...? Why do you
care?" Salty tears spilled over cold flushed cheeks, running icy in the frigid weather. A cold
wind howled over the rooftop as if mourning with him.
Hesitation was present in the other man's cool baritone voice. "...Because I know what it's
like to have everything taken away from you in one fell swoop. I know all too well what it's
Emerald green eyes slowly opened, fixing themselves on the dark night sky above rather then the
face that hovered so near. Crystalline snowflakes tumbled endlessly from the heavy clouds that
rolled over head, never relenting in their coating of France's most prominent city. He sunk deeper
into his long black fur coat, tears still silently streaming from empty eyes as he buried his face
in the other man's also fur coated shoulder. He noticed absently that the snow seemed to vanish in
the soft white coat, pure, clean, untainted, exactly opposite of the man who wore it.
"Warum?" It was the only question his mouth wanted to form.
Finally green rose to clash with soft violet. Soft...a look that had never graced Abyssinian's
features before. "It's been four years. What happened to Weiß?" A bit of contempt
crept into the German's voice with his question.
"They're in Japan." Ran answered calmly. "I'm here alone."
Schuldich nodded, still leaning against the younger assassin, relishing in the feeling of just
being held. Unconsciously he let his mind slip into the shorter man's, sifting through memories like
sand. One struck him particularly hard. Green orbs widened.
A suddenly pained expression crossed Ran's features. "Yes, she's dead. She was killed
"I know." The telepath started when one black gloved hand rose to brush away the flame
colored bangs that fell in front of his eyes. Why? Why was Ran being so kind after everything they'd
gone through as Weiß and Schwartz . "Why are you doing this?" Schuldich's lightly
nasal voice was barely audible over the moaning wind.
"Why don't you just read my mind?"
Schuldich shook his head slowly, shifting to completely submerge himself in the warm embrace.
"I don't want to." It was odd really, he'd always thought that the icy red haired leader
of Weiß was attractive, but never before had he imagined that his desire for him ran quite so
deep. Oh he'd had him once. Of course, at the time they were still enemies. Schuldich still remained
puzzled on how he'd managed to lure the kitten to bed with him, especially since the said kitten had
sworn to kill him afterwards. But maybe, just maybe there was something more there then either of
them knew. Even now, four years later, Schuldich still ached for his touch, the comfort of being
close to him. Pale skin, piercing violet orbs, blood red hair. Exotic didn't even begin to describe
him. And there was something about his mind, being linked with the younger man had an effect on him
that no one else did, it was intoxicating to the utmost. It drowned everything else out, keeping the
unwanted voices at bay. Black and white be damned.
After Schwartz had disbanded he'd had nothing left, his 'family' had left him behind, assuming he
could survive, he couldn't. Not alone. And now, a small glimmer of hope had rolled back into his
life in the shape of his one time worst enemy. "Tell me."
Gloved fingers absently stroked long locks of messy orange red hair. "I forgive
Schuldich leaned into the caress, momentarily forgetting about the pain. "But why?" He
seemed to be asking that question a lot lately.
"Because I know what you did for my sister."
Emerald eyes widened again. "How...?"
"She told me before she died. She knew it was you and she wanted me to forgive you. I didn't
understand why then, but I do now." Ran replied, his fingers still moving deftly through silky
strands of snow speckled hair. "You're as lost as I am. There's no use trying to deny it. You
almost killed yourself because if it."
On impulse the German threw his arms around Ran's neck tucking his head up under the other man's
chin. He let his eyes fall closed and just listened to the steady breathing of the shorter assassin.
*Don't let go...bitte?"
The German blinked as two fingers gently lifted his chin, forcing him to stare into captivating
orchid eyes. His mind blanked completely when a soft pair of lips covered his own in a gentle kiss.
Hesitation rang through him. What if this was some cruel joke? What if he woke up in the morning to
find it had been all a dream? The notions quickly passed though and the older man found himself
returning the kiss hungrily, quickly dominating what the crimson haired swordsman had initiated. His
tongue slowly forced its way between velvety lips, exploring, tasting, drinking in the taste that
simply was Ran. Damn everything to hell if he couldn't have what he wanted, and what he wanted was
currently tongue warring with him for dominance. The heated kiss lasted a few seconds more before
they pair was forced to break for air. Schuldich leaned heavily against Ran, forcing his breathing
to return to normal. Suddenly a though struck him. "Since when do you speak German?"
Ran tightened his hold on the telepath, pulling him as close as possible with their heavy coats
getting in the way. "I've spoken it since I was fifteen." He replied nonchalantly.
A blush rose unbidden to Schuldich's cheeks. "Sorry about the whole blind balding monkey
"What hotel are you staying at?" Was the younger man's only response.