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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,176
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8
Sorry this is so short and it\'s taken so long to get to.
***
“Hey, Nagini,” Chastity said, rolling over onto her back on Nagi’s bed where she’d been studying her American History book.
Nagi sighed and rolled his eyes. “I know there has to be some reason you keep calling me that. What?”
“Haven’t you ever read the Harry Potter books?”
“No. They’re children’s books, why should I?” he said, looking at her oddly.
“You are a deprived child. How bored are you?”
“Stunningly so.”
“Wanna go case your target’s place from the inside?” she said, one blue eyebrow lifting slightly.
“What?!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up. “Give me ten minutes to go home and wash the makeup off and change clothes.”
“Like I’m letting you out of my sight for an instant after that, Chas. I’m coming with you,” Nagi said, closing the book in front of him.
She shrugged. “Suit yourself. You have to teach me Japanese eventually, y’know.”
“Hai, hai,” he said as they made their way down the stairs and toward the front door.
“Where are you two off to in such a rush?” came a voice from the floor of the living room.
“Oh, hey, Farf,” Chastity said. “Didn’t see you there. How’s the diaper biz?”
“You’re really weird, you know that, Chastity,” Farf said with a chuckle.
“Says the man trapped in the baby body. You gotta tell me what the hell you did to piss off the witch that bad one of these days.”
“If you’re lucky,” Farf said, grinning evilly.
“Dude, look who my mom is. I couldn’t get lucky with a necklace of horseshoes, a four leaf clover in every pocket and a leprechaun on retainer.”
Farf laughed and waved them on. Nagi turned to her as soon as they got out the door. “Remind me again why I told you everything about us.”
She snorted. “Not like you’d have had any choice. I’d have picked it up eventually. And you still haven’t told me why you get all weird every time Mom mentions the Whites.”
“Call it professional competition if you like,” Nagi said. “It’s a long story.”
She shrugged again and pushed open the door to her house. “Mom! I’m going over to Mil’s to introduce Nick!”
Mrs. Crane came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Hello, Nick. I think that’s nice of you, Chastity. That boy needs all the friends he can get, poor dear.”
Nagi shot Chastity an odd look and she shook her head slightly indicating she’d tell him when they were alone. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him upstairs with her to her room. She closed and locked the door behind them and listened for a moment before speaking.
“Nosy old bat. Got any idea why you’re on this particular job?”
“Not really. Crawford usually keeps that information to himself unless it’s a need to know thing. Why?”
“I think I’ve got an idea as to why someone wants the good Andersen’s dead.”
Nagi frowned. “Why?”
“It’s a little known fact that the Andersen family made most of it’s money in the slave trade back in the 1800’s. That never stopped just switched colors from black to white and Asian. Plus it’s been rumored they have their hand in the drug trades as well. I also have it from a good source that they pass their son Mil around as a party favor to the highest paying guests at their annual par-tay.”
Nagi visibly shuddered before asking. “Wouldn’t they live better if they’re involved in those things? I mean, really, that nets an insane amount of money.”
“They do what you guys are doing, hide in plain sight. The morons who live like they obviously have a side job are the ones who get caught. Who’d suspect an upstanding business man and his lovely PTA head wife of illicit activities?”
Nagi clamped a hand over his eyes and flopped back onto her bed. “Who’d suspect the baby?” he laughed.
“Something Farf said?” she said, digging into the back of her closet. “Ah-ha! Gotcha!” She straightened up with an entire ensemble on hangers, hung it on the closet door and started stripping out of her clothes.
Nagi lifted his hand from his eyes for a moment before putting it back. “Chas!”
“Oh, please! Like you’re getting any of it anyway,” she said dismissively, pulling on the shirt and slacks. “Be right back. Gotta go make myself half ass presentable for Mil’s bitch of a mother. She’ll want to nail Brad, by the way, so you might want to warn Schu-bear ahead of time so he doesn’t puree her grey matter right off the bat. Hell, I want to nail Brad. Or I’d happily do Schu when he’s in Mom mode.”
“EWWWW! Gods, that image will give me nightmares until I’m forty. Thanks a lot. I thought you only liked girls,” Nagi said.
“Not only. I’m an equal opportunity lover. Oh come on! You know they’re both hot as hell. Brad in that *spank me I’ve been bad* sort of way and Schu in the *getting screwed brainless in the bathroom at the family reunion* way.”
“Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.”
***
“Hey, Nagini,” Chastity said, rolling over onto her back on Nagi’s bed where she’d been studying her American History book.
Nagi sighed and rolled his eyes. “I know there has to be some reason you keep calling me that. What?”
“Haven’t you ever read the Harry Potter books?”
“No. They’re children’s books, why should I?” he said, looking at her oddly.
“You are a deprived child. How bored are you?”
“Stunningly so.”
“Wanna go case your target’s place from the inside?” she said, one blue eyebrow lifting slightly.
“What?!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up. “Give me ten minutes to go home and wash the makeup off and change clothes.”
“Like I’m letting you out of my sight for an instant after that, Chas. I’m coming with you,” Nagi said, closing the book in front of him.
She shrugged. “Suit yourself. You have to teach me Japanese eventually, y’know.”
“Hai, hai,” he said as they made their way down the stairs and toward the front door.
“Where are you two off to in such a rush?” came a voice from the floor of the living room.
“Oh, hey, Farf,” Chastity said. “Didn’t see you there. How’s the diaper biz?”
“You’re really weird, you know that, Chastity,” Farf said with a chuckle.
“Says the man trapped in the baby body. You gotta tell me what the hell you did to piss off the witch that bad one of these days.”
“If you’re lucky,” Farf said, grinning evilly.
“Dude, look who my mom is. I couldn’t get lucky with a necklace of horseshoes, a four leaf clover in every pocket and a leprechaun on retainer.”
Farf laughed and waved them on. Nagi turned to her as soon as they got out the door. “Remind me again why I told you everything about us.”
She snorted. “Not like you’d have had any choice. I’d have picked it up eventually. And you still haven’t told me why you get all weird every time Mom mentions the Whites.”
“Call it professional competition if you like,” Nagi said. “It’s a long story.”
She shrugged again and pushed open the door to her house. “Mom! I’m going over to Mil’s to introduce Nick!”
Mrs. Crane came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Hello, Nick. I think that’s nice of you, Chastity. That boy needs all the friends he can get, poor dear.”
Nagi shot Chastity an odd look and she shook her head slightly indicating she’d tell him when they were alone. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him upstairs with her to her room. She closed and locked the door behind them and listened for a moment before speaking.
“Nosy old bat. Got any idea why you’re on this particular job?”
“Not really. Crawford usually keeps that information to himself unless it’s a need to know thing. Why?”
“I think I’ve got an idea as to why someone wants the good Andersen’s dead.”
Nagi frowned. “Why?”
“It’s a little known fact that the Andersen family made most of it’s money in the slave trade back in the 1800’s. That never stopped just switched colors from black to white and Asian. Plus it’s been rumored they have their hand in the drug trades as well. I also have it from a good source that they pass their son Mil around as a party favor to the highest paying guests at their annual par-tay.”
Nagi visibly shuddered before asking. “Wouldn’t they live better if they’re involved in those things? I mean, really, that nets an insane amount of money.”
“They do what you guys are doing, hide in plain sight. The morons who live like they obviously have a side job are the ones who get caught. Who’d suspect an upstanding business man and his lovely PTA head wife of illicit activities?”
Nagi clamped a hand over his eyes and flopped back onto her bed. “Who’d suspect the baby?” he laughed.
“Something Farf said?” she said, digging into the back of her closet. “Ah-ha! Gotcha!” She straightened up with an entire ensemble on hangers, hung it on the closet door and started stripping out of her clothes.
Nagi lifted his hand from his eyes for a moment before putting it back. “Chas!”
“Oh, please! Like you’re getting any of it anyway,” she said dismissively, pulling on the shirt and slacks. “Be right back. Gotta go make myself half ass presentable for Mil’s bitch of a mother. She’ll want to nail Brad, by the way, so you might want to warn Schu-bear ahead of time so he doesn’t puree her grey matter right off the bat. Hell, I want to nail Brad. Or I’d happily do Schu when he’s in Mom mode.”
“EWWWW! Gods, that image will give me nightmares until I’m forty. Thanks a lot. I thought you only liked girls,” Nagi said.
“Not only. I’m an equal opportunity lover. Oh come on! You know they’re both hot as hell. Brad in that *spank me I’ve been bad* sort of way and Schu in the *getting screwed brainless in the bathroom at the family reunion* way.”
“Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.”