"What?!" Schuldich yelled. He was sitting on the couch looking at Brad with a stunned expression.

"Business trip? For how long?" The curious Japanese boy asked.

"For a week." He looked down at Schuldich's still stunned expression. The German pouted and crossed his arms. "What will I be doing all during that time?! Braaadley.."

Brad narrowed his eyes. "I thought I told you to never call me that. You should keep yourself busy. I'm already packed and I will be going to the airport shortly." The American turned and walked away.

Schuldich growled angrily and threw the remote at the wall storming off to his room.

Nagi looked at Farfarello who was carving shapes into his arm with his all around favorite knife. Nagi shook his head and went back to typing on his lab top, finishing off some homework.

Brad sat down in a comfy seat on the plane looking out the window then sighing as he heard a voice calling him.

~What do you want now?…~

/I miss you. Isn't that enough?/

~I've only been gone about thirty minutes Schuldich.~

/I still miss you. Hey! I know!/

Brad had a bad feeling. He always hated when Schuldich had thoughts…especially if they included him.

/Lets have sex!/

Brad stayed silent. The plane was starting to move making him sit back in his chair.

Schuldich was sitting on his bed with a wide grin on his face. In Brad's mind, he began panting and calling out his name…which was giving the poor guy a nervous break down.

Brad had gripped the arm of the chair with his eyes closed tight.

~SCHULDICH THAT'S ENOUGH!~ He finally yelled scaring the German off the bed onto the floor.

/Fine…forget it then../

~*~*~*~

Nagi looked at Schuldich, "Are you just going to lay there and mop around while Brad's away?" Schuldich sighed some, "But I don't have anyone to play with…say..Nagi.." The Japanese boy narrowed his eyes instantly. "I'm only 15, Schuldich. Back off. I don't like that stuff anyway.." Nagi had turned his attention to his lab top once more.

Schuldich smirked his usual way, then looked around. "I'm hungry…" Nagi rolled his eyes, "Then go make something to eat…" The German stared at him for a moment, "Pizza? What kind?"

Nagi frowned, "Stop reading my mind." He then sighed and closed his lab top. "Olives and pepperoni sounds good…" Schuldich got up and walked into the kitchen. "Sounds fine. Farf will have to eat that too. Shouldn't you give him the needles.."

Nagi stared, "Are you nuts? He's like a wild animal right now. I'm not going near him. Crawford did that." Schuldich picked up the phone book and sat at the kitchen table. "Well I sure as hell ain't going to do that.." He finally found the number and dialed.

Farfarello started yelling for some odd known reason which gave Nagi the creeps and the person on the phone was most likely as nervous. The man on the other end gulped as he heard that they wanted it delivered.

After dinner, Schuldich and Nagi betted each other to see who would give the tranquilizer to Farfarello and the pizza…Schuldich lost and had to do it.

"God damn brat…I bet he rigged the dice…" Schuldich looked into Farfarello's room to see the Irishman struggling to get out of his confinement in the straight jacket. Schuldich put the food down on the ground then took out a needle. Farfarello hissed at him.

Schuldich hissed back and grabbed him by the back of the jacket, "Look I don't like this even more than you don't. Give me a break all right?"

Nagi, downstairs, started to hear crashes and bangs and loud shatters but just kept on reading his magazine. He looked up to see Schuldich almost falling down the stairs. His shirt was in tatters, his jeans were ripped and had small cuts on his arms.

"Had a hard time?.." Nagi looked at him with innocent eyes. Schuldich glared at him, "Shove it Nagi…Shove it…"

That night when Farfarello and Nagi were in bed but Schuldich couldn't sleep. He stared out the window with his hair flowing in the breeze, he closed his eyes and enjoyed it for the while…until he sneezed. He still had a slight touch of a cold since he really didn't have a good chance to recuperate as they had to fight Weiß and now that Brad went away, he didn't feel like staying inside or even laying down for that matter.