Disclaimers:
Nope, in the last few days, I havn't aquired the copyright to Weiss Kreuz, so they still don't belong to me.
The fic is still rated R, nothing's changed... except for the pairings (after reading an amazing fic "Why Angels need to die" or something along those lines, I realized that this story will have my fav wk pairings, and will be more Schwarz-centric. oh, and i've also decided to drop Japanese words... what can I say, sometimes it just sounds better.

"Japanese speech"
'Irish Gaelic Speech'
English Speech
/Thoughts, telepathy/

Apotheosis
Chapter Two: Eldritch Encounters

The next day in the business sector of downtown Tokyo, Bradley Crawford was sitting at his desk, going through paperwork. After the fall of Estet, Crawford started his own bodyguard business in order to "rent out" the talents of Schwarz. But all of his customers knew that that was just a front, an illusion of normalacy. They knew what Crawford and his team really were: assassins. They also knew that Crawford would destroy them even before they had a chance to think of betraying him. That, and the dark underworld would always need competent assassins to clean up little "discretions".
Paperwork sorted and meticulously organised, Crawford began typing up reports for his clients. His fingers poised over the keys, he paused, frowning. With a slightly bafffled expression on his face, he removed his glasses and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Something was wrong.
Opening his mind to all of the posibilities (1) Crawford tried to induce a vision. But nothing revealing happened. All that he saw was a brief flash of Nagi, and another one of that man from the airport, Ailín. Deciding to trust his instincts over the seemingly innocent vivion, Crawford slightly lowered his shields.
/Schuldig./
A moment later, there was a response. /Ja, Crawfish?/
Ignoring Schuldig's favorite "pet name" for him, Crawford replied. /Where is Nagi?/
/He went out to the library with a friend to work on his summer homework. Someone really has to tell those teachers that vacation is time for play (2)./
/Schuldig, fing him. I have a feeling that something is going to happen to him and it somehow involves Ailín./
/Ailín, that model guy? Why don't you have a vision to verify? Save me some time./
/I tired that, but I'm getting some sort of interfearence./
Schuldig sent a snicker accross their link, and said in a sing-song voice, /Someone's getting defective!/
/Schuldig./
At Crawford's warning tone, Schuldig sighed melodramatically and searched for Nagi through his telepathic link. /Found him, he's about a ten minute walk away from the apartment. Want me to give him a message?/
/Tell him to go back to the apartment./
/Can do, fearless leader./

Not to far away from Crawford's office, the boy in question suddenly sneezed.(3)
"Are you okay, Nagi-kun?"
Nagi looked to his companion and nodded. "Somebody was probably just talking about me, Omi-kun."
"Ah, okay."
Thay walked along in silence for a couple of minutes. Realizing that the silence is unusual for his bubbly and outgoing companion, Nagi looked closly at Omi. "Omi-kun, is there something wrong?"
"Ah, no... not exactly."
"Is it a mission?" Omi nodded. "Is it a mission concerning Schwarz?"
Taking the sliightly miserable expression as confirmation, Nagi continued. "You don't have to tell me about it, and it probably is not that big of a deal. Schwarz always fights with Weiss, and until something changes, nothing will change the outcome."
Omi's expression worsened, and he whispered out, "But something might change and..."
Nagi held up a hand, "Would you mind pausing for a second?" At Omi's nod, Nagi took care of that annoying twitch in his mind.
/What is it, Schulding?/
/Something's gotten Crawford's panties in a bunch.../
/Are you sure it wasn't you?/
/I'm going to assume that was an innocent comment and that I only annoy ol' Braddy. Anyways, he wants you to come home right away./
/May I ask why?/
/Something about a defective vision? You and that model guy./
/Okay, I'm heading home anyways./
/Auf Wierdersehen./
/Good bye./
Looking to the patieently waiting Omi, Nagi apologized, "I'm sorry, but Crawford wants me home, right away."
Omi panicked sllightly, "Does he know about us? Our meetings?"
Nagi shrugged, "No. Even if he did, he wouldn't care as long as I don't jeopardize any missions."
Omi grinned, "Lucky. If Aya found out, he would probably try to SHI-NE me, and they others wouldn't take it well, either."
Nagi shrugged, "It's not as if they have to approve of it." Looking at his watch, Nagi then smiled softly at Omi. "I'd better get going now, or else Schu will tell Crawford that I didn't come home right away."
"Bye."
"Bye."

