Author's note: Thanks for all the reviews! mwaaah! Well probably boredom can create some things which are... not so good and not so bad... /disclaimers/ pweeze read and review! thanks for planning to read this chapter, and I hope you'll read until the very last word. thanks!
[- belch, blah -] = telepathy/thoughts needed to be heard by a telepath
\blah blah\ = thoughts
Blind Obsession
At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the tranquility was spread throughout the house, almost the ticking of the clock is the only thing heard in the house. Yet of course, the cause of this must have a serious explanation, for it would be very impossible to keep four, or rather three (excluding Nagi, who's always daydreaming of computers, J-rock stars, Tot, Tot, computers... have I already said Tot?) hyperactive human beings quiet in one house. The silence was caused by the four members of Schwarz' concentration on preparing themselves for Takatori's mission, which is, to guard him in the formal gathering. Every room was locked, and only when you put your ear on the door, you would hear slight sounds of fabrics rubbing on each other.
To cut the long story short, they were dressing and preparing themselves.
Since Schuldich ruined Brad's prepared wardrobe (he had already foreseen that they would be using formal suits the other day), he was in a state of panic on deciding what to wear. He had plenty of suits, but he wanted something very respective and at the same time elegant, the type of the ruined wardrobe. (talk about vain people ^-^;;) So he opened his one mile long closet (exaggerate, exaggerate) and flipped through the hangers. There were black, white, grey, navy blue, brown, dark red (etc. etc.) colors of jackets and pants and ties, but it was SO hard to decide!
'Schuldich, I hate you' Brad thought, letting his shields drop momentarily, making sure that his accomplice heard it. And surely, the telepath did.
[- And it wasn't purely my fault, Crawffy. If you just let me go out to party, then it wouldn't be like this. Beh. -] Schuldich stuck out his tongue mentally. (is that possible?) But Crawford had suddenly shot up his shields and he heard nothing of Schuldich's reply.
So, Brad was in a VERY serious dilemma. Glancing at the clock, and discovering it was three thirty, he picked out a deep red jacket, a pair of near black red pants, black long sleeves, red tie and the formal black leather shoes, hastily putting it on himself.
Meanwhile, Schuldich wasn't in a bad situation, actually he was enjoying it. His green double-breasted blazer was spinning in the basement laundry machine, and he didn't mind that. He was wearing a black thigh-long coat, black turtleneck and black pants, which largely emphasized his flaming hair. Giving the mirror a smirk, he decided that Brad would AWFULLY love his appearance this night, and to polish his look, the Mastermind removed his headband, and gave one last smirk to the mirror before going to the basement to get his blazer.
Nagi... was, well... wearing white and grey, not really caring when he picked it out. Currently, he was surfing the net to find a product which may produce a clone of one's self, so he could get out of what he termed as 'ugly' world of Schwarz and enjoy himself outside...
And lastly, Farfarello. He was actually ready, sitting on the living room couch and flipping a knife on his fingers. He was wearing a black close-neck button-down suit, having white buttons which reached to the half of his thighs; white pair of pants and white formal shoes. Nobody knew where he kept those kinds of formal suits, but who cares? He just looks good. (sorry for the bias opinion. I can't help it! ^-^;;)
Schuldich, after getting his blazer, went to the living room to wait for their o-holy leader. Spotting Farfarello, he double take, hesitated, but sensing the calm mind of the Berserker, he went beside the psycho and smirked.
"Where did you steal that outfit, eh, Farfie?" Schuldich asked, extending his hand on the frame of the couch, resting it slightly on Farfarello's back.
Only the sound of the knife going up and down Farfie's hand was heard. Then a grunt. Then Farfie thought hard, and saying, hesitating at first, that, "I bought this in a store months ago. God might be so happy now..." Farfarello sobbed a bit and hacked the flesh of his palm. "Hurt god! Hurt god!! YIYIYIYIYIYIYI!" Then he licked the blood and smiled evilly at himself.
The Mastermind shook his head, and turned the TV on to entertain himself while waiting for their great leader. \Why is he taking that long?\ Schuldich smiled to himself. \Maybe overly preparing to imply something to me... Hmm... I wonder if he has already seen us side by side on the bed?\
All of a sudden, a blur of grey and white crossed the room, setting itself on the adjacent chair, levitating. The figure rested its hand on the chair and closed his eyes, while crossing his legs.
[- Igan, what nice monotonous suit that is. Takatori will be so impressed. -] Schuldich's voice was literally dripping with sarcasm. Nagi's eyes suddenly shot up and glared at the redhead incredulously.
"And who the demon whispered that stupid nickname in your mind?" Nagi's eyes were bulging from its sockets while Schuldich laughed.
