Borderline

Fuuma: ^^ Disclaimer time.

Me: I just wish I owned these boys... wish I have wish I might but I could never have them, they belong to their respective owner.

Pairing: Obviously Schuldig is sleeping with Yohji, and definitely I\'m giving that American best friend of his to Ran^^ and added Ken to Crawford\'s life for complications.

Chapter 1

The midnight call


Ring! Ring! Ring!

The phone was ringing.

It was 3.00 a.m. when Schuldig received the call. Fris dis days of practise up till he resigned, he never received a call from any of his patient at this odd hour. He answered the call but the only thing he could here is a slow, ragged breath before he heard a click sound and the line when dead.

He is still young, a straight A\'s student, attending University at Stanford, majoring in psychology studies despite his parents protest, saying that it was a waste, that he could be a scientist or an astronaut but why psychology. Schuldig couldn\'t care less what people says, it is what he wants that matters, his concern is that with psychology he is helping people in trouble and in need. Is that a waste?

He simply stared at his ceiling and turn to look lovingly at his bundle of joy that is peacefully sleeping. He used to work in one of the big reputable hospital in Tokyo, but found it boring with all the political background that had been influencing the management.

The main reason he resigned from the hospital was due to last year incident where one of his patient had committed suicide in the building, yelling his name before cutting his tongue and decided to paint the white hospital wall with his spluttering blood and bits and pieces of his brain. The person that he thought he helped, but he was wrong and the guilty feeling had haunted him down, and he quit the hospital.

Now, he carried on his life with his own investment in properties and other lucrative bonds, thanks to his American best friend, who is filthy rich, well, his friend owned a bungalow on a landed property in Tokyo and Tokyo is the most expensive city to live in this world. 27 years old and still a bachelor living with two orphans.

During an investigation of his suicide patient, he got to know someone from the police department. A first class homicide detective. A young lanky, blond man with emerald eyes. He didn\'t actually know his preference until he met the man. From that day onwards, he had become a consultant for Tokyo Police Department helping out on their some cold cases or new cases mostly homicide that is difficult to solve.

Though he is originated from Germany, he loved here in Japan. The culture, the people, the atmosphere, the beautiful sceneries but most of all because of the person who is stirring from the other side of his bed. The phone had waked the person sleeping peacefully next to him and was now looking at him with his half lid emerald eyes -yawning.

\"What time is it?\"

\"3.00 am\"

Yawn. \"Who\'ll call this early morning?\"

\"I don\'t know. Probably nobody, might be wrong number\"

\"Hmm... Schu?\"

\"Go back to sleep\" He gave him a kiss at his forehead before the phone started to ring again.

\"Hello!\"

Silence.

\"Hello?\"

Silence. Uncertain breathes.

\"Hello? Who is this?\"

Still silence. He nearly slammed down the receiver before he could hear a soft... clearly a man\'s voice, a young man voice.

\"It\'s red..\" A whisper.

\"Who is this?\"

\"Red... too red... bright red...No! No! The eye! Red! It\'s coming\" He heard a sob. \"Please... Help! Help me!\" he could here the voice on the other end, someone who is clearly frightened.

He could here the other owner of the voice from the other end breathing quickened and grew louder before he continued, \"You\'re lying! Shut Up! Enough! No more.. Too bright.. Red! Stop! Stop Talking to me! I don\'t want to hear it! No! Not Enough! It\'s stinks! I know its muddy, you fucking moron! Shut up! It\'s not deep! SHUT UP!!! Just Dig! Stop! My head hurts... Please \"

\"Calm down! Tell me who is this?\"

An uncomfortable silence, before he could hear the voice suddenly spoke. \"Help!\"

\"I like to help you, but you have to tell me who you are\"

\"Me?\"

\"Yes! You!\"

\"But- it\'s coming\"

\"Wha com coming\"?

\"The eyes-evil eyes\"

He could hear the other voice full of despair and helplessness and irony is here he is not being able to do anything or understand anything.

