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Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is not mine. All its characters and affiliates are also
not mine. Nothing involving Weiss Kreuz
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Author’s notes: And
here is chapter three ladies and gentlemen.
A very interesting chapter in my opinion. I don’t know where some of this came
from. My hands just started typing and
the rest of me just followed along. Everyone
enjoy.

Review responses – YAY!

Nozomi – Glad
you are still enjoying the story. ^_^ Here’s a new chapter for ya.

tanisou
– Hmm a picture huh. Well I’m not completely worthless when it comes to
drawing. I will see what I can do. :)

Pandora – I’m happy that the
characterizations are turning out ok. I was a bit worried if I could do
the justice. Expect more subtle hints. I love them even though they
frustrate me cause I want to know how it all works out
in the end.

dragonkitty
– I like the name. It combines my two favorite things. ^_^ I know what
you mean about the lack of schu/craw
fanfiction. There should be more in my opinion. I had a lot of fun
writing the scene with Schu draped over Crawford,
glad you liked it. Farfie and Nagi hmm…I’ll
keep it in mind. You never know when plot bunnies might pop up.

CC – I’m happy you like the story so
far. Hopefully it will continue to be good *prays to fanfiction
gods*. With any luck, and lack of writer’s block, you won’t have to wait
to long for updates.

~telepathy~ aka communicating

/thoughts/ aka
Schuldig reading someone’s mind

German words:

Großmutter – grandmother

Ja – yes

Hallo – hello

Nein - no

Chapter Three:

Schuldig closed the apartment door
behind him, and moved toward the elevator.
Schwarz occupied the only apartment on the top floor, which gave them
the privacy they needed. The Hijiama apartment complex was an upper class establishment
with only two apartments on each of the seven floors, save the top. Once inside the elevator the telepath pressed
the sixth floor button. The other residents
got very disgruntled at Schuldig’s usage of the elevator to travel between two
floors, which is why he continued to do it; that and the lazy redhead didn’t
believe in stairs. Schuldig could hear a
woman’s thoughts on the next floor as she waited for the elevator. She was grumbling in her mind about the slow
contraption, and how she just knew that it was that redheaded foreigner from
upstairs.

There was a ding as the elevator
stopped. The doors opened to reveal a
young Japanese woman. Her attired
suggested that she was going to work.
Long dark hair was pulled neatly in a bun with only a few wisps flying
free, while thin framed glasses were perched on her pert nose. A dark grey business jacket and skirt
accompanied with a briefcase, clutched tight in one hand, completed the
presentation. Her mind revealed she was
a corporate lawyer. Schuldig gave her
his patented smirk.

/I knew it!/ Schuldig’s smirk grew
as he read the woman’s mind. He
maneuvered himself out of the elevator letting his eyes wander, most obviously,
over the woman’s body.

/Did he just…? That little pervert! Why does he come down here anyway? He's probably trying to rip off that old lady
next door. I wouldn’t let him in my
house no matter how cute he is./

Schuldig caught the last line of
thought just as the elevator doors closed.
As he walked down the hallway the telepath sent a few choice images to
the young lady. Images of him holding
the elevator and crushing her to the wall, as he whispered her name ‘Akina’. His mouth ransacking hers as his fingers ran
up her thighs, under her skirt, massaging against her underwear, delving into
her moist opening. Schuldig sent Akina a
mental picture of her bent over gripping the railing, while he roughly ripped
off her underwear and slammed home into her.

The German laughed as her mind
raced to figure out where the sudden onslaught of lust had come from. He leaned against the wall as he soaked up
her confusion, anger, and unbridled lust.
His mental fingers stroked her libido heightening her frustration. He could see Akina in his mind, leaning
against the back of the elevator, clutching the front of her skirt right at the
juncture of her thighs. Her mind was
racing trying to decide if she could afford to be late to work, so that she
could run back upstairs and solve her problem.
Schuldig now dived into her psyche bringing up pleasing memories of a
black vibrator. The woman unconsciously
spread her legs ever so slightly.
Schuldig could feel her desire coursing through him, and he fed it back
to her in a loop. His mind caressed Akina’s;
fanning her need till it was like a living thing within her, demanding release.

