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Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Weiss
Kreuz is not mine, never was mine, and never will be mine. I just love the anime and I am expressing
that.

Author’s Notes: Yay!
A new chapter is here. More Crawford and
Schuldig interaction in this chapter, hope everyone enjoys. Sorry for the late update. I forgot to work on this. I’ve been busy lately. So many projects and not
enough time. LOL. I will try and do better.

~telepathy~ aka communicating

/thoughts/ aka Schuldig reading someone’s mind

Review responses: Yay! I have reviewers ^_^

nozomi – Thanks for the
review. I didn’t use to care for Schwarz fics
either, but then I read a few and now I’ve become obsessed with Schuldig
^_^. Enjoy the new chapter.

tanisou – Thanks for the
encouragement. Hope you like this chapter too. There will be more
of Schuldig’s unique traits.

ryushin – Glad you liked this
chapter. I wanted to start out subtle, and just build up where Crawford
and Schuldig stand. But as for who will cross the line first… only time
and more chapters can tell : P

German words:

Großmutter -
Grandmother

Arschloch -
asshole

Ja
- Yes

Chapter Two:

Brad Crawford sat alone in his
study working on mission reports. Schwarz
had been working for a Japanese tycoon by the name of Takatori Reiji for two
months now. Estet had been keeping tabs
on Takatori, and his increasing amount of political influence, for some time
now. The leaders of Estet believed
through Takatori they could gain greater power in the east, thus Schwarz had
been sent to watch him. Crawford subtly
led Takatori in the direction of Estet’s interests, while the Japanese man
believed he held power over the elite group.

Brad snorted at the idea of that
fat giftless idiot in control of Schwarz.
That waste of oxygen wasn’t even aware of the full capabilities of the
team. Takatori knew that Crawford was a
precog, but unknown to Takatori, the clairvoyant rarely told him a fraction of
what he really saw. Further he believed
that Nagi was simply a hacker, albeit a gifted one, and that Schuldig and
Farfarello where just skilled assassins.
Crawford saw no reason to change these beliefs.

Pausing in his typing, Crawford
removed his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. He
leaned back in his padded leather chair and stared at the files beside his
computer. The top file had a picture of
Takatori Reiji clipped to it, and the one immediately beneath it was a file on
Schuldig.

“Takatori,” he let the name roll
distastefully off his tongue.

Brad pushed the top file aside and
picked up the second one. Schuldig’s was
by far the thickest folder, as Crawford had been working with the telepath for
quite a few years now. A copy of every
mission report went into each Schwarz folder.
Even without the mission reports the folder would still be rather large. Schuldig had a way of pissing off
superiors. Inside the beige file was the
German’s whole life complete with every letter of misconduct.

Brad looked at the picture on the
front. It was a recent photo, the
picture being replaced once a year. Nagi
had taken it. The representation was
good, Brad supposed. Schuldig had that
malicious glint in his blue eyes accompanied by that insufferable smirk. Opening the folder he took out last year’s
photo. It had been early in the morning
when the picture was taken, and Schuldig had barely been awake. His hair had been free of that hideous yellow
headband and fell into his tired eyes. A
small smile, so unlike his usual smirk, graced his lips. This year’s picture was good, but Brad
preferred the other one.

Yes, Brad saw no reason to tell
Takatori the true abilities of Schwarz.
With orders to obey the Japanese pig, Crawford didn’t have to be a
precog to know how the swine would exploit Schuldig. That thought disturbed him in ways he didn’t
want to think about.

Deciding it was time for lunch Brad
saved his work, stretched his cramped arms, and returned his glasses to their
perch on his nose. The apartment had
been quiet for about an hour now, odd since Schuldig was supposedly up and
about. Hopefully no one needed medical
assistance so early in the day. A study
of the hallway produced no signs of life.
To the right Schuldig’s door was closed, thus he wasn’t in there, and
directly in front Nagi’s was open, meaning the hacker was somewhere else as well. As for Farfarello, who knew where he would
be. Deeming it safe to leave the
sanctuary of his study, Crawford headed towards the kitchen.

The kitchen proved to be empty as
well, but sounds drifted in from the living room. After fixing a turkey sandwich, Brad followed
the noise to the room it emanated from. The
noise turned out to be the television, which was turned to some anime or
another. Brad neither knew nor cared
what the program was about. If it wasn’t
the news, he wasn’t interested, and even then he preferred to read the paper. What did catch his interest was a lanky
redhead sprawled out on the couch.
Schuldig laid on his back with one leg propped up on the back of the
couch, and was clad in a yellow long sleeve shirt and red jogging shorts. Very short shorts in Brad’s opinion, but then
the German did have nice, long, and rather shapely legs, for a man. Upon that thought, Brad immediately focused
on something else. Nagi sat on the floor
between the couch and the coffee table where a bowl of chips rested. Schuldig, every so often, reached around Nagi
and stole a chip.

Seemingly
ignoring the others, Brad walked in front of the TV, eliciting a few choice
comments from a certain telepath, and sat down in his leather arm chair. Yes, his chair. The other inhabitants of the apartment knew
better than sit in his chair. Schuldig
on occasion had the gall to test Brad on this, but soon found himself dumped on
the floor. Said German was currently
trying to pilfer more chips, but Nagi kept moving the bowl. Crawford settled himself in his chair with
his sandwich in his lap, and picked up a book he had left resting on the chair
arm.