Further up the street, a confused and lost looking toursit was wandering the street and occasionally glancing at the map he held in his gloved hands. The tourist was wearing a backwards baseball hat and dark sunglasses, an oversized t-shirt with a long sleved shirt on underneath, baggy skater pants with twin dangling chins, chunky skater shoes and what looked like fingerless bike gloves on his hands.
Sighing, he pulled down his sunglasses to reveal mismatched eyes, one green and one blue and looked skywards. He didn't stand there for long before he was jostled forward by a passing pedestrian.
/Great. I've been in Japan for one full day and I've managed to get myself fully lost. Not only that, I also managed to lose my cell phone so I can't even call Silver for a ride. This tourist thing really sucks... /
Walking forwards, he saw two teenagers who seemed to be just a little yonger than he was. Bolstering his courage, Ailín was going to commit the most atrocious sin known to men everywhere: He was going to ask those kids for directions. Faltering slightly, he watched the more approchable-looking blonde turn around and leave the smaller kid behind. Ailín cursed. The other blonde was walking further away from him whereas the brunette was walking towards him. Knowing that this was his only chance, especially since all the "business suits" were acting as if he didn't exist, Ailín began weaving his way through the crowded sidewalk towards the strange feeling kid.

Heavy in thought, Nagi began walking towards home without paying much attention. It didn't really matter because he was walked this route so many times that his feet knew which turns to take, and his telekinesis kept the path clear for him. As he was walking he mused about why Crawford wanted him home.
Nagi frowned, /Crawford better not have called be home because he saw me with Omi. He has to understand that I cannot be Prodigy all the time, I also require Nagi-time. And how I want to spend my Nagi-time, Crawford should have no say in it. And if I want to spend my few precious hours of Nagi-time with Omi, then Crawford had better learn to deal with that./
Startled from his musings ...er, rantings, Nagi heard a car horn blare. Turning his head to the left, he saw a speeding car mere feet away from him. At the sight, he tensed up and closed his eyes, and waited for the impact.

