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Chapter 5

"Repeat that please... I didn't quite understand..." Schuldig said somewhat angered and also lying because he understood it... All to well, he understood it. Yusuru looked at him lifelessly, and then closed her eyes, probably thinking to herself.

"Safron likes him...a lot..." Aya, who was at the doorway looked at her confused. Who? Liked what? Where?... Huh?... She turned a little to gaze at Aya. "Although I'm not surprised why he likes him. Sophisticated, intelligent... not to mention good-looking."

"Hey, aren't you too young to be talking about this?" Schuldig interrupted, annoyed because of 2 things one, there's a ghost who seems to be lusting over his Ran-ran. And 2, he felt mediocre that he can't kill the already dead thing that is lusting over HIS property. Why can't spirits just rest in peace?

"What the hell is going on?" Ran asked walking out of the room. Still calm despite the fact that some unknown thing attacked his teacakes. At that the telepath walked up in front of him and cupped his cheek he stared at the sword master's eyes with worry.

"Ran-ran... Are you hurt?" He asked his voice sounded like it was both angry and at the same time concerned. The younger redhead didn't mind the way the mind reader was holding him, he enjoyed the warmth of his hand and the nearness of his figure against his own but he tried his best not to show it.

"No, I'm all right. It actually just wasted the food." He replied, stepping back and gestured at the tea that had been scattered on the table and the little sweets that had been thrown in various places of the room. The telepath sighed in relief.

"As long as it didn't hurt you then it's ok."

"You should take a closer care of him, Schuldig." A manly voice said from the sidelines near the servants. Both redheads looked at that direction and saw the American in his usual calm façade. The servants had backed away in fear, they were now staring at the man that could get them eaten alive for insubordination of any sort and were very lucky that they got Schuldig who was... sadistic but then he was nice... from time to time.

"Brad... What are you doing here?" Schuldig asked a little more light-hearted than th previous worried tone.

"I saw it in my vision. And don't call me that..." Crawford stated. He shifted his gaze at the younger red head, who sent back his trademark death glare. The American smiled, /Fiery as usual...Schuldig... you do wonders to the soul...He doesn't look as tired and damned as my visions showed me./

/Thank you, thank you./ The telepath replied proudly in their secret conversation. "Now... Why don't we all have a nice chat?" The telepath said braking the silence.

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They were in the living room. Crawford was seated on a lone arm chair and across him was the necromancer in another armchair. In the much larger divan with small tables on the sides with lampshades on top of them was Ran who was beside the Oracle much to his dislike but the telepath had assured him that the American won't attack him while he himself was beside the girl. In between them was a coffee table with a wood like design. And under that was a soft well made carpet, and above was a bright yellow-ish light. Natsumi stood behind her master, awaiting anything anyone would need.

"What is exactly is going on?" Ran spoke up.

"Abyssinian, there is a little crisis going on." The American replied calmly. He crossed his legs and went into his 'let's talk business' mode.

"About what?" The red head asked.

"Her." She gestured at Yusuru. "She is a necromancer of high skill. And we have recovered her from past kidnapping. She had been missing for a few years and we were able to get her back."

"A necromancer? They're still people like that in modern days?"

"Yes, but only a few in our bureau. Most are still sleeping. She is one of the 4 that we know today, quite rare really. They have the power to bring the dead back to life and cast spells and charms by using dead and undead corpse. I'm sure you know of it."

"I see... so what just attacked Schuldig's teacakes was a dead being who hasn't rested in peace?"

"Precisely."

Schuldig watched them talk was impressed by how calm they both stayed. It was like they were making a bargain on a very expensive piece of furniture. The telepath himself can be calm but not always serious like this. Schuldig shifted his eyes on the necromancer who was still the lifeless doll just sitting there hands on her lap.

"What exactly do you need them for?... you're not planning that world domination again are you?" Aya asked. The American gave a small chuckle.

"Of course we're not that desperate. We're just caring for our fellowmen."

"Yeah right. And I'm holy..." The sword wielder said sarcastically and the American laughed a little louder. Schuldig turned his head to look at the American... There's something weird here...

