I feel so bad! During my nice long winter break, I didn't even write a
single chapter! Gomen!
Well, I'm updating now, and that's all that matters! Well, okay, not really, I just feel like babbling.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz...savvy?
Okay, now I think I'm going to start doing individual comments for my lovely reviewers! This is my first time doing this, but since I love my reviewers I decided to give it a try!
Kasra: I suppose Farfarello's story was a little twisted, although I honestly couldn't see him still as murderer for all those years without being affected by it. Though I suppose a Catholic priest was going overboard, it was able to get the point across. I really do enjoy reading your reviews, and I hope you will continue to read this piece of fiction. Thank you!
dark wings alias raat ke rani: Thanks for the information about Holy Orders! Well, now the timing does seem off even if by a little. However, it is true that they never mention what happened with Farfarello or just how old the characters were when Gluhen was set. Once again thanks for the information! I will continue to update as long as you keep reading!
beriath: Actually, I have thought about adding in some characters or plot line or something from side b, but I honestly haven't read anything more about it than the preview. Anyway, it is really sad that Ken and Aya are so close, but yet so far away...keep reading and thank you!
Now on with the story!
Chapter 7
Tick...tock...tick...tock...if that clock had 'ticked' one more time I was going to kill-good thing my old friend Bradley came in through the door instead of somebody else.
"Damn, Schuldig, we didn't get the job," Bradley cursed out loud. I would have easily probed into his mind if I was actually in the mood to, but this time I wasn't.
It's really started to freak me out though. I mean I haven't been able to probe into ANYBODY'S mind lately. It's not that I can't either....that is I mean physically. I just no longer have the desire to torment someone to the point of suicide.
Perhaps I'm losing it myself. I'm going insane! Who cares what happens to old Schuldig, he was a bastard anyway! At least, much more of a bastard than Bradley Crawford was!
Damn it! Why couldn't I just kill him like I did everybody else? He tries to give me these words of advice that are pointless. For example, there was this time when I was trying to probe into the minds of a newlywed couple-he said I was just trying to cover up my own insecurities! What the hell! I'm a bloody assassin! You really think I have any insecurities? Fine, agree with Bradley. See if I care.
"Schuldig, it's your turn to try and find us a job." I wished that he would just SHUT THE FUCK UP! His 'leadership' was getting us nowhere.
"Why don't we just kill somebody? We used to get a lot of money doing that!"
I couldn't stand the look Bradley was giving me. If only I could probe into his mind again I would screw up his brain so badly that I would-but no. I couldn't do it. Something made me stop.
"Is that really what you want to do? Revert back to our lives of old and kill people?"
"Why the hell not? Nagi went back to it." "Schuldig, you're starting to sound like a little kid."
Me, a kid? No, Bradley I'm old...REALLY old...almost as old as you.
"If you must insist on annoying me, please do so at another time. I'm not feeling very well today."
Sure, Bradley, whatever you say. You're the boss of me. You were always the boss of me.
Wait, what? Bradley is not feeling well? Why? Okay, I promise I didn't read his mind, but I knew that something had happened when he was job searching. You could tell easily just from the look on his face. What or who happened?
"I bumped into Nagi if you must know," Crawford replied. I swear I didn't probe into his mind. Perhaps I'm thinking too loudly? "Yes you are, you stupid jack-ass."
"Fine I get the hint; I'll leave. I did have a date tonight."
"Oh really? Who with?"
"My boyfriend," I replied sarcastically. I just couldn't stand to be around this man anymore; he was starting to get on my nerves.
"You really shouldn't leave until you can control your thoughts. You might scare somebody on the street you know." Okay, now this was getting downright annoying. "Now you know how it feels on the other side, Schuldig."
"I suppose I do." I decided to leave Bradley be for a little while and get myself a drink from the kitchen. "You want anything?"
"Just some water please," after hearing Bradley say that I could hear him stretch out on the couch. Something must have got to him today; I was going to find out what.
