Hello again! I'm back from my vacation and I had a great time! Given, it
was scorching hot, but overall it was fun! Sorry if I kept you waiting.
Anyways, this chapter will be sort of a continuation of the last chapter,
basically the actual mission. Sorry if I botch it up really bad. It's
really hard to do action stuff.
L'Ananda: Not to worry he wills...in fact Omi won't be the only singing or playing! It most likely will come up soon!
Maiku: Thank you! Yeah, it would be bad if Omi just suddenly died because of his own carelessness.
Osiris-Lee: Yeah, Schuldich and Youji are just meant to bicker with each other. And yes, I will try to fit Aya/Brad in somewhere. It might not be as blatant, but I'll try. Takatori is dead by now, so technically Schwartz is not working for him. I know they go off to do more bad stuff, but this is a bit in the AU area.
Bitterchoco20: I know, but I had to have Schuldich calm down a bit. Thinking about it for awhile, I decided that clubs wouldn't really work well with his telepathy, but I'll make him cope . And yes, nothing can surprise Aya...not even if green monkeys started to take over the world using bananas...
Bugnuks and Crossbows: No problem, I had a feeling that something was cut off. I hate it when does that. Anyways, thank you. I know it's an odd pairing, but actually I think the first fic that I really liked was an Omi/Schuldich pairing and it just kinda stuck onto me. I'm glad you're willing to try a story not for the sake of a pairing, but by the way it interests you. As for his name, I think it's spelled both ways. I'm not quite sure, but many people spell it either Schuldich or Schuldig, I think it may be the Japanese version. It might be a preference thing. I'll go check online. I use whatever spelling I come upon and so I'm sorry if I was wrong.
Warning: Yaoi between Schuldich and Omi, also Aya and Brad as a side on request. People dying.
-Schuldich's telepathy-
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Fingers flexed experimentally before a soft sigh was emitted. Large eyes were fixed on the screen that let out a harsh glare, brows knit in concentration. He typed in a few keys, watching with careful eyes. When the lights flickered out around him, he smiled, satisfied at his work.
"Bombay, you done?"
"Done Siberian, I'm going in now."
"Right, good luck."
Shutting off his laptop he stowed it into his backpack, glad that Kritker offered top of the line technology. He could hardly feel the machine on his back. Making sure that his darts were within easy reach he stood, eyes darting around the empty hallway.
"Ready katzechen?"
Omi nodded ears keen on the noise that could be heard faintly through his headpiece. Schuldich closed his eyes momentarily, taking in the time to make sure they truly were alone. With a nod both made their way quietly up the building, using only nods and hand motions to speak. Schuldich's telepathy came in handy.
-Take a right and the door at the end of the hallway should be his.-
-How are we doing this?-
-You have to lure him out.-
As they reached the tall oak doors, Omi carefully hid his small body in a dark corner, the darts glinting in the shadows. With a mental nod, Schuldich made one of the potted plants fall, hiding himself behind the door, weapon trained to shoot just in case.
A thick body carefully peered out, eyes alert and narrowed. In the dim lighting Schuldich could see the gleam of a gun, but before it was even fully drawn a dart whistled to him, burying itself into the fleshy neck. With a gasp the man pulled it out, wildly trying to find the assailant. Just then another dart seemed to appear in his hand, making the gun drop to the ground. He scrabbled for it, sweat apparent on his round face. Sneering in disgust Schuldich watched as the body suddenly went into convulsions, hands no longer searching for the gun but scrabbling at his throat as if an invisible hand was choking him. It was over in a matter of mere seconds, the body went still and the hands fell limp from his throat.
After a few tense minutes of waiting, Omi crept out, blonde hair shining in the light. Schuldich quietly stepped out as well, a sneer on his lips as he stared at the corpse. With a nudge with his foot, Schuldich made the Armani clothed arm move further away from him. Omi was calmly collecting his darts once more, enclosing them in a plastic bag, carefully keeping them hidden away.
"Abscheulich."
Omi vaguely nodded before looking up. He carefully watched the German before rising. The sapphire eyes were narrowed in disgust, lips pressed together to form a thin line. Curiosity perked Omi picked his way across from the corpse and stood by Schuldich, tugging at his sleeve.
"Why do you hate him so much?"
"Is there a reason not to?"
"Is there a reason to?"
"He's corrupt, he's ruthless, he's evil. He's like the bastard Takatori was. He only wants power, money, submission. He's not different then the others."
"How do you know? He could be a good person deep inside. Maybe he donates money to the orphanage or has a daughter or is kind to his employers. You don't know!"
With a smile that held a sharp sarcastic twist Schuldich shook his head.
"He could have killed an innocent man, he could have embezzled money, he could be cheating on his wife. How can you still believe in such goodness in world that doesn't believe in good anymore?"
"I believe in good. Doesn't that count? And if nobody did then Weiss wouldn't be here. Therefore good is still believed."
"You're a naïve katzechen, but if that's what the price is to keep some good here, might as well. You're an odd one katzechen. You kill and still, you're innocent in so many things about the world."
"I'm not naïve or innocent, I'm just hopeful."
Omi smiled and tugged at Schuldich's hand, pulling him down the dim corridors.
"We should go back now. I'm sure Aya-kun is worried."
With a snort Schuldich let himself be pulled.
"Don't worry...Brad knows we're still alive."
