Wednesday 1.25

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Schuldig sighed as he parked his car, shutting it off and listening to the engine idle down. He didn't say anything as he got out of the car, pulling his blond prize out of the backseat and slinging him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He knew he was going to get it as soon as he walked in the door. But he'd prefer to at least get Yohji situated somewhere secure before he got screamed at.

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Farfarello didn't say anything as he got out of the car, just walking to the door and opening it up for the telepath and narrowing his eye slightly at him. "What're ye gonna do with 'im? Keep 'im in yer room? Ye sure as shit ain't keepin' 'im in my room, whether I've got the restraints or not."

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Yohji had actually spent a fair amount of time contemplating what he'd do if he ever found himself in just this sort of situation. The possibility of finding himself trapped, with Schwarz, alone was never something he would have scoffed at. It certainly was a scenario that warranted some degree of planning.

From the security of the Koneko, it had seemed quite logical that the first and most important thing to do would be to try and keep Schuldig out of his head. In theory, not an impossible task; all he thought he'd have to do is make sure that his mind was sufficiently filled with white noise. He thought an annoying jingle, or meticulously rehashing some boring book he read in school would do the trick.

Yeah, that was all well and good in theory.

Yohji was quickly discovering that he fell a long way short of having so disciplined a mind.

Big fucking surprise.

He couldn't turn the bad thoughts off.

What the hell are they going to do to me? Definitely torture. Mental? Physical? Probably both. They'll probably let that one-eyed freak slowly cut off all of my extremities while they keep me alive. They probably have worse things in store, that I can't even think of.

Should have put in more time meditating with Ran. That's a skill I could really use right now.

Fuck, Ran.

I'm probably never going to see him again.

Wish I'd made a move when I had the chance in the bathroom.

Stop thinking about Ran! Not around him. Fuck, think about Asuka. Asuka's safer. They can't hurt her.

Probably going to get to see her a lot sooner than I'd planned on now....

He was so wrapped up in his own head that he barely heard Berserker speak.

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Schuldig smirked as he carried Yohji inside of the apartment, his eyes casting about for a tall, pissed off American as he headed for his own room. "Of course he won't be staying in your room." Schuldig snorted. "I got a new pet, and I'll take care of him. At least until I get bored."

With that, he wisked his new pet into his bedroom, setting him down and using his spare sets of handcuffs to keep him immobile. It would work until he got around to finding his rope. Not the good silk rope, but the other rope.

He grinned, crouching down by the nearly unconscious man. "Such a wonderful mind. I never knew that fear and the jingle for detergent went so well together." He chuckled, running a hand through the blond hair. "Look on the bright side."

Let him imagine what the bright side might be. Schuldig quite enjoyed Yohji's imagination.

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On the bright side...

Asuka's already dead.

They didn't take Aya-chan.

...mean's Ran's probably gonna be okay.

In the long run, anyway.

Yeah, Ran will be fine.

No family. No big tragedy. Calm the fuck down man, you're really not worth it.

....

Why the fuck am I thinking what that asshole wants me to think??!!!

He stared blankly at the handcuffs and bit the inside of his lip, focusing all of his concentration on the sensation of self-inflicted pain.

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Schuldig laughed, patting Yohji on the head. "Very good. Ran is better off without you, isn't he. They all are, really. Everything you touch decays and dies."

His hand moved down, stroking Yohji's cheek as he helped mentally stir those thoughts of Asuka to the surface. How Yohji loved her, how Yohji failed her, how she died because she trusted him. "Think about that for a while." He said as he stood, turning to his closet to find the rope he kept there.

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Yohji fought his mind's eagerness to agree with the spiteful words Schuldig was feeding him.

Yeah they are. Yeah it does. Everything fucking does.

...No it doesn't.

Does.

You're not so bad with the flowers, eh?

Who gives a fuck about that!

They don't die.

You CUT them. Of course they fucking die.

Shut up.

ShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUp.

Try meditating.

