Author's notes: Hehe. Sorry for the typos. It was because asterisk don't show up and stuff for me to sensor bad words... So ya, I'll use the hyphen instead. Thanks for all your reviews! And ya, if I'm not lazy... I'll TRY to edit my chapters... Although I'm not sure I will very soon... I'm so lazy.

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Chapter 4

The next morning was filled with energy. It was bright, sunny and unusually perky. The birds were chirping happily their morning sonnet. The house was alive with the-

"Waaa!! Ran!! Talk to me!!!" The German's voice was the very earthquake to destroy the peacefulness of the sunrise. He was in the hallway trying to stop Aya off his tracks but the cold red head just ignored his presence and walked on. No way was he going to forgive this jerk.

Since last night he had not talked to him. The cold red head just continued reading his hardbound novel while the telepath tried to get him to listen to his apology that, obviously, was ignored. True enough, it was low for someone like Aya to be so angry about a seemingly 'well devised' prank to get him to scream like a woman in front of everybody. But the swordsman had more depth to his anger, he was so worried about how Schuldig's day went because he looked so sorrowful but then it was only a ploy to play around with his emotions like it was meaningless. The vexed look on the telepath's face was able to penetrate Ran's emotional barriers. It bothered him so that he was easily manipulated... If he had the usual strength of his mental barriers it would have been a lot easier.

And that girl really freaked him out. She was so solemn and emotionless. Like a real puppet, it's creator a true master of carving and design. He had made the most perfect doll, but not the perfect person. He had noticed yesterday that girl was always looking up at the ceiling when she was alone. As if someone was there talking to her or telling her a story, that in turn sent chills up the swordsman's spine. Who could she be listening to?

"Ran..." The somber voice rang into the 'cold one's' ears. And perfectly on impulse the Aya stopped. Was he really this responsive? No, maybe this was the conspiracy of the damned horse he had eaten yesterday... or could it be? Ran has become...

a softy?

"Look, Ran I'm really sorry..." He heard the German's voice again; it was calling him from behind, telling him to look back at those green eyes. But the sword master was stopping that persuasion, and the simplest formula had popped out in his head.

Look in eyes sad voice Aya must forgive... Nooo...

Slowly, but unwillingly he had given into the temptation and as probable, the German was miserable. But wait what if this was another hidden recorder stunt? Then, they'll nickname it RAN FORGIVES...

The darker red head's imagination ran wild the telepath had read it all and instantly, he had went down on his knees and hugged the swordsman. Strong arms wrapped tightly around Ran's waist. The sword master snapped out of his mind's eye, he looked down at the German who was now murmuring his very deep apology. The blade master looked down in astonishment. His eyes a little wide, the telepath was actually really apologizing?

Aya smiled. It was heartfelt enough for Schuldig to go on his knees, then it must be a real sorry. The former leader of Weiss knelt down as well and the orange head had let go of his waist. Their faces met, the swordsman's peaceful looking face made Schuldig's heart stop beating. He was smiling at him and so nicely too. The fine complexion of Ran's beautiful appearance made a slight tinge of red stain the telepath's cheeks. He then read the younger man's thoughts and he found one that was very special at the moment.

I forgive you, Schuldig...

/Really?.../ He asked with the telepathic line.

/Yes, really. Just don't do it again./ The red head answered. They were staring at each other in stillness and only the birds outside made noise. It was a magical moment, and some sort of signal the background changed into the really baby pink and blue shades with the bubbles. But just to ruin the moment, Schuldig gave a very mischievous grin. One that Aya was all too familiar with.

He wanted to run at that moment... run far, far away.

But the mind reader saw it coming and had beaten the other red head and Ran had given a yelp, toppled to the ground with such strength, the younger man had tried to look for some escape route but he was cornered by the telepath's powerful body. Crushed under the black wings was the cradled defenseless angel.

The sword master gulped. Their faces so close together and their bodies as well. He inhaled the scent of the German which was that of fine wine and a hint of cigarettes, he didn't dislike the smell it actually suited the older red head quite well. He can feel both his own heart and the mind reader's and he couldn't help the rising of blood that shaded his pale face. Then the telepath's grin grew wider, he slowly bent down to whisper his sentiments. "I love you, Ran..." The younger man was now redder and more shocked. He couldn't say anything; he knew that all the former member of Schwarz wanted was something that by the thought made Aya feel very uncomfortable such as pain... the will to make god angry. But this time it was different and he couldn't believe it.

