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Chapter Three
"Why wasn't I going to get a new laptop?"
Brad raised an eyebrow at me as if to say "what are you talking about?" before continuing to scan the newspaper. Only he and I were in the kitchen this early in the morning.
"You know what I'm talking about," I said, scowling at my breakfast of miso soup and chazuke. "A week ago you said I wouldn't get another one but you did. Why wasn't I getting one?"
It was officially two weeks exactly from the day I sprained my ankle. It hurts a tiny bit, but who cares? I want my freedom! I could now do whatever the hell I wanted. Okay, so maybe no everything, but still . . . anyway, getting back to the present. I had been waiting to ask this question ever since it popped into my head. Which was . . . just hours ago, before I fell asleep last night. So, this morning, I ambled into the kitchen, made my breakfast, and promptly asked.
"We didn't want you turning into a complete computer tensai (genius), Nagi- kins," Schuldig yawned, sauntering to the coffeepot with a smirk. "We thought that if you didn't have a computer, you would obsess over something . . . different. Like learning more about knives and guns. Or maybe . . . something . . . else?" Schu's voice indicated that he was talking about something highly inappropriate.
I almost spat out the miso soup I drank. What the hell was this!? And I certainly was not a obsessing over anything! And I am a computer tensai, you idiotic German! I knew he was just teasing me, but it wasn't as funny as he thought it was. I glared at Schuldig, but he just kept smirking mysteriously. I turned my gaze back to Brad. He ignored me! I glared at one, then the other. Ah, I give up! Go drink your muddy muck (coffee) then. I mentally threw up my hands and scowled some more, while finishing the rest of my now cold breakfast. I crossed my arms and floated my dishes to the sink, washed them, and put them in the rack. Lastly, before escaping to my room to get ready for school, I dumped the muddy muck left in it's pot out, took a startled Schu's muck out of his hand, and poured it one Brad's newspaper, all telekinetically. Satisfied, I raced to my room as fast as I could, fighting a grin.
A soaked Brad calmly took a sip of his untouched coffee, one eyebrow twitching spastically.
Schu sighed, looking mournfully at his wasted coffee.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That afternoon when I came home from school, Brad was waiting for me. Surprise, surprise, he'd never done this before, and if we got missions, Schu usually informed me.
"Do you have homework?" was the first thing out of his mouth.
I shook my head. "No." Hey, what can I say, I finished it all at school. It's not like I want to talk to those idiotic jerks called my classmates, anyway.
Brad took off for his office, expecting me to follow. I would usually be my sarcastic self, but I was curious. I contacted Schu; Farf was peacefully blending something while watching TV.
I got muffled mind-laughter in reply. No coherent answer.
I
I let out a frustrated mental sigh. Just what is going on here!? Brad led me inside his office, and I sat in the chair across from the desk. Incidentally, it was a new chair; I had wrecked the old one last week.
I stared nervously at Brad as he sat down at his desk. Ugh . . . this felt like how a job interview would be, or the principal's office, or something. What did Brad have to tell me that was so important!?
After Brad sat, I patiently waited for him to speak.
. . . . . . . . .
Okay, this was getting us nowhere. What the hell does Brad think he's doing, dragging me to his office, then sitting down and just twiddling our thumbs in silence!? Alright, so I'm not so patient. I sighed in exasperation.
"Brad, what is this all about!?"
He shifted uncomfortably. "Well . . . Nagi. . .I, uh . . . brought you here because. . ."
I stared blankly at him in disbelief. This is the day Farf announces that he loves Kami-sama and starts ramdomly kissing people. (Don't ask, it was a bet between Schu and me.) Brad can not be stuttering. I have never in my admittedly long life seen Bradley Crawford stutter, much less lose his cool.
"I've decided that it's time for you to learn about how people . . . have . . . sex," Brad continued, looking even more flustered.
My jaw must have dropped straight to the floor. That's why he started stuttering! Kami-sama . . . how embarrassing. . .
"Brad, I already know," I interrupted, my face heating up.
"Wha. . .?" Brad looked surprised at first, then relieved.
"Is that all you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes, you may go."
I escaped out the door, amazed. Schu had dropped that bomb on me when I was twelve! How could Brad . . . oh, I see.
An amused tendril of thought drifted back to me.
Schu chuckled. I didn't tell you how two males had sex, though, did I? Why don't we go through a little sex-ed now, then?
I was horrified. I
I ran out of there like a shot, blushing heavily. Schu's laughter echoed in my head as I walked through the streets of the city. "Idiot," I mumbled.
End Chapter Three
A/N: Ok, sorry for the lateness and shortness, people. Don't worry; I have stuff for the next chapter, so hopefully I can get it up sooner. I've been busy, and a lazy ass, so don't get mad, get glad!! Sorry, lame joke. . . Oh, and if I don't answer questions, sorry, but I'm just too lazy . . . besides, I've never really answered my reviews before! Yeah, lame excuse, too . . . I'm just lazy. . .
Japanese: Chazuke is tea and rice in a bowl.
