sweet home
Man, I've been feeling off-kilter for a couple weeks. Very annoying. But along comes my boys and Schuldig kicked my ass back into shape. I feel half-way to normal again now. Huzzah!
Just another reminder of why I really need to write regularly if I want to function right.
Title: Bygones
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Characters: Schuldig, Crawford, Youji
Rating: R
Warning: Oh, so dark. Mentioned character deaths.
Disclaimer: Not mine, yet. Someday…
AN: For janen_san , who wanted WK with toys.
Summary: He had thought ‘how bad could he be?’
How bad could he be? he remembered thinking, hours and hours or maybe only moments ago. Things were different now. Bygones were bygones as far as he was concerned and life had moved on in that way it had. No more black and white, just everyone flying in different directions with different agendas.
So when he had seen him, sitting on a park bench and watching people stroll by with a distant expression, Youji had wandered over with his hands in his pockets, whistling a nameless tune.
It had all happened years ago, after all.
After all.
Right?
And Schuldig had merely raised an eyebrow at the blond’s appearance. Bored, cynical, curious. Maybe even amused.
“What the hell happened to your hair, Kudou? Piss some girl off enough?”
Youji was even tempted to add ‘civil’ to his list, all things considered. Or close enough to it that the ex-detective actually took a seat on the opposite end of the bench, watched the telepath shift into a comfortable sprawl that threatened to trip any unsuspecting passer-bys.
“You don’t want to bring style into this convo, Schwarz. You’ll lose that round.”
“Touché.”
When the silence settled down it wasn’t, oddly enough, an awkward kind. Just two guys with nothing and everything to talk about, letting things lie.
A distance away, a group of children laughed.
“So, you guys still together?” Youji asked suddenly and winced when blue eyes slid over to meet him head on. Schuldig smirked and shrugged a lazy shoulder-no more green coat, he noted.
“Not right now. We’ve got different…priorities. I just wanted to come visit the old hunting grounds. Reminisce.”
Youji’s hand made an aborted movement towards a watch that wasn’t there. The German just snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Relax, Kitten. I’m not here to fight,” Schuldig drawled in that careless way only he could pull off, flicking red-orange hair away from his face.
Just enough for the blond to see a slim off-colored line circling his throat like a hard-earned necklace.
Jade eyes narrowed pointedly. “You sure about that?”
Schuldig chuckled and traced the scarred line with a delicate finger. “Water under the bridge, Kitten. Ja?”
“That’s a hell of a lot of water, if you ask me,” Youji muttered. Burnings and kidnappings and explosions. Temples ruined and gods destroyed and a chilling ocean swallowing them whole.
“The way I see it, it’s all over with. You’re not the enemy, and you never were much of a challenge,” Schuldig said with a smug air, eyes glittering at Youji’s indignant noise. “You thought you were? Aw, how cute.”
“Well we handled you just fine, didn’t we?”
“I’ve had better.” With that stupid lazy shrug again.
Annoyed, the ex-florist attacked a convenient can with his foot. It skipped across the pavement and disappeared into a bush. “Yeah, but who managed to give you that souvenir, huh?” he asked with heat, gesturing towards the scar his wire had left.
“Just another in the collection.”
It was too surreal and bizarre. Youji watched the redhead with something between disbelief and wariness. If it were reversed, the blond wasn’t sure if he would be behaving as genially as the telepath. And for someone that Youji had considered a crazy, sadistic bastard for years…
It was just too strange.
“What do you want?” he demanded. “What’s your plan?”
“Me?” Schuldig considered, opened his mouth, then reconsidered. “I was going to say an all-expenses-paid trip to the Keys, but that’s not what you want to hear.”
Youji waited.
Sighing, the other man waved a hand through the air. “I’m waiting to see if Crawford is going to show up any time soon. I was minding my own business when you walked over, Kudou, so don’t act like this little pow wow was my idea.”
Pow wow? Youji thought, then decided he would have preferred the German’s vacation answer. Crazy sadists shouldn’t say pow wow.
“I probably should pay you back for the scar though, huh? Would it make you feel better?”
Schuldig abruptly stood and was in front of Youji before the blond had time to react. They glared at each other for a moment then…
…then Schuldig kicked him in the shin.
“Bastard. I hate high-collared shirts, and now I have to wear them to all those fancy banquets we work,” Schuldig said, crossing his arms.