You couldn't even do it in a quiet room with Ran. Hell's chance now.

Ran.

Shit. Fuck. DON'T think about Ran.

Asuka would be good at it too.

If she wasn't dead.

You know why she's dead.

Oh Fuck.

He looked around the room desperately, trying to find something else to draw his attention in, distract himself with. It was surprisingly stark.

At least you don't see any torture equipment.

Yet.

He doesn't need it.

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Schuldig chuckled quietly, eventually pulling out several lengths of sturdy rope and moving back to Yohji. He quickly uncuffed the man and flipped him onto his stomach, kneeling down with one knee on his back to pin him there. No way he would let the little wire wielder near a length of rope when he was unbound. Wouldn't be healthy.

The rope was wound around the man's strong wrists, followed by his knees and his ankles. He bent Yohji's legs so that the rope holding his ankles was tied to the rope holding his knees, then a short rope was looped around his neck a couple of times before tying each end to the rope around his wrists. If Yohji pulled too hard, he would choke himself, but at least now he could sit up on his knees if he wanted.

He was starting to get worried that Crawford hadn't come in to bust him yet. But he shook it off. It was a mental game he'd played himself. Let the victim get worked up and panicked for a few hours or days before you actually did anything. They would torture themselves with their own possibilities.

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Having his body weight slammed onto his chest, only to be supplemented by Schuldig's knee and added weight very nearly robbed Yohji's consciousness again. All the breath knocked out of him, and he was hit by an alarming wave of dizziness.

He just had little enough presence of mind to try tensing his muscles while Schuldig bound him, hoping to create any tiny amount of slack in his favor.

His muscles were too weak to remain rigid for the extent of Schuldig's thoroughness. He was being bound in too many places for that to work anyway.

He went slack, effectively giving up.

He couldn't help smiling to himself though, when The psychopath practically handed him a means of escape.

He'd been planning on starving himself, but strangulation would be more poetic anyway.

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Schuldig raised an eyebrow, frowning as he caught that and untied the rope binding Yohji's neck, instead connecting it to the rope around his knees.

"Nice try. I almost made a mistake." He grinned, finally letting go of the blond, then rolled him over to examine the bloody spots on his shirt. Using his pocket knife he cut the shirt away, letting out a low whistle at the damage.

"Looks like someone got into a fight. Also looks like we popped a few stitches." He sighed and got up, leaving Yohji on his back on the ground to go get some medical supplies and damp rags to clean him up.

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Yohji cringed as Schuldig violated his shirt, wanting to jerk away but not daring the movement with a blade so close. He probably couldn't have managed to move that much anyway.

Not exactly a fight, his mind betrayed.

How was Ken doing? It hadn't occurred to him till now that things weren't necessarily okay if he failed to come home. Ran would keep an eye on Ken, right? Would one person be enough to look out for him?

If only Manx were still there.

Goddamned Sato.

He let his anger intensify on the agent, finding it a quasi-benign outlet for some of his stress. Better to dump it on a third party than the person who just tied him up.

...And has a knife.

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It was barely over an hour. Crawford could feel his breakfast churning undigested in his stomach. He knew the shit mess that was coming before he had even delivered Nagi's breakfast. Weiss was too much the temptation for Farfarello and Schuldig. And it was guaranteed that his redhead put no thought into WHAT to do with Balinese after he had had his fun.

He brought him HOME. Not to one of the apartments, not one of the safe houses. He brought a high risk captive HOME. The elders might be dead but Rosenkreuz training didn't also evaporate with their demise. Crawford didn't have to guess what Schuldig was thinking because it was clear that he wasn't. At all.

Schuldig needed a less risky hobby.

He spent the twenty minutes between vision and the front door opening in his room, penning up his rage. And his control of it was tentative at best. He made his way to Schuldig's door, silently observing as Schuldig regressed to childhood... it was Christmas and he had the new toy he had always wanted and nothing could possibly distract him.