"Schuldig... You're not hyper, are you?" He asked. Schuldig stared into his eyes still with his grin plastered on his face.

"No. Why? Is it wrong to say I love you?" The telepath asked softly. "Because I really do Ran. I am and always will be in love you..." Steadily, the German neared his face. Aya turned away, his heart was pumping too fast yet he could barely breath. But the German had got his free left hand, and pushed it gently to look at him. "Don't worry... I won't hurt you. We'll take this step by step." He whispered. "Just you and me... Here and now. I want you Ran..." He neared the young assassin, suffocated by the aroma of divine red roses. "Every inch of you is in my hands... your body, mind and soul... mine for all eternity..." His voice was even more soft and seductive. The building of fire between them was so intense that everything around them would be turned into nothing but ash. Just me and him he said...Forever? Although Aya hated to admit it, he was now very much captivated torturing call of love echoed in his inner mortal... or was it?

Unhurriedly, Schuldig's lips meet Aya's...

Forehead.

(A/N: LOL)

The telepath then got himself off the other red head. Standing up he walked toward the living room taking his stroll toward the corner and now was out of sight, while Aya was bewildered by what just happened. He sat up his handed rested on his forehead on where the German had 'passionately' kissed it.

No molestation?! Not... Something about "that"?!? What the hell??! I thought... And the...The floor may not be the most romantic of places but... but...The sword wielder was trapped in confusion. Did he WANT Schuldig to kiss him? Did he yearn and long for him to touch him as gently as he just did? The telepath's voice was like a dreamy lullaby... Was he...?

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He waited till his kitty had healed from the shock and had walked toward the library a little farther back. When he heard the door gently close, he gave a loud sigh, leaning against the corner. That was something that stressed him out. He wanted to kiss those soft lips. Allow himself to be swallowed by love and the desire he had kept buried in his soul but he then thought against it. Things were mentioned to be too early. He had remembered Natsumi's advice last night and she was right. If he really wanted Ran to be with him, then he had to wait till he was ready. The telepath knew by just looking at him he was knocked down into wanting the younger red head even more severely, that body, mind and soul... He can't live without him. Ran was love, his love. For Existence was cruel, for they say... without adoration, there is no life. He had to wait for it, till he can hold it forever and never let go.

Besides that he sounds more sophisticated when thinking about him... maybe he should write a book of poems about it.

To long and yet wait and to hold yet let go, was this infamous substance of our being called love?

The more he looked at it that way... He felt his soul come alive. The Ghost that lived in his body was awakened but the man he loved was incomplete. He knew the swordsman had plans of his own... I won't let you do that... Not ever. He won't let what he was looking for run away from him. This irresistible flow of power, will not escape him. He won't be able to accept it, if this was to leave him again... No, don't think about that. It isn't the time...

"Nii-san, have you seen Safron?"

The telepath looked down and found Yusuru. Her big emotionless silver eyes peered at him and he stared back with green orbs. "No, Yusuru, I haven't seen Safron. Where did you place him?"

"I don't know." She answered. "Where did you place him?" The telepath was startled by the question but didn't show it.

"Excuse me?"

"Where did you place my Safron... Nii-san?" She asked. Her voice broken, but her eyes were kept at its cold state. She has no thoughts...Since yesterday. How talented for a 12 year old. Even telepaths my age have the problems hiding thoughts... He said to himself. He closed his eyes and averted his head to face the wall across him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Yusuru. If you can't find your play-thing go and look for it." He replied, a little uncaring. She stared at him for awhile, then looked away.

"You're useless." With that remark she walked on, taking the corner and vanished. These harsh words made the mind reader smirk.

Necromancers...They think they're so powerful. But they're nothing but dead beings themselves...Brady will pay for convincing me to let her stay in my house...He looked for ways to complain and further annoy the much older man. But for now, I have to get ready for a little surprise.

