Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz (as much I wouldn't mind), they're claimed by Koyasu Takehito. I do not own Schuldig, as much as I will love to play with that sexy pyscho red-headed German.

Warnings: Some Shounen-ai in the later chapters. Who? ... Depends. Also, this is my first published work of fanfiction, so please R&R!! I want to know what you think and if you've any suggestions...feel free to give them to me, I can take it.

Red....Crimson....BLOOD.

That's all I can see. Like my eyes are clouded with it...but I know they're not. Hell, I can see myself through the kitten's eyes and see they're not red. But damn, do I look good...Never thought Yohji had a thing for men too. But, eh, who cares. I don't. I'm just here to delay him, not fuck him. Though...that isn't exactly a bad idea...I feel my grin broaden.

Yohji hesitates slightly at my new, amused expression. That hesitation costs him. I lean forward, mouth parting to talk to him, but that's not what I intend to actually do. I hear the satisfying thud of the gun hitting the back of his skull and take a step back to make sure he doesn't fall on me. He'd stain my white pants, anyway. Just because I'm not as anal about my clothes as Brad, doesn't mean I'm as weird about blood as Farfarello.

Ah! Speaking of the psycho, I turn my head just in time to watch as he licks blood from his blade. Like me, he wasn't technically able to kill on this mission. That wasn't the purpose of our coming to play with the kitten tonight...we were not meant to weave the dance of death with them...Tonight in any event. But for Farfie...that doesn't mean he can't combine sharp objects with supple flesh. Then again...I can relate to that. Did I ever mention people's thoughts taste like honey? ... It's a lie. They're bitter and foul...and it's hell when they invade my own mind. I lie to the others, putting on a Cheshire grin I know Bradley just can't stand and say it...but I prefer playing with those thoughts more than tasting them.

Like with the playboy here...I had him thinking he was fighting his ex-lover there for a moment...That didn't last very long. The Kittens have too firm a grasp on who's dead and who's alive. Like little Omi...he knows his 'sister' is dead. Ah, but he thinks –I- killed her. True...it was my gun that killed her, but it had Farfie behind the barrel. But they don't care. I can taste Omi's hatred of me, and he's not in this building. It's a horribly foul taste...and I love it. Fear, hatred...I feed on it.

"Mastermind, is Berserker done yet?" The annoyingly crisp, efficient voice that could only be Brad calls me back from my thoughts, yes they were mine and I knew it, as the voice comes through my headset.

I grin, though I know he can't see it. "Ja...He did a pretty good paint job, too..."

Brad's annoyance is almost a tangible thing as he speaks next. "We are done, then. Leave." The connection ends, as I know he turns it off. Not even giving me a 'to the car' or anything like that. Just a "leave". Gah, he was a prick like that. But, I was determined to see what was up his ass...oooh yess....I would.

"Hey, Farfie...C'mon...." I walk over to him even as he continues cleaning his blade. I jerk my thumb towards the exit and he gets the message. I hear his silent footsteps, almost as silent as mine, as he walks behind me. Leaving the walls painted with crimson handprints and bodies on the ground. We are so messy.

I'm sorry it's so short! First chapter...a 'tester' if you will. Please help turn the 'tester' into a full fledged story! ... I'll give you pocky...and mochi!