Gomen ne minna-san, I didn't mean to take such a long time to write...I got extremely lazy due to being summer vacation...; forgive me. But anyways, I'm back to writing and updating for the moment...that is until the next strike of laziness hits me.

Maiku: I know, I decided that there needed to be more Schu and Omi.

Osiris Lee: I know I had trouble trying to think of what kind of stuff he would coat onto his darts...

Bitterchoco20: I know it was short, but it just ended properly there so I left it like that.

Bugnuks and Crossbows: Wow...that's a nice review...thank you! Thanks a lot. I know that Omi seems to be a very classical music person at the moment, but wait until Christmas rolls around...I might have something for him! I see...I hope you don't mind if I spell his name Schuldich for the fic. I'm using it now and I don't want to change it in the middle, especially because I got used to it...sorry to say ; and I'm glad you think I portray Omi well, thank you! [Feels flattered] And for the sake of the plot, let's just say Omi cooks...or it was his turn to cook...or whatever you wish to think! And of course I'll continue it! Nope, not stopping!

Erm...not much to say now...on with the fic!

Warning: You know by now...Omi and Schu, Aya and Brad, still taking requests. Maybe some Schu angst here...

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It was one of those lovely days where the birds chirped and there was a breeze that made it bearable under the hot sun. School was finished for the day and it was his day off from the Koneko. Omi smiled at his own good fortune as he made his way down a now familiar street, kicking at a stone. Upon entering a rather empty street he knocked on the imposing doors of Schwartz and blinked. When was the last time he had to knock? Schuldich usually opened the door before he could knock and greeted him with the usual German nickname.

Humming thoughtfully to himself Omi waited for someone to answer the door. After a few more moments of waiting the stark colorless hair and shimmering amber eye of Farfarello peeked out, blinking at him curiously.

"Nagi-kun wasn't at school today and I dropped by his teacher to ask for his work...can I give it to him?"

Farfarello, Omi had learned early on, was not one to say much. He just opened the door wider and allowed Omi to pass by, entering the large house that Schwartz occupied.

"What happened here? Did you do it?"

Farfarello shook his head, not really offended by the question. It did look as if he had gone through the room in one of his fits, but for once it wasn't. Chairs were upended, down from the pillows scattering the floor, sofas torn up, and broken glass sparkled around the floor like a mosaic.

"Schuldich."

Omi eyes were riddled with doubt.

"Schuldich did this?"

At Farfarello's nod several gunshots echoed throughout the house. Omi squeaked at the surprise, but Farfarello simply climbed the stairs, not bothered by the sudden noise. Curious Omi followed Farfarello and stood by Schuldich's doorway in shock.

There was Crawford looking calm and collected as always although Omi caught a few swears in English. Apparently looks were very deceiving. Nagi seemed to be holding the German back by a force field. The German however was nothing like the man Omi was used to seeing. Fiery hair was tangled and matted with sweat, eyes fierce and dangerous as he tried to vainly claw at Omi. He shrieked words that made no sense, a jumble of languages that ranged from German, Japanese, English, French, and a mess of others Omi couldn't tell. Crawford held in his hands what seemed to be Schuldich's gun.

"Good afternoon Bombay."

"Good afternoon Crawford-san...Ano...is Schuldich okay?"

"He'll be fine."

"Crawford, stop talking to Omi-kun and help me already!"

"Excuse me."

The ever polite Crawford left Omi blinking as he helped Nagi subdue the rabid Schuldich who swore, cursed, and tried to claw, kick, bite, punch anybody close by. After much struggle Crawford had managed to look Schuldich in Farfarello's room, shrieks of rage echoing in the room and then a sudden silence. Crawford turned to find Omi helping Nagi clean up the mess in the German's room. A folder of Nagi's homework lay on the bed, the only thing in the room that was still in one piece.

"Is Schuldich okay?"

"He will be fine Bombay."

"Schuldich gets into these fits after a really hard mission or something that strains his mind too much. It causes cracks in his shields and tends to make him go crazy for a day or two. At least he didn't try to jump off the balcony this time..."

With a sigh Nagi lifted the books and onto the rightful shelves, wincing when the remainder of a desk collapsed. As they cleaned the room they could hear Schuldich from the Irish man's room. Sometimes there'd be raging and ranting, filled with swears in different languages, most of the time mixing together so that it couldn't be deciphered. Other times random laughter could be heard. They'd be filled with periods of quietness in which traces of mumblings could be heard.

"He'll be fine Omi-kun. He's done this before."

"It's just that...he doesn't sound fine."

"It's just the telepathy taking over his head. He's hearing thoughts in a range that could circle the world. He just needs time to let his shields repair themselves, but until then the thoughts are all unfiltered and he's feeling all the thoughts and traces of the emotions of those thoughts. He should come out of it soon."

"Very soon, give him another half hour."

True to Crawford's words in a half hour all traces of mad laughter, ranting, and mumblings ceased, only to be replaced by a very tired sounding yet normal Schuldich pounding on the door.

"Open the fucking door Brad, I'm back and have a killer migraine."

On Crawford's command the door opened and a pale German leaned against the doorway, a trickle of blood trailing down his chin. His face was wane and exhausted, a hand covering his eyes. Crawford laid a hand on the man's forehead, seemingly making him feel slightly better. Omi closed the curtains, making sure that no light entered the room as Nagi pulled down the sheets, making room for Schuldich. Gratefully the German slid in.

"I'm fine katzechen, you can stop worrying now."

Schuldich let a ghost of a grin slide over his lips before closing his eyes in sleep, face relaxing and hand falling to his heart, where it lay still. Crawford ushered both boys out of the room and closed the door, nodding them a good bye. Minus Farfarello, they started to clean living room, sweeping up the glass and down, setting up the chairs.

"Why does Crawford-san stay with Schuldich?"

"Well, I asked Schuldich once and it has to do something with the fact that Crawford can keep his thoughts to himself and it gives Schuldich total silence for once. It helps him get over his headache. He'll be just like himself tomorrow, save he'd be tired."

"I see."

"Why are you so worried Omi-kun?"

Omi blinked in surprise and shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed at the question.

"He's a friend now. I just wanted to make sure he was okay."

Nagi just grinned and caused Omi to blink again, color rising in his cheeks.

"Are you sure?"

"Nagi-kun!"

Omi threw a pillow at Nagi and that started the Great Pillow War, which only ended up in creating more of a mess than before. However, both boys decided to leave it to Crawford and crept out of the empty house in favor of the park.

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Erm...short and random...hope you don't mind. The next might be more on Schuldich and Omi...dunno how long it'll take though because I have to do work from school now. I still have a book and a half to finish before school and they're for my thesis, so I really need to pay attention. Sorry if it takes longer then usual for me to update. Please read and review! Thank you, ja!