This is my first in a series of "Firsts". I have never seen a fic with both Shuldig and Shon as the main characters. So I've decided to write one. So here it is.

Slight, one-sided Shon/Shuldig. Meaning she likes him and he doesn't like her. Thank GOD!! This is set when Schwartz first comes to see Shreient about teaming up to bring Masafumi back and kill Weiss.

//……// is telepathy.

Disclaimer: If I owned this, it wouldn't be on fanfiction.net, would it?

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He wasn't stupid. He wasn't blind. And, unfortunately (at the moment), he wasn't normal.

He tired of hearing her stupid, one-track thoughts. He saw how she stared at him, and it made him want to strangle her till her face turned blue.

//Why does she have to be in the room during these negotiations?// he asked Crawford, annoyed.

//You know that if she has to leave you and Farfarello have to, too. Go look for Nagi if you find her so annoying.// came the reply.

Shuldig made a noise of disgust and rolled his eyes. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to have to hear Shon's stupid opinions on how he would make an excellent model and the two of them should run away together.

"Do you have a problem with our agreement?" Hell asked, turning to Shuldig.

"Huh?" he said, startled. "Um……" Dammit, why don't they just ignore me, like the rest of Schwartz does? "No. I was thinking of something else."

"Shuldig, why don't you go find Nagi," Crawford ordered.

Shuldig stormed all the way out the door, acting like a spoiled child on purpose. Maybe that would get Shon's thoughts off him.

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When I saw them before, the time they accompanied Takatori Reiji to Kori, I wasn't paying any attention to them. I was too caught up with my indignation at how Reiji were treating Masafumi.

I first really noticed them, noticed him when they came to negotiate over the girl.

The first thing I saw was that his clothes were awfully tacky. The headband clashed horribly with the orange hair. And the white pants and shoes seemed simply perverse.

But he pulled it off. With his cocky attitude and amused smirk, he could get away with the awful, tacky outfit. He could be a model. Maybe, after it was all over, the two of us could go back into the business. I could still do it. The scar that Weiss had given me wasn't that dark, I could cover it up with make-up.

I must have gone into a daydream of how we could be partners, lovers, because when I was jerked out of my stupor by his noise of disgust, we were sitting in the parlor. Anybody would have been disgusted when they saw him stomp out in a rage when ordered to find the last member. I thought it was adorable.

Of course I wouldn't let him know that. Not yet, not until this was finished.

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Notes: Well, whatcha think? This is my first Weiss Kreuz fic, so please be nice, and please, please, please REVIEW!!