Crawford walked into the room as Schuldig headed for the bathroom. The redhead was still gloating, his sheer joy radiating off of him most likely without his conscious knowledge. Crawford knelt down to examine the damage to Balinese, tipping his head to the side to inspect the knot that was surely throbbing.

"You are going to need a bucket for when he throws up."

Crawford appraised the old damage that Schuldig had aggravated, adding pain killers and possibly antibiotics to the list of things their impromptu guest was going to require.

"Balinese. What an unexpected surprise." The sarcasm was intentionally thick. He stared into blue eyes, slightly dialated and apparently having a difficulty focusing, concluding that the blond did indeed have at least a minor concussion.

Crawford was seething mad but not a hint of it was in his demeanor or his voice. Schuldig had already compromised them all quite enough. He turned to leave, pausing in the door frame.

"Schuldig, come see me in my office when he is secure."

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The American had always freaked him out.

With Berserker, you could quite clearly see that he was mad. He had the look. Even if he was spared the eye-patch, Yohji had no doubt that he was the kind of guy that people would avoid sitting next to on the subway, if they could avoid it. The creepy vibe was tangible.

Schuldig might have been able to pass himself off as a nice guy if he really tried, but his personality too effectively bubbled over. He couldn’t, didn’t even try, to cover up his glee at causing mayhem, or his complete and utter indifference to other people’s well-being. You rather saw what you were getting into when you faced off with Schuldig.

He hadn’t interacted with the boy enough to form a strong opinion, but Nagi did have his own dark aura. There weren’t a ton of surprises when furniture started flying at you.

But the American…. He looked too normal. He almost looked nice. Although if you looked closely you could see that what you first might take for calm, was really more of a deep coldness. Yohji’s profiling skills had long ago pegged Crawford as serial killer personality. The man belonged in the Yakuza. Or the Manson family….

No, too disorganized. He'd lead his own cult.

Christ I can't believe I'm putting that much thought into that.

Anyway, it freaked him the hell out.

Funny, how it almost seemed like the man might actually be a little bit concerned about him….

Anyway, he hoped the American was right about him throwing up. And that it happened before they found a bucket. Like the clothes, he was willing to bet Schuldig also had expensive sheets. Heh.

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[Entering from Wednesday 1.19]

Nagi followed his ears, landing first at the bathroom - where Schuldig was looking futilely for the first-aid kit under the sink. Nagi knew for a fact that the thing was in the kitchen, due to an incident involving some pointies and Farfello a few days ago. He decided to let Schuldig look for it the moment he heard Crawford.

Curiously, he followed his leader's voice further into the hallway and to Schuldigs room. He almost bumped into the precog, who was, apparently, just leaving.
He tried to see what was in there that would require a bucket but Crawford's frame blocked his view.

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Farfarello had gone straight into his room when Schuldig had gotten the kitten into the apartment, fuming silently. He knew - knew - he'd catch some of the blame for this. Even if he hadn't had a hand in bringing the kitten in or fucking everything up.

He calmed himself down by cleaning the stiletto he'd used to keep the blood-kitten in line, coming out in time to see Crawford and now Nagi outside of Schuldig's room where the kitten was. He growled inwardly seeing Crawford, waiting for the American to essentially come down on him. He stood in the hallway, leaning against the doorframe and lifting an eyebrow slightly. Waiting to see what the precog would say and do, looking outwardly calm, though people that knew him like his team would likely be able to see him almost vibrating with tension and annoyance; the remnants of his anger.

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He was in deep shit.

He'd known he would be the moment he walked in the door with the kitten, but with Crawford standing here, perfectly calm in his perfectly pressed suit with his perfectly mussed hair and perfectly manicured nails with perfectly polished glasses reflecting the light in the room... oh yes, he was fucked.

But he didn't let his tension show. Crawford would know. But no sense in letting Balinese see it.