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Erm...done? I kinda was going to continue off and I was actually writing but then I realize...hey! It's crappy! And it wasn't coming out as I wanted it to be. Anyways, I hope it was okay. Sorry for the wait. Read and review and hopefully you won't find it as inadequate as I did. Thank you and ja!
L'Ananda: Not to worry he wills...in fact Omi won't be the only singing or playing! It most likely will come up soon!
Maiku: Thank you! Yeah, it would be bad if Omi just suddenly died because of his own carelessness.
Osiris-Lee: Yeah, Schuldich and Youji are just meant to bicker with each other. And yes, I will try to fit Aya/Brad in somewhere. It might not be as blatant, but I'll try. Takatori is dead by now, so technically Schwartz is not working for him. I know they go off to do more bad stuff, but this is a bit in the AU area.
Bitterchoco20: I know, but I had to have Schuldich calm down a bit. Thinking about it for awhile, I decided that clubs wouldn't really work well with his telepathy, but I'll make him cope . And yes, nothing can surprise Aya...not even if green monkeys started to take over the world using bananas...
Bugnuks and Crossbows: No problem, I had a feeling that something was cut off. I hate it when does that. Anyways, thank you. I know it's an odd pairing, but actually I think the first fic that I really liked was an Omi/Schuldich pairing and it just kinda stuck onto me. I'm glad you're willing to try a story not for the sake of a pairing, but by the way it interests you. As for his name, I think it's spelled both ways. I'm not quite sure, but many people spell it either Schuldich or Schuldig, I think it may be the Japanese version. It might be a preference thing. I'll go check online. I use whatever spelling I come upon and so I'm sorry if I was wrong.
Warning: Yaoi between Schuldich and Omi, also Aya and Brad as a side on request. People dying.
-Schuldich's telepathy-
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Fingers flexed experimentally before a soft sigh was emitted. Large eyes were fixed on the screen that let out a harsh glare, brows knit in concentration. He typed in a few keys, watching with careful eyes. When the lights flickered out around him, he smiled, satisfied at his work.
"Bombay, you done?"
"Done Siberian, I'm going in now."
"Right, good luck."
Shutting off his laptop he stowed it into his backpack, glad that Kritker offered top of the line technology. He could hardly feel the machine on his back. Making sure that his darts were within easy reach he stood, eyes darting around the empty hallway.
"Ready katzechen?"
Omi nodded ears keen on the noise that could be heard faintly through his headpiece. Schuldich closed his eyes momentarily, taking in the time to make sure they truly were alone. With a nod both made their way quietly up the building, using only nods and hand motions to speak. Schuldich's telepathy came in handy.
-Take a right and the door at the end of the hallway should be his.-
-How are we doing this?-
-You have to lure him out.-
As they reached the tall oak doors, Omi carefully hid his small body in a dark corner, the darts glinting in the shadows. With a mental nod, Schuldich made one of the potted plants fall, hiding himself behind the door, weapon trained to shoot just in case.
A thick body carefully peered out, eyes alert and narrowed. In the dim lighting Schuldich could see the gleam of a gun, but before it was even fully drawn a dart whistled to him, burying itself into the fleshy neck. With a gasp the man pulled it out, wildly trying to find the assailant. Just then another dart seemed to appear in his hand, making the gun drop to the ground. He scrabbled for it, sweat apparent on his round face. Sneering in disgust Schuldich watched as the body suddenly went into convulsions, hands no longer searching for the gun but scrabbling at his throat as if an invisible hand was choking him. It was over in a matter of mere seconds, the body went still and the hands fell limp from his throat.
After a few tense minutes of waiting, Omi crept out, blonde hair shining in the light. Schuldich quietly stepped out as well, a sneer on his lips as he stared at the corpse. With a nudge with his foot, Schuldich made the Armani clothed arm move further away from him. Omi was calmly collecting his darts once more, enclosing them in a plastic bag, carefully keeping them hidden away.
"Abscheulich."
Omi vaguely nodded before looking up. He carefully watched the German before rising. The sapphire eyes were narrowed in disgust, lips pressed together to form a thin line. Curiosity perked Omi picked his way across from the corpse and stood by Schuldich, tugging at his sleeve.
"Why do you hate him so much?"
"Is there a reason not to?"
"Is there a reason to?"
"He's corrupt, he's ruthless, he's evil. He's like the bastard Takatori was. He only wants power, money, submission. He's not different then the others."
"How do you know? He could be a good person deep inside. Maybe he donates money to the orphanage or has a daughter or is kind to his employers. You don't know!"
With a smile that held a sharp sarcastic twist Schuldich shook his head.
"He could have killed an innocent man, he could have embezzled money, he could be cheating on his wife. How can you still believe in such goodness in world that doesn't believe in good anymore?"
"I believe in good. Doesn't that count? And if nobody did then Weiss wouldn't be here. Therefore good is still believed."
"You're a naïve katzechen, but if that's what the price is to keep some good here, might as well. You're an odd one katzechen. You kill and still, you're innocent in so many things about the world."
"I'm not naïve or innocent, I'm just hopeful."
Omi smiled and tugged at Schuldich's hand, pulling him down the dim corridors.
"We should go back now. I'm sure Aya-kun is worried."
With a snort Schuldich let himself be pulled.
"Don't worry...Brad knows we're still alive."
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Erm...done? I kinda was going to continue off and I was actually writing but then I realize...hey! It's crappy! And it wasn't coming out as I wanted it to be. Anyways, I hope it was okay. Sorry for the wait. Read and review and hopefully you won't find it as inadequate as I did. Thank you and ja!