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little
reminder to readers, please: This is a work of fanfiction. The opinions
and observations as expressed by the characters in this piece of work,
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of Weiß kreuz. All these characters and materials are used
without permission, and I'm not profiting from this piece of fan
fiction. Selfless Deeds By
firewolf August 2005
@>;-'-
Poor, poor SchuSchu. You
can’t believe how you came to this state, can
you? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Mind-boggling, isn’t it? I’m
sure your resident pre-cog thought the
same, when he received his visions of this fate. Where did poor
concerned Nagi take him for a long vacation? He must have thought he
was going stark raving mad to see Weiß dressed like this.
{Chuckle} We did look a sight, didn’t we? I’m sure you and Farfie
appreciated it. We dressed up just for you.
Kritiker was nice enough to
procure these costumes for us from the
visiting shows. If I do say so myself, the Rum Tum Tugger looks
purrr-fact on me doesn’t it? Goes so well with my Bagnucks. And Youji
looks oh so cool as a clown, doesn’t he? You certainly overlooked his
wires easily. And wasn’t Little Orphan Omi such a scream? The Farf
certainly looked like he was stunned beyond words.
A mistake… You were so
predictable. You fell so easily, I’m surprised
Weiß hadn’t tried to take you pesky fiends out earlier. But it
proved fortunate for my plans…
Tsk, tsk. Your mind is too
clouded by the poison from Omi’s darts,
SchuSchu. Why don’t you just sit back and die with some dignity, heh?
Little Farfie has already gone ahead. He knew the score too well. It
hurts God for you to die all because of misdirection, heh?
Why? You were convenient
targets. But-- it wasn’t your fault, oh no.
You probably aren’t aware at all why we three were after you. Would you
like to know why you’re dying right now? I can let you in on the
secret. As long as you don’t tell Youji or Omi… {snicker} you can thank
me later for offering this little peace of mind.
Yes, you’ve probably guessed
that something has happened to our fourth.
Ay-- no, Ran. He’s decided to answer to his own name now. Ran. Poor
confused, lost and depressed Ran…
You raped him. Left him
shattered and broken; and so needy now-- So
very clingy and afraid…
It wasn’t you? You know that,
I know that. They don’t.
{chuckling} No, no. You were convenient targets. Youji and Omi needed
you. Right now, I can tell you that they are probably by Ran’s side.
Assuring him that his attackers have been taken care of and that he’s
safe now. Youji’s probably cradling him in his arms this very minute;
rocking him and soothing him. Being just about the most attentive and
protective bastard this side of the living you can care to find.
The man almost ran away once,
did you know that? He suddenly felt his
masculinity threatened to feel himself caring about Ran. He thought of
himself as the ladies man; thought that his closeness to Ran was wrong
and sick. Couldn’t have had this feeling bashed over his head at the
worse time too; Ran was only just beginning to come out of his
depression to respond to him.
Poor kitty... Ran hadn’t
quite been the same after he killed the Master
who taught him how to wield the Katana. He looked so lost and confused
when he woke up in the hospital after that awful fight; almost like he
was disappointed to be alive. Youji was actually doing a good job of
bringing him back to himself before he started thinking of bolting.
Where do you factor in this
whole situation? I’m getting to it,
Precious. You’ll stay alive long enough to hear the tale, won’t you?
Youji, our little coward, was
having second thoughts. Getting to be
afraid of the feelings he was starting to have for Ran. I had to get
him to shake that, do you understand? We were going to lose Ran to
depression. Neither Omi nor I were able to pull him out, and Youji
leaving… Well we couldn’t have that.
So… one night while Kudou was
out clubbing again, just so he’d get out
of the apartment and away from Ran… That night when I made sure, Omi
wasn’t in either; that he was away checking on Kritiker and working on
reforming it? I arranged to chloroform Ran and rape him in his own bed.
Oh, he didn’t know it was me,
of course. I made sure he was blindfolded
and tied down before I began; also used enough chloroform that he was
mostly out of it. I didn’t want him to remember everything. In fact,
the less he remembered the better. But it’s much too difficult to
‘gently’ rape someone, don’t you know? Not especially when he was so
tight. He was too tight really… too tight for it to be anything other
than virgin territory. {Sigh} I was sorry to rob Youji of the
privilege. But it had to be done.
A truly distasteful activity,
but it wasn’t exactly un-enjoyable. He
was so sweet and tight and he struggled so-- ungh! This was my only
chance to enjoy his body and so I did; fucked him into the mattress and
then some. You understand right, SchuSchu? This had to look good when
Youji returned.
And it was quite a lovely
scene he found when he finally came back from
his one-night-stand. He didn’t ransack the house, but I let him find me
chloroformed and tied quite securely in the kitchen. My memory was a
bit fuzzy at that time when he helped me back to my room, but I do
remember his gasp when he entered Ran’s room to find him as I had left
him.
Let me tell you, it was quite
a sight. Bruises, bite marks, and ropes
of semen splattered all over him… It was a small mercy that Ran was
chloroformed but good. He was left not remembering much of his
rape, just enough to traumatize him. On top of his current depression
though, the rape was the last straw. Poor Ran-kun was a wrack.
Ahh, but our hero came
through. Yes, Youji, our erstwhile playboy
became instantly protective and possessive of our devastated redhead.
We had no more worries that the two would eventually drift away and
become alone again.
Yes, I know concern doesn’t
equal love. But in times of need, Youji’s a
good enough a friend that I know he won’t leave Ran now. Then, it’ll
only be a tiny step closer for me to have them recognize and admit
their love for each other. They do look so good together, you know?
Where do you come in? Why, we
needed a villain to blame this on. And,
surprise, surprise, Schwarz happened to be in Kyoto too. You and the
Farf fitted the bill perfectly.
