Title: GAME, SET, MATCH
Characters/pairings: Brad Crawford, Naoe Nagi/Schuldig (implied C/S in the past). But it's not really about that.
Notes: What happens when children grow up. Over your head.
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When Nagi decided he wouldn't work for Takatori anymore and would in stead return to Schwarz Schuldig didn't mind it at all. Not that he would ever admit it, but he missed him while he was away. But it wasn't the same as before. Nagi was a young man now and more dangerous than ever. Schuldig embraced danger. In this case, literally. He just couldn't help himself. The surprising thing was, he didn't end on the floor or squashed to the wall. He had gotten acquainted with some very interesting uses for telekinesis, but that was just fine with him.
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Crawford's rage when he found out was unexpected. For all of the mental insight, Schuldig rarely understood him. He seemed furious, and for what? None of them was injured. It was even consensual! Not to mention they should get along much better from now on.
"Well, it's not like we haven't …"
"He's a kid!"
"He's grown up."
"Barely out of his teens!"
"Really, really grown up," Schuldig snickered.
"Shut up, I don't have to listen to this!"
"You should be happy, really. This way I won't be bothering you any more."
And Crawford still didn't look any happier. Strange guy.
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He never knew what to expect from Nagi. This joke has gone on too long already – the child was acting like he owned Schuldig now and it was time for him to put his foot down. Slapping the brat wasn't an option; Nagi's powers were getting out of hand even without aggravating him like that. He had to approach this carefully.
Then he faced him and he knew he lost. It was all there in his eyes: icier than his own, crueller than Farfarello's, more gleeful than Schuldig's. The message was clear: 'Now you are alone. It's just the start.'
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