Disclaimer: Kiki has had only three semesters of Japanese, and is about as fluent as a rock. The mixing of languages here is completely INTENTIONAL to illustrate how Schuldig is not understanding everything that Tsuzuki is saying. Any complaints about the mixing shall be printed and used to line Kiki's kitty's litter box. Yannie has in addition had almost no formal Japanese instruction short of the correspondence course offered by CLAIR and a year of survival Japanese living in Japan . All Japanese used previously within this fic has been done with the aid of a Japanese Text book and liberal use of an English-Japanese dictionary.
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.
Oops, before I forget…
"-(Japanese)-"
"German…"
On to the story.
Death Captured
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.
It wasn't enough... He needed skin-to-skin contact. Schu lifted himself a bit and nuzzled at the man's neck. The brunette gasped lightly. The redhead whimpered. His lips found the pulse point of Su's throat and pressed against it. A faint 'dame' was muttered...
Schuldig moaned, a shiver ran through him. More... he needed more. He licked the line of the brunette's jaw.
The faint voice of reason was telling the brunette that he should stop the teen before things became more involved... but the desire to be accepted was starting to override common sense. Another half-hearted protest is made...
Pulling himself up a little farther, the redhead sought the man's lips. Once he found them he started to kiss the brunette softly. Almost reluctantly, the older man started to kiss back. Encouraged, Schu slipped his tongue inside. Now it was the brunette's turn to whimper. The redhead pressed himself closer, hands slipping under Su's shirt.
A finger gently traced the contour of Schuldig's jaw.
The buttons of the brunette's shirt were slowly undone. Schuldig's hands were still shaking. Blinking, Su reached down and covered the teen's hands with his own to stop the trembling. Wrapping the lithe teen in a protective embrace, Su pulled the red head into his lap and slipped his arms up into Schuldig's thin shirt. Once in the brunette's lap, the telepath was completely aware of the violet eyed man's state of arousal, or better put, LACK of said state.
The redhead froze. He'd never been in a situation like this before. Someone didn't want him...
Su rested his head on Schuldig's shoulder and sighed.
The telepath didn't move, didn't relax... he didn't know what to do.
"Daijobu desu." The brunette said, and the teen felt a gentle lapping wave of comfort and protection wash over him.
Maybe... maybe that could be enough. He tucked his face into the curve of the man's neck. The voices were quieting.
In the morning they woke, still curled together like that. Schuldig still tucked away in those inviting arms, and a smile that all but promised that he would always be safe as long as he remained within that violet gaze. His mind was quiet for a change, the close proximity of the man drowning out the thousands around them. He still wanted the contents of that box so badly though. He shivered, his fingers idly running over the soft skin of Su's side.
Lazily, violet irises started to appear from beneath Su's long dark lashes. Su smiled at the teen and said something that partially made sense to him... '-(morning...)-'
"-(morning...)-"
The brunette looked partially confused for a moment. "Anata no -(understood me?)-"
"-(Huh? A little...)-"
Brad was about to knock on Schuldig's door when he got a vision of the red head dragging his friend into a club later that evening. That was sure to be a disaster... Schuldig had better NOT go out tonight. Next to the American a small boy with impossibly large midnight blue eyes watched him impassively. The child had followed him quietly, unquestioning, at least outwardly. He didn't ask, simply obeyed the instructions given to him.
The American sighed and knocked on the door.. Through the closed entrance a 'hai?' was heard as a response. Midnight eyes locked on the door.
Tsuzuki got up from the floor where he was attempting to put the chair back together so that it wouldn't wobble so much and went to the door. That dark haired man who had visited before was standing in the hallway. Next and a little behind him was a small Asian boy. "Hai?" Tsuzuki smiled at the sight of the young Asian.
The child's midnight blue eyes flicked up to his face... then back down to study his feet. The man with him cleared his throat. "Tsuzuki-san," Crawford started, emphasizing the 'san'. "This is Nagi Naoe."
The boy bowed slightly. Tsuzuki did the same. "-(It is my pleasure, please come in.)-"
By the time that Schuldig came out of his shower, Tsuzuki was happily chatting away with the shy boy that Brad had brought over. The redhead toweled off his hair and stepped up next to the American. "Who's the brat?"
