saved the files and closed her laptop.
/You guys done there?/ She asked in the mental link.
/Yeah, I found some good files./ The redheaded telepath replied.
/All right./ She responded and started making her way out. She felt something twist in her gut. Is this… a negative premonition?
/Oh shit!!/
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He awoke, feeling his brain trying to break out of his head. And then suddenly, it became soothing and comfortable. He sat up and looked around saw his own bedroom, all the luxury and the richness. His bed in the same fabrics and pillows but there were two things missing… Ran and… his telepathy.
"Holy shit…"
He tried to scan a nearby mind. Nothing. All he got was a headache and silence, he shook his head. He can't read thoughts now, although he wasn't sure if it was permanent and he can only feel small things. He did have the power for a long time, he obviously picked up deduction skills from it.
"Good you're awake…" he heard a woman's voice by the doorway. He turned and saw Yasumi and behind her was Ran, looking impassive but at some pint he saw a flash of anguish in them. Was he worried? "Crawford is still unconscious…" She walked in deeper into the room and so did the red head behind her as he closed the door. "You lost your telepathy, no?"
"Ya…" He paused. "Did you lose any of your spiritual power?"
"Yap… More than half." She replied with a sigh.
"What happened?" Ran asked and they both looked at him. His cool voice still intact. Weiss said their good byes, long ones with more of those crying things, he didn't really want to leave but he had to and he knew that. After a car from Tsujiimoto came to pick him, accompanied by several agents, when he got to the house he found Yasumi pacing in the living room. They placed Schuldig in his own bedroom and gave Crawford one of the available guestrooms and Ran also slept in his own room for once. He felt lonely to sleep alone now, he didn't know why. It was now 9 in the morning and to his eyes Schuldig had lost most of his haughtiness, his usual arrogant fire had diminished.
"Smoke." The German answered. "Thick, blinding smoke. It smelled like dry ice. Next thing I knew it I was here." Yasumi nodded.
"It's a spell, a binding spell. It's used to take away your energy but in this case it's Schuldig's and Crawford's psychic abilities." She paused. "it's not permanent though but it lasts long, depending how much you've already inhaled…"
"So… you don't know how long my telepathy will be disabled?" German asked a little irritated. And the young president shook her head. "Joy…This is going to be hard to deal with…"
TBC…
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