[- My overly active mind generated it, chibi. You better shut your mouth now, neh? our great leader doesn't want a rude attitude for tonight, Igan... -] Schuldich smirked and mocked Nagi with his soundless laughing.
"STOP CALLING ME BY THAT M*****F****** NAME! DAMN YOU!" Nagi screamed and let some various objects float in the air, ready to strike the Mastermind's face. Farfarello was laughing in glee, the flipping of his knife going faster and faster in euphoria. He chanted 'hurt god hurt god' repeatedly until a loud bang erupted from somewhere in their rooms.
But apparently, it was Brad's door. He was standing on the entrance of the living room, arms akimbo, his glasses glaring by the light and his mere presence menacing. His eyes darted from Schuldich, and shortly, to Nagi, who was furiously red. The floating objects went to their proper areas of position.
The clock said it was already four thirty.
[- Time to go, Crawffy. -] Schuldich said at Crawford, knowing that the Oracle was starting to gather up nerves for a lecture. Then, Brad massaged his temple and sighed in defeat. They were really going now.
Soon, they were riding in Schuldich's white convertible sports car (So if any trouble may come their way, it's okay, because it's Schu's car. Brad's perceptive.) Nagi was still glaring daggers at Schuldich, who in turn was whistling and pretending to be innocent. Farfarello was edgy and uncomfortable, having his pockets, belt, and even mouth empty of any knife or sharp objects. He was staring outside quietly, to the satisfaction of Crawford, who was driving the car.
They arrived at Takatori's office at the planned hour. And then they drove to the Tokyo hall, trotting behind the great bastard Reiji Takatori, and they were acting as the most responsible of all bodyguards. The program started at six o'clock sharp. And they were standing like true bodyguards in their elegant suits in every part of the room, wearing the earphones which made them connected. However, Schuldich wasn't bothering to use his, because it would be foolish to do so with his telephatic powers.
[- Crawffy, this is so freaking boring. Come on, admit it! Too many old geezers... Haven't they heard of a proper 'gathering'? -] Schuldich whined in Brad's head.
[- Too much of whining, Schuldich. You better keep to your position and be silent. If Takatori spots a single flaw in our actions, we're definitely saying goodbye. -] Brad replied bitterly, shifting his weight on his right foot. It was getting really tiring to stand everyday.
[- But that's better, Bradley! Kick us out, and we're happy! Isn't that what you wanted? Crawffy... Or maybe you just have something to keep me out of your mind? Hmm.. how about tonight? In some fancy ho-tel? Or my ro-oom? -] Schuldich donned his famous Cheshire grin as Brad's face turned red as his tie. [- Brad, I know YOUR train of thoughts... -]
Brad shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. This German can be VERY taunting and seductive at the same time... \Damn, is his telepathy that improved that he can evade my mental shields?\ Brad shook his head to get the questions out of his head and focus on the purpose of their coming there. He could see from his post that Nagi was obediently fulfilling his duty, scanning the crowd, then glancing at Takatori's seat time to time. Farfarello, on the other hand, was still feeling helpless and awkward from his weapons' absence. Brad told the Berserker a while ago that he would provide the knives and any weapon if necessary. The Oracle can feel the bulge of weapons in his jacket's pocket. Then, Schuldich... he was still grinning at Crawford rather sensually.
Schuldich grinned one more time at their leader, then finally broke it to search for a particular mind which can temporarily fulfill the void of boredom in him. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The majority of the thoughts in the crowd was monotonous and boring, but one caught his attention. Not only its mind, also the way that person glance at the corners of the hall. Schuldich smirked and opened his eyes, catching a small ash-blonde haired girl who seemed to be a daughter of an official in the gathering. Soon, Schuldich found out that she was twenty-two years old, daughter of a senator, and from the bright side of her mind, he found out that the girl was admiring one of the members of schwarz. One of THEIR member.
Schuldich chuckled silently, holding back most of the laughter that was burdened in his throat. \This stupid gathering might be so interesting, after all. I won't regret coming tonight.\ And with a loud chuckle, he said to the other three Schwarz members in a low, nasal mental voice:
[- I promise that this night wouldn't be as boring as you would thought it would be. Surprise, surprise! -]
To be continued...
