Well, after two years sitting in the back corners of my mind, Schwarz Kids
is back. ^_^ And just as sappy as ever! However, in the upcoming chapters,
as Schu begins accompanying Brad and working for Takatori Reigi, things are
going to get quite crazy, and Yushi is soon to be the least of the German's
problems. Sorry this chapter is kinda short, but I am working on the next
chapter as I upload this now. ^_^
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"So kid, why did you get suspended this time?" Schu looked over at Farfarello, hoping his secret wouldn't come out.
"I got in a fight." Farfarello looked at Schu, winking.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, some stupid kid made some pirate comment. You know how much I hate that. So I hit him."
"You hit him?"
"Really hard." Farfarello grinned proudly, settling himself down on his chair in the living room. Bradley put his paper down, fingers massaging his temple.
"Don't worry Bradley, I'll fix it tomorrow at school. Like I always do." Schu laid his hands on Brad's shoulders, squeezing them. He felt the American's hands cover his, as Brad nodded.
"Of course you will. If only Farf could control his anger, you wouldn't need to. But I suppose that won't happen, will it Farf?" Brad looked over at the Irish boy, who simply grinned back at him.
"Oh come on. I'm being trained to be a lean, mean fighting machine. You should be happy my senses are so explosive." Schu watched as Farfarello further pushed Brad's buttons, certain the American would let out a scream of frustration as he threw his hands in the air.
"You know, I give up. You're right. You got in a fight, yipee. I'm proud." Brad picked his paper back up, his eyes roaming back to the finance section. Schu met Farf's gaze, and watched as the Irish boy mouthed a happy 'I won' in his direction. The German smiled, not daring to laugh. He instead pushed himself away from the couch, heading into the kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge, preparing a small snack to tide him over until supper. He sat at the table and ate, allowing his thoughts to wander aimlessly. He had decided earlier that he was well enough to return to school tomorrow, despite Brad's pleas to remain at the apartment. As much as he dreaded facing Yushi, he knew the longer he put it off, the bigger the deal the Japanese kid would make of it.
"Schu? Help me write a story?" He was startled out of his thoughts by a tugging on his sleeve, and looked over to see Nagi standing in front of him.
"What was that?"
"I have to write a story, and I can't decide what to write about." Nagi climbed onto one of the chairs, kneeling on it so he could reach the table top properly. Schu smiled, scooting his chair closer to Nagi's.
"Got any ideas?"
"Well, I was thinking... No." Nagi sighed in frustration, setting his pencil down. Of all of his school subjects, composition seemed to be his worst.
"Why don't you write about a little boy who has special powers to move things with his mind?" Nagi looked at Schu with a shocked expression.
"No! Bradley says we can't talk about us."
"Nobody knows it's about you Nagi. Everyone will think it's all make believe. Besides, this way, you can just write about what you know. Everybody will think you're making it up. It'll be easy." The more Schuldich explained this to Nagi, the more the boy liked the concept. With Schu's guidance, he wrote out a small piece, detailing a day in the life of a boy with the power to move stuff. Nagi was excited with the finished product, hugging the older German boy as tightly as he could.
"You're the best Schu. Thank you." He ran off to his room, placing the finished story in his backpack, leaving Schuldich to remain at the table, thinking about what tomorrow could hold. Hopefully he wouldn't find himself alone with Yushi anytime during the day. He did have to deal with soccer practice after school, but he would stay as far away from Yushi as practice permitted. It would be tough, but he would make do.
"You gonna help me cook supper?" He contemplated the thought a moment, then nodded, wanting something to keep his mind off of tomorrow. He got up, joining Bradley at the counter in order to prepare a meal. He was set to work on making a salad, as he washed lettuce and chopped up cucumber. They didn't often eat salads, but every now and then Bradley liked to pick up some fresh produce at the market. Schu hadn't been big on salads, and it had taken Nagi even longer to accustomize himself to lettuce, but now it was something they all enjoyed. When he finished that, Bradley had him wash a few potatoes, which he then cut up and placed in a frying pan on the stove. Bradley took over everything from there, as Schu stood by and watched him cook. They chatted aimlessly about things, mostly focusing on the tests that Schu would have in the coming month. Estet felt it was time that he could begin accompanying Brad on training missions, and before they began implementing that they wanted to run a few tests on him first, to ensure his powers were up to standard. Schu wasn't worried, but Bradley still cautioned him to not take the tests too lightly, for if they found he had not been progressing well enough, they would take him from Brad's care and place him in Rosenkreuz, where they could train him properly.
Estet had allowed Brad to take control and care of his team, as the American had been able to stress the importance the four of them would play in the future. He had many visions which showed him images of them together, a team strong in it's bonds. He had been surprised at how easy it had been to influence the Elders of this, and never took his freedom with his team for granted. He trained them constantly, yet allowed them to live as normally as they possibly could. But if Schuldich were to begin accompanying him on missions, changes would have to be made in his life, changes that the German boy had not thought about. He really hated the idea of completely immersing the young German into a life of death and violence, but that was just how things had to happen. If he couldn't care for Schuldich, he didn't doubt some pervert at Rosenkreuz would take to him quickly. He cringed as he thought of subjecting his beloved German to the hell he had gone through, and was determined that Schuldich would pass his tests with flying colours, so Estet could be assured they had made the right decisions. He called to the other two as he finished cooking the meal, nudging Schuldich to set the table. As he sat down to eat with his make-shift family, Brad Crawford looked them all over, hoping that his decision had been the right one to make, and that his team would not end up suffering for it later on.