The elevator stopped on the fourth
floor. Mr. Ishiro, who’s wife was on a
business trip to China,
entered through the doors. What no one
but him knew, and unknown to him Schuldig, was that he lusted after the lawyer
from the sixth floor. Akina looked up as
Mr. Ishiro stepped on the elevator.

“Are you alright Miss?” asked
Ishiro. The woman before him leaned
heavily on the wall and her complexion was unnaturally flushed.

~Enticingly flushed,~ whispered
Schuldig in the man’s mind.

Schuldig gave Akina another mental
push, her arousal spiking. The woman
gave a stifled cry and latched onto Ishiro, and kissed him hard; her body
melding against the startled man. After
a moment Ishiro responded grabbing any part of Akina he could. He wasn’t quite sure if this was real or
another fantasy. Before long the two had
stumbled out of the elevator and into Mr. Ishiro’s apartment.

Schuldig slowly detangled himself
from Akina’s and Ishiro’s minds; carefully distinguishing between his emotions
and theirs. With the exception for his
own raging hard on, more due to Akina’s arousal coursing through him than any
attraction for the woman, he was quite amused with his actions. Akina would definitely be late for work and a
very important meeting, and probably lose the account she has been working on
for three weeks. Ishiro, although often
indulging in fantasies of the lady lawyer never intended to follow through with
it, was currently cheating on his wife of four years. Causing mayhem felt good.

Schuldig laughed and took a few
deep breaths willing his body to calm down.
He needed to think something unarousing:
that sickening sweet thing called Tot, Takatori, Takatori
in a Speedo, Takatori fucking Tot. That
did it. The German shuddered at the
disturbing thought. Giving his head a
shake to clear it, Schuldig continued down the hall to his destination, Großmutter’s.

Die Großmutter
lived at the end of the hall in a spacious two bedroom apartment. The second bedroom, once occupied by her son,
was now a seldom used guest room. Upon
reaching the door Schuldig gave it a quick rap.
Soon enough the door opened to reveal a short and plump old woman. Hirota Midori came about mid chest on
Schuldig and stood with a slight stoop.
Salt and pepper hair was held in a bun by ornate chopsticks. Her face was fairly smooth indicating that
she had never spent much time in the sun when she was young. Small hands with a strength that belied their
frail appearance held the door open.
Today she wore a long blue skirt and a cream blouse, but she was often
known to wear a traditional kimono.

“Hallo, Großmutter.”

“Ah,
Schuldig come in, come in. I was just
wondering if you would come see this old woman today,” Midori said ushering the
telepath in. “I was just about to have
some tea. You go sit at the table and I
will bring you some. Would you like some
lunch? Of course you would. You need to eat more, you’re much to
skinny. Do they feed you upstairs?”

“Not as
good as you do, Großmutter,” answered Schuldig as he was lightly pushed into a
chair at the table.

“I didn’t
think so,” continued Midori while patting Schuldig on the head. “Growing boy like you needs lots of
food. Now let’s see what I can whip up. I believe there are still some of those Vienna sausages you like in the fridge. I’ll just put them in a pan, and course there
is plenty of rice, but you’re tired of rice aren’t you dear. How about carrots? I have a can of those. Yes, carrots are good for you and green beans
too. Oh! And don’t you know I bought a
German cookbook the other day; you will have to pick out some things you
like. I think there is a bit of cake
left too. Would you like that honey?”
asked ‘Grandmother’ looking over the door of the fridge.

“All of
the above sounds good,” replied a smiling Schuldig. Midori chuckled as she pulled things out of
the fridge.

“It’s
good to see a boy with a good appetite.
Too many people today obsessed with those flashy diets. It’s all rubbish if you ask me. They can’t possibly be healthy for you, if
you ask me. You need meat on your bones
if you want to live a long life. Just look
at me. A lesson you could learn from,”
she stated, and emphasized her point by poking the German in the ribs as she
walked by.

“Ja, Großmutter,”
Schuldig laughed.

“Here you
drink your tea while I fix lunch,” said the old woman while placing a steaming
cup in front of the telepath.

“What no
beer?” Schuldig asked mischievously, and receiving a thump on the head in
return.

“That
stuff will rot your stomach. Tea is good
for you. Now where did I put that frying
pan?”

