Crawford's Vacation
DISCLAIMER: I am the proud owner of 8 bishounen, and numerous other unimportant characters.. Ha! Yeah, right. And pigs fly to my bedroom window and talk to me at night..*a flying pig taps on the window*...Forget I said that. Basically, I don't own them, so don't sue.^_^;
Chapter One - Stress and Ramblings
Crawford felt stressed.
Not because Schuldig had been annoying him, but because he had no time for anything other than work.
// Maybe you should take a break, you know, let me handle things around here. //
The telepath was standing in the doorway of Crawford's office nonchalantly, hands in pockets, awaiting a reply. Crawford merely arched an eyebrow.
// Let you handle things? I have a hard enough time trusting you to give Farf his medication in the mornings, let alone having to worry about you watching the place! //
Schuldig pouted, // Come on, I'll have Nagi to help me! //
// What about his homework? Who'll help him with that? //
// Bradley, he's on vacation. Usually you remember those sorts of things! You know, you really should go on vacation, you're due for one anyway, and Takatori won't mind. Just for a few days, at least! Nagi and I can handle things fine here. //
Crawford's shoulders sagged as he sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, Schuldig was right.
"Alright."
Schuldig nearly fell over in surprise, then smirked. He'd finally worn their leader down. "I knew you'd see things my way."
"See what?" Nagi stood at the doorway next to Schuldig.
"Well, Junge, our illustrious leader has decided to go away for a while and let me mind things around here."
"You and Nagi," Crawford corrected, "and it's only for a few days."
"Oh. Have fun, then."
"Fun?" Schuldig looked at Nagi incredulously, "I don't think he knows what fun is. His idea of a good time is sitting at his desk, working."
"Can you two please go out? I have things to organise."
Nagi and Schuldig left the office without complaint.
Crawford closed the door and slumped down into his chair. "Why do I let him talk me into things like this? God, I must be really stressed if I left the shields down."
He looked out the window and saw nothing but tall skyscrapers, apartment buildings and the like, and decided he wanted to go somewhere like the beach.
"I haven't been to the beach since, well, since before Este. Mum and Dad took me there when I was a little kid, every year without fail, and.."
He stopped when he realised he was rambling on to himself. A thought came into his head. He still had the key to the beach house his parents owned, so maybe that was the best place to go.
First thing the next morning, Crawford was up at dawn. Being careful not to wake the other three Schwarz members, he crept down the stairs with his suitcase, and went out to the car. Before leaving, he wrote a note that he attached to the refrigerator. It outlined the basic rules of how much medication to give Farf, and things like that, and he also stressed that there was to be no parties. He felt that he had to write that down, even though he knew Schuldig would disregard it.
Stop worrying, Brad, he said to himself, it will all work out fine.
Sitting in his black Porsche, he took one last look at the apartment before speeding down the street.
Schuldig awoke to the sound of..well, silence.
Brad wasn't in his room, and his car wasn't there, so Schuldig came to the obvious conclusion that he had left on his vacation already.
Bounding down the stairs, he looked in the refrigerator for something to eat that he usually wouldn't eat if Brad was around. Pulling out a block of chocolate, he shut the fridge door, and read the note on the door.
Actually, he scanned it, getting the general idea of what was written, and then sat in the living room to eat his chocolate.
He was interrupted moments later by a rattling chain, and howling coming from the cell upstairs. Farf was ready to come down for breakfast.
As the cell door opened, Farfarello's single amber eye squinted at the unwanted intrusion of light from the outside.
// Time for breakfast, Beserker. //
Farf stopped moving long enough to ask, "Where's Crawford?"
"He's gone away for a few days. I'm in charge, and Nagi is my little helper."
Farf began to struggle in his straitjacket as Schuldig untied him. When he was untied, he stretched, numerous bones clicking into place.
Nagi had already prepared Farf's breakfast.
As Farf ate, Nagi said to Schuldig, "Don't make me do everything this time."
// Aww, but that's all part of the fun! //
Nagi shot the telepath a glare that threatened to ram him through the ceiling and leave him there till Crawford got back.
// Malicious thinking there, chibi. // Schuldig smirked.
Nagi sighed. He hoped that Schuldig was planning on being good, otherwise he'd have to see if Weiss'd let him stay with them.
Was this chappy any good? Do you want me to continue?
Well, you know the drill.
I hope you enjoyed it!
