Schwarz Blitz 13

AN: **This chapter has an R rating this time**

**WARNING** ~ There is a bit of lime near the end of the chapter. Unless you're underage or don't like lime, you shouldn't read it and move on to the epilogue straight away ^_^;;

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"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!!!" Makoto shrieked above the sinister sound of her electrical energy. As she roared like a vicious feline, a Sparkling Wide Pressure formed from her hands and flew across the air.

"What the…?" Schuldig stated in surprise when he saw the electrical cyclone come towards him and Crawford. They evaded in time as the flying object zoomed past them and the other two Schwarz team members, zooming across the other side of the street. Everyone's ears could hear the low electricity crackling among what was left of the public telephone box. "Whoa," was all the German could say. They switched their gazes back to the enraged female opposite them.

"Shit," She moodily murmured Bet Crawford didn't predict this. Schuldig picked this thought up and turned to the American, informing him on what she said. Crawford merely shrugged, meaning he had no clue as what she was talking about. Well that was a change. So Oracle didn't predict events this far into the future, did he? Unless he was lying of course. To Schwarz, something was definitely up with this girl. Why was she attacking them? Shouldn't she be celebrating like Schuldig said? From looking at the bruised face of Makoto, everyone knew that she was in no mood to celebrate. In fact she was still in this little party of hers. Her version of a party included fighting and beating the shit out of people.

"What is your problem, Fraulein?" Schuldig demanded half-angrily and half-shocked. Makoto told him to shut up and charged towards him. Her fists went into a punching frenzy. Mastermind was only just able to dodge each move coming at him. Thank the heavens his agility had come to good use here but it didn't prevent the Japanese girl from stopping any more attacks towards her target. Hell she didn't care where she was hitting – just as long it hit this guy.

"Schuldig!" Nagi called to the German with concern, wondering how the hell he was going to help out. He and Farfarello drew nearer to the crazy brunette, who continued to throw kicks and punches to Schuldig's limited defence.

Crawford approached them both, ignoring the loud grunts Makoto and Schuldig were releasing through their defences and attacks. "Farfarello, Nagi, go to the car and wait there."

"Crawford-san, we don't wish to leave you here…" Prodigy began to argue disagreeably though had no choice but to discontinue his opinion when he saw the Schwarz leader stare at him warningly.

"This fight won't last any longer now," The American said. "Keep an eye on the street in case any more men come along." Hearing the second order sounded more valid and a worthwhile reason to leave the leader alone. Nagi and Farfarello sprinted away from the wide open shop window. Whoever owned this Benetton shop was in for a hard time tomorrow morning. What would the shop owner say when she finds her shop window completely smashed ajar? Crawford could only watch his German teammate tolerate the rage Makoto was demonstrating. How was he going to come in and aid Mastermind?

This kind of fight reminded Schuldig of the earlier days when they first met. Makoto was angry with him, assuming instantly that they were men who had nothing better than do than piss a lonely girl off. So why would she be at it again? She should be thanking them for the information they gave her on what Aki was up to tonight. Crawford should be the main man to thank. He was the one who saw most of the visions. This was what brought Schwarz to this area of Osaka. This was where the enemy was and where Makoto was too.

"I hate you…" Makoto huffily moaned. "You screwed me up. You…" She stopped to throw a roundhouse kick to the German's cheek, which only resulted as a light touch to the skin rather than a mighty attack that she normally could pull off on people. Her brain didn't seem to care that Schuldig's agility was helping him through his defensive moves. Her eyes almost seemed blind as she kept on attacking, not focusing in a direction properly.

Mastermind swore in German when he spotted Makoto's hand develop new electricity in her right hand. The lightning uppercut narrowly missed his chin as he ascended into the air to land a few feet away from his female opponent. What was wrong with her?

"You're more insane in the head than Farfarello is," Schuldig commented.

"It's all your fault!" Makoto yelled. "You hear me! I hate you! I HATE YOU! I hate…ahhh!!!" Her sharp green eyes suddenly opened up to a more realistic view when she saw her right hand had been caught in a strong grab. The clasp was so tight it was able to force a scream out of her. Schuldig wasn't smiling like he usually was when the playful mood was there. He was more serious than before. Wow he wasn't laughing or smiling for once. Was that a relief? Makoto wasn't sure how to respond. Her main concern was to get her hand out of his grasp.

She tried to low kick him in the ankle but like a robot it didn't seem to affect him. This bastard was being a real fighter now, wasn't he? That was what she wanted in the first place.