"Well, it's partly true, dear Abyssinian. Although, of course as you know we have more profundity than that, there are still a lot of scumbags in the world. Somehow, they just keep coming out." He smiled. "Such as myself, and Schuldig have already left the grasp of our old organization. We are making new ties and getting in a much more peaceful side."

"In other words, you're like a refuge base for people with special abilities... trying not to get seen, killed, and used by anyone. Yes?" Ran answered coolly. "Unoriginal..."

Crawford gave a courteous nod. "You haven't lost those keen senses of yours... I'm impressed."

Schuldig twitched unconsciously. He can feel it, sense it, it was surrounding the room. His dear and oh so loving partner is now starting to flirt with his kitten... What joy. Although he kept silent, keeping a good watch on those evil American hands... They were very fast tricky hands... Not to mention sneaky and suspicious. (Ignoring that there's a possibility that the man is not flirting but simply having more than a 30 word conversation with Ran.)

Why does everyone want what I own? Can't they get their own?! He took a short gaze at Ran's face then back at prophet's hands, making sure nothing happens, he wasn't even sure of what they were talking about anymore, just as long as his 'friend', (although now was no longer a friend but more of a evil-stealer-of-lovers) doesn't touch ANYTHING. All is in gods' sacred hands... But if he did feel his 'lover', oh he was going to cut those limbs and shove it up the American's ass.

"Although I don't get one thing..." Ran said, more of saying his thoughts aloud then to actually talking to anyone. "what did Yusuru mean when she said 'he wants him...'?"

There was an uncalled for silence in the room.

"Ran... Maybe you should go to sleep..." Schuldig said standing up and nearing the other red head.

"Hmm? Why?"

"You look really tired... Besides, I have a surprise for you tomorrow..." The German grabbed the Aya's arm and pulled him up. "Come now." Evidently trying to avoid the topic as much as possible as long as that poltergeist was around... the possibility of flying objects has gone up far from half of its rate.

"But..."

"Master Fujimiya." Natsumi said politely, leading the rather baffled sword wielder to the Master's bedroom. As the sound of their foot steps faded away, the telepath sat back down with a loud sigh and Crawford shifted a little on his seat to sit up straight.

"You haven't told him yet have you?" The pre-cog stated calmly and Schuldig glanced at the American.

"No... Not about some freak lusting over him. Are you insane?! If I tell Ran that he'll leave the house as fast as I can talk in German!" He stated and Crawford looked at him weirdly with an eye brow arched up. "... Or are you talking about another thing?"

"I meant about 'him'." Crawford gave another serious statement. "Did you tell him about that?" The telepath grinned and shifted his gaze at the dead doll on the sofa.

"Are we going to have a meeting tomorrow, Brad? With Yasu, do we need her support again?" The German replied, obviously out of the subject. The American couldn't help but let a small smile out at the remark; he can sense that his partner didn't want to talk about the past. It makes him feel... unwanted.

"Yes, we do have a meeting. And yes, Yasu will be there... why you miss her? And can you not call me Brad?" he said the last sentence distastefully at his the sound of his first name.

Yasumi Tsujiimoto was the president of the Tsujiimoto Corporation which support various sects of underground societies such as Brad's business which were not known by officials of course, but not like she helped any business right of the shelf she was actually very picky. Her industry provides cash, technology, lawyers and land. In other words, they support big companies making them earn millions and billons of yen, due to interest. She was also well acquainted with martial arts and had the strategic mind of that of a General of the Army.

The mind reader let out a laugh then plastered the grin on his face. "Hehehe. Well, I miss conducting evil with her if that's what you mean. And you sound cuter!"

"Can you for once not mock me?..."

"...No."

Crawford sighed. He already knew the answer so why bother asking that? "Anyway, why do you ask we have a meeting? I know you hate leaving the house at these times because Fujimiya is always left here. So why now?"

"Well, if it's not a problem..." he paused. "Can he come along? And meet Yasu?"

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He was very sleepy...

