Verie: Dear God.. I'm adding MORE?! ~twitch twitch~ I'm scared.
Also note that I didn't upload the previous chapters the day I finished them, so all the info in them is outdated! YAY! I would also like to thank our new Nagi, for um.. agreeing to be Nagi despite the fact that Schu is crazy. And Schu, if you ever read this, you're crazy. Crazier than Farfie and I put together. Stop trying to scare Nagi. I warned her about you. Also, I don't own Weiss. Or Schwarz, for that matter. I reserve the right to sell them to my friends for absolutely nothing. Which is why Ken and Nagi are being used with permission from Nagi/Shinigami. Schu... I guess Schu belongs to Schu. But I don't care. Anyhow.. yes, yes. Poor Brad. He has to deal with me. ^_^;




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Brad pulled over by the flower shop "Kitty in the House."

"The fangirls are still there." Nagi pointed out happily.
"Damnit!! THAT WAS THE ONE WISH I ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT! .. Well, that and my coffee. .. My coffee more so..." Brad said, getting out the car.
"Crawford?" Nagi asked.
"What?" Brad growled.
"You scare me."

Brad mumbled and made his way through the mass of fangirls, throwing many of them into oncoming traffic. Nagi did the same, only using his telekinetic powers for the throwing.

Brad gaped at what he saw, and resisted the urge to start screaming death threats at the author, wherever she may be.

A random fangirl walked up to Brad.

"Ode to loopholes, ne Braddie?" She grinned evilly.

Brad and Nagi stared at Weiss.
Why?
Because they were GHOSTS.

"I told you I wanted them dead!" Brad yelled.
"They ARE dead. ... Kinda. They're ghosts. Which makes them the undead. But that's ok, jah? Oh, and Aya might not look like a ghost, but that's because he's a vampire. I like vampires." The author grinned.
"I hate you. And someday, I will kill you." Brad growled.
"Why couldn't Omi be the vampire?" Nagi whimpered.

Brad twitched slightly and the author stared at Nagi blankly.

"Um.. because... um... .. he's not?? I DON'T KNOW!! DON'T INVOLVE ME IN YOUR FETISHES!!" The author exclaimed.
"But... technically isn't it your fetish too, since you just mentioned that you like vampires?" Nagi asked.
"... ... ... Stop pointing out my loopholes. Also, I HAVE NO 'FETISHES'. ... Obsessions, maybe. But no fetishes. I'm a semi-sane fangirl." The author stated.
"You are in no way 'sane.'" Brad growled.
"Shut up. No one asked you. Anyhow, Weiss are dead. ... They're still assassins by night, and florists by day, thanks to a lot of sunblock in Aya's case, but that doesn't change the fact that they're dead." The author grinned.
"I'll kill you." Brad growled.
".. You keep saying that. Anyhow, aren't you late for work, Braddie? Mister Takatori will be angry with you." The author smirked.
Brad twitched and checked his watch, mumbling curses as he shoved his way through the crowd of fangirls to his car.

Nagi followed reluctantly, he'd been quite intent on finding out if there were any upsides to Omi being a ghost.

MISTER Takatori's office

"Crawford, why are you late?!" Takatori demanded.
"Because.. um... Weiss attacked. And um.. I had to.. kick their sorry asses, but everything's fine now." Brad explained, cursing the author mentally.
". . . Weiss attacked?" Takatori asked.
"... Um.. sure." Brad replied.
Takatori shoved a paper in Brad's face.
"THIS WEISS?!" He pointed at the mortuaries.
A long stream of cusses flowed through Brad's head. All directed at the author, of course.

