It's Not You

Summary: Nagi's in love...with Brad?!?!?! Nagi: *swoons* Brad: I'm not a pedophile!! x_X

Pairings: Nagi + Brad and Brad x Schu

Author's Notes: *tackle-glomps all my reviewers* Thanks goes to: *takes a deep breath* D 100 reviews, dragon-chan, nice fanfic reader, Nuku Nuku, Saki, Ishi, Aimee, sabacat, and ShiTiger! *gasps for air* I love you guys!!

Also, a little bit of explaining of the Brad, Schu, and Nagi love triangle: You know how lust is, Nagi doesn't really care that Brad and Schu are together. He still likes Brad anyway.

Oh, and I did notice I made a little spelling error in my first chapter. Hopefully ff.net loads the correction I made to it, before anybody notices it. ^^; And um...nobody be angry at me at the end. (Yeah, this is the last part). It gets really OOC here, but I couldn't help it!

Disclaimer: These bishounen do not belong to me. *sobs* They belong to Takehito Koyasu *swoons* and Project Weiss and whoever owns them that I didn't list here. Speaking of which, I'm sure someone has written something similar to this (I mean there's like 2008 Weiss fics on FF.net alone, like someone hasn't conceived this idea). I don't plagiarize fics. I didn't copy this from someone else's work, so if it looks similar, don't email me with a 'You %#^%$&%*-ing copycat' message or something. Besides, I've never read a Brad x Nagi fic.

She was following him again, Nagi noted. He kept walking, pretending he didn't notice the short-haired brunette girl trailing him. Nagi didn't even know what she saw in him. He certainly didn't see anything in her. She was quiet and shy, and yet insisted shadowing Nagi wherever he went. He even heard rumor that she had even tried to get her classes changed according to his schedule.

He sighed in annoyance, fishing his house keys out of his pocket, and unlocking the door. He knew she always stopped at the end of the driveway. Besides, if she ever tried to enter the house, she'd be greeted by three other assassins. Stupid crushes. Such was the life of a bishounen.

"I'm home!" he announced, then winced at the sounds coming from the hall of bedrooms. Brad and Schu were at it again, he guessed from the voices. Jealousy crept through his body. Maybe he'd go and get a snack first, before heading for his room to do his homework.

The kitchen was remarkably cleaner than it had been when he'd left that morning. The counters and table were spotless, the dishes were washed and put away, and even the floor had been swept and mopped. Nagi shrugged, retrieving a few cookies from its package. At least the chore hadn't been left for him to do.

Schuldig came in the kitchen later. He paused watching the telekinetic eating cookies, "Where'd you find those?"

"The cabinet, baka. Top shelf," he was a bit disappointed that Schu now knew where Nagi kept the snacks stashed.

"I would've found out eventually, you know," Schuldig answered, taking a handful of cookies.

"Hey! Don't take so many! Brad bought those for me!"

"Is that why you like him?" Schuldig asked, grinning.

"Not out loud! And that's none of your business!" Nagi shouted.

"Hah. 'None of my business'..." Schuldig mocked.

Nagi felt a familiar tingling in the back of his head, and glared at the telepath, "Stop that!"

Schuldig stuck his tongue out at the boy and as soon as he did, Nagi charged at him with the aid of his telekinesis to keep Schu from dodging the attack. Within moments there was a brawl on the kitchen floor.

"What's going on here?" a demanding voice asked.

Both Schwarz members looked up to meet Brad's glaring expression. The American was leaning against the entranceway of the kitchen, arms crossed.

"Tell him to stay out of my head!" Nagi said.

"Tell him not to cheat using his telekinesis!" Schu shouted.

"Schuldig, mind your own business. Nagi, I need to talk to you," Brad ordered.

Nagi got up from the floor, and followed Brad out of the room. Schuldig scowled, picking up what was left of his cookies and tossing them in the garbage.

~Schuldig, make yourself useful and keep the resident psycho company.~ Brad added.

~Oh sure. Make me go in Farfarello's room when he's pureeing random things.~

***

Brad led the boy to his office, "Have a seat," and he gestured to the white leather couch.

Nagi sat down stiffly and Brad sat on the other end. The boy was sure he was in trouble. Brad had told him countless times not to use his telekinesis as a weapon in the house.

"Where did I go wrong?" Brad asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm sorry for using my telekinesis. I won't again, but Schuldig just...makes me so angry sometimes," Nagi apologized.

"I'm not talking about that right now," Brad said, "Come here."

Nagi scooted towards him on the couch and Brad put his arms around the boy in an embrace.

"What do you feel when I do this?" Brad questioned.

"I feel...affection." Nagi answered, he couldn't help blushing.

"There are many types of affection. This one I show you is not 'love'. I do love you, but not the way you intend."

Nagi took in a breath, "Who told you this?"

"A certain German."

The boy stiffened in the man's arms, "I told him not to tell." He made a mental note to slam Schuldig into the nearest wall after this talk.

Brad chuckled lightly, "You know he can't keep a secret if there's nothing in it for him."

"You don't like that, huh? Me having feelings for you..."

"I don't dislike you for it. I don't even want to know where you got such ideas, but Nagi...look at me."

Midnight blue eyes met mocha brown.

"I've practically raised you. Ever since I found you, I've brought you up, being like your male role-model...or maybe like a father."

Nagi felt foolish now. This man who was holding him now thought no more of him than as a son. A tear escaped his eye and rolled down his face landing on Brad's arm.

"What are you crying for?"

"It's just...I want someone who can really love me! I want to love someone. Comfort them, and be comforted in return. None of my relationships seem to last! What am I doing wrong?"

"Well, liking a man twelve years older than you isn't the way to go."

"Is it because of Schuldig?"

Brad paused, "I do love him. That and I'm not a pedophile, Nagi. The thought of me and you...like that, is revolting to me."

Nagi shook his head, tears still flowing.

"I think, no, I know you'll find someone to love one day. I'm not that someone. And if me hugging you, or giving you a quick kiss before you leave for school is affecting your thinking, then I'll stop."

"No! I want you to show that you care about me. Thank you," Nagi squirmed out of Brad's hold.

Brad nodded.

Nagi held the office door ajar, looking at Brad, "And...I'm sorry for the mistake," he paused, "I love you...Papa." And he quickly ran out, shutting the door.

Brad stared at where Nagi had been standing, and a small smile crept to his lips.

~OWARI~

Author's Notes: Oh yeah! Finally, finished it! This fic has been bothering me for awhile and I finally typed it up. Yay for me. But it's so...short. I guess I just wanted to get to the point quickly. (I might consider using your idea, ShiTiger, for having Omi step in to take away the pain. Maybe for like a side-story or something.)

The point being, I'm not really cool about Brad and Nagi being a couple. The thought just...I don't like it. Although, I have nothing against those of you who like that coupling. I just won't read those fics or go to those sites. ^_^ Flames for this story are accepted, but don't like, send me a virus or something. (Eep!)

Oh yeah, Nagi's "stalker" would be my sister, Lauren. ^^; *laughs* (Are you happy now, 'Ren-chan?)

Schu: Itai... *his body slides off the wall leaving a big imprint from where Nagi had slammed him*

Brad: *grumbles at the imprint Schu left on the wall*

Nagi: *weeps* This didn't resolve anything! I'm alone!

Farf: You should just stick to loving inanimate objects like how I do, Nagi. *cuddles his blender, while licking his knives*

Nagi: *sweatdrops*