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Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me.
I'm just borrowing the characters for my and (I hope)
my readers' amusement only
have no intention of trying to make money off of them in any way, shape
Warnings: Swearing, references
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Author: The RCK
Last updated: 22 March 2010
Written for Stonecarnival for Weiss Day
2010. Thanks to Olna Jenn for cheerleading. Thanks to my husband
and Hope of Dawn for beta reading.
Nagi took another step and tried not to think about how much his feet
hurt. Ideally, I wouldn't
think at all. He took another step and wondered where he was
going. He had no idea which way to go to find his team. And I don't want to find them anyway.
His feet slid inside his shoes, and his socks twisted wetly under his
heels. If only it weren't raining.
His head hurt, and he ached with hunger. If only I had money. Even a little would
He raised his eyes to look along the street ahead of him. All apartments and offices. Not even a
convenience store to rob. The pavement stretched into infinity,
unyielding and slick with rain. It
has to end somewhere. It has to go somewhere. Doesn't it? He
inhaled sharply and took another step.
"You should come home before you hurt yourself."
Nagi didn't need to turn to know who was speaking. "Like you care," he
snarled. He stopped himself from lashing out with his power then
wondered why he bothered. He turned slowly.
Crawford held a dark green umbrella. Rain had darkened the cuffs of his
pants. He frowned. "This is the wrong time for disobedience."
Nagi felt his power gathering again. His head throbbed, but he focused
through it. "What happened to her? She was gone when I woke up. She was
dead. Then she was gone. What happened?" I shouldn't ask. I don't want Crawford's
answers. Except I want answers. I need to know. Tot. I need to know.
"Obviously, you matter less to her than she does to you." Crawford's
eyes met Nagi's. "I believe she simply got up and walked away."
Nagi snorted. "Bullshit. People stabbed by Farfarello don't get up and
walk away." He started to turn away but hesitated. What else have I got? If she's alive--
He shook his head.
Crawford shrugged. "The other options are more unlikely. I suppose
Weiss could have taken her while leaving you." His tone said he didn't
believe it. "They're not that sort of fools." He pushed up his glasses.
"She might have disappeared into mist or flower petals or something
similar, I suppose. Some people might have said she wasn't fully human."
Nagi's lips pulled back to show his teeth. He tried to speak but found
words eluding him. He let his power flow toward Crawford, snapping the
umbrella up and inside out. He crushed it slowly.
Crawford released his hold on the umbrella and stepped away. The rain
covered his glasses and made his hair hang limply. "I might be able to
find her, but I very much doubt that you can, not unaided."
"I don't want your help." I don't
trust your help. This time Nagi did turn away.
"Do you have any other options?"
No. "Of course I do!" Nagi
turned back to face Crawford.
Crawford said nothing.
Crawford shrugged. "Then go. You'll have about twelve hours before we
start hunting you. Orders, you know. The elders will want you taken
care of immediately."
This time, Nagi remained silent. I
can't run far enough. This is a bad time to be a rogue agent. Eztet
will show no mercy.
"You could always come home." Crawford's voice took on a coaxing tone.
"We're Schwarz. We stand together against the world."
And you have plans for Schwarz.
"Have you forgotten your goals? Revenge on the world is within your
"I don't want it with you." I want
Tot. "You left me." Nagi couldn't keep the hurt out of his
voice. He balanced it by glaring at Crawford.
"Staying would have bordered suicide. We'd probably have lost the
Fujimiya girl. Trying to get you to leave with us-- Yes. That would
have worked well."
Crawford's heavy sarcasm made Nagi wince as he recalled the ruins in
which he'd awakened. "None of this makes sense." He wanted dry clothes
and warm food. Crawford would give
them to me. "You have your plans and your lies and no answers
for me." I hurt. You should hurt,
too, Crawford. He shifted his weight to one foot so that he
could give the other a break.
Crawford frowned. "We could continue this conversation some place dry."
"We could." Nagi didn't move. "That implies you have something to say."
He glanced around, looking for something to break if he started to lose
his temper. The light post is about
it unless I want to start in on cars or buildings. Buildings are
satisfying. Very satisfying.
Crawford pushed his hair back off his forehead and blinked once behind
his glasses. "I do but only if you're mature enough to listen." He
waved a hand to indicate something behind him. "I have a car no more
than a block away. We can get a room somewhere with a bath. I have dry
clothes in the car."
Nagi frowned. That's a lot of effort.
"You need me!" The words came out as an accusation. What does he need me for?
Crawford waved a dismissive hand. "It's more convenient to have you on
the team. I'll admit that. 'Need' is a strong word."
Nagi laughed. He couldn't help it. "You're out in the rain, trying to
bribe me. You need me." Maybe he
would help me find Tot. Maybe more than that. "I'm already
soaked. I don't need to go anywhere." But
would be nice to be warm and dry, not to have to walk any further.
He'd feed me. I'd eat anything. Anything.
"I'd take you home, but you'd kill Farfarello."
Nagi nodded once, sharply. Right
now, I would. "I haven't said I'll go anywhere with you."
"Do you even have any money?"
Knowing Crawford already knew the answer, Nagi simply growled. Then he
burst the bulb in the nearest streetlight.
Crawford didn't flinch.
Saw it coming. Bastard. Nagi
twisted the light fixture until the metal tore. "I'm going to keep
breaking things. It's the only way I can keep from breaking you." I should just break you. I could. Human
bodies are easy.
"Perhaps, once you're dry and comfortable, we can go looking for truly
satisfying things for you to break. Delayed gratification won't hurt
"Usually, you say things like that to Farfarello." Nagi bared his
teeth. "I'm not sure I'll listen better than he does." His stomach
rumbled. At least he can't hear that.