“It’s in
the bottom cabinet Großmutter.”

“Ah, so
it is. You’re like my extra memory
Schuldig; always knowing what I forget.
Such a good boy.”

Schuldig
laughed to himself and sipped his tea.
Midori continued fixing lunch and babbling about this and that. The woman could go on talking for ever. The noise was comforting. It helped to ground him and keep his mind in
one place. She also tended to say what
ever was on her mind, thus the telepath didn’t bother reading her mind very
often. Schuldig was extremely happy that
Midori had taken his mental suggestion to take up German cooking. He picked up the new cookbook and flipped
through the contents, he doggy-eared a page hear and there.

Großmutter
had been an interesting find for Schuldig.
It hadn’t taken much work on his part to have Midori doting on him. She was a caring person, and naturally wanted
someone to take care of. She wanted to
feel needed, and with her son so far away, she just didn’t feel useful. It was a situation that the Schwarz assassin
intended to take full advantage of. All
Schuldig had to do was convince her mind, that he was the person she wanted to
take care of. After about a week of
familiarity her own mothering instincts had kicked in, and Schuldig didn’t have
to manipulate her mind at all, unless she asked unwanted questions.

The
telepath wasn’t as flaky, as Crawford liked to accuse, all the time; he knew
his job. Großmutter knew that he worked
for the politician Takatori. Any idiot
could know that with how much time Schwarz spent at Takatori’s office, not to
mention the public addresses made by Takatori with Schwarz in the
background. Of course that was all the
old woman knew, and the telepath made sure she didn’t feel the need to pry for
anymore information. Of course if worse came to worse, Schuldig could always
make her forget she ever knew him.

“Here you
go,” Midori said as she put several plates in front of the redhead: one plate
full of sausages, a second with vegetables, and a third with a big piece of
chocolate cake. “Eat up and don’t you
leave one bite. We need to put some meat
on those bones.”

“Are you
trying to turn me into a sumo wrestler, Großmutter?”

“Well you
won’t see them starving to death, and they don’t waste good food.”

“That’s
because they don’t ever leave the table,” laughed Schuldig between bites.

“True,”
chuckled Midori, “but girls like sumo wrestlers.”

“If they
are famous and win, not because of their weight,” he countered, “besides I
think I’m quite handsome as is.” He gave
his hair a toss to emphasize his point.

“Yes, yes
you’d be quite a catch.”

“Exactly,”
said Schuldig triumphantly.

“If you
fatten up a bit,” Midori said laughing at the redhead’s sulking
expression. “So when are you going to
bring a nice girl over for me to meet,” she said with a conniving gleam in her
eyes. “There is a young lady who lives next
door to me. A lawyer I believe.” Schuldig couldn’t help but snicker just a
bit.

“Nein, I
don’t think so Großmutter. I think she
might be too high maintenance for me,” said the German then taking another bite
of sausage.

“Well I
suppose you might prefer a tall American anyway,” was the nonchalant reply. Schuldig promptly choked on his food, and sat
there pounding himself on the chest.

“Wh…what?!”
he stuttered, “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Come
now, I may be old, but I’m not blind.
And I don’t mind one bit if you prefer men.”

“Großmutter!”

“Well I
don’t. I’m in with these new times. What is it they say…? I’m hip to it, man.”

Schuldig
was beginning to think he should keep a closer eye on what goes through the old
woman’s thoughts. He wasn’t often
surprised by what came out of people’s mouths, but this was definitely one of
those rare times. Maybe what Crawford
said about her being senile wasn’t entirely untrue. At the moment he wasn’t sure what shocked him
more: her attempt at modern lingo, that she wouldn’t mind if he were gay, or
that she thought he was interested in Crawford.
The anal retentive, ‘I’m a precog now do what I say’, Crawford. Sure he was good looking, hell he could be
down right sexy, especially when he got that menacing glint in his eyes, but he
was Crawford. Crawford was the person always
telling him to shut up and definitely under appreciated him.

“Nein Großmutter,
I think you’re hallucinating.”

