It's Not You

Summary: Nagi's in love...with Brad?!?!?! Nagi: *swoons* Brad: I'm not a pedophile!! x_X

Pairings: Nagi + Brad and Brad x Schu

Author's Notes: It's not quite what you think. I put a twist on the Brad and Nagi pairing. Whee. Don't be mad, but I just HAD to write this! A bit OOC though. ^^;

Disclaimer: These bishounen do not belong to me. *sobs* They belong to Takehito Koyasu *swoons* and Project Weiss and whoever owns them that I didn't list here. Speaking of which, I'm sure someone has written something similar to this (I mean there's like 2008 Weiss fics on FF.net alone, like someone hasn't conceived this idea). I don't plagiarize fics. I didn't copy this from someone else's work, so if it looks similar, don't email me with a 'You %#^%$&%*-ing copycat' message or something. Besides, I've never read a Brad x Nagi fic.

Ah, it was just the typical morning in the Schwarz house. Brad sat at the table reading his newspaper drinking his coffee, and occasionally nibbling his piece of toast. Nagi was swinging his legs under the table, humming to himself, and eating a bowl of cereal. Schuldig was drinking a glass of orange juice and admiring Brad. Farfarello was amusing himself by crunching bits of cereal into powder.

"What a fine day to kill someone," Schuldig announced, breaking the silence.

"No missions today," Brad answered dryly.

"I will kill today. Brad, will you let me get a driver's license?" Farfarello pleaded.

"Absolutely not."

Nagi was silent and kept his eyes on the American. Schuldig stared at the telekinetic incredulously, trying not to laugh.

~Are thinking hentai thoughts about Brad...?~

~Shut up, Schuldig. You mention one word of this to him and--~

~Do you see my lips moving, chibi? I can keep a secret.~

~And don't tell him telepathically either!~

~Yeah, yeah.~

Lips, hmm. How Nagi would like to press his to the Oracle's. Bet he wouldn't see that coming! Nagi grinned to himself. Schuldig rolled his eyes in disgust and left the kitchen.

Brad's eyes didn't waver from the newspaper he was reading, "Where are you going?"

"Out for a smoke if 'His Excellency' must know," Schuldig said, sounds of him slipping on his shoes were heard.

3, 2, 1... "Don't trip," Brad added.

A loud thud was heard, followed by a line of curses in German.

Nagi let out an amused laugh. He spooned some more of his cereal out of the bowl, before throwing out the half-eaten amount of Cheerios. He rinsed the bowl, and walked towards the kitchen's exit to grab his backpack, and head to school.

"Next time don't pour as much cereal," Brad scolded, "I don't appreciate food being wasted."

Nagi paused, "Yes."

Brad smiled as he turned the page of the newspaper. He loved being in charge.

Farfarello took his powdered cereal and went his room where his beloved blender was waiting for him.

The young telekinetic came back in the kitchen to grab a cereal bar for lunch. Pocketing it, he walked over to the table, clearing the rest of the dishes, save for Brad's coffee and half-eaten piece of toast.

"Okay, I'm going now," Nagi leaned over, giving Brad a quick hug, which was returned with a peck on the forehead.

"Stay out of that fight during your science class," Brad warned, "I don't want to have to come pick you up. Besides, a suspension from school doesn't look very good on your permanent record. Especially, from one whom I expect to make something of himself in life."

Nagi nodded and left.

The entire apartment fell upon a silence when everyone was out...or in a sound proof cell amusing themselves with kitchen appliances. Brad enjoyed the peace and quiet for 2 and a half minutes before the German came back inside.

He seated himself in a chair next to Brad, "You know, that kid isn't right in the head."

"I think we've all proven that once or twice before," Brad said in boredom, "What's your point?"

"Nagi's got a new crush."

"Oh god, don't tell me it's that one girl who stalks him every day after school," Brad said, turning to another page in the paper.

"Nope. It's you."

For the first time during their conversation, Brad looked at the German, "Is that so?"

"Picked it right out of the kid's head. And boy is he ever creative. I think you should ground him from the internet. It's giving him influence."

"As if you help any," Brad replied bitterly.

"Wait...you're not okay with it, are you?"

Brad's eyebrows narrowed. The very idea disgusted him. He'd practically raised the teenager. From the time he was five until now that he was fifteen, the only time when Nagi and Brad had been separated was when Nagi received his training. Even then, Brad remained at Rosenkreuz, watching to make sure they didn't push him the wrong way.

The American had full guardianship over the young telekinetic. And this is what he thought? Love? Brad grimaced.

Schuldig nodded, as if he'd been listening to Brad's thoughts, the only ones out of Schwarz that he couldn't hear unless allowed to, "The kid probably wants to release some sexual tension," he neared the older man, putting his arms around his broad shoulders, "I mean, I don't claim to know everything, but I am the telepath here. So do you See anything happening?"

"No, he's only fifteen."

The German chuckled, "I mean us," he paused, "Do you see us making out right here in the kitchen?" he kissed Brad's neck and firm jaw line.

By now, Brad had totally forgotten about the newspaper, "I can arrange that."

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Author's Notes: I swear to god that I have the next part ready and typed up. I just want to get some more reviews before I post more. The most I've ever gotten for one fic is four. I can't live off of that people. So be nice fanfic reader's and review. In fact, if I get five today, I'll post the next part tonight. I promise. ^_~