Chocolate Treat: Part One
By. Box
10/12/03
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"Trick or treat!"
Shrill laughter reached his ears, even here, nearly two blocks away from the origins. He winced as eardrums rang and a headache grew more pronounced. The scowl firmly on his features deepened until it remotely resembled a snarl. Any minute now, and fangs would soon be growing, and blue eyes would be enveloped in a deadly, reddish hue.
If he were a vampire, that is.
Naoe Nagi cursed the bad timing of Schwarz being contracted to America during yet another of their blasted commercial-based holidays. At least, this was somewhat more tolerable than winter, when cheery, bright red and lights (along with an assortment of other atrociously clashing and blinding) winked against pine trees and along the roof edges of houses and buildings.
Christmas, anywhere, was enough to set Nagi's teeth on edge and his fingers itching to blow out every. Single. Damn. Light.
Mr. Scrooge! May I have your autograph? A familiar, unwanted, voice slipped into his mind. Schuldig, who had been walking jauntily (per usual) next to the silently seething boy had managed to catch the last bit of Nagi's vehement thoughts.
Shut up, Schuldig. Go back to ogling Crawford's ass. Dark eyes narrowed further in annoyance, although they did not flicker to address the German directly.
Tsk, tsk! Now how would you know I've been eyeing his ass, hm? Not like you can see it anyway, underneath that costume of his. Came the teasing and blatantly lewd, reply.
Nagi flushed in anger beneath his white makeup, and very nearly sent a nearby empty soda can to smack into Schuldig's head, when Crawford suddenly stilled. All four drew to a halt, silently. They had reached their location.
"Farfarello, Nagi, search the back entrance. Schuldig, you're with me."
Nagi caught the leer on Schuldig's face when his eyes flickered upwards while passing the taller man. Glad that it wasn't him stuck with the horny pervert, Nagi led the way to the side of the mansion. Farfarello trailed dutifully behind him, tongue flickering out every now and then to caress the cold steel of his blade, single golden eye glinting in perverse pleasure.