"If I go with you, I want answers. I want to know what I get out of
your plans and what else it's going to cost." I still want Tot, but you know that.
"Very well." Crawford turned and started walking away.
Nagi took a few seconds to realize that Crawford was heading for the
car he'd mentioned and another few seconds to start to follow. For now. Just for now. I can always leave
later. He must know that, right? Having a goal, even a temporary
one, made the pain of walking more bearable. One step. Another. He said a block. That's
"You may find," Crawford said once Nagi had caught up, "that your power
is a little erratic for the next day or two. You stretched yourself
almost to breaking."
"I'm fine." Everything's working
exactly the way I want it to. I can prove it. Nagi reached out
to lift a car several meters away. He ignored the jolt of pain the
effort caused. It doesn't matter. I
can do this.
"Put that down carefully, please. That's our vehicle."
Nagi stared at the tiny, rusting car. "You drove that?" He blinked. He
set the car down.
"Our wet clothing would hardly be good for our usual car, so I borrowed
this one." Crawford's face wrinkled in distaste. "I had to vacuum it
before I climbed in."
"We're going to a fancy hotel in that? They won't let us into the
"You'd be surprised." Crawford pulled keys from his pocket. "We have
the money we need. It doesn't take anything else."
Nagi stared at the passenger side seat for almost a minute before he
got in. He could see crumbs that Crawford had missed in his cleaning.
They seemed distant then appeared to grow larger as if drawing closer.
He blinked. I'm going to pass out
soon, aren't I? "Just who did you 'borrow' this from?"
"The building superintendent. He was quite sympathetic when I explained
that you'd been caught out in the rain and needed a ride. He even
offered to drive. Such a pity Schuldig had our car out just then."
Nagi pulled his door shut and watched the rain beat against the glass
of the window. He sagged against the seat and just barely managed the
effort of fastening his seat belt.
Crawford pulled open the glove compartment to retrieve a neatly folded
and quite incongruous handkerchief. He used it to wipe and dry his
glasses then tucked it into one of his pockets.
Nagi leaned back and closed his eyes. A
I need a nap. He's probably not lying about the hotel. He's
probably not lying about any of it. Maybe. He allowed his
breathing to deepen. He dozed until Crawford spoke again.
Nagi blinked twice, straightened in his seat then nodded. He tried to
force himself back to alertness but gave up on it and let Crawford
steer him through the lobby to an elevator.
"Not long now." Crawford guided Nagi out of the elevator with a hand on
his elbow. "If you're up to it, I think a shower first, followed by dry
clothes and food. Right now, you'd fall asleep in the bath."
"I may fall asleep anyway." Nagi couldn't quite bring himself to care
that he was falling in with Crawford's plans so easily. I am cold and tired and hungry, and he's
the only one offering.
"If you sleep without eating, the headache will incapacitate you
tomorrow." They stopped in front of a door, and Crawford set down his
suitcase to open it.
Nagi stumbled inside. He pulled off his shoes and started stripping off
his wet clothing before the door was completely closed. He left his
clothes in a pile on the floor and felt a flash of triumph when
Crawford failed to object. He does
The hot water felt good. Nagi hadn't realized how cold he was. He stood
and let the water sluice over him. He didn't bother with soap or
shampoo, just turned a little from time to time so that the heat could
reach other parts of his body.
He used two towels to dry himself, wrapping one around his waist and
draping the other across his shoulders. He shuddered at the chill as he
stepped out of the bathroom. "You said something about dry clothes?"
"On the bed." Crawford sat beside the room's desk. "There's a power bar
there, too. The real food hasn't arrived yet."
Nagi dressed rapidly. After a moment's consideration, he pulled back
the covers and climbed into the bed. He wanted the extra insulation
provided by the blankets. He ripped the wrapper off the power bar and
started to eat, making a face at the lack of flavor. I need the calories. What I did earlier--
"I should still be unconscious."
Crawford pushed up his glasses. "Most telekinetics wouldn't wake up at
all after something like that."
Nagi rearranged the pillows behind him then took another bite of power
bar. Most telekinetics can't bring
down buildings. He considered turning on the TV but decided it
would make his headache worse. Not
worth it even if it would annoy Crawford.
A knock sounded. Crawford stood and stretched as a voice said, "Room
service." Crawford opened the door.
I hope he ordered something good.
Nagi made himself eat more of the power bar. He's supposed to be making me want to
stay. Good food would help his case. He shifted, wanting to be
sure he was ready to hold a tray on his lap.
Crawford set the tray down on the end of the bed and handed Nagi a
napkin. "If there's something you want that I didn't order, we can call
Nagi set down the power bar and draped the napkin across his chest.
Deciding not to wait for Crawford, he reached out telekinetically to
grab the tray. It felt heavy and slippery like trying to lift mud. He
frowned and focused harder, ignoring the increasing throb in his head.
Crawford picked up the tray and handed it to Nagi. Once Nagi had it,
Crawford retreated back to the desk.
A steak. He is trying to bribe me.
Nagi picked up the small bowl of soup and started to eat. The vegetable
tempura was still too hot to eat, so he turned to the steak next,
alternating meat with rice. He tried to savor each mouthful, but he was
so hungry that he barely tasted any of it.
As soon as Nagi finished eating, Crawford was there to whisk the tray
away. "You should sleep now. There'll be time for more food after that."
Nagi sneered at Crawford but had to admit that sleep sounded like a
good idea. I have no options when I
can't function. He rearranged the pillows again so that he could
lie flat. "We will talk when
I wake up." And you'd better be
Sleep claimed him before he could hear Crawford's response.
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