He nodded at Crawford's order, not trusting himself to speak without tensing his voice. Then he continued on his way to the bathroom, digging around a bit before hearing Nagi's mind ghost over the fact that the first aid kit was in the kitchen, now remembering Farfarello's incident. He gathered up a couple of bottles from the medicine cabinate, painkillers and antibiotics, then went to the kitchen to fetch the kit and some damp rags.

Just as he was leaving, he remembered the bucket from under the kitchen sink, grabbing it as well and returning to his room.

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He’d never felt quite so on display. This experience far outstripped any time he’d actually made a deliberate effort to draw attention to himself. He found he was not liking it.

And they were all being so fucking casual in their staring at him.

He couldn’t believe it, but he actually wished that the sadistic redhead would come back, if only to take some of the attention off of himself.

How fucked up was that?!

He tried to remain still, knowing that he was far past the point where struggling would actually help him, and not wanting to give them the satisfaction of more visible panic, but the intensity of their gazes made him squirm.

The nausea was making itself painfully more present too.

Not that he should be surprised that Oracle was right.

“What’s the fucking point of this?” he whined, hoping that if he kept his mouth busy talking it wouldn’t have time to do other things…like remind him of exactly what kind of Ramen Omi had fed him for lunch.

“I don’t actually have any information for you to get out of me! That mission was a fucking disaster!”

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"Poor scared kitten." Schuldig grinned, his voice still a little tight. "Let's get you cleaned up, then you can have a nap." He looked toward the door. "Clear out. All of you."

He kneeled down beside Yohji, keeping the bucket close at hand. There was no point in giving him medicine until he threw up, so he didn't. Instead, he began cleaning the bloody area around Yohji's wounds. Once that was done he broke out the medical kit and started fixing Yohji's popped stitched. He removed the ruined ones and stitched him back up, then stitched the wound on his shoulder for good measure. It looked pretty deep. Not as bad as the one on his chest, but bad enough.

Once that was finished he helped the blond up and held him over the bucket, bracing himself for the smell.

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Nagi watched all this with wide eyes, silent while his head churned and flickered and fled through possibilities. He only barely managed to pull up his shields.

What'd happened? Why was Kudou in Schu's room? Why was he wounded? Had Schuldig done that? If so, why was he taking care of it? And why so well?

He'd rarely seen Schuldig be as careful and almost... Gentle as he was being with Kudou, and definitely hadn't ever seen him do it with anyone outside of his own team. anyone but himself a small voice piped up in the back of his mind, spurring a small stab of jealousy. Overpowering though, was a strange relieve.
The relieve only served to confuse him more. Why was he relieved Schuldig was taking care of the blonde properly? Why was he worried for a man who was supposed to be their enemy? It was just so very strange...

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Yohji was no stranger to getting stitches without pain killers. It was an unfortunately necessary part of the trade. He usually prided himself on his general machismo in that department; he rarely ever flinched.

Of course, he usually got rationed a glass of scotch to take the edge off, in the very least. And staring at Ran always went pretty far as a means of distraction from pain.

Although it was also true that he rarely had to undergo that sort of treatment on top of so severely a weakened state as he currently found himself in. Nor was he used to being put so completely on edge by the person sewing him up.

He’d been determined to remain perfectly stoic, but it was a hopeless endeavor. He cringed, his stomach lurched. The pain was just so much more present than he was used to.

“If you make that scar any worse than it already is, I’ll give you one to match it,” he snarled through gritted teeth.

He eyed the bucket, it looked disturbingly inviting.

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"How do you plan on doing that when you're all tied up?" Schuldig asked, flicking an annoyed glance at Nagi who, despite his command to get lost, was still by the door. He'd caught the beginnings of a question before Nagi had slammed his shields into place.

/Don't get soft on me Naggles. It's all part of the plan./

What plan? He wasn't sure, other than enjoying Yohji's mind and playing with him for a bit. Maybe make the blond dependent on him. Send him back to Weiss only to have him want to be back here. It would be amusing at the very least.

"Hurry up and puke. You'll feel better, then you can have some painkillers." He sighed.

