Chapter 4 - Intersecting Lines
We have touched...our meeting was set from the beginning.....
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Brad was the first to step out of the office, with a sour face and a folder tucked under one arm. Schuldich followed with his hands in his pockets and a bothered expression. Nagi and Farfarello proceeded after the other two, with their usual blank expressions.
"More paperwork....."
"More boredom...." Brad and Schuldich made their remarks one after another as they walked down the hall towards the elevator. They took it back down to the 12th floor.
"Why are we doing all this paperwork?" Nagi asked Brad as they descended floors.
"I don't know. He thinks of us as slaves rather than bodyguards. Pretty soon I will just start writing false information on these forms and such. I will get him screwed over."
Schuldich smirked. "A good idea..." He snickered and looked at Brad, sending a thought into his head. "-Don't forget there is other work to be done besides that paperwork...-" And following that his tongue slipped briefly across his lips just long enough for the american to see it before anyone else did.
"Hm." Crawford replied to the german and the elevator door opened. They stepped out and walked to their room.
"Crawford."
"Yes?" Brad replied to the small japanese boy standing next to him.
"I need money. You wanted me to go grocery shopping, right?"
"Just a moment." Crawford unlocked the door to the apartment and slipped the key into his pocket, pulling his wallet out. He handed Nagi some money and the boy went on his way. Schuldich proceeded to open the door and go inside, Farfarello following close behind him and Brad a few feet later. "Don't forget, Schuldich."
"I know I know." The german grabbed a leash from a hook on the wall and slid it into his pocket. "I'll be going now....come on Farfie." Farfarello followed Schuldich out the door and down the hall, and Brad closed the door behind them.
Brad walked back into his room and set the folder down on his desk with a sigh. He glanced at the bed with a bit of a smile and sat down in front of his desk. "I guess it's time to go back to work..." But he didn't move. "I for once don't want to do this." The german must have been rubbing off on him already. After a minute of staring at the stack of papers before him, he forced himself to work.
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"Farfie, stick around!! Come on don't maul him!!! GET OVER HERE!!!" Schuldich pulled the irishman off of another man and dragged him down the sidewalk. "Do you WANT the leash, or are you going to be good?"
The irishman stared up at him with a blank expression and anger in his eye. After about a moment he backed off and continued to walk.
"-Geez...this is like taking care of a dog....maybe I should get him a muzzle...-" The german thought as he walked, keeping one eye on Farfarello at all times. "-Better yet....maybe I could sell him....-" Schuldich glanced over at the irishman. "-You can sell almost everything on eBay....I wonder how much I could get for a psychopath....-"
While Schuldich was in thought, Farfarello took it upon himself to find someone to assist him in huting God. He jumped on a woman and pulled out a knife, closing the blade in on her throat. He was about to cut her when the german grabbed him by the collar and ran like hell. While he was running he clipped the leash on the irishman and then slowed down to a walk.
"I should forget to feed you tonight."
The irishman just glared at Schuldich.
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Nagi passed shelf after shelf, sighing at the annoyance of not being able to use his telepathy in public. He would have levitated everything he needed into the cart and been done in one minute, but he wasn't one to go against Crawford's orders. He picked up box after can after bag after container and was bored out of his mind by the time he had gotten to the register. It took forever to be scanned and rung up, the woman at the register was really slow. Once he payed he carried the bags half with his own strength and half with telepathy, hiding the hovering bags so no one would notice. He looked like he was balancing a lot of things in an unbalanced way. A lot of people stared at the short Japanese boy has he walked down the busy streets towards the apartment building.
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"I bet everyone else is having a better time than this." Brad mumbled as he forced his hand along the papers. "Maybe I can work better after dinner...." He stopped for a minute, recalling something the german had sent through his mind before he left.
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"-Maybe after dinner tonight I could take your mind off of that horrible paperwork, dear.-" And following that statement, the usual smirk crossed his face as he left.
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"-Why did that sentence sound so damn good....-" Brad couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen tonight...damn his powers for never showing his own future... Although he couldn't hate the suspense, he didn't feel like that very often, he never had much of a Christmas when he was little, and very few things were unpredictable like Schuldich.
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Meet us again in Chapter 5 - Predictably Unpredictable!
