Author's Note: The following is an odd sort of story between Schuldig and Aya. It starts in the middle and will end in the beginning (hopefully) so if you're confused, everything will be explained in due time. Nekojita's vast area of work was probably the main reason this story came into being. Thanks for making Schuldig so amusing!

[Written from January 31st to February 2nd of 2003]
[Edited 8/16/15]

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Weiss/Weib Kreuz. If I did, I would be making more TV episodes, and not writing fan fiction.

"Shattered Sunlight"
Chapter One: Despondency

His fingers gripped and convulsed around Ran's arms, briefly shaking the swordsman before shoving him against the alley wall none too gently. Ran's gaze was screwed, focused inward on his mind's eye, no doubt reflecting upon what had taken place in that small apartment not two blocks away. His clothing was singed, the long sleeved black shirt covering his upper torso wrinkled and worn, the sleeve burned away up to Ran's elbow. Schuldig had been unable to pull Ran from the inferno of his apartment any sooner as the circumstances had been frenzied and incalculable.

When he tried to call Ran back to himself, the memory of a pair of blazing amethyst eyes surrounded by flames flashed in his mind. An orange, red, blue, purple, yellow fire that burned and shifted around the faint outline of the former Kritiker assassin. Yet the fire had left not a mark on Ran's flesh, merely consuming a bit of his clothes instead. Before the firestorm had broken out, Schuldig had discovered the unresponsive Ran standing motionless by the remnants of a body. A bound and broken doll that had been messed in every wrong way, dried bloody patches on her inner thighs and buttocks, along with numerous cuts and bruises littering the flesh of his sister's body.

Then the air had begun to change, becoming fast filled with heat and humidity. Fire had sprung to life all around them, eating at the walls and carpets at a furious rate. Schuldig had stood by the bedroom doorway rather stupidly for a few moments, beads of sweat gathering on his brow and then became aware again, and in a long string of German curses clutched Ran's forearm and led him away from the burning apartment. As they moved down the building's steps, he had immersed himself into Ran's mind, calling up and sorting through a variety of memories from the man's past, focusing on incidents having to do with the element fire.

Interestingly, Ran had never once been burned in his life. Singed a bit but never had flame harmed his flesh, not once. It had only taken Schuldig a moment to comprehend that revelation, immediately drawing a conclusion and finding it correct as soon as he had laid hands on the man's flesh. Ran's internal temperature had risen, nearly scorching Schuldig's hands but he had gritted his teeth and held fast until the body pressed against his own had lowered, retreating to its usual temperature. To put it simply: Ran was talented, a pyrokinetic who had willingly ignored all signs of his gift until extreme grief had shattered the chains he'd laid upon his power.

Schuldig, after confirming that Ran's power was indeed in check, nearly cursed when he scanned his mental status. For all extensive purposes, Ran had been broken two times in his life. The first incident was his parents' murder, which had occurred following the instant Ran had spotted the bomb, ticking off the seconds they had to evacuate the house and flee from the sight of his parents' mutilated bodies. This was the reason why he could not do much more than stand dazedly after pulling himself and Aya-chan to safely. His mind was in disorder, and trying to salvage what little sanity it could. He'd succeeded only because his sister had been run down by Takatori's car a moment later, drawing him back to reality, off the edge of the pit leading into the darkness of pandemonium.

The second incident was hearing of his sister's condition, the final confirmation after so many inquiries that she was indeed in a coma, and there was a chance she would remain that way forever, in eternal slumber. The first time he had laid eyes on her, he had continued to speak to her as if she was just sleeping, and in a moment's notice, would open her eyes and reassure him that everything was going to turn out all right. Ran had stopped speaking to her after that first visit, and observed in laden silence, very much nearing the point of losing hope for her recovery. He didn't fly into a rage, but Schuldig had clearly gained the impression it had shattered his heart beyond repair all the same. Ran had returned to his normal self, minus a few immature mannerisms, after hearing of Kritiker's offer and accepting the proposal days later.

Schuldig snarled at himself as he observed Ran in his grip, who continued to gaze straight ahead at absolutely nothing, and looked as if he could keep on doing this kind of thing for the immediate future. "If you break, I'm going to mess with that head of yours and input a more desirable personality. One that doesn't have a problem with responding to my advances like the old Ran. Do you hear me? I'm going to use and abuse you, and when I'm done, I'm going to throw you away for some other person to savage. You won't care in the least because you fucking shattered here and now!"