By the time I reached the refrigerator, I could already hear poor Bradley snoozing on the couch. He sounded so cute! I was about to just grab a beer and leave, but then I decided on the healthier choice and grabbed to glasses full of water. I went ahead and placed a glass right next to Bradley and sat down with mine on the chair next to the couch. He really did look quite peaceful. I really shouldn't disturb him. A little mind- reading wouldn't hurt would it?
I set my glass on the table right next to Bradley's and prepared for any amount of abuse I would receive from Bradley if he were to wake. Okay, one, two, and...
Nagi was standing there like he would always do after we came back from one of our 'missions.' "So how are things?" I heard Bradley ask, "It doesn't seem you've changed at all since I last saw you. You even look more sad, lonely, and depressed since the last time we met."
"Perhaps, but you know how this life goes," Nagi replied monotone seemingly indifferent to the situation at hand.
"I suppose all those Takatoris are the same. They only use you for what you are and not who you are."
"I suppose." Damn this kid is messed up.
"There's more to the story isn't there Nagi?" I saw Bradley with a face of worry. A face of worry...from Bradley?
"Do you remember the last mission when all four of us were together? The one where we kidnapped that girl for Ezsett?"
"Vaguely, but yes. Nagi what is this about? I cannot see where you are going with this."
"Then I will tell you. I saw HER, Aya-chan specifically, not too long ago. She was at Kritiker headquarters looking for her brother..."
"Wasn't her brother--?"
"Yes! Crawford I can't help but feel responsible!" Nagi's yell caused great alarm easily seen and heard through Bradley's mind.
"Is there anyway--?"
"No," Nagi's voice seemed distant and belonging to somebody else, "There is no way I would ever be forgiven. There is no way I could help."
Probing into Bradley's mind made me realize the plan he had in mind during that time. Nagi was able to figure out Bradley's plan too.
"Don't! Do not kill him! You know what he stands for. If you were to kill him, all possibilities would be gone!"
So Bradley...there is one last kill for you after all. This time you're not even getting paid. I would love to help.
"I'm not going to kill him," Brad sat up on the couch and took a sip from his water. "We promised ourselves never to go back to our old ways. However, it looks like one of us broke that promise."
"Brad, look, I'm sorry. I just want to help Nagi out. He feels worse than we do about this."
"Stop your blabbering," Brad looked at me with heart filled eyes. These were a rare item to see from this man. "I broke my promise too."
"But you said you weren't going to kill him."
"I'm not. I know that Takatori's role as Persia must be fulfilled. He tries to sacrifice his own life for those of his teammates."
"And I thought I was the telepath here." Bradley's look of passion soon vanished after that comment. Damn. Now I feel guilty.
Brad just shook his head and continued speaking, "I looked into the future. I caught a glimpse of what would have happened if I did kill again. It wasn't pretty."
Now things were starting to piece together. However there were still a lot of holes in the jigsaw puzzle. Was Nagi ever going to get a chance at a second life? Was there any way we could help?
"There is one more thing we could do." I looked at Crawford quizzically. I knew that his next suggestion wasn't going to be 'get yourself an ice cream cone.' "We could take Nagi's place. Not permanently, temporarily. We could give him enough time to go to America and help find Aya-chan's lost brother. I'm sure Takatori will give in. He always had a soft spot for his teammates."
"Fine, let's do it. We have already broken our promises."
"This makes us more like Takatori than we think."
"Really? How so?"
"We have a soft spot for our teammates as well."
"No Bradley. Not teammates...brothers."
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TBC
Okay, so the last line was a little cliché-ish, but it works and if it were to have been said in any other way it wouldn't portray Schuldig in the way I thought of him after Gluhen.
Well, I'm open to any suggestions at this point in time. I can really extend this story to any length, since I pretty much have the ending figured. I hope to update as soon as possible, but I can't promise anything. Hope you enjoyed and please remember to review!
