Sanctuary

Chapter 12

Everyone was in Bradley's office waiting for the precog. The American walked
into his office and leaned against his desk.

"How's Aya doing?" asked Yohji.

"He's asleep, but he should be up by tomorrow," said Bradley crossing his
arms over his chest. "You know why you're here?"

"Ken told us that Muraki called," said Schuldig.

"Kudou, you're up next. This time the bastard isn't saying where the
fight will be. Only that a car will be sent around to pick you up," said
Bradley, "tomorrow at 7 P.M."

"Who will he be fighting?" asked Ken.

"Thread Master Kazuki."

"Shit! Muraki is certainly going all out for us," said the German hissing.

"Who is he?" asked Yohji.

"Danger. His weapon of choice is thread. I don't mean ordinary sewing
thread," said Bradley. "Maybe I shouldn’t say thread. I should say hair. His
weapon is using the hair of the women in his clan.”

Yohji scoffed. Bradley cocked a fine brow. “Do not scoff at Kazuki's choice of
weapon. His technique, like Himura, is an ancient one passed down through
generations in his clan.”

Schuldig crossed his arms to glare at his lover. “He’s right Yotan. I’ve witness
his technique first hand. Those hairs you’re scoffing at can take your head
clean off.”

Ken flinched raising one hand to rub his throat.

"So, this guy is good, huh," said Yohji.

"Yeah, very good," said Schuldig.

Yohji turned and placed his hand on the doorknob.

"Where are you going?" the German grabbed the blond by the arm.

"Well, I'm going to the store and get myself a pack of cigarettes. Then I'm
going to go someplace where I can practice," said the blond. "It has been
a while since I used my wire." He opened the door and walked out.

"Wait, I'm coming with you." Schuldig followed his lover.

"Should we go with them?" asked Ken.

"Yes, but first I want to talk to you and Farfarello," said Bradley.
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Schuldig strolled down aisle after aisle of the small grocery store
looking at the items on the shelves bored out of his mind. He wished Yohji
would hurry up. The bastard was suppose to come for some cigarettes
not grocery shop. Yohji was on the other aisle getting potato chips, a six
pack of beer and Lord alone knew what else. He hoped Yohji was getting
another tube of lubricant. His stash was getting low. Having such a
rambunctious lover was something new to the German. He smirked. The
little prick, he would have to send the blond a mental message telling him
to get some.

Schuldig looked to where Yohji was checking the expiration date on
milk. When a young, dark hair woman with an ample bosom walked
up beside Yohji checking the eggs.

Damn, it was fucking boring in the store. He looked up at the cash register
to see the cashier leaning against the counter engrossed in reading a
magazine. Schuldig decided to have a little fun. While he was hidden
behind a magazine rack out of view of the cashier, the German turned his
attention to having some fun with his lover. He took hold of the female's
mind. It was so easy to slip into her empty head. The bitch was already
looking his Yohji up and down as if he was a side of beef.

Anyway, Schuldig sent the woman over to talk with the blond. Upon seeing
the pretty woman, the Japanese man went into playboy mode. Schuldig
became pissed as Yohji closed the gap between himself and the woman.
He was flirting! Actually flirting with the big tit whore. Telling her how lovely
she looked, wanting to know her name. He even had the balls to ask the
woman for her phone number. What really caused the Telepath's blood to
boil was Yohji telling the woman that he was not seriously involved with
anyone. Then Yohji flashed the woman his sexiest smile and winked at
her.

Yohji Kudou was dead. The enraged German would see to that. If not for
the fact that they were out in public. Schuldig might have tried to kill the
blond right now. He would take care of Mr. Playboy later when they were
at home. But for now, with Schuldig's urging, the woman raised a hand
and struck Yohji across the face. Calling him a few choice names, the
woman stormed out of the store. Poor Yohji was left standing there
looking like an idiot. Good, the bastard deserved it after what he said.
Oh yes, Yohji Kudou was going to have an icy reception tonight in bed.
So much for getting more lubricant.