"Erm... yes?" Brad responded.
"Crawford, Weiss is DEAD. D-E-um... .... ..." Takatori thought for awhile.
Brad resisted the urge to strangle Takatori while screaming "A-D YOU IDIOT!!! IT'S D-E-A-D!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" (A/N: Brad's picky about language. ... or something. ^_^;)

"... Well, they're dead." Takatori finished.
"So I've noticed." Brad mumbled.
"So why the hell are you late?! I won't stand for lies, Crawford!" Takatori exclaimed.
"Naoe was getting his hair done." Brad pointed his thumb over his shoulder to Nagi, who was sitting patiently.
"WHAT!?! I WAS NOT!!" Nagi yelled.
"I... see...." Takatori blinked slowly.
"Indeed." Brad said.
"Where was he getting it done? I've been meaning to get my hair done for some time now and I just can't find a place I can trust..." Takatori asked.
Brad stared at him in disbelief.
"I.. have no idea." He said through clenched teeth, thinking about the injustice in the fact that if he shot this man right now HE'D be the guilty one.
"Oh. That's too bad. Masafumi wants to talk to you for no apparent reason, so go down the hall to his office." Takatori said.

Brad stood up and walked out the door, with Nagi following him.

"Crawford?" Nagi asked.
"What?" Brad growled.
"You do know that Masafumi thinks you're hot, right?" Nagi asked.

Brad stopped walking and twitched slightly.

"What THE HELL makes you think that?!" Brad demanded, more than a little disturbed (A/N: Poor Brad. ~shudders~ I pity him. But still.. I think Masafumi has the hots for him. And Masafumi is disturbing. And... I'll shut up now. Poor Brad.)

"Because. He made Schreient out to be like us, but the only member of Schreient that looks like any of us is Hell, who looks like a female version of you. Also note that Masafumi is closest to Hell, and how he seems to have made Hell his.. um... girlfriend or something. Did I mention she looks exactly like you only a girl? Oh, and also note the fact that he made Schreient to be like us because he's odd. Why would he do that if for some odd reason he didn't like at least one of us? He also seems to be trying to look like you. Which is creepy. So Masafumi has the hots for you." Nagi explained.

Brad twitched more. "That's a load of shit. Anyhow, Schreient are women. Are you trying to tell me he's bi or something?" Brad asked.
"He's in denial. Either that or trying to hide the fact that he's gay because his father will kill him." Nagi said.
Brad twitched even more.
"Nagi?"
"Yessum?"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Brad yelled.
"Fine. But don't blame me if he asks to clone you and turns the clone into-"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT THE HELL UP!!" Brad screamed, trying to fight the mental images that threatened to pop into his head. He decided that missing work today wouldn't be such a bad thing, and headed for the elevator.

Nagi grinned slightly. It wasn't like he had lied to Crawford or anything, he thoroughly believed the story, and he had to get back at him for that hair thing anyway, right?

The Schwarz Residence

The door flew open and Brad stomped into the living room, grumbling irritably. Nagi followed him, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Naoe, if you EVER start talking about your social life in the car again, I swear I'll kill you." Brad growled, storming off to his study.

"What the hell was that?" Schuldich asked, flipping through the channels boredly.
"Just what it sounded like. I started telling Crawford about my life in the car." Nagi replied, sitting down on the couch and only giving Schuldich a few seconds to move his feet.
"Isn't Brad supposed to be at work?" Schuldich asked.
"Yes.. but he decided to skip." Nagi yawned.
Schuldich stared at him blankly.
"What the HELL did you do to Crawford?!" He demanded.
"I didn't do anything. ... ... Well.. sorta. You see, we were late, and Takatori got pissed off, and then he mentioned Masafumi wanted to talk to Brad, and I had to alert Brad that I thought Masafumi had the hots for him. That's all." Nagi explained.
Schuldich stared at him for awhile.
"You really are evil. I mean.. that's TOO evil. That was just LOW. Congratulations, Nagi. You've become sadistic. Brad's gonna kill you." Schuldich said.
"Not if he's insane." Nagi pointed out.
"... Why wouldn't he kill you if he's insane?"
"... I dunno. He just WON'T." Nagi shrugged.
". .. Is that a prediction?" Schuldich asked.
"Damnit, Schuldich. I'm NOT BRAD. Don't ask me how I *KNOW* I'm not going to die, I'm just *NOT*." Nagi glared.
"Whatever, Chibi." Schuldich said, turning back to his channel flipping.

Nagi sighed and went to his room to... do... other things.

