More often than not, peace goes looking for trouble
The building overlooked the streets of Tokyo.
Tall, like the rest, but taller than most. The glass wall spanning from the
ceiling to the floor provided an unobstructed view of the streets. He rested his
palm on the cold glass, the chill tingling his fingers. He looked upon the 'normal'
with something that was envy and yet not quite. So many times had he stood above
the world that lived a life he had given up, and so many times more would he
continue to do the same, watching what he would never have.
He ran his fingers down the smooth glass. Caged,
but soon to be free.
The blinds snapped shut.
Schuldich closed his eyes, clearing his thoughts.
It was not Schuldich who looked through the glass, it was not Schuldich who
wanted to be part of normal. Schuldich did not do that. So he pushed the
familiar yet alien longing out of his mind and turned smoothly, the trademark
smile turned on full power.
The door opened.
"Schuldich," Nagi greeted quietly.
"Unavailable at the moment."
"Schuldich," he repeated, adding mild
edge to his voice.
"You could have knocked and asked politely
whether you could enter," Schuldich informed him, snubbing his cigarette
out on an ashtray. "You've not been paying attention to your etiquette
Nagi gave a soft sigh of exasperation. "It's
not like you ever did."
"Ahh… but I'm not the one who's going
to take after our," he made a rude gesture to his left, "great
Nagi narrowed his eyes. "And what gave you
the idea that I was going to?"
Schuldich's smirk widened. "You mean
Nagi glared at Schuldich, who met his gaze with a
full smile and amused eyes. Then he let his eyes close and his shoulders relaxed
slightly. "You have to get a brain, Schuldich."
"You have to get a will, pretty boy,"
Schuldich countered, boredom catching up on him.
He could practically see the young man's jaws
tightened. But Nagi was Nagi. His face closed up into the usual expressionless
front he put up. Schuldich sniggered to himself privately.
"Crawford is ready."
Schuldich tossed the crushed filter away and
dropped his smirk. A thoughtful look slowly passed over his face. "How long
since the Century was destroyed?" he asked.
"Thirty-six days," was the unhesitating
Schuldich nodded absently. ~Thirty-six days on a
leash. This will be the end.~
~We believed 'the end' to be exactly
thirty-six days ago too... We underestimated Estet… didn't we?~
Schuldich snorted. ~Those old fools… how
capable can their dogs be? We waited so long so that we could do a clean job of
wiping them out, and only for that reason.~
Nagi was silent.
~These nitwits are stupid enough to think that
they can monitor our every movement with cameras, and trust our intelligence to
be so low that we won't notice,~ Schuldich scoffed. ~You're better off
worrying for your stunted growth.~
"Get some rest," Nagi cut the topic
off, speaking out loud. "You will be doing most of the work today. We'll
set off at 2330 sharp." ~Tonight the last of Estet will die.~
The door closed, and Schuldich was left to
himself. He fell into the soft white leather couch, sighing in exasperation. He
wanted more freedom than the space within four walls. Sick, so sick of being
Estet's lapdog. So sick of having to pretend in front of them, even though he
was taking amusement in doing so. The fun had dried up long ago.
Their last few days in the hotel room had been a
trial of their acting skills. No one seemed to having any problems with that
besides Schuldich. He was soooo fighting the urge to scramble the brains of the
guards watching them. Twitching, even. The mission Nagi was speaking to him
about just the moment ago had been the first assignment to Schwarz since the
fall of the original leaders. Or the guards probably thought so anyway.
His eyes lazily moved to the clock. There was
still a boring half an hour to go. He badly wanted out, but was under
Crawford's orders not to leave at all. And of course, the all-knowing
clairvoyant was not to be disobeyed.
Since when have you started giving a shit to
Crawford's wishes anyway? Schuldich smirked to himself, feeling stupid.
Following Crawford's orders had become something he accepted as his duty
lately. He remembered when Schwarz had started out with only them two, he had
given Crawford practically hell. There was so much to do, and so much Schuldich
would not oblige to doing. He had been fifteen when he first joined Schwarz, the
same age as Nagi now, but much more painful to manage. Oh no, he was not a good
He would have the clairvoyant placing men at all
exits when it neared a mission, in case he missed a vision of Schuldich trying
to escape out. Schuldich smiled a little at the memory. The etiquette teacher he
had was sent to the hospital on the third day of his job, and a few more
followed because Crawford had been insistent on 'proper behavior' on formal
gatherings. But in the end, it was Crawford himself who took time to train him
into who he was.
He had been by the clairvoyant's side for eight
years already… eight long years…
Schuldich closed his eyes.
Crawford sat quietly at his desk, looking hard at
the ticking clock on the wall of the suite's study. They, meaning Schwarz,
were currently residing in the suite at the top level of the detached
headquarters of Estet, the special rooms that were exclusively reserved for
their use. The whole suite took the space of the entire level of the office
building, furnished as expensively as Schwarz was worth. There was even a
special built in for Farfarello, since Estet's impression of the madman from
the first meeting had never once changed.
