A/N: Once again thank you to those who reviewed!! It's great to hear feed-
back -
Alexis: Schu really is cute when he's teasing isn't he?! ^_^ I'm having a lot of fun writing him in, but I have to remember that he has a (very small I admit) serious side.
AkariRyu: I personally felt that Crawford was really OOC there - but I felt it was appropriate to put in considering the circumstances, I'll try and make him a little more in character in future ^_^
This chapter is fairly short and could probably be stuck onto the next one to make one big long chapter - but you get what you're given! (Mwahahaha - that's my pathetic attempt at an evil laugh, I'll get Schu in to do it next time or maybe Farf could put in a 'yeyeye') What am I babbling on for?! Enjoy this chappie!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Weiss (or Schwarz) or anything remotely related to them. I am not doing this for profit (wouldn't it be cool if you could get paid for writing fan-fics?! ^_^)*ahem* I am merely borrowing these wonderfully colourful characters for my own writing pleasure - don't deny a fan- girl her fun by suing her! Oh and by the way - I don't own Band- Aid either!
"Flames Of Insanity"
Chapter 3
Crawford took his first good look at the sheet the grinning German had waved in front of his nose, in the top right hand corner was a colour head- shot photo of a girl. She had shoulder length jet- black hair, bright blue eyes and a white, almost ashen complexion complete with a stubborn, square jaw, which gave her a distinct gothic look. The American scowled, thinking to himself that the photo may as well have been in black and white for all the colour in it, he held out a hand - complete with adorning Band Aid,
"Never mind Schuldig."
However, a Telepath is never someone who takes being told "never mind" lightly, and Schuldig was no exception. He slowly pulled the sheet back towards himself before flipping it over again with a sinister snicker,
"New girlfriend, eh?"
The German raised his sapphire blue eyes to look at the older man, continuing to smirk and made his next comment,
"I didn't know dating agencies made a habit of faxing details out."
The American lowered his blue-black eyebrows and said firmly, his hand still extended,
"Give it back, Schuldig."
The German kept up a steady, almost expressionless eye contact for a few seconds before slowly raising one russet- coloured eyebrows and slowly shaking his head from side to side, one corner of his mouth raised slightly in a smirk,
"Schuldig."
Crawford's voice held more than a hint of warning, the German paused for a moment before flicking his dancing eyes to the sheet and back at his fellow Schwarz member. Crawford was wary as soon as he saw the Telepath raise his eyes again, they were slightly wide and the older man readied himself for the German's next remark, which was spoken in mock horror,
"Braddie, I know they're hot when they're young - but 17?!"
The German happily watched his "prey" for a reaction - he didn't have to wait long. Whatever Crawford had been expecting it wasn't that. He simply stared at the German for a moment before leaping forward and snatching the piece of paper out of the redhead's hands with a snapped,
"17?"
Schuldig was looking as serious and concerned as his mischievous self would allow particularly when he was reeling from the leader's sudden actions. Under the circumstances the German felt obliged to say something that ran as close to the lines of sympathy as he could manage - in other words he said the first thing that came into his head,
"Don't worry, Braddie, I'm sure if you rang them back and told them you were after something older they'd be more than happy to help."
Crawford slowly raised his eyes to look at the German, their gaze was so cold that not even Schuldig could withstand it. He slowly smiled before shrugging and turning to head for the door.
Crawford was seething with rage, there was no way Rosenkreuz would accept a 17-year-old, even if they were Pyrokinetic - they were too set in their ways then, no good. The bastard had deceived him and if there was one thing the precognitive man hated it was being deceived. (The fact that he prided himself in deceiving others was a different matter entirely.).
The office door clicked closed and Crawford noticed that the red-haired Telepath had left the room. He whirled around, as if looking for someone to blame, when his hate filled eyes fell upon "Schuldig's Fax Machine". In an instant the American's usual impassive exterior returned as he purposefully covered the distance between himself and the machine. He plucked the carefully printed sheets out and placed then in a neat stack upon a nearby filing cabinet. He then tugged the various wires and cords trailing from the back of the sleek, grey object, removing them. After this he calmly opened the window, picked up the fax machine, the infernal new carrying fax machine, before casually dropping it out of the window.
A/N: Ah well that's pretty much got my intro out of the way - finally! Stay tuned for the next installment of what I hope doesn't drag on forever (unless of course the readers *want* it to.)! Next chapter should be posted soon - I'm on a roll at the moment so enjoy it while it lasts! I'll have jinxed it now and I'll get writing block for a week, or two, or three.^_^;;
Alexis: Schu really is cute when he's teasing isn't he?! ^_^ I'm having a lot of fun writing him in, but I have to remember that he has a (very small I admit) serious side.
