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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 Note: I’m
so sorry about the delay. If you haven’t
guessed already I’m in college, and last semester was crazy. I had an insane amount of papers to write,
and the work just kept on pilling up.
When break came I just crashed and did nothing. I’m hoping this semester will be a little
better. I will try and get back to
updating this story a little more regularly.
I have some of the later chapters planned out. I might even know where this is going, but
with my crazy mind there is no telling what will happen.

My grammar may be worse than usual in this chapter. I’ve been sick and cold medicine makes my
loopy.

Review Responses: Yay for reviews!! They make me happy!!

ryushin - ‘To’ and ‘Too’ I will try and remember. I have bad grammar, and I know it. :P I think Schuldig’s willing to get pushed
around a bit by Großmutter; it gives his life a bit
of normalcy. He can be a bastard, but
even a bastard wants to be mothered now and then.

Throwerchick – Aww thank you. That
was a really nice review. And feel free
to point out constructive bits, sometimes I really need them.

Zin – I was
rather pleased with the love handles comment myself. ^_^

Rae – Sorry I didn’t
hurry. I would have preferred to write
this than research papers.

Anon – Hmm…Is my
Schuldig likeable? Maybe,
just maybe. When
he’s not being a bastard ^_^. And
I will keep the ‘under the desk’ idea in mind.

Random Loser – I’m
wondering what will happen with Schuldig’s observations myself. So far he seems a little dense. Maybe if Großmutter hits him with a frying
pan he’ll see clearly.

Nozomi
– Großmutter believes in the ‘do as I say, not as I
do’ rule. ^_^

eMu – Yes, your devotion made my day. I’m sorry I haven’t been so devoted lately,
but I plan to do better. This fic and I just needed some space. I hope you were able to fix your
computer. I know what a pain that can be.

Pandora – Thank
you. I’m always wary of putting in
original characters because I tend to not like them either. (I hate Mary Sues) But the Großmutter plot bunny wouldn’t leave
me alone. But so far she seems to be
working out.

yaoilovervixen – You can call off the search and destroy mission. I have returned. I do appreciate your review. Reviews make me happy, even bad ones because
that still means that someone read the fic. ^_^

Rachel Dracon – Thanks for the review.
I plan to put Großmutter scenes in every now and then, so she will
return.

~telepathy~ aka communicating

/thoughts/ aka Schuldig reading someone’s mind

German Words:

Großmutter - Grandmother

Scheiße – shit

Ja - yes

Chapter seven:

He had
foreseen it, but that didn’t mean Brad Crawford understood it. Never the less, as he made his morning
coffee, he took down the offensive orange mug that only Schuldig would
use. He filled the mug three-fourths of the
way full of coffee, added three spoons of sugar, and filled the cup the rest of
the way with cream. His own coffee was
much simpler: black. The telepath’s idea
of morning caffeine was a waste of good coffee in Crawford’s opinion, but
Schuldig had always preferred sweet things.
He sat the horrid orange cup of coffee at Schuldig’s spot on the table,
and then sat in his traditional seat with his own pristine white cup. Now he waited for his unusual vision to play
out…one sip…two…three....BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Until this
morning the precog wasn’t even aware that Schuldig’s alarm worked. The offending noise continued for several
minutes, and since Schuldig kept his door open, Brad could hear it loud and
clear.

“Scheiße!”

The
exclamation was followed by a loud clap and a thud. Schuldig, as Brad had foreseen, fell out of
bed trying to stop the sudden noise. The
precog had already ordered the redhead a new clock last night. He set his cup down and waited for Schuldig
to enter the kitchen. His vision had
ended with Schuldig sitting down at the table.

As Schuldig
and Großmutter had planned, today was the day for
Brad watching. Knowing that Brad
Crawford got up at an unholy hour of the morning, Schuldig had decided he
should get up too, if nothing else he would find out what the American did all
morning. The redhead had spent a good
fifteen minutes the night before figuring out how the alarm clock worked, as he
had no intention of asking Nagi for help.
The whelp would never let him live something like that down. Schuldig had decided to get up at 7:30, Brad’s coffee time.
The precog would probably have been up for an hour or so before that
showering, shaving, getting dressed, and other such things Schuldig decided he
could miss in favor of sleep. Even so, 7:30 was still too early for the telepath.

As
Schuldig scrapped himself off the floor, he decided that alarm clocks couldn’t
possibly be a German invention. In fact,
they were probably invented by some stuffy American like Crawford in order to
annoy sleep loving Germans like himself.
It took the annoyed redhead a few minutes to remember why exactly he was
awake at such an ungodly hour. After
consciousness returned to his brain he remembered his purpose: watch Brad for
signs of what Großmutter called affection, and if it happened to annoy the
precog in the process, all the more fun.
Schuldig didn’t have much else to do, so humoring the old woman, and
bothering Brad at the same time, would at least pass some time.

