Kitty Strikes Schwarz

Chapter Five

But I Really Don't

It one of those computer café places, where you could order food and log online at the same time. Nagi and Kitty both slid into a light red booth, which seemed to be already taken with a plate of fries growing cold laying by the black computer.

Nagi just took a fry and popped it into his mouth.

"Uh" Kitty voiced, raising an eyebrow at Nagi.

"It's okay. You can take one," Nagi reassured her.

The child just shook her head.

And they continued to wait.

Finally [[This story makes some progress!]]

[[Must be a delayed reaction.]]

"Nagi!"

A lightly blush spread across Nagi's face as he timidly glanced the way in which his name was being called. "Hey, Omi-kun," he voiced back.

Kitty sat up, a strange jolt shooting up her spine. Omi. That name sounded so familiar.

The kitten walked into the scene with a tray of two drinks. "I thought that you might be thir—"

"Omi-kun?" Nagi questioned.

"Tr-Tr-Tra-Tracy?" Omi studdered, his face suddenly very pale. Setting the tray down on the table, he was suddenly aware that his hands were shaking and sweating cold.

"Her name is Kitty," Nagi corrected and gave him a puzzled look. "Do you know her?"

"I don't remember a Omi," Kitty said in an unsure voice. There was that little voice again, when Omi had called her by the name Tracy'.

Bombay stared at the little child for a minute or two than shook his head. On the outside, he had said: "I must have been thinking about some one else." On the inside, he was screaming: OH MY FUCKING GOD! KITTY?!?! WHAT'S SHE DOING BACK!? IS TASHIN OUT TO KILL US AGAIN!??! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD [[Yeah, and he goes on]].

"I hope you don't mind me taking Kitty along on thiser, um, uh, date, uh, um, erI mean, I didn't want to leave her back at the apartment with Farfarello."

"Yeah, I understand." Facing Kitty, he asked, "I can pay for your own booth if you want to surf the net."

The kid shook her head and smiled sweetly. "No thanks, Niisan, I'll be fine just watching."

There was a small pain in the kitten's heart. He still remembered that time when Kitty was staying at Kitty in the House. But she didn't remember. She didn't even remember that it was Youji who had named her Kitty'.

"Schuldich!" Crawford yelled in front of the closed door of the telepath's room. "OPEN UP!" The oracle had expected Schuldich to be mad, but this was getting out of hand. Schuldich had never missed a meal before. Of course, Schwarz wasn't the we-will-all-sit-at-the-dinner-table-and-eat' type ofer, family, but Crawford knew that Schu would usually just order something or go out. But today, the telepath had stayed in his room from morning until now, three in the afternoon.

There was more silence.

More banging on the door.

Suddenly, Farfie seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Can I join in?" he asked gleefully. "Banging on doors hurts God." There was a sickening, yet some what innocent grin on his face. (Er, that is, as innocent as Farfie gets.)

Crawford stared at him in disbelief.

The door swung open and both were faced with a Schuldich wearing only pants and a deadly glare. [[*drooooollll*]]

"Tell that person over there to stop bugging me," Schu said to Farfie, his voice dripping with ice. "I have Pocky."

Slam. There went the door again.

"Crawlie-chan, Shuldie-chan asked me to—"

"I heard, Farfarello."

"Oh, okay," Farfie replied, just as happily as he skipped downstairs.

"Oh, why must the Fates torture me like this," Crawford muttered as he banged his head against the wall.

"Something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong."

"Something's wrong."

"Don't you have homework to do?" Crawford asked irritatedly.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong," Nagi replied sharply.

"Why do you care?"

"Because whenever you and Schuldich argue, you two some how manage to drag all of us and sometimes even the neighbors into this. Remember last time? That old lady next door threw her cat at me because she pitied Schu, lord help her, and thought I was in league with you."

""

"So, are you going to spill or not?"

Nagi and Kitty had walked in the door around five. The kid was cheerfully licking vanilla ice cream which was soon colored red with food coloring that Farfie had insisted upon. Kitty had just shrugged and resumed eating the ice cream as the insane Irish psychopath steered her away from a disgusted Nagi. The chibi then took one look at Crawford's notched up face and began firing away questions. Or commands.

The older man scowled at the screen of the laptop and turned to face Nagi. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to shoot you."

"Does that mean you're going to tell me?"

Crawford reached inside his jacket.

"Er, I mean, I can help."

The hand paused just inches away from the gun.

Before Crawford could change this mind, Nagi added, "I mean, it's not like Farfie gonna help or anything. And neither is Kitty."

Clocks tick—no, never mind. That would sound like Crawford has a bomb in his brain. Let me rephrase that. The gears of the oracle's brain got working. "Well, I guess you could try."

Nagi's draw dropped. Far away, Aya danced to N'sync music. Ken moved like a ballerina. Omi got a math problem wrong. Youji hit on a girl of 13. Aya-chan woke up and went shopping for gernades.

CRAWFORD actually AGREED. And he said the word TRY. There was no TRY in Crawford's vocabulary.

And that was how Nagi found himself calling Schuldich on his personal phone. The telepath wouldn't open the door so there was no other way.

Four rings.

He was gonna have to leave a message.

You've reached Schuldich. Yes, guilty. I'm guilty of murdering your mother and poisoning your father. I'm guilty of raping your daughter and banging your son.

Pause.

Leave a message. Have a nice day.

Beep.

"" Nagi began.