One bloody teenager with blood running down his
body like perspiration, offal of a dead guard in the mouth that smiled and
whispered silent prayers. One rabid animal that dug out its eye with bare hands,
and laughed as he crushed it.
Crawford remembered, all right. It had been
barely three years. Nagi had not been with them when they caught the madman on
the streets, so the young boy had not the picture of blood engraved in his mind.
Even Schuldich had moved on with no smart comment.
Over the years, the redhead had become almost his
friend. He had not expected the partnership to last when Estet first shoved the
smirking rebel to him. Schuldich had nearly gotten them killed not only once,
that was for sure. Only Crawford's pre-cog abilities had saved them time and
time again from death, where they belonged.
The path had not been smooth, but his patience
and hard work on the German paid off beautifully. The end result proved to be
much more than satisfactory – Crawford would never consider himself as
dependant, but he harbored the fear at the back of mind that he had long taken
Schuldich's presence and telepathy for granted. It's going to be my
demise one day…
More often than not, Crawford himself felt like
finishing off the German. Estet's determination to bring in Nagi had almost
killed the said redhead – Crawford had been left to his own devices with an
unbalanced telekinetic child when Schuldich sneaked off without his knowing,
having left with the utmost confidence that Crawford would manage fine
without him. That night, a bleeding clairvoyant had him at gunpoint, and nearly
fired out of rage.
~Maybe I should do that again? It had been fun to
see you losing your cool,~ Schuldich taunted suddenly, following Crawford's
Crawford shifted his position to get more
comfortable. ~You can always try. You liked the circuit, didn't you?~
It was the redhead's punishment. Crawford had
run electricity through him until he screamed. It was one day that the telepath
tried so hard to forget.
~Talk about sadistic…~ Schuldich sighed again,
Crawford could feel the subtle impatience in his
voice. Schuldich was anticipating, and so was he. They had waited long enough
for this day to come. Their leader's eyes hardened.
The black was going to break away from the
shadows soon, and unlike the shadows, the black could survive in light.
A knock sounded on the heavy oak doors. It opened
quietly, and Nagi stepped in, closing the door the way only he could. "I
have delivered the message. He's smoking in the lounge," Nagi said
flatly. Crawford already knew; it was a small service for the guards watching
them through the cameras.
"Farfarello?" Crawford asked calmly,
still watching the clock past Nagi's head, eyes having not once left
throughout his conversation with Schuldich.
"I gave him his weapon before I went to
Schuldich. He should be playing with it." ~Are we going to destroy the
cameras or kill the guards watching?~
Crawford nodded in acknowledgement. ~The guards.
Schuldich's work.~ "And you, Nagi?"
"I follow you," Nagi replied evenly.
"I always have, Crawford."
Schuldich smirked again, listening in to the
conversation. He wondered when Schwarz the unfeeling assassination group had
started to actually share bonds with one another. Just a few years ago they
could stab each other in the night and spit on the corpse.
But sometime, sometime in days they had been
together and fought for themselves, a mutual objective had been formed, and it
was perhaps that that made the team of psychopaths called Schwarz, enough
for loyalty and perhaps friendship to develop.
Nagi saw Crawford as a leader and someone to
respect. It was Crawford who picked him from the dumps and colely raised him
when no one even gave a damn. Schuldich smirked cynically to himself. He
wondered if Crawford resembled anything like a father to the boy. Maybe that had
been why Nagi returned to them even though Crawford abandoned him to his own
devices with the bunny girl when the building crashed down on them. Maybe
Crawford knew he would return, who could tell?
Crawford the unfeeling bastard had gained trust
and authority among the four. He was ruthlessness that no longer extended to his
own team members. Like a guardian who led but did not dominate.
Schuldich paused in his thoughts. Cut that
out. That guardian has two horns.
Farfarello was the latest to join them. The
madman had gained semblance of sanity from the time when they first met to now.
At least he recognized his own teammates. Farfarello followed orders, and killed
with rapture, no questions asked. He had more tolerance with the German than the
~He's only pretending to bear with you.~
Crawford's voice spoke to him.
~You know, I never keep this link up for you to
eavesdrop,~ the redhead replied lazily, even though he did not mind the
intrusion at all. Schwarz had shared little privacy ever since the link went up.
Thoughts leaked out more often than not, unless the owner of the mind chose to
guard. Crawford did, most of the time.
~I heard my name, and the natural instinct is to
reply,~ Crawford reasoned, all serious.
~You must really be bored, huh? To lower yourself
to speak with me,~ Schuldich mocked in amusement.