“Bah,
this is so unrealistic,” complained Schuldig gesturing to the anime, “these
people are trying to kill him, and he won’t kill them. It’s so stupid. And that Saitou guy, who is the only
intelligent character, should just fuck Kenshin and get it done with.”

“They’re
not even gay. Why would they do that?”

“Nagi,
Nagi, naïve Nagi. Kenshin is just to
pretty for his own good; he was bound to have been fucked into the ground by
one of those assassins he used to work with.
And the whole rivalry with Saitou, can you say sexual tension?” replied
Schuldig knowingly.

“But
Saitou is married,” argued Nagi.

“Just a
cover, plus he probably needs an heir or something archaic like that. Trust me Nagi; these are two hot guys with
obvious tension between them. They are
totally doing it, right Brad?” Schuldig
asked while arching his back to look at the questioned man upside down.

Crawford
looked up from his book, and suddenly felt distinctly uncomfortable with the
conversation. Schuldig still had one
bare leg thrown over the back of the couch, and his upper body was arched most
enticingly. His flaming hair spilled
across the armrest, and those damn blue eyes glinted mischievously from their
inverted position. Crawford, face blank,
stared at the telepath.

“Stop
filling the boy’s head with nonsense,” Crawford deadpanned then returned his
gaze to his book.

“It’s not
nonsense,” Schuldig huffed and let himself fall back
on the sofa. “If I wanted to fill his head
with nonsense, there are easier ways,” he continued while wiggling his fingers
at Nagi’s head.

~Much
easier ways~

“Stay out
of my head Schuldig!” yelled Nagi.

~Make me~

“Afraid I
will find out what you really do on the internet?” the German said out loud.

“Schuldig
leave him alone,” Brad said without looking up.

“It’s not
like we all don’t know what he does,” Schuldig said as he lifted himself off
the couch. The telepath sauntered over
to Crawford, stretching his arms over his head as he went, thus exposing a good
section of his waist. Leaning against
the back of the chair, Schuldig draped long arms around the clairvoyant. Crawford barely stiffened at the contact; the
redhead was always pawing at him. The
German was just such a touchy person, and he liked being the center of
attention. He liked to touch and prod
reminding people of his presence, and he liked wearing outlandish colors making
sure everyone noticed him. Brad had
gotten somewhat used to it over the years.

“I do
nothing of the kind. I’m not a pervert
like you,” Nagi stated while returning his attention to the TV.

“Can’t
deny that,” Schuldig smirked.

Crawford
gave a snort and turned a page of his book.
Schuldig leaned further over to look at the book bringing his chin to
rest on Crawford’s shoulder. Brad blew
orange hair out of his face and pointedly stared at his book. If he reacted to the German’s presence,
Schuldig would never go away. The best
option was to ignore him. Ignore the
long arms wrapped around his shoulders, the smooth cheek pressed into the crook
of his neck, the soft hair on his face, and the warm breath against his collar
bone. Brad had now read the same
sentence three times. Why oh why
couldn’t the telepath stop invading his personal space?

“What are
you reading?! I don’t understand a word
of it,” complained Schuldig.

“It’s a
study of the French Revolution, in French,” replied Brad calmly. The Oracle was quite proud of his ability to
mask his emotions, and extremely glad the telepath couldn’t breach his mental
shields.

“I don’t
know any French,” whined Schuldig.

“So,”
Brad said unconcerned.

“Read to
me.”

“No.”

“Ja,
you’re no fun.”

“I never
claimed to be.”

“You are
all boring,” announced Schuldig as he straighten himself, “I’m leaving and
going somewhere I am appreciated.”

“I told
you to say close by today, for when Takatori calls,” said Crawford as the
telepath moved towards the door.

“Is he
even going to call us today?” Schuldig
whined and received a pointed stare from Brad.
“Ok dumb question. But why should
my social life suffer because that arschloch wants us at his beck and call?”

“Schuldig…”

“Relax
Bradley, I’m just going downstairs to visit die Großmutter,”
and with that Schuldig was out the door before Crawford could protest.

‘Grandmother’,
or Großmutter as Schuldig would say, was an
old Japanese widow who lived one floor down.
The woman’s only son lived in America, so she rarely saw him.
Apparently, according to Schuldig, the old lady and her offspring didn’t
get on well. Upon arriving at the
apartment the telepath had done a sweep of every tenant’s mind. He decided she was of interest because she
was lonely and could cook, and Schuldig wanted someone to dote on him. So with a little mental pushing, the old
woman welcomed Schuldig whole heartedly, and the German got all the attention
he wanted. In a way the arrangement was
a good thing; whenever Schuldig felt neglected he just went downstairs instead
of bothering Crawford. On the other hand
though, Crawford didn’t think such close association was a good idea, even if
it was with a half senile old lady. No
horrible visions concerning the ‘Grandmother’ had come to the clairvoyant, thus
Crawford indulged Schuldig. Besides
‘Grandmother’ seemed to make the redhead really happy, and as long as it didn’t
conflict with work, Brad didn’t feel the need to take her away. Crawford wondered if he indulged Schuldig to
much, then he remembered long bare legs and decided that the less Schuldig was
around the better for his sanity.

Yay! Another chapter done. Next time Schuldig visits Großmutter. Please
feel free to review. It will be greatly
appreciated.
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