Vengeance
folder
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,239
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,239
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part one (unedited)
A/N: This is the sequel to Defiled. Hope it was worth it. Lol. enjoy
Warnings: NCS, abuse, tortured Omi
Disclaimer: as my name isn't the same as whoever owns this, it isn't mine
Parings: Schwarz/Omi
VENGEANCE~~
Part One
~Vengeance… not turning the other cheek.
Brad Crawford gazed down at the red haired German in his arms. *We’ll get him back for you Schu. He will pay for what he did.* The broken man, whimpered and thrashed in his arms and Crawford instantly calmed his emotions. Schuldich’s control was still tenuous at best and he didn’t want to do anything to upset that fragile balance.
Quietly Nagi opened the door and slid his head through the small gap. “How is he?” he whispered.
“He is recovering. Slowly. Are the preparations finished?”
Nagi nodded. “The last camera was installedew mew minutes ago. I planted the virus into Persia’s system, myself. Next time Weiss has a mission, we’ll know about it.”
Crawford nodded his acceptance. “Good. Have you managed to get the tracker on that brat yet?”
“Not yet. He never leaves the Koneko and that blond is never too far from him.”
“You didn’t leave Farfello to do it did you? We don’t want him dead; we want him to suffer.” *Like Schu is suffering.*
“No. I set Jason to doing it. Este headquarters sent him over. Said he was an infiltration expert.”
“Very well. Keep me informed of the progress.” He turned his attention back to Schuldich, clearly dismissing Nagi.
The young boy backed from the room and shut the door gently behind him. He sighed. *I’m not too sure that this is a good idea. I don’t think that this would be what Schu would want. But when Crawford’s on a mission…*
“Brad?”
That whispering rasp almost sent the American man through the roof. Tentatively he focused on Schuldich’s pale face. Those green eyes were open, though not too alert, and Crawford breathed an internal sigh of relief. “Schu? How are you feeling?”
“I—feel… sore. What happened?”
Brad thought quickly before answering. He didn’t remember? “Nothing much Schu. Just a bad mission. Go back to sleep.”
The German yawned. “Alright Brad. Oyasumi.”
“Good night, Schuldich.”
*****
Aya stood outside of Bombay’s room. One hand pulled irritably at the lock of hair dangling over his ear as he ranted at the closed door. “Omi! You have to leave that room sometime! Open the door!”
The room beyond remained stubbornly silent.
“GodDAMN it Omi Tsukiono!!! Open this FUCKING DOOR!”
“Aya.” The quiet voice broke through his anger just as he raised his hand toward the door, this time to break it off its hinges if he had to.
“What Yoji?” He growled harshly.
“Stop.”
The red haired boy fixed Yoji with a stony glare. The blond didn’t falter.
“Kuso.” He snarled and stormed down the hall, presumably to his own room.
Tap tap tap “Omi? Can I come in?”
No response.
Yoji tentatively opened the door. The room beyond was dark and quiet. He flicked on the light. The still figure on the bed never flinched from the bright glare. Yoji quickly studied his friend.
Omi’s eyes were wide and hollow, staring into nothing. Blond hair was dirty and ragged and the boy’s clothes were rumpled. Yoji sat on the bed and gently stroked Omi’s hair away from his pale face. Nothing.
*Shit Omi. You should be getting over this by now. I just don’t know what to do anymore. If I had only stayed.* sighing again Yoji got up to leave. He turned off the light on his way out. And Omi remained still.
*****
“The tracker is on him and the cameras are working perfectly.”
“So everything is set?”
Nagi nodded. “We can go tonight.”
“Good.” Crawford stroked a hand over red hair.
*****
Nagi looked down at the quiet boy on the bed. *Shit. What the hell happened to him?*
The youngest member of Weiss hadn’t moved at all when he’d come into the room. Even now, when he stood right next to the bed, those open eyes didn’t focus on him at all. They just seemed to look right through him. Nagi shuddered. It turned into a flinch when Crawford appeared behind him.
“Have you secured him?”
“I didn’t have to.”
“Nani?”
“Look at him.” Nagi gestured to the boy on the bed.
Brad’s eyes narrowed. The boy was a shell of his former self. Still… it didn’t matter. He still had to pay for what he’d done to Schuldich. And Schwarz was here to make sure that he did. He turned back to the boy awaiting his verdict. “It doesn’t matter. We’re taking him.”
~undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit
Warnings: NCS, abuse, tortured Omi
Disclaimer: as my name isn't the same as whoever owns this, it isn't mine
Parings: Schwarz/Omi
VENGEANCE~~
Part One
~Vengeance… not turning the other cheek.
Brad Crawford gazed down at the red haired German in his arms. *We’ll get him back for you Schu. He will pay for what he did.* The broken man, whimpered and thrashed in his arms and Crawford instantly calmed his emotions. Schuldich’s control was still tenuous at best and he didn’t want to do anything to upset that fragile balance.
Quietly Nagi opened the door and slid his head through the small gap. “How is he?” he whispered.
“He is recovering. Slowly. Are the preparations finished?”
Nagi nodded. “The last camera was installedew mew minutes ago. I planted the virus into Persia’s system, myself. Next time Weiss has a mission, we’ll know about it.”
Crawford nodded his acceptance. “Good. Have you managed to get the tracker on that brat yet?”
“Not yet. He never leaves the Koneko and that blond is never too far from him.”
“You didn’t leave Farfello to do it did you? We don’t want him dead; we want him to suffer.” *Like Schu is suffering.*
“No. I set Jason to doing it. Este headquarters sent him over. Said he was an infiltration expert.”
“Very well. Keep me informed of the progress.” He turned his attention back to Schuldich, clearly dismissing Nagi.
The young boy backed from the room and shut the door gently behind him. He sighed. *I’m not too sure that this is a good idea. I don’t think that this would be what Schu would want. But when Crawford’s on a mission…*
“Brad?”
That whispering rasp almost sent the American man through the roof. Tentatively he focused on Schuldich’s pale face. Those green eyes were open, though not too alert, and Crawford breathed an internal sigh of relief. “Schu? How are you feeling?”
“I—feel… sore. What happened?”
Brad thought quickly before answering. He didn’t remember? “Nothing much Schu. Just a bad mission. Go back to sleep.”
The German yawned. “Alright Brad. Oyasumi.”
“Good night, Schuldich.”
*****
Aya stood outside of Bombay’s room. One hand pulled irritably at the lock of hair dangling over his ear as he ranted at the closed door. “Omi! You have to leave that room sometime! Open the door!”
The room beyond remained stubbornly silent.
“GodDAMN it Omi Tsukiono!!! Open this FUCKING DOOR!”
“Aya.” The quiet voice broke through his anger just as he raised his hand toward the door, this time to break it off its hinges if he had to.
“What Yoji?” He growled harshly.
“Stop.”
The red haired boy fixed Yoji with a stony glare. The blond didn’t falter.
“Kuso.” He snarled and stormed down the hall, presumably to his own room.
Tap tap tap “Omi? Can I come in?”
No response.
Yoji tentatively opened the door. The room beyond was dark and quiet. He flicked on the light. The still figure on the bed never flinched from the bright glare. Yoji quickly studied his friend.
Omi’s eyes were wide and hollow, staring into nothing. Blond hair was dirty and ragged and the boy’s clothes were rumpled. Yoji sat on the bed and gently stroked Omi’s hair away from his pale face. Nothing.
*Shit Omi. You should be getting over this by now. I just don’t know what to do anymore. If I had only stayed.* sighing again Yoji got up to leave. He turned off the light on his way out. And Omi remained still.
*****
“The tracker is on him and the cameras are working perfectly.”
“So everything is set?”
Nagi nodded. “We can go tonight.”
“Good.” Crawford stroked a hand over red hair.
*****
Nagi looked down at the quiet boy on the bed. *Shit. What the hell happened to him?*
The youngest member of Weiss hadn’t moved at all when he’d come into the room. Even now, when he stood right next to the bed, those open eyes didn’t focus on him at all. They just seemed to look right through him. Nagi shuddered. It turned into a flinch when Crawford appeared behind him.
“Have you secured him?”
“I didn’t have to.”
“Nani?”
“Look at him.” Nagi gestured to the boy on the bed.
Brad’s eyes narrowed. The boy was a shell of his former self. Still… it didn’t matter. He still had to pay for what he’d done to Schuldich. And Schwarz was here to make sure that he did. He turned back to the boy awaiting his verdict. “It doesn’t matter. We’re taking him.”
~undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit