Crunchy White Rain

By Secera Crystalfire

Disclaimer: I don't own them (and I doubt that I ever will).

Notes of the Authoress: Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers for the past two chapters, I appreciate your support! Have fun reading this chapter everyone!

Chapter 3: Concerning the Edible-ness of Mistletoe

Everything was finally ready. Crawford breathed a sigh of relief as he shut and locked the door to the room with the really funky wallpaper. Couldn't have anyone poking around in there, now could he?

For good measure, Brad cursed Takatori one more time for making Schwarz host the annual Takatori Christmas Party. Dammit, they were bodyguards and assassins, not party coordinators!

"Nagi?" Crawford called through the shut door as he walked past the young hacker's bedroom.

"Yes?" answered Farfarello from the other side of the door.

Brad halted. "…Farfarello? What you doing in Nagi's room?"

"I'm taking Nagi's mouse for Get rid of it." Came the muffled response from the other side of the door.

"…?" Crawford said, even though that's not saying anything.

"But it's attached to his computer and I can't figure out how to detach it…"

"…!" Crawford exclaimed just as Nagi himself rounded the corner. "Um…I need to go find Schuldich now," the Oracle stated, swiftly walking away.

"What the…" Nagi walked into his room. "Farf! Get AWAY from my computer!"

Two figures suddenly raced past Brad down the hallway.

"Give me back my-!"

"It's for my cat!"

"It doesn't work that way! Give It Back!"

"Things that don't work hurt-"

"Shut up and give me my mouse!"

"No."

"But what if-"

"No."

"But-"

"No! You are not making cookies. You are not making cake. You are NOT making brownies or fudge or pie."

"How about cream puffs?" Schuldich grinned at Crawford with puppy-dog eyes.

"NO!"

"But Bradleeeey!"

"The last time you made popcorn the microwave exploded," Nagi reminded from his seat at the table.

"That was Farf! He stuck his paperclip collection in the microwave!"

"No cooking. We will buy the food for the party," Crawford dictated against the Schuldich's protests. The red-haired German stormed away, muttering profanities in Brad's head.

"I am going to pick up the food now." Crawford announced importantly. "Nagi, make the punch while I'm gone." He strode out the door and slammed it behind him, trying to drown out Schuldich's mental mumbling.

Nagi counted down slowly and softly, "three…two……one!"

A shout erupted from the front yard. "What the HELL is my ARMANI SUIT doing on a SNOWMAN?!!!"

Nagi didn't want to make punch. Of course, he was definitely the best candidate. He couldn't trust Schu or everyone at the party would end up drugged, and Farf…Farf making punch was just plain scary. But that didn't mean that Nagi wanted to do it. No Sir, he most definitely had better things to do.

Necessity caused Nagi to come upon a realization. It would be quite amusing if everyone at the party became intoxicated, now wouldn't it? Of course it would! Especially Crawford, and (Nagi wondered) was Weiss going to be there?

Schu-sama

Eh, koibito?

Don't call me that!

You sound like a mini Brad. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing…

You wanna make punch?

Can I spike it? Nagi could hear Schuldich smirk as he asked.

He rolled his eyes. I didn't hear that.

Nagi met Schuldich striding towards the kitchen as he floated to his bedroom. The door was locked because of Farfarello's recent obsession concerning Nagi's computer's mouse, but the wide-eyed telekinetic had no problem getting in. He floated over to his desk and turned on his computer.

Farfarello walked by a minute later chewing on a clump of mistletoe.

Oh, the things Nagi had learned to get used to in Schwarz…

(AN: Isn't mistletoe poisonous or something? Ah well, Farf must have a good immune system.)

Crawford was in the middle of the canned foods aisle when a vision hit him. Something slimy, wet, and…what on Earth? A sock drawer?

Disoriented, he shook his head. His glasses fell and skidded across the aisle. Searching for them, he came to the conclusion that the bloody telepath was once again screwing with his mind. Schuldich was going to pay as soon the Oracle returned home.

As soon as he found his glasses.

Finally finding them next to a stack of canned turnips, Crawford heard someone snort behind him. Rising and turning, he found himself face-to-face with the red-haired leader of Weiss.

"Having troubles?" Abyssinian asked with a smirk.

"Only troubles enduring your unwelcome presence." The American retorted apathetically.

"Whatever," Aya concluded, turning to walk away. He 'accidentally' brushed against a tower of canned kumquats. The top can slipped from the tower and just missed Crawford's head. "Oh, so sorry," the red-head drawled.

"You will be," The Oracle threatened, taking a particularly sharp (???) can of peas in his hand as a substitute weapon.

Aya swung around to face him, grabbing a can of his own. The two stood, both growling deep in their throats, involved in some sort of staring contest and waiting for the other to make the first move.

It was several minutes before either realized that a crowd had gathered around them. "Truce?" Aya mumbled.

"Truce," Crawford agreed. He walked away, taking some satisfaction in the vision of his opponent tripping over the can of kumquats that had fallen on the ground.

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