"Let my hand go," Makoto ordered silently. Mastermind wouldn't listen. His hand remained tightly around her wrist, slowly cutting off the blood circulation off. "Damn you, let me go!!!" Schuldig didn't say anything as he read her mind. What the hell? He was seeing red in her. The desire to fight and injure was clearly visual, which Schuldig didn't mind obviously. But it seemed to be taken over by the anger. There was another sort of desire though. Desire for revenge. Now he could see where she was coming from. She wanted a fair fight against him. Seemed the teasing got to her a little too much.

"Is that all you're mad about?" Schuldig asked /You don't have to be all serious about that, Fraulein/.

"Man, you don't get it, Schuldig!" Makoto shrieked, not letting a wince take over her body. Her anger was making him crush her hand more each minute. "I almost got killed tonight. I've got every right to be fucking mad!!!!!! Your teasing over the week made me get into this mess!" She clumsily pulled her left arm into a punch to aim for the German man's shoulder but the bullet from the previous minute was still in place and she dragged it back to her hip.

"Not in good shape, are you?" Mastermind noticed. Was that humour in his voice? Now she was more likely to be angrier with him than ever if he decided to restart his teasing on her. She was about to reply when he interrupted. "I mean it, Makoto. Shouldn't have tried to punch with that arm if you knew it was injured."

"Dammit I forgot, ok?!" She said impolitely. "Look let me go, man. Please…" Her head bowed down until the top of her brown head came in front of Schuldig's face. "Just…I can't take this…" She sniffed quietly, much to the surprise of the telepath. Why was she crying out of the blue? Gott, this girl is upset. Guess she has a point… Schuldig thought. How could tears ruin a beautiful face? It didn't suit her. Who could blame her for crying? She had gone through so much tonight from being beaten by those guys (including Farfarello stabbing her though it wasn't meant to be that convincingly painful) and by the bitch called Aki.

"Fraulein," Schuldig said, "I didn't expect this much violence to happen to you. I…"

"As if you give a fuck," Makoto remarked. "First you tease me like hell to make me think insanely then the next day you act all nice and tell me that Aki is up to something. Jeez, what is up with you men?" Her face lifted upwards to reveal the bruises that had become stained with her tears. "And what do I get as another present of yours? A brutal beating." She wiped her eyes dry then shut them briefly in a focused trance. Schuldig knew what was coming. She was going to use her electricity again. It was her solution to escape from him. But she was tired, wasn't she? It was beautiful to be brave like that however he was concerned about her condition. Hell like SHE gave fuck about herself he thought.

"AHHHHH!!!!!!!" Makoto was charging her electricity a lot longer. She wanted to make this Supreme Thunder larger than her normal one. This was going to be aimed at the orange haired bastard standing in front of her. It was going to be one hell of a shock. "SUPREME…" Get ready to jump Schuldig told himself, observing the bright blue currents vibrating against his hand. He could see the former Senshi side coming out. So this was how Sailor Jupiter fought in battle. The beauty was there and so was the strength of a fighter. She was one heck of a woman. "…THUNDE...AHH!" Makoto's voice was cut off unexpectedly. Schuldig darted his eyes behind her and saw the reason for her interruption. Crawford had decided to forget about being annoyed by the German on general occasions and give him a helping hand. He was in a kneeling position and his arm had outstretched across Makoto's abdomen.

"Ow…that really hurt." The electricity forming from Makoto disappeared and her body gently collapsed. Schuldig automatically released his hand off her wrist and pulled her unconscious form in his arms. Her face leaned closely into the folds of his jacket.

"I had to make sure the time was right to attempt a sneak attack," Crawford explained. "The vision I had of her using her power on you was very faint."

"Well, at least you got her to stop going crazy," Schuldig replied. "Vielen Dank." Sirens blasted down the empty road. That could only mean the police. They must have found Mr Honda's dead body and were on the way to find the corpse of his daughter. Remaining soldiers who worked for Mr Honda must have called the police up to inform them of the murders. Mastermind and Oracle had to make their getaway right now. Their transport was waiting for them in a darker end of the road and they didn't waste time escaping, in time to avoid being seen by the incoming policemen who had arrived at the broken window of the clothes shop.

Crawford took the steering wheel and started to drive speedily in the jeep.

"What do we do about the police?" Nagi asked the leader.

"Schuldig will deal with that," Crawford answered, his eyes peering through the mirror to look at the passenger seat, which was occupied by Schuldig and Nagi. Schuldig only muttered a simple 'uh-huh' in his seat to confirm his reply to accept Crawford's task. Farfarello turned around in his seat to see the fiery haired German keeping his eyes on the sleeping girl leaning on his shoulders. The eyebrow above his one amber eye rose curiously before he pivoted back to the front and watched the road. Schuldig liked looking at that girl, didn't he?

