I should have seen it coming….

By Muzai and Yuuzai (Two-girls-a-cat-and-a-dog is their pen name on ff.net) and Mongoose

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Muzai and Yuuzai's note:

This little story came about when I was lying in bed on a cold Sunday morning talking to my sister. We thought it out and chalked it up to

A. our silliness,

B. the amount of sugar in our tea and

C. the fact that we were both functioning on about 1-3 hours of sleep.

I would like to thank my sister for drinking the highly sweetened tea and for not falling asleep .I would also like to thank and apologize to my friends who can now repeat the first 2 paragraphs by heart...

I mean you two, Tama-chan and Lia-chan

I would also like to thank……my mother for not sending me to the mental ward…

I would also like to thank Koyasu-sama for letting me borrow the boys……

I don't own them…

I promise to give them back when I'm done……….

Therefore, on with the story.

Summary: When a kitty gets caught and Swartz wants to play will the rest of wieß make it in time…… .Or will our little kitten be subjected to Farfello's very own makeover?

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Mongoose note: As mentioned above I do indeed know the first two paragraphs by heart. Yuuzai started reading them, and when we laughed, she just wouldn't stop, even when it wasn't funny anymore. Then, things got way, way worse.

Mongoose had an idea. Oh shit.

Anyway, after that, it was me and Yuuzai shooting ideas back and forth for a sequel all day, and because Yuuzai and Muzai are really nice, they offered me the chance to write them ^_^.

The first three weren't written by me, though it should be noted that I did change some things like grammar and a couple things that didn't make sense, or when I just HAD to put in more detail (I'm sorry, but I just love descriptive writing)

I am shamefully (but secretly proud of) responsible for a great deal of the "purse scene" as we call it (you'll know it when you read it, trust me) though I believe Yuuzai helped with a lot it, if I recall, but whatever, it's all good fun, right?

Anyway, on to the fic……!

I'd like to give a really huge thanks to Muzai and Yuuzai for letting me write this! (Please don't be mad at me for all the changes I made to this!) I think this is a great fic and they get major credit for coming up with it and for bugging me to finish it and just being awesome friends! Thanks guys!

Just in case you were one of my early readers I referred to Yuuzai and Muzai and "Ichi and Go" but they hated to pen name I gave them so we came up with Yuuzai, which means "Guilt"(she's our Schuldich fan) and Muzai which means "Innocence"(she's our Tot fan) in Japanese.

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Omi was not pleased.

Well, if you were a member of Wieß and you were caught by Swartz you wouldn't be pleased either. But if you weren't a member of Wieß and you were caught by Swartz you wouldn't have a problem….

Unless they were smiling. But Omi was a member of Wieß and they were smiling.

Therefore, Omi had a problem.

Omi was tied to a chair. It was a very uncomfortable chair, if it had ever possessed any cushion of any kind it was not evident, but it was very sturdy. It was hard polished oak, intricately carved to look as if its legs were animal's feet. Feet with talons. It was a nice chair.

Omi Gulped.

The light shown down from the lamp above him. It was all but blinding to the young florist-assassin. It made everything above the lamp hard to see and everything bellow it sharply defined. Which was why Omi had been forced to note the taloned feet on his chair. Unfortunately he was having trouble discerning his captors from the lamp glare. He could barely make out the members of Swartz around him. From what he could see Schuldich was standing before him with a half smirk on his face. Farfello was off to his left licking one of his blasted knives. Nagi stood at the wall to the right of Schuldich, with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face. Crawford was leaning against the door, gazing off into the unknown somewhere to Nagi's right with a dispassionate expression on his face.

Omi, feeling unusually helpless but determined not to show it, called out stubbornly, "I'm not telling you anything."

Schuldich's smirk broadened fractionally "Oh, really?" He said, sounding smug.

"That doesn't mean we can't try," Nagi stated, smirking.

'I'm not getting out of this one easy, am I?' Omi thought.

/No/ was Schuldich's mental reply to Omi's unvoiced question.

Omi, with unusual clarity, sensed impending doom.

"Torture hurts god" Farfello laughed, splitting his lip with the knife. Omi watched with morbid fascination as the Irishmen's blood slowly welled up in the small wound and then lazily dripped to the white carpeted floor.

"Yes it does, doesn't it?" Nagi replied, deliberately encouraging Farfello.

"We can't torture him. He's too easy to torture" Schuldich smirked, cupping Omi's chin delicately in one of his calloused palms.

"I don't see why not…" muttered Nagi, who'd apparently been looking forward to it.

"Aren't you Mamo-chan?" said Schuldich, ignoring Nagi's compliant.

Omi's eyes narrowed at the sound of the name.

"Taketori Mamoru is dead" he hissed

"Actually you look very much alive" Nagi murmured softly, sly smirk returning as he decided it was much more fun to torture Bombay with his past then to physically torment him.

