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Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Project Weiss own all character and concepts. I do however own Julianna Mavericks and any other OC's I decide to create. If you feel the need to use any of my OC's please notify me first and credit them.
Flames Of Insanity – Chapter 10
Nagi closed the front door behind him, the sound of laughter reaching his ears. Rolling his navy eyes the teen walked towards the lounge – if Schuldig was laughing the Telekinetic teen would rather not be anywhere near him. Instead he sat down on the couch, ignoring the small writhing knot of hunger that had started to tickle his gut. The youngest Schwarz member looked around the room, searching for the remote.
He generally didn't watch television, preferring the vast expanse of telephone connections that was the Internet to crying over sappy soap opera's. However, if Schuldig was in a more evil mood than normal and judging by the laughter and various crashes from upstairs he was, it usually turned out to be safer to put as much distance between yourself and the Telepath as possible. Not those mere walls deterred the German. Nagi had found out both things the hard way.
The Japanese boy finally spied the remote, sitting on the kitchen bench where someone had placed it. Raising a hand and barely having to close his eyes in concentration the remote shot off the bench to slap into the teens outstretched hand. From across the room the television guide jumping with a rustle of papers and landed neatly on the couch next to the dark haired teen. One glance at the guide told the intelligent boy why the remote had been on the mahogany bench and who had put it there – 'Iron Wok Chef Marathon – 6 hours of the best battles and never before seen footage from Japan's favourite cooking masters!'
Nagi wondered briefly if Farfarello had bothered to leave any of the dishes he had whipped up, naturally with a lot of knife brandishing. He quickly dismissed the idea, the Irishman was known to "improvise" to create recipes more appealing to his own "unique" tastes and Nagi, quite rightly, didn't trust them to match his own. He lazily pressed a button on the remote manually, thankful for the noise. Schuldig had stopped laughing and only the occasional thud or smash from Farfarello's room broke the silence. Unfortunately it also made the red-head become aware of his presence...
Good afternoon, Master Naoe, Mister Crawford is away on business at the moment so feel free to -
The Telepathic greeting was brought to an abrupt end when the teen slammed up his mental shields with surprising speed and force – another thing he had learnt the hard way.
"What was that for?" A familiar voice said from the stair before he shot in and picked up the remote and glanced at the TV, raising a copper coloured eyebrow,
"Chibi, why're you watching this? You should watch some "decent" TV...!"
The Telepath said changing the channel from the renovations program to something Nagi decided he didn't want to watch...there was slightly too much naked flesh for his liking. He decided he would be safer if he left to go to his room and onto the Internet – away from the Telepath. However, as he approached the stairs, it appeared as if the Telepath was blocking his way. Schuldig raised an eyebrow and said with a grin that was steadily widening by the second,
"Can I at least finish my important notice?"
Nagi groaned inwardly as he quickly contemplated the possibilities in his currently well-shielded mind. Schuldig either had a) something actually important to tell him or b) it was going to be something completely pointless designed to annoy the teen. Knowing the Telepath well Nagi was tempted to go with the latter option until he remembered the Telepath's first comment of,
'Mr. Crawford is away on business...'
Maybe he'd better listen, slowly glaring at the Telepath, navy eyes meeting equally dark blues, he nodded slowly. Schuldig grinned openly and said,
"Well...guess!"
Nagi fumed inwardly and the banister next to him began to shake, though no- one was touching it, Schuldig's eyes flicked to the banister and he seemed to decide that he could push the kid a little more as he said,
"Go on, chibi, I didn't hear your guess!"
The banister crashed free of the balcony, uprooting the edges of the cream coloured carpet and sending up a cloud of various disgusting, rotten and stench filled items and remnants that rose and whirled around the two assassin's ankles. Meanwhile the banister landed with a crash in the hall below, sending splintered wood shards flying to shatter the various glass ornaments, mirrors and photographs Crawford had neatly arranged in that hall so that if unwanted doorknockers arrived they would see a seemingly normal upper-class suburban entrance hall. Schuldig carefully stepped away from the now banister-less ledge and looked over at the chaos below and said,
"Nice job...you can clean up."
Both Schwarz members then heard a key fitted into the front door lock, Nagi froze eyes widening slightly as he looked at the shattered remains of what was once their entrance hall. Schuldig started to laugh again.
Crawford stood on the doorstep to the house the Schwarz members resided in at the moment. It was a reasonably new addition to their never-ending supply of luxuries. Crawford and his new recruit had barely spoken on the way home. Anna keeping her feet on the dashboard – much to Crawford's disgust, and Crawford ignoring her under the pretence of needing to concentrate on the myriad of 'driving hazards' presented by the 'other drivers' on the deserted back streets they encountered on the journey. He didn't think she had been convinced, frankly, neither had he.
He slipped the key into the lock, Anna leaning against the brick wall watching with a bored expression on her face. Crawford gritted his teeth, ignored it and prayed to anything and everything that could possibly be able to help him that the house and it's inhabitants were acting in some semblance of normality.
The Gods were obviously out at lunch.
A/N: I'm working on writing longer chapters – honest guys! Can you R&R anyway?!