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Nagi used his telekinesis power to clear away the messy couch, making it free for Schuldig to place Makoto down on the furniture in a sitting position, her head leaning back.

"Let's clean this young Fraulein up, shall we?" He suggested appropriately. Nagi came in with a first aid kit that he found in the kitchen and sat by the German, taking out all sorts of bandages and plasters. The bottom of Makoto's cotton shirt was torn up on the back and front, clearly displaying the deep cuts on the lower back and front abdomen. This cleaning up routine may take a while.

"Do you think it's wise to…?" Turning Makoto's back around, Nagi's blue eyes gazed to the shirt dangling from underneath the short leather jacket.

Schuldig laughed, knowing what the boy was thinking. "Nagi, she's out cold. She won't notice anything." Prodigy was too embarrassed to say it. Demonstrating the fact he was unaffected by *any* embarrassment at all, Schuldig didn't say a word as he removed the leather jacket off the Japanese girl. The bloodstain from the bullet wound had sieved into the T-shirt to give the garment a more crimson shade to the purple coloured material. It was a relief that Crawford was able to hit her in a weak spot on her body, enabling her to lose consciousness in a matter of seconds. This work would be easier if she was asleep. If she were awake, Makoto would still be mad in the head and demand that nobody touched her; even if it was to help her injuries. She was so damn sensitive in her mind and body.

Nagi's face flew into a startled expression when Schuldig unbuttoned the purple shirt and took it off the girl who was sitting in between them. He could tell Mastermind was enjoying this job.

"Hey, hey you're becoming a man already, Nagi," Schuldig teased and watched the young Japanese boy flush a little. "You'll get used to it. Be thankful that this female is pretty. You can let your imagination flow freely." He winked and gazed down at the now half-exposed figure in front of him. Well he had to admit, the black satin bra she had on was very alluring but his seriousness on removing the bullet from her shoulder took control in his mind. Since she wasn't awake, taking out the bullet with tweezers were hassle-free and there was no screaming or complaining from the patient.

The scars on the lower abdomen were in the way of her truly smooth skin. At the moment everywhere felt rough and unclean. Nagi used special cream to handle the wound on the lower back. It didn't seem to be as unsightly as the front injury. If Aki hadn't have scratched Makoto across the stomach, Schuldig wouldn't have to spend longer time working on that part of the body. Farfarello's piercing did go through her, yes, but it was meant to be healable. Aki just happened to ruin it and make the wound worse.

That bitch Aki got what she deserved Schuldig thought Nobody should have hurt Makoto like that. She's mine. After placing a plaster onto Makoto's abdomen, the German lifted her sleepy head to start on the bruises. He knew someone had stamped on her cheek. A shoe mark was just about distinguishable on the facial skin. Makoto must have spat some blood out after getting a foot on her face. It was natural for someone like her to do such an act. Tasting your own blood only made you fight more and increased the aggression inside of you.

/Schuldig, you're quiet tonight/ Nagi said.

/Tch, you noticed, ja?/ The orange-haired German used a clean cloth to wipe Makoto's cheeks.

Prodigy smiled lightly /You like her a lot, don't you? Everyone knows. Even Crawford/. Schuldig snorted with a giggle and mentioned that Oracle liked as well. He just had an unusual way of showing it. It wasn't in the desirable fashion that Mastermind had developed. It was in the way of a 'Yeah, she's pretty' statement. The appeal towards the opposite gender didn't sound as intriguing in this sort of comment. Schuldig, on the other hand, was the only one who loved to torment her. And this was what she got as a result. Was she right on him getting her into this mess? Maybe it was Crawford who was to blame the most. But it sounded inappropriate to blame the leader.

He had plenty of respect among his teammates. Schuldig would disagree with Crawford being the blame. He himself would gladly say it was his fault. He made fun of her in the first place and should be the accused one, shouldn't he?

"Yeah I like her. She's different in my eyes," Schuldig stated happily, looked down at Makoto and pulled a strand of hair out of her face. The bruises would be gone and so would the scars. She'll be in for another surprise tomorrow morning. "Aggression makes mind-reading delightful. Most of the females I read are damn hideous and full of crap."

"How is she?" Crawford came into the living room after putting Farfarello in his usual sleeping area, which was to be chained upside down in his straitjacket. His eyebrows spontaneously arced into a curious expression when he saw the half-naked female figure lying on the couch.

"Whoa there, Crawford, don't get too carried away with the sight," Schuldig joked. The comment was meant to be humorous, in the same way he spoke to Nagi-kun a minute ago. His victim was intriguing everyone in the room. Hold on. Was it still okay to say victim? It was more of his fantasy than a victim. He loved imagining fight scenes with her. Even Makoto herself thought of being in fights of her own, which made the mind reading twice as amusing for Schuldig.

