A/N: My thanks to everyone who reviewed! I've been told I need to make my
chapters longer...I'll try to in the future, guys, but I do prefer short and
sweet chapters to one's that drag on – we've all read them and I've made a
promise to myself to endeavor not to write them. On a lighter note my two
fav Weiss characters intereact in this chappie and I had great fun writing
it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it
Disclaimer: (Please insert your personal favourite witty disclaimer in here as this author cannot be bothered dreaming up her own however, let it be known she does not wish to be sued.)
Flames Of Insanity – Chapter 9
Schuldig padded down the hall, a steaming mug of coffee in his left hand. As he headed casually down the hall, blatantly ignoring the unhygienic chaos under his feet, a door to his left flung open violently and the German swung his coffee cup swiftly out of harms way. His Irish teammate stalked out, his weapon of choice held clenched in his right hand, it's keen blade stained with the litres of blood that it had spilled . As the taller man passed his the red-head called calmly,
"You killed that cat yesterday..."
Farfarello stopped and whispered a curse before turning around with the grace of a cat, each muscle honed to perfection and battle readiness. He prepared to stalk back into his room, but the wickedly grinning German stopped him. The bladesman's lone, deadened amber eye narrowed in annoyance and the Telepath grinned with glee after he noticed the younger man was reasonably lucid, his attitude was that of one who was merely frustrated. Exactly what the Irishman was frustrated about the red-head didn't care, all he cared about was the fact that he was able to annoy the silver-haired man with a lesser chance of being brutally impaled and then hung from the ceiling by his entrails.
With a grin the devil himself couldn't lay claim to Schuldig lifted the coffee cup to his lips and took a sip before saying calmly,
"Braddie's got a girlfriend..."
The taller man's face showed no signs that he had either heard or cared however, the German noticed the younger man's hand clench a little tighter around his blade in annoyance that the Telepath was blocking him for seemingly trivial matters. Schuldig's grin broadened and he casually took another sip before saying,
"She's pretty cute..."
Farfarello's visible eye narrowed again, but Schuldig wasn't daunted in the slightest as he continued on,
"He's gone to see her..."
The Irishman's teeth gritted in annoyance and he made to move around the German, but the older man was swifter and blocked him again.
"Do you know what Nagi likes to eat? 'Cause I have no id-"
Farfarello slammed his shoulder into the Telepath who slid backwards a few feet, dust and grit rising in a cloud from the once- cream- coloured carpet. Schuldig looked at his coffee mug and miraculously hadn't spilt a drop, he shrugged and took a sip before saying, his eyes on his coffee,
"Jesus Christ, Farf, just trying to make conversation..."
At the sound of the German's curse the taller, stronger man gave Schuldig a sharp elbow in the stomach which promptly winded the red-head and temporarily stemmed his over-intelligent comments, in the choice opportunity Farfarello shouldered past the gaping Telepath to enter his room and slam the door shut.
Still trying to regain his breath the Telepath started to chuckle and it soon escalated to a loud cackle of amusement as air once again filled his lungs. Schuldig lunged at the handle of the mad-mans room, his coffee cup flying from his hands to deposit it's legend upon the already disgusting history of the carpet. He grasped the brass handle triumphantly before slamming the little brass key, which Crawford had handed the all the other occupants except for Farfarello, into the lock and turning it hearing the mechanism click.
Apparently Farfarello noticed as well, because as Schuldig pulled the key out of the door a three foot long shining blade broke through the wooden door, inches away from the German's head. Close enough to make the German start to sweat. His period of fear didn't last as long. He smirked and said, after he had backed a safe distance away from the door,
"Hey Farfarello? You missed!"
Still laughing as he heard Farfarello's frustration taken out on whatever happened to be closest. The red-head kicked open his own bedroom door and strode in before dramatically flinging himself onto his king-size bed. He was silent for a moment before he chuckled again, he quickly stifled it in case Farfarello broke his door down. He giggled evilly and whipped off his canary-yellow bandana and stuffing it into his mouth in an effort to control his gleeful laughter, seconds later he deemed it hopeless and removed the bandana to burst into maniacal laughter.
