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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is not mine. All its characters and affiliates are also
not mine. Nothing involving Weiss Kreuz
is mine. Sadly this is true.

Author’s notes: Sorry
this is so late, but school has been driving me insane. I feel like I spend all my time reading. All my classes have so much material to read
and are very literature oriented this semester.
*Sigh* So much work to do and so little time. I’m trying to get myself more organized, so I
have more time for things like this story, but I am like the most unorganized
person in the world. Hahaha the cause is
hopeless. Anyway I hope everyone likes
this chapter. It’s a little lighter than
the last one. Großmutter
returns, so everyone that has been requesting more of her, this chapter is for
you.

Review Responses: Thanks to everyone

Tryster – Yes, poor
Brad, but it was his own fault. Hehe,
I’m sure he is somewhere screaming at me for not letting him get any.

Lestat197 – Thanks a
bunch. I hope I can keep it sexy. This is my first story with lemon content. : P

jewelraven - *Sigh*
Citrus and sap all in one chapter what more could you want. I know get to the lemon right. ^_~ Brad can’t be stubborn forever.

Tysoyo Kalli – Hehe
Evilness is my way *evil grin*. I’m glad
you like the fic, and don’t worry I plan to torture Brad plenty. Maybe if I feel up to the test I will throw
more Farf in there too. I love
Farfarello too even if he is a pain to write.

Crimsonneko - Yay! Stick around I promise it’s not all
crap, well maybe, but I’m trying. ^_^

Heaven Star – Yeah I
did leave the poor guy hanging. I’ll
have to make it up to Schu latter.

Hikari-neko – Glad you
like. I figure their relationship either
needs to be complicated or very simple (they screw because they can). Obviously I’m trying for complicated. Damn and I could have done a one-shot and got
it out of my system. ^_^

suicide.angel01 – Hehe
you read my mind. Off to Großmutter we
go. The others will show up again
latter, not to worry.

rcalendar – Aww you
check everyday. *Sniff sniff* I feel loved…and guilty. ^_^ I
will try and update more often.

~telepathy~ aka communicating

/thoughts/ aka
Schuldig reading someone’s mind

German Words:

Großmutter- Grandmother

Ja – Yes

Nein - No

Verdammt – Damn it

Chapter six:

“I said
chip at the ice block, not go at it with a sledge hammer!”

“Ja, I know
Großmutter, but I was kind of drunk at the time.”

“Drunk!
Boy, what did I tell you about that stuff?
It will rot your stomach and it muddles the brains, although, I’m not
sure you have any now,” huffed Hirota Midori.

“Hey!”
protested an indignant Schuldig, “he responded didn’t he?”

“And
left you flat on you behind!”

“Well…
he’s just a surly bastard with a stick up his…”

“Language!
And get your sticky little fingers out
of that bowl. There won’t be any muffins
if you eat all the batter,” scolded ‘Grandmother’. “Shoo, out of the kitchen with you. Go sit at the table.”

Under
threat of wooden spoon, Schuldig retreated to the dinning area which was
separated from the kitchen by a stretch of counter. After rising late in the afternoon, the
telepath had gone to visit die Großmutter for a late breakfast. The old woman had been more than happy to
feed her scrawny visitor. She had a
notion that day to fix blueberry muffins; a product of her growing collection
of foreign cookbooks. While defending
the uncooked muffin mix from a pilfering German, she inquired about the ‘crack
the ice block’ project. Schuldig had
sniffed and grumbled something in German, before he related the events of last
night. Midori had blushed at the more
intense moments, as Schuldig never did possess a sense of modesty, and then
chuckled at the redhead’s indignant disbelief at Brad’s refusal.

“How
could he have said no? I was there all hot
and waiting, and I looked good, Großmutter, I looked damn good. Of course I always look good, but I looked
especially good. And one moment he’s
there and then, verdammt, I’m on the floor,” griped Schuldig from his seat at
the table.

“You
moved to fast.”

“To
fast! He wanted me. I know he did,” insisted Schuldig striking at
the table, “and I was certainly in the mood.”

“It’s
not all about sex dear,” said Midori.
With the muffins now in the oven, the plump woman took a seat beside the
telepath.

“What
else is there,” scoffed Schuldig moving to rest his chin in the palm of his
right hand.

“Boy,
I have half a mind to smack you upside that unruly head of yours!” snapped
Midori. “You can’t go through your life
just looking for the next one night stand.”

“Worked
so far,” protested Schuldig.

“What
about compassion, respect, and dare I even mention it, love,” she said half
expecting the snort that followed.

“Brad
doesn’t love anything, except maybe money.
He spends more time picking out suits than with me,” was the gruff
reply.

“And
I’m sure you really make an effort,” said Midori sarcastically.

“What’s
that suppose to mean?”

“Schuldig
do you love anyone? Better yet, do you
let anyone love you?”

“Eh?”

“There
is more than lust between you and the American, Schuldig. You just have to admit it to yourselves,”
Midori sighed as Schuldig traced invisible patterns on the table top with his
index finger.

“Are
the muffins ready yet?” he asked not looking up.

“Schuldig,”
Midori said with an antagonizing tone.

“What?”
the German snapped at the older woman.

“Don’t
change the subject,” she nagged in a mimic of Schuldig’s tone, “or are you
afraid I’m right.”

“I’m
not afraid,” Schuldig quickly challenged, “The notion is just ridiculous is
all. Brad would never love me back!”

