"Schuldig, you are aware that tonight is your night to cook, right?" Nagi
said from the kitchen table as his orange haired companion walked in.
"What? I thought tonight was your night!" Schu reached into the refrigerator for an apple, emerging victorious. He bit into the flesh of the fruit appreciatively, grinning.
"No. I cooked the night before last. Last night was Brad. Which means today is yours." The dirty blond looked down at his computer, typing rapidly.
"Actually, wouldn't that make tonight...Farf's?"
"No. No. HELL NO!" Nagi looked up, panicked. "You CAN'T have Farf cook...do you remember what happened *last* time Farf cooked for us? I can't eat chicken soup anymore! It always tastes like paint!"
The German laughed, his eyes closing. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad."
"You didn't end up chewing on a chunk of dried paint! It was disgusting! I was hurling all night long..." He twitched.
"I do recall that."
"So glad. So it's your night!"
"Actually, Nagg, it's your night. You cooked two nights ago." Brad walked in, reading his newspaper.
"Damn you and your math skills, Bradley." Naoe snarled at his computer. "Fine, fine."
"Good boy." Brad patted the top of his head, sitting down across the table.
"Bite me, Bradley. We'll...go out for pizza!"
"You intending to pay?" Steeley eyes glanced over the paper at the fuming Japanese boy.
"Why not? I've actually got money, since I don't spend it like Schu-Schu over there."
"Yes, all my money just incinerates my pockets, and I can't keep hold of it." Schu tossed the apple core into the sink, smiling at Brad's obsessive- compulsive twitch.
"Truer never words were sprung forth from thy German mouth. Nagg, you're computer is beeping."
"Dangit. Means Reiji wants us for...something. Someone get Farfie." Nagi began to type on his precious electronic contraption.
"I'll get him..." Brad set down his paper, open on the table. Walking down the hall, Brad knocked on Farf's door. "Farf?"
"Come in."
Brad opened the door to see Farfarello sitting in the middle of his room, completely naked, polishing his knives. He bled from one or two new injuries, none very serious. One golden eye looked up as he smiled. "Hello Braddy. Reiji calls?"
"Farf! Put some pants on!" Brad blushed furiously, tempted to jump his Irish friend.
Farf rose, standing with his legs at shoulder's width. He looked down at himself. "Don't you like my body, Braddy?"
"Uh...um...p-pants...Farf...p-pants..." Brad turned, twitching slightly.
"What about pants? You're wearing some, yes. Do you want me to be in them, Braddy?"
Misunderstanding him, Brad nodded frantically. "Yes."
Farf grinned and walked to Braddy, molding himself to the American's back, sliding his hands into his friend's pants. Long fingers stroked the insides of Brad's thighs. "Do you, now?" he whispered hoarsely, hotly, licking the sensitive skin of Brad's earlobe.
"F-Farf...!" Brad whimpered, breathy and a little needy. "P-put...o- on...y-your...p-pants...n-not.m-mine..."
"Aw...all right." Farf removed his hands from Brad's pants and bending down to pick up his own pants. Stepping into them, he looked at the back of Brad's head. "Better?"
"M-much. Let's go." Brad opened the door and led Farf to the kitchen.
Schu raised a curious eyebrow at Brad's flushed face, and Farfie's standard chaotic one, but said nothing. Rather, he looked to Nagi. "All right, Prodigy. What's the situation?"
"We are to eliminate an assassins group by the name of Weiss. They are comprised of four men, Tsukiono Omi, Fujimiya Ran. Kudou Yohji, and Hidaka Ken. Unfortunately, we don't have images of them, but I think we can make due. The four of them work and live in the Koneko flower shop, owned by a woman named Momoe. Apparently, the flower shop is the hotspot for girls after school, since all four of them are incredibly attractive."
"Reeeeally?" Schu said softly. Brad shot him a glare and looked at Nagi.
"Anything else?"
"They are led by...Suiichi? What, that can't be right."
"It is..." Schu said softly, his mind racing.
"What?"
"Reiji and Suiichi have a long-standing hatred that few understand."
"Schu-Schu, you know I hate liars..." Farf said softly.
~I'm not lying, Farf. I am ignoring the facts. There is a distinct difference.~
"Cheater," he whispered.
~I know.~ "All right, boys, when do we start?" Schu winked down at Farf, lifting a shoulder casually before looking to their stoic, emotionless leader.
"Now. Schuldig, you go down to the Koneko tomorrow, and see what you can find out. Nagi, you do research on the Koneko from the computer, see if anything turns up. Farfarello and I will wait until you have something solid we can play off of. Remember, these four are assassins, which means that they are going to be capable men, and will understand sabotage. Especially if they work under Suiichi."
Schuldig offered his standard, two-finger salute before turning and disappearing down the hall to his room. Loud German music filtered through the door, causing Bradley to twitch once again.
