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Chapter 4: Operation Stray Japanese Bobtail (part1)

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The one week following the discovery by Schuldig was not a nice one for the little stray kitten named Nagi. Less than nice, it was worse than usual, pathetic. 'pathetic' Nagi thought to himself. The usual flow of customers had been disrupted by the integration of a new 'upright' police officer into the neighbourhood. Mr policeman seemed hell-bent of clearing the streets of whores an their customers.

Little Nagi had barely made enough money to survive. A blow job or two, but hardly anything more. 'hopefully tonight will be better' sighed the little boy.

" No, tonight will not be better… if you're referring to 'customers' I mean." said a red-headed German from right beside him. Small features twitched. Finding someone so close to you was not a good side. One could always be hurt. The red-head's face looked slightly tired, eyes faded, lips rather pale. The tiny body tensed as if expecting an attack.

" We are not going to hurt you. Schuldig is only telling you the truth." another voice said soothingly as an Armani-clad figure stepped out for an expensive looking car. 'so the guy thinks that he can tell the future eh?'

' No, Crawford does not think that he can tell the future. he can tell the future." an extra emphasis was placed on 'can'. Nagi raised a brow. 'so we have a precognitive and a telepath eh? Things are getting VERY interesting.'

" Yep, very. Ah, now you're wondering where's the catch. What are we up to. What do you have to do with all this."

" I might as well speak out loud, you hear my thoughts anyway." the voice sounded strained.

"come with me, we should sit somewhere warm and comfortable as we chat." said the man. It was a voice not to be defied. It was a voice of authority. This man was no doubt the leader of the two. And the idea of somewhere warm, comfortable, somewhere probably with something to eat and drink was too enticing to ignore. Although alarm bells were going off that these two men were more than what they seem, the prospect of getting out of his current plight brightened his mood a whole lot more, dulled his caution.

Crawford invited the street kid to sit in the car. The interior was beautiful. Leather seats, a small table with drinks. Nagi almost felt guilty that he may be soiling the lovely seat as he sat there in his filthy rags.

" What's your name kid?" asked the German in hideously accentuated Japanese.

" Naoe Nagi." the lithe figure supplied.

" Naoe eh? Lookee here kid, we've got a proposal for you. Willing to hear us out?" asked the red-haired guy.

" Hai. Nan desu ka?" came the soft reply. 'it would be okay to just hear them out first ne?'

"Schuldig, stop battering the child with your proposals first. Wait till he's comfortable. The little thing is nervous enough without you scaring him anymore than he already is." came from the bespectacled American.

Snorting, Schuldig quietened down and started looking a their surroundings through a mostly misted window. The sun hardly shone through the thick fog. Nagi stared at his hands as though he had never seen them before. He felt unusually warm, comfortable. Surely thing could no get more comfortable than they already were ne?

Alas, they could! The black car pulled through at an apartment building in the richer part of town. He followed quietly behind he American as the German nudged him forward from behind.

Author's note: I had to cut this chapter into two cause I am not willing to like post one big chunk like that. The next part will be posted in the next few days as soon as I receive 2 reviews. I mean it. Oh yeah, I think I solved the problem of the writer's block, and wouldn't mind

Schuldig would be fine in the next week. Then they can finally make arrangements for the third member of Schwarz. Then a loud shout resounded through the building, a migraine everybody within a mile radius had. Certainly, a telepath in pain is not a pleasant sight.

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Chapter 4: Operation Stray Japanese Bobtail part 2

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The trio entered through a beautiful pair of oak doors and told a lot to the little boy as to the amount of money hey possess. The carpeted floor was a deep shade of brown, and the house practically screamed Elegance and money. Nagi felt rather guilty for soiling this place with his filthy presence.

Crawford guided the street orphan into a room with a huge black bed, a dressing table, a cupboard, and a door leading to somewhere other than outside.. 'is it another 'job'?'Nagi asked himself.

"Mr Naoe I believe? This shall be your temporary quarters; or permanent, if you agree to the proposal. We shall talk in the morning when you're well rested. Dinner will be in 30 minutes time. Do join us in the dining hall." said Crawford.

"Hai." murmured Nagi. But he was slightly unbelieving. Most people who made him comfortable were only looking to get into is pants. 'relax, little one. We mean you no harm… nor derive sexual pleasures from you. Rest assured.' whispered a voice in Nagi's head. Midnight eyes narrowed. 'Hn, telepath.'

