Strange Times
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,209
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
35
Omi tried to wash the sour taste out of his mouth with over-steeped black tea, the conversation with Yohji having been no more pleasant than the one he had had with Manx only a few minutes before. Of course Kritiker had no idea who would have broken into Abyssinian’s apartment like that. Of course they would look into it, do everything in their power to make sure it didn’t happen again.
It wasn’t going to be a repeat offense. Omi had the feeling that they would have a very hard time sneaking up on Schuldich a second time.
Schuldich had pulled the evidence from their brains as he…did whatever it was he had done. But it wasn’t evidence he could use, wasn’t anything he could toss at Kritiker in accusation.
Omi was not used to feeling helpless.
Fingers twitching across his keyboard in a meaningless stream of stress, the clicking of keys oddly therapeutic, Omi pondered his next move.
Pondered what he was going to tell Aya.
Weiss had no choice but to deal with the unlikely addition of one Mastermind. Experience showed Schuldich did dearly love his mindgames, but in this instance, Omi didn’t think the Mastermind was playing. Schwartz was gone, by Schuldich’s own admission. Omi knew the look of someone grieving. All of Weiss did. Schuldich was telling the truth.
Which left Weiss with a lapful of telepath, much to the disapproval of their masters. Schuldich was a powerful asset, provided they could cajole him into working within the parameters of their motivations and morals. Not that Kritiker would ever see it that way.
Omi closed his eyes, trying to think of any other way to get things to work the way he wanted, the way they needed. A sigh and sip of cooling tea later, Omi picked up the phone. Weiss was a team of four. It would remain a team of four. He had a familial obligation to fulfill, one that would solve Weiss’ current administrative problems.
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Schuldich tilted his head slightly to the left; something Aya was learning meant the telepath had found something interesting along the edge of someone’s brain.
“Ken’s downstairs. And he has got something wedged so far up his ass it’s giving him a headache.” Schuldich’s face went from sly to blank between one breath and the next. “Ah. It looks like your masters aren’t going to play nice and honest with you.”
“You keep that up and he won’t have any reason to walk up the stairs and talk to us.” Yohji groused from his seat on the couch. “And they aren’t our ‘masters’.”
Schuldich bared his teeth in the feral cousin of a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll let him share the best news.”
Aya frowned, that particular expression of Schuldich’s was a little too familiar for comfort. It had promised violence, physical and mental, in the past, and didn’t seem to be lacking in any of that particular…charm at present. The adrenaline kick was welcome. The anticipation that accompanied it was unfamiliar.
‘Don’t worry.’ Schuldich’s voice caressed through Aya’s mind with an odd mix of seductive charm and sandpaper. ‘I’m not going to kill anyone. Unless they ask.’
Yohji opened the door to admit a slightly breathless Ken a few tense moments later. “Good. Everyone’s here.” Ken grudgingly included Schuldich in his visual inventory. Thankfully Schuldich was too intent on whatever it was he had pulled from Ken’s mind to add in any witty commentary.
At least out loud.
‘You’re unarmed, right?’
“What?” Aya returned his attention to Schuldich just as Ken started to speak.
“Kritiker has declared Schuldich a part of Weiss.” Ken carefully avoided use of the word ‘member’ before hurrying on, raising a hand as Yohji opened his mouth to start in on what would most likely contain a question as to the temperature of hell. “Kritiker was forced to accept Schuldich under the direct order of Persia.”
Yohji’s mouth snapped shut.
“Schuldich, what did you…” Aya’s eyes narrowed.
“This isn’t my game, beautiful.”
“Bombay is no longer a part of Weiss.” Ken finished. “Omi has stepped up as Persia.”
“Fuck.”
Yohji’s startled exclamation pretty much summed it up.
It wasn’t going to be a repeat offense. Omi had the feeling that they would have a very hard time sneaking up on Schuldich a second time.
Schuldich had pulled the evidence from their brains as he…did whatever it was he had done. But it wasn’t evidence he could use, wasn’t anything he could toss at Kritiker in accusation.
Omi was not used to feeling helpless.
Fingers twitching across his keyboard in a meaningless stream of stress, the clicking of keys oddly therapeutic, Omi pondered his next move.
Pondered what he was going to tell Aya.
Weiss had no choice but to deal with the unlikely addition of one Mastermind. Experience showed Schuldich did dearly love his mindgames, but in this instance, Omi didn’t think the Mastermind was playing. Schwartz was gone, by Schuldich’s own admission. Omi knew the look of someone grieving. All of Weiss did. Schuldich was telling the truth.
Which left Weiss with a lapful of telepath, much to the disapproval of their masters. Schuldich was a powerful asset, provided they could cajole him into working within the parameters of their motivations and morals. Not that Kritiker would ever see it that way.
Omi closed his eyes, trying to think of any other way to get things to work the way he wanted, the way they needed. A sigh and sip of cooling tea later, Omi picked up the phone. Weiss was a team of four. It would remain a team of four. He had a familial obligation to fulfill, one that would solve Weiss’ current administrative problems.
_____________
Schuldich tilted his head slightly to the left; something Aya was learning meant the telepath had found something interesting along the edge of someone’s brain.
“Ken’s downstairs. And he has got something wedged so far up his ass it’s giving him a headache.” Schuldich’s face went from sly to blank between one breath and the next. “Ah. It looks like your masters aren’t going to play nice and honest with you.”
“You keep that up and he won’t have any reason to walk up the stairs and talk to us.” Yohji groused from his seat on the couch. “And they aren’t our ‘masters’.”
Schuldich bared his teeth in the feral cousin of a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll let him share the best news.”
Aya frowned, that particular expression of Schuldich’s was a little too familiar for comfort. It had promised violence, physical and mental, in the past, and didn’t seem to be lacking in any of that particular…charm at present. The adrenaline kick was welcome. The anticipation that accompanied it was unfamiliar.
‘Don’t worry.’ Schuldich’s voice caressed through Aya’s mind with an odd mix of seductive charm and sandpaper. ‘I’m not going to kill anyone. Unless they ask.’
Yohji opened the door to admit a slightly breathless Ken a few tense moments later. “Good. Everyone’s here.” Ken grudgingly included Schuldich in his visual inventory. Thankfully Schuldich was too intent on whatever it was he had pulled from Ken’s mind to add in any witty commentary.
At least out loud.
‘You’re unarmed, right?’
“What?” Aya returned his attention to Schuldich just as Ken started to speak.
“Kritiker has declared Schuldich a part of Weiss.” Ken carefully avoided use of the word ‘member’ before hurrying on, raising a hand as Yohji opened his mouth to start in on what would most likely contain a question as to the temperature of hell. “Kritiker was forced to accept Schuldich under the direct order of Persia.”
Yohji’s mouth snapped shut.
“Schuldich, what did you…” Aya’s eyes narrowed.
“This isn’t my game, beautiful.”
“Bombay is no longer a part of Weiss.” Ken finished. “Omi has stepped up as Persia.”
“Fuck.”
Yohji’s startled exclamation pretty much summed it up.