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Project Weiss own all character and concepts. I do however own Julianna Mavericks and any other OC's I decide to create. If you feel the need to use any of my OC's please notify me first and credit them.
Flames Of Insanity – Chapter 10
Nagi closed the front door behind him, the sound of laughter reaching his ears. Rolling his navy eyes the teen walked towards the lounge – if Schuldig was laughing the Telekinetic teen would rather not be anywhere near him. Instead he sat down on the couch, ignoring the small writhing knot of hunger that had started to tickle his gut. The youngest Schwarz member looked around the room, searching for the remote.
He generally didn't watch television, preferring the vast expanse of telephone connections that was the Internet to crying over sappy soap opera's. However, if Schuldig was in a more evil mood than normal and judging by the laughter and various crashes from upstairs he was, it usually turned out to be safer to put as much distance between yourself and the Telepath as possible. Not those mere walls deterred the German. Nagi had found out both things the hard way.
The Japanese boy finally spied the remote, sitting on the kitchen bench where someone had placed it. Raising a hand and barely having to close his eyes in concentration the remote shot off the bench to slap into the teens outstretched hand. From across the room the television guide jumping with a rustle of papers and landed neatly on the couch next to the dark haired teen. One glance at the guide told the intelligent boy why the remote had been on the mahogany bench and who had put it there – 'Iron Wok Chef Marathon – 6 hours of the best battles and never before seen footage from Japan's favourite cooking masters!'
Nagi wondered briefly if Farfarello had bothered to leave any of the dishes he had whipped up, naturally with a lot of knife brandishing. He quickly dismissed the idea, the Irishman was known to "improvise" to create recipes more appealing to his own "unique" tastes and Nagi, quite rightly, didn't trust them to match his own. He lazily pressed a button on the remote manually, thankful for the noise. Schuldig had stopped laughing and only the occasional thud or smash from Farfarello's room broke the silence. Unfortunately it also made the red-head become aware of his presence...
Good afternoon, Master Naoe, Mister Crawford is away on business at the moment so feel free to -
The Telepathic greeting was brought to an abrupt end when the teen slammed up his mental shields with surprising speed and force – another thing he had learnt the hard way.
"What was that for?" A familiar voice said from the stair before he shot in and picked up the remote and glanced at the TV, raising a copper coloured eyebrow,
"Chibi, why're you watching this? You should watch some "decent" TV...!"
The Telepath said changing the channel from the renovations program to something Nagi decided he didn't want to watch...there was slightly too much naked flesh for his liking. He decided he would be safer if he left to go to his room and onto the Internet – away from the Telepath. However, as he approached the stairs, it appeared as if the Telepath was blocking his way. Schuldig raised an eyebrow and said with a grin that was steadily widening by the second,
"Can I at least finish my important notice?"
Nagi groaned inwardly as he quickly contemplated the possibilities in his currently well-shielded mind. Schuldig either had a) something actually important to tell him or b) it was going to be something completely pointless designed to annoy the teen. Knowing the Telepath well Nagi was tempted to go with the latter option until he remembered the Telepath's first comment of,
'Mr. Crawford is away on business...'
Maybe he'd better listen, slowly glaring at the Telepath, navy eyes meeting equally dark blues, he nodded slowly. Schuldig grinned openly and said,
"Well...guess!"
Nagi fumed inwardly and the banister next to him began to shake, though no- one was touching it, Schuldig's eyes flicked to the banister and he seemed to decide that he could push the kid a little more as he said,
"Go on, chibi, I didn't hear your guess!"
The banister crashed free of the balcony, uprooting the edges of the cream coloured carpet and sending up a cloud of various disgusting, rotten and stench filled items and remnants that rose and whirled around the two assassin's ankles. Meanwhile the banister landed with a crash in the hall below, sending splintered wood shards flying to shatter the various glass ornaments, mirrors and photographs Crawford had neatly arranged in that hall so that if unwanted doorknockers arrived they would see a seemingly normal upper-class suburban entrance hall. Schuldig carefully stepped away from the now banister-less ledge and looked over at the chaos below and said,
"Nice job...you can clean up."
Both Schwarz members then heard a key fitted into the front door lock, Nagi froze eyes widening slightly as he looked at the shattered remains of what was once their entrance hall. Schuldig started to laugh again.
Crawford stood on the doorstep to the house the Schwarz members resided in at the moment. It was a reasonably new addition to their never-ending supply of luxuries. Crawford and his new recruit had barely spoken on the way home. Anna keeping her feet on the dashboard – much to Crawford's disgust, and Crawford ignoring her under the pretence of needing to concentrate on the myriad of 'driving hazards' presented by the 'other drivers' on the deserted back streets they encountered on the journey. He didn't think she had been convinced, frankly, neither had he.
He slipped the key into the lock, Anna leaning against the brick wall watching with a bored expression on her face. Crawford gritted his teeth, ignored it and prayed to anything and everything that could possibly be able to help him that the house and it's inhabitants were acting in some semblance of normality.
The Gods were obviously out at lunch.
A/N: I'm working on writing longer chapters – honest guys! Can you R&R anyway?!