Warning: This fic is Yaoi in nature, if you cannot handle male/male (homosexual) relationships, then please do not read.

Setting: Germany, some five years before the start of the series of Weiss Kreuz (Knight Hunters) and Yami no Matsuei (Descendants of Darkness)... Hisoka is not appearing in this for anything. Don't look for him, this is the only place where he will be mentioned.

On to the story.

Death Captured

Part 2.

He shouldn't... he knew he shouldn't, but Schu leaned into the man, drinking in those gentle feelings. No one had ever been like that with him before, not even Brad. He slipped deeper into the man's mind, happy to get whatever he could before Su disappeared from his life. Strong arms wrapped securely around the teen. The embrace more comforting because of the brunette's quiet but concerned musings.

Interesting... he could almost understand the guy in his head like this. Oddly enough, there was a strong shield around the man's mind... which only allowed the uppermost thoughts out. Schu didn't question this, it was nice to have a quiet mind around. Soothing... the kind that made him just want to curl back up and fall asleep.

The brunette began to murmur a little song that brought with it the sweet memories of laughter and roses.

Schu smiled. "roses..."

A memory popped up... a woman with long streaming chocolate colored hair and wide eyes gentle eyes that looked like they were always smiling was working in a garden. Laughing she said traced a rose petal and said that in english, these were called 'roses'.

"roses... a woman with long hair..." The redhead murmured.

Tsuzuki stayed with the teen until he was sure that Shu was asleep before slipping off of the bed. He carefully tugged the blanket up and tucked it in around the redhead. The poor kid had been completely out of it for the past two days. Shaking his head, the brunette didn't even want to remember the state in which Shu had returned that night. Unbidden, the vision of the boy stumbling through the door came to mind. His clothes had only been half on, eyes darting wildly, bruises and other marks on his body. He sighed, trying to put the thoughts out of his head.

It was a knock at the door that allowed him to abandon those memories.

Quickly the shinigami smoothed out his shirt and frowned. His clothes, while always clean, were starting to look more than a bit worn in places. He'd already patched the pants once already and knew that he needed to do so again.

Peeking through the peephole, Tsuzuki saw a dark haired teen... light reflecting off the boy's glasses nearly blinded him, even though he hadn't even opened the door. "Hai"

The young man frowned. "Who are you"

Behind the still closed door the violet eyed man blinked. "Hai"

"Schuldich, stop playing around and open the door."

At least the person knew Shu-san. Cautiously, the shinigami opened the door. "Anata wa Shu-san no tomodachi desu ka"

The man frowned. "Hai."

Tsuzuki brightened visibly and opened the door the rest of the way. "Dozo dozo." He said with a polite and quite relieved bow. Finally someone here could understand him.

The man stepped inside, bowing slightly. "Crawford desu." A set of slippers are pointed out to Crawford before he can come in any further. "Sumimasen." He toed off his shoes and put on the slippers. "Eigo hanamasu ka"

"Sukoshi desu." Tsuzuki replied with a faint blush of embarrassment.

"Schuldich wa doko desu ka"

"Shu-san wa nemasu."

"Aa." The young man headed towards the bedroom.

"Chotto Crawford-san... Shu-san wa nemasu ga."

"Schuldich! Get out of bed right now"

Annoyed, Tsuzuki grabbed Crawford's arm. How could he not understand that Shu needed his sleep"Yamete kudasai."

The young man turned and glared at him. He tugged his arm out of the brunette's grasp and headed for the bedroom again. "Schuldich"

Grabbing Crawford's arm again, the shinigami informed him in not so quite polite Japanese that Shu wasn't feeling well, looked almost as if several large vehicles had gone over him, and that the boy needed his sleep. Crawford scowled and stopped. He took a deep breath. "Wakarimasen." He craned his neck to look into the room.


Under the covers, Schuldig winced. The damn voices outside the door accompanied by the unpleasant emotions made him want to vacate his stomach... that is if there was anything in it anymore. He rolled to the side, slipping out of the bed to the floor. Groaning, he pulled himself to his feet... he thought. He headed for where he thought the bathroom (and hopefully the toilet) was. He'd almost slithered out of the bedroom when someone was there supporting him.

