Author's Notes: I like it when Brad and Schuldig take turns annoying the heck out of each other. ^^; Although I have to remember that it's actually Brad who annoys/teases Schuldig in the manga, not vice versa or back and forth. Kinda makes me wonder where everyone got the idea that Schuldig is the one who does the teasing/annoying... *shrugs* Ah well, so I mix both manga and fanfic versions of these characters here. :P Don't flame me for it. Oh and the Schwarz employer's name was totally random. Not caring if they're not actually first and last name or if they're both first/last name. It's not important.
Disclaimer: These bishounen do not belong to me. *sobs* They belong to Takehito Koyasu *swoons* and Project Weiss and whoever owns them that I didn't list here. Speaking of which, I'm sure someone has written something similar to this (like someone hasn't conceived this idea). I don't plagiarize fics. I didn't copy this from someone else's work, so if it looks similar, don't email me with a 'You %#^%$&%*-ing copycat' message or something.
Also, arigato for the reviews!! Yes, I'm being lazy by not memorizing then thanking everyone by name who reviewed, but that doesn't mean I love you any less! I really appreciate you taking the time to leave a comment! ^_^v
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Seduction Chapter Two
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The bed was softer than his. That was the first indication that he was not in his own room. From the moment he opened his eyes, he wished he hadn't. The sunlight streaming in the room only seemed to make his headache worse, if that was even possible. He had never recalled waking up and feeling this terrible.
Very slowly, so as not to upset his stomach even more than it was, he sat up in the bed, then massaged his temples willing the intense pounding between his ears to go away. He rubbed his eyes, looked around, then blinked in confusion. What was he doing being in Schuldig's bedroom? No, more importantly...what was he doing in Schuldig's bed?
In his mind, he traced back the events of the previous night that could have lead up to him awaking in the German's bedroom. He'd had a meeting scheduled with an employer, Tachiki Ishino, the night before. It had been a business dinner and then they had discussed a new contract that Tachiki had brought up regarding the latest job offer for Schwarz.
He knew he'd had a couple of drinks, but not enough to leave him drunk or unguarded. He'd never go over a certain limit in front of an employer anyway. It was just bad for business and didn't help his professional reputation at all, obviously. After securing a job for Schwarz, he and Tachiki had parted ways. He didn't return home though, instead deciding to have a few more drinks at a different location than the restaurant he'd been at with Tachiki.
For his headache to be this bad, and for his stomach to be twisting and turning like it was, he knew he didn't have just a 'few more' drinks. It wasn't like him to overload on alcohol, something he hadn't recalled doing for several years now. He'd had no particular reason to get drunk the previous night in the first place.
The more he thought about the previous night, the more his memory seemed to be lacking until there was just a blank. Knowing that was just an effect of the alcohol, he didn't bother to press the issue. The lost memories of last night would come to him eventually, he hoped. He was sure his head would split in two if he tried thinking about it much longer anyway.
He pushed the blanket aside and stepped out of the bed. Such a move sent his stomach lurching, and he ran out of the bedroom towards the bathroom. Even without the use of his pre-cognition, he knew it was going to be a very bad day for him today.
Schuldig glanced up from the breakfast he was making and snickered. From the sounds of it, he could tell Brad had already awakened and knew the older man's day hadn't gotten off to a good start. He tried to block out the sounds of the American's retching in the bathroom, so as not to lose his appetite. Humming to himself, he turned his attention to his breakfast.
He actually would have waken up the American, just to piss off and annoy him, but truthfully, Schuldig had gotten up that morning not in the best of moods either --for an entirely different reason of course-- but he would put the blame on Brad for it. Waking Brad up just didn't seem as fun if he wasn't really interested in dealing with the older man at that moment. However, his mood had gotten better since then, and he had a few taunts and tricks up his sleeve that he knew would aggravate the dark-haired man now.
He could hear the confused thoughts coming from Nagi's room as the boy awoke. Hn, the kid thought it was him in the bathroom. Well, Schuldig had been known to have one of these mornings that Brad was having, after all. He stifled a yawn, sensing Nagi's presence coming towards the kitchen, and turned to glance at the boy.
Nagi blinked, slightly surprised to see Schuldig in the kitchen, "Oh, it's not you...is Brad sick this morning?"
"Nope," Schuldig answered.
"Then why--"
"Just a nasty hangover," Schuldig smirked, "I say we should all get together and antagonize him today."
Nagi shook his head, going over to the fridge to find his own breakfast, "I don't think that's a swell idea."
Schuldig scowled, "You never think any of my ideas are good."