The duo that had invited him into the building exited the room quietly. Nagi entered the adjourning door. Ah, Bathroom. Then he wondered briefly if he could take a bath. He is their guest. Assuring himself, little boy opened the cupboard and noticed a bathroom. shrugging gingerly, Nagi brought it into the bathroom with him. Certainly, a bath as not a luxury to be wasted when the opportunity arises to take one.

The telekinetic then tested the knobs into the bathtub until he figured out how it functioned. He nodded o himself, then stepped into the almost boiling hot water. 'ah… this smell is… blueberry!!!' He almost squealed. Mama used to bathe him with this scent. The smell entered his nostrils and calmed his body bringing back long forgotten memories. They still were a blur. And reassurance sprung forth. At least he had a happy childhood… once. Until they found out… until they found out!

Tears began to well up. It was not the soap. ' I am a monster!' Nagi exclaimed to himself. 'no, No… bakemono ja arimasen! I am not a monster! Yes… I am just gifted, special, unique, they, everybody else is just afraid of me!' his breathing slowed down, calmed down after the sudden onslaught of emotions.

With a jolt of realization, he gasped as he looked around him. Vases were broken, mirrors were shattered. The power. He should have known better than to loose control of himself like that. 'now what?' he asked bitterly. 'too late, clean up first, solve that problem later.' Nagi told himself.

He scrubbed himself clean ,dried up with a huge fluffy towel before throwing on the bathrobe onto himself. The water was drained. Nagi watched, mesmerized. Hen he giggled lightly. 'of course! Of course, all thing will end, the people will die, and return to the void that is the netherworld. Stained people, just like the water.' frowning slightly, 'then again, the water did something for me at least…' Nagi shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. 'che, undesirable.'

He then bounced onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.

"Hey kid, dinner time." said a German accented Japanese voice. Then a head popped through the door. Schuldig allowed himself a small smile as he spotted the kid in the bed fast asleep. The smiled turned into a grin. 'Devil in angel's body, a child. Let the little one sleep.'

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Chapter 4 Part 3 : Operation Japanese Bobtail ( Dedicated to Misura-chan!!!)

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'Yo Brad, Kid's asleep.' Schuldig old Brad. … No response. An eyebrow raised, then fell. After which the telepath was almost overcome by an urge to yell at his leader to give a response. 'Okay, so you've already seen it happening…but… 'Schuldig's ramblings were interrupted with a 'hn.'

The German huffed, visibly frustrated at the lack of response. Foreign feature contorted as he struggled not to scream. 'grrr… he calls that a response! 'he looked strangely like a bird with it's feather fluffed out. (kawaii!!!)

That night, the little 'Angel' slept on undisturbed for the rest of the night. The man who seemed 'brotherly' all of a sudden was dreaming of the future Schwarz… and the unflappable leader, as unflappable as ever, was busy planning the downfall of Esset, and the release of the four gifted into the society which shunned them.

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the sun shone through the full-length window into one of the guest rooms in the Schwarz household ( hmmn… interesting, the 'dark household' ) . it formed a hallow around the head on the child Guilty called 'Angel'.

Naoe Nagi woke up, rubbing the residue of sleeping dust from is midnight eyes. 'huh? Sunlight?' Nagi paused in his actions. After a few second, his brain finally caught up in thinking processes… … … 'ah!!! I was supposed to be with Armani-clad-san for dinner last night!' he exclaimed mentally.

Then again, at the other side of Schwarz household, the telepath smirked knowingly. 'Ah, the horror of thinking that you've made Mr-retentive-ass upset.' he sniggered. If everything went according to plan, he little kid there would be another source of troubles for the stuck-up American.

Schuldig yawned and looked around his room. That of cold turkey had left his room… somewhat… messy. ( according to Schuldig's standards) However, were it up to Bradley Crawford to evaluate, 'messy' would be a definite understatement. He frowned. 'it is a little messy… but I think I'll put it off till the little kid is settle. Yep that's right. Now, to find clean clothes…' in fact, the German had already put off cleaning up his room since… the second week to his staying with Crawford? Then again, it has been a little more messy than usual, being at the brunt of his frustration for the previous week.

dragging himself off is soft bed, Schuldig trudged through pile of 'trash' on the floor to his personal bathroom. The scent of lime assaulted drowsy senses. Schuldig, being VERY picky as to the type of shampoo and soap he used ordered his soap to order. He soaked in the water whilst thinking (again) about Schwarz.