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Nagi send Schuldig back in impromptu flash of cold annoyance that was quite real. Directed at himself mostly, but real nontheless.
/I'm simply making sure you aren't killing Kudou. Crawford said we need him alive and mostly well. Crawford is always right. If memory serves, you are not the best at keeping pets. I am also surprised Crawford hasn't gutted you yet./ The yet indicated that in his mind, it still was a distinct possiblity. He couldn't, for the life of him, see Crawford being happy with the situation.

/And even so! You took him here? To our base? Honestly Schuldig, the lack of braincells you are displaying surprises even me. What if you were followed? What if Kudou gets away and tells his friends were we are? If we're moving again shortly, and it's your fault, I won't be happy! And if you think he will let you close to him after this stunt for a while to come, you are probably sorely mistaken. Idiot!/

The snort of derision was as strong in his head as it was from his mouth. If all else failed, he could always point the German to his mistakes. Especially if they were as stupid as this one. After all, every word he said was true. He truly didn't want to move. He liked the apartment and his room. Was slowly starting to feel at home here. If Schuldig made them move again, he was going to have a very unhappy telekinetic on his hands.

Nagi glared at Schuldig for a moment, before shaking his head and looking back at Kudou. While his shields were up strong - it was needed when one took the risk of goading Schulding - he couldn't help the smallest hints of worry coloring his eyes. Kudou really did look horrible, and Schuldig really didn't usually make a good nursemaid.

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“I’m a creative guy,” he mumbled in answer to Schuldig’s challenge of his empty threat.

It was getting more difficult to talk without succumbing to Mastermind’s advice and the bucket.

The chronic eight-year-old in him was stubbornly determined not to give in, although the strain of not doing so was just effectively making him sicker.

He contemplated deliberately missing the bucket out of spite, but then decided that he’d probably be forced to sleep in his own mess as punishment or something.

Oh, fuck, whatever. He surrendered to being quite thoroughly ill.

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Schuldig held his breath as Yohji puked, even going as far as to hold the blond's hair out of his way. He didn't want pukey hair stinking up his room, after all. The smell was enough to make him queasy, but he didn't let on.

Once he was sure Yohji was done, he set the bucket aside, glancing at Nagi, but not really expecting the angry teen to help him out with it.

/Chill out, pint-size. When I take him back, he won't remember where we live. I made sure to ditch his little friends. Besides, I got some information that could be useful. He might be able to give us more./

He frowned suddenly, paranoid. He did a check of Yohji's mind, trying to see if he might have some sort of tracking device on him. "You won't be bringing your friend here, will you." It was more of a statement than a question, designed to get Yohji thinking about any means he might have of contacting Weiss, or leading them here.

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Yohji could almost feel a physical light bulb materializing above his head.

Well, shit.

It honestly hadn't even for a second occurred to him that he actually stood a chance of being rescued.

He didn't stand a chance, did he?

They had no clue where Schwarz was.

Yohji had just been violently taken there by force, and he wasn't even sure where they were. Tokyo was a pretty fricking humongous city, complete with a million little dark crevices that anyone could just disappear into. If they were even still in Tokyo. He could be anywhere.

But in Yohji's opinion anyway, Omi did seem to possess almost magical powers when it came to siphoning much need information off of the internet. And Ran and Ken weren't exactly about to give up on him. Not just like that.

Why the Hell had he felt so resigned that they had?

Must have been all of the fighting. And the fact that he was so badly injured that he felt like a permanently useless burden had rather contributed to his fatalistic view as well.

He fought off the small glimmer of hope starting to spark in his mind. That was only going to make it worse.

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Schuldig smirked. "He's clean."

/Keep an eye on your computer. Bombay might try getting to us that way if he can./ He directed at Nagi. /Also, be a dear and float the bucket out of here before I throw up./

"Here, take these." He said, shaking out a pull from each bottle and putting them to Yohji's mouth. "It won't kill you. Just painkillers and antibiotics. Take them or I'll inject them instead." He smirked.