Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Nighteyes ❯ It Begins ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1
Warnings : Kenken Abuse

Ken moved stiffly, blinking heavily in the semi-darkness, or he believed that is was semi-darkness. "What happened?" He asked, searching carefully as he tried to draw the memory of what had happened from his own brain. All that managed to do was cause his head to hurt. Really hurt. Hurt so badly he was ready to tear his eyeballs right out of his head.

"I woudn't do that, Kenken." It was the nasal voice of the German Schwartz telepath. "They you wouldn't be able to see at all."

"What made you think you could take out an Estet lab, anyways?" This time it was the slight telekinetic, who stepped into his line of vision around the red-headed telepath, acting like his could barely see.

"Leave me alone." Ken demanded, placing a hand over his eyes. "And turn the lights out, my head hurts."

"The lights ARE off." Schuldig announced, moving closer to Ken, kneeling down by his head. "Be ready to pin him down, Nagi, I need to get a good look at his eyes." A tiny flashlight blinked suddenly into life. Seconds later the beam was directed at his eyes. When he tried to fight, to stop them from blinding him, he was pinned down by a dozen or so invisible hands. "Don't worry, Kenken, your eyes will stabilize soon, or so they think. Crawford will be by later to explain the deal to you. While you're still in sucky shape."

"You're a jackass." Ken growled as they finally released him and stepped back.

"Ja ne." Nagi almost sounded cheerful as he finally stepped outside the room. Ken tensed badly at the sudden flash of light that invaded the room when the door was opened. Then it was dark again. Darkness was good. He could see when it was dark. It was a long time before anyone came, long enough for the headache to fade, but, the door opened and Crawford slipped in, actually taking care to keep the light out for the most part.

"How are you feeling?" His voice lacked feeling almost entirely.

"Well enough." Ken responded, eyes staying securely closed.

"Open your eyes. I want to see the changes." Crawford's voice actually colored with curiosity.

"Changes?"

"Yes, Changes. After your capture an experimental serum was administered to you. Shuldig thinks that it's induced the partial amnesia. He claims you remember very little of the last 48 hours."

"I've been here for two days?" Ken demanded, eyes flying open to look at Crawford in mild shock and disbelief.

"Amazing." Crawford was almost smiling as he studied Ken's eyes, examining the changes induced by the serum. "They didn't think it would be this drastic."

"Drastic?" Ken closed his eyes and settled his head back to the floor. The darkness was even too bright right now.

"The change in your eye color." Crawford turned ken's head back towards him with his hand. "Open your eyes again."

"No." Ken tugged his head from Crawford's grasp, despite the point that slammed through his brain in response. "Light hurts."

"Still?" He tapped the button on his watch to light in the indigo feature. "The light sensitivity should have worn off by now, according to the developers." After thinking for several second, Crawford shrugged. "I'll have to have the doctors take a look.

"Why?" Ken demanded, without bothering to open his eyes.

"Because they said that your vision should stabilize quickly." Crawford patted his head the way one would a dog or small child. "I'll be back soon."

"This sucks." Ken grumbled, draping his arm over his eyes........

......."It doesn't look like the serum worked exactly within it's design parameters." The doctor announced, talking more to the three present members of Schwartz than to the brown haired Weiss member that was laying on the examining table with a strip of black cloth draped over his eyes. "Better results than with any of the past versions, though."

"What do you suggest?" Crawford demanded, his voice calm.

"Since the Serum was experimental, it's a result than we expected. But black-out type glasses could take care of the problems." The doctor handed a clipboard to Crawford, who scanned it's contense.

"Is reserch and development working on these yet?" He asked, indicating something on the top page.

"No, we wanted to be sure you were going to integrate him into your team before we started work on them."

"Get them to work on these, I want them as quickly as possible." Crawford returned the clipboard. "He's to be integrated into our team."

"WHAT?" Ken sat up suddenly, launching the cloth from his eyes and blinding himself with a cry of pain. "Oh Shit shitshit." He collapsed backwards, covering his eyes with his hands. "Light. Light sucks." He whimpered quietly.

"Get him." Crawford demanded, leaving the other two to deal with the dead weight that was the suffering Hidaka Ken.

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