Exotic

Exotic


Created by Phlie


For a friend who is obsessed.


This fic will contain lots of sex and probably a lot of violence. Please don’t continue reading unless you REALLY want to read about sex and violence.

Oh, and I don’t own the boys. But I own Kat and Ester. Don't use them without express written permission from me.


Chapter 2 – Passing Time


He had been sitting in the terminal, waiting. He hated waiting because it inevitably meant that there was something important not being done. Waiting had become synonymous with wasting. This is why he had no patience when he had no visions. If he knew the
outcome of his actions he could manage his urge to rush into the future. Unfortunately when it came to Ester, there was no comfort, no knowledge, and no visions. Somewhere down the line, someone had forgotten to tell Brad Crawford that patience is a virtue.


At least he had been able to dodge having the rest of Schwartz with him for this. They would have been annoyances. He was glad that Farfarello was still restrained. Schuldig had declined stating that he couldn’t be bothered with greeting her, even though there was a gleam in his eyes that foretold he was interested in her ability to block minds. Nagi had not come only because he was in school.


That left Crawford sitting in a terminal on a Friday afternoon. There weren’t many people in the airport. He barely noticed any of them, with the exception of the few children that went screaming by. He found himself checking his watch time and time again. For a moment, he thought it had stopped ticking. In fact, he actually saw the second hand pause before it continued its endless journey. When he looked back up from his wrist, his eyes rested on the woman sitting directly in front of him. She almost certainly had not been there before he had glanced at his watch and he had not seen anyone approaching.


On closer inspection, he noted that she looked unusual. Her head was bent; looking down at what he assumed was a sketch pad. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder slightly brushing against the paper. Her hair was very wavy and it seemed to move asthough it had a life of it’s own as she lifted her head and glanced up at him. The eye contact was so brief, but in that split second his heart almost stopped. Her eyes were the color of the water where ocean meets shore. So blue and yet so green, the hues almost
melding into one true color, yet still defined. He was transfixed and too suddenly her gaze was averted.


That was when he really noticed that she wasn’t Japanese. The eyes should have told him, but he had been too occupied being drawn into their depths for him to notice. What made him realize was her skin. She wasn’t white or black. She wasn’t brown or tan. It was as if the sun itself had looked down on her, knowing she was special, and had kissed her with its rays, giving her skin the color of nature itself.


He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. It was like she was pulling him to her. And somewhere in the back of his mind he was berating himself for this behavior. He was Crawford, leader of Schwartz. He did not act like a love sick puppy! He was responsible, calm,
and most of all, in control. Yet somehow her whole being was calling out to him. She was slender but curvy and sat in her chair gracefully, regally, as if she was the queen of some distant land.

This is ludicrous. I have to take control.


Slowly he turned his head away, locking his eyes on the plane he could view from his angle. He briefly glanced towards the woman’s
direction again, but at the last minute he was able to glance at his watch instead. Once again the second hand paused, and he noted that 45 minutes had passed since he noticed her, almost in the blink of an eye. Raising his head before he knew what he was doing, he looked at the now empty chair.


Was she real? How could reality come and go so quickly?


He came out of his confusion when hearing laughter that was like a song in the air. Then he heard a slightly familiar voice calling his name.


“Brad, I’m glad you got my letter. I knew you would come for me.”


He stood and turned, expecting to see little cousin Ester. But she wasn’t little anymore. She wore a long beige skirt with a white sweater, long socks with plain brown loafers. The clothes were obviously too big for her, though. He could barely see the outline of what promised to be a well proportioned woman’s body. It was obvious to him that she couldn’t possibly still be fat. He sighed at that fact. He would have to deal with the German’s attentions after all. Maybe her slouchy look would be a turn off. Her hair was pinned up tight, almost making her look like an old maid schoolteacher and she wore no makeup. Surely this would help cool Schuldig’s heels. But then two arms snaked around her waist and hugged her tight. Her eyes lit up and she smiled. He could feel his hopes for a calm house die as he beheld her face. She had grown up and become a beautiful woman.


Ester grabbed at the arms playfully and then pulled the owner out from behind her. Brad could only stare. It was the woman who had mesmerized him earlier.


“Silly, Kitty. You shouldn’t sneak up on me that way”, teased Ester as she hugged her friend.


“I haven’t seen you in so long, I had to surprise you Hea-”, she began to reply, but was cut off.


“I know that you wanted to see good ole Ester, but I want to introduce you to someone”, she said as she turned towards Brad and extended her arms as if offering him up.


“Brad, this is my best friend, Kat. She’s in the navy and is stationed here, but I think mom already told you that”, she stated, winking at him for effect. “And Kat, this is my cousin, Brad Crawford.”


Brad stood there speechless. He couldn’t believe that she was real. She was standing there in front of him smiling. He felt like he
wanted to tell her everything about him, and wanted to know everything about her. He could just stand there and bask in her presence for the rest of his life.


“Hello, Brad. This is for you.”