Not only that, he was also in a very red expensive of vehicle with the evil telepath right beside him humming some song of his origin while he himself sat there with a seatbelt on, forced to leave the walls of the villa, dressed in dark colored jeans and dark blue colored top under a brown velvet jacket that he didn't own including the very expensive black leathered shoes on his feet(although suited him fairly), hungry also because he had not even eaten breakfast, sleepy because it is now 3 in the morning and he slept at what looked like 11 or 10 due to the endless curiosity of wanting to find out what that necromancer was trying to say last night.

The sword master gave out a small sigh. He was also looking at the things outside the vehicle. It was empty and dark with only the streetlights to see around the place. Only a few cars passed by, and Yusuru was not with them. It seemed like the American had taken her with him the last night. Did the spirit person go along with her? Was he still in the house?

"Don't worry kitten, we're almost there. And no, the poltergeist is still in my house and we have sent various people to go there and get it to rest in peace so don't worry about being molested in the middle of the night by thin air..." Schuldig obviously took a glimpse at the younger man's mind. Wearing his black foreign looking hat and warm colored clothes with the suspenders and all.

(A/N: If you've seen the Gluhen series you'll see what I'm now horribly describing... I'm bad at describing clothes so forgive me. If you have seen it... maybe ehm I can try to find a pic or you can do it yourselves)

"...Huh? What? Sorry, Schu, I wasn't listening..." Aya turned back to look at the driver while he was gazing outside, his voice sounding sleepy.

"Nothing, Ran-ran. I said you're very pretty." The mind reader sighed out. These were the times when he really wanted Ran to listen to him the most, especially regarding his safety. Although he liked the way Ran had been calling him Schu, his nickname heard from the younger man was like hearing the anthem of angels. "And that we're almost there. So don't fall asleep, yet."

"All right." He replied and looked back out at the empty sidewalks.

Stillness...

"Say Ran..." Schuldig spoke up but still concentrated on the road. The younger redhead looked back at him with a questionable expression on his face. "Have you ever had a relationship with anyone?" Aya gagged mentally.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, a girlfriend a boyfriend... both?"

"...Why are asking such a question?.. And you'd already know anyway... You can read minds..."

"Thank you for stating the obvious, love." The telepath purred. "But I'd appreciate it more if I didn't have to read your mind to get me to find out more about you, it takes away the bonding process. And I'm pretty sure you'd like it better that you have your own space and I will respect that."

"Since when did you start caring about leaving personal for me?" Aya snapped back a little suspiciously.

"I care about you."

Aya shrugged at the words. He cares?...

Yeah right.

Suddenly the car stopped, they were in a parking place inside a building in the German's personal parking spot just a few meters away from the elevator. In there it was also dark with a few white lights. They both got off the car and the sword master surveyed the area.

The place didn't look flashy at all. It looked old, smelled old... It was just... old. It was weird that the German would bring him to such a place and actually like it. Schuldig walked silently towards the elevator and the former member of Weiss followed, the doors shut closed and for a while they just stood there. The telepath peered at the buttons, then pressed the number 5 three times. They suddenly, the cheap buttons were extracted in and a hypersensitive screen appeared its background was blue and there were some English letters spelled out in silver that said, 'Welcome, please type ID'. Obviously, the technology was farther into the future then modern tools. The younger red head stared blankly at the change. It was like one of those movies. The mind reader typed a few things and then the elevator started to descend instead of going up. A secret agency underground a cheap skyscraper? Yep, movies...

"Nice, yes?" The German asked and Aya just nodded, still fascinated by the futuristic tools. "This is custom made stuff by none other then the great Crimson. Heard of him?" Now, Aya choked mentally.

"Crimson?... The genius programmer, hacker and technologist?... Not only that but one of the wanted assasins in the whole Takatori family? Including the bastard and his brothers and Persia?" He said in awe. And the telepath nodded.

"Crimson is the twin brother of Desert. Heard of her?"

"One of youngest strategist of today... Known for her cunning in weapons, martial arts and business..."

"Yes... Gosh kitten, you sound like a stalker..." He replied slightly amused.

"They were a target... Unfortunately the mission was terminated for several reasons one would be lack of info and second, too dangerous."

