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Title: Devil In the Sun
Type: 1/?, Series
Teaser: Ken is caught by Schwarz and, ah hell, I can't describe it..just read please
Rating: PG -13
Spoilers:
Warnings: Shonen Ai, yaoi hints, torture, AU
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine…will never be mine but damn if that'll stop me from torturing their lives in my fics...
Keywords: Ken, Brad, BradxKen, Schwarz, torture
Oh, oh! Its not
ranxken! blinks> I actually wrote a non-ranxken ficcie! bounce>
Big big thanks
to Arcina-chan for thinking up a title that's so good and for comments.
Ok this is where
the sorries come in….Gomen first and foremost to Schwarz fans if they are
a little ooc here…I do not have a good grasp of the characters…Secondly,
gomen for the botched timeline. I sort of envisioned this in between Aya-chan's
kidnapping and the final battle with Schwarz and Esset in the tv series…and
since its been a long time since I last watched Weiß Kreuz…hums>lalala!
This ficcie's
plotline is actually very very similar to minor thread in a book I read
by R.M. Meluch, The Queen's Squadron, a long time ago. It just somehow
popped into my mind how perfect it is for Brad and Ken. And so I popped
the book out and looked again. So don't be surprised if the thread and
some scenes look suspiciously like the ones in the book.
I'll stop blabbering off now, I've bored you guys enough…
Devil In the Sun
Part 1
Schwarz caught Ken. The damn bastards had ambushed him just after soccer practice with the kids. He had been treating his fellow volunteer coaches and Miki-chan (one of his young charges) to some ice cream when the gruesome foursome had appeared out of nowhere and had taken them out.
Everything was blank after that.
Ken awoke to Miki-chan's crying. The little girl was frightened out of her wits. And so were the other volunteers.
/Son of a bitch! They should have left the others alone. It's just me they want. Goddamn it!/
"There, there, Miki-chan. I'm sure this is all a mistake. They'll let us out in no time at all, you'll see."
He cuddled the scared little girl against him, comforting her.
"I'm scared, Ken-niisan."
"I know you are, sweetheart. Don't worry, Ken-niisan will always be here to protect you, ne?"
/I promise, Miki-chan./
"Ken, who were those creepy men? Do you think they're the ones who kidnapped us? Do you think they'll hurt us?"
Keiichi, one of Ken's co-volunteer coaches was staring at him with fear in his eyes. Ken couldn't blame him. Schwarz looked scary even to him.
/Damn right! Those four could do anything./
But he didn't tell Keiichi that. It was useless to scare the other boy, not when it could induce mass panic in everyone else.
"I'm sorry Keiichi but I don't know."
Ken hated the lie even as he said it. But it was really for their own good. If he told them about Schwarz, he would have to tell them about Weiß and no one lived to tell about Weiß.
/I have to get them out of here./
"Keiichi, hold Miki for a moment will you?"
Ken gently transferred the calmed child to his co-volunteer and stood up to survey the room.
Heavily enforced steel door, no furniture whatsoever and white walls. It was a typical holding cell, if not for the wide glass mirror that occupied one wall.
/I wonder…/
Ken walked towards the mirror and knocked on it, testing it for its thickness.
::I wouldn't try it, Weiß. All you're going to get is a bruised body.::
/Schuldich! Let them go free. It's me you want. They're of no use to you./
::Tut, tut, Weiß. That's so nauseating you know, this tendency of yours to worry about others when its your hide you should worry about.::
"Eeek! Ken-niisan!"
Ken swung around, breaking the mind conversation with the Schwarz member, to look at what was bothering Miki. There, framed by the door, was the silver-haired one-eyed Schwarz, the crazy psychopath named Farfarello.
Ken strained his neck to look beyond the assassin and saw that Farfarello was alone.
/Maybe I can take him out./
::Get real, Weiß. You know from past experiences how dangerous Farfarello is and you don't even have your weapon with you. How much of a chance would you stand against him? Besides, do you want anything to happen to your beloved soccer chums?::
Schuldich's voice held a threatening note in his mind-thought.
