Mind Games and Coffee
chapter seven
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Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is not mine.
not mine. Nothing involving Weiss Kreuz
is mine. Sadly this is true.
Author’s Note: I’m
so sorry about the delay. If you haven’t
guessed already I’m in college, and last semester was crazy.
and the work just kept on pilling up.
When break came I just crashed and did nothing.
better. I will try and get back to
updating this story a little more regularly.
I have some of the later chapters planned out.
with my crazy mind there is no telling what will happen.
My grammar may be worse than usual in this chapter.
loopy.
Review Responses:
ryushin -
around a bit by Großmutter; it gives his life a bit
of normalcy. He can be a bastard, but
even a bastard wants to be mothered now and then.
was a really nice review. And feel free
to point out constructive bits, sometimes I really need them.
rather pleased with the love handles comment myself. ^_^
hurry. I would have preferred to write
this than research papers.
Schuldig likeable? Maybe,
just maybe. When
he’s not being a bastard ^_^. And
I will keep the ‘under the desk’ idea in mind.
wondering what will happen with Schuldig’s observations myself.
pan he’ll see clearly.
Nozomi
– Großmutter believes in the ‘do as I say, not as I
do’ rule. ^_^
eMu
but I plan to do better. This
computer. I know what a pain that can be.
you. I’m always wary of putting in
original characters because I tend to not like them either.
me alone. But so far she seems to be
working out.
yaoilovervixen
that still means that someone read the fic.
I plan to put Großmutter scenes in every now and then, so she will
return.
~telepathy~ aka communicating
/thoughts/
German Words:
Großmutter - Grandmother
Scheiße – shit
Ja - yes
Chapter seven:
He had
foreseen it, but that didn’t mean Brad Crawford understood it.
coffee, he took down the offensive orange mug that only Schuldig would
use. He filled the mug three-fourths of the
way full of coffee, added three spoons of sugar, and filled the cup the rest of
the way with cream. His own coffee was
much simpler: black. The telepath’s idea
of morning caffeine was a waste of good coffee in Crawford’s opinion, but
Schuldig had always preferred sweet things.
He sat the horrid orange cup of coffee at Schuldig’s spot on the table,
and then sat in his traditional seat with his own pristine white cup.
out…one sip…two…three....BEEP BEEP
Until this
morning the precog wasn’t even aware that Schuldig’s alarm worked.
minutes, and since Schuldig kept his door open, Brad could hear it loud and
clear.
The
exclamation was followed by a loud clap and a thud.
bed trying to stop the sudden noise. The
precog had already ordered the redhead a new clock last night.
to enter the kitchen. His vision had
ended with Schuldig sitting down at the table.
As Schuldig
and Großmutter had planned, today was the day for
Brad watching. Knowing that Brad
Crawford got up at an unholy hour of the morning, Schuldig had decided he
should get up too, if nothing else he would find out what the American did all
morning. The redhead had spent a good
fifteen minutes the night before figuring out how the alarm clock worked, as he
had no intention of asking Nagi for help.
The whelp would never let him live something like that down.
The precog would probably have been up for an hour or so before that
showering, shaving, getting dressed, and other such things Schuldig decided he
could miss in favor of sleep. Even so,
As
Schuldig scrapped himself off the floor, he decided that alarm clocks couldn’t
possibly be a German invention. In fact,
they were probably invented by some stuffy American like Crawford in order to
annoy sleep loving Germans like himself.
It took the annoyed redhead a few minutes to remember why exactly he was
awake at such an ungodly hour. After
consciousness returned to his brain he remembered his purpose: watch Brad for
signs of what Großmutter called affection, and if it happened to annoy the
precog in the process, all the more fun.
Schuldig didn’t have much else to do, so humoring the old woman, and
bothering Brad at the same time, would at least pass some time.
Schuldig
wandered into the kitchen in a Nine Inch Nails t-shirt and a pair of red boxers
with little bleeding hearts on them. The
boxers had been a gift from Farfarello for one holiday or another.
over his mug of coffee. He took a big
whiff of the blessed caffeine before sipping the hot liquid.
Brad
waited patiently while the bedraggled telepath returned to the world of the
living. Some part of his brain noted
Schuldig’s lack of pants, but it was firmly squashed before the thought could
fully process. It was bright and early
in the morning. It was not late at night
when he was tired with a drunken Schuldig, and there was absolutely no excuse
to be thinking about legs. No man should
have legs like that anyway. They were
much too long and good for wrapping around things.
how Schuldig’s mussed hair would be even wilder if they had…
the paper he should have opened by now.
paper.
“Huh?”
Schuldig looked up from his coffee bleary-eyed.
“You
are awake not only before
before Nagi has made breakfast.”
“Oh, well
can’t a guy just wake up early now and then.”
Brad raised
an eyebrow, and then went back to his coffee and paper.
his strong points. He really wasn’t any
good before
“Are you
feeling well?” Brad asked.
“Huh?”
“It is
probably a good thing our work tends to be done at night,” Brad sighed
irritably as he put down the paper. “Are
you having problems with your telepathy?”
“Why, did
you see something?” Schuldig asked feigning disinterest.
was to his taste.
“Only
happening before. Did you get mixed up
in someone else’s mind? Even if it was
just for a moment Schuldig, I want to know if you are having trouble.
“That’s not
fair Brad!” Schuldig snapped. “That was
some time ago, and I had been sick.”
“I need you
in working order Schuldig,” the precog answered coolly.
“My head is
not going to blow up Herr Crawford,” Schuldig sneered.
perfect future? Excuse me for being a
telepath. We tend to do irrational
things.”
“I don’t want
to argue with you Schuldig,” Brad said in appeasement.
“Apparently
you don’t want to do anything with me,” the telepath grumbled quietly.
“Do you cry
God?!” a gruff voice bellowed from down the hall.
disturbance.
“Not a good
day for Farfarello then?” asked Schuldig once more sipping his coffee.
“Do you
weep for your desecrated temple?!”
“It’s
Sunday,” Brad replied picking up his mug.
“That
explains it.”
“I’ll send
Nagi to restrain him at
he makes a mess.”
“He hasn’t
gotten to kill anyone recently,” said Schuldig, “we can’t keep him cooped up
but for so long. Is Takatori going to
need us to actually be assassins anytime soon?
I’m getting tired of all this boring body guard shit myself.”
“We won’t
be personally killing anyone for awhile.
I believe tomorrow evening would be a good time for you to take him out
Schuldig.”
“He’d like
to go out tonight,” Schuldig said staring in the direction of Farfarello’s
room.
“He is too
volatile on Sundays. Make sure he finds
a victim no one will miss. We are going
to be in
profile murders. He can kill priests
next time we travel.”
Brad moved
to refill his cup, and offered a hand for Schuldig’s empty mug.
the counter beside Schuldig. As he had
done previously that morning, Brad spooned three helpings of sugar into the mug
and topped it off with cream. He
returned Schuldig’s orange mug, and took his seat once more.
“Schuldig,”
Brad started, “Are you all right?” This
time his voice lacked the irritation from before.
the Schwarz leader, but as always the precog was unreadable.
“I’m fine,
just wanted to know if the monotonous minds in this city are any more
interesting in the morning,” Schuldig replied.
Brad gave a last suspicious glance, before nodding in acceptance and went
back to his paper. Schuldig pondered
Brad’s strange tone a moment more, and then returned his attention to blessed
caffeine. Again his coffee was fixed
perfectly to his taste.
End Chapter
I know this is kinda short after
the long wait, but I will do better next time.
I just wanted to get something posted.
I hope to get the next chapter up in a week. *crosses fingers
are welcome and appreciated.
Solaras