Nagi felt himself being enveloped in a pair of slim arms, which then spun him around and away from the car's path. He felt, more than heard the muffled sound of the car hitting his saviour, and the force of the impact flung them both forwards. There was a cry of pain and the sound of the car's screeching brakes.
Nagi opened his eyes to find himself looking through a veil of fiery red hair. /Schuldig?/
/What is it chibi?/
/You're not with me./ It was a statement, not a question.
/Nein... I'm at the apartment. Where are you?/
/Lying in the street.../
/Scheisse! Crawford'll be here soon and we'll.../
/I'm not hurt.../ Hearing the muffled groans of his benefactor, he elaborated. /But the one who saved me is./
Feeling the hair shift and slide across his body, Nagi tensed slightly as he watched the man push himself up off of him and up onto his hands, the man's body hovering protectively above him, and long hair curtaining him away from all the bystanders. Nagi looked up into a pair of mismatched eyes, the left one blue and the right one green. Nagi breathed out, "Ay-kun."
Looking down at the boy he knew was going to get splattered by a car, and instinctively saving him (how can he ask road kill directions?), Ailín frowned when the boy called him Ay-kun. His Japanese not being the greatest, Ailín wondered if the boy was insulting him. Maybe he was suicidal and wanted to get splattered...
Rolling himself off of the boy, Ailín sat and tilted his head back, his beautiful face marred by pain. Although the movement caused him great pain, Ailín considered himself lucky. It wasn't the pain from broken bones, but heavy bruising. He will be healed in a couple of days, instead of a couple of months. Tilting his head towards the boy, he opened an eye at the boy. The kid was sitting up, which was good, and seemed to be in no pain... lucky brat.
Nagi looked into the green eye. This man who Crawford saw saved his life. For some reason, he knew he would have died, but he didn't know how he knew. Watching Ay-kun subtely look him over for injuries, Nagi felt guilty and ashamed. He could see that Ay-kun was favoring his injured right side, the side that must've been hit by the car. He, who joined an assassin team because the world abandoned him was saved by a total stranger... Well, not exactly a stranger because Ay-kun was idolized for his modelling and budding singing career... and he could have lost everything when he pulled him from the path of that car. Realizing that people were talking about him and to him, he broke himself from that hypnotic gaze.
Turning towards the man who was driving the car and who was now profusely apolagising to him but shooting glances towards Ailín, Nagi shakily stood up, causing the tendrils of Ay-kun's hair to reluctantly let go of him. With the loss of contact from the hair strands, Nagi felt something vanish that he wasn't even aware of in the first place.
As the kid was talking to the man in Japanese far too fast for Ailín to follow, his gaze drifted to the growing crowd. Frowning, he could make out "Ay-kun" but everything else was a verbal blur. Cursing, he realized that the magority of the crowd was composed of girls and they were all pointing and squealing at him. After losing his hat in the accident, he also lost the ability to blend in. There aren't too many foreigners with fiery-red hair acompanied by a three inch white streak on their right side.
/Hn... It's best to get out of here and fast before they mob me. 'Cause that'll only make my side worse./
Ailín slowly struggled to his left foot, and when he set his right foot on the ground, he gasped and stumbled forwards, and sorta fell on Nagi. Nagi wrapped his arms around Ay-kun to steady him and when his hand brushed Ailín's right hip, Ailín hissed through his teeth.
Daijoubou ka?
Ailín blinked... the kid said something to him... /Oh, he asked if I'm okay.../
Replying, Ailín murmured, "Y-yes... I will be..." /eventually/
"You need medical attention! My home is not far from here, and I should have the stuff you need."
Filing that odd statement about medical equipment away for future inspection, Ailín nodded his head. "Yeah... I think that would be best. Get out of the public eye."
Nagi looked to the crowd of ever-increasing fangirls. Only his telekinesis was keeping them at bay. When the man who hit Ailín offered to drive them, Nagi acceptd his offer. There was no way Ailín would be able to walk to his apartment

