Disclaimers/ warnings: You know where to find them.
A/N: Wow! I got so much support for the first chapter! It's awesome! Thanks to everybody who reviewed. I didn't know there were so many S/Y fans out there! Hm. . . maybe I'll start working it into my stories more often! Anyway, thanks again. Please review if it's worth it!
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That very same day, on the opposite side of Tokyo, in a large apartment complex with 45 stories and thousands of tenants, Schuldig looked out the window and sighed. He was sooooooooooo bored. Farfello was currently hanging from the living room ceiling and screaming obscenities; Nagi was having another teenage mood swing and slamming doors so hard he'd already shattered four windows. Brad was sitting on the couch, reading his paper contentedly and ignoring his teammates. Like he said, bo~ring.
Suddenly, out of the corner or his eye, he saw Brad perk up. The businessman set the paper down and reached for the phone, a semi-devious smirk settling across his lips. Schuldig grinned. The phone rang, and it was in Brad's hand before the sound even reached the carrot-top German at the window.
"Yes," Brad answered to the caller's unasked question, "I know exactly what you're offering and I would very much like to be a part of it. Yes. Only one. Thank you." With that, he set the phone down. Schuldig beamed at him, then plopped down next to him - okay, onto him - and smiled gleefully. Brad pushed him off onto the floor, then settled the glasses back up his nose and smiled condescendingly.
"Schuldig," he said, clearly pleased with himself, "How would you like to take a special mission - to America?" Schuldig started.
"America? But I don't speak English, Bradley - at least, not very well. You're the fluent one here. Why don't you take it?" Brad sighed, and Schuldig knew the older man was holding on to his patience as hard as he could.
"I foresee that I would be more useful here - only you can accomplish this mission successfully." Schuldig winked at him.
"Well, anything for you, Bradley," he murmured, patting his leader's knee. Brad kicked at him. Then the man stood up, grinning down at him.
"Lovely. I'll arrange for your luggage and traveling necessities to be packed." He moved for the phone again, but Schuldig stopped him.
"Bradley? I know you're stingy when it comes to traveling, but do you think you could give me a little extra? For. . . unforeseen expenses?"
Brad blinked. Then he laughed. He laughed long and loud and deep and evilly. Finally he stopped and smirked at Schuldig. "Tell you what," he practically cooed. "I'll quadruple it."
Schuldig blinked in surprise as Brad wandered out of the room, still cackling. He suddenly had a very, very bad feeling about all this.
End Lesson 2
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Nagi: So, Yohji, what did you learn today?
Yohji: Brad's a lot eviler than I gave him credit for.
Schuldig: Why? What's he gonna do to me?
Farfello: You'll just have to wait and find out!
Brad: Like all the other readers. Review please.
A/N: Sorry about the short chapter. I wanted to get the setup for Schuldig off but school's really heinous right now. The next one should be longer, I hope.
A/N: Wow! I got so much support for the first chapter! It's awesome! Thanks to everybody who reviewed. I didn't know there were so many S/Y fans out there! Hm. . . maybe I'll start working it into my stories more often! Anyway, thanks again. Please review if it's worth it!
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That very same day, on the opposite side of Tokyo, in a large apartment complex with 45 stories and thousands of tenants, Schuldig looked out the window and sighed. He was sooooooooooo bored. Farfello was currently hanging from the living room ceiling and screaming obscenities; Nagi was having another teenage mood swing and slamming doors so hard he'd already shattered four windows. Brad was sitting on the couch, reading his paper contentedly and ignoring his teammates. Like he said, bo~ring.
Suddenly, out of the corner or his eye, he saw Brad perk up. The businessman set the paper down and reached for the phone, a semi-devious smirk settling across his lips. Schuldig grinned. The phone rang, and it was in Brad's hand before the sound even reached the carrot-top German at the window.
"Yes," Brad answered to the caller's unasked question, "I know exactly what you're offering and I would very much like to be a part of it. Yes. Only one. Thank you." With that, he set the phone down. Schuldig beamed at him, then plopped down next to him - okay, onto him - and smiled gleefully. Brad pushed him off onto the floor, then settled the glasses back up his nose and smiled condescendingly.
"Schuldig," he said, clearly pleased with himself, "How would you like to take a special mission - to America?" Schuldig started.
"America? But I don't speak English, Bradley - at least, not very well. You're the fluent one here. Why don't you take it?" Brad sighed, and Schuldig knew the older man was holding on to his patience as hard as he could.
"I foresee that I would be more useful here - only you can accomplish this mission successfully." Schuldig winked at him.
"Well, anything for you, Bradley," he murmured, patting his leader's knee. Brad kicked at him. Then the man stood up, grinning down at him.
"Lovely. I'll arrange for your luggage and traveling necessities to be packed." He moved for the phone again, but Schuldig stopped him.
"Bradley? I know you're stingy when it comes to traveling, but do you think you could give me a little extra? For. . . unforeseen expenses?"
Brad blinked. Then he laughed. He laughed long and loud and deep and evilly. Finally he stopped and smirked at Schuldig. "Tell you what," he practically cooed. "I'll quadruple it."
Schuldig blinked in surprise as Brad wandered out of the room, still cackling. He suddenly had a very, very bad feeling about all this.
End Lesson 2
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Nagi: So, Yohji, what did you learn today?
Yohji: Brad's a lot eviler than I gave him credit for.
Schuldig: Why? What's he gonna do to me?
Farfello: You'll just have to wait and find out!
Brad: Like all the other readers. Review please.
A/N: Sorry about the short chapter. I wanted to get the setup for Schuldig off but school's really heinous right now. The next one should be longer, I hope.