~I'm waiting, but I'm not bored.~
~And so am I, Crawford, so am I…~
The door was flung open, and hit the wall with a
loud crash. Schuldich muttered something rude then rolled over onto his front to
glare the intruder full in the face. "Someone is trying to get rest here,
The one golden eye scanned the room slowly,
passing over Schuldich's annoyed look easily. Then he padded in slowly, still
looking around. Schuldich rolled back to his original position, grunting in
discontentment. Farfarello ignored him, possibly not having even heard the
It was only after a few minutes of shuffling
about that Farfarello stopped in front of Schuldich. The redhead glared up.
Farfarello gazed down.
It continued for a few minutes.
"What do you want?" Schuldich finally
asked, knowing his eyes would long tire out before Farfarello's. And knowing
from experiences, the madman would not know he was supposed to talk unless
"Give me a knife."
"Nagi said he already gave you one. The nice
long retractable one, so shoo," Schuldich gave him a dismissive wave.
"The Angels touched it."
There was a pause, after which Schuldich sat up
with a sigh. "Give it to me." He held out his hand, demanding the
faulty weapon. He had long learned to decode his teammate's words. Whatever
was spoilt, the Angels were always at fault. "Well?" Schuldich asked
when the Irishman did not move.
Farfarello appeared to give his words some
thought before replying slowly, "What the Angels rest their filthy fingers
on, I will not."
Schuldich took back his hand, and buried his face
in it, muttering something incoherent.
"I think you were asking for this," a
soft voice said.
Something cold tapped Schuldich's arm, and the
redhead reached out with his free hand without looking. He let out a breath into
his palm, then set about opening up the handle of the blade/spike that
Farfarello favored but was willing to give up because there had been Godly
influence on it.
Nagi approached the two from where he had been
leaning on the doorframe. He sat down on the couch beside Schuldich, hands
between his knees and looking upon the ground, not saying a word. Farfarello
watched Schuldich work with an intense gaze, and made no move to sit down
"What's wrong?" Schuldich asked, not
really caring one way or another.
Nagi kept silent, thoughtful. "Schuldich…"
"Hm?" the redhead replied distractedly,
pushing at the button that was supposed to release the spike from the handle.
"Where do you think we'll be after
Schuldich paused for a moment. "That's for
our almighty leader to answer, don't ask the ignorant telepath."
"You know he won't tell me."
"He probably hasn't seen that far
yet," Schuldich answered dryly, experimentally pulling the spike out.
"Can you look?" Nagi asked, still not
"Nope," Schuldich replied lightly.
"His head is fucked, that guy."
There was silence next as Schuldich put the blade
back together, and threw it at the watching Farfarello. "There, no more
Angels or whatnot. I killed them."
Farfarello picked up his weapon from where it had
dropped onto the carpeted floor, having been reluctant to catch it before. He
cocked his head, looking at it in consideration, before padding away to the
opposite couch with the handle gripped tightly in his scarred hands.
"Ch', no words of thanks?" Schuldich
leaned back into the soft white leather.
"…Do you think… after this… we'll
still be together?" Nagi's voice sounded, the lack of its usual
confidence obvious and loud.
Schuldich closed his eyes. ~Who else in the world
do we have?~ He opened his eyes a crack, and glanced over at Nagi, who was
looking carefully at him. ~We are together now because we can go to no one else,
and we'll be together tomorrow for the same reason. What the hell are you
Nagi did not speak until a few minutes later,
when Schuldich had gone into a sleepy haze. ~I don't know… I have a bad
feeling about tonight… then I realize that I don't want to be alone
Crawford stepped into the lounge. Schuldich was
asleep, and Farfarello was driving his blade into a cushion. Only Nagi looked up
when he sat down on the far end of Farfarello's couch. He gestured to the
Nagi nodded, then shook Schuldich by the
shoulder, getting a muffled grumble in return. It took a few more tries before
he could be forced into opening his eyes, and when he did, the first person he
fixed his glare on was Crawford, then Nagi. "If I get dark rings, the first
minds I scramble will be yours." One big scowl to go with it.
Nagi resumed his original position, gazing
straight forward expressionlessly at Crawford. Farfarello pushed his cushion
away. The spike went through the wooden table between the four men.
The clock ticked away.
Crawford nodded. "Schuldich."
The German smirked.
Four pairs of feet made no sound as they walked
down the carpeted floor. They stopped in front of two heavy wooden doors, the
silence that fell punctuating their arrival. No one tried to stop them. The
guards that were posted lay dead on the floor, necks twisted without any signs
of weapons used. Crawford stepped over them calmly, and opened the doors in a
Heads turned towards them.
Fear. So much of it.
Schuldich closed his eyes, soaking every bit of
emotion that he could catch. They were so strong, rippling through his mind in
waves. amid the noise of their silent screams were traces of confusion,
apprehension, dread, fear, fear and more fear. There were no questions to why
they appeared at one of highest meetings unbidden. Schuldich snorted quietly.