“Say what
you like, but I’ve been around a long time boy, and I know these things,”
replied Midori with a nod. “I’ve seen
the way you act when he comes down here to get you. You positively light up, and almost
immediately you are touching him in some way. You gravitate to where ever he is in the
room. That time I got him to stay for
tea; you were beside him the whole evening.”

“I paw at
everyone. I’m a friendly person,” huffed
an irritated Schuldig.

“You’re
not as affectionate with the small one.
What’s his name? Oh yes,
Nagi. You joke and pick at him, but it’s
not the same. You lack a certain warmth
when the American isn’t around.”

“There is
nothing of the sort,” the telepath snapped.
Schuldig was ready to just wipe these thoughts from the woman’s mind, so
he wouldn’t have to hear this foolishness anymore.

“You can
fool yourself all you want, but you can’t fool me. There is something cold inside you Schuldig,
something I can’t melt. I see it in your
eyes. It’s there even when you
smile. Your smiles don’t ever reach your
eyes, but when you smile at him they do seem brighter,” she paused to reach
over and grab the German’s hand. His
face was set in stone and his eyes wild.
He did not like this conversation at all. “I think Brad Crawford could be good for
you.”

“You
don’t know what you’re talking about old woman.”

“Don’t
old woman me, besides I think he’s rather fond of you too,” she said with a
smirk. The telepath couldn’t quite stamp
out his renewed interest in the conversation.

“Brad
isn’t fond of anyone. He’s a cold, calculating, and thoroughly
selfish man, which by the why I don’t like in the slightest,” Schuldig stressed
and gave into pointing his finger in emphasis.

“Look
who’s talking,” chuckled Midori, “you my dear are
spoiled rotten. And don’t think I can’t
see that conniving streak you have. You
were sure to have been a fox in a past life.
You both deserve each other.”

“I
wouldn’t know what to do with him,” sighed Schuldig in
frustration.

“Don’t
tell me I have to have that
discussion with you!”

“Großmutter!”
Schuldig feigned being scandalized.

“Well at
least that got you back in good humor.
At least admit he’s attractive.
Hell if I was 60 years younger I would be all over him. You’d see your ‘Großmutter’ bopping around in
her little black dress, yes surrey!”
Midori sat pretending to primp, and Schuldig couldn’t help the laughter
that followed.

“Ja, ja Brad is attractive.”

“Brad is
it. On familiar terms are we.”

“Now
don’t get any ideas, I’ve worked with him a long time that’s all.”

“And you
wouldn’t mind spending time in the dark with him hmm?”

“Großmutter…”
Schuldig released another suffering sigh and then gave a sly smile, “well I
can’t say it would be a terrible experience.”

“Trust me
boy, this old woman knows things. It may take some time for that stubborn man
upstairs to crack, but if you just chip away a little here and there, I think
you will find I’m right.”

“I’m sure
I’ll just find an anal retentive bastard.”

“Watch
your language,” Midori replied with an echoing thump.

“Ouch!”
Schuldig yelped rubbing the top of his head.

“You
shouldn’t be mean to me; I could be in the middle of a heart breaking romance
and not even know it,” sniffed the telepath pitifully.

“Oh hush
up and drink you tea, its good for you.”

“Yes
ma’am.”

“And
Brad?” inquired Midori.

“What
about him?” said Schuldig in a bored tone.

“What are
you going to do about him?” came the exasperated
response.

“What
else can I do with a block of ice, but chip at it,” the redhead said with a
delightful smirk.

Schuldig
left the apartment shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the door with his hand still
on the knob. His other hand ran through
his untamable hair. Long pale fingers
untangled the strands as they glided through the reddish-orange mane. Brad had projected his thoughts out to the
telepath stating they would leave for Takatori’s in an hour, and as Schuldig
could very well take that long to get ready, Crawford had told him to get back
upstairs. More like ordered with threat
of pain should the redhead make them late.
Schuldig stared down the hall to see a disheveled Akina sneaking back into
her apartment. She looked up to see him
standing there, and blushed furiously before quickly shuffling through the
door. He didn’t feel like messing with
her mind anymore today. He had a much
better victim to play with, or should he say tie up possibly to a bed or coffee
table, which ever came first.

Well that is all for this
chapter. What do you think? I’ve got a lot of ideas for this story. As always reviews are welcome and
appreciated. See ya
next time.

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