Kitty Strikes Schwarz

[[OMG. I just watched the last episode of Weiss Kreuz. O__O I think I'm gonnaI'm gonna]]
Isabelle: cry?
[[ *silence* I DON'T CRY!]]
Isabelle: *grumble* Suuure. That's what they all say

Chapter Nine

Bubble Tea

"BonJOUR Honey!" Farfie chirped as he opened the door.

The Irish psychopath faced an extremely beaten and tattered oracle who was just about to insert the key.

"May I take your order?"

Crawford blinked. He sweatdropped. "Schuldich forgot to give you your pills again, didn't he?"

"Nudity hurts God."

The oracle blinked again. Since when had Farfie become random? Sighing in irritation, he pushed past Farfarello with the banquet of roses in his right hand, clutched tightly.

First thing: to find Schuldich and apologize. True, it was against Crawford's moral to apologize to anyonebut perhaps he really did love that blasted telepath

Gah, who was he kidding?

But staring at the roses, Crawford couldn't help but feeling a sense of helplessness. Hell. He really did want Schuldich back, didn't he?

"Don't bump into the wall," came a dull voice from the couch.

The oracle stopped himself soon enough to prevent doing just what he was warned against. That was strange. He didn't recongize this voice. A woman, though her vocal cords were a bit deep.

Turning around, he nearly facefaulted.

Kitty grumbled something.

"What happened to you?"

"Schuldich is upstairs."

"Why are you What HOW"

The fact that she was grown up was only part of the shock. The fact that she was wearing HIS clothes was what was causing him a heart attack

"THOSE ARE MY CLOTHES!" Crawford screeched.

"Lovely observation," Kitty pointed out. She raised an eyebrow. "Lets put it this way. Schuldich is in his room and I am not going anywhere NEAR that freak, no matter HOW much you pay me. Nagi's clothes don't fit me and I think Farfarello is trying to molest me."

"" Well, the answer wasn't exactly suprising. But STILL. Those were HIS CLOTHES. "Couldn't you go out and buy some clothes?" A rather sharp tone he used.

Kitty matched his deathglare with her infamous deathglare. "Would you like to give me some money?"

There was a long silence.

The girl blinked after a while. That was strange. Agitation and anger had been vibrating from Crawford's eyes before, but now those dark irises had gone strangely blank. What had UNLESS

Throwing a pillow into Crawford's, she muttered, "Snap out of it."

The oracle scowled, but was secretly grateful about the whole pillow throwing business. Truth was, he never had a vision that lasted that long before. Taking his glasses off with the hand that still held the flowers, he rubbed the area between the eyes and on top of the nose in which the authoress so conviently forgot the name of -__-;

"What did you see?" Kitty asked softly.

Crawford looked up. "I saw Schuldich" he began, talking to the wall.

"PUT YOUR GLASSES ON!" Kitty snarled, throwing another pillow at the oracle.

"Hello, grasshopper."

Nagi opened his eyes, jolting awake.

Only to find a very merry looking Farfie staring down at him.

"AAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

"Very good, grasshopper," the pscyhopath replied in a thick, Chinese accent. Where he learned how to imitate the Chinese, I dunno. Don't come after me with knives. I'm Chinese myself.

And then, quite suddenly, Farfie found himself engraved in the ceiling.

Breath in, breath out, the blue-eyed telekinetic ordered himself over and over again as he lowered Farfie onto the ground, still keeping an eye out for any sudden movements. Only then did Nagi feel the pain on the top of his head. Reaching up, he felt the texture of bandages.

"What happened?"

"Nagi see Kitty. Nagi go weeeee! Nagi go boom into the wall," Farfie said with a suspicious smile and loosing all his accent. With any normal person, that would have sounded so cute. With Farfie, it sounded like a room with Aya, Takatori, and a bunch of bazookas.

Wincing, Nagi felt his head gently again. That last incident with Kitty had given him a fright.

"Did Kitty really grow or was I dreaming?"

"You were dreaming."

"Really?"

"No."

Nagi facefaulted. Oh well. Next question. "Where's Crawford? And Schuldich?"