Nagi with his arms wrapped awkwardly around Ailín, careful of the injured right side, helped Ailín hobbled from the elevator and down the hallway towards the door to the Schwarz apartment. When they were standing in front of the doorway, it opened to reveal a calm looking Crawford and a smirking Schuldig behind him.
Tilting his head back, Ailín looked up at the two men. They both were oviously not Japanese, and by their body language, the two seemed to be very familiar with each other. He waited to know something, anything, else about them, but nothing came. Hissing as a fresh wave of searing pain raced up his right side, Ailín assumed his emotions, pain in particular, was interfearing with his knowingness. If he wanted to know anything about these men, he would have to resort to plan B.
The orange haired man spoke first. "Naggles, when you were told to come straight home, we meant alone."
Ailín glanced from the oranged haired one to the silent brunette. /We? Ah, they must be living together and Nagi is.../
Ailín straightened up, and carefully keping all his weight balanced on his left leg, he stuck out his gloved hand to the bespectacled brunette. "Hi, it's nice to meet you and your partner..."
/Partner? Does he know about us?/ Schuldig sent across the link.
"... and it's nothing to be embarassed about. Where I was growing up, a boy in my village had two moms and..."
Crawford asked amused, /Village?/ and then confused, /Two moms?/
"...and it's how amazing how advanced Japan is. Letting an obviously foreign, homosexual couple adopt a Japanese boy (4). Why, in the States, the only children homosexuals are "allowed" to have are biological ones..."
Crawford choked out, /HOMOSEXUAL COUPLE???!!!!!/
Nagi sniggered softly and Schulding burst out into laughter. Crawford had a funny choked look on his face. Taking the look as embarassement, which it was but wrongly intrepreting the reasons behind it, he tried to comfort the black haired man. "It's nothing to be aembarassed about. Having somebody who cares for you is a beautiful thing."
Schuldig twinded his arms around the still funny looking Crawford, pressing his body up against Crawford's and nuzzled his face into his neck. Looking up Schuldig smirked, "Ja, Crawford. I am a beautiful thing... for caring about you..."
Ailín looked at the two men. The taller one was faintly frowning at the shorter one, and after a minute, the German's lips twitched before blossoming into a full out smirk. The German let go of his companion, and squeezed around him to stand in front to talk to Ailín. The German also made sure to press as much of his body as possible up against te black haired man.
Grasping Ailín's still outstreched hand, he shook it. He left it go, and as Ailín's exposed fingertips trailed across his palm, a strange look passed over his face and he looked closer at Ailín. Visibly shrugging off whatever was bothering him, he spoke.
"You must be Nagi's little saviour."
Nagi frowned at Schuldig, /Stay out of my head./
Someting dangerous flickered in Ay's eyes at the flippant comment about his less-than-impressive height.
Ignoring them both, Schuldig gestered to the now empty doorway. "My name is Schuldig and if you come inside, Crawfish will take a look at your leg."
/Crawfish? The man's name is Crawfish?/ Ailín thought as Nagi helped him into the room. Schuldig's smirky grin seemed to widen for no apparent reason. Hobbling into the kitchen, Nagi set Ailín down on one of the barstools that were lined up against the kitchen "window"/serving side board. Nagi stood off to the side and Schuldig sprawled out in a sofa-chair that seemed out of place in the dining area.
"Soooooo, do you make it a habit to save inattentive little boys from getting run over by cars?"
"Schuldig!" Nagi hissed out, obviously embarassed at the statement.
Ailín taking it all in stride, flipantly replied, "Only when I'm not out saving the world from the clutches of e-vil." Although said jokingly, Schuldig looked thoughtful. It seemed like their guest wasn't totally joking.
Smirking to hide his slight discomfort, Schuldig announced in a lazy tone, "I like you."
Ailín nodded, "Most people do."
Smirk becoming more menacing, Schuldig challenged Ailín. "It's a good thing that I like you. Do you know what happens to people I don't like?"
/Schuldig! What are you doing?!!/
/Just playing, chibi./
Thinking of an appropriate answer, Ailín's head tilted slightly, causing his hair to fall and ripple around him. Smiling serenly, and looking as if all he needed was some blowing cherry blossoms to be the innocent bishonen in a shonen-ai manga, Ailín answered. "Well... other than being deprived of your shining presence...?"
Schuldig preened at that comment. "You, sir, have good taste."
Ailín grinned, eyes dancing. "Yeah, I know."
Schuldig laughed and rolled his eyes. "Modest too."
"Yup, that's me. Modest to a T."
Deciding to interrupt the two orange-haired men before this got out of hand, Nagi asked, "Ay-kun, is there anything I can get for you?"
Ailín shrugged, then winced. "Some painkillers would be good. Oh, and can I borrow your phone? I lost mine and I'll need someone to pick me up."
Nagi walked away to get the required items, and Schuldig smirked. "How did you lose your cell phone?"
Ailín winked at Schuldig. "You'd be suprised at how easy it is to lose things when fleeing from ravenous fan-girls."
Smirk widening, Schu asked, "You ran away from girls?"
Ailín grinned, "More like a strategic retreat. What can I say, I just have that sort of effect on women... Hey, do you know why he keeps calling me Ay-kun? That's not my name..."
Nagi walked in with a bottle of tylenol and a glass of water. "Ay- kun is just a nickname that some fan coined for you and it just kinda stuck. I hope you don't mind."
Ailín rose his eyebrows in an imitation of a shrug. Taking off his right glovelet and swallowing two pills dry, he answered. "Not at all... better nickname than some others I've aquired... I was just wondering what it meant."
"It doesn't have a meaning. It's just the first syllable of your name with the appropriate honorific attached." Ailín watched as Crawfish walked into the room and set a first aid kit on the dining table. Schuldig snickered and Ailín raised an eyebrow at him, a silent question as to what he found so funny.
"My name is Crawford..." emphasing the name, he looked towards Schuldig who was innocently playing with his hair, "...and I must appreciate my deepest thanks for saving Nagi." He held out his hand. Ailín shook it with his bare right hand.
Pursing his lips ever so slightly, he thought, /Odd. Even with full contact, I feel nothing from him. My knowingness is silent. (5)/
Smiling to cover his confusion, Ailín replied. "No thanks is necessary. You should be thanking Luck who was fortunate enough to smile on us today."
"Yeah, it sure was lucky that you were hit by that car instead of Nagi." Schuldig remarked, smirking.
/Schuldig./ Crawford warned them.
Slightly rolling his eyes, Ailín offered, "Sure, why not." Realizing someting, Ailín gasped out, "Oh! How rude of me, I didn't introduce myself..."
/Ch'. Even if he wasn't famous, what's the use of introducing oneself to a precog and a telepath?/
"... my name is Ailín Aodhan."
"Noble fire."
Ailín turned towards the voice, asking 'Are you Irish as well?' and stared at the man who spoke. He had white spiky hair, a black eyepatch covering his left eye the other one hooded and golden. And he had scars criss-crossing his plae skin.
Totally unconcerned and unafraid towards the man (6), Ailín blinked and pointed his index finger at him, palm up. "Why are you wearing a straight jacket?"