Schuldig turned his attention back to strolling up the candy aisle looking
at the stocked shelves. He came to a halt and smiled at the item on the
top shelf. A box of Strawberry Pocky. Nagi's favorite. The kid would
always have one in his mouth when he was studying or doing his
homework. He should get them for Nagi for when the kid gets back. Schuldig
knew the telekinetic would really like that.

Just as the German reached for the box, a slender hand grabbed the box at
the same time. "Excuse me, but this is my box ," said the girl.

Schuldig glared down at the dark skinned girl. Claudia glared up at the
red head German. "Actually, I believe I was here first," said Schuldig
narrowing his eyes.

"You might have been standing here first, but I had my hand on the box
first.” Countered Claudia pulling on the box.

"I don't think so brat." He pulled on the box in retaliation. "Why don't you
go ask the cashier for another box."

"Why don't you go ask him." She spat angrily. "Now, let go."

“Du verkommener kleiner Balg.” Schuldig pulled the box towards him.

"Bite my ass, Carrot Top." Claudia pulled the box towards her again.

"You little. . . " Schuldig started to say, but Claudia interrupted him before
he could say anything.

"Say it and die, bastard."

Just then, Yohji turned down the aisle to stare in shock at Schuldig arguing
with a young girl over a box of candy. He hurried up the aisle and tried to
stop the fight. "Schu, what are you doing?" asked Yohji frowning. "I'm
sorry sweetie." Yohji turned to the girl apologetically. Then turned
back to his insane lover. "Man, what the hell are you doing?"

"This little spore won't let go," said Schuldig fuming.

"Schu, it's just a box of candy. Let it go."

"No, it has nothing to do with candy now. It's a matter of respect. Something
this little brat obviously don't have." He glared at the dark skinned girl.

"RESPECT!" Claudia roared incredulously. "Why in the hell should I show
respect to a grown man fighting over a box of candy." She knew her
behavior was appalling but the German just rubbed her the wrong way. She
also knew that Tsuzuki would be upset with her rude behavior but dammit,
this foreigner with that nasally accent just got under her skin. And it didn’t
help the situation seeing that he was quite handsome too.

The Telepath growled and clutched the box tighter.

"She's just a kid. Let it go man," said Yohji trying to disarm the
situation.

"Put a sock in it, Goldilocks." Claudia snapped irritated at Yohji for calling
her a kid. She was fifteen. She was not a kid.

Yohji cocked his brows and smirked at the girl. "Schu was right. You are
a little brat."

That was it. The shit had hit the fan. Tsuzuki had often told her that her
venomous, serpent tongue and that fierce temper of hers would get her
into trouble. Or end up getting an innocent person hurt. But this day it
was Claudia's serpent tongue that decided to come out. She shouldn't
get so angry, but that pretty face jerk just pissed her off. Damn her luck,
he would have to look gorgeous too.

"Yeah, well you're a cock sucking, little trashy, bleached blond
bimbo." The girl shout back at the Japanese man.

"Hey, I am not a bleached blond. This is my natural color." Yohji snapped
insulted at anyone saying he bleaches his hair.

"Yeah, right, tell that to those black roots," she sneered at him.

"Shut your mouth," thundered Schuldig. "Someone should wash your mouth
out with soap. . .Now, apologize to him for being a little bitch."

"Go fuck yourself." And Claudia slammed her knee into Schuldig's
groin. The German Telepath released the candy and crumbled to the floor
holding his aching crotch. Yohji dropped his basket and knelt down beside
Schuldig.

"Thank you so much for holding on to these." She held the candy up for
Schuldig to see and smiled down mockingly at the two men. "See ya
later Goldilocks. Carrot Top."

Claudia turned and went to the cash register. "Hey Claudia, what was all
that noise?" asked the cashier putting the magazine away.

She shrugged her shoulders and placed her stuff on the counter. "Two
foreigners were arguing.” She paid for her things. "Will you be at the play today."

"Afraid not, my stick-up-the-ass boss won't let me go," said the multi
colored, spiky hair teenager. "I'll be able to make the last two days of the
celebration."

"Cool. Well, I'll see you then, Hyun."

