The Song

BY : Darkephoenix
Category: Weiß Kreuz > General
Dragon prints: 728
Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss, it belongs to the orignal creators of the series. Making no money. Just enjoying writing.

We are free. Now. There was a time so very long ago when we were far from that. Yes, we had money and missions. Amusements of every variety possible. But we were still under the iron hand of our masters. A gilded cage is still a cage as far as I am concerned. I dislike cages. Even now.

It began as a vague inkling. A tickling inclination that was quickly discarded as madness in my own mind for a time. I was only one man, after all. For all of the arrogance I possess, yes, I will admit fully to being arrogant because I have a right to be. For all of the arrogance, I knew I would never have the ability to accomplish something so vast and far reaching alone. Therefore, I allowed the notion to slip away from me.

When I was allowed a field team, trust that I fought particularly hard for the people I managed to procure because I had “seen” them in visions, the thought began to tickle at my mind again. Subtle at the beginning. Barely a whisper of “what if” within the confines of my brain. It went on for what seemed like ages. Filtering into my head at the strangest times of the day and night until I could no longer ignore it as had been my previous habit. It began to take over more and more time and space in my consciousness afterward. I made plans, discarded them, accessed my gifts and played out various scenarios in my head until I’d nearly driven myself mad. All to no avail. I put the inclination off again, determined to ignore the now gnawing ache it had created within me permanently. That was not to be the case.

Strangely enough, what brought the real plan about and finally to fruition was simply a song. I generally have no interest in certain types of music though some form of it always seemed to be filtering through the penthouse at various times of the day and night. For Nagi it was J-pop for the most part, Schuldig’s choice was generally Alternative or hard rock, Farfarello, oddly enough, shared my inclination to classical and jazz music for the most part with occasional bits of other musical influences thrown in for variety. It was through him that I first heard the song.

I had been passing by his room on my way to my office when I heard the opening strains of the music.

Pearls and swine bereft of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel


I paused outside the door. For whatever unknown reason those opening lines had grabbed my attention firmly and refused to release it.

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the Highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky


My heart seemed to speed up after those lines. I suddenly felt light headed and dizzy, the onset of a vision. However, this one would prove to be far different than any vision I’d had before or since.

Friends and liars don't wait for me
'Cause I'll get on all by myself
I put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still too close to you
I feel


The solid core of the plan formed within those lines. Usually, in the midst of a vision I have no perception of reality aside from peripherals to keep myself steady and not falling over. But I heard every line of the song. I leaned heavily against the doorway to support myself.

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night, the night.


After the song finished, I remained leaning against the door facing, stunned beyond measure.

Farfarello startled me by opening the door. Unusual that I’m ever startled. He smiled slightly at me. “Kinda reminds me of us. The song that is.”

I looked at him oddly. “How so?”

He shrugged. “People always use us for tools. A means to an end. But we’re more than that. Individually and together. It’s generally the last mistake people make though, hm. Underestimating us.”

Everything was clear now. Perfectly so. We would be free men. It was simply a matter of putting the plans now in my head into action. I would allow us to be used for the time being but I had other strategies in the making. We would be free. I swore it to myself and privately to the others.

The song was my constant companion after that. I downloaded it onto my MP3 player and it was a daily ritual every morning upon waking and every night before sleeping. It wound its way into every fiber of my being. Became part of my breath, part of every heartbeat until the song became part of me as a whole and I became a line from it.

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway.


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The song used in this is I Am The Highway by Audioslave.


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