Youji gaped. Schuldig grinned.
“We done then? Because I’m hungry.”
“Why?” the blond finally asked as his mind raced to catch up.
Schuldig was already turning away, swaggering steps taking him away. “I already told you, Kitten,” the telepath tossed over his shoulder. “You’re not the enemy.”
How bad could he be? Youji had thought and had followed. One step leading to two and three and far more than he originally planned.
Now leather bit into his wrists, too tight to be appealing, and the air was cool on his skin. Stripped to the waist, hair itching from now-dried sweat. Black and wrong, not at all what he had expected because he thought he had left these type of people behind in the dark.
One, two, three swipes at his abdomen that stung.
Schuldig hummed in a pleasant lilting voice. The silver knife in his hand could have been pretty if it wasn’t stained red.
“Kitten, I thought you would at least claw back a little bit,” Schuldig purred up at him.
Youji would have, had wanted to, once he had figured out most of the puzzle pieces. But by then it hadn’t just been a gleaming-eyed Schuldig. The door was still open half-way, the only bit of real light pouring in, broken up by the shadow of a man.
“Perhaps you should treat your toys better, Schu. This one might break rather quickly,” Crawford told his telepath almost fondly. The redhead cocked his head to the side, thinking it over, then let the knife imbed itself in the wall.
He had other accessories to use, all lined up and ready.
Crawford smiled then glanced towards the strung up blond. “You’ll have to forgive Schuldig. He hasn’t been quite the same since the tower fell. And when Farfarello and Nagi fell. Well. Degradation, you see.”
“I’m fuckin standing right here, Brad,” Schuldig snarled.
“I’m aware of that.”
“Asshole. Don’t know why I put up with you,” the redhead muttered as he chose a new weapon, even though the exactly why was clear to anyone with eyes.
When Schuldig traced the line of his left cheek with a sharp nail, Youji wondered how much longer he’d be in possession of that particular part of his autonomy.
“Thought we weren’t enemies anymore,” Youji finally ground out, tasting salt and iron on his tongue.
Schuldig blinked, surprised, before a long grin stretched his mouth, little points of white showing through. He leaned forward until red brushed against the blond’s shoulder. “We aren’t. Let bygones be bygones, right?” he murmured.
“But now…now, Kitten, you’re just prey.”
Just another reminder of why I really need to write regularly if I want to function right.
Title: Bygones
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Characters: Schuldig, Crawford, Youji
Rating: R
Warning: Oh, so dark. Mentioned character deaths.
Disclaimer: Not mine, yet. Someday…
AN: For janen_san , who wanted WK with toys.
Summary: He had thought ‘how bad could he be?’
How bad could he be? he remembered thinking, hours and hours or maybe only moments ago. Things were different now. Bygones were bygones as far as he was concerned and life had moved on in that way it had. No more black and white, just everyone flying in different directions with different agendas.
So when he had seen him, sitting on a park bench and watching people stroll by with a distant expression, Youji had wandered over with his hands in his pockets, whistling a nameless tune.
It had all happened years ago, after all.
After all.
Right?
And Schuldig had merely raised an eyebrow at the blond’s appearance. Bored, cynical, curious. Maybe even amused.
“What the hell happened to your hair, Kudou? Piss some girl off enough?”
Youji was even tempted to add ‘civil’ to his list, all things considered. Or close enough to it that the ex-detective actually took a seat on the opposite end of the bench, watched the telepath shift into a comfortable sprawl that threatened to trip any unsuspecting passer-bys.
“You don’t want to bring style into this convo, Schwarz. You’ll lose that round.”
“Touché.”
When the silence settled down it wasn’t, oddly enough, an awkward kind. Just two guys with nothing and everything to talk about, letting things lie.
A distance away, a group of children laughed.
“So, you guys still together?” Youji asked suddenly and winced when blue eyes slid over to meet him head on. Schuldig smirked and shrugged a lazy shoulder-no more green coat, he noted.
“Not right now. We’ve got different…priorities. I just wanted to come visit the old hunting grounds. Reminisce.”
Youji’s hand made an aborted movement towards a watch that wasn’t there. The German just snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Relax, Kitten. I’m not here to fight,” Schuldig drawled in that careless way only he could pull off, flicking red-orange hair away from his face.
Just enough for the blond to see a slim off-colored line circling his throat like a hard-earned necklace.