Disclaimer: (Please insert your personal favourite witty disclaimer in here as this author cannot be bothered dreaming up her own however, let it be known she does not wish to be sued.)
Flames Of Insanity – Chapter 9
Schuldig padded down the hall, a steaming mug of coffee in his left hand. As he headed casually down the hall, blatantly ignoring the unhygienic chaos under his feet, a door to his left flung open violently and the German swung his coffee cup swiftly out of harms way. His Irish teammate stalked out, his weapon of choice held clenched in his right hand, it's keen blade stained with the litres of blood that it had spilled . As the taller man passed his the red-head called calmly,
"You killed that cat yesterday..."
Farfarello stopped and whispered a curse before turning around with the grace of a cat, each muscle honed to perfection and battle readiness. He prepared to stalk back into his room, but the wickedly grinning German stopped him. The bladesman's lone, deadened amber eye narrowed in annoyance and the Telepath grinned with glee after he noticed the younger man was reasonably lucid, his attitude was that of one who was merely frustrated. Exactly what the Irishman was frustrated about the red-head didn't care, all he cared about was the fact that he was able to annoy the silver-haired man with a lesser chance of being brutally impaled and then hung from the ceiling by his entrails.
With a grin the devil himself couldn't lay claim to Schuldig lifted the coffee cup to his lips and took a sip before saying calmly,
"Braddie's got a girlfriend..."
The taller man's face showed no signs that he had either heard or cared however, the German noticed the younger man's hand clench a little tighter around his blade in annoyance that the Telepath was blocking him for seemingly trivial matters. Schuldig's grin broadened and he casually took another sip before saying,
"She's pretty cute..."
Farfarello's visible eye narrowed again, but Schuldig wasn't daunted in the slightest as he continued on,
"He's gone to see her..."
The Irishman's teeth gritted in annoyance and he made to move around the German, but the older man was swifter and blocked him again.
"Do you know what Nagi likes to eat? 'Cause I have no id-"
Farfarello slammed his shoulder into the Telepath who slid backwards a few feet, dust and grit rising in a cloud from the once- cream- coloured carpet. Schuldig looked at his coffee mug and miraculously hadn't spilt a drop, he shrugged and took a sip before saying, his eyes on his coffee,
"Jesus Christ, Farf, just trying to make conversation..."
At the sound of the German's curse the taller, stronger man gave Schuldig a sharp elbow in the stomach which promptly winded the red-head and temporarily stemmed his over-intelligent comments, in the choice opportunity Farfarello shouldered past the gaping Telepath to enter his room and slam the door shut.
Still trying to regain his breath the Telepath started to chuckle and it soon escalated to a loud cackle of amusement as air once again filled his lungs. Schuldig lunged at the handle of the mad-mans room, his coffee cup flying from his hands to deposit it's legend upon the already disgusting history of the carpet. He grasped the brass handle triumphantly before slamming the little brass key, which Crawford had handed the all the other occupants except for Farfarello, into the lock and turning it hearing the mechanism click.
Apparently Farfarello noticed as well, because as Schuldig pulled the key out of the door a three foot long shining blade broke through the wooden door, inches away from the German's head. Close enough to make the German start to sweat. His period of fear didn't last as long. He smirked and said, after he had backed a safe distance away from the door,
"Hey Farfarello? You missed!"
Still laughing as he heard Farfarello's frustration taken out on whatever happened to be closest. The red-head kicked open his own bedroom door and strode in before dramatically flinging himself onto his king-size bed. He was silent for a moment before he chuckled again, he quickly stifled it in case Farfarello broke his door down. He giggled evilly and whipped off his canary-yellow bandana and stuffing it into his mouth in an effort to control his gleeful laughter, seconds later he deemed it hopeless and removed the bandana to burst into maniacal laughter.