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Missing Pieces	By : SylverIce2 Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Brianna was painting when the
doorbell rang. Setting her palette
down, she ran to open the door and peek out.
"Oh!"

Schuldich
smiled down at her. "Hello, little
girl."

Brie bit
her lip, uncertain of his intentions.
"Hello."

"If I
promise not to bite, will you offer me a drink?" Leaning against the jam, he leered, winking. "I just want to talk."

"Promise
me." She nodded slowly. "Say the words."

He put a
hand over his heart. "I promise
that I have no intentions of hurting you." He followed her silently into the living room and studied the
canvas she had set up. "You're
good."

"You
sound surprised." She leaned her
hip against the arm of the couch, watching him carefully.

"I may
be able to read your mind, but that doesn't mean I can always trust everything
I find in there." Shrugging
elegantly, he touched a finger to the canvas.
"I'll sit for you."

"Really?" She straightened, grinning. Schuldich nodded. "Make yourself comfortable.
I'll get us some tea."

She bounced
into the kitchen, while Schuldich slid out of his jacket and settled onto the
couch. A few minutes later, Brianna
came in with cups of steaming tea, and dropped into the armchair nearby. As the man sipped cautiously at the hot
liquid, she reached for her drawing pad, pencil immediately beginning to move
over the paper.

"You
love them."

"Yes." She smudged a line, smiling. "You sound surprised."

"Most
women couldn't love a man who kills.
Why do you?"

"You
know." She glanced at him,
laughing quietly. He tilted his head,
red hair falling over his shoulder into his face.

"Most
of it. But answers out loud are seldom
the same as answers from the mind."

"Ah. So you're really curious about what I'll
admit to." Her smile grew, and she
flipped to a new page. "It's just
a job - a way to pay the bills, fill the empty spaces, feel like they're making
a difference."

"They're
murderers."

"They're
just men." Calmly, she sketched in
some shading, glancing up at the handsome redhead who watched her with such a
sharp gaze. "What does your gift
feel like?"

"Honeyed
cacophony." He waved a languid
hand at her. "You?"

"Lightning. It feels like being hit by
lightening." She hesitated,
staring down at the drawing.
"Sometimes I can't tell if a memory is mine, or one of the
flashes. Sometimes what I see is
frightening, or horrific, or bloody.
Sometimes it's beautiful."

"I am never alone in my
head. It gets…crowded." He pushed his hair over his shoulder. "Are you finished?"

"You know I am." She handed him the sketchpad. "You don't have to pretend. I don't care if you're in my head. There isn't anything there that I wouldn't
admit to."

His eyes didn't leave the sketch of
himself as he responded coolly.
"You'd admit to being Yotan's slave? To acting like a trained bitch for him?"

Brianna clasped her hands together
on her knees. "It's something that
I can't change."

"Do you enjoy it? Belonging to someone like that?" His green eyes, colder than Yohji's, met her
silver gaze. "I can taste it in
your thoughts." Suddenly, he was
leaning over her, his breath hot against her lips, gaze still locked with
hers. "You taste of desire in
those memories – slick and hot and desperate."

Slowly, Brianna nodded, cheeks
flushed.

"You're very honest, little
girl." He straightened up, and
handed her a business card. "Call
me whenever. I'll do my best to be
accommodating."

"Thank you." She followed him to the door, amazed that
the half-hour she'd spent with him had gone so quickly, and left her feeling
calmer.

She picked her palette up, eyes not
really focused on the work in front of her.
"He's a good man. Even if
he thinks too much of himself."
Grinning, she could almost hear the angry echo of his voice in the back
of her mind.

Brianna kept the visit to herself,
choosing to trust in the German's promise.
She hid the sketchpad in her room, only taking it out when she was alone
late that night. As she studied the
quick sketches she made, her mind was already planning out different paintings. "Maybe I could actually manage…."

She fell asleep, the drawing pad open
to Schuldich stretched out across a couch, the look on his face almost
vulnerable.

She was able to hide her visits
from the German assassin for a few weeks.
Things around the apartment had already settled into a comfortable
routine; Brianna wasn't sure how, but life was calm and peaceful. She'd worried, briefly, how everything would
work out with the three men, but there was no tension. She slept where she wanted, and no one ever
became angry with her. Missions often
kept one or two of the four out at night; sometimes all four would be gone.

Brianna became accustomed to the
fear that one night someone might not return.
She kept it to herself, only showing her concern with the fussing she
did when someone pulled a muscle or required some stitches.

When she finished the first series
of paintings Schuldich posed for, she chose a night when she expected all four
to be out working, and invited the former Schwartz member to dinner as a reward
for helping her. They met at the
restaurant, Schuldich having arrived early to obtain a secluded booth towards
the back of the crowded dining room, and had just ordered their drinks when
Yohji slid into the booth next to Brianna, his gaze cold. "Schuldich. Brianna."