So once you’re gone, the last
chapter of this sordid affair will be
over. We’ll finally convinced Ran to face up to his sister again; he
really needs his family and friends around him right now. We can soon
start to consider moving back to Tokyo after we wrap up here. Anything
to leave the bad memories behind, you know?
Why are you looking at me
like that? Nothing that I did was in *my*
interest. I did it all for my friends. They needed each other, but
their blindness and pride would have conspired to keep them apart. It’s
better this way. They’re together now. The ends justify the means. I’d
have expected you of all people to understand that.
Good bye, SchuSchu. Thank you
for playing your par--
R-- Ran… When--? Youji? Omi?
How could I? How could I
what, Omi? How could I stand by and watch as
one of my friends sank down the spiral of depression, while another
threw himself into meaningless affairs and drink, night after night?
How could I stand by and let them throw their happiness away because
they feared society’s reaction to their relationship?
Help, Omi? I am not insane.
Hell, we must all look a sight right now. A
jelico cat, a clown, a little orphan Annie and a-- what are you, Ran?
Oh yes, sleeping beauty.
SchuSchu?
What? You’re helping the
bastard? What are you--?
Wait a minute? I brought you
together and this the thanks I get? You’re
all walking away from me? I did it *for* *you*! What’s a one nightstand
between friends, heh? Ran? Youji?
…
Ungrateful bastards…
Omi?
Yes. Yes, I’ll wait.
They’re-- they're not the sort you’d send
Farfarello to, are they?
That’s a relief.
Yeah, maybe I’m not feeling
too good. It’s the stress you know. But--
I-- I did it for them? Can’t you understand too? Wasn’t it all for the
better?
You’ll visit me?
Thanks, Omi-kun.
Omi? How-- did?
Ran? He-- wanted to see
Schuldig before he died? Huh-- If he hadn’t…
I’d have gotten away with it, heh? Pity…
Oh. That wasn't it? He--
remembered... I-- didn’t know. He wasn’t
supposed to remember. I thought it was better that he not-- know what
happened… But how did he--
He-- recognized my cologne?
I-- hadn’t considered that…
What’s that? Oh, my ride’s
already here.
You’ll-- watch over them too,
right, Omi? See that--
Right... I’ll see you-- when
I see you then.
A nice rest? That’ll be--
nice, Omi. Take-- care of them.
*~*~*~*
Epilogue
Schuldig… I-- I must be in
hell then, aren’t I? After all, where else
could I possibly meet up with the likes of you again?
It’s been such a long time
since I’ve seen Omi. I guess I understand
why now. So… how did I die?
What’s wrong, SchuSchu? Cat
got your tongue?
Actually, I’m surprised I
haven’t met up with Farfarello yet. Didn’t he
die before you did? I’d have thought I would see him first before I’d
meet up with you.
You know? Hell’s not so bad
if this is what it looks like; kinda
boring. But then again, I guess I’d not be in so bad a level of Hell as
the likes of Farfarello, heh? Yeah, I’m a murderer like him, but I had
a cause for justice after all. Only really bad thing I did was-- to Ran.
But it was in his interest,
you understand, don't you? I explained it
to you before you died, didn’t I? Did you hold it against me?
Thanks. You have a big heart
not to hold it against me for framing you.
I’m sorry you and the Farf had to die.
Yeah, see you around,
Schuldig.
@};-‘-
Schuldig accepted the lit
cigarette as soon as he exited the hospital.
He drew in a lungful of smoke and shuddered as he let his breath out
again.
“So… Can you-- honestly stay
angry with him?” His companion asked as he
likewise took a drag on his cigarette.
“He-- he’s living in his own
world…” The German shakily took another
puff on his smoke. “I-- his mind was as fractured as, if not more so
than, Jei’s.”
“The doctors haven’t been
able to make any progress with him.” Youji
tapped on his shoulder and gestured towards the car park.
“Haven’t either you or Ran
gone to see him? He-- in his mind, whatever
he did was in your interest.”
Youji shook his head sadly.
“Omi and I have been afraid of how he might
react if he meets us again. And-- you know we’re not sure if Ran’s
ready to face him yet.”
Schuldig nodded
sympathetically. “How can it ever be forgiven…”
“He was a friend. Ran will
try anything for a friend.” Was the soft
reply.
“Where do I come in?”
Schuldig tilted his head towards Youji as they
walked towards where he had parked the Seven.
“Hey, we took care of you for
four months--“
“Out of your mixed up sense
of obligation, I might add… Are-- we
friends?”
“You made your peace with us…”
Schuldig nodded as he paused
a moment to take another drag on his
cigarette. “Crawford called me the other day. Asked if what he
saw happening was true.”
“And?”
“He still doesn’t believe
that I’m part of Weiß. Not after I was
so vehement about quitting Schwarz.”
Youji chuckled as he waved
towards the passenger seat of the Seven.
“Ran and I couldn’t very well continue to function without a third,
Omi’s too important to risk and you’ve been staying with us so…”
“Aww, Yotan. And here I
thought you liked me.”
Youji’s eyes locked with
Shuldig’s as he told him solemnly: “We both
do.”
“… Crawford-- he said-- to be
happy.”
“Let's go home, SchuSchu.
Ran’s waiting for us.”
“...with Aya-chan discreetly
standing out of his sight but in our view,
no doubt holding a rolling pin ready in case we upset him.” Schuldig
rolled his eyes as he climbed into the seat. “That’s the part Crawford
laughed the hardest about.”
“How this little girl is
lording it over all of us? She’s a Fujimiya.
Why is it any surprise? The female of the species is always the more
dangerous one.” Youji laughed as he started the Seven, ready to drive
them home to join their love and his sister.