::I suggest you go with Farfarello quietly, Weiß. Or you won't like what happens.::
/Damn you./
Ken's thought was laced in venom and hatred but Schuldich merely laughed.
::I've been damned a long time ago, Siberian, a very long time ago. Now be a good boy and follow Farfarello. Crawford is waiting.::
***
Ken was led into a similar room by the crazy Farfarello who prodded him every few steps to hurry. The room had a similar glass mirror, only this one allowed him to see the other side. And he saw Miki, Keiichi and the others. The silver-haired Schwarz pushed him into a chair.
No sooner was he seated when a deep voice spoke up.
"Who commands Weiß?"
Bradley Crawford, leader of the Schwarz team, asked Ken. He didn't try to intimidate or shout, he only asked it quietly, like he was having tea with Ken. A fact that surprised Ken. He had expected sneers of contempt, threats and the like, certainly not these civilized questions.
"I don't know."
::That's a lie, Brad. But then again, that was so obvious that you don't even need me to tell you that, do you?::
/Shut up, Schuldich./ Brad threw Schuldich an annoyed look. Sometimes the cocky German just irritated the hell out of him.
He turned towards Ken again, his urbane civilized mask back in place.
"Now, Siberian, you know I can't accept that answer. Now tell me the truth, who is the person behind Weiß?"
No answer.
Brad chose to ignore Ken's silence and continued talking. "We can make this easy or hard, Siberian. Tell me or else."
He left it hanging. Brad was a man of few words, he preferred to let his actions speak for him. And his actions always got results in the past. That was why he was the leader of Schwarz.
Ken would not talk, whatever they did. He was Weiß, he was Siberian, he was Ken. And he would never betray his comrades or the organization behind them. He would withstand whatever they would throw at him. They were his only family and damn if he would put them in danger.
"Screw you."
Brad did not even raise an eyebrow at Ken's irreverent comment. He felt a glint of admiration for him though, it wasn't an easy task to mouth off to him, especially when he had dangerous allies at his back, just waiting for his signal to maim or kill.
/Your irreverent attitude will change soon enough./
It was time for Siberian to learn something about Schwarz.
And him.
Brad called out to the young boy at his left, his gaze still fixed on Ken.
"Nagi."
"Hai."
Nagi knew what Brad wanted him to do. He focused his powers. And a gun levitated in the next room.
::The kid, Nagi. That's the one he's most attached to.::
Nagi looked at Brad, the question in his eyes.
Brad nodded. And the gun went off, instantly killing the little girl.
"NOOOOO!" Ken launched himself at the glass mirror, crying.
"Miki…."
/No. Not her. I promised I wold protect her. How could they do this? Bastards! Miki, Miki, please tell me you're not dead./
He slid down on onto the floor, hugging himself in shock.
Brad looked at the crying boy for a few seconds before he spoke up.
"You see what happens when you're stubborn, Siberian?" The mild tone did nothing to hide the hard steel edge behind the words. "Now tell me, who commands Weiß?"
Silence.
"You have four other friends in there, Siberian. I promise you, it won't be as quick for them as it was for Miki."
This was still uttered in a mild voice, as if it sought to understate the threat inherent in the spoken words. If Ken was more aware of Brad's voice, he would have realized the danger he was courting, but he didn't. He was too gone in grief and anger to even consider thinking before he spoke.
"Do what you will Schwarz! But understand that if you do anything to them, you do it for your own sick pleasure because I will never talk. I didn't talk for Miki and I will not talk for them. These people's lives are on your conscience."
As soon as Brad heard Ken's words, he knew that killing the little girl first had been a mistake. He looked at Schuldich with narrowed eyes.
