Author's note: /disclaimers/ I can't resist not to create this story, because I'm bored out of my wits! I think I even cleaned our living room just to do something... anyway, I hope you'll read this and after that, tell me what you think by giving me a review. I think after this chapter, I will construct a much proper way of giving the plot out. ^-^ Thanks for planning to read this fanfic, and I hope you'll continue until the last line. ^-^ Thanks thanks thanks.
[- ... -] - telepathy/thoughts that needed to be heard.
shonen-ai = Schu/Brad
Blind obsession
A loud beep interrupted the tranquility of the room. The long figure, (which obviously belongs to Brad) on the couch grunted and buried its black-crowned head under the pillow. Another beep followed, and another until the figure bolted from the couch, grabbed his glasses, and got ready to ram the beeping thing into the trash can.
But apparently, the beeping thing was the telephone, and the number identifier, which Nagi created, said: Takatori Reiji.
No stress reliever for the day. Sigh. Work.
"Yes?" Brad said in his most professional and suave voice.
The caller didn't even bother to ask who the receiver was, because he was the bastard Takatori. Of course. "You've got an assignment, Schwarz: tomorrow, five o'clock SHARP in the afternoon in my office, in your most respectable clothes and with your most decent personality, because you are all going to guard me in the gathering tomorrow at six o'clock in the Tokyo meeting hall. No objections, good. Don't be late, or you'll get -"
"We understood. Tomorrow at five o'clock then," Brad said, his eyes drooping. He glimpsed at the clock and found out that it was only three o'clock in the morning. Great.
"Yes, tomorrow. Don't disappoint me," a loud bang followed. Brad yawned, grimacing in annoyance. Irrespectable jerk. He'll die young, Crawford predicted.
[- Who'll die young? -] mental smirk.
[- It'll be you if you messed with my mind again, and if you don't leave my room right this moment. -] Brad lay on the couch, taking off his glasses, massaging his temples. Schuldich had locked himself in Brad's room, with the keys, just because Brad didn't permit him to go to the club this night. And that is the reason why Crawford was sleeping on the living room couch. (Duh?)
[- Ooo... I'm scared. Hmm, I didn't know you loved teddy bears, Brad... That's so cute... -] mental cackle. mental smirk. mental whatever.
[- That's my first victim's remembrance to me. -] the Oracle's brow knitted in annoyance. This guy's giving me a headache, he thought.
[- What a nice excuse, Bradley. If I only get a tour in your head, I'll soon find out what that teddy bear is... -] a tingle in Brad's mental shields. [- Or maybe you're planning to give it to me on Valentine's, Crawffy. Come on, give it up. It's no use to be so innocent. -]
[- Shut up. I don't like to waste my money. Now, go out, we have got an assignment from Takatori. -] Brad formed a mental wall, and Schuldich has got no choice but to get out of the room and hear the details live from Brad.
"Damned stick-in-the-ass..." Schuldich opened their leader's closet and flipped on the hangers. Nothing but different colors of coats and pants. Still persistent to annoy Brad, he opened the drawer, only to find socks, and other things you find in a man's drawer (ehem). The redhead sighed, slamming the drawers shut, staring at the back of Brad's door, where a neatly pressed black coat and black pants were on the hangers. Schuldich smirked and tapped his fingers on his hips gleefully. "This will do good..."
Brad folded the long sleeves of his white polo and brushed his hair back before knocking on the Prodigy's door. There was absolutely no time for tantrums, so, without hesitating, Brad knocked, or rather, banged on the door, loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood up.
The Oracle waited as sounds of scraping and rustles were heard inside. Then, the door opened slowly and... there was Nagi, sitting on his bed, his eyes wide with his hands extended, which only meant one thing -
"Ah!" Brad was slammed on the wall, causing the wall to dent for the nth time in his life in this house. "Nagi! I order you to stop NOW!"
A small scream erupted from the smaller guy's lips. "@#$%^&*-+{|]~`@!! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
"Nagi! I have a report for our mission, dammit!" Brad winced.
Nagi blinked his droopy eyes and lowered his hands unmindingly. And so, their leader fell on his buttocks, the act causing the floor to vibrate. Brad promised himself not to interrupt their 'little' Nagi in his sleep next time. NEVER again.
"Okay," Nagi said and yawned widely.
"Hee Hee Hee!" cackles from below.
"Crawffy... lookie, lookiiee! Isn't it good on me?" Schuldig said in a singsong, which made Brad turn and look at his associate. He was wearing the black coat and pants, which were loose on him, and the coat was hanging on his slightly smaller shoulders than Brad. In effect, Schuldich removed his headband, and was grinning until his lips extended to his ear. (Exaggerate, exaggerate.)