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The certain cold brunette was in the alley, ironically it was very bright yet it was dark. He was just standing hands on his sides in his dark top with long sleeves and tight pants. Then a small smile appeared on his face and he set his hands on his back. "Come out now, I know you are all here." He said impassively. On cue, 10 men had appeared with various weapons on their dispense. Some snickering, they were dressed dirtily and some also had scars, even tattoos. They had the much younger man surrounded.

"A dog of the Takatori is here to play with us!" One remarked.

"This should be fun. And look, he's merely a boy. We'll kill him in one swing!" They all mocked him but he had remained silent and calm. "GET HIM!!" One man with a chain ran toward the lone figure in the center. He leaped up and then prepared for the blow. But... He stopped in mid-air. Panic swam through the floating man's veins.

"What th-"As he was suppose to complete the sentence. His chain had flung off his hand that then instantly broke his arm. Then an invisible force had struck him on the gut. Then on his jaw sending him to fly up into the air. Then another force sent him down back to the earth headfirst, crushing his skull and fresh crimson blood flowed off the corpse that lay lifeless. The rest of the attackers were filled with dread.

"RUN!!" The on with a mace screamed. He seemed to be the leader. But before any of them could, they were all stopped. Their eyes in horror as they felt their bodies being crushed painfully, their feet off the ground. The one beside the leader with the green hair was screaming in agony, his arm slowly and painfully being pulled out of its sockets. Yet they saw nothing doing this merciless act. Blood squirting out until the whole muscle was stretched to the limit making the red liquid substance pour out uncontrollably. The limp limb fell to the ground with a splash when it hit the bottom of its own pool of crimson. His comrades watched in horror as he was screaming for his own life to be taken away.

"As you wish." The boy answered his call and twisted his neck with a psychic energy. The rest of the while was followed by hollers of fear and throbbing

Moments later, there was nothing left but the lone man and severely crushed and well decapitated bodies. He had a few streaks of blood in his clothes but paid no mind to it. These men needed to pay with their lives, they were nothing but lackeys to a much bigger dog. But getting rid of them was partly important.

Silence....

/NAGI-WAGI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" The brunette screamed. Felt the corners of his ache, he covered his ears in pain. /Damn it, Schu, could you not do that?!?/

/I'm sorry. You might ignore me if I didn't./ Nagi growled and muttered a few curses.

/What do you want, Mastermind?/ The telekinetic could feel the grin come up on his former teammate's face.

/I know, you're looking for a certain someone./

/What do you mean?.../

/Fujimiya. I know that Takatori is looking for him, yes?/

/.../

/You're silence says it all./ He paused. /Well, just so you'd like to know I have him. But I want to surprise him./

/Surprise him...?/

/I want him to see his good friends. One last time./

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He looked at the clock on top of the barred windows. It was now after lunch, 1:36 pm. He was in the library for more then 5 hours. He was on a round table, two empty chairs beside him and 3 bookshelves to his left and right. The door was behind him, the room was decorated with cream-ish colored wallpaper but the door was white. Actually, the majority of the walls were of this hue. Except for a few chosen places like Schu's bedroom and the kitchen.

He had also finished reading the novel last night just 3 hours ago and was now in another story. The ending was pretty good, you see, the woman warrior's closest companions were actually leagued with her sister. They had betrayed their guild mistress. But despite the fact that she had to kill the traitors even if they knew each other for so long... She had ended up with the man she wanted to be with. It was a fairly good ending and was wondrously written. He had searched for the title of the book and the author but it had none. It was strange, it looked like it was published just a few years back but it was blank in the first pages. Where had Schuldig bought that book?

Hours ago Natsumi had came into the room and gave him some coffee and pastries. The drained coffee cup stood on the tray and on the breakfast plate was only scarps of what was food. Then again, there was a knock on the door and Aya responded that it could be opened. Natsumi then came in with a silver tray, on it was a tea kettle and a small traditional tea cup. Beside it was a plate of well-powdered tea cakes. She set them down beside his other novel and he gave her his thanks and she smiled.

"Master Fujimiya, do need anything else?" The maid asked politely. "I'm terribly sorry that I didn't get you a proper meal. You see we're out..."

"No, but thank you... " He replied. Letting the last words sink in. "We're out of food?..."