His instinct is that the person who is calling him is clearly in trouble. He could feel the cover beside him stirred again, and when he turned his partner has woken up, rubbing his eyes looking at him curiously, he quickly gesturing him to wait with his hands.

\"Who is this?\" He tried again.

\"Dr. Schu?\"

\"Yes. Please, tell me your name\"

\"It hurts\"

\"What hurts?\"

\"My head... the voices... it kept talking... please make it stop... Help me... make it stop... I can\'t hold this any longer\" Then he heard him screaming, a high pitch scream, full with pain and anguish. He bolted out from the bed, startling his partner.

He tried to calm the other person on the phone, but his effort seems to be useless as he could hear the other person had recoil completely to his own nightmare. Maintaining the eerie whisper, repeating the word \'Red\' \'Eyes\' \'Mud\' as he held his own private dialogue, cursing the evil spirit that threatened to engulf his sanity until he could hear him sobbing, wounded in a pain-filled whisper.

Schuldig waited unable to understand the whispers and rambling, Schuldig heartbeat hastened and as he heard the agonised rambling whispers, his body turned cold and he could feel himself started to shiver when suddenly he heard the man speak again.

\"Dr?\"

\"Yes?\"

\"Tell it to stop hurting me - Please?\"

\"I want to help. Where are you?\"

\"It didn\'t want to stop, the voices, killing me, shouting at me!\" He sobbed.

\"Tell me where-\"

\"Garden... roses... Red \"

\"Where-?\" Schuldig tried again but before he could end his sentence, the line when dead.

It is lucky that his phone had a recorder machine.

\"Who is it Schu?\"

\"I don\'t know, Yohji. I really don\'t know but whoever it is, he seriously need help\"

It\'s 4.00 am now, and he had lost all traces of sleepiness and so do his partner. He switched on the light and rewind the tape and let him listen-\"

He listened carefully, looking at Schuldig who is sweating. \"May be its nothing\"

\"It can\'t be Yohji-it can\'t be just nothing, he knew me and somehow I couldn\'t remember but I swear I heard that voice before, I recognised it but I just couldn\'t remember\"

\"Former patient?\"

\"May be, I\'m going to the library to check on my file\"

\"Based on what? Voices?\"

\"I taped all my session with my patient, may be I could recognised from one of it\"

Yohji got up, smile at him. \"I\'ll make you coffee\"

\"Thanks... What I\'ll ever do without you...\"

Yohji walked towards Schuldig, tilted his head, lifting off the orange bangs that he constantly complaining annoying him and gave a kiss. \"I don\'t know, probably lost\"

\"Uhuh!\"

Schuldig started to embrace Yohji tighter, when Yohji\'s phone beeping. He watched his lover answering the phone and saw that his face changed.

\"Why?\"

\"Homicide, not far from here, the whole family and their guests were slaughtered, hacked and sliced in their sleep\"

\"Such splendid morning news\"

\"I got to go\"

\"What about my coffee?\"

Yohji grinned and kissed him while putting on his pants and hoisting his gun. \"Guess you had to make it yourself\"

\"Guess I am\" He smiled. \"Be careful\"

\"Uh..huh!\" With that Yohji left the room.

Schuldig could hear the front door locked, walked himself towards the bathroom, washing his face and proceeded to the kitchen to make a coffee before trying to explode his brain remembering any of his patients that has resemblance of the voice that had called him tonight.

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Me: Ah... I know this is crap... but I couldn\'t help writing it. It just popped up when I woke up from bed this morning with police sirens screaming. Apparently, there\'s a homicide, a child killed the mother and hacked the father. *shivers* What happen to the world I\'m living in?

Fuuma: ... and you get ideas from that?

Me: Oh! Stop pretending! You are the one whispering over and over again for me to write this. I don\'t even have a title.

Fuuma: ^__^ Don\'t forget to review this story of her. I know she like to write crap stories but she just wanted to know whether is it worth her writing and continuing this story.. though she had two unfinished story *glare at me*

Me: ^__^ Thanks for reading... and if it not nice, blame my muse there

Fuuma: *ultimate death glare*