Head Game [Yami no Matsuei/Weiss Kreuz, Muraki and Crawford, PG]
Title: Head Game
Author: CalliopePurple
Rating: PG
Warnings: Creepy talk
Prompt: Crossover, Yami no Matsuei/Weiss Kreuz, Muraki/Crawford: glasses fetish - "Is it hard to maintain a facade of elegant goodness?"
Word count: 527
Summary: Lunchtime meeting between men who plan terrible things
Muraki initially had no time to accept a lunch meeting with an American he'd never heard of before, but when the person he'd intended to meet suddenly came down with a migraine that confined him to bed despite medication, the only polite thing to do was to call and say that plans changed and he was available now. The man on the other end didn't seem surprised by the information, a fact that Muraki took note of and filed in his memory as something unusual.
An unexpected complication during surgery made him a little late for lunch. He showed no signs of being hurried or upset by that, however, as he walked into the restaurant, and explained who he was here to meet. Muraki then walked toward the only person here that his guest could be once he spotted him in a private room, its door open and waiting for him. The light glinted off of Crawford's glasses briefly when he turned his head; Muraki pushed his up for a moment without realizing that it caused the same thing to happen. He nodded slightly in apology as he sat across from Crawford and decided to speak to him in English, presumably the other man's native language.
"Brad Crawford, I assume?"
The man nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Muraki. I've heard many good things about your work with organ transplants."
Muraki smiled for an instant at the praise and let his mind wander to the children he used illicitly, sold by poor parents who couldn't imagine the fate that awaited the boys and girls who ended up on the cruise ship. "The operations are time-consuming and delicate, but they save many lives." More lives than Crawford could guess, or so he thought. He sipped his glass of water, looked over the menu, and spoke his choice to the waitress when she came and asked if they'd decided.
"Is it hard to maintain a facade of elegant goodness, Doctor?" Muraki blinked at the question and his eyes briefly widened long enough to let his glasses slide down his face. Once again, he slid them up and once again, the light overhead hit both of theirs. He didn't answer, not even when he noticed a flash of orange hair outside the window and pain suddenly stabbed through his mind.
"If it is hard, you make it look easy. I have a proposition for you, Dr. Muraki - my employer knows someone who wishes to learn the sort of transplants you think nobody knows about. Teach him, or the authorities will learn what you are up to."
Muraki weighed the options silently and smiled darkly. "Blackmailing me is not a very safe option. Your research into me should have shown you as much, if you know those details." His words were quiet and deliberate, as calm as if they were discussing legal things rather than crimes. "However, I can agree to the terms if the payment is adequate."
"Along with money, we can provide things you may need should you wish to end your work on that ship. Do we have a deal?"
Muraki nodded and offered his hand.
Author: CalliopePurple
Rating: PG
Warnings: Creepy talk
Prompt: Crossover, Yami no Matsuei/Weiss Kreuz, Muraki/Crawford: glasses fetish - "Is it hard to maintain a facade of elegant goodness?"
Word count: 527
Summary: Lunchtime meeting between men who plan terrible things
Muraki initially had no time to accept a lunch meeting with an American he'd never heard of before, but when the person he'd intended to meet suddenly came down with a migraine that confined him to bed despite medication, the only polite thing to do was to call and say that plans changed and he was available now. The man on the other end didn't seem surprised by the information, a fact that Muraki took note of and filed in his memory as something unusual.
An unexpected complication during surgery made him a little late for lunch. He showed no signs of being hurried or upset by that, however, as he walked into the restaurant, and explained who he was here to meet. Muraki then walked toward the only person here that his guest could be once he spotted him in a private room, its door open and waiting for him. The light glinted off of Crawford's glasses briefly when he turned his head; Muraki pushed his up for a moment without realizing that it caused the same thing to happen. He nodded slightly in apology as he sat across from Crawford and decided to speak to him in English, presumably the other man's native language.
"Brad Crawford, I assume?"
The man nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Muraki. I've heard many good things about your work with organ transplants."
Muraki smiled for an instant at the praise and let his mind wander to the children he used illicitly, sold by poor parents who couldn't imagine the fate that awaited the boys and girls who ended up on the cruise ship. "The operations are time-consuming and delicate, but they save many lives." More lives than Crawford could guess, or so he thought. He sipped his glass of water, looked over the menu, and spoke his choice to the waitress when she came and asked if they'd decided.
"Is it hard to maintain a facade of elegant goodness, Doctor?" Muraki blinked at the question and his eyes briefly widened long enough to let his glasses slide down his face. Once again, he slid them up and once again, the light overhead hit both of theirs. He didn't answer, not even when he noticed a flash of orange hair outside the window and pain suddenly stabbed through his mind.
"If it is hard, you make it look easy. I have a proposition for you, Dr. Muraki - my employer knows someone who wishes to learn the sort of transplants you think nobody knows about. Teach him, or the authorities will learn what you are up to."
Muraki weighed the options silently and smiled darkly. "Blackmailing me is not a very safe option. Your research into me should have shown you as much, if you know those details." His words were quiet and deliberate, as calm as if they were discussing legal things rather than crimes. "However, I can agree to the terms if the payment is adequate."
"Along with money, we can provide things you may need should you wish to end your work on that ship. Do we have a deal?"
Muraki nodded and offered his hand.