Farfie shrugged. "Crawford's talking to Kitty and Schuldie-chan is in his room."

The telekenic stared. Oh my freaking lords. Farfie actually strung a normal sentence together. Without his medication.

Minus the Schuldie-chan' part, that is.

Down the hall, they heard a woman scream "PUT ON YOUR GLASSES!!"

Swinging off the kitchen table—wait a minute.

Nagi turned around, half way to the door before realizing he had been on the kitchen table. "Farfie, why did you put me on the table?"

The Irish man cracked a sinister grin. "Because I am your father, Luke."

Silence.

Nagi made a 180 degree turn and headed straight out the door.

He didn't know exactly what motivated him to do it. I mean, he wasn't the type to spill out the situation and his inner emotions. He was Mr. Stick-up-my-ass. Mr. I-am-such-a-bad-ass.

But something about Kitty, something besides the sarcasm, the cold-heartness, the sadistic-ness, screamed TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS.'

Reminder to Crawford: Never let Kitty stay too long with Farfie.

"I guess I wasn't kidding when I said Schuldich acted like a woman," Kitty mused. "Only a woman would care about an anniversary." She took a sip of her mocha bubble tea.

Crawford blinked. He had been so asorbed in "How did you do that," he hissed.

The teenager blinked, finding the barrel of a loaded gun pointed directly in her face. "Do what?"

"Make me tell you all that. And get that bubble tea."

"I'm a very talented person," Kitty replied, trying to act innocent.

There was a long pause. Insert the sound of rapid footsteps and we have Nagi running into the scene.

"Eszett told us to protect her," Nagi said, swallowing.

Crawford stared straight into Kitty's black eyes and for the first time, he noticed just how disturbing they were. Finally, he removed his gun.

The girl continued drinking and chewing on the black pearls.

Standing up, Crawford picked up the roses and left without another word.

"What did you do to him?" Nagi asked.

Kitty shrugged. "Nothing."

Nagi stared.

"Hey! I don't lie!"

"That's what Schuldich said once. He lied like there was no tomorrow."

"You're comparing me with SCHULDICH!?"

Silence. "You have a point," Nagi grumbled as he revaluated the whole problem.

"You got Crawford to talk before," Kitty pointed out. "So why shouldn't he talk now?"

"Crawford doesn't talk about his feelings. At all. The fact that him and Schuldich are in a fight does not include his personal feelings."

Shrugging again, Kitty shook her empty cup.

Which filled up again.

There was a whirl of motion.

"Nagi, you can come out from the back of the couch now," the teenager said dryly.

"You're a demon," the chibi whispered hoarsely.

"Demon?" Farfie chirped. "Demons hurt God."

Kitty sighed. "Speak for yourself, Nagi. Who's the one who can float things?"

"You're going against the Laws of Conservation!"

"Breaking rules hurt God. OBEY YOUR THIRST!!"

Two pairs of bewildered eyes turned Farfie's way.

"Nike. Just do it."

"I think he's been watching too much TV," Nagi said blankly.

It was now or never.

Or, at least, about an hour later.

Crawford raised his left hand to knock and

"Go away. I don't want your fucking flowers," Schuldich snarled.

And then Crawford just snapped.

Nagi, Farfie, and Kitty all winced as WWIII started.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WENT THROUGH TO GET THESE FLOWERS?!"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

"YOU'RE MY DAMN PROBLEM!!"

"WELL, IF THAT'S IT, THEN I NEVER WANT YOU BACK!!"

"I DON'T GODDAMN CARE, CRAWFORD! I DON'T WANT YOU BACK EITHER! I CAN JUST GO FUCK BALINESE INSTEAD!!"

Nagi buried his head under the pillow. "I shouldn't be hearing this"

Farfie cackled to himself, stole Kitty's bubble tea, and then ran away like Little Red Riding Hood. Oo;;

However, Kitty barely noticed anything. She just toyed with the ends of the pillow, her dark eyes heavy.

Crawford. Schuldich had called him Crawford.

Not Bradley.

This may be worse that it seems