Meanwhile, In Brad's Study

"Ok... Let's see here... so Weiss is dead, but they're NOT, Farfello is sane and yet... not... So the only wish that hasn't fallen through is the coffee. Which is safely in the kitchen. .. I think." Brad stopped talking to himself and headed for the kitchen, to make sure there was nothing wrong with that wish at least.

"Hey Crawford, Nags is planning to kill you." Schuldich said as Brad walked past.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Brad mumbled. Schuldich got up and followed him to the kitchen.
"I mean he's trying to kill you." Schuldich said simply.
"He is not trying to kill me. He is trying to drive me insane. The two situations are completely different." Brad said.
". . . Wait.. you KNOW he's trying to drive you insane, and you don't CARE?!" Schuldich demanded.
"Of course I *CARE* you idiot!!! I'm just pointing out the fact that you're trying to make me paranoid and it's not going to work!"
"Oh. ... Mmkay. That works." Schuldich yawned, going back to the living room to channel surf.

Brad put the newly acquired coffee into the coffee maker, everything seemed fine so far.
"Now, all I have to do is wait, and eventually I'll know whether or not to be even more angry and vengeful than I am already." (A/N: the phrase "angry and vengeful" is owned by Sam. Yay for angry and vengeful! Fear it.)

The door opened and Farf walked in, apparently home from work.

"You must not work for very long." Nagi said.
"Indeed I don't. .. For no apparent reason. Where's the coffee maker?" Farf asked.
Brad stared at his coffee maker protectively. It was his. He didn't care how sane Farfello was, the coffee maker was Crawford territory, and thus would not be touched by Irish hands. Or any other nationality, for that matter.

"Yo, Jei. How's the Nasdaq?" Schuldich asked boredly.
"Crashing." Farfello replied irritably.
Nagi and Brad glanced at each other, as apparently they were the only people in the household who found Farf's newly acquired sanity odd.

The coffee maker had magically made enough coffee for Brad to have a cup, despite the fact that I think it might take a lot longer than the time it just took.
But this is my fic, and if I want Brad to have a magical coffee maker that can make a cup of coffee in five minutes, then goddamnit he'll have a coffee maker that can make a cup of coffee in five minutes!

Brad poured his coffee and took a sip.

And then spit it out all over the place where the table once was.

"... ... Too hot?" Nagi asked blankly.
"THIS COFFEE IS HORRIBLE!" Brad exclaimed irritably. Three wishes, and all of them were screwed up in some way. Peachy.
"See? You should've wished for a new table." Nagi yawned.
"Oh shut up. It would've been crappy too." Brad grumbled.
Schu and Farfello stared at Nagi and Crawford blankly.

"Wish?" Schuldich asked.
"Erm... yeah. Shooting stars and all. Eh.. heh." Nagi sweatdropped.

"Ok, that's it. Nagi, we're going to find the author." Brad growled, walking towards the door.
"Wait! Why do we have to look for her?! She'll pop up eventually anyway. For all we know she's right HERE." Nagi exclaimed.
"We'll be walking past the flower shop." Brad said.
"I'm coming!!!" Nagi exclaimed, running to follow Brad out the door.

".... Jei?" Schuldich asked after they left.
"Yes?"
".... ... Have Crawford and Nagi gone insane?" Schuldich asked.
"Yes, Schuldich. I believe they have." Jei replied, pouring Brad's coffee into the sink.

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Verie: .. This chapter was hard. And that is odd. Since this entire fic is... basically rambles anyway. Oh well. And Weiss was supposed to play a larger part.. but they didn't. Odd. Oh well... as I mentioned above, I don't own Weiss of Schwarz, in my friends' and my own little world, I own Brad, Shinigami/Nagi owns Nagi and Ken, Shanna/Farf owns Farf, Sabrina/Schu owns.. well, Schu. And Monoke no miko or HOWEVER YOU SAY THAT NICKNAME apparently has claimed Yohji. Indeed, indeed. Also, I would like you all to pity Brad. Because Masafumi thinks he's hot. And that is DISTURBING. . At least in my opinion ^_^;