AkariRyu: I personally felt that Crawford was really OOC there - but I felt it was appropriate to put in considering the circumstances, I'll try and make him a little more in character in future ^_^
This chapter is fairly short and could probably be stuck onto the next one to make one big long chapter - but you get what you're given! (Mwahahaha - that's my pathetic attempt at an evil laugh, I'll get Schu in to do it next time or maybe Farf could put in a 'yeyeye') What am I babbling on for?! Enjoy this chappie!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Weiss (or Schwarz) or anything remotely related to them. I am not doing this for profit (wouldn't it be cool if you could get paid for writing fan-fics?! ^_^)*ahem* I am merely borrowing these wonderfully colourful characters for my own writing pleasure - don't deny a fan- girl her fun by suing her! Oh and by the way - I don't own Band- Aid either!
"Flames Of Insanity"
Chapter 3
Crawford took his first good look at the sheet the grinning German had waved in front of his nose, in the top right hand corner was a colour head- shot photo of a girl. She had shoulder length jet- black hair, bright blue eyes and a white, almost ashen complexion complete with a stubborn, square jaw, which gave her a distinct gothic look. The American scowled, thinking to himself that the photo may as well have been in black and white for all the colour in it, he held out a hand - complete with adorning Band Aid,
"Never mind Schuldig."
However, a Telepath is never someone who takes being told "never mind" lightly, and Schuldig was no exception. He slowly pulled the sheet back towards himself before flipping it over again with a sinister snicker,
"New girlfriend, eh?"
The German raised his sapphire blue eyes to look at the older man, continuing to smirk and made his next comment,
"I didn't know dating agencies made a habit of faxing details out."
The American lowered his blue-black eyebrows and said firmly, his hand still extended,
"Give it back, Schuldig."
The German kept up a steady, almost expressionless eye contact for a few seconds before slowly raising one russet- coloured eyebrows and slowly shaking his head from side to side, one corner of his mouth raised slightly in a smirk,
"Schuldig."
Crawford's voice held more than a hint of warning, the German paused for a moment before flicking his dancing eyes to the sheet and back at his fellow Schwarz member. Crawford was wary as soon as he saw the Telepath raise his eyes again, they were slightly wide and the older man readied himself for the German's next remark, which was spoken in mock horror,
"Braddie, I know they're hot when they're young - but 17?!"
The German happily watched his "prey" for a reaction - he didn't have to wait long. Whatever Crawford had been expecting it wasn't that. He simply stared at the German for a moment before leaping forward and snatching the piece of paper out of the redhead's hands with a snapped,
"17?"
Schuldig was looking as serious and concerned as his mischievous self would allow particularly when he was reeling from the leader's sudden actions. Under the circumstances the German felt obliged to say something that ran as close to the lines of sympathy as he could manage - in other words he said the first thing that came into his head,
"Don't worry, Braddie, I'm sure if you rang them back and told them you were after something older they'd be more than happy to help."
Crawford slowly raised his eyes to look at the German, their gaze was so cold that not even Schuldig could withstand it. He slowly smiled before shrugging and turning to head for the door.
Crawford was seething with rage, there was no way Rosenkreuz would accept a 17-year-old, even if they were Pyrokinetic - they were too set in their ways then, no good. The bastard had deceived him and if there was one thing the precognitive man hated it was being deceived. (The fact that he prided himself in deceiving others was a different matter entirely.).
The office door clicked closed and Crawford noticed that the red-haired Telepath had left the room. He whirled around, as if looking for someone to blame, when his hate filled eyes fell upon "Schuldig's Fax Machine". In an instant the American's usual impassive exterior returned as he purposefully covered the distance between himself and the machine. He plucked the carefully printed sheets out and placed then in a neat stack upon a nearby filing cabinet. He then tugged the various wires and cords trailing from the back of the sleek, grey object, removing them. After this he calmly opened the window, picked up the fax machine, the infernal new carrying fax machine, before casually dropping it out of the window.
A/N: Ah well that's pretty much got my intro out of the way - finally! Stay tuned for the next installment of what I hope doesn't drag on forever (unless of course the readers *want* it to.)! Next chapter should be posted soon - I'm on a roll at the moment so enjoy it while it lasts! I'll have jinxed it now and I'll get writing block for a week, or two, or three.^_^;;