Author's note: Okay. That wasn't full of humor, eh? I'm trying to build up the pairing, and hopefully I would bring it up right. ^-^ Okay, I really liked giving Schwarz nicknames... Igan is obviously the reverse of Nagi, and in a certain comic book, it was a shortcut of 'kaibigan', a Filipino term for 'friend'. There. My mind just sprouts these weird ideas, and I hope it's just okay. I'll stick to Farfie, because it's the cutest nickname one could give to him. ^-^; So, please review! Thank you for reading this fic/chapter! Finished & Edited: 10:15 PM 2/22/03
[- belch, blah -] = telepathy/thoughts needed to be heard by a telepath
\blah blah\ = thoughts
Blind Obsession
At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the tranquility was spread throughout the house, almost the ticking of the clock is the only thing heard in the house. Yet of course, the cause of this must have a serious explanation, for it would be very impossible to keep four, or rather three (excluding Nagi, who's always daydreaming of computers, J-rock stars, Tot, Tot, computers... have I already said Tot?) hyperactive human beings quiet in one house. The silence was caused by the four members of Schwarz' concentration on preparing themselves for Takatori's mission, which is, to guard him in the formal gathering. Every room was locked, and only when you put your ear on the door, you would hear slight sounds of fabrics rubbing on each other.
To cut the long story short, they were dressing and preparing themselves.
Since Schuldich ruined Brad's prepared wardrobe (he had already foreseen that they would be using formal suits the other day), he was in a state of panic on deciding what to wear. He had plenty of suits, but he wanted something very respective and at the same time elegant, the type of the ruined wardrobe. (talk about vain people ^-^;;) So he opened his one mile long closet (exaggerate, exaggerate) and flipped through the hangers. There were black, white, grey, navy blue, brown, dark red (etc. etc.) colors of jackets and pants and ties, but it was SO hard to decide!
'Schuldich, I hate you' Brad thought, letting his shields drop momentarily, making sure that his accomplice heard it. And surely, the telepath did.
[- And it wasn't purely my fault, Crawffy. If you just let me go out to party, then it wouldn't be like this. Beh. -] Schuldich stuck out his tongue mentally. (is that possible?) But Crawford had suddenly shot up his shields and he heard nothing of Schuldich's reply.
So, Brad was in a VERY serious dilemma. Glancing at the clock, and discovering it was three thirty, he picked out a deep red jacket, a pair of near black red pants, black long sleeves, red tie and the formal black leather shoes, hastily putting it on himself.
Meanwhile, Schuldich wasn't in a bad situation, actually he was enjoying it. His green double-breasted blazer was spinning in the basement laundry machine, and he didn't mind that. He was wearing a black thigh-long coat, black turtleneck and black pants, which largely emphasized his flaming hair. Giving the mirror a smirk, he decided that Brad would AWFULLY love his appearance this night, and to polish his look, the Mastermind removed his headband, and gave one last smirk to the mirror before going to the basement to get his blazer.
Nagi... was, well... wearing white and grey, not really caring when he picked it out. Currently, he was surfing the net to find a product which may produce a clone of one's self, so he could get out of what he termed as 'ugly' world of Schwarz and enjoy himself outside...
And lastly, Farfarello. He was actually ready, sitting on the living room couch and flipping a knife on his fingers. He was wearing a black close-neck button-down suit, having white buttons which reached to the half of his thighs; white pair of pants and white formal shoes. Nobody knew where he kept those kinds of formal suits, but who cares? He just looks good. (sorry for the bias opinion. I can't help it! ^-^;;)
Schuldich, after getting his blazer, went to the living room to wait for their o-holy leader. Spotting Farfarello, he double take, hesitated, but sensing the calm mind of the Berserker, he went beside the psycho and smirked.
"Where did you steal that outfit, eh, Farfie?" Schuldich asked, extending his hand on the frame of the couch, resting it slightly on Farfarello's back.
Only the sound of the knife going up and down Farfie's hand was heard. Then a grunt. Then Farfie thought hard, and saying, hesitating at first, that, "I bought this in a store months ago. God might be so happy now..." Farfarello sobbed a bit and hacked the flesh of his palm. "Hurt god! Hurt god!! YIYIYIYIYIYIYI!" Then he licked the blood and smiled evilly at himself.
The Mastermind shook his head, and turned the TV on to entertain himself while waiting for their great leader. \Why is he taking that long?\ Schuldich smiled to himself. \Maybe overly preparing to imply something to me... Hmm... I wonder if he has already seen us side by side on the bed?\
All of a sudden, a blur of grey and white crossed the room, setting itself on the adjacent chair, levitating. The figure rested its hand on the chair and closed his eyes, while crossing his legs.
[- Igan, what nice monotonous suit that is. Takatori will be so impressed. -] Schuldich's voice was literally dripping with sarcasm. Nagi's eyes suddenly shot up and glared at the redhead incredulously.
"And who the demon whispered that stupid nickname in your mind?" Nagi's eyes were bulging from its sockets while Schuldich laughed.
[- My overly active mind generated it, chibi. You better shut your mouth now, neh? our great leader doesn't want a rude attitude for tonight, Igan... -] Schuldich smirked and mocked Nagi with his soundless laughing.