"What? I thought tonight was your night!" Schu reached into the refrigerator for an apple, emerging victorious. He bit into the flesh of the fruit appreciatively, grinning.
"No. I cooked the night before last. Last night was Brad. Which means today is yours." The dirty blond looked down at his computer, typing rapidly.
"Actually, wouldn't that make tonight...Farf's?"
"No. No. HELL NO!" Nagi looked up, panicked. "You CAN'T have Farf cook...do you remember what happened *last* time Farf cooked for us? I can't eat chicken soup anymore! It always tastes like paint!"
The German laughed, his eyes closing. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad."
"You didn't end up chewing on a chunk of dried paint! It was disgusting! I was hurling all night long..." He twitched.
"I do recall that."
"So glad. So it's your night!"
"Actually, Nagg, it's your night. You cooked two nights ago." Brad walked in, reading his newspaper.
"Damn you and your math skills, Bradley." Naoe snarled at his computer. "Fine, fine."
"Good boy." Brad patted the top of his head, sitting down across the table.
"Bite me, Bradley. We'll...go out for pizza!"
"You intending to pay?" Steeley eyes glanced over the paper at the fuming Japanese boy.
"Why not? I've actually got money, since I don't spend it like Schu-Schu over there."
"Yes, all my money just incinerates my pockets, and I can't keep hold of it." Schu tossed the apple core into the sink, smiling at Brad's obsessive- compulsive twitch.
"Truer never words were sprung forth from thy German mouth. Nagg, you're computer is beeping."
"Dangit. Means Reiji wants us for...something. Someone get Farfie." Nagi began to type on his precious electronic contraption.
"I'll get him..." Brad set down his paper, open on the table. Walking down the hall, Brad knocked on Farf's door. "Farf?"
"Come in."
Brad opened the door to see Farfarello sitting in the middle of his room, completely naked, polishing his knives. He bled from one or two new injuries, none very serious. One golden eye looked up as he smiled. "Hello Braddy. Reiji calls?"
"Farf! Put some pants on!" Brad blushed furiously, tempted to jump his Irish friend.
Farf rose, standing with his legs at shoulder's width. He looked down at himself. "Don't you like my body, Braddy?"
"Uh...um...p-pants...Farf...p-pants..." Brad turned, twitching slightly.
"What about pants? You're wearing some, yes. Do you want me to be in them, Braddy?"
Misunderstanding him, Brad nodded frantically. "Yes."
Farf grinned and walked to Braddy, molding himself to the American's back, sliding his hands into his friend's pants. Long fingers stroked the insides of Brad's thighs. "Do you, now?" he whispered hoarsely, hotly, licking the sensitive skin of Brad's earlobe.
"F-Farf...!" Brad whimpered, breathy and a little needy. "P-put...o- on...y-your...p-pants...n-not.m-mine..."
"Aw...all right." Farf removed his hands from Brad's pants and bending down to pick up his own pants. Stepping into them, he looked at the back of Brad's head. "Better?"
"M-much. Let's go." Brad opened the door and led Farf to the kitchen.
Schu raised a curious eyebrow at Brad's flushed face, and Farfie's standard chaotic one, but said nothing. Rather, he looked to Nagi. "All right, Prodigy. What's the situation?"
"We are to eliminate an assassins group by the name of Weiss. They are comprised of four men, Tsukiono Omi, Fujimiya Ran. Kudou Yohji, and Hidaka Ken. Unfortunately, we don't have images of them, but I think we can make due. The four of them work and live in the Koneko flower shop, owned by a woman named Momoe. Apparently, the flower shop is the hotspot for girls after school, since all four of them are incredibly attractive."
"Reeeeally?" Schu said softly. Brad shot him a glare and looked at Nagi.
"Anything else?"
"They are led by...Suiichi? What, that can't be right."
"It is..." Schu said softly, his mind racing.
"What?"
"Reiji and Suiichi have a long-standing hatred that few understand."
"Schu-Schu, you know I hate liars..." Farf said softly.
~I'm not lying, Farf. I am ignoring the facts. There is a distinct difference.~
"Cheater," he whispered.
~I know.~ "All right, boys, when do we start?" Schu winked down at Farf, lifting a shoulder casually before looking to their stoic, emotionless leader.
"Now. Schuldig, you go down to the Koneko tomorrow, and see what you can find out. Nagi, you do research on the Koneko from the computer, see if anything turns up. Farfarello and I will wait until you have something solid we can play off of. Remember, these four are assassins, which means that they are going to be capable men, and will understand sabotage. Especially if they work under Suiichi."
Schuldig offered his standard, two-finger salute before turning and disappearing down the hall to his room. Loud German music filtered through the door, causing Bradley to twitch once again.