"Yotan, how nice to see
you." The German lounged back,
smiling a little. "I didn't know
you'd been invited. This was a
private party."

Brianna bit her lip nervously when
Yohji's glare simply became colder.
"Yohji?"

"Yes, Brianna?" He looked down at her, and she shivered.

"Please don't be
mad." Her voice was a whisper, but
she gestured at the other man.
"Schu swore not to hurt me, and…well, we've been working
together."

"She's talented. And she's certainly been a comfort to me
since Nagi's gone back to his bimbo."
He reached a hand out and stroked Brianna's wrist, leering.

"Schu." Yohji smacked his hand; the other man let
him, grinning. "Not funny."

"Relax, Yotan. I like the little girl. We've gotten to be friends."

"I didn't think you had
friends."

"People change. I haven't been with Estet for a while
now. I consult, for human resources
management departments."

"I was careful. I made him swear not to hurt me, and he's
kept his word. I trust him to."

"You've got enemies,
Weiss. You need all the allies you can
get. Relax and order something. We're on the same side for now." Schuldich grinned, leaning forward. "Neither of us want the little lady to
get hurt, and she's got her own enemies, yes?"

Yohji
nodded curtly, but ordered when the waiter arrived. "So you're really trying to change, Schu?"

"If
you really think I'm evil, why do you keep calling me Schu?"

Yohji
froze, then nodded, chagrined.
"You're right. I'm sorry –
both of you."

Brianna
rested her head against his arm.
"It's all right. And now, I
can have Schuldich posing with you guys!"

The two men
traded glances, and then, in unison, raised their drinks and chugged.

Brianna
lurked outside of the school, and pounced on Omi as soon as he emerged. "C'mon, we have planning to do."

"I
have to work, Brie-chan." Blinking
in surprise at her appearance, he let her drag him towards a nearby café.

"Kat's
working for you – she was thrilled, so don't worry about it." Dropping into a chair, she grinned. "You're graduating soon, and I wanted
to throw you a little party."

"Really?" Omi's jaw dropped in surprise. Before he could say anything more, a boy
from his class stopped by their table.

"Hey,
Tsukiyono-kun. Who's the babe?"

Brianna
rolled her eyes in amusement as Omi smiled.
"This is my guardian, Brianna MacLeod."

"American?" He leaned down to grin at her. "You sure you want to hang out with
this kid?"

"I
speak Japanese, boy." She grinned
wickedly at his shock. "And yes, I
do want to hang out with Omi. He's
family."

"Wow,
Tsukiyono-kun, you drew some good luck getting her." The boy whistled softly.

"No,
Imahara-kun, she chose to be my family."

"Even
better." He slapped Omi on the
shoulder, said polite goodbyes to both of them, and continued on his way.

"See,
Omitchi? A party would be lots of
fun." She pulled a notebook from
her bag and started making notes.
"We can invite the whole family – Aya-chan, and Jade, and Kat. Some of their…friends." She leered good-naturedly at the term. "And then all of your friends from
school." She tapped a finger on
the paper, thinking. "Schu said
he'd help out. He looked a
little…uncomfortable…about something."

"Schu? Schuldich?
From Schwartz?" Omi nodded
thoughtfully. "He killed my cousin."

"Maybe
we won't invite him, then."

"It's
okay, Brie-chan. It was business."

"But
still –" When he sighed at her,
she gave in. "Fine. But we won't let him have any fun."

"You
take these things well." Omi
sipped the drink the waiter set down.
"Doesn't it bother you?"

"It's
your lives. I wouldn't change
anything. Though I do worry a bit about
you all." She smiled, blowing on
her tea to cool it.

"We
worry more about you." The young
man's fingers tightened on his cup.
"There's a high chance that you could be dragged into things by one
of our enemies. None of us want to see
you hurt."

Brianna
reached over and pried one of his hands loose, squeezing his fingers. "Have a little faith, Omitchi. We're all going to stay in one piece. We have a lot of years together ahead of
us." He nodded, his lips curving
into a tiny smile at the adamant tone she used. Before he could respond, though, she'd dropped his hand and gone
back to her pad. "Now, we just
need to figure out when to have it – what food and drinks to serve – and all
those other little details."

Omi leaned
over the table to help her create lists.
For the first time that he could remember, he had someone's full
attention, and the feeling of being fussed over made his smile grow wider.

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Just another short chapter. I'm still working hard on this, and there will be more! But I am on a once-a-month update schedule, it seems. So please, stick with me, and keep checking back for new chapters!

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