Usual disclaimers apply.
This isn't a song fic. Yeah. I hate those things. This would be my first venture into Weiss Kreuz fanfic.
'Hey! Hey!'
...it was somewhat difficult, at times, to understand humanity. It wasn't his practice to attempt it; yet being as it was that he was caught here in a human world the need to comprehend their irrationalities occasionally became irresistible.
The pop band 'N'Sync' for example: a gang of attractive young men who gyrated to an irritating cacophony dubbed 'music' by popular opinion. They had attained incredible popularity over a brief period for no apparent reason whatsoever, and then faded into the background just as quickly as they had risen to the top.
It was illogical, yet such was humanity. It was to be expected that he sometimes be bewildered by their behavior.
'I know this can't be right, hey, baby! Come on!'
…Schwarz, however. The members of Schwarz were superior in talent and intelligence to every human on the face of the useless planet called Earth.
Why, then, did he hear that horrible racket beating at the walls of his office? It was impossible that Schwarz would be attracted to the 'music' for its own sake – well, Schuldig, perhaps, but Nagi had too much sense and Farfarello was…
…though Schuldig would doubtless cajole him into allowing it with the promise that it hurt God. The Irishman was sensible – when he wasn't being completely psychotic – but in this case the psychosis would inevitably impede any rationality he might have hoped for.
Damn. Crawford snapped the laptop shut and stood, straightening his jacket. 'I wanna see you out that door, baby! Bye bye bye!'
Humans.
A slow smirk spread over his face as he went to the door and quietly twisted the handle. It opened soundlessly, a beautiful example of well-oiled perfection. They hadn't noticed him yet.
This would be a rare indulgence, but everyone deserved them now and then, mm?
One hand slid inside his jacket. Removed the gun. Aimed. Fired.
He observed the explosion of the stereo and the subsequent end to the noise. Allowed a smug smile to pull across his face.
The yelps and curses were music to his ears.