They should have realized before they tried forcing them back to a leash again.
"Craw… Crawford!" the man sitting at
the head of the table stuttered, the one word seeming to have taken everything
out of him.
"At your service." The clairvoyant drew
a gun out of his jacket.
No one moved. No one dared to move. Schuldich
heard the screams inside their heads, smirked as they trembled, trying to
swallow and not choke on terror. Beside him, Farfarello's blade shot out with
a crisp sound of metal, stretched to its longest. He brought the sharp spike to
his mouth, and ran his tongue over it lovingly. Nagi ran his eyes over them in
disinterest, like how one would spare a bug a look before stepping on it. The
sheep for slaughter sat paralyzed in their seats around the long table.
"You should never try to tame the wild.
Learn from the mistakes of others, because your predecessors have tried and
failed in their death," Crawford said, his voice cutting through the think
tension, so final it seemed to echo. He cocked his gun.
~I thought you dogs would at least tried to hide
when the old fools died,~ Schuldich laughed into their minds. ~But no, of course
you didn't know we did it. You just had to get us under your control, don't
you? Greedy, ignorant humans…~
The silence resumed totally after his words, then
the leader let loose a repressed scream, and whipped out a gun, leveling it at
A shot fired.
The man crumpled into his chairman's seat
before the echoes died off.
Panic broke. Upon the first scream, Crawford
smiled, and stepped back. "I haven't even collected my paycheck
Schuldich stepped forth replacing his leader,
even as a man trying to charge him slammed into an invisible wall. "Tsk tsk…
why so impatient…?"
He mock-winced, as a wail sounded from his left.
"And we haven't even moved yet."
A window was thrown open, and a man in tie
scrambled to get on the windowsills, yelling out into the night air for help.
Schuldich frowned, his ears and mind throbbing. "Countdown to firing,"
he sang, as the thoughts started collecting in his head, swirling and
overlapping each other. He needed enough to kill every one of the pigs in the
slaughterhouse – the fools did not even know that they were feeding their own
Farfarello charged, his battle cry ringing over
the cacophony. The old man he pounced on collapsed onto the ground and trembled
at the feral fire of insanity in the single golden eye, throat rasping but
unable to produce any other sounds.
Nagi stepped forward. The noise was already
overwhelming, too painful for the ears to bear. Nagi frowned delicately, then
lifted his hand.
Crawford's evil smile widened in victory, even
as an untimely vision flooded his head and the reality faded out. In that one
second, the future twisted itself, and changed.
"Schuldich, look out!" Crawford called
sharply to the telepath, even as he reached out for the redhead. Schuldich could
not hear him.
"Zero," Schuldich whispered.
Red hot blinding pain flared. Schuldich's
scream tore into the night, even as the howls of others died instantly, as if to
accommodate his solitary voice. A gun fell onto the ground, the owner collapsed,
blood running from his eyes and down his face. The remnants of the gunshot
reverberated in the wake of the telepath's cry.
~Schuldich!~ Nagi fell on his knees beside his
teammate. His eyes went to the wound on his arm, careful not to touch the mess
of blood and flesh. The green cloth of his jacket was soaked in red, contrasting
painfully. He tapped the redhead's face, but got no response.
Crawford joined Nagi by Schuldich's side, and
knelt down. Farfarello stood watching.
"It's not enough to knock him out,"
was Crawford's plain statement, as he examined the hole in Schuldich's upper
arm. The rage in his voice was barely concealed. Anger at himself, anger for his
miscalculation. It hurt his pride to make such a foolish mistake.
"What happened?" Nagi asked, flipping
the German carefully so he laid on his back.
"The shot must have distracted him. It hit
him when he was firing the whole load of thoughts," Crawford's lips
thinned. And they backfired to hit him twice as hard.
"Bring him along. We're leaving," he
bit out, then turned and strode out of the bloodied room.
My first Weiss Kreuz fic, but not my first try. I
started another one first, but decided to make this my debut, because the other
one will be long, and I will only post the first chapter when I'm ready to
continue. I'm very happy writing this, and glad, because fic writing has
become more of a chore for me lately. Pardon the twisted characterization, but
the fics have too much of an influence on me, sorry. This chapter focuses more
on showing the relationship between the members of Schwarz than anything, so it's
rather boring… I promise everything will get better. Schuldich still has his
memory to lose.
Dedicated to Ray-chan. If you're reading this,
then I hope you'll come back, please.
The original title, Faded Waters, is provided by
Shizuyu of the Hentai Gumi, modified by saturn.
This fic is inspired by the great work of Mami-sama,
Temporary Peace. Thanks a lot to her for writing it, and for letting me use the
idea *sighs happily*.i promise I will not follow her plot, I'm just using the
idea of amnesia.
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