"Schuldich…how've you been?" A familiar voice spoke to him. He knew who it belonged to yet, he thought he was crazy from hearing it. "Hello?…Fine don't talk to me I'll just sing…Sobald darauf ein mondhell die nacht…"
"Nien…you bore me with that" He finally replied. "What are you still doing in my head?…I thought you disappeared from my thoughts for good.."
The voice laughed "I will always be here…you wont be able to forget me easily…"
"Leave me alone…for now anyway…I'm tired…let me sleep.." Schuldich tossed a bit, covers spilling on the floor some, his face buried in the soft pillow. "Schuldich…" A voice called out once more, but it was not female, though, a soft voice calling him roughly. Hands began to shake him until he made a move.
"Schuldich! Get up!" A young Japanese boy yelled to him. "Go away Nagi…lemme sleep.." he growled, "I'm tired and my head hurts…" Nagi looked at him for a moment, few scars on his body were visible but he just shook his head. "Brad wants you downstairs. He says if you sleep late you'll retain bad habits."
"I said I don't feel good all right?!" Schuldich threw things at Nagi until he ran out. Not that he was scared, Nagi could have fought back, but he noticed something about Schuldich almost believing in what he said.
As soon as Nagi entered the kitchen, Brad peered up from his newspaper looking to the boy. "Well? Is he going to get up?" The American spoke in his calm cold voice as usual.
Nagi took out his walk man. "Iie" he replied. "He said he didn't feel good and for me to leave him alone. He started throwing things at me so I didn't bother. I'm going out now if its all right with you."
Brad looked at him then nodded. He stood up, ready to take matters into his own hands, making his way down to Schuldich's room. Inside he looked around, finding posters all over the walls or most of them anyway. His eyes gazed onto the bed seeing the redheaded German laying there with the covers half on his body and half on the floor. He stared at him for a moment then called out the German's name.
Schuldich looked up slightly from the pillow recognizing that voice and smirked slightly. "I see Nagi told. Or did you come here for fun?…I rather have breakfast before sex though."
Brad kept the same cold look at him, he grabbed the covers pulling them off Schuldich's body and reached for a pale limb. He latched onto an arm and pulled him slightly but almost fell from Schuldich's sudden move.
"Lets play Brad…" Shuldich grinned that mischievous way looking at Brad who just frowned letting go making Schuldich drop onto the floor. "I'm not here to play games. I don't have time so stop acting like a child and get dressed and get your ass downstairs. From then on you stay inside, I'm not going to risk you going out there like you did yesterday almost causing more trouble than what is already started." And with those words said, he left.
Schuldich glared at the door throwing a pillow at it angrily. He made his bed, in anger which the results didn't turn out to well but for him right this moment he didn't give a shit. He slammed his closet door open tossing out some jeans, a black shirt and then slammed it shut again. He got dressed and started to fix his hair when he just collapsed to his knees banging the brush on the ground, "I HATE HIM!!" He yelled out loudly but it wasn't enough to draw attention from downstairs. Schuldich made a tight fist around the brush, if any tighter he would made his hand bleed when he dropped it. He felt like he was going to crack. Years he had been wanting Brad but each time he tried, he was shot down. Again and again. He was growing sick of it.
Finally he got dressed and walked downstairs into the kitchen. He grabbed the milk carton out of the fridge and drank from it, like a teenager would, then put it back. He did act a bit childish for a twenty-two year old but that's just how he was. He sat down in a chair putting his feet up on the table. As the German did that, he caught attention seeing coffee brown eyes over the edge of the newspaper looking at him. Schuldich glared at them, rather pissed off of how he was thrown off his bed and yelled at.