Seeing the Farf walk to the end of the hallway, he asked him in a amused tone, /Hey, physco. Why aren't you locked away in your nice, little padded room?/
Watching the man speak his name, Farf translated out loud. "Noble fire." This one, who looked like a smaller version of the Guilty One, except with only one green eye instead of two, was supposed to be the one who was going to burn a path of destruction through Tokyo. Watching the man turn and speak in their native tongue, Farfarello remained impassive as the musical voice danced from his lips.
/Farfarello, what are you doing out?/
Ignoring Crawford, Farfarello watched the chibi-Schuldig openly stare at him, and was slighlty suprised and amused that the man didn't have enough common sense to fear him, the Berserker of Schwarz.
/That kid does not look like me!/
/ Schuldig, that is not important. Farf, why are you out here? You know you should be in your room./
Farf lazily blinked, /I smelled blood and pain. The chibi-Schuldig is injured./
Crawford replied, /He was injured helping Nagi. You will not threaten him./
Their mental communication was disturbed when Ailín asked Farf about his choice of clothing. Farf padded into the room and sat in a chair across from Ailín, his golden eye not leaving Ay's face.
Ailín shrugged, totally unconcerned under Farf's eerie stare. "It's pretty cool, I like it. Especially the way the sleeves and buckles are dangling loose as if you just escaped from it."
Nagi coughed at that overly preceptive comment and Schuldig just laughed, unconcerned. The only one looking at chibi-Schu's eyes, Farf saw the serious and knowing gleam in them. Although said lightly, he was serious about the comment. Folding his arms, he rested his chin in them to continue watching the Noble One. This one proved intriguing. Hiding behind the pretty exterior, this man was very perceptive and took in everything around him. If not careful, he may even catch Schwarz in his destructive blaze.