"Gee, I wonder why," Nagi shrugged, moving over to the cabinet to grab a cereal bar, "At least I'll be at school most of the day. You can annoy him all you want then."
With that Nagi turned and left the kitchen, so that he could get ready for the day and leave for school. A couple minutes later, Schuldig heard footsteps and glanced over to see Brad. The American paid no attention to him, instead heading straight for the cabinet in which they kept Farfarello's meds, medicine, and of course aspirin.
"Good morning," Schuldig greeted.
Brad frowned, continuing his search for aspirin so that he might get rid of his pounding headache, "Hn...what's good about it?"
Schuldig smirked, sensing Brad's frustration at not locating any headache medicine, "Well, the sun is shining and I haven't burnt my omelet."
"Yet," Brad scowled, putting miscellaneous bottles of medicine back in the cabinet that he'd taken out, "Weren't you the last one to use the aspirin?"
Schuldig shrugged, "Probably."
"Well? Where is it?" Brad closed the cabinet and turned his attention at the redhead.
"Hm...how bad do you want it?"
Brad's fists clenched, but he refrained from hitting the redhead, instead taking a breath and letting it out slowly, "Today is not the best of days to push your luck with me, Schuldig."
"Aww...does poor Brad have a hangover?" Schuldig teased.
"This isn't a hangover," Brad answered, "More like someone dragged me into the middle of the street and ran me over with a truck a few times."
The German chuckled lightly, digging his hand in his pants pocket and setting the bottle of aspirin on the counter, "Interesting comparison. You hungry? From what I heard earlier, I'll bet there's nothing in your stomach."
Brad glared at him, and picked the bottle up, popped the lid, and spilled out a few pills in his palm. Putting the aspirin bottle back on the shelf where it belonged, he turned to the coffee maker and frowned to see that it was empty. The timer on the coffeemaker had been set the previous day, he knew, so why was the coffeepot empty?
"Where's the coffee?"
Schuldig glanced at the coffeepot, then at Brad. "Oh, that? Well, truthfully, I didn't expect you to be up early enough for the coffee to still be warm. So I poured a cup for myself and dumped the rest, seeing as we're the only ones who drink coffee around here."
Brad would kill him before the day was over. He really had a feeling that would happen at the rate things were going and the sour mood he was in. He could definitely see that the German was going out of his way to make Brad's morning worse. Brad could play this game right back at Schuldig doing even worse things to taunt and annoy the younger man, but at the moment...he just really wanted his coffee.
Brad glanced over at the table at which Schuldig's cup of coffee sat. Technically, it was his coffee. He had bought the coffeemaker, and he made sure that they never ran out of coffee. He knew Schuldig would always move onto another caffeine drink if Brad never bought coffee grounds again, as for himself...no, he had an almost unhealthy obsession for the stuff. A morning without coffee, no matter if the morning started out with him throwing up every meal he'd eaten in the past 24 hours, was not a morning started off right.
So, rather than walking over to the table, grabbing Schuldig's coffee and dumping it in the sink, just as the redhead had done to his share of the coffee, he walked over and claimed the cup of coffee for himself. Sure, he could always just make a new pot of coffee, just for the sake of not dragging out the issue any further, but maybe this would teach the redhead better than to dump out his precious coffee. He put the aspirin pills in his mouth, then washed them down with a few sips of the dark drink.
"Hey!" Schuldig shouted, turning to the dark-haired man, his breakfast forgotten, "That's my coffee."
"Mine now," Brad told him, glaring at the redhead, daring the younger man to challenge him.
"Bastard."
The American shrugged, "That's what you get for dumping my coffee down the sink."
Schuldig crossed his arms, "I drank out of that cup, you know."
"Does it look like that fact bothers me at the moment?" Brad asked, then glanced past the redhead at the food cooking on the stove and added, "Your omelet is burning."
Schuldig turned his attention back to his breakfast, muttering a few curses. Taking advantage of the moment that the German was now side-tracked, Brad took the cup of coffee and left the room. If he was lucky, his headache would go away and that would leave him able to sort out the events of the previous night. However, he had a feeling that he would not only be digging around in his fuzzy memories, but confronting a certain telepath on the reason for waking up in said telepath's bed.
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Author's Notes: Hehe...this was just kind of a 'blah' chapter, but it'll get more interesting next chapter when the two confront each other about the previous night's events. Oh...Farf...not that I forgot about him, I had no where to place him. *drags Farf out of his cell*
Farf: *would wave, but he's a bit tied up at the moment* I'm free~! I'm free~! *bounces around in his straight-jacket*
Pyro: Eh, ok...back in your cell 'til next chapter.
Farf: Nuuu... no one loves me...