"STOP CALLING ME BY THAT M*****F****** NAME! DAMN YOU!" Nagi screamed and let some various objects float in the air, ready to strike the Mastermind's face. Farfarello was laughing in glee, the flipping of his knife going faster and faster in euphoria. He chanted 'hurt god hurt god' repeatedly until a loud bang erupted from somewhere in their rooms.
But apparently, it was Brad's door. He was standing on the entrance of the living room, arms akimbo, his glasses glaring by the light and his mere presence menacing. His eyes darted from Schuldich, and shortly, to Nagi, who was furiously red. The floating objects went to their proper areas of position.
The clock said it was already four thirty.
[- Time to go, Crawffy. -] Schuldich said at Crawford, knowing that the Oracle was starting to gather up nerves for a lecture. Then, Brad massaged his temple and sighed in defeat. They were really going now.
Soon, they were riding in Schuldich's white convertible sports car (So if any trouble may come their way, it's okay, because it's Schu's car. Brad's perceptive.) Nagi was still glaring daggers at Schuldich, who in turn was whistling and pretending to be innocent. Farfarello was edgy and uncomfortable, having his pockets, belt, and even mouth empty of any knife or sharp objects. He was staring outside quietly, to the satisfaction of Crawford, who was driving the car.
They arrived at Takatori's office at the planned hour. And then they drove to the Tokyo hall, trotting behind the great bastard Reiji Takatori, and they were acting as the most responsible of all bodyguards. The program started at six o'clock sharp. And they were standing like true bodyguards in their elegant suits in every part of the room, wearing the earphones which made them connected. However, Schuldich wasn't bothering to use his, because it would be foolish to do so with his telephatic powers.
[- Crawffy, this is so freaking boring. Come on, admit it! Too many old geezers... Haven't they heard of a proper 'gathering'? -] Schuldich whined in Brad's head.
[- Too much of whining, Schuldich. You better keep to your position and be silent. If Takatori spots a single flaw in our actions, we're definitely saying goodbye. -] Brad replied bitterly, shifting his weight on his right foot. It was getting really tiring to stand everyday.
[- But that's better, Bradley! Kick us out, and we're happy! Isn't that what you wanted? Crawffy... Or maybe you just have something to keep me out of your mind? Hmm.. how about tonight? In some fancy ho-tel? Or my ro-oom? -] Schuldich donned his famous Cheshire grin as Brad's face turned red as his tie. [- Brad, I know YOUR train of thoughts... -]
Brad shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. This German can be VERY taunting and seductive at the same time... \Damn, is his telepathy that improved that he can evade my mental shields?\ Brad shook his head to get the questions out of his head and focus on the purpose of their coming there. He could see from his post that Nagi was obediently fulfilling his duty, scanning the crowd, then glancing at Takatori's seat time to time. Farfarello, on the other hand, was still feeling helpless and awkward from his weapons' absence. Brad told the Berserker a while ago that he would provide the knives and any weapon if necessary. The Oracle can feel the bulge of weapons in his jacket's pocket. Then, Schuldich... he was still grinning at Crawford rather sensually.
Schuldich grinned one more time at their leader, then finally broke it to search for a particular mind which can temporarily fulfill the void of boredom in him. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The majority of the thoughts in the crowd was monotonous and boring, but one caught his attention. Not only its mind, also the way that person glance at the corners of the hall. Schuldich smirked and opened his eyes, catching a small ash-blonde haired girl who seemed to be a daughter of an official in the gathering. Soon, Schuldich found out that she was twenty-two years old, daughter of a senator, and from the bright side of her mind, he found out that the girl was admiring one of the members of schwarz. One of THEIR member.
Schuldich chuckled silently, holding back most of the laughter that was burdened in his throat. \This stupid gathering might be so interesting, after all. I won't regret coming tonight.\ And with a loud chuckle, he said to the other three Schwarz members in a low, nasal mental voice:
[- I promise that this night wouldn't be as boring as you would thought it would be. Surprise, surprise! -]
To be continued...
Author's note: Okay. That wasn't full of humor, eh? I'm trying to build up the pairing, and hopefully I would bring it up right. ^-^ Okay, I really liked giving Schwarz nicknames... Igan is obviously the reverse of Nagi, and in a certain comic book, it was a shortcut of 'kaibigan', a Filipino term for 'friend'. There. My mind just sprouts these weird ideas, and I hope it's just okay. I'll stick to Farfie, because it's the cutest nickname one could give to him. ^-^; So, please review! Thank you for reading this fic/chapter! Finished & Edited: 10:15 PM 2/22/03