Schuldich frowned, tilted his head at Omi. Then his eyes lit up and he nodded, as if just seeing him (and the entire situation) in a whole new light. His lips curved into a seductive smirk. "Your too cute for your own good Katzchen. That has to stop," purred Schuldich, caressing Omi's cheek with his thumb, maintaining his smirk all the while.

"Makeovers hurt god," Farfello suggested, giggling.

"Just leave him alive" Crawford commanded, not really caring what his teammates did to their captive, as long as he could still answer questions once they'd had their fun.

Omi shivered in fear as three members of Swartz advanced on him, Farfello giggling insanely, Nagi smirking arrogantly down at him and Schuldich beckoned at him with his index finger suggestively. Oh shit.

At that exact moment the wooden door (on which Crawford had been leaning) crashed inward causing Crawford to slam to the floor.

Ken Hidaka was the first one threw the door, but not by choice. Unfortunately he misjudged the impact tolerance of the door, which, unlike the chair, was not sturdy. As the door crashed in unexpectantly on the first slam from Ken's shoulder he stumbled in after it, tripping and falling over a downed Crawford. He landed flat on his face atop the mostly white carpet (now dotted red from Farfello's blood)

Farfello, without a moment's hesitation, pounced upon Siberian as he entered the room. As Ken struggled to get up Farfello straddled his waist and began to merrily cut away the fabric of Ken's favorite shirt, for which Ken was NOT happy.

Abyssinian leapt at Crawford, who simply stepped out of the way. Aya crouched, preparing to lunge again at the calm leader of Swartz.

Schuldich stood, looking amused as Balinese struggled to free Omi from the rope that bound him to the prestigious chair they'd put him in. He would wait.

Nagi crossed his arms feeling left out. He wanted to fight too. Alas his fellow Swartz members had already engaged all the available Wieβ members in battle. Oh well, there would be other battles…

Ken struggled against Farfello's vice-like grip on his throat, Farfello continued to laugh insanely and cut away his shirt.

Aya continued to futilely lunge and slash at Crawford with his Katana, but with Crawford's postcognitvie abilities made it was near impossible to hit him, as he always knew what move one would make next .

Yoji, after freeing Omi, circled facing Schuldich.

Schuldich smiled. This had been what he'd been waiting for. He liked fighting Balinese, but it was the mental battles they had that he enjoyed the most. Yoji tried to ignored the mental taunts and swung his wire forward. Schuldich, prepared for the attack, lunged to the side and lashed out with his knife.

Omi, now free, faced off against Nagi. However he quickly realized he had no weapon. He quickly glanced around for something to use against his opponent. Finding nothing he grabbed the (sturdy)chair and threw it at him. Nagi didn't even open his eyes. The chair slammed in to the invisible force field surrounding himself that he had built and the ornate chair shattered. Nagi's eye's widened. He hadn't realized Bombay was that strong. Nagi smirked to himself, thinking, 'still, he's not match for me' and opened his eyes just in time to see Omi's impressive right hook. Nagi staggered back and brought his hand up to touch his face gingerly.

"You hit me" he stammered, surprise and outrage showing in his voice

The young telekinetic leapt at the surprisingly strong assassin screaming like a mad man er……..like Farfie.

Their struggle degenerated from a battle of highly trained assassins to a high school cat fight, complete with hair pulling and name calling.

"Whiney baby!" taunted Nagi.

"Crawford's whore!" Omi countered

"Spawn of Taketori!...wha? Hey! I am not!"

"Shi ne" Omi screamed before punching Nagi in the forehead, sending him crashing to the floor.

Yoji wiped the blood from his cheek and glared at the crouching Schuldich. Trying very hard not to think about what he was doing he aimed a kick at Schuldich, which, surprisingly, hit it's target and sent Schuldich flying into the wall with a crack.

Aya glared at Crawford and stepped back hissing, "Dog of the Taketori."

Aya send his boot threw the window beside him, shattering it and leaping threw it in one fluid motion, followed closely by the members of Wieß.

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Schuldich stood clutching his ribs as Nagi struggled to rise from the floor. "Never…. call Bombay……Taketori," Nagi wheezed.

Crawford sighed as Farfello giggled insanely, still atop a now unconscious Ken Hidaka "Catching kitties hurts god," he stated.

"What did you do to him?" asked Nagi, curiously.

"He bit me. I hit him. Hard." Farfello stated happily.

"Oh," was all Nagi choose to say.

The members of Swartz looked at each other briefly, before turning to the cackling Irishman, who was calmly perched upon the unconscious Ken.

Schuldich smirked even as he brought his hand to his injured ribs, saying "At least we kept one, so the battle wasn't a total loss."

Nagi rubbed his quickly bruising cheek.

"I should have seen it coming." Crawford mumbled irtable, annoyed that his powers hadn't warned him of this.

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Muzai and Yuuzai- Owari

End of I Should Have Seen It Coming

Mongoose: Once again, sorry to Muzai and Yuuzai for changing so much, you can yell at me later, okay?

Hope you liked it mina! If I made any mistakes till me okay? Demonangel600@aol.com