It's not your business
"Hand over the girl."
"Why?"
Schuldig leant back against the wall, one hand resting lightly on Aya-chan's arm. This worried Mamoru more than he wanted to let on. Who knew what that telepath had done to her this time? He hadn't even been able to establish how long he'd had her. It had been three weeks since Estet wrenched her from the flowershop. How much of that time had she spent in their hands, and how much in his?
"Kritiker will handle this," he said firmly.
"Kritiker doesn't know the first fucking thing about Estet, and this is all about Estet." Schuldig's vehemence surprised both of them. Aya-chan shot him a frightened look and he smiled reassuringly, albeit briefly. Mamoru's stomach churned. "If you want to keep her safe, she stays with me."
"Kritiker has resources you can't begin to imagine," Mamoru insisted. "Hand the girl over."
"I don't take orders from Takatoris."
"Oh, really?" Mamoru smirked despite himself.
"Not any more," Schuldig growled. It seemed he hadn't taken kindly to being caught out like that. And when he got angry, he got sloppy. Mamoru folded his arms smugly. "Now, if it were Tsukiyono Omi coming here and asking to be given control over the situation, sure, I'd do it," Schuldig went on, eyes narrowing. "But Takatori Mamoru just turning up and demanding power over this mess? No way."
"You killed Tsukiyono Omi." Mamoru's voice was frightening cold.
"No, you did. I just made him cry a lot."
"Nagi." The young man stepped forwards at his name. Mamoru gestured.
"Nagi?" Schuldig stared at his former team mate. "Wait, kid, what are you..."
end
"Hand over the girl."
"Why?"
Schuldig leant back against the wall, one hand resting lightly on Aya-chan's arm. This worried Mamoru more than he wanted to let on. Who knew what that telepath had done to her this time? He hadn't even been able to establish how long he'd had her. It had been three weeks since Estet wrenched her from the flowershop. How much of that time had she spent in their hands, and how much in his?
"Kritiker will handle this," he said firmly.
"Kritiker doesn't know the first fucking thing about Estet, and this is all about Estet." Schuldig's vehemence surprised both of them. Aya-chan shot him a frightened look and he smiled reassuringly, albeit briefly. Mamoru's stomach churned. "If you want to keep her safe, she stays with me."
"Kritiker has resources you can't begin to imagine," Mamoru insisted. "Hand the girl over."
"I don't take orders from Takatoris."
"Oh, really?" Mamoru smirked despite himself.
"Not any more," Schuldig growled. It seemed he hadn't taken kindly to being caught out like that. And when he got angry, he got sloppy. Mamoru folded his arms smugly. "Now, if it were Tsukiyono Omi coming here and asking to be given control over the situation, sure, I'd do it," Schuldig went on, eyes narrowing. "But Takatori Mamoru just turning up and demanding power over this mess? No way."
"You killed Tsukiyono Omi." Mamoru's voice was frightening cold.
"No, you did. I just made him cry a lot."
"Nagi." The young man stepped forwards at his name. Mamoru gestured.
"Nagi?" Schuldig stared at his former team mate. "Wait, kid, what are you..."
end
