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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Disclaimer: Weiss
Kreuz is not mine. All its characters and affiliates are also not
mine. Nothing involving Weiss Kreuz is mine. Sadly this is true.

Author’s Notes: Sorry for the delay, I’ve been in exile at my
parents’ house while I figured out what to do with my life, which is delay it
and go back to school for another degree.
I’m so broke, stupid tuition.

Touching base with the anime in this chapter by incorporating
a few scenes and dialogue from the anime; in this case episode 12 dubbed by
Sakura Anime Productions. From now on
and until we reach the end, the story will be touching base with the anime
every now and then.

Personal Note: I hate
to quote so heavily, and will probably avoid it in the future, but my
alternative track for this chapter didn’t get Shu’s mindset across as well
without the dialogue from the anime. It
paces better this way, even though I hate getting sucked into this dialogue
prop.

PN2: I’m not even
sure I like this chapter, but as long as it’s been, I’m going to suck it up and
post. This is only a temporary
lull. The next one will be better.

Review Responses: Aww I love you guys, even though you are
probably sticking pins into little Solaras dolls by now.

DakotaRei – Nope
not abandoned. Here I am again. I was attacked by my fandom ADD, but I have
returned; hopefully long enough to actually get some work done on this story.

annime - *sing-song*
I know the answer. But I’m not
telling. All shall be revealed in time.

throwerchick - *sniff* It’s not all that good. *hugs you*

liquidsilver7 – *falls
over* I think you win awesomeness for my longest review ever.   Let’s see: first off, yes I am a very mean
author who likes to torture Brad endlessly mwhahaha *cough* ahem; two, I fully
believe that there is Farf’s own brand of sanity in his craziness; three,
Farfarello tv = Great Predators, Surgery, and Home Shopping; four, perhaps
eventually I’ll let the boys figure it out… maybe :P and five, you speak
German! More awesomeness for you! If you
ever see anything glaringly wrong please tell me.

Tsubaki – Did I
leave you with a cliffhanger… oops… well it was only a little one *hides*

Bards Apprentice – I
totally believe Farfarello reads Marlowe, and I love writing him, so of course
he has to show up even though it’s a BxS story.

Varen – Alas it
was a really long time. Crap I didn’t
even realize how long until I went to post this. *sigh* I suck.

eMu3 – Oh wow you
win for long reviews too. Oki first
review: I like to read smut, but more
often than not what I really want is something longer with plot; it’s more
satisfying. And I agree with you that
Weiss has a lot of PWPs (mine own included ^_~)
I also agree that Schuldig (and Brad for that matter) aren’t really the
type of people to just fall in love end of story. For Schuldig there’s going to be something
else driving him to another person (and any emotional attachment that
evolves). Second review: haha yes I know, I fail at life when it comes
to updating. I have fandom ADD. But I
love to poke at Farfarello because I think he can be a real complex character
when you try to get into his head. Which
reminds me I never posted the little Farfarello character sketch I wrote to get
my mind back on Weiss (runs off) Third review:
Yes, you are very smart! Gold star! Weiss are coming in for a bit to push the plot
along. As for Schuldig, I think in my
mind he certainly isn’t afraid of Takatori (him being a giftless pig and all)
but the fear of what could be done to him wars with his trust in Crawford. For Schuldig the fear is there, but it’s
tempered by the knowledge that he’s an important part of Schwarz and Brad needs
Schwarz. Plus Schuldig is a right
bastard in his own right, and isn’t going to let anyone, not even Brad, know
how scared he really is. I do plan to
slip back over to Brad’s perspective soon, chapter 15ish, so maybe then he’ll
come into focus a bit more.

Bards Apprentice – Didn’t
I just… oh wait… hello again :) I know very long time, and I still fail at
life. My new year’s resolution: be a
better author to my poor reviewers who I don’t deserve.

kagutaba - *sniff*
My story brought you to BradxSchu! *puppy-dog eyes* I feel so honored and squishy inside. I heart you so much right now! I can’t write about assassins like this, must
go read something gut wrenching. Oh and
I fixed the stupid ‘don’t allow anonymous review’ thing. It must have got reset during AFan’s
upgrades. So you don’t have to sign in
to review.