"The 'brat' is from Rosenkreuz."
"Oh, lovely... so what is he doing here?"
The brunette looked over at Schuldig and said something too quickly for the red head to even attempt to comprehend it.
The telepath looked at Brad. "What did he say?"
Crossing his arms, the American glanced back at the two Japanese, "he said that Nagi was from a different area of Japan than he's from."
"Nagi's his name?"
"Yes, Nagi Naoe."
"And he's here why?"
"I wanted to know more about who your friend was," the American said coolly.
"Oh. But he's from Rosenhell... don't you think he's going to tell them where I am?"
"He won't."
"How do you know that? It's ROSENHELL... where the students would sell their mother, if they still had a mother, to get ahead."
Brad glared at Schuldig as if the redhead were a moron.
"WHAT!"
"I do not foresee him informing others of your location."
"Not that there is anything I can say about it now." He looked at the boy sharply. "He looks a little sickly..."
Tsuzuki chuckled at the young boy's reaction to the comment, and just waved it off telling the child that he could have been in worse health. Nagi shrugged slightly. He listened to everything everyone said, but said little and reacted less. "-(nee...Nagi-kun, why are you here anyway?)-" The violet eyed man asked the teen in the only language he could speak.
"-(i was brought here.)-"
"-(Is it your first time away from Japan ?)-"
"-(yes.)-"
Tsuzuki looked thoughtful for a moment, "-(I'm a terrible host... would you like some tea?)-"
"-(I do not wish to bother you.)-"
"-(Are you sure that you are not an old man disguised as a kid?)-" The brunette said with a sigh.
The boy's head dropped, staring at his hands. Tsuzuki got to his feet and dragged the child form the chair he was sitting in. "-(Come on... you get to help me with the tea,)-" he said with a wink.
"Hai, Tsuzuki-san."
"-(Tsuzuki... Tsuzuki... drop the 'san.' No one ever calls me 'Tsuzuki-san' unless I'm in trouble.)-" The brunette laughed.
"-(i'm sorry, Tsuzuki-sa... Tsuzuki.)-"
The youth was dragged into the area that was laughingly called the kitchen, "-(you need to relax and smile a little.)-"
The boy looked a bit confused; it was hard to tell since his face was so expressionless. "-(One smiles when one is happy, no?)-"
Tsuzuki poured some water into a kettle. "-(Not always,)-" he said while not looking directly at the young boy.
"-(oh...)-" The child stood on tip toe, trying to reach the cups in the cabinet. As much as he reached... they were just too far out of his grasp. One cup slid to the edge all by itself and then fell into the boy's hand.
"-(I used to work with a guy that could do the same thing.)-"
The boy jumped slightly. He looked up guiltily. "-(it was too far...)-"
Tsuzuki shrugged, "-(you got it though... so that's all that matters.)-"
"hai..." He offered the cup to the brunette.
"-(Any other special abilities?)-" the brunette asked as he took the cup. Nagi shook his head. "-(I can do a few interesting things as well... but none are very useful.)-"
"-(Oh.)-" The boy carefully retrieved another cup. "-(the water is hot.)-"
"-(Think you can get it with your powers? It's really fun to watch things moving like that.)-" Tsuzuki admitted with a chuckle to the young brunette.
"-(i'm not supposed to...)-" Midnight eyes darted towards the other room. The men in there didn't seem to be paying them any attention though.
"-(Please?)-" Tsuzuki clasped his hands together.
Nagi almost swore that he saw a set of puppy ears and a tail sprout on the violet eyed man. With another look to make sure Crawford-san wasn't watching... Nagi looked at the tea kettle. The steaming kettle lifted and floated over to the cups... water was poured out, a little shakily. The pot wobbled visibly on its way back to the stove, but Nagi was able to get it there without spilling any of the hot water. He let out the breath he'd been holding.
"-(That is great control... )-"
"-(It is?)-" He looked fully up at Tsuzuki's face for the first time.
