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When; September 29, a little after midnight
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Nagi [

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Summary; Schuldig has some things to say about Nagi's recent actions.
Log; Schuldig leaned against the wall, eyes resting expectantly on the couch and the one lying on it. He'd torn the City apart looking for Nagi's body, a long and irritating search that had finally turned up results. He'd cleaned it up of course, it'd been so dirty. Now he just had to rely on the concept that his comrade would actually revive in twenty-four hours. The guides for the City said as much, but he hadn't seen it happen so of course he'd be dubious.

Tch. He was irritated by the entire situation. Nagi shouldn't be dead. What the hell was going on, what had Nagi done to end up like this? What wasn't Nagi telling him? And who were the people that had responded to his death? Well, he'd find out as soon as the youngest member of Schwarz woke up. If he woke up like the guides said he would.

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When Nagi woke up, the first thing he noticed was the intense cold, the lack of necessity to breath, and the quiet. The quiet was overbearing and pressing against him, making his scars ache and bones cry. He felt tired, more than he ever had before. What a fight that was... to think that that man could just enter his psychobarriers like that.

Bizarre.

He didn't feel particularly upset that he'd died. No- what was more important was Schuldig and Tot and- to some extent, Nena. She had to have seen that, and he felt as if he'd disappointed a little. And by extension, he disappointed that. That was absolutely unforgivable...

And what would Schuldig think? None of them had ever come close to dying before. And to be killed in such a way- it must have been a shock.

With a sigh, Nagi stretched and sat up, enduring the heaviness of his body, the phantom pain.

"You've got a lot of new friends, Nagi." The irritation clear in his voice. He wasn't happy about any of this. He pushed away from the wall, advancing on the brunette. There were a lot of things he expected Nagi to explain to him.

He couldn't simply accept the idea that one of Schwarz was actually dead. They didn't die, they were simply too... good for such a human expiration. And why had Nagi acted on his own? It was unlike him to do something like that.

Edited 2009-09-30 08:42 (UTC)

Nagi couldn't speak. He had no logical explanation, really. He wasn't supposed to die. Breakers were only supposed to get voted out- why had he become the target? Did Nanako vote for him? That would certainly explain the 'BETRAYED' scar still on his arm. If that was true, he had a few words for her.

But for now, he had to deal with Schuldig. He didn't have to look up at him to know Schuldig was very displeased with him. He could sense the tone, the aura.

All he wanted to do was see Tot. Why did things turn out like this?

Schuldig reached out to grab Nagi's hair, to jerk his face upwards to look at him. Being so close make the boy's thoughts so much louder. Tot. He was thinking about Tot?

"Care to tell me what they hell you've been hiding from me?" a snapped question, one that demanded an informative answer rather than simply a no. And if Nagi didn't respond in the way he expected him to? Well, he had ways to get his comrade to talk. Perhaps not the nicest of ways, but he knew they'd produce results.

He knew Schuldig wasn't too pleased, he just knew it. Like a good boy, Nagi endured the pain, though it wasn't like it was too big of a deal for him. He'd suffered much worse only twenty-four hours ago. Still, he didn't like to see Schuldig look at him like that. They were comrades.

"It's- complicated." How was he supposed to explain that sort of thing? That he entered this game for the small chance he'd be able to see Tot. It was in the rules that he couldn't tell anyone from the beginning.

That wasn't the answer he wanted. But instead of verbally saying as such, he opted to bring his hand across Nagi's face. Why was the boy being so difficult? He'd never been this rebellious before. He'd never worried Schuldig that he was going to stop listening- no, he'd never been like this before.

The stint with trying to bring Tot to their side was forgivable. It's not as if he was trying to run off to join Weiss. But this. This was different. Knowing the future, and seeing this behavior from Nagi, and seeing that scar on his arm, everything was different and had new meaning and he didn't like it. His hand tightened on Nagi's hair, pulling a little harder at his irritation.

"Complicated? Bullshit. Tell me what the hell you've been doing. What you've been keeping from me. Why you're dead."

Ah- this wasn't good. Not good at all. Schuldig was angry with him, and he didn't want that. Schwarz was all he had, after all, aside from Tot. Schwarz was the closest thing he had to a family.