"Schuldich! What have you done to my new wardrobe! Remove it, I don't want your sweat and other stink remain in my clothes!" When the redhead started to do poses, Brad exploded. "Schuldich, if you don't remove that, you're forever locked in this house! No clubbings, no bar hoppings! No flirtingggggggs!!"
Schuldich flipped his hair and pouted. "You're just jealous, Crawffy." Then he stalked to his room, and slammed it shut.
"Hurt God, hurt God, hurt God!!" Farfarello chanted happily behind Brad. He began small claps and started to sing those happy-happy songs from Blue's clues.
"AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! M*****f*****! Farfiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Schuldich opened his door only in his pants and doodled the wet green double-breasted blazer in front of him. "Farfie pissed on my blazeeeeeeerrr! You're DEAD Farfarello! Come here, Farfie, here's a new kniiiiiiifffffe!"
"Pissing not on the toilet hurts god, hee HEE HEE!" Farfarello cackled and licked his knife double time. "Hurt God, hurt God, hurt God!"
Brad gritted his teeth and knitted his brows in anger when Schuldich passed him, running to Farfarello, who was already trotting around the house. On his side, he saw Nagi already sleeping on his bed once again. A nerve appeared on Crawford's temple.
"A nice, nice morning at three o'clock. Calm down, calm down," Brad muttered.
"Farfie, come here, I'm not gonna hurt you! Just some stress-relieving pouncings!" Schuldich screamed insanely, as he ran to Farfarello who was licking his knife while skipping happily. And then Farf tripped (the knife, the knife!!) and Schu went on top of him and beat him, yet Farf still cackles due to his painlessness.
What about then report on their assignment? Totally forgotten by --
"BEREADYTODAYATFIVEO'CLOCKINTHEAFTERNOONNOOBJECTIONS! SHUT UP AND GIVE ME SLEEP!" Brad stalked angrily to his room, slamming it shut.
A nice morning in the Schwarz residence. A TYPICAL happy morning.
"GIMME SLEEEEEEP!" Brad screamed under the pillow.
To be continued...
Author's note: Please review, thank you! Violent reactions about the nickname of Crawford? Is Crawffy alright? Well, since he liked coffee, eh? ^-^ nevermind. Please review! Thanks! finished: 9:22 PM 2/9/03 edited: 9:35 AM 2/10/03
[- ... -] - telepathy/thoughts that needed to be heard.
shonen-ai = Schu/Brad
Blind obsession
A loud beep interrupted the tranquility of the room. The long figure, (which obviously belongs to Brad) on the couch grunted and buried its black-crowned head under the pillow. Another beep followed, and another until the figure bolted from the couch, grabbed his glasses, and got ready to ram the beeping thing into the trash can.
But apparently, the beeping thing was the telephone, and the number identifier, which Nagi created, said: Takatori Reiji.
No stress reliever for the day. Sigh. Work.
"Yes?" Brad said in his most professional and suave voice.
The caller didn't even bother to ask who the receiver was, because he was the bastard Takatori. Of course. "You've got an assignment, Schwarz: tomorrow, five o'clock SHARP in the afternoon in my office, in your most respectable clothes and with your most decent personality, because you are all going to guard me in the gathering tomorrow at six o'clock in the Tokyo meeting hall. No objections, good. Don't be late, or you'll get -"
"We understood. Tomorrow at five o'clock then," Brad said, his eyes drooping. He glimpsed at the clock and found out that it was only three o'clock in the morning. Great.
"Yes, tomorrow. Don't disappoint me," a loud bang followed. Brad yawned, grimacing in annoyance. Irrespectable jerk. He'll die young, Crawford predicted.
[- Who'll die young? -] mental smirk.
[- It'll be you if you messed with my mind again, and if you don't leave my room right this moment. -] Brad lay on the couch, taking off his glasses, massaging his temples. Schuldich had locked himself in Brad's room, with the keys, just because Brad didn't permit him to go to the club this night. And that is the reason why Crawford was sleeping on the living room couch. (Duh?)
[- Ooo... I'm scared. Hmm, I didn't know you loved teddy bears, Brad... That's so cute... -] mental cackle. mental smirk. mental whatever.
[- That's my first victim's remembrance to me. -] the Oracle's brow knitted in annoyance. This guy's giving me a headache, he thought.