Tsuzuki nodded enthusiastically, "-(It is. You were able to move the kettle AND pour the water without spilling anything in the process. Kouren-kun would have ended up spilling water all over the place, and he's a lot older than you are.)-"
"-(It makes me tired.)-"
"-(It's like any other skill... the more you practice, the easier it will come to you.)-"
"-(I used it to protect me.)-"
The older brunette looked down at the boy, "-(to protect you?)-"
He nodded. "-(From the others.)-"
In the other room, Schuldig picked up a not-so-random memory from his current house guest. A memory of being pelted by stones while crying and running through tall grass before collapsing on the hard ground out of sheer exhaustion. He frowned and looked towards the 'kitchen'. "that's odd..."
The two came wandering out of the kitchen. Delicately balanced on the older man's hand was a tray with the tea. Crawford nodded his thanks and accepted a cup of tea. Schu smirked and took one as well. "Thanks."
Tsuzuki looked over at the American, "-(what do you do?)-"
"-(What do you mean?)-"
The brunette smiled disarmingly, "-(what special trick do you do?)-"
The young man adjusted his glasses. "-(I don't do tricks.)-"
"-(Tricks, skills or talents. They are all the same.)-"
"-(Indeed. I see a bit of the future.)-"
"-(I think that you are the first with that talent that I have met...)-"
Schuldig was looking from one to another... "Could someone maybe say something in a language I understand?"
"He was asking about my abilities," Brad pushed his glasses back into place, "and stated that I am apparently the first precog that he has met."
The redhead looked skeptical. "Does he have powers? I mean... people don't commonly know about us."
Tsuzuki turned to Nagi, "-(what are they saying?)-"
The boy frowned and looked a bit thoughtful. He was obviously trying to puzzle his way through what he was hearing. "-(The redhead)- gaijin -(asked what you were saying. Crawford-san told him. He asked if you have powers.)-"
"-(I do, but I'm not very strong.)-"
"-(What do you do?)-"
"-(I'm an Onmyouji)-," the man partially lied to the boy.
The boy looked quite impressed, the most emotion he had shown the entire time he'd been there. "-(Really?)-"
"-(Really. I'm not the strongest one, but at least I know that I am not the weakest.)-" Tsuzuki cocked his head to the side thoughtfully.
"-(Hm. I've never met an Onmyouji before.)-"
Schuldig almost felt jealous when Su reached over and good naturedly messed up the kid's hair... hell, fuck the almost part, he WAS jealous. Su was supposed to be HIS friend, but he was all cozy with the little brat. He looked back to see Crawford watching him smugly. It didn't help matters when he heard Su laugh. A quick glance in the violet eyed man's direction showed that he was blushing a bit. The redhead glowered at the small dark-haired child. The boy, feeling the eyes on him looked up. He cowered a bit in his chair, eyes dropping to stare into the cup he held.
The older brunette looked from Nagi to Schuldig and frowned slightly. He knew that kind of look... he's seen it too often. Though, how he could identify that LOOK on the Count's face was beyond him. One of his doctor's had looked at him that way while he had been aware enough of his surroundings in the hospital, and it was a look that he didn't necessarily like.
A memory of a small moth fluttering on the other side of a grimy window is brought forth. A young nurse had been singing a song that he had reminded him of his sister, it wasn't until he had smiled weakly that the doctor silenced the woman with harsh words then turned to him... Violet eyes locked onto green ones, watching the red head's reaction to the memory that he was consciously sending his way.
How dare that doctor look at his Su that way. Righteous indignation filled the telepath. He ignored Brad's snort and rolled eyes.
Tsuzuki sighed heavily, got up from where he was seated and headed towards the door. He knew that Schu could be a nice person if he wanted to, but he was not going to stay around a place where he was losing status as a person and slipping into the area of being a possession to be protective over.
Crawford appeared beside him. "-(Wait, please.)-"
The brunette stopped, "-(why?)-"
"-(It is not safe for you to leave. And I believe you can teach Schuldig a very valuable lesson. If you are willing.)-"
"-(What lesson am I supposed to teach him? And how, since we can barely communicate?)-" He didn't bother to comment on whether or not he would be safe... he guessed that he would be, maybe.
