Perfect Reality

"I'm bored…" – click.

"Isn't there anything to do around here?" – click.

"I'm dying of boredom," – click.

"Stop that or you'll kill it," stated Crawford plain.

Ignoring the order, Schuldich replied, "we kill hundreds –even thousands- of people a year, and you mind me killing a stupid TV? You seriously need to get your priorities checked Brad"

Silence.

Click. Click. Click. – The poor TV.

Silence, still.

Tick. Tick. Tick. – The poor keyboard.

As you guessed, more silence.

"I'm giving you ten seconds to take that back." Threaten Crawford in a somewhat smooth tone.

Now this is interesting – thought Schuldich. He rolled on his back off the outrageously bright orange sofa.

"Or?" he tempted.

"Don't play games Schuldich… I insist you take back what you have just said." Came the reply.

"Which one? Killing the TV? Us killing thousands of people?" probed Schuldich further.

This is way better than some stupid dramas they show on TV… - laughed Schuldich, mentally.

You know which one… - interrupted Crawford's reply.

Oh… You mean the Brad? – replied Schuldich, now standing right in front of Crawford's office desk.

Tick. Tick. Tick. – The poor keyboard.

Knock, knock, knock. – The poor door.

Nagi poked his head in through the door and noticed the tensed atmosphere almost too quickly.

"Is this… A bad time?" he asked.

"No… Not at all, kitty…" smiled Schuldich, "we were just discussing about TVs and people and kills… And oh, of course, Brad. Why? Did you want something?"

Nagi doesn't need to be told twice, his eyes widen and his mouth gapped open for a second before he regains his composure. "You know what? I forgot what I came here for… Sayonara! Don't wait up for me tonight… I'm just going to be over at Tot's-"

- Or even Omi's place is better than here tonight… - thought Nagi, which obviously was overheard by Schuldich- "So if you need me, very sorry, I won't be home!"

"Aww… Isn't that a pity… You'll miss a great show tonight!" pouted Schuldich mockingly, his eyes and Crawford's locked in sinister gazes.

"That's okay! You enjoy it!" laughed Nagi nervously, bolting out of the office. Followed by a few 'clicks' and Schuldich knows Nagi has taken a scowling Farfie with him.

After a series of 'Aargh! Leggo! Leggo!', 'trust me on this one' and a 'slam' on the front door, Schuldich realized he was left alone with an angry Crawford.

Hmmm… Suits me just fine… - declared Schuldich.

And with a touch of pure intelligence, Schuldich stole a thought of Crawford declaring his mood too.

Dark… Fire… Torture…- Gulp. Scary… thought Schuldich.

"Schu, schu, schu… How many times must I discipline you…" sighed Crawford, taking off his glasses.

Schuldich backed to the door. His fingers reaching for the knob.

If he's going to kill me, I'll have a chance if I get a head start – screamed Schuldich's head.

Twist.

The door didn't budge.

Panic swept over Schuldich for the first time in his life. Well actually, for the fifth or sixth time in his life. The first one was when his teacher threatens to throw him off the window out of a six storey high building. The second one was when the agents of Rosenkreuz snatched him away from his life. The third time was when Crawford first 'disciplined' him. And the rest follows every time he irritated Crawford big time. Usually though, Schuldich knows his limit. But he was really bored. Maybe he did went a bit far this time. But hey, he doesn't complain when the rest of the team calls him 'Schu baby' or whatever pops in their mind.

Schuldich spun around and started yanking the door knob.

How can I be locked inside? He thought in a distress stage.

"Its computer activated Schu… Ever since you broke it last month, I installed a computer activation lock on it. You see, I decided that will be the last time you destroy anything resting in my office," explained Crawford, advancing towards Schuldich.

Hell. –screamed Schuldich.

Hell is right Schuldich… Hell is right. –taunted Crawford, entering Schuldich's mind without permission.

"GYAA!"

The night howled, indicating what a long night it was going to be.

What happened? Use your imagination!

-Three days later-

Weiss' Florist Van.

"You're still here?" whispered Aya (Ran).

"I told you, I'm in physical pain…" groaned Schuldich, lying on his stomach.

"Hey, I'm the one who was stabbed by some stupid kid in a foreign country… (This was from Gluhen by the way)" replied Aya, holding his stomach in one hand and watering the plants with the other.

"That was a week ago." Spat Schuldich. Resting his head on the pillow.

"Hey, I almost bleed to death…" contradicted Aya.

"Alright, alright… Aya was stabbed; Schuldich was harassed, er, in a dangerous part of his body… You're tide, okay?" sighed Yohji, snatching away the over-watered plant from Aya.

"Was he really that hard on you, Schuldich-san?" asked innocent Omi, "what exactly did he do?"

"I don't think it's appropriate for you, little kitten…" Nagi whispered into Omi's ear.

"Oh… And that's appropriate?" mocked Ken, who just entered with a big pot of plant, "and by the way, just so you know, farfarello's harassing our customers again. Make him stop."

Nagi was oblivious to the world, listening to Omi's little lessons on growing plants. Aya was to busy smoothing the plant he got from Aya, his sister. And Yohji was to ignorant, comforting Schuldich.

Sigh… Seriously, do I have to do everything around here? – thought Ken in an exasperated sigh.

"Farfa-" Ken started, then he stopped when he saw Manx, Birman, Rex and Crawford approaching the van.

"Erm… Aya? How long has it been since we last saw Manx, Birman or Rex? With Crawford in addition?" Ken asked in an intimidated voice.

"Hmm, let's see… Never." Replied Aya short and irritated.

"Well, here's the first," answered Ken back.

That caught everyone's (who's in the van) attention. Their eyes turned to the opened door and caught glimpse of the quartet walking towards the van.

Manx stepped in. Followed by Crawford who in turn was followed by Birman and Rex.

Resting Schuldich caught their attention first. Manx furrowed her tattooed brows in confusion. Birman, glancing on Crawford, who was displaying a series of amused looks, quickly caught on the situation. While Rex after a quick scan, hovering on Schuldich for a moment, decided to just leave the 'youngsters' to their own amusements.

"May I ask you something, Mr. Schuldich?" asked Crawford.

Schuldich scowled and grunted in various foreign languages and muffled out a 'yeah'.

"What are you doing?" asked Crawford again, without really waiting for an answer.

Schuldich gave him a death glare, "is that some kind of a trick question?"

"Manners Schuldich, manners, or do you want to be disciplined again… So soon? Or is it safe to say you're getting addicted to it?" came the threatening statement.

"Couldn't be harsher…" said Schuldich sarcastically.

"So you want me to?" replied Crawford, who is now inches away from Schuldich.

"You dare to do that, I'm going to demolish your office." Threaten Schuldich.

"Sure, along with your sofa and TV and your precious Playstation 2… how perfect," smiled Crawford, giving a scowling Schuldich a brief soft kiss.

"Gyaa…" squealed Omi.

"It's a western tradition, little Nagi's kitty…" explained Crawford.

"Oh… Wait… What did you just call me, Crawford-san?" inquired Omi.

"Hmm," came the smiled reply.

"Weiss, Schwarz…" started Manx.

All heads turned to her and she continued, "We have a big problem…"

Beside her, Birman and Rex nodded.

Chapter one is done! Kind of cute if you ask me! XD Please comment! Or I won't be able to have the motivation to write on! XP Hope to see you soon-Tess