Opening Doors
By Leokitsune
A/N: Some things in this story won't make sense to you if you haven't read 'Of Kittens and Dogs' first. Go read it, it's only two short chapters. Go on, we can wait. This story ignores the drama CDs, so I guess it falls into the AU category. But not too much so. I'm too much of a canon slave to wander far. /insert dialogue here/ indicates Schu's mojo. Italics are for thoughts, emphasis, and non-English words. I tried to provide translations for all of them, but I might have missed one or two.
Disclaimer: Oh yeah. The boys of Schwarz don't belong to me, but I think that we all know that already. Damn it. They belong to Project Weiß and Koyasu Takehito.
Warning: Some hints of boy-boy love. A good bit of profanity; Schu's pretty mouthy. If either of these offend you, you might not want to read. Thank you.
Prologue
I dote on his very absence.
William Shakespeare
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Once they were out the door, Crawford hadn't watched Nagi and Schuldig leave. He sat down and stared at the green coat that Schuldig had forgotten in his haste to leave. It lay across the arm of the couch where Schuldig had left it yesterday. Crawford had found that odd. Schuldig was a careless individual, except when it came to things that belonged to him. He'd had that coat for years. Schuldig had been wearing that same coat, as a matter of fact, the first time they had met.
Throughout the years it had always looked like new, a testament to the care that Schuldig had lavished on it. Now it was forgotten, abandoned. Crawford went over and picked it up. It was dry, but the couch underneath was soaked. He frowned reflexively at the damp spot it had left on the upholstery, then sighed. What did it matter? In another few moments, he was never going to see that couch again. Not questioning why, Crawford carefully folded up the coat and placed it in the bottom of his garment bag.
His watch beeped at him, reminding him that time ran on. Kritiker would be here in about ten minutes. He did a last sweep of the place, ignoring the emptiness he felt inside as he combed over Nagi and Schuldig's rooms, making sure they were clean of anything that Kritiker might be able to use. He noted with approval that Nagi had completely demolished his computer. No one was going to be able to pull anything from that, not even Bombay, good as he was.
He took his bags to his car and drove off, passing by Kritiker's agent on the way out. His timing was impeccable, as always. His vision rarely failed him. So why did Schuldig and Nagi leave? He hadn't foreseen the end of Schwarz. Why go through this mess? His mouth thinned in annoyance. He didn't like to be questioned. So what had changed? Even his vision couldn't tell him that.
By Leokitsune
A/N: Some things in this story won't make sense to you if you haven't read 'Of Kittens and Dogs' first. Go read it, it's only two short chapters. Go on, we can wait. This story ignores the drama CDs, so I guess it falls into the AU category. But not too much so. I'm too much of a canon slave to wander far. /insert dialogue here/ indicates Schu's mojo. Italics are for thoughts, emphasis, and non-English words. I tried to provide translations for all of them, but I might have missed one or two.
Disclaimer: Oh yeah. The boys of Schwarz don't belong to me, but I think that we all know that already. Damn it. They belong to Project Weiß and Koyasu Takehito.
Warning: Some hints of boy-boy love. A good bit of profanity; Schu's pretty mouthy. If either of these offend you, you might not want to read. Thank you.
Prologue
I dote on his very absence.
William Shakespeare
----
Once they were out the door, Crawford hadn't watched Nagi and Schuldig leave. He sat down and stared at the green coat that Schuldig had forgotten in his haste to leave. It lay across the arm of the couch where Schuldig had left it yesterday. Crawford had found that odd. Schuldig was a careless individual, except when it came to things that belonged to him. He'd had that coat for years. Schuldig had been wearing that same coat, as a matter of fact, the first time they had met.
Throughout the years it had always looked like new, a testament to the care that Schuldig had lavished on it. Now it was forgotten, abandoned. Crawford went over and picked it up. It was dry, but the couch underneath was soaked. He frowned reflexively at the damp spot it had left on the upholstery, then sighed. What did it matter? In another few moments, he was never going to see that couch again. Not questioning why, Crawford carefully folded up the coat and placed it in the bottom of his garment bag.
His watch beeped at him, reminding him that time ran on. Kritiker would be here in about ten minutes. He did a last sweep of the place, ignoring the emptiness he felt inside as he combed over Nagi and Schuldig's rooms, making sure they were clean of anything that Kritiker might be able to use. He noted with approval that Nagi had completely demolished his computer. No one was going to be able to pull anything from that, not even Bombay, good as he was.
He took his bags to his car and drove off, passing by Kritiker's agent on the way out. His timing was impeccable, as always. His vision rarely failed him. So why did Schuldig and Nagi leave? He hadn't foreseen the end of Schwarz. Why go through this mess? His mouth thinned in annoyance. He didn't like to be questioned. So what had changed? Even his vision couldn't tell him that.