He tried to piece together the words in his head. What was the best way to explain this?

"I wasn't supposed to die," he said. "I still don't know why I did."

And he truly didn't. Nanako didn't seem like the type to betray him, and if she understand the premise of the game, she shouldn't want to sabotage their side. Or perhaps- because of her type, the killing became too much? He didn't know for sure, he could only make speculations.

Schuldig was sick of these roundabout answers. Using his grip on the brown hair, he dragged Nagi off the couch, harshly throwing the boy to the ground. He loomed over his younger comrade, eyes alight with crazed anger. His hand reached for Nagi's throat, and he nearly recoiled when he felt the cold skin under his fingers. So cold. So dead.

Nagi no longer had a heartbeat. No longer needed to breathe. Even if he exerted pressure on the brunette's throat, it wouldn't matter because he was already dead. So lifeless, so- Schuldig couldn't stand it. This wasn't planned, he hadn't seen this coming. Things like this weren't allowed to happen, so why-?

"Do you think I care what wasn't supposed to happen? You're dead and that's what matters. Tell me what the hell you got yourself into, you stupid brat!"

Nagi let out a groan, feeling the pain blossoming from his skull. He lay still, staring up at Schuldig with an expression of discomfort. He deserved this, after all. He should have at least done something to let Schuldig know something was to come. He'd been foolish.

"I-" he rasped, but did his best to speak clearly. "It was a game. If we won, we could get whatever we wanted."

He took a moment to inhale out of habit. His sleeve slipped down a bit, and he could see the end of the scar looming at him, taunting him. A sign of his utter failure. "They gave me proof."

"A game," Schuldig repeated, a little incredulous, "You lost your life over a damn game."

Nagi had died over some stupid game? No matter how morbid a game it was, it was still nothing more than some ridiculous game. One of Schwarz had died in something like that? It didn't sit well with him, and he made sure Nagi knew that the answer displeased him. He punched the boy before grabbing his arm and pulling the sleeve up to show the scar. At least he wasn't choking him anymore.

"And what the fuck is this? It's disgusting."

Nagi winced. Things were getting bad, he could tell. As if it weren't obvious enough that Schuldig was displeased with him- now he could literally feel it. The disappointment, the anger, it would like his scar was burning with shame.

"They drop clues for the other players after a death. I suppose this was mine."

"Tch. What happened to no secrets, Nagi? Do you enjoy going behind my back and doing shit? Why the hell did you act on your own?"

He wrapped his hand around the scarred arm, squeezing as he stared at the half-hidden letters. Betrayed. It may have meant something different in the game, but for him it was simply a betrayal to Schwarz. To act alone without Schuldig knowing. It infuriated him. Since when did Nagi think he could do things on his own without asking Schwarz first?

"Hasn't Schwarz taken good care of you? And this is how you repay us? Getting yourself killed doing something stupid? We aren't supposed to die, Nagi."

I'm sorry, he wanted to say, but those words were useless and wouldn't do a damn thing to change what had happened. He made some stupid mistakes, yes, but what was he supposed to do? There was a possibility to see Tot. And he missed her. He missed her so much.

"I wasn't supposed to die. I was the one voting who got killed. I don't know what happened- but he could go through my barrier. The game master."

"You think I care what he could do? It's your fault for taking part in it, it's your own damn fault you're dead."

He gripped Nagi's arm a little tighter, listening to those thoughts. Those treacherous thoughts. Schwarz shouldn't have attachments to people. They should have nipped the relationship in the bud when they'd seen it. It was becoming troublesome if Nagi was going to start acting on his own for the sake of that girl.

He snorted, releasing Nagi and standing up. When he looked down at his comrade, his eyes were hard and cold, unlike his general carefree nature.

"Don't let this happen again."

"I won't." That was his final answer as he continued to remain hunched over, trying not to concentrate on his possible bruises and other wounds.

No- the only thing he planned to do was train his mental abilities, become stronger so that he could gain his life back and go home to see Tot. He needed to become stronger in order to avoid being cursed again. He couldn't afford to lose Schuldig's trust. He really messed things up.

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