Well, I'm updating now, and that's all that matters! Well, okay, not really, I just feel like babbling.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz...savvy?
Okay, now I think I'm going to start doing individual comments for my lovely reviewers! This is my first time doing this, but since I love my reviewers I decided to give it a try!
Kasra: I suppose Farfarello's story was a little twisted, although I honestly couldn't see him still as murderer for all those years without being affected by it. Though I suppose a Catholic priest was going overboard, it was able to get the point across. I really do enjoy reading your reviews, and I hope you will continue to read this piece of fiction. Thank you!
dark wings alias raat ke rani: Thanks for the information about Holy Orders! Well, now the timing does seem off even if by a little. However, it is true that they never mention what happened with Farfarello or just how old the characters were when Gluhen was set. Once again thanks for the information! I will continue to update as long as you keep reading!
beriath: Actually, I have thought about adding in some characters or plot line or something from side b, but I honestly haven't read anything more about it than the preview. Anyway, it is really sad that Ken and Aya are so close, but yet so far away...keep reading and thank you!
Now on with the story!
Chapter 7
Tick...tock...tick...tock...if that clock had 'ticked' one more time I was going to kill-good thing my old friend Bradley came in through the door instead of somebody else.
"Damn, Schuldig, we didn't get the job," Bradley cursed out loud. I would have easily probed into his mind if I was actually in the mood to, but this time I wasn't.
It's really started to freak me out though. I mean I haven't been able to probe into ANYBODY'S mind lately. It's not that I can't either....that is I mean physically. I just no longer have the desire to torment someone to the point of suicide.
Perhaps I'm losing it myself. I'm going insane! Who cares what happens to old Schuldig, he was a bastard anyway! At least, much more of a bastard than Bradley Crawford was!
Damn it! Why couldn't I just kill him like I did everybody else? He tries to give me these words of advice that are pointless. For example, there was this time when I was trying to probe into the minds of a newlywed couple-he said I was just trying to cover up my own insecurities! What the hell! I'm a bloody assassin! You really think I have any insecurities? Fine, agree with Bradley. See if I care.
"Schuldig, it's your turn to try and find us a job." I wished that he would just SHUT THE FUCK UP! His 'leadership' was getting us nowhere.
"Why don't we just kill somebody? We used to get a lot of money doing that!"
I couldn't stand the look Bradley was giving me. If only I could probe into his mind again I would screw up his brain so badly that I would-but no. I couldn't do it. Something made me stop.
"Is that really what you want to do? Revert back to our lives of old and kill people?"
"Why the hell not? Nagi went back to it." "Schuldig, you're starting to sound like a little kid."
Me, a kid? No, Bradley I'm old...REALLY old...almost as old as you.
"If you must insist on annoying me, please do so at another time. I'm not feeling very well today."
Sure, Bradley, whatever you say. You're the boss of me. You were always the boss of me.
Wait, what? Bradley is not feeling well? Why? Okay, I promise I didn't read his mind, but I knew that something had happened when he was job searching. You could tell easily just from the look on his face. What or who happened?
"I bumped into Nagi if you must know," Crawford replied. I swear I didn't probe into his mind. Perhaps I'm thinking too loudly? "Yes you are, you stupid jack-ass."
"Fine I get the hint; I'll leave. I did have a date tonight."
"Oh really? Who with?"
"My boyfriend," I replied sarcastically. I just couldn't stand to be around this man anymore; he was starting to get on my nerves.
"You really shouldn't leave until you can control your thoughts. You might scare somebody on the street you know." Okay, now this was getting downright annoying. "Now you know how it feels on the other side, Schuldig."
"I suppose I do." I decided to leave Bradley be for a little while and get myself a drink from the kitchen. "You want anything?"
"Just some water please," after hearing Bradley say that I could hear him stretch out on the couch. Something must have got to him today; I was going to find out what.