Crawford pulled some bandages and bruise ointment from the first aid kit and walked towards Ailín. "Take off your clothes and I will dress your injury."
Farf noticed that the Noble One (7) and the Guilty One both raised their eyebrows at the same time. Although the comment lurked in the Noble One's eyes, the Guilty One actually voiced it. "Crawfish! Talking like that to an under-aged kid makes you a pedophile! And in front of the chibi, no less!" Schuldig made a "tsk-ing" sound as he shook his head, eyes closed."
"Ahh, Schuldig-kun... I'm twenty..."
Startled out of his mockery, Schu made a choking noise and then leaned over his knees having a coughing fit.
The American's lips twitched at his, whether at Ailín's use of the wrong honorific or by Schuldig's reaction to his statement. /Serves you right./
Schuldig looked up at Crawford, and peered through the strands of his mussed hair. "Shut. Up."
Turning back to the Noble One, Farf watched as the man shed his overly baggy clothes to reveal a lithe, toned body (8). Although slightly pale, the man was aestically pleasing, even with the small torso with longish arms and even longer legs. Seeing the blackish-blue bruise that went from the indent of his side down to the middle of his thigh, Farfarello's lips twitched. The constrast was even more apparent with the man's white Calvin briefs. His golden eye narrowed. Where his left hip bone lightly jutted out above his breifs, there seemed to be a burn-scar half covered by the elastic of the underwear.
Schuldig hissed when he saw the bruise, and he felt a strong wave of guilt from Nagi. /Good thing he was there, chibi. That's what he got from only being grazed from the car. From what I gathered, the car would have hit you full on./
Crawford crouched down to better see Ailín's black and blue right side, and was about to put ointment on the leg. /Do you have any idea of how erotic you look right now?/
/Schuldig./
/No, I'm serious. The way his body is all tense and his fists clenching, if you moved your head to the left by about six inches, it would look as if it came out of some gay porn./
Crawford's hands stilled in the application of the ointment to the worse of the bruising as Schuldig sent him a telepathic image of what he saw. Unfortunately, Schuldig was right. His body hid the bruising and Ailín looked flawless. Muscles tense and straining from the pain, eyes scrunched shut and pressing his lips togehter, Ailín looked good. Even the way his fiery hair fell, the strands floating around him, caressing his hands.
"Are you done with the ointment?" A slightly pained voice asked out.
Crawford looked up at Ailín. He was looking down, his eyes were opening and shimmering softly from unshead tears and his lips were parted slightly waiting for an answer. His tilted head caused a few strands of hair to tumble forward around his shoulder, and fell to brush at Crawford's own hair. The man was gorgeous.
"Yes, all I have to do is apply the bandage."
Ailín nodded causing the hair strands to bob on his head. Wrapping the bandage, Ailín hissed, and Crawford could smell blood. Glancing at the bare fisted hand with the white knuckles, he surmised the the nails on that hand periced through the skin.
Picking up on his chain of thought, Schuldig commented, /Strange, how he easily shed his outer clothes, but didn't take off that left glove./
/Hn./
Quiet up until know, still feeling guilty over causing Ailín to be so badly injured, Nagi supplied. /On all the websites I visited after being told about our possible involvement with him, they all commented on how he always wears gloves. And even in the pictures without gloves, advertisements and whatnot, you never see his left palm./
Schuldig rolled his eyes, /Bah! Sounds like a coincidence. Why would people want to see his left palm anyways? Why pose like that? ...Although I can think of a few good, other poses that he should do.../
/Hentai!/
Idly listening to the mental arguing, Farf looked at the Noble Fire's clenched left hand. Just like all his other actions, there is a hidden reason for that left glove. And he was determined to find out what it was.
With Crawford finished the bandaging of his left leg and hip, Ailín put his baggy shorts and t-shirt back on, and tied the sleeves of the long sleeved around his waist. Schuldig complained mentally at the loss of the pretty body to look at. When Ailín limped out of the room to call for a ride, Schuldig pouted
Looking at Crawford, he grumbled. "You should have told him to take off all of his clothes. Would've been a better view."
"Schuldig! Don't be perverted!"
Schuldig shrugged, then smirked. "Now I see why he's so popular with the females, and a select bunch of males."
Nagi hid his slight blush at that suggestive comment. But, Schuldig was right. Ailín was easy to look at.
Coming back into the room, Ailín announced that his ride would be there in five minutes. Hobble/limping to the door, Ailín slid into his shoes. Followed by Nagi and Schuldig, Ailín nodded at Schuldig, "Thank you for your hospitality. Ant you..." Ailín looked at Nagi, "...watch out for cars.
Schuldig sniggered as Nagi helped Ailín down to the elevators and waited with him for his ride. And when Nagi arrived back at the apartment, Schuldig played the messenger for Crawford. Telling Ngai that they had to go out and save Ichida's wrinkly ass from Weiss. Seeing the Noble One's forgotten glovelet, Farfarello picked it up and hid the small glove under his straight jacket.