[- What a nice excuse, Bradley. If I only get a tour in your head, I'll soon find out what that teddy bear is... -] a tingle in Brad's mental shields. [- Or maybe you're planning to give it to me on Valentine's, Crawffy. Come on, give it up. It's no use to be so innocent. -]
[- Shut up. I don't like to waste my money. Now, go out, we have got an assignment from Takatori. -] Brad formed a mental wall, and Schuldich has got no choice but to get out of the room and hear the details live from Brad.
"Damned stick-in-the-ass..." Schuldich opened their leader's closet and flipped on the hangers. Nothing but different colors of coats and pants. Still persistent to annoy Brad, he opened the drawer, only to find socks, and other things you find in a man's drawer (ehem). The redhead sighed, slamming the drawers shut, staring at the back of Brad's door, where a neatly pressed black coat and black pants were on the hangers. Schuldich smirked and tapped his fingers on his hips gleefully. "This will do good..."
Brad folded the long sleeves of his white polo and brushed his hair back before knocking on the Prodigy's door. There was absolutely no time for tantrums, so, without hesitating, Brad knocked, or rather, banged on the door, loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood up.
The Oracle waited as sounds of scraping and rustles were heard inside. Then, the door opened slowly and... there was Nagi, sitting on his bed, his eyes wide with his hands extended, which only meant one thing -
"Ah!" Brad was slammed on the wall, causing the wall to dent for the nth time in his life in this house. "Nagi! I order you to stop NOW!"
A small scream erupted from the smaller guy's lips. "@#$%^&*-+{|]~`@!! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
"Nagi! I have a report for our mission, dammit!" Brad winced.
Nagi blinked his droopy eyes and lowered his hands unmindingly. And so, their leader fell on his buttocks, the act causing the floor to vibrate. Brad promised himself not to interrupt their 'little' Nagi in his sleep next time. NEVER again.
"Okay," Nagi said and yawned widely.
"Hee Hee Hee!" cackles from below.
"Crawffy... lookie, lookiiee! Isn't it good on me?" Schuldig said in a singsong, which made Brad turn and look at his associate. He was wearing the black coat and pants, which were loose on him, and the coat was hanging on his slightly smaller shoulders than Brad. In effect, Schuldich removed his headband, and was grinning until his lips extended to his ear. (Exaggerate, exaggerate.)
"Schuldich! What have you done to my new wardrobe! Remove it, I don't want your sweat and other stink remain in my clothes!" When the redhead started to do poses, Brad exploded. "Schuldich, if you don't remove that, you're forever locked in this house! No clubbings, no bar hoppings! No flirtingggggggs!!"
Schuldich flipped his hair and pouted. "You're just jealous, Crawffy." Then he stalked to his room, and slammed it shut.
"Hurt God, hurt God, hurt God!!" Farfarello chanted happily behind Brad. He began small claps and started to sing those happy-happy songs from Blue's clues.
"AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! M*****f*****! Farfiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Schuldich opened his door only in his pants and doodled the wet green double-breasted blazer in front of him. "Farfie pissed on my blazeeeeeeerrr! You're DEAD Farfarello! Come here, Farfie, here's a new kniiiiiiifffffe!"
"Pissing not on the toilet hurts god, hee HEE HEE!" Farfarello cackled and licked his knife double time. "Hurt God, hurt God, hurt God!"
Brad gritted his teeth and knitted his brows in anger when Schuldich passed him, running to Farfarello, who was already trotting around the house. On his side, he saw Nagi already sleeping on his bed once again. A nerve appeared on Crawford's temple.
"A nice, nice morning at three o'clock. Calm down, calm down," Brad muttered.
"Farfie, come here, I'm not gonna hurt you! Just some stress-relieving pouncings!" Schuldich screamed insanely, as he ran to Farfarello who was licking his knife while skipping happily. And then Farf tripped (the knife, the knife!!) and Schu went on top of him and beat him, yet Farf still cackles due to his painlessness.
What about then report on their assignment? Totally forgotten by --
"BEREADYTODAYATFIVEO'CLOCKINTHEAFTERNOONNOOBJECTIONS! SHUT UP AND GIVE ME SLEEP!" Brad stalked angrily to his room, slamming it shut.
A nice morning in the Schwarz residence. A TYPICAL happy morning.
"GIMME SLEEEEEEP!" Brad screamed under the pillow.
To be continued...
Author's note: Please review, thank you! Violent reactions about the nickname of Crawford? Is Crawffy alright? Well, since he liked coffee, eh? ^-^ nevermind. Please review! Thanks! finished: 9:22 PM 2/9/03 edited: 9:35 AM 2/10/03