"-(You can teach him that people are not things to own or be owned. Unfortunately that is something he never learned as a child. I allow him to stay here, outside of the school so he won't be turned into one of their mindless drones. If you leave... he won't be able to stay out here much longer. They will find him.)-"
"-(Why me? I'm not anyone particularly special,.. I'm not even that great at being an Onmyouji.)-"
The man shrugged and adjusted his glasses. "-(I can't answer that... I only see a little of the future.)-"
Violet eyes narrowed, "-(You're also not the type to give more information than necessary.)-"
"-(That is also true. What is your opinion of Naoe?)-"
"-(Nice kid, though he needs to relax. What is it that you aren't telling me?)-"
"-(Naoe is very new, I'm not sure if he can survive the rigors of his training.)-"
"-(You're avoiding my questions. It would be really easy for me to find a spectacular way to get myself sent back to Japan .)-"
The American closed his eyes for a moment. "-(No... you wouldn't actually. You would be taken on the street, I can see bars... a cage, and a man...)-"
Hmmm, shouldn't summon Suzaku then. Perhaps Byakko? Tsuzuki smiled, "-(I'm not the easiest person to keep.)-"
Crawford snorted. "-(Neither is he.)-" He turned back to the other two, the redhead still glaring at the small boy. "Naoe, we're leaving."
Tsuzuki watched as the American and Nagi left. Leaning against the wall, he started to contemplate his situation. Normally he would have gotten a hold of Watari and gone out drinking until they were both too drunk to even walk straight. Somehow, he didn't think that was an option at the moment. The brunette sighed. He was somewhat annoyed to have been thrust into this situation, and he knew that he was currently blocking out the young telepath. He was annoyed, frustrated and confused... everything that would make him seem weak and easily controllable, and THAT was something that he didn't need right now.
Schuldig was pacing, stalking almost, between the bedroom and the window in the main room. His steps were angry, his hair flying about, charged with static.
The older man opened the door to go out.
The redhead by the window turned to look at him. "Where are you going?"
Tsuzuki ignored the question and grabbed his jacket. For the love of Enma, it wasn't like he needed to get permission to go anywhere, he was already at least two, maybe three times as old as the teen.
"Hey... are you listening to me?"
Violet eyes looked back momentarily before he toed on his shoes and started out.
If Su was going out, he certainly wasn't going to stay at home. He headed for his own shoes. Going out into the hallway, Schuldig saw that the brunette was almost to the stairs already. He pulled the door shut and headed after the man. It wouldn't do for him to get away. When he got to the Japanese man's side, he was practically ignored. The headache was starting. He really needed to get drunk or high. With the man's mind cut off from his... those where his only options for silence tonight.
Once out on the street, the brunette turned to the right, not really going any place in specific. Schu followed along behind. Eventually they came across one of the clubs that the teen normally frequented. It was early and the club was fairly sedate, for now. Though, Schuldig could already see some of the regular patrons starting to look at him and Su. The night might not end up being a waste after all. There was that convenient storeroom in the back...
Several hours later, the two were still in the same club and not completely sober. The bartender had taken an instant liking to the Japanese, and had thought that Su's reaction to sweets was hilariously adorable. Schuldig stuck to his beer... and the occasional shot purchased for him by a dance partner.
"Why didn't you tell anyone about your cute friend?" Erik asked from behind the bar as he prepared a drink for another customer.
The redhead shrugged. "He just moved in a little while ago. And it's hard with the language barrier you know."
"Looks like he's hiding a pretty fine body there," the bartender looked Tsuzuki up and down with a smirk.
Jade eyes narrowed. "don't go there..."
"Touché... sleep with him yet?"
"Why yes... but not the way YOU mean." He picked up his glass and drained it.
"Shame... and someone has just dragged your friend out on the dance floor."
Schuldig abandoned the bar and headed out on the floor. Some real creeps came into this place... it wouldn't do to save Su from that crate to lose him to one of the local perverts.
With the alcohol enhanced by the sweets, the brunette couldn't find a way off of the dance floor and away from the two men that seemed insistent on dancing with him.