Meanwhile, Bradley Crawford was sitting in the study writing plans and proposals. Thw stack which seemed to pile up to forever consisted of legal affairs such as gaining custody of the boy, school stuff such as fees, books and stationary, tuition, courses such as computer, he had seen that the child was going to be very useful when it came to hacking. And then, there is the issue of paperwork to Esset. Reporting to them about the team's status, the progress in finding more of the 'gifted', and how Schwarz is currently doing, as well as the jobs for them to do.

The spectacles was sitting comfortably on the bridge of his nose, while he sorted though even more paperwork. It was time like these that he wished hat Schuldig could be responsible for *some * amount for paperwork instead of causing trouble, and getting himself high. Hen he thought again, ah… at least Nagi will be of help.

Now, little Nagi slipped on he robe, and looked into the cupboard. He was surprised to find clothes of his size. Mostly uniform-like, but there were several t-shirts, shorts and jean. 'ah… that man is a precognitive, of course.' Naoe put on a pair of boxers, and slipped on a black t-shirt with the word 'the world's a bitch, and she keeps having puppies' in red, and a pair of artfully faded jeans. He looked into a drawer, socks! , and in the other? A few boxes of shoe lay. Apparently new. Nagi felt a little guilty, but he assured himself again. ' I am their guest, I should be made comfortable ne?'

Nodding in affirmative, Nagi pull on white socks and a pair of blue sports shoes. Although he'd never had the comfort of matching his clothes, he did know that black or white dress shoes DID NOT go well with t-shirt and jeans. Besides, looking formal will not make him blend in with the 'street rat' label, and he wasn't sure that he would accept their 'proposal'.

Fully dressed, Nagi decided to give the mansion a tour. He knocked on the door right opposite his room and peered in. tilting his head curiously as he pondered, that was… a padded cell. The kind people put lunatics in. people like the red-head, but do not have the innate ability to shield them from themselves. He boy frowned, did the telepath ever get crazy so that he'll need a straight jacket and a padded cell? He decided not to comment, verbally… nor mentally. Can never tell when your thoughts are being read.

He walked to he next room. There was a sign on the door saying… 'Schu-chan's room' Nagi blinked, looked at the sign… and blinked again. There was a chibi image of he German sitting on the 's'. cherub lips twitched, 'how childish!' nevertheless, he knocked on the door politely before letting himself in.

Now, he was totally aghast. 'How can anyone live in a… a…' Nagi fumbled for a word to describe the room. 'rubbish dump? Landfill?' he weighed the options, then settled for 'landfill'. the sheets were distinctly black, walls painted black with grey and white streaks. Clothes made of leather, lace and god knows what else littered the floor in an unidentified heap. The desk had a silver hi-fi player on it, and was piled with CDs, 'Metallica' decorated the cover of most of them.

There was an adjourning door, leading to what Nagi would have thought to be the bathroom. The sound of water told him that it would not be a good idea to try to open the door. Nagi closed the door quietly behind him as he continued to explore the rest of the house. There were 2 more doors, the living room, which he had already accessed when he walked past it on his day there, and place which should be termed a kitchen, even though there was no visible signs of food in it.

The room closer to Schudig's room was another bedroom. Designed VERY similar to his, he would expect the same man to have decorated his room. The kings sized bed occupied most of the room, an oak wardrobe lay unobtrusively at a corner, and again, another door. 'all the bedrooms seem to have doors, definitely not usual for a house, and why do they need to many rooms? Land is very expensive in Japan. Nevertheless, he went on the look into the last room, Bradley Crawford.

The American was seated comfortably on a leather chair, behind a table, with papers everywhere. A computer occupied some part of the table, but the polished wood was hardly visible underneath eh papers. On the other side of the room, think, THICK file with more papers were placed the 2 shelves. The last 2 pieces of furniture in the room consisted of 3 simply cushion lined chairs opposite brad across the table.

" you are expected, Mr Naoe. But I would think that you are hungry, I think it would be bested that we have breakfast before talking?" Crawford asked Nagi. He needn't have asked to know the answer, but, waiting for the answer would be the more… somewhat polite and 'nicer' way to go about doing it.

"ah." was Nagi's short reply. Then the door opened, and the German stepped in, clad in a leather knee-length jacket over a silken looking green shirt that brought out his eyes, leather pants and white socks. Brad merely nodded. Schuldig moved in a gesture that indicated that he wanted Nagi to follow him.

They had coffee and toast which had seemingly appeared from nowhere. Then settled back into the room Crawford originally found them in to 'discuss'.

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Ende of chapter 4

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