Disclaimer: Not mine, never going to be mine, etc. Doesn't stop me from messing with them though.

Warning: Yaoi and lots of it, lime, OOCness, since I've never read the manga nor seen the series. OC. Angst, mild depression.

A/N: Just read and enjoy. I know I'm really, really slow but I can't help it. I'm busy right now. This is second priority. Gomen. Please read and review if you like. Please do not flame.

Schuldich went downstairs for his morning cup of coffee at around 10, uncharacteristically early for him. As he got there, he saw Crawford reading his newspaper. He opened his mouth to say something to him, only to be cut off.

"Go get packed," Crawford said without even looking up to see who it was.

"What?" Schuldich asked.

"I booked our flight to Germany last month. We are leaving at 3 this afternoon. Everything is to be ready before then. I will not tolerate tardiness, not this time."

"You saw this coming, didn't you?" Schuldich asked acusingly.

"Of couse, Crawford replied. "And since this is your little adventure, you get to get Farfarello ready to go."

"Fine," Schuldich turned and headed back up the stairs. He was just about to tell Nagi to do the work when Nagi initiated contact.

/Oh no you don't. I'm still sore from last night (Anna-chan blushes deep red somewhere). /You will do all the work this time and I'm going to sleep for another 2 hours since you kept me up all night./ With that, Nagi slammed his mental shield down with great force.

Schuldich mentally cursed everyone before heading for Farfarello's room.

Schuldich got off the plane when they landed in Germany first, pulling an unwilling Farfarello behind him. For some reason Farfarello seemed particularly violent on this trip. All through the flight, he tried to get away from his teammates; twice he was found with a knife in his hands. Schuldich was so annoyed, he contemplated shoving his teammate off the airplane.

What's worse is Crawford and Nagi absolutely flatly refused to help him. He tried everything. He tried bribing, seducing, bullying, threatening, blackmailing, everything that ever worked. He even tried to ask nicely. Nothing worked. Finally, Schuldich was forced to crack his teammate on the scull so he'd sleep for the last 2 hours of the ride. He was sure a flight attendant saw him do it and the people sitting near him must have heard the cracking sound but for some reason they never said anything. They must have gotten tired of the Farf too.

Now they have arrived and Schuldich dragged the bound Farfarello behind him as he goes to get the luggage, most of which is his. Schuldich silently vowed that he'd bind and gag Farfarello to the first tree strong enough to hold him and that he'd carve Crawford and Nagi up into hand-sized pieces first chance he had. Cursing fluently in every language he knew, he made his way to the luggage. Nagi showed up with the baggage cart, the first useful thing he did all trip and took charge of Farfarello while Schuldich hauled their luggage onto the cart. Just as he finished, Crawford showed up.

"Where'd you go?" Schuldich snarled at him.

"I went to hail us a cab. Come, I've arranged for our hotel. We will go there now," he motioned for his teammates to follow him. Through years of set habits they did, though Schuldig continuously cursed under his breath in every language he knew. His language caused raised eyebrows and blushes from many people who spoke different languages.



Their hotel accommodations pleased Schuldich much more than their airplane accommodations and by the end of the day, he was actually whistling a German tune happily as he trolled down the hall. Schuldich and Nagi had to share a room, there was no question about it. That left a very flustered Crawford with a very excited Farfarello. Crawford had settled on chaining Farfarello to the bed and heavily sedating him before going to bed. It was a good thing Crawford's gift would warn him before his teammate did anything very wrong or no one would be able to sleep at night.

Schuldig entered the room he shared with Nagi. Inside his lover had just finished showering and is now sitting on the bed with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Using another towel, the Japanese boy vigorously toweled his wet hair. His attention was absorbed by the television.

"You know, I know a better way to dry one's hair," Schuldich said in his usual nasal voice.

Nagi spun around to face him. "You're back," he said.

"I got someone to take our baggage over to Crawford's room. No one will come to bug us all night," he replied, strolling toward Nagi with a smirk on his face. He reached out and cupped Nagi's chin in his hand. Bending down, he gave Nagi a gentle kiss that asked but did not demand Nagi to yield to the exploring tongue. After a brief struggle, Nagi gave in, parting his teeth to allow the exploring tongue to plunder his mouth. Schuldich smirked against his mouth.

/I know you want me,/ he whispered into Nagi's mind. He cradled the back of Nagi's head with

one hand and gropped for the towel around Nagi's waist with the other. Nagi's rubbed his hands on Schuldich's chest and linked his fingers around Schuldich's neck. Schuldich made an impatient noise, jerks away from him for a moment and yanks the towel from the younger man's waist.

Nagi yelps in surprise. He is spun half way around as the towel leaves his body and lands on his face on the bed. He spun quickly around and made to get up but found he couldn't due to the fact that Schuldich was straddling his waist again, the bulge in his pants pushing against his stomach. Schuldich began nibbling on Nagi's ear and Nagi moaned into Schuldich's shoulders. His delicate hands gripped the fabric, clinging to the small of Schuldich's back.

There was a knock on the door. Schuldich bit his lip in annoyance.

"Just ignore them," he whispered and continued his administration on Nagi's ear.

"Schuldich don't you even think about ignoring me," a muffled voice said. "I know you're in there."

"Fine!" a very annoyed Schuldich yelled. He strode over to the door and yanked it open as Nagi squeaked and dove for his abandoned towel. The door opened to reveal Crawford standing in the hallway.