"Hey, don't call me that. I'm Joe Cool." The teen tried to smooth down
the spiky hair, but to no avail. Claudia rolled her eyes and walked out.
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Once she was outside, she began digging around in the
grocery bag. She took out a lollipop and unwrapped it. She was just about
to put it in her mouth when three strange, but handsome men blocked her
path.

"We need to talk to you, young lady," said Bradley pushing his glasses
upon his nose.
Claudia sighed shaking her head in disbelief. It just never cease to amaze
her how her day just seem to be going down hill fast. First, inside the
store with the two foreigners and now this. What else could go wrong?

"Wow, you're cute," said Claudia pointing at the American with the sucker.
"But you're in the wrong part of town if you're looking for a whore."

"We're not here for a prostitute," said Ken.

"Really, then you're the first foreigners that's not here for that." She began
licking her sucker.

"We're here for you." Bradley took a step towards her.

Claudia took a step back and reached to her back pocket. Just then she
spotted a police car slowly turning the corner coming towards them. She
smiled at the men and held up her bag. “Hold this for me.” She placed
the bag in Bradley’s hand. With the sucker in her mouth, she raised her
hands and tore open her shirt. The men stared in shock at
her. Buttons went scattering over the sidewalk. Running her fingers
through her hair, messing it up, the girl forced herself to cry.

Bradley stared in amazement as he watched the shimmering liquid trail
down the girls cheeks. Pedestrians walked by staring curiously at the
bizarre scene.

Claudia took a step towards the American standing toe to toe. She took the
bag from him and carefully dropped it to the ground. Then she placed
the precog's hands on her shoulders. She looked up at Bradley smiling
like the cat that ate the canary. "Smile for the camera."

Bradley was about to say something when the smile dropped from the girl's
face to be replace by a look of sheer terror. She grabbed Bradley by his
hands keeping them pinned to her shoulders as she began to scream in
terror. She pretended to struggle with him. People began to stop and stare
to see what all the commotion was about.

Suddenly there was a screeching of car tires as two policemen jumped out
of their car drawing their weapons, and ordering the three men to raise their
hands. Claudia released the American's hands and fell to the sidewalk
continuing her act. She sobbed helplessly in her hands telling the police
that the men was trying to attack her.

Bradley couldn't believe he had just been played by a kid. Farfarello was
about to attack the cops reaching for his knife, but Bradley warned him not
to. The Irishman reluctantly agreed.

The cops pushed Bradley, Ken and Farfarello against the wall patting them
down for weapons. By then a large crowd had gathered. Everyone gasped
as the cops pulled the large commando knife out of Farfarello's back pocket
and pulled a gun out of the holster under Bradley's jacket.

Claudia walked up to Bradley clutching her shirt together. "Jackass." And
kicked the American in the shin.

Bradley fell to the sidewalk holding his hurting leg. The cop gently nudged
the pretending traumatized Claudia out of the way. Bradley glared up at
the girl. He saw Claudia smiling smugly at him. Still holding her sucker,
she took a few licks, winked at him and disappeared into the crowd.
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Claudia arrived back at her place to find Omi and Nagi watching television
in the bedroom. They had already bathed and changed clothes. Omi had
on a pair of white tennis short and a striped polo shirt. Nagi wore a pair
of blue shorts also with a white tee shirt. He wore a floral camp shirt over
the tee shirt, which he kept open.

Nagi was sitting in Omi's lap with his arm around the blond's neck. Omi had
his arms around the telekinetic's waist and kissed him on the neck.

"What are you two trying to do. Destroy my innocent eyes with your
wickedness," she said walking into the room. She gave the candy to Nagi
and reached the magazine to Omi.

"You better hurry," said Nagi taking out one of the slender candy sticks to
nibble on. "The play will be starting soon."

"Hey, what happened to your shirt?" Omi asked frowning. "Did someone try
to do something to you?"

"Nope. I did this myself." Claudia had to suppress a laugh as she giggled at
the shocked expression on the teens faces. "Give me ten minutes." Claudia
hurried to the kitchen to put the grocery away, and then she ran into her
room to get dressed.
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German translation:

Du verkommener kleiner Balg-----------You rotten little brat