-perhaps by then we'll be going somewhere...-
We have touched...our meeting was set from the beginning.....
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Brad was the first to step out of the office, with a sour face and a folder tucked under one arm. Schuldich followed with his hands in his pockets and a bothered expression. Nagi and Farfarello proceeded after the other two, with their usual blank expressions.
"More paperwork....."
"More boredom...." Brad and Schuldich made their remarks one after another as they walked down the hall towards the elevator. They took it back down to the 12th floor.
"Why are we doing all this paperwork?" Nagi asked Brad as they descended floors.
"I don't know. He thinks of us as slaves rather than bodyguards. Pretty soon I will just start writing false information on these forms and such. I will get him screwed over."
Schuldich smirked. "A good idea..." He snickered and looked at Brad, sending a thought into his head. "-Don't forget there is other work to be done besides that paperwork...-" And following that his tongue slipped briefly across his lips just long enough for the american to see it before anyone else did.
"Hm." Crawford replied to the german and the elevator door opened. They stepped out and walked to their room.
"Crawford."
"Yes?" Brad replied to the small japanese boy standing next to him.
"I need money. You wanted me to go grocery shopping, right?"
"Just a moment." Crawford unlocked the door to the apartment and slipped the key into his pocket, pulling his wallet out. He handed Nagi some money and the boy went on his way. Schuldich proceeded to open the door and go inside, Farfarello following close behind him and Brad a few feet later. "Don't forget, Schuldich."
"I know I know." The german grabbed a leash from a hook on the wall and slid it into his pocket. "I'll be going now....come on Farfie." Farfarello followed Schuldich out the door and down the hall, and Brad closed the door behind them.
Brad walked back into his room and set the folder down on his desk with a sigh. He glanced at the bed with a bit of a smile and sat down in front of his desk. "I guess it's time to go back to work..." But he didn't move. "I for once don't want to do this." The german must have been rubbing off on him already. After a minute of staring at the stack of papers before him, he forced himself to work.
**********
"Farfie, stick around!! Come on don't maul him!!! GET OVER HERE!!!" Schuldich pulled the irishman off of another man and dragged him down the sidewalk. "Do you WANT the leash, or are you going to be good?"
The irishman stared up at him with a blank expression and anger in his eye. After about a moment he backed off and continued to walk.
"-Geez...this is like taking care of a dog....maybe I should get him a muzzle...-" The german thought as he walked, keeping one eye on Farfarello at all times. "-Better yet....maybe I could sell him....-" Schuldich glanced over at the irishman. "-You can sell almost everything on eBay....I wonder how much I could get for a psychopath....-"
While Schuldich was in thought, Farfarello took it upon himself to find someone to assist him in huting God. He jumped on a woman and pulled out a knife, closing the blade in on her throat. He was about to cut her when the german grabbed him by the collar and ran like hell. While he was running he clipped the leash on the irishman and then slowed down to a walk.
"I should forget to feed you tonight."
The irishman just glared at Schuldich.
**********
Nagi passed shelf after shelf, sighing at the annoyance of not being able to use his telepathy in public. He would have levitated everything he needed into the cart and been done in one minute, but he wasn't one to go against Crawford's orders. He picked up box after can after bag after container and was bored out of his mind by the time he had gotten to the register. It took forever to be scanned and rung up, the woman at the register was really slow. Once he payed he carried the bags half with his own strength and half with telepathy, hiding the hovering bags so no one would notice. He looked like he was balancing a lot of things in an unbalanced way. A lot of people stared at the short Japanese boy has he walked down the busy streets towards the apartment building.
*********
"I bet everyone else is having a better time than this." Brad mumbled as he forced his hand along the papers. "Maybe I can work better after dinner...." He stopped for a minute, recalling something the german had sent through his mind before he left.
----
"-Maybe after dinner tonight I could take your mind off of that horrible paperwork, dear.-" And following that statement, the usual smirk crossed his face as he left.
----
"-Why did that sentence sound so damn good....-" Brad couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen tonight...damn his powers for never showing his own future... Although he couldn't hate the suspense, he didn't feel like that very often, he never had much of a Christmas when he was little, and very few things were unpredictable like Schuldich.
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Meet us again in Chapter 5 - Predictably Unpredictable!
-perhaps by then we'll be going somewhere...-