The four assassins of Weiss climed out of the Seven and looked at Omi. Flipping open his laptop, he quiclky hacked into the warehouse's security system. System disabled, Omi closed the laptop and turned to his companions.
"Remember. We have to collect any information that may lead to the wherebouts of the missing people and kill Ichida."
Caressing the hilt of his katana, Aya murmured, "He's mine." Aya- chan could have easily been one of those missing persons stolen for Ichida's slave/prostitution ring.
Omi gave the other assassins a few more instructions, then they all ran off to gain access into the builing, and activatd their communicators while doing so.
/Oi, Crawfish. The Weiss kitties are here./
Lookind out the window and to where Schuldig was lying in wait on the floor of the warehouse, Crawford said aloud to Ichida. "The assassins are here."
Ichida looked to Crawford, "Take care of them."
"Yes, sir."
/Pretentious bastard.../
/Schuldig./
/Ordering us around? Telling us how to do our jobs? Ch' ...I almost want Weiss to triumph, only to see the look on that asshole's face just before he dies./
"Crawford. I am going to my office to retrieve something I have forgotten."
Crawford turned to Ichida, "Would you like me to accompany you?"
"That wilil not be necessary."
Idly listening to Schuldig's running commentary of the less-than- perfect nature of their employer, how the fight with Weiss was proceeding, and all the reasons for why Ailín did not look like him, Crawford glanced down at his watch.
/Five minutes./
/What does five minutes have to do with my hair having better body than.../
/It doesn't. It has been five minutes since Ichida went to his office to retrieve something./
/Maybe the imbecile got lost?/ Schuldig looked at the scene in front of him. Weiss was easily held back just by Farf and the chibi. Catching Siberian's bugnuks with two knives, Farf forcefully threw him back several feet. Farf turned his golden eye on Schuldig, "There's one more."
/Hey, Crawfie. I hate to break it to you, but Farf says there's one more./
/Assassin? But Weiss is occupied by Prodigy and Berserker./
/Maybe another kitten joined the litter? ...Nope. Farf just told me it was a fox, not a kitten./
/So the assassin does not work for Kritiker./
/New assassin, huh? Why didn't you get a vision about it?/
/I'm going to find him./ Crawford failed to mention that something was causing his visions to be less accurate and more elusive. Checking all the other offices on his floor and finding them empty, Crawford asked Schuldig to find Ichida.
/He's down here in the room Weiss is trying to get to. And there is someone with him. But someting is garbling my telepathy, so I can't read their thoughts./
Shoes clicking on the metal stairs that descended to the second level of the warehouse, Crawford replied, /Ignore Weiss and get to Ichida./
Looking at Crawford, Schuldig sighed mentally, then whined, /But playing with Weiss is all the fun I get!/ Turning to his teammates, and not caring if Weiss heard, he called out, "Farfarello, Nagi! We have to save Ichida from the fox."
Farafrello tapped his knife against his lips, "Hurting the Noble Fox will hurt God." Sucking on his knife tip, he muttered, "But hurting the Noble Fox will stop his destructive blaze... and I want to see it burn..."
"Whatever. Nagi, do something with them." Schuldig demanded, flicking his fingers at Weiss. Nagi pushed them back with his telepathy and followed after Schuldig, down the halls to where the receiving offices were kept. At the entrance, Crawford and Frafarello moved aside so Nagi could open up the impressive oaken doors with his telepathy.
"OI!!! Don't turn your backs on us and then WALK AWAY!!!" an insulted Yohji yelled, his wire singing as it was pulled out as he ran. Looking into the room, he skidded to a stop, only to have Ken run smack right into him.
"Balinese! Why'dya stop?!"
Abyssinian and Bombay carefully walked up to Yohji and Ken, looking at what caused Yohji to stop.
"How many assassins does this city have !?!"
Ignoring the playboy, Schwarz was looking at the kid who had Ichida pinned by his gun. The assassin, startled by Yohji's exclamation, turned his head to look at the eight men broken up into two groups of four, standing in the doorway and hallway.
Seeing the kid distracted, Ichida lunged at him, reaching for the gun. Almost as if he saw it coming, the kid's head whipped back to Ichida and he slid out of reach. Ichida managed to grasp the headband hiding the kid's hair, and stumbling forward, he pulled it off the kid's head. Keeping his gun pinned on Ichida, the kid spun as Ichida fell. Making his floor length duster whirl out and the the movement causing the unfastened buckles to jingling softly; his hair untwisting from it's knot and cascading around him, the long white streak obscuring his vision as it fell in front of his right eye.
Recognised by his unusual hair, Nagi cried out, "Ay-kun!"
Ailín looked up and cursed.