Jade eyes narrowed pointedly. “You sure about that?”
Schuldig chuckled and traced the scarred line with a delicate finger. “Water under the bridge, Kitten. Ja?”
“That’s a hell of a lot of water, if you ask me,” Youji muttered. Burnings and kidnappings and explosions. Temples ruined and gods destroyed and a chilling ocean swallowing them whole.
“The way I see it, it’s all over with. You’re not the enemy, and you never were much of a challenge,” Schuldig said with a smug air, eyes glittering at Youji’s indignant noise. “You thought you were? Aw, how cute.”
“Well we handled you just fine, didn’t we?”
“I’ve had better.” With that stupid lazy shrug again.
Annoyed, the ex-florist attacked a convenient can with his foot. It skipped across the pavement and disappeared into a bush. “Yeah, but who managed to give you that souvenir, huh?” he asked with heat, gesturing towards the scar his wire had left.
“Just another in the collection.”
It was too surreal and bizarre. Youji watched the redhead with something between disbelief and wariness. If it were reversed, the blond wasn’t sure if he would be behaving as genially as the telepath. And for someone that Youji had considered a crazy, sadistic bastard for years…
It was just too strange.
“What do you want?” he demanded. “What’s your plan?”
“Me?” Schuldig considered, opened his mouth, then reconsidered. “I was going to say an all-expenses-paid trip to the Keys, but that’s not what you want to hear.”
Youji waited.
Sighing, the other man waved a hand through the air. “I’m waiting to see if Crawford is going to show up any time soon. I was minding my own business when you walked over, Kudou, so don’t act like this little pow wow was my idea.”
Pow wow? Youji thought, then decided he would have preferred the German’s vacation answer. Crazy sadists shouldn’t say pow wow.
“I probably should pay you back for the scar though, huh? Would it make you feel better?”
Schuldig abruptly stood and was in front of Youji before the blond had time to react. They glared at each other for a moment then…
…then Schuldig kicked him in the shin.
“Bastard. I hate high-collared shirts, and now I have to wear them to all those fancy banquets we work,” Schuldig said, crossing his arms.
Youji gaped. Schuldig grinned.
“We done then? Because I’m hungry.”
“Why?” the blond finally asked as his mind raced to catch up.
Schuldig was already turning away, swaggering steps taking him away. “I already told you, Kitten,” the telepath tossed over his shoulder. “You’re not the enemy.”
How bad could he be? Youji had thought and had followed. One step leading to two and three and far more than he originally planned.
Now leather bit into his wrists, too tight to be appealing, and the air was cool on his skin. Stripped to the waist, hair itching from now-dried sweat. Black and wrong, not at all what he had expected because he thought he had left these type of people behind in the dark.
One, two, three swipes at his abdomen that stung.
Schuldig hummed in a pleasant lilting voice. The silver knife in his hand could have been pretty if it wasn’t stained red.
“Kitten, I thought you would at least claw back a little bit,” Schuldig purred up at him.
Youji would have, had wanted to, once he had figured out most of the puzzle pieces. But by then it hadn’t just been a gleaming-eyed Schuldig. The door was still open half-way, the only bit of real light pouring in, broken up by the shadow of a man.
“Perhaps you should treat your toys better, Schu. This one might break rather quickly,” Crawford told his telepath almost fondly. The redhead cocked his head to the side, thinking it over, then let the knife imbed itself in the wall.
He had other accessories to use, all lined up and ready.
Crawford smiled then glanced towards the strung up blond. “You’ll have to forgive Schuldig. He hasn’t been quite the same since the tower fell. And when Farfarello and Nagi fell. Well. Degradation, you see.”
“I’m fuckin standing right here, Brad,” Schuldig snarled.
“I’m aware of that.”
“Asshole. Don’t know why I put up with you,” the redhead muttered as he chose a new weapon, even though the exactly why was clear to anyone with eyes.
When Schuldig traced the line of his left cheek with a sharp nail, Youji wondered how much longer he’d be in possession of that particular part of his autonomy.
“Thought we weren’t enemies anymore,” Youji finally ground out, tasting salt and iron on his tongue.
Schuldig blinked, surprised, before a long grin stretched his mouth, little points of white showing through. He leaned forward until red brushed against the blond’s shoulder. “We aren’t. Let bygones be bygones, right?” he murmured.
“But now…now, Kitten, you’re just prey.”