"Get some sleep, Mastermind," Crawford commanded strictly. "We'll have to deal with the police tomorrow."

"Sounds fine to me," Schuldig answered. Oracle and Prodigy left the telepath alone to head towards their rooms. It was hard to notice how the night had gone by so quickly. There was a mixture of fun and brutality tonight. Schuldig wasn't sure whether to be amused or not by any of the events that had happened. Makoto had eliminated her target and Schwarz had dealt with theirs without any problems at all. The remaining job to do was to cover up the murders. How was the Japanese girl going to cope now after murdering someone for the first time? She was alone in this life. Schuldig didn't mean to let the sympathy wash over him. He was part of Schwarz.

He decided to take the sleeping beauty with him to his room. It would be nice to give the girl a nice 'Guten Morgen' as soon as she opened her eyes in a few hours time. The mattress didn't make any sound at all when he gently dropped Makoto onto the huge bed. Her head didn't appear to be in a comfortable position and Schuldig realised it was her ponytail that was causing this. Who cared if she could feel him putting her hair down? Schuldig was doing a favour to give her a good night sleep.

He took off his headband and sunglasses off his head and leaned over the sleeping Japanese girl, touching her forehead with the back of his hand. The softness towards the former Sailor Senshi of Thunder made him smile helplessly while he went into her sleeping mind. He could see why people respected her. She was a protective guardian, wasn't she? Even that Queen said so. Sailor Jupiter served her well in the past, it seemed. Oh damn I forgot Schuldig exited from her mind to get back into reality. He had to put a shirt on her. She would go into a tantrum if she realised that her shirt was still in the living room. Thinking quickly, Mastermind placed her into his jacket. It was better than nothing and he would be happy to explain to her what he and Nagi had done to her injuries once she woke up. Smiling satisfyingly, he turned around to make his way into the bathroom to freshen himself up.

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Makoto's eyelids slowly opened and she found herself in a room that was barely recognisable. This wasn't her apartment. That was clear to see in the dark. Why did her body feel so rough and heavy? What was the material surrounding her? She sat up from the bed and felt her body. Was this leather?! Since when did she wear leather to bed? That was not like her. Her instincts ordered her to check her full physique right away. Her purple shirt wasn't on. Someone had taken off her shirt for fuck's sake.

Who dared do that? She wanted to punch that person now. From examining her body, Makoto noticed that the bullet was gone and a plaster was on the left shoulder. Her abdomen also had plasters on too. This meant something else too. The pain was gone. She felt…normal again. In other words she was back to full health (hopefully). Someone let my hair down as well. No wonder my head felt comfortable Makoto thought in surprise and jumped out of bed to check her reflection in the full-view mirror that stood on the wall. So her mind wasn't playing tricks. Curiosity dug into her skin and insisted that she removed the plasters off her wounds. Taking the tape off hurt briefly but it was easy to take the plaster off without further problems.

Wow whoever put this on her did a good job. The scars didn't seem as big as before. No traces of bloodstains could be seen on any other part of her body. The bruises didn't hurt and had lightened in terms of blackness. This was a miracle. An angel had saved her, didn't it? But why would an angel bring her here to his unknown place? Who lived here? Makoto rubbed her eyes while she looked more closely at her reflection, namely the leather jacket she was given. It looked oddly familiar. It then didn't take her three guesses to realise whose clothing it was. This was Schuldig's jacket.

Damn she was starting to smell of him too. Various scenarios played in her mind of what the German Bishounen had done to her tonight. Was he the one to have stripped her of her clothes? Apart from feeling nervous, the thought of having a man observing her body without permission made her worried as well as extremely angry. She was in good shape to make a getaway. It would be a piece of cake to leave through the door without any noise. I should get out of here while I still can Makoto decided.

"Surely you don't intend to leave in *my* jacket," Schuldig's voice rang in her ears and through the mirror Makoto saw him hovering behind her back.

"Did you do this?" She questioned about her new 'exposed' look.

"I had no choice," Schuldig explained, understanding what she meant. "Don't worry though. I didn't do anything *harmful* to you." His hand fondled her wavy brunette strands, looking in the same direction as her reflection. "Why do you want to leave? You should be sleeping, ja? Someone like you deserves rest."

"Excuse me, German but you're not my parent," Makoto barked, frowning out of the blue when she found his hands turning her around to face him in the flesh. She couldn't help reacting like that because he wasn't wearing anything except a pair of shorts. His orange hair was also naturally flowing around his shoulders. He looked like another man without the headband and sunglasses perching on top of his head. Desire travelled into her veins as she looked at him.