"Not really, master Fujimiya. Most of it except anything too sweet has gone missing. The Master of the house is now trying to crack the case." Ran had poured himself some tea and took a bite of the tiny round pastry. Then ate the rest. He was amazed by the sweetness of the powder it was covered in, it wasn't as disturbingly sweet as the usual cakes, so he had instantly liked eating it and he let it slowly melt in his mouth.. Then he took another one and bit it. "That sir, is made of the normal ingredients of any tea cake." She answered with her motherly smile.

"That's good." He said. No horse...Thank kami...

"Although, the master did make it himself."

Hm... the master of the house cooks well... Wait isn't that? He dropped the teacake it landed on the floor with a light 'pluck' then broke into half and a few crumbs had also separated from it. "... Say what?!" He had different ideas poured into his skull. The German might have put some evil concoction in it to make him feel all tipsy and he'd take advantage of him or some sort of aphrodisiac or even worse... those evil things that turn you into cute little animals, (insert dreaded music). He looked at the happy maid.

"He's good in cooking, yes?" The maid remarked. "He made it just for you. He kept saying," She cleared her throat. "my Ran-Ran might end up starving to death because some damn idiot had eaten everything! Grr... he's gonna pay!!!" Natsumi said along with the well-made gestures and the voice of the German. She had impersonated almost perfectly. Who knew that she had taken up the German accent just by the company of her master? "And then, he made some teacakes out of whatever was left. And one of the maids had been sent to the grocery." After awhile of very well acted impersonations, Natsumi had left the company of the red head. He went back to multi-tasking. While reading he was eating the food that Schuldig had mad for him. It was... a very nice thing to know actually, that the telepath really cares but...

he can't get too close. Damn, I told myself that a thousand times...No links to this world. I must forget...Everything. He saddened. I know no one here...

He swam in his thoughts, unaware of the silhouette behind him.

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In the dining room assembled all the servants of the household. In a very straight line, like soldiers going to war. Schuldig the General and Natsumi was the asst. standing by her 'general's' side, they were now in the session of finding the food snatcher. The telepath cleared his throat.

"All of you seem to be clean..." He said in a leader-ish manner. "Therefore, I will have none of you fed to Crawford." Everyone sighed in relief. One was even crying with happiness at the removed tension. Squeals of bliss echoed like the won some tournament and were now the champions of the season for their 1st time in years. Thank kami no evil American... he would have them eaten... Literally. "But, the culprit is still around the house. And I want all of you to be very alert!" His voice snapped and everyone straightened up.

"Sir, yes, sir!"

"Anything can happen while we aren't looking... You're all trained ninjas so use those skills!"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

As Schuldig opened his mouth to speak, he was then halted at the sound of a shattering glass. He followed the noise, his sense keen he then found the source of the racket had came from...

Ran! With no time at all, he had dashed toward the library. Upon reaching the door, he had burst it open. He peered at the red head who was cornered at the bookshelf on the right side. "Ran, what the?!" He peeked into the mind of the young red head and his eyes widened in shock. A spirit...? That can't be...

"Nii-san... Have you seen Safron?"

A trigger had been switched on in Schuldig's brain. He had remembered the necromancer was always peering up. Could it be that... Safron was a spirit? When he had thought of it, he had focused his eyes on the flying hardbound book toward his face. Immediately, he had dodged it, and then stepped back from the door. If he was dealing with a being such a spirit then he has to be very careful.

"What the hell is going on?!" He heard Aya shout from inside the library.

"I don't even know myself, kitty... Just be very careful." Schuldig replied. From inside the library... Several large hard books had floated of their bookshelves. The swordsman had thought it was a work of a telekinetic prowess. But something seemed different. The books flew out the door, aimed at the mind reader which he instantly evades, making a stance and ready to fend of any attack.

"Safron. Stop." The telepath heard the impassive tone of the young magician of the dead behind him. And everything was suddenly very quiet. "Good." The tattering of footsteps echoed the corridors. Schuldig looked back, he saw her coming toward him and his helpers somewhat horrified. Probably because flying novels wasn't part of their job description...

Yusuru stopped in front of the German. Her eyes trying to send daggers through his soul, but he maintained unaffected. "Idiot. This is your fault..."

"Excuse me?" He asked with a fine eyebrow raised up. She looked at the opened door to see the rather surprised and tired Aya.

"He wants him... Because of you, he wants him."

TBC

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