Author's Ramblings:
1) Once again, my lack of knowlegde is evident in my inability to describe how Crawford gets his visions. So, he'll actively pursue his visions the same way Ailín does.
2) This line "...vacation is time for play" was a part of a line spoken by Tsukino Usagi to Mizuno Ami in episode 20 of Sailor Moon ("Vacation is time for play, so play!")... I just thought it would be very funny to have Shuldig partially quote a girl who is his polar opposite.

3)When ever somebody is being talked about in anime, that person sneezes... so, if Schu and Crawfie are talking about Nagi via telepathy, shouldn't he still sneeze?

4) I Love this part. "A swing and a miss" is what comes to mind when Ailín is presented with a situation when his thédóir doesn't work. He's used it all his life and when he's deprived of it, he can't even do little things. Like "read" why two foreigners are living with an underage foreign kid.
5) Just showing more insight into Ailín's Talent. Although he is able to glean information concerning anything (thoughts, feelings, etc.) from a person, it works better/stronger/more precise when touch is used. The comment about his knowingness being quiet shows that his "thought/touch- induced sensitivity" doesn't work against Schu's and Crawford's sheilds.
6) No, Ailín isn't dumb enough not to fear Farfie, it's just that he knows he could easily beat Farfie with his fire. And therefore doesn't see Farf as that big of a threat.
7) Ailín means noble, so Farf calls him the Noble One. (Just like Schuldig means guilty, and calls him the guilty one.)
8)No, Ailín is not perverted or an exhibitionist. When somebody models, there's usually not a lot of privacy. Being used to that Ailín isn't hesitant to undress it in front of Schwarz. And although he is good looking, he is "less aware" of it than Yohji is.

Just some extra notes. Ailín's hair is basically the same color as Schu's except there are red highlights and the white streak on the right ride (except his is flow-y and cascade-y whereas Schu's is a little wild, Schu's hair reminds me of 80s hair). And he is mistaken as being younger because of his lean build and his huge mismatched eyes (make him seem cuter). Just picture a slightly taller Omi (a couple inches, or so) with hip length orange-red, white streaked hair. Big eyes, one blue one green, but with a girl's lashes, on a facial structure more resembling Ken's... hopefully that helped, but I'll eventually have pics posted on deviant art...

Oh, and if it's possible, please R&R. Even though I'm gonna write this sucker 'till it's finished, I just want to know if anyone is actually reading it, liking it, etc.