"Makoto, don't hide yourself from me," Schuldig encouraged. "I know you want some fun. Your mind is asking for it." His hands trailed down from her cheeks, neck and downward to her hips. She wasn't aware that his fingers were playing with the lower part of his jacket lapels, almost exposing her bare physique. "I didn't think my favourite coat looked good on you, Fraulein." Makoto couldn't resist the strokes his fingers were giving to her neck. His breath felt so warm as he whispered to her in her ear. "You don't want to be alone, do you?"

She wasn't able to say anything to him. How could she talk when his right hand had moved underneath and begun to caress her back? His question repeated over and over in her brain. Did she want to be alone or not? Hey she was used to it. She could take care of herself in one apartment with or without the presence of her Sailor Senshi team. They were friends yeah but when it came to living in a home, she could do it without their help. However from Schuldig's point of view, it seemed he meant having the company of a guy. Was she in the mood for a Bishounen like him to take away the loneliness?

Makoto gulped, unsure on how to reply Well he isn't so bad…is he?. Schuldig voluntarily unfastened the belt holding her combat trousers up and watched it fall from her waist. Makoto's brain wasn't functioning in time to see she was panting in a nervous rhythm. Desire had overpowered her this time and she didn't know about being able to control it.

/Sleep with me, Makoto/ His voice reiterated in her brain. This guy was stronger than she was when it came to the mind. She couldn't fight his mind manipulation. And her strange attraction towards a Bishounen like him over the past days was making her weaker by the minute. Within a blink of an eye, Schuldig had whisked the leather coat off the puzzled Japanese girl and at once took her to the huge bed awaiting them.

M-my head. It's hurting me Makoto felt so wheezy while she lay on the mattress. Schuldig's face leaned closer to hers and long orange strands tickled across her chest as he looked over her. Their eyes locked into each other. He *was* gorgeous. How could she not pay attention to his looks? Anger from being teased was all that went into her head and the appeal from his looks kept deteriorating each time they met. Then she realised that he was playing with her thoughts again. This time, however, he seemed to be overpowering her a lot more than usual and Makoto knew she wasn't able to fight him tonight.

Grinning seductively, Schuldig lifted her body up to search for the clasp of her bra behind her back and tore it away instantly. Makoto's hands seemed to automatically reach out and stroke Schuldig's chest and back. The girl's feminine fingers that were normally used for fighting had taken a softer path this time. They glided through Schuldig's hair as he laid her down again and planted a shower of short kisses to the crevice of her breasts. She groaned delightfully. Scratches from all ten fingers sent a tiny growl out of Schuldig's throat though he found very enticing from someone who was aggressive and beautiful like Makoto. She was nearly more fun loving as he was.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Schuldig asked her while gently massaging her stomach and the roundness of her rear. Makoto knew he would get it sooner or later from reading her thoughts and memories. Of course she had done this before. It was just long ago that's all.

"How about we go for the real thing?" An amusingly horny tone could be detected in his voice and it was making Makoto feel lots of pleasure.

"D-do what you have to do," Makoto answered I-I can't fight him. His power is too strong. He wants me…and I want him. D-don't wanna be lonely.

/There, there Makoto. Let me take care of you/ Schuldig smiled with assurance then heavily kissing her lips in deeper passion. She hadn't been like this with a man for a long time and the desirable side had been unleashed, thanks to Schuldig. She had proven she didn't want to be lonely. And the telepath was there for her. They were prepared for a long night of bliss.

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"Ohayo, Crawford-san," Nagi greeted to the American as he came into the kitchen with a newspaper folded underneath his arm. Breakfast couldn't be anymore traditional than eggs on toast. Crawford had come back from buying the newspaper in the supermarket and to check what the police were up to in the morning. It looked like the investigation was still underway and they had considered this to be a murder case. Mr Honda could have become another Takatori Reiji if he had too much on his hands. And Estet didn't want that happening again. His daughter Aki could have become an extremely corrupted businesswoman once she and her father took over places such as Estet or Rosenkrueß.

"I've already fed Farfarello his breakfast," Nagi said to the Schwarz leader. Crawford nodded as he sat by the dining table and ate his piece of toast behind the ruffling pages of his newspaper. He spotted the young Japanese boy turning his head towards Schuldig's room then to the empty couch in the living room. Only Makoto's shirt lay on the leather furniture, which meant one obvious aspect.

"I know what went on last night," Crawford broke the silence, shaking his head and laughing a little.

TBC. Oh hell it's the epilogue next. Just press the forward button and start reading, people.