"We will be leaving for dinner in 10 minutes. I've already made reservations so don't keep me waiting." With that, he turned and walked away. Schuldich made a rude sign behind his back and slammed the door closed again. He turned around to find Nagi sniggering behind his hand as he got dressed in the clothes he had shed earlier. He glared at him and whacked him in the ass hard. They exited the hotel room with Nagi still rubbing his sore bottom and Schuldich with his annoying smirk on his face.

Schuldich strode into the bright sunlight. Surprisingly enough, he was the first to get up and get ready that morning. He'd wolfed down a big breakfast and left the rest of the gang to take care of them selves. He reached the bottom of the hotel stairs and tapped his foot, impatiently waiting for the rest of the team to get there. Finally, first Nagi then Crawford appeared.

"What took you people so long?!" he opened his mouth to say more but froze. There was something wrong with this picture. He mentally did a headcount. There're only 3 of them.

"Where's Farf?" he asked

/I left him tied to the bed./ Crawford thought at him.

/And why did you do that?/ Schuldig asked back.

/He'll get in the way./ Crawford thought back.

Schuldich thought about this a moment then shrugged and took off down the street.

Now, how do I find her?

//"I'll think of you every day."//

"How do you plan to find her, Schuldich?" Nagi asked.

"I have no idea," Schuldich replied promptly, then sat on a nearby flowerbed and buried his head in his hands.

"Don't you have any clues?" Nagi asked incredulously.

"She promised to think of me every day. Assuming that she kept her promise, I'd have to walk around with my shield completely lowered, scanning every mind in Berlin!" he said in frustration. "I really don't know why I'm even here. Even if I did find her, I won't be sane afterwards! Arg!"

"You haven't even started to search yet. We didn't come all this way just to give up. Come on, tell me about her. Maybe I can think of something you haven't. How old is she?" he asked.

"She's 17 now," Schuldich replied.

"Then she should be in high school, ne? So let's go look in every high school in Berlin. That's gotta be easier than looking at EVERYONE in Berlin, right? We can also get it narrowed down to 17 year olds. There can't be THAT many of them around here."

There is a big pause as Schuldich stared at his lover in astonishment. There was a gleam of hope in his eyes. Nagi took that as a sign of agreement and pulled his lover up and they resumed walking.

"Now, first we need to find a computer I can use. Then, I can start looking for that sister of yours. Not guaranteeing anything but I think we've got a fair chance of getting this thing done. . . ."

Three hours latter, Nagi finally looked at his teammates. His eyes are blurry from gazing at the screen too much and he had a headache that won't go away.

"There are 8 high schools here in Berlin. I've got a list of names of all 17 year olds but I doubt that would help. She might have changed her name. I think our safest bet would be to go to every school and look around. Now, I think we can start now. There's a school just 3 blocks from here."

"No you don't, Nagi. It's lunch time. My sister has waited 13 years, she can wait for an hour while we get food," Schuldich said sternly. He and Crawford steered Nagi out of the computer place and out into the street.

They entered the first restaurant they came to and ordered food. None of them really felt like eating, though. They finished quickly and went on their way.

The school was just getting back from lunch. Students are racing up and down the school, chatting with friends and flirting with each other as they found their classrooms and disappeared into them. Schuldich wandered around the halls, drawing curious glances to him as he went. Five seconds before the final bell rang, all of the doors of the classrooms closed and all the students went inside. Nagi strode up to Schuldich.

"Any luck?" he asked.

"No. None of them thinks remotely like my sister used to and certainly no one's been thinking of me," Schuldich replied. His tune is light but Nagi knew him long enough to know that he was deeply bothered.

"It's all right, Schu. We'll go to the next one," Nagi said and steered his lover out of the school to go to the next one.

And thus, the Shwarz wandered all over Berlin from school to school until they reached the eighth school.

"You know Schu, she might have moved out of Berlin," Nagi said as he grew less confident that they'd find what they were looking for. The only response he got was a curt nod. He was deeply concerned but did not show any outward signs. A Schuldich that actually showed signs of distress was a very bad thing.

They reached their current goal, yet another high school in the vast city of Berlin. It was so like the others, Schuldig would have sworn they were going in circles if he didn't know better. The school had just gotten out and the students were pouring out like ants from a nest. All of their voices - both physical and mental - conspired to give Schuldich a pounding headache. He walked along the front of the school, rubbing his temple and looking at the students. None of them even resembled his sister. Just as he turned away and began to move away, he caught a stray thought.

// "I wonder where Viccy is right now,"// the mind said. // "I wonder if he still thinks of me."//

Schuldich turned with astonished eyes back on the school. The voice seemed to come from very close by. He searched frantically around, looking for the mind that just thought those thoughts. Finally, he found it. Looking up, he spotted a girl standing on the roof of the school's main building. She was looking down but she didn't seem to be seeing anything.

Schuldich raced into the school with the rest of schwarz trailing behind him. He used his astonishing speed to the limit as well as his elbows as he pushed people out of the way. Within seconds, he'd reached the top. Without a second thought, he burst onto the roof.

A/N: In case you're wondering who wrote the last part on my last chappy, it's my muse. My evil muse, to be exact. I have two. One good, one evil. That was the evil one. Please pay no mind to it.