~telepathy~ aka communicating as in intentionally projecting

/thoughts/ aka Schuldig reading someone’s mind as in not
intentionally projecting


(Schuldig is eavesdropping)

German Words:

Großmutter – Grandmother

Kätzchen - kitten

Chapter Twelve:

            Why
couldn’t Crawford just come out and say it?
What was so hard about saying something like, ‘Schuldig, don’t go there
on this day, or you will suffer a horrible fate?’ But no, it was always something like,
‘Schuldig, watch out for the letter P,’ ‘Schuldig, be wary of left turns,’ or
‘Schuldig, you shouldn’t do that.’ The
man couldn’t just say, ‘Schuldig don’t lean back in your chair, Farfarello is
about to slam a knife in front of you,’ or more importantly, ‘Schuldig, Takatori
is going to hurt you by flaying you alive, and I have to let him because I’m an
anal-retentive bastard.’ Instead Brad
Crawford chose to say cryptic messages like, ‘Takatori is going to hurt you,
and I have to let him.’

            “What the
hell is going on in his head?” Schuldig
asked himself for the millionth time, as he drove aimlessly around Tokyo
in his red sports car. After his tussle
with Brad the night before, the telepath decided to be scarce for awhile. He may trust Brad, but that doesn’t mean he trusts him.

            “Bastard,
can’t let anyone else in on the joke.
Never know what’s going on till it’s happened.” If there was one thing Brad could be trusted
to do, it was too looked after his plan of the future. Said plan had always been the plan for all of
Schwarz; hence, Brad would look out for Schwarz, but what was beyond that? What did Brad plan after the fall of
Estet?

            “What does
he want?!” Schuldig yelled in his frustration.

            /What’s
wrong with that guy?/ Schuldig caught
the stray thought from the man in the vehicle next to him, and glared in the
balding Japanese man’s direction. He wanted
to crush the little insect’s mind out of existence, but didn’t want to risk
scratching the paint on his car in an accident.
Road rage kills, but more importantly causes nice red cars to become not
so nice hunks of expensive junk.

            Schuldig
sighed. He hated Japan
with all its little Japanese people, jam-packed Japanese buildings, congested
Japanese streets, strange Japanese food, and stupid Japanese thoughts. What he wouldn’t give for a good German beer
in a good German pub; hell he’d settle for Europe, perhaps
a trip to Amsterdam and a few days
spent in a good “coffee” house. He could
smoke until the voices faded into the background and just drift; exactly the
kind of thing Crawford would yell at him for.

            “Stupid
Brad, stupid Großmutter, stupid Japan,” grumbled
Schuldig, “I should just go get really drunk, find a willing fuck, and just
forget the whole Brad thing. Leave him to play his future hopscotch and go
paint the town with Farfarello, maybe fuck Farfarello while I’m at it. Bet that’d be a kinky party. I should…/Dinner with Oka and her parents/…” Schuldig paused in his tirade
upon catching a stray thought from a familiar mind. “Well what do we have here? The littlest kätzchen
is out to play delivery boy.” Schuldig
hit the gas in order to pull closer to the pink motorbike ahead of him, “and
with the boss’s daughter no less. Just
what I need, new toys, and Brad even said I could have them.”

            Schuldig’s
bad mood instantly lifted at the prospect of playing with Bombay and his screwed up family, the head of which Schuldig
disliked immensely. Crawford had ordered
Schuldig to leave Takatori’s mind alone, for now, but had said nothing about
the offspring. Little Omi and Oka’s budding
incestuous relationship was just too good to pass up. Schuldig thought of all the trouble and angst
he could stir up and shuddered with devious delight. The Takatori clan was a meddling telepath’s
wet dream, and here the two most naïve of the lot were, just begging to be
manipulated. The stage had been set, and
all Schuldig needed to do was feed the players a few lines. He didn’t even have to lie to them! The truth
itself would create so much heart wrenching agony that Schuldig would be riding
the equivalent of a mental orgasm for days; of course, there’s no fun in just
telling the truth. The game would be so
much sweeter with a few more plot twists; it would be just like honey: smoke
and confuse the bees and reap the rewards.

            Schuldig
followed the young couple to their destination, and then drove on around the
corner. He tracked their minds as they
entered the building, listening to their conversation, invading their thoughts:
Omi with his dark and guilty secret prowling the depths of his mind coupled
with innocent affection, and Oka with her craving for attention and unpolluted
devotion. Schuldig slithered silently
through their pretty thoughts. Gently he
brushed against an image, or ever so lightly cradled an idea as if he moved
though a china shop. Carefully he sifted
through the two lovely youthful minds looking for what would hurt the
most. What fears and doubts hid beneath
the sugary exterior: loneliness, abandonment, shame; for soon, oh so soon,
Schuldig would rend their world asunder.
He would take all that they loved and twist it into something vile. He would turn pretty little thoughts into
great raging rivers of pain, and Schuldig would drink it all in like the finest
wine or the best German beer.