Next: Possible part 2
~Blue Silhouette~
DISCLAIMER: I am the proud owner of 8 bishounen, and numerous other unimportant characters.. Ha! Yeah, right. And pigs fly to my bedroom window and talk to me at night..*a flying pig taps on the window*...Forget I said that. Basically, I don't own them, so don't sue.^_^;
Chapter One - Stress and Ramblings
Crawford felt stressed.
Not because Schuldig had been annoying him, but because he had no time for anything other than work.
// Maybe you should take a break, you know, let me handle things around here. //
The telepath was standing in the doorway of Crawford's office nonchalantly, hands in pockets, awaiting a reply. Crawford merely arched an eyebrow.
// Let you handle things? I have a hard enough time trusting you to give Farf his medication in the mornings, let alone having to worry about you watching the place! //
Schuldig pouted, // Come on, I'll have Nagi to help me! //
// What about his homework? Who'll help him with that? //
// Bradley, he's on vacation. Usually you remember those sorts of things! You know, you really should go on vacation, you're due for one anyway, and Takatori won't mind. Just for a few days, at least! Nagi and I can handle things fine here. //
Crawford's shoulders sagged as he sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, Schuldig was right.
"Alright."
Schuldig nearly fell over in surprise, then smirked. He'd finally worn their leader down. "I knew you'd see things my way."
"See what?" Nagi stood at the doorway next to Schuldig.
"Well, Junge, our illustrious leader has decided to go away for a while and let me mind things around here."
"You and Nagi," Crawford corrected, "and it's only for a few days."
"Oh. Have fun, then."
"Fun?" Schuldig looked at Nagi incredulously, "I don't think he knows what fun is. His idea of a good time is sitting at his desk, working."
"Can you two please go out? I have things to organise."
Nagi and Schuldig left the office without complaint.
Crawford closed the door and slumped down into his chair. "Why do I let him talk me into things like this? God, I must be really stressed if I left the shields down."
He looked out the window and saw nothing but tall skyscrapers, apartment buildings and the like, and decided he wanted to go somewhere like the beach.
"I haven't been to the beach since, well, since before Este. Mum and Dad took me there when I was a little kid, every year without fail, and.."
He stopped when he realised he was rambling on to himself. A thought came into his head. He still had the key to the beach house his parents owned, so maybe that was the best place to go.
First thing the next morning, Crawford was up at dawn. Being careful not to wake the other three Schwarz members, he crept down the stairs with his suitcase, and went out to the car. Before leaving, he wrote a note that he attached to the refrigerator. It outlined the basic rules of how much medication to give Farf, and things like that, and he also stressed that there was to be no parties. He felt that he had to write that down, even though he knew Schuldig would disregard it.
Stop worrying, Brad, he said to himself, it will all work out fine.
Sitting in his black Porsche, he took one last look at the apartment before speeding down the street.
Schuldig awoke to the sound of..well, silence.
Brad wasn't in his room, and his car wasn't there, so Schuldig came to the obvious conclusion that he had left on his vacation already.
Bounding down the stairs, he looked in the refrigerator for something to eat that he usually wouldn't eat if Brad was around. Pulling out a block of chocolate, he shut the fridge door, and read the note on the door.
Actually, he scanned it, getting the general idea of what was written, and then sat in the living room to eat his chocolate.
He was interrupted moments later by a rattling chain, and howling coming from the cell upstairs. Farf was ready to come down for breakfast.
As the cell door opened, Farfarello's single amber eye squinted at the unwanted intrusion of light from the outside.
// Time for breakfast, Beserker. //
Farf stopped moving long enough to ask, "Where's Crawford?"
"He's gone away for a few days. I'm in charge, and Nagi is my little helper."
Farf began to struggle in his straitjacket as Schuldig untied him. When he was untied, he stretched, numerous bones clicking into place.
Nagi had already prepared Farf's breakfast.
As Farf ate, Nagi said to Schuldig, "Don't make me do everything this time."
// Aww, but that's all part of the fun! //
Nagi shot the telepath a glare that threatened to ram him through the ceiling and leave him there till Crawford got back.
// Malicious thinking there, chibi. // Schuldig smirked.
Nagi sighed. He hoped that Schuldig was planning on being good, otherwise he'd have to see if Weiss'd let him stay with them.
Was this chappy any good? Do you want me to continue?
Well, you know the drill.
I hope you enjoyed it!
Next: Possible part 2
~Blue Silhouette~