New Year's Gift
by : apocalipticoblivion
Foot-steps echoed down the dark dank alleyway. In a rush to get to where they were going.
But, the young boy was being followed. He carried a black laptop in his small arms, he had midnight blue eyes. The boy also had chocolate brown hair that kept getting in his eyes while he was running.
They had said that they would have picked him up an hour ago from that awful laboratory that was where one of their newest employer was working at.
And now, he was being chased down by one of the mans henchmen for not staying when he was killed by Weiß to greive over their loss.
But, Crawford had ordered him not to stay until after he had made sure that the man was dead. Now he was running. He had been running for about five blocks now, and it was starting to take its toll.
His body was practically screaming at him to stop and just pass out. But, if he had turned around and used his powers in the state he was in, he would pass out. And then who knows what would happen to a young boy on the streets of a city inhabitted by punks.
~Hey, Naggles... Where are ya? I wanna get home... I have some really nice liqour that I'm going to drink at midnight...~
~Being chased by some madman in some alleyway... for not staying to grieve over that filthy employer!~ Nagi yelled into his mind, knowing that the German would pick it up and respond back.
~Okay, Farf you know what to do...~ came the nasal reply...
"YaiYaiYaiYaiYaaaiii!!" came the battle cry infront of Nagi as the young boy ducked to the side and allowed the Irishman to pass and wipe out the henchman.
Nagi spotted Crawford's car and ran towards it as another man came at him, only to be shish-ca-bobbed by a flying knife, one of Farfello's favorite blades to be percise.
"Farfello, come on. Let's go home. I'm tired." Nagi said as he saw Farfello appear out of the shadows and jog to catch up with Nagi or to be percise, to retreive his precious blade.
"Are ye alright, lad?"
"Fine."
"Hate to break this kodak moment but, Braddy-bear is pissed." Schuldig said with a laugh.
Nagi could practically guess what the American would say, so he mouthed it.
"Schuldig, don't call me that. My name is Crawford!"
"But you're name is also Bradley." Schuldig said as Nagi and Farfello got into the backseat of the car.
"And?" He then directed his attention to the two younger members of Schwartz. "Glad to see you didn't make a mess, Farfello. Did you get all of the information required Nagi?"
"Hai, Crawford."
"Good. Lets leave this horrid place." Crawford stated while making a face of utter discust.
And so that was how Schwartz came back from a mission. A mission to collect data from a trusted person of a weapons dealer.
Only Crawford new what the information was for. But, he wasn't about to tell that. After all, it would ruin their rewards for a years worth of friendship and fond moments.
END
Best Wishes to all of you who read this. I hope you all have a very Happy New Year, and may good fortune and luck not pass you by.
love, apocalipticoblivion
A/N : you really don't have to review. but you can if you want. this was just a new years gift.
by : apocalipticoblivion
Foot-steps echoed down the dark dank alleyway. In a rush to get to where they were going.
But, the young boy was being followed. He carried a black laptop in his small arms, he had midnight blue eyes. The boy also had chocolate brown hair that kept getting in his eyes while he was running.
They had said that they would have picked him up an hour ago from that awful laboratory that was where one of their newest employer was working at.
And now, he was being chased down by one of the mans henchmen for not staying when he was killed by Weiß to greive over their loss.
But, Crawford had ordered him not to stay until after he had made sure that the man was dead. Now he was running. He had been running for about five blocks now, and it was starting to take its toll.
His body was practically screaming at him to stop and just pass out. But, if he had turned around and used his powers in the state he was in, he would pass out. And then who knows what would happen to a young boy on the streets of a city inhabitted by punks.
~Hey, Naggles... Where are ya? I wanna get home... I have some really nice liqour that I'm going to drink at midnight...~
~Being chased by some madman in some alleyway... for not staying to grieve over that filthy employer!~ Nagi yelled into his mind, knowing that the German would pick it up and respond back.
~Okay, Farf you know what to do...~ came the nasal reply...
"YaiYaiYaiYaiYaaaiii!!" came the battle cry infront of Nagi as the young boy ducked to the side and allowed the Irishman to pass and wipe out the henchman.
Nagi spotted Crawford's car and ran towards it as another man came at him, only to be shish-ca-bobbed by a flying knife, one of Farfello's favorite blades to be percise.
"Farfello, come on. Let's go home. I'm tired." Nagi said as he saw Farfello appear out of the shadows and jog to catch up with Nagi or to be percise, to retreive his precious blade.
"Are ye alright, lad?"
"Fine."
"Hate to break this kodak moment but, Braddy-bear is pissed." Schuldig said with a laugh.
Nagi could practically guess what the American would say, so he mouthed it.
"Schuldig, don't call me that. My name is Crawford!"
"But you're name is also Bradley." Schuldig said as Nagi and Farfello got into the backseat of the car.
"And?" He then directed his attention to the two younger members of Schwartz. "Glad to see you didn't make a mess, Farfello. Did you get all of the information required Nagi?"
"Hai, Crawford."
"Good. Lets leave this horrid place." Crawford stated while making a face of utter discust.
And so that was how Schwartz came back from a mission. A mission to collect data from a trusted person of a weapons dealer.
Only Crawford new what the information was for. But, he wasn't about to tell that. After all, it would ruin their rewards for a years worth of friendship and fond moments.
END
Best Wishes to all of you who read this. I hope you all have a very Happy New Year, and may good fortune and luck not pass you by.
love, apocalipticoblivion
A/N : you really don't have to review. but you can if you want. this was just a new years gift.