Their meeting, Schuldig's and Ran's, had come about quite accidentally. After various other run-ins with each other, they'd resolved to meet on a regular basis to avoid the incidents from happening altogether. However, over time, they had found they enjoyed each other's company though Ran was not happy over Schuldig's increasingly forceful advances. The telepath had come away with many a bruises and aches because of the Ran's violent nature, which was not least bit gentle in making his feelings known.

Schuldig waited for a response, any kind of response but upon finding none, viciously hit Ran across the face, his palm leaving a nearly red imprint on the man's right cheek. He did not acknowledge the blow physically or psychologically, meaning Ran had shut himself off to pain as well as verbal abuse.

Schuldig could well understand the pain but Ran…despite his cold demeanor was a very emotional person. Therefore, once he'd brooded long enough and found no amity, he became depressed. Ran possessed few fears, and any kind of escape from his life was possible, making this a major flaw in his character. However, Ran had found madness, insanity to be the best because you were utterly alone in that realm, away from scrutiny and all kinds of pain. This was why Schuldig was desperate to call him back because the longer he remained there, the more reluctant he would be slip back to reality, and its harsh realizations.

"Am I too late, Ran? Has your being already shattered, and not one shiver of the person I became friends with a year ago left? Who the hell am I going to drag off to the cinema to see art house films with now? You stubborn, reserved, tenacious, egotistical, intelligent, stoic, devious, handsome bastard! Why do you have to leave me alone?" Having spent the last of his words, and unable to think of anything that would stir Ran's consciousness, he rested his forehead against Ran's, the crimson strands trickling his flesh for a moment.

At the brief spasm throughout Ran's body, Schuldig started, wasting no time in placing both of his hands on the man's face, nearly cheering out loud when the contact brought about a low muttering. "…I see. The only way you'll return is if I…so be it. I don't much care if you hate me later on. At least you won't be wandering about the desolate halls of some asylum." With as much tenderness as he could muster, Schuldig pressed his mouth to Ran's, forcibly pushing entry until he could probe every inch of that sleek flesh.

Ran remained stilled, the fingers of his left hand occasionally curling or joining to make a fist. However small the reaction, it was the most Schuldig had gotten out of Ran in the last hour. As long as his friend continued to respond, he would not stop until Ran regained consciousness or the insignificant changes began to decrease. As his mouth worked down the flesh of Ran's throat, Schuldig fought not to lose what self-control he had left. Ran was everything he appeared to be, the pale skin tasting of cinnamon with a mild lemony flavor.

The buttons of the dark long sleeved shirt Ran had been clothed in were undone with ease, and then Schuldig's hand began exploring the exposed flesh, thumbs brushing against two brown nubs after a moment. Ran's breathing hitched, the rise and fall of his chest becoming irregular the more Schuldig fumbled about his person. Leaving a thin trail of wetness down the man's midsection, Schuldig shifted his mouth to the top of Ran's jeans, skillfully making use of his mouth to undo the single silver button and a short moment later, his teeth to unzip the line of metal that served as a zipper.

"Boxers, eh? I had you pegged as a briefs man myself," Schuldig muttered to himself as he reached one arm above to grab hold of both of Ran's wrists while the other appendage busied itself by sliding into the molten heat of Ran's boxers. Had the body pressed against him been a willing participant, the telepath would have commended Ran on how naturally his body responded to Schuldig's prodding, what with the way his hips suddenly rocked forward, urging more ministrations on. Perhaps Ran was a willing participant in this activity after all…

When Schuldig licked the tip of Ran's manhood, he shuddered, all strength seeming to leave his body as he slumped forward into the circle of Schuldig's arms and clutched at his clothing, fingers curling about the area of Schuldig's shoulders. Smirking, Schuldig shifted his tongue down the underside of Ran's member, fully aware he was teasing more than pleasuring the man in his arms. However, Schuldig considered this payback for all the rejections, the flat-out pushes and shoves, bruises and verbal abuse Ran had bestowed upon him whenever he had tried to push his friendship with Ran farther.

After a loaded moment, Schuldig decided to grant Ran a reprieve, and began getting down to business, so eager was he to be buried in the body that pressed ever closer, the breath of which was unsteady, and very much near panting. Schuldig had entirely forgotten the task of monitoring Ran's mental progress, and wasn't even aware of the pale hand that had wound its way into his hair, fingers compressing against orange reddish strands minutely. When Ran was near to climaxing, Schuldig didn't bother moving away, merely worked his throat and using hasty hands pulled the rest of Ran's clothing away, fingers seeking a certain opening automatically.