By the time I reached the refrigerator, I could already hear poor Bradley snoozing on the couch. He sounded so cute! I was about to just grab a beer and leave, but then I decided on the healthier choice and grabbed to glasses full of water. I went ahead and placed a glass right next to Bradley and sat down with mine on the chair next to the couch. He really did look quite peaceful. I really shouldn't disturb him. A little mind- reading wouldn't hurt would it?
I set my glass on the table right next to Bradley's and prepared for any amount of abuse I would receive from Bradley if he were to wake. Okay, one, two, and...
Nagi was standing there like he would always do after we came back from one of our 'missions.' "So how are things?" I heard Bradley ask, "It doesn't seem you've changed at all since I last saw you. You even look more sad, lonely, and depressed since the last time we met."
"Perhaps, but you know how this life goes," Nagi replied monotone seemingly indifferent to the situation at hand.
"I suppose all those Takatoris are the same. They only use you for what you are and not who you are."
"I suppose." Damn this kid is messed up.
"There's more to the story isn't there Nagi?" I saw Bradley with a face of worry. A face of worry...from Bradley?
"Do you remember the last mission when all four of us were together? The one where we kidnapped that girl for Ezsett?"
"Vaguely, but yes. Nagi what is this about? I cannot see where you are going with this."
"Then I will tell you. I saw HER, Aya-chan specifically, not too long ago. She was at Kritiker headquarters looking for her brother..."
"Wasn't her brother--?"
"Yes! Crawford I can't help but feel responsible!" Nagi's yell caused great alarm easily seen and heard through Bradley's mind.
"Is there anyway--?"
"No," Nagi's voice seemed distant and belonging to somebody else, "There is no way I would ever be forgiven. There is no way I could help."
Probing into Bradley's mind made me realize the plan he had in mind during that time. Nagi was able to figure out Bradley's plan too.
"Don't! Do not kill him! You know what he stands for. If you were to kill him, all possibilities would be gone!"
So Bradley...there is one last kill for you after all. This time you're not even getting paid. I would love to help.
"I'm not going to kill him," Brad sat up on the couch and took a sip from his water. "We promised ourselves never to go back to our old ways. However, it looks like one of us broke that promise."
"Brad, look, I'm sorry. I just want to help Nagi out. He feels worse than we do about this."
"Stop your blabbering," Brad looked at me with heart filled eyes. These were a rare item to see from this man. "I broke my promise too."
"But you said you weren't going to kill him."
"I'm not. I know that Takatori's role as Persia must be fulfilled. He tries to sacrifice his own life for those of his teammates."
"And I thought I was the telepath here." Bradley's look of passion soon vanished after that comment. Damn. Now I feel guilty.
Brad just shook his head and continued speaking, "I looked into the future. I caught a glimpse of what would have happened if I did kill again. It wasn't pretty."
Now things were starting to piece together. However there were still a lot of holes in the jigsaw puzzle. Was Nagi ever going to get a chance at a second life? Was there any way we could help?
"There is one more thing we could do." I looked at Crawford quizzically. I knew that his next suggestion wasn't going to be 'get yourself an ice cream cone.' "We could take Nagi's place. Not permanently, temporarily. We could give him enough time to go to America and help find Aya-chan's lost brother. I'm sure Takatori will give in. He always had a soft spot for his teammates."
"Fine, let's do it. We have already broken our promises."
"This makes us more like Takatori than we think."
"Really? How so?"
"We have a soft spot for our teammates as well."
"No Bradley. Not teammates...brothers."
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TBC
Okay, so the last line was a little cliché-ish, but it works and if it were to have been said in any other way it wouldn't portray Schuldig in the way I thought of him after Gluhen.
Well, I'm open to any suggestions at this point in time. I can really extend this story to any length, since I pretty much have the ending figured. I hope to update as soon as possible, but I can't promise anything. Hope you enjoyed and please remember to review!