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"So kid, why did you get suspended this time?" Schu looked over at Farfarello, hoping his secret wouldn't come out.
"I got in a fight." Farfarello looked at Schu, winking.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, some stupid kid made some pirate comment. You know how much I hate that. So I hit him."
"You hit him?"
"Really hard." Farfarello grinned proudly, settling himself down on his chair in the living room. Bradley put his paper down, fingers massaging his temple.
"Don't worry Bradley, I'll fix it tomorrow at school. Like I always do." Schu laid his hands on Brad's shoulders, squeezing them. He felt the American's hands cover his, as Brad nodded.
"Of course you will. If only Farf could control his anger, you wouldn't need to. But I suppose that won't happen, will it Farf?" Brad looked over at the Irish boy, who simply grinned back at him.
"Oh come on. I'm being trained to be a lean, mean fighting machine. You should be happy my senses are so explosive." Schu watched as Farfarello further pushed Brad's buttons, certain the American would let out a scream of frustration as he threw his hands in the air.
"You know, I give up. You're right. You got in a fight, yipee. I'm proud." Brad picked his paper back up, his eyes roaming back to the finance section. Schu met Farf's gaze, and watched as the Irish boy mouthed a happy 'I won' in his direction. The German smiled, not daring to laugh. He instead pushed himself away from the couch, heading into the kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge, preparing a small snack to tide him over until supper. He sat at the table and ate, allowing his thoughts to wander aimlessly. He had decided earlier that he was well enough to return to school tomorrow, despite Brad's pleas to remain at the apartment. As much as he dreaded facing Yushi, he knew the longer he put it off, the bigger the deal the Japanese kid would make of it.
"Schu? Help me write a story?" He was startled out of his thoughts by a tugging on his sleeve, and looked over to see Nagi standing in front of him.
"What was that?"
"I have to write a story, and I can't decide what to write about." Nagi climbed onto one of the chairs, kneeling on it so he could reach the table top properly. Schu smiled, scooting his chair closer to Nagi's.
"Got any ideas?"
"Well, I was thinking... No." Nagi sighed in frustration, setting his pencil down. Of all of his school subjects, composition seemed to be his worst.
"Why don't you write about a little boy who has special powers to move things with his mind?" Nagi looked at Schu with a shocked expression.
"No! Bradley says we can't talk about us."
"Nobody knows it's about you Nagi. Everyone will think it's all make believe. Besides, this way, you can just write about what you know. Everybody will think you're making it up. It'll be easy." The more Schuldich explained this to Nagi, the more the boy liked the concept. With Schu's guidance, he wrote out a small piece, detailing a day in the life of a boy with the power to move stuff. Nagi was excited with the finished product, hugging the older German boy as tightly as he could.
"You're the best Schu. Thank you." He ran off to his room, placing the finished story in his backpack, leaving Schuldich to remain at the table, thinking about what tomorrow could hold. Hopefully he wouldn't find himself alone with Yushi anytime during the day. He did have to deal with soccer practice after school, but he would stay as far away from Yushi as practice permitted. It would be tough, but he would make do.
"You gonna help me cook supper?" He contemplated the thought a moment, then nodded, wanting something to keep his mind off of tomorrow. He got up, joining Bradley at the counter in order to prepare a meal. He was set to work on making a salad, as he washed lettuce and chopped up cucumber. They didn't often eat salads, but every now and then Bradley liked to pick up some fresh produce at the market. Schu hadn't been big on salads, and it had taken Nagi even longer to accustomize himself to lettuce, but now it was something they all enjoyed. When he finished that, Bradley had him wash a few potatoes, which he then cut up and placed in a frying pan on the stove. Bradley took over everything from there, as Schu stood by and watched him cook. They chatted aimlessly about things, mostly focusing on the tests that Schu would have in the coming month. Estet felt it was time that he could begin accompanying Brad on training missions, and before they began implementing that they wanted to run a few tests on him first, to ensure his powers were up to standard. Schu wasn't worried, but Bradley still cautioned him to not take the tests too lightly, for if they found he had not been progressing well enough, they would take him from Brad's care and place him in Rosenkreuz, where they could train him properly.
Estet had allowed Brad to take control and care of his team, as the American had been able to stress the importance the four of them would play in the future. He had many visions which showed him images of them together, a team strong in it's bonds. He had been surprised at how easy it had been to influence the Elders of this, and never took his freedom with his team for granted. He trained them constantly, yet allowed them to live as normally as they possibly could. But if Schuldich were to begin accompanying him on missions, changes would have to be made in his life, changes that the German boy had not thought about. He really hated the idea of completely immersing the young German into a life of death and violence, but that was just how things had to happen. If he couldn't care for Schuldich, he didn't doubt some pervert at Rosenkreuz would take to him quickly. He cringed as he thought of subjecting his beloved German to the hell he had gone through, and was determined that Schuldich would pass his tests with flying colours, so Estet could be assured they had made the right decisions. He called to the other two as he finished cooking the meal, nudging Schuldich to set the table. As he sat down to eat with his make-shift family, Brad Crawford looked them all over, hoping that his decision had been the right one to make, and that his team would not end up suffering for it later on.
