Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ New Beginnings ❯ Sleepless Nights and Empty Minds ( Chapter 6 )

New Beginnings: Ch.6

by Shakaku

Disclaimer: This stuff isn't mine. *softly crying* It belongs to the creators of Weiss Kreuz. But I promise that if I owned them, there would be enough Schu-honey for everyone!

Author's note: Nothing much to say about this one…err…read? C&C much appreciated. I tend to go back and forth between "Schuldich" and "Schuldig," partially because of whose thoughts I've concentrated on, partially because I like both spellings. Don't pay this any mind. Just continue reading ^_^

Italics are personal thoughts.

{Italics and Brackets} are telepathic.

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It was well after noon before Yohji came in for "breakfast." He had dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was mussed. Ken winced at the sight, and handed him a cup of ramen. Yohji? Mussed?

"God Yohji, sleep much?"

"Not a wink," he grumbled, taking the ramen appreciatively and sliding into the nearest chair. His dreams still echoed of darkness, and he never could reach that tiny speck of light. Every time he tried, he was thrust into consciousness. Also, he found that when he approached the light, tiny whispers filled the air around him, dotting the abyss with their scattered noise. The voices were merely distracting in the beginning, but the more distance he closed between himself and the speck, the louder the voices became, until his skull pounded with their force. When he couldn't take the pain anymore, he simply woke up, sweating and blinking at his empty, lonely room. So lonely… Yohji's mind skipped over to the telepath.

"How's our little guest?"

Ken shook his head. He refrained from admitting that he too had fallen asleep on the job, and had awoken to an unmoving, unconscious Schuldich. Same old, same old.

"And Aya?"

Ken flinched, causing Yohji to raise his eyebrows in suspicion.

"And Aya?"

"He…well…you have to understand that he's extremely worried about Omi, possibly even more so than either of-"

"Where the Hell is Aya, Ken?!"

"I…don't know. Not for sure. He went out a few hours ago, possibly to look for Bombay."

"To look for him? Starting where?! We have no clue where Schwarz is located. This is Tokyo, for Heaven's sake!" Yohji paused for breath, but his voice stuck when he noticed Ken's expression. Surprise…but his eyes were pointed at…the door? Balinese slowly crept around, eyes sliding onto black shoes… white pants….. a green jacket…… orange hair………….. shit. Standing against the doorframe was a very bungled-looking Schuldich.

"Fucking loudmouths… Didn't your mother's ever…? Arggh… Damn… aspirin…" Schuldich rubbed his temples, leaning hard against the doorway. His long, tangled orange locks overshadowed his eyes, giving him a strange, otherworldly appearance to the two men.

Ken and Yohji both jumped to their feet, staring at the newly awoken telepath, both unsure of what to do. Yohji felt like his thoughts were a bit slow in coming, because his reactions were slightly lacking…

"Get out of my head…"

"Out of your head? Your head?! Why don't you try shielding yourself, baka, and stay out of my fucking head-" Schuldich winced, crumpling slightly and sliding halfway to the floor.

Yohji's mind cleared up. At least, it cleared up enough to be confused over Schuldich's new statement.

"Schuldich? You mean Schuldig? Guilty? Hmph, that's not a name. It's a word," spat the telepath.

Yohji stepped forward, but held his position when a fierce growl arose from the telepath. "Don't…touch… I swear to God I'll flood your mind if you get any closer… You know what happens then? Pop- Just like that." Schuldig made a wasted effort to laugh, and shifted himself to sit more comfortably on the floorboards. Ken and Yohji looked at each other, judging this new threat, and decided they were both better off playing it safe. Besides, it didn't look like he was going anywhere soon.

"Do I really look that bad?"

"I said, get out of my head!" Yohji barked.

"So you call me Schuldig, pronounced `Schuldig,' mind you, and you know I'm a telepath? You obviously don't like me, but here I am, sitting here in your house. And what's with those cords? Wait a…I'm not some fucking sex toy am I?!" Schuldig cocked his head, scanning their minds.

Yohji glared. "…what?" He stared over at Ken, who was shivering, although the room was warm enough. "What kind of game are you trying to play?"

Schuldig sat back against the wall, seemingly content with whatever he'd found in the crevices of their thoughts. "Apparently not. From what I gather, you know me as Schuldig. Guilty, no last name. You're Yohji Kudou, an ex-detective, and you're Ken Hidaka, a former soccer player? But there's something you're not telling me…"

Balinese's thoughts reeled. He was naming off these things as if…as if he didn't already know them. A game? …Memory loss? He'd been unconscious for over a day, with only a minor nosebleed. Maybe he'd screwed himself up after taking out the computer geek at that convention?

"Hmm…geek."

"Would you stop doing that?"

Schuldig chuckled, scratching his chin, "Well, how else am I supposed to figure this out?"

Ken slammed his hands onto the table, startling all occupants of the room, including himself. "You…you don't remember…anything?" Schuldig's blank look said it all.

Yohji chuckled. Hmph…sex toy.

"I heard that…"