“So
you do love him,” Midori smiled triumphantly.

“I
didn’t say that!”

“You
said he would never love you back,
thus you imply that you love him.”

“But,
but I didn’t mean…”

“See
I’m right. Now you just have to convince
mister ice block of that.”

“Now
see here…”

“Oh!
I better check the muffins,” Midori said rising from her chair.

“Großmutter!”

“Now
Schuldig, what is so hard about this.
You already admitted the other day to liking the American,” ‘Grandmother’
reminded. “You’ve known him for years,
yes? This isn’t just a hit and run. I’ve already said that you two go well
together.”

“I’m
not looking for some sappy ‘till death do us part’ romance. Sure I’ll admit I’d like to fu…”

“Don’t
you say it,” Midori warned, wooden spoon in hand. Schuldig gave a fake cough and held up his
hands warding off the pending attack.

“Sure
I’d like to sleep with him, but I don’t know about a relationship,” he
continued.

“And
what pray tell is wrong with a steady relationship?” she pressed, once more
brandishing the spoon. “I was married
for forty years, and never once did I stray, neither was I tempted. A significant other is a good thing to have:
they support you, make you feel better, and care about your well being. Plus they can be lots of fun.”

“We
are talking about Brad here,” Schuldig said sullenly, “he is anti-fun, and I
don’t think he would care if I fell off the face of the Earth.”

“I
bet that isn’t true,” Midori said gently coming back to the table. She carried with her a tray of fresh muffins.

“No,
he really can be the most boring person alive!” Schuldig emphasized while
ogling the tray. He wiggled his fingers
and reached for an oversized muffin only to be batted away.

“Let
them cool a minute. Really you have no
patience,” the old woman chuckled at Schuldig’s pout. “And I meant Crawford not caring about you. I’m sure he cares more than he lets on.”

“I
wouldn’t bet on it,” the redhead grumbled and laid his head on the table.

“What
makes you think he doesn’t care?”

“Well
he…um…he ignores me!”

“Schuldig,”
Midori laughed, “with as much attention as you require, I’m sure it seems
everyone ignores you.”

“You
don’t.”

“Well
thank you,” she said with a nod, “but I don’t have much else pressing for my
attention. I bet your Brad is a very
busy man. Didn’t you tell me he took
care of most of the business affairs?”

“I
suppose so, but he bosses me around all the time. Sometimes I wonder he thinks I’m incapable of
thinking,” Schuldig argued.

“Well
perhaps he’s worried about you, and feels he knows the situation better. Maybe he is trying to protect you.”

As
far fetched at Midori’s statement sounded, Schuldig did have to give it some
credit. After all, Brad was the
Oracle. The clairvoyant would know the
situation better than Schuldig, as he would usually already know what would
occur. More often than not, Brad would
maneuver people to play out his own version of the future. Brad was the most powerful precog alive, and
Schuldig respected that power. The
telepath may be called Mastermind, but Crawford was the brains of the
operation.

“I
can take care of myself. He just wants
to control everything,” Schuldig protested.

“I’m
sure you can dear,” Midori soothed while scooping muffins out of the tray.

“I
can!” whined Schuldig.

“Did
I say you couldn’t?”

“Well…”

“Although
it wouldn’t hurt if you put on a few pounds.
Here eat some muffins.” Schuldig
glared but didn’t complain as he shoved half a muffin in his mouth. “Look Schuldig, all I’m trying to say is,
don’t count out that Brad Crawford may care about you. Start paying attention to people outside
yourself. No, close your mouth and let
me finish, and don’t talk with your mouth full.
You’re a very observant person in some ways. I don’t know exactly how to describe it, but
you just seem aware of everything and everyone around you. You get this look sometimes like you know
everyone’s darkest secret. But at the
same time you miss the little things. Am
I making sense?”

“Nein
and I think you are off your rocker,” Schuldig mumbled around a bite of muffin.

“Well
I’ll put it simply. Schuldig, though a
dear you may be, you are a self-centered creature.”

“And
here I thought you were actually going to insult me,” laughed the redhead. “Hey, bring those back!” Schuldig reached in vain for the plate of
muffins Midori held just out of his grasp.

“You
can have the muffins after you listen to me,” Midori said placing the muffins
at the end of the table. “Now what I’m
trying to explain to you is that, you pay attention to what you want to,
usually things that involve or revolve around you. I want you to stop thinking about yourself so
much, for a day or two, and actually watch Brad. Pay attention to all the little things he
does. I think you will find he notices
you more than you think.”

“Fine,
whatever, I’ll watch Brad. At least the
view is good, but I’ll tell you now it’s a waste of time. Can I have the muffins now?” Schuldig
pleaded.

“Just
humor me. Now eat up. My second goal, other than matchmaking, is to
fatten you up.”

“Planning
to cook me Großmutter?” snickered Schuldig as he reached for another of the
fluffy confections.

“No,”
laughed Midori, “just trying to give Brad some love handles to hold on to when
he finally nails you into the mattress.”

“Großmutter!”

End Chapter Six

Well that’s all for this
chapter. I know it’s not very long, but
I thought this was a good place to end it.
I will try and get the next chapter out sooner. I have a bitch of a midterm in mid October,
so the next update will either be really soon or in like a month. I’ll just have to see how it goes. As always reviews are welcome and
appreciated. Thanks for reading.

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