            Eager
to let his game begin and let the drama unfold, Schuldig left his car and
walked to a tree across the street from where Bombay parked. A good game
of mental chess with disposable pawns was exactly what Schuldig needed to
relieve all the stress he’d acquired from his not-so-fun-after-all game with
Brad. Schuldig watched as his first
little playmate came out of the building and onto the playing field.

            “I
can’t win. Oka’s so
pushy,” mumbled Omi to himself.

            “Isn’t
she,” replied Schuldig to Omi’s startled puzzlement.

            “Who
is it?” Omi queried to the seemingly empty road.

            “Me,”
Schuldig said as he slid around the tree trunk, enjoying the wary edge in the
boy’s mind.

            “You
are?!”

            “It’s
good to be young,” Schuldig sighed with a fake longing. His eyes rolled skyward in a wistful motion,
closed them briefly, and then opened them to pin his prey with a piercing stare
that walked a fine line between knowing and lecherous. “But killing two of your
older brothers,” he continued mockingly, “and then going on a date with Oka is pretty
carefree. You’ve fallen in love with Oka, haven’t
you?” Schuldig smirked as the boy’s
thoughts surged. Plans were formed and
discarded, the cool calm of a trained assassin giving way to a building anger,
and all through his mind the answer echoed.
“Inside you’ve nodded yes.”
Schuldig could feel Omi’s thoughts begin to fracture, but it wasn’t
enough. He needed the kid off
balance. Doubt was good, but
self-loathing tasted so much sweeter. The
keystone to Omi’s mind was simple; one word that lay beneath every thought. “You branded Masafumi and Hirofumi as evil and
killed them both, but what about you?
You’re one of the Weiss. You’re a
sibling killing murderer.”

            /I’m
a murderer?/ The dam was breaking. Schuldig could see it, feel it, taste it.
Omi’s self incrimination threatened to swamp him, and Schuldig pushed him
harder towards the edge.

            “That’s
right, or how else could you kill your blood brothers and commit murder after
murder for Weiss? Look, the murderer in you
is out for blood,” Schuldig jeered and pointed as Omi’s anger got the best of
him. He grinned manically, as with a
flick of the wrist Omi brandished a throwing dart in his direction. “What would Oka think if
I told her you are a part of the assassination group Weiss?”

            “Stop
messing around!”

            “He’s
angry, he’s angry,” Schuldig laughed as Omi raised the dart in a clear threat,
“How frightening. I’d better retreat for
now,” Schuldig said as he jumped up into the tree. He gripped a low hanging branch and pulled
himself into a seated position, all the while forcing the boy’s mind not to
notice him, which gave the impression that he’d vanished into thin air. ~The game’s just started. Look forward to the continuation.~ Schuldig’s parting words echoing in Omi’s
mind served to unnerve the boy even further.

            “If
Oka found out. If she
found out. Shit!”

            The
telepath watched as Omi hurled the dart at the tree trunk beneath him. The little assassin’s mind swirled in a
whirlpool of self-doubt, loathing, and anger.
Confusion and worry ran back and forth in Omi’s mind with Oka at one
pole and Weiss at the other. As Omi
drove off on his disturbingly pink motorized cart, Schuldig leaned his slender
frame against the tree and soaked it all in, and it was just what Schuldig
needed. With so many juicy thoughts
filling up his mind, so much tangy rage and passion, so much sweet anger and
confusion; how could he possibly have room to think of one anal-retentive
bastard? And the very best part of all
was that the game had only begun.

End

Endnotes: This was going to be longer, but since I have
a rhythm of short chapters which emphasize one or two scenes, I decided to
divide this up. So as you may guess
chapter 13 will also involve the goings on of ep. 12 of the anime. I won’t quote dialogue quite so heavily in
the future, but I wanted to set up Schuldig’s mindset for his new found
game. We all know what happened in the
anime, so I don’t want quote it back to you to much; maybe just a line here and
there to spark the memory. The end of 12
may get quoted a bit (I’m hoping not) as a scene pacer, but it’s more of what’s
happening with Shu and Farf in that scene than what everyone is saying. But that’s for next time, so you’ll just have
to come back and see.

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