The panting, mewling sounds of the man pressed against him only welted Schuldig's appetite, and when a lone finger slipped into a familiar cleft, he forced himself to linger, letting the oblivious Ran grow used to the feeling before slipping another of his fingers, stretching gently to avoid any discomfort. When a low whimper entered his ear, Schuldig started, raising his head to meet the flushed and quite irritated face of Ran or rather Abyssinian if he read the hard wintry eyes right.

Unsure if to continue or not, Schuldig was surprised to find hands pulling at his jeans, long fingers gripping the dark material and pulling it down enough for his growing hardness to be evident against the thin white cotton restraining against it. Making his intent more than obvious, Ran pushed aside that obstruction as well and looked up at Schuldig expectedly, as if sure there was more to this but not clear on the details.

Uttering a low chuckle, Schuldig added another finger before pulling away entirely and kneeling on the ground for a moment to grab hold of a small tube from his discarded jacket lying against the alley ground. He placed the tube in Ran's hands, and then gently raised his hips until the silken heat of Ran's member pressed against the flesh of his stomach. Cold liquid splashed onto his manhood, and fingers trailed the lube onto it as well, prompting a shiver from Schuldig as Ran leaned back, taking his hand with him.

Holding his breath, Schuldig pushed the tip of his length in gently then noting no change in Ran's manner besides the sharp gasp, followed through on his intent, burying himself to the hilt, reveling in the feeling of being encased in heat. There had been no resistance, no lingering ring of muscle to struggle past, and Schuldig noted this for future reference. It took great effort to actually move from this position, but once Schuldig found a suitable rhythm, he withdrew and then slammed upwards into those hips, propelled by the constant whimpers and mewls Ran was unwittingly making, shortened breaths entering the pathways of his ear carnal, adding fuel to the fire.

Generally in the ways of the body, Schuldig was fond of relinquishing control of his body to others, taking the position of the receiver, but occasionally he liked taking over the reins as well, burying himself in the body of another…but never had he encountered sex like this. The innocent yet strong way Ran carried himself was impressive, the complete nonchalance regarding the position the two men had found themselves in, and ability to accept it as if Schuldig was offering him a cup of tea.

As it was, Schuldig was losing control all too quickly, his composure slipping away as he worked himself in and out of Ran's body, sweat beginning to run in lines down his face. The feel of a mouth upon his startled him but he accepted the kiss swiftly, nibbling on Ran's lower lip a moment before slipping his tongue into the mouth pressed so close to his own.

Ran's body shuddered, the succession of compressing muscles traveling down to his lower torso, briefly pressurizing Schuldig's length as it moved inside him, and ending with his climax, white and red streamers consuming his vision before a warm sticky liquid spread across the length of his stomach and most likely against Schuldig's chest. Schuldig followed suit shortly after, mouth pressed tightly against Ran's neck as he found release deep inside of Ran.

Schuldig panted, straining to regain some hold over his breathing when a quiet sob cut through the air like a knife, and belatedly he realized the sound had come from the man he was still so deeply buried in. Ran's face was flushed, redness gathering heavily in his cheeks as liquid glass slipped down his features, betraying deep sadness he'd been able to repress until this moment. Frantically, Schuldig withdrew, pulling off his shirt and ridding the both of them of bodily fluids before kneeling in front of Ran, looking up at him imploringly.

"Aya-chan…" Without a word, Schuldig grabbed hold of Ran's clothing and resituated them, taking care in the way he handled the near broken swordsman, displaying a disturbing amount of tenderness he hadn't thought possible of himself. Schuldig fought not to pay heed to the desperate heart wrenching sobbing sounds Ran was producing. His face was turned away and he was nearly curled up into a fetal position on the alley ground.

Swiftly putting to right his own clothes, Schuldig decided to ignore his common sense, and approached the wounded Ran, taking a seat next to the man and pulling him into his lap gently. He expected resistance, and found Ran all too willing, wrapping arms around his waist, and pressing his face against Schuldig's shoulders.

It became all too clear this was not something Ran allowed himself to do regularly as his supply of tears seemed never-ending. By the time the near choking sounds subsided, the Ran's voice was almost hoarse. Cautiously, Schuldig snaked an arm under Ran's knees, and when he didn't receive a bruise for his troubles, stood up, making his way back towards Ran's apartment building.

Since Ran was empty and past the point of turning to madness to escape from his life, perhaps he could savage what he could of the remnants of his former life and build anew.

To Be Continued…