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Standard Disclaimer - if I owned Weiss I would SAVE them from the
butchery that is Gluhen! Crawford! I never knew you were a Kushrenada.
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The young woman stared into the glass, pass her reflection. One arm was tucked around her stomach, clutching a clipboard full of useful information regarding the patient on the other side, the scientist's other hand was cupping her mouth. "It's sad, really."
(...)
"Now, Yohji, what have I told you before?" Tsukiyono Omi scolded, "No smoking in the shop! It annoys the other customers."
The eighteen-year-old assassin, former assassin, watched his partner's reaction and giggled.
"Okay, go finish it off in the kitchen. And open a window. Hey!" The blue eyed boy whirled around suddenly, searching wildly, "Has anyone seen Ken-Ken? Oh, he better not be sleeping in the back again."
Cheeks puffed out with air, Omi marched off to investigate.
(...)
On the other side, where everything was darker, a man in a green blazer appeared. The shadows crawled around his bright orange hair, clung to his twisted smile and danced around his shaded eyes. He asked the scientist if she was ready to watch him play, delighting in the startled yelp the question produced.
He had snuck up on her again.
"S-Schuldig. Um. Yes. Please. Go on ahead."
The clipboard lifted, pen poised.
(...)
"Omi..." A soft voice hissed. "Hey, Omi..."
The sudden birth of light in the once blackened cell didn't startle the subject. Though his head did raise and he turned hopeful eyes to the figure that leered in the door frame.
"Welcome!"
The shadow approached with a chuckle. The subject, who rested on his knees, backed away eager to give him room.
"Omi..." The voice chuckled, bent low, and picked up a soft scrap of terry cloth that lay next to the boys leg.
A doll.
"Sweet Omi." He whispered.
The eighteen-year-old keened and reached out for the cloth. "Yes, Aya?"
"Close up the shop. We have a mission tonight."
"Okay." He replied softly, happily. His arm raised, weak motions of doors closing, waving goodbye to customers.
"We're in the mission room now." The shadow purred.
Blue eyes closed and nodded. "Mmm-hmm."
He picked up another doll and held it to the boy's shoulder. "Oh. Now we're on the mission. Omi! Watch out!"
A panicked expression crossed the subject's face. His fingers clawed around the claws. "Ken-Ken!"
The first doll hovered in the air, "Everybody pull back."
"Aya, Ken's hurt bad! We need to get back to..."
The shadow picked up a third doll and wrapped its tiny cloth arms around the second, carrying it. "I've got him, let's go kid." He paused, "You're back in the flower shop. Everything's okay now."
Tears of relief prickled down the subject's wan cheeks, he took the second doll into his arms and cradled it, babbling again.
The shadow laughed and retreated.
(...)
The young woman felt mildly ill, but too busy with her notes to dwell on the emotion. She gave Schuldig a cold hard stare as he re-entered the observation room.
"Nothing to it. See how fragile the human mind can be? How powerful I am?"
She didn't answer right away, head turning back to the glass. On the other side another day was playing out in the boys mind. He was turning this way and that, yelling that he was going to school.
The three dolls on the floor didn't respond.
At least, not really.
Standard Disclaimer - if I owned Weiss I would SAVE them from the
butchery that is Gluhen! Crawford! I never knew you were a Kushrenada.
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The young woman stared into the glass, pass her reflection. One arm was tucked around her stomach, clutching a clipboard full of useful information regarding the patient on the other side, the scientist's other hand was cupping her mouth. "It's sad, really."
(...)
"Now, Yohji, what have I told you before?" Tsukiyono Omi scolded, "No smoking in the shop! It annoys the other customers."
The eighteen-year-old assassin, former assassin, watched his partner's reaction and giggled.
"Okay, go finish it off in the kitchen. And open a window. Hey!" The blue eyed boy whirled around suddenly, searching wildly, "Has anyone seen Ken-Ken? Oh, he better not be sleeping in the back again."
Cheeks puffed out with air, Omi marched off to investigate.
(...)
On the other side, where everything was darker, a man in a green blazer appeared. The shadows crawled around his bright orange hair, clung to his twisted smile and danced around his shaded eyes. He asked the scientist if she was ready to watch him play, delighting in the startled yelp the question produced.
He had snuck up on her again.
"S-Schuldig. Um. Yes. Please. Go on ahead."
The clipboard lifted, pen poised.
(...)
"Omi..." A soft voice hissed. "Hey, Omi..."
The sudden birth of light in the once blackened cell didn't startle the subject. Though his head did raise and he turned hopeful eyes to the figure that leered in the door frame.
"Welcome!"
The shadow approached with a chuckle. The subject, who rested on his knees, backed away eager to give him room.
"Omi..." The voice chuckled, bent low, and picked up a soft scrap of terry cloth that lay next to the boys leg.
A doll.
"Sweet Omi." He whispered.
The eighteen-year-old keened and reached out for the cloth. "Yes, Aya?"
"Close up the shop. We have a mission tonight."
"Okay." He replied softly, happily. His arm raised, weak motions of doors closing, waving goodbye to customers.
"We're in the mission room now." The shadow purred.
Blue eyes closed and nodded. "Mmm-hmm."
He picked up another doll and held it to the boy's shoulder. "Oh. Now we're on the mission. Omi! Watch out!"
A panicked expression crossed the subject's face. His fingers clawed around the claws. "Ken-Ken!"
The first doll hovered in the air, "Everybody pull back."
"Aya, Ken's hurt bad! We need to get back to..."
The shadow picked up a third doll and wrapped its tiny cloth arms around the second, carrying it. "I've got him, let's go kid." He paused, "You're back in the flower shop. Everything's okay now."
Tears of relief prickled down the subject's wan cheeks, he took the second doll into his arms and cradled it, babbling again.
The shadow laughed and retreated.
(...)
The young woman felt mildly ill, but too busy with her notes to dwell on the emotion. She gave Schuldig a cold hard stare as he re-entered the observation room.
"Nothing to it. See how fragile the human mind can be? How powerful I am?"
She didn't answer right away, head turning back to the glass. On the other side another day was playing out in the boys mind. He was turning this way and that, yelling that he was going to school.
The three dolls on the floor didn't respond.
At least, not really.