Innocent Till Proven Guilty
Part 1- Geburt
Crawford scowled as he walked into the living room. The German
boy was
laying on the couch, his jade-green eyes following Crawfords
every
movement.
Was machst du?
Crawford arched an eyebrow, then it occured to him the the boy
had just
recently
been picked up by Takatoris lackeies from the school
in Rosenkrüs
and could only
speak german. He just stopped and stared at the young boy [Authors
note: Schus
about 12 in this... making Crawford 16 or so].
Was machst...
English. Crawford interrupted, more than a little
annoyance in his
voice,
English, or Japanese. His own pride forced the fact
that a year ago,
he had been just
as bad, out of mind.
Wide, green eyes blinked in thought, What you doing?
The words were
heavily
accented, but clear enough.
Im leaving. *I* have a job to do. he critically
looked at the boys
slim figure.
Apparently, though, you have to come too.
The German jumped up, a flash of excitment in his eyes, I...go?
he couldnt
fathom Crawfords negative wording, Wo sincl wir gehn?
Crawford narrowed his eyes.
Doko?
Crawford shook his head. Couldnt this kid stick to one
language? He pointed at
the door Takatori, Mr. Takatori. He pointed to
himself We protect him, he considered
a moment, Well, I protect him. He tapped on the boys
chest, You watch. Training.
Tran...in? The word rolled ackwardly across the boys
tounge.
Crawford sighed, and fished around a nearby pile of books for the
German
Dictionary. Ah, he struggled with the pronunciation,
Ausbildung
The boy scrunched his nose, trying to memorize the association.
He looked at
Crawford again, a confused look in the birght eyes, Warum?
Crawford ignored the boys question, they were grating on
his nerves, anyways.
He grabbed the Germans wrist and led him out to a waiting
limo. The two boys slid into
the back, and sat opposite the older man already in the car.
Ohayo, Mister Takatori. Craword greeted the man. He
jabbed the German boy
in the ribs.
Guten Tag.
Reji Takatori looked up, light glaring across his glasses.
Crawford cleared his throat, I brought him so he could
start his training. His
name is... he stopped, and looked at the boy, silently
demanding his name.
Schuldige. He answered, confidently.
Schuldige. That must be his name.
Takatori smirked, Schuldige, he said, addressing the
boy, What can you do?
Schuldige grinned, Gedankenübertragung.