Chapter Three
"Why wasn't I going to get a new laptop?"
Brad raised an eyebrow at me as if to say "what are you talking about?" before continuing to scan the newspaper. Only he and I were in the kitchen this early in the morning.
"You know what I'm talking about," I said, scowling at my breakfast of miso soup and chazuke. "A week ago you said I wouldn't get another one but you did. Why wasn't I getting one?"
It was officially two weeks exactly from the day I sprained my ankle. It hurts a tiny bit, but who cares? I want my freedom! I could now do whatever the hell I wanted. Okay, so maybe no everything, but still . . . anyway, getting back to the present. I had been waiting to ask this question ever since it popped into my head. Which was . . . just hours ago, before I fell asleep last night. So, this morning, I ambled into the kitchen, made my breakfast, and promptly asked.
"We didn't want you turning into a complete computer tensai (genius), Nagi- kins," Schuldig yawned, sauntering to the coffeepot with a smirk. "We thought that if you didn't have a computer, you would obsess over something . . . different. Like learning more about knives and guns. Or maybe . . . something . . . else?" Schu's voice indicated that he was talking about something highly inappropriate.
I almost spat out the miso soup I drank. What the hell was this!? And I certainly was not a obsessing over anything! And I am a computer tensai, you idiotic German! I knew he was just teasing me, but it wasn't as funny as he thought it was. I glared at Schuldig, but he just kept smirking mysteriously. I turned my gaze back to Brad. He ignored me! I glared at one, then the other. Ah, I give up! Go drink your muddy muck (coffee) then. I mentally threw up my hands and scowled some more, while finishing the rest of my now cold breakfast. I crossed my arms and floated my dishes to the sink, washed them, and put them in the rack. Lastly, before escaping to my room to get ready for school, I dumped the muddy muck left in it's pot out, took a startled Schu's muck out of his hand, and poured it one Brad's newspaper, all telekinetically. Satisfied, I raced to my room as fast as I could, fighting a grin.
A soaked Brad calmly took a sip of his untouched coffee, one eyebrow twitching spastically.
Schu sighed, looking mournfully at his wasted coffee.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That afternoon when I came home from school, Brad was waiting for me. Surprise, surprise, he'd never done this before, and if we got missions, Schu usually informed me.
"Do you have homework?" was the first thing out of his mouth.
I shook my head. "No." Hey, what can I say, I finished it all at school. It's not like I want to talk to those idiotic jerks called my classmates, anyway.
Brad took off for his office, expecting me to follow. I would usually be my sarcastic self, but I was curious. I contacted Schu; Farf was peacefully blending something while watching TV.
I got muffled mind-laughter in reply. No coherent answer.
I
I let out a frustrated mental sigh. Just what is going on here!? Brad led me inside his office, and I sat in the chair across from the desk. Incidentally, it was a new chair; I had wrecked the old one last week.
I stared nervously at Brad as he sat down at his desk. Ugh . . . this felt like how a job interview would be, or the principal's office, or something. What did Brad have to tell me that was so important!?
After Brad sat, I patiently waited for him to speak.
. . . . . . . . .
Okay, this was getting us nowhere. What the hell does Brad think he's doing, dragging me to his office, then sitting down and just twiddling our thumbs in silence!? Alright, so I'm not so patient. I sighed in exasperation.
"Brad, what is this all about!?"
He shifted uncomfortably. "Well . . . Nagi. . .I, uh . . . brought you here because. . ."
I stared blankly at him in disbelief. This is the day Farf announces that he loves Kami-sama and starts ramdomly kissing people. (Don't ask, it was a bet between Schu and me.) Brad can not be stuttering. I have never in my admittedly long life seen Bradley Crawford stutter, much less lose his cool.
"I've decided that it's time for you to learn about how people . . . have . . . sex," Brad continued, looking even more flustered.
My jaw must have dropped straight to the floor. That's why he started stuttering! Kami-sama . . . how embarrassing. . .
"Brad, I already know," I interrupted, my face heating up.
"Wha. . .?" Brad looked surprised at first, then relieved.
"Is that all you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes, you may go."
I escaped out the door, amazed. Schu had dropped that bomb on me when I was twelve! How could Brad . . . oh, I see.
An amused tendril of thought drifted back to me.
Schu chuckled. I didn't tell you how two males had sex, though, did I? Why don't we go through a little sex-ed now, then?
I was horrified. I
I ran out of there like a shot, blushing heavily. Schu's laughter echoed in my head as I walked through the streets of the city. "Idiot," I mumbled.
End Chapter Three
A/N: Ok, sorry for the lateness and shortness, people. Don't worry; I have stuff for the next chapter, so hopefully I can get it up sooner. I've been busy, and a lazy ass, so don't get mad, get glad!! Sorry, lame joke. . . Oh, and if I don't answer questions, sorry, but I'm just too lazy . . . besides, I've never really answered my reviews before! Yeah, lame excuse, too . . . I'm just lazy. . .
Japanese: Chazuke is tea and rice in a bowl.