He groaned again, hoping that whoever was being so helpful would understand. He could hear someone talking to him... had to be Brad. Only the American used THAT tone of voice with him. He didn't bother paying enough attention to actually understand the man.

The person helping him got him to a toilet and even held his hair back as he started to heave. There wasn't all that much to come up... He mostly dry-heaved until his stomach stopped convulsing. He sagged, resting his head on his arms. This sucked...

The brunette handed over a glass of water for him to rinse out his mouth and prepared the toothbrush for him as well. He used the toothbrush mechanically. Only then did he look up at the doorway and the American standing there. "So Brad... to what do I owe this visit"

Light glinted off of those glasses. "Do you even know where your little friend is from"

"Not really... he was in a crate that fell off a truck that almost killed me. He was tied up and gagged like a BDSM birthday present."

Brad looked at the brunette then turned back to Schuldig"It was a good break for you. Try to learn at least some Japanese from him... and next time that you get a new little pet, let me know."

"I didn't really intend on keeping him... I just didn't know what to do about him." He groaned again. Su put a hand on his shoulder and comforting radiance poured out of the brunette. Jade eyes closed as he took comfort from the stranger. He needed to dip into his stash. With Brad around and his previous haze burning off... the voices were pressing in on him again. The sweet feelings from Su intensified, and it took the red head a moment to realize that the man was very consciously trying to help HIS shields. He pulled on those feelings, wrapping them around his mind. Patching shields wasn't entirely effective, but it would have to do.

"Tomorrow I am bringing someone that is fluent in Japanese so that we can find out exactly who your friend is... and you WILL be sober when we arrive." Brad informed him.

"I'm not drunk now..." He muttered a bastard under his breath, hoping that Brad wouldn't hear.

"I was talking about other substances." Crawford said pointedly.

"Then that wouldn't be sober would it" He tried to struggle to his feet.

Turning on his heel, Brad snorted"I will see you tomorrow."

"Yeah yeah..."

Outside, the American glanced back at the building. There was something wrong with the brunette. Something dangerous.


Deiter walked down the hallway that he jokingly referred to as his private Zoo. Safely tucked away in reconstructions of their native habitats were the gems of his collection... his gods of death. He paused in front of his lovely Irish banshee, thin and graceful with long golden hair. She ignored him as usual, such a prideful creature. He chuckled and moved on. He had to laugh when the Puerto Rican gave him the finger and told him exactly what he could do with it.

The Tslagi medicine man was chanting again, for all the good it did him. He stopped in front the the currently empty space. The space that should have been filled by now. If those idiots hadn't lost his shinigami.


Happily whistling, Tsuzuki put his broom away before reaching for the mop. He'd already finished picking up, dusting and washing the few dishes that had accumulated in the sink. If he could get the right materials, he could try to reattach the leg to the chair the next day. There was a thump from the bedroom, followed by quiet swearing. Curious, Tsuzuki knocked lightly on the door to Shu's room. He heard more muffled thumps and a hissed expletive.

Opening the door, the brunette peeked inside. The red head was fumbling with the package that had been delivered the day he had gone out. The box was open now and the contents spilled on the floor. Drugs...

Frowning, Tsuzuki strode across the room to where the drugs were spilled across the floor. Gently he took the box from the teen and gathered them up.

"No... no... I need it... I need the quiet..." The redhead babbled, reaching imploringly for the box. The shinigami gave a sad sigh and shook his head. Implying that he wasn't going to give the box back. Schu grabbed for it... but groaned and clutched his head instead. "please"

The brunette shook his head again.

The redhead huddled in a ball, rocking on his tailbone. "make it stop... make them stop..."

Tsuzuki wished that he could understand the teen. He knew that he was hurting... and he also strongly suspected that Shu was a psi. The box with the drugs are deposited on top of the battered dresser. Going down, he pulled the begging red head into his arms. The young man clutched at him, burying his face in the brunette's chest. Tsuzuki let his head rest down against Shu's as he tightened his grip on the teen.