He looked down at the paper she was holding out to him. He didn’t know what to say. It was a sketch of him, and a very good one. She had to have drawn it in the short time she had sat across from him. He was amazed.


Ester realized that her cousin was dumbfounded. He really was predictable. His strict routine did not allow for even simple distractions. Because of that, even the most innocent moments were blown into colossal events. He would read too much into
Kat’s gift, after all, it was just something she did to pass the time.


“Shall we go then? I would like to go to your house and change into my running clothes. I have been stuck on that damn plane too long and I need some exercise. Then I would like a shower and Kat and I can make dinner. Do you have time, Kat, or do you need to get back?”


“I have all night, so I’m all yours.”


Brad finally snapped out of his stupor and shook his head, not knowing if he agreed with the conversation.

* * * *

“Here’s the room that you will share with Nagi. He will sleep on the fold out couch and you will sleep in his bed. He will not bother you, he’s very quiet. Each of the bedrooms has its own private bath, so he is the only person you will have to share with.” He paused, looking at the girls. “Of course, I trust that you will find everything to your liking. You may go into any room you like except for these two rooms. The men who sleep in these rooms must never be bothered.”


With that, Brad walked back down the hall and into his study. He was finally regaining some composure and he wanted to keep it that way.


“That was strange”, mumbled Ester. “I wonder why he would keep us from those two.”


“Maybe he thinks we are weak”, replied Kat.


“Oh, Kitty…what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”


“True. Well, why don’t you get changed and go run. I am going to raid the kitchen to see what we can cook.”

* * * *

Nagi came home to hear someone singing in the kitchen. The voice was light and sweet. He briefly wondered if this was what it would be like to come home to a real family. Just as quickly, he banished the thought. That was not normal, having a mom in the kitchen singing was not normal. Not for him. He put his books down on the coffee table and wondered who this person could be. He knew it wasn’t Ester. He just knew she wouldn’t sing a pretty, frilly song, and that’s even if she would sing. It still awed him, in a way, that he knew so much about her, but it was all in her handwriting. Her personality was so strong that it saturated everything about her, around her.


He made his way into the kitchen, stopping at the doorway. He leaned against the frame as he watched the petite woman move her way around the room as if she owned it. He noticed that she was preparing a meal, but he had no clue, from the ingredients present,
what she was going to make.


“You must be Nagi”, she stated as she continued chopping up the vegetables. She hadn’t even turned around. She didn’t need to. The lack of conversation told her who was there.


He stood there for awhile longer before acknowledging her. “You are Ester’s friend.”


“What makes you think that”, she questioned as she stirred something on the stove.


“No other female would be allowed here. And since you are not her, you must be her friend.”


Kat turned at that. “What makes you so sure I’m not Ester?”


Nagi smiled slightly. There was never any question about it. The woman standing in front of him was beautiful, but was not what the handwriting had promised. He answered her question with a question.


“How long have you known her?”


“Forever”, was her only response.


Nagi almost laughed. She would only give enough away so as not to seem rude. She was like him in a way. He slowly turned around and slid his books off the table. He would have a bit of time to study before the woman was done cooking. Besides, he was interested in finally meeting Ester.


Entering his room, he looked around. She had been there, but was absent now. He sighed and dropped the work on his desk. He turned on his stereo and put on his headphones. He and Crawford clashed when it came to music, so he always had to wear them. He normally did homework and studied this way. It calmed him. He took out his Trig assignment and started working on it.


* * * *


“I’m gonna go take a quick shower now”, Ester called out as she passed thru the living room and practically flew up the stairs. She felt so much better now. All the tension from being still for so long had finally worked itself out. She desperately needed to be clean now, though. Opening the door to Nagi’s room, she grabbed the clothes and her toiletry bag that she had already laid out the bed and rushed into the bathroom. She took off the baggy sweats she wore. She didn’t need any cat calls when she was trying to relax.


Turning on the water, she adjusted the temperature before starting the shower. She pulled pinspins from her hair and put them into the bag. She ran her fingers thru her long straight hair and then stepped in, letting the warm water run over her body. She would have loved to take a nice long bath, but she was also very hungry and couldn’t wait to get back downstairs. She was actually very
glad that Kat had started dinner without her.


* * * *


Nagi took his headphones off and put his pencil down. He was getting hungry and had decided to go downstairs hoping to get a glimpse of the woman who was going to share his room. First he needed to brush his hair and teeth. He wanted to look his best. He opened the bathroom door and reached to flip on the light switch. The sight that his eyes beheld was not quite the kind of glimpse he had hoped for, but he wouldn’t have turned it down for the world.


She was bent over, one leg propped up on the sink. She wore an anklet, but he couldn’t tell what design it had on it. Her long hair was pulled over to one side and hung over her shoulder. It was dark because of being wet and he vaguely wondered what color it was when dried. What really fried his young mind was that she was totally bare, except for the fine layer of baby oil that she was applying. Her body was so curvy and yet lean. His eyes were like saucers. She glanced up at him and smiled.


“Like what you see?”

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