/You were supposed to find out what would make him talk./
::I did try, Brad. And his overriding thoughts were his concern for the kid. How was I suppose to know he'd turn to this.:: Schuldich protested. ::I might have the ability to read other people's minds but even that has limits. No one's perfect, Bradley.::
/See that it doesn't happen again Schuldich./ Brad's tone was cold with disapproval. /And see to the hostages. Set them free and remove this memory from their minds. They are of no use to us now./
/You can do this without botching it, can't you, Schuldich?/
Schuldiich's eyes narrowed at Brad's snide comment but thought twice before reacting. He knew what Brad was capable of behind the civilized façade. He gave him a perfunctory nod and motioned to both Farfarello and Nagi. He would need the two to handle the hostages if he was to brainwash them.
"Brad?" Nagi looked inquiringly at Brad, ignoring Schuldich's impatient look at him.
"Go with Schuldich, Nagi. I can handle this."
"Alright."
And the beautiful youth followed Schuldich and Farfarello out of the room, leaving Brad alone with Ken.
::Be careful. Siberian is thinking of revenge.::
As soon as Nagi had closed the door, Brad stood up and looked over at the other room, waiting for the three to appear and get the hostages. He had been staring at the room for a few minutes when a vision hit him.
FLASH!
[Ken Hidaka jumping up from the chair and launching himself at Brad in a flying tackle.]
And sure enough, as soon as Schuldich opened the door to the hostages' room, Brad heard the scrape of a chair being pulled back. Brad gave no indication that he heard Ken. In the two-way mirror, he saw Ken's reflection lunging at him. And still he didn't move.
It was only when Ken was close enough did Brad step aside. It only took a second for Brad to grab Ken, pin his arms behind his back, and slam him on the glass mirror.
Ken hit the glass mirror with a resounding thud and a grunt of pain.
From the other side of the mirror, the three members of Schwarz looked up from what they were doing,
::Is everything under control?::
/Do your job Schuldich, I can handle this./
Brad bought his face close to Ken's and whispered near his ear. "That was stupid, Siberian. You know I have the gift to predict what you will do."
"Come, try again." Brad's breath tickled Ken's ear and the clean scent of the Schwarz' leader drifted over Ken, surprising him. He had always thought that evil came with a certain stench. Just like death held the coppery smell of blood.
Brad's weight lifted from him and Ken saw the bespectacled man lay his gun down on the table as he turned his back on Ken. He invited Ken to try and take it.
Was Crawford toying with him? The Schwarz leader had the advantage. Why would he do this? Maybe it was a trick. The gun could be booby-trapped. Or maybe it wasn't loaded at all. Schuldich could be monitoring Ken's movements. Or maybe the trick was that there was no trick at all. Maybe the Schwarz leader was playing mind games with him, testing just how far Ken would go.
Ken was deadly tired of thinking. He folded his arms.
"I don't want to play anymore."
Crawford nodded his approval. Not that Ken noticed. He had turned his head to the side. That was when he saw the other three members of Schwarz rounding up his co-volunteers. Ken panicked, but he tried not to let it show, knowing that Schwarz would take advantage of his weakness.
/Stay calm, Ken. You cannot afford making mistakes./
Eventhough Ken didn't say a word, Brad knew what was going on inside the boy's head. And he smiled at Ken's efforts. The boy might have kept his face blank but the rioting emotions in his eyes betrayed him.
He answered the boy's unasked question with a casual air.
"I have no more need of them. They will be free to go. Contrary to what you may think, I am not inclined towards psychopathic tendencies." Brad told Ken. "I leave that to Farfarello."
The overwhelming relief that showed in Ken's eyes didn't escape Brad's notice.
/Aa, Siberian, you are still too young, too naïve for your own good. And this naivete would be the one thing that will ultimately deliver what I want. Do not worry, Siberian, I will not hurt your little friends anymore. I have other things planned for you./
There was sadness in the thought, of past regret. But it was fleeting as Brad's eyes hardened once more.
"You shouldn't look relieved just yet, Siberian. Everything goes downhill for you from now on."
And with a flick of his wrist, burly guards went in the room and roughly dragged Ken to whatever torture the Schwarz leader had planned for him.
TBC
^_~
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