Schuldig
wandered into the kitchen in a Nine Inch Nails t-shirt and a pair of red boxers
with little bleeding hearts on them. The
boxers had been a gift from Farfarello for one holiday or another. The telepath slumped down in his seat leaning
over his mug of coffee. He took a big
whiff of the blessed caffeine before sipping the hot liquid.

Brad
waited patiently while the bedraggled telepath returned to the world of the
living. Some part of his brain noted
Schuldig’s lack of pants, but it was firmly squashed before the thought could
fully process. It was bright and early
in the morning. It was not late at night
when he was tired with a drunken Schuldig, and there was absolutely no excuse
to be thinking about legs. No man should
have legs like that anyway. They were
much too long and good for wrapping around things. He was not thinking about the other night, or
how Schuldig’s mussed hair would be even wilder if they had… No, he was not thinking about anything but
the paper he should have opened by now.

“Plans today Schuldig?” Brad asked opening his morning
paper.

“Huh?”
Schuldig looked up from his coffee bleary-eyed.

“You
are awake not only before noon, but
before Nagi has made breakfast.”

“Oh, well
can’t a guy just wake up early now and then.”

Brad raised
an eyebrow, and then went back to his coffee and paper. Schuldig winced at the stupid response. Lying and manipulation were supposed to be
his strong points. He really wasn’t any
good before noon.

“Are you
feeling well?” Brad asked.

“Huh?”

“It is
probably a good thing our work tends to be done at night,” Brad sighed
irritably as he put down the paper. “Are
you having problems with your telepathy?”

“Why, did
you see something?” Schuldig asked feigning disinterest. He took another sip of his coffee noticing it
was to his taste.

“Only you setting your alarm clock, which I can’t remember ever
happening before. Did you get mixed up
in someone else’s mind? Even if it was
just for a moment Schuldig, I want to know if you are having trouble. The last time you lost…”

“That’s not
fair Brad!” Schuldig snapped. “That was
some time ago, and I had been sick.”

“I need you
in working order Schuldig,” the precog answered coolly.

“My head is
not going to blow up Herr Crawford,” Schuldig sneered. “Am I disrupting your perfect schedule? Is my irrational behavior disrupting your
perfect future? Excuse me for being a
telepath. We tend to do irrational
things.”

“I don’t want
to argue with you Schuldig,” Brad said in appeasement.

“Apparently
you don’t want to do anything with me,” the telepath grumbled quietly.

“Do you cry
God?!” a gruff voice bellowed from down the hall. Both men at the table were glad for the
disturbance.

“Not a good
day for Farfarello then?” asked Schuldig once more sipping his coffee.

“Do you
weep for your desecrated temple?!”

“It’s
Sunday,” Brad replied picking up his mug.

“That
explains it.”

“I’ll send
Nagi to restrain him at 11:36 before
he makes a mess.”

“He hasn’t
gotten to kill anyone recently,” said Schuldig, “we can’t keep him cooped up
but for so long. Is Takatori going to
need us to actually be assassins anytime soon?
I’m getting tired of all this boring body guard shit myself.”

“We won’t
be personally killing anyone for awhile.
I believe tomorrow evening would be a good time for you to take him out
Schuldig.”

“He’d like
to go out tonight,” Schuldig said staring in the direction of Farfarello’s
room.

“He is too
volatile on Sundays. Make sure he finds
a victim no one will miss. We are going
to be in Tokyo for to long for high
profile murders. He can kill priests
next time we travel.”

“Ja.”

Brad moved
to refill his cup, and offered a hand for Schuldig’s empty mug. With both cups in hand, the precog strode to
the counter beside Schuldig. As he had
done previously that morning, Brad spooned three helpings of sugar into the mug
and topped it off with cream. He
returned Schuldig’s orange mug, and took his seat once more.

“Schuldig,”
Brad started, “Are you all right?” This
time his voice lacked the irritation from before. The redhead looked up at the odd tone from
the Schwarz leader, but as always the precog was unreadable.

“I’m fine,
just wanted to know if the monotonous minds in this city are any more
interesting in the morning,” Schuldig replied.
Brad gave a last suspicious glance, before nodding in acceptance and went
back to his paper. Schuldig pondered
Brad’s strange tone a moment more, and then returned his attention to blessed
caffeine. Again his coffee was fixed
perfectly to his taste.

End Chapter

I know this is kinda short after
the long wait, but I will do better next time.
I just wanted to get something posted.
I hope to get the next chapter up in a week. *crosses fingers* As always reviews
are welcome and appreciated.

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