"Well, the old man was right in not sending you. You'd be dead, if I went in alone in their territory I'd be dead." He paused. "But the sad thing now is... Crimson, also known as Kogoyoshi Tsujiimoto had died in a mission. And now only his sister, Yasumi is alive." At the sentence he felt Schuldig's cheeky composure diminish slightly. He glanced at the telepath trying to make contact but his eyes were cast down. Is this the closest to emoting that the older man can conduct?

Maybe he felt bad for the twin sister being left all alone. It reminded him a little of himself and his younger sister in the past, the real Aya. But a comatose is very different from a permanent sleep. He wondered how old the girl would be... In her stature... She'd be around her late 30's. The information was so minimum that they only knew their codenames and the expertise but beyond that was a mystery; he didn't even know they were brother and sister, twins, until now. But Schuldig knew a lot which states that he had known the twins for years. So he had hid them from the Takatori the whole time... He was loyal. Meaning, he was close to the family. But, the swordsman felt there was something more to it but he couldn't quite grasp it.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. The German steeped out first and Ran followed. And welcomed by a certain American and a necromancer. The telepath's usual stature reappeared again making Aya confused.

"Yo." Schuldig said with a trademark grin and Crawford smirked in response.

"You're two minutes late, Schuldig..." The American said with impassive eyes and a calm voice.

"Hehe. My bad... Well, shall we?" He replied slyly. "Shall we?" The American nodded and walked ahead with Yusuru beside him through the cold small hallways.

/Schu... You never told me what we're doing here?.../ Ran said, feeling uncomfortable with the surroundings.

/We have to take care of a project... I brought you along because some people are 'fixing' my house./ He replied through the telepathic line. /And like I said... I have a surprise for you later./

They walked on till they reached a sliver colored double decked door and two silver handles. Brad took the handles and opened them with ease and they entered the very spacious briefing room, the walls were like an abyss, not knowing what lay beyond them. They walked in and felt the door behind them begin to slowly disappear. There was a large rectangular shaped table with 8 remote keyboards on the desk corresponding to the 8 chairs and a large flat screen on the black wall behind the. Ran felt like he entered holy ground that would be eventually swallowed by evil, the floor was a mirror of and the room's source of light. He looked down and saw his reflection. If he was a woman, wearing a skirt was a sin in this terrain and despite the jacket he was wearing it was quite cold. Then he just remembered Yusuru was wearing a dress... ok, no more looking down. Even if she's just kid you shouldn't go looking there...

"Well, well isn't it our two foreigners and their play things." A voice said in the corners of the darkness. Then 2 figures came out from their left. "I wasn't thinking Yasu would invite you... Must be something unimportant if you two are here." The voice said cockily. It was a man with raven colored locks and dark blue eyes, his of shoulder length and long bangs kept away from his fair face. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a green v-neck his hand in his right pocket, on his feet were black shoes. A grin playing on his lips. The one beside him was a brunette with gold eyes his hair was much shorter and was a little unruly, wearing a white shirt with a collar and blue jeans on his feet were sneakers.

These two were the head of security and are also skilled assassins for the Tsujiimoto. If Persia had Weiss. Then Yasumi had these two.

Plaything?.... Aya said coldly in thoughts. He was certainly not a 'thing' nor was he something that was used to 'play' with. He was twitching unconsciously till he heard Schuldig smirk at the other men's remark.

"Excuse us for having something to look forward to when you little kiddies are asleep..." He said seductively and the man scowled at the back fired insult. But the swords master couldn't help the blood flow on his face making him turn bright pink at the remarks.

"Schu... Don't bring me into this..." Crawford said a little irritated. "I don't molest little children so quit trying to dream of it ever happening. This is not the time to do childish things." The telepath snickered. And the man with a white shirt grinned.

"Trying to impress Desert won't do you any good, Crawford-san..." The brunette remarked making the American raise a eyebrow in disgust.

"Oh?..." The American replied. "What makes you say that I am trying to impress her?" Ran could feel a very ominous energy overflow from the prophet as he glared at the other man. Schuldig had crossed his arms before his chest as he also glared at the other two men with a smug smile. Strange... he looks happy after being insulted.

"Oh, just the fact that you do everything she tells you to do..." He sighed trying to sound friendly but it came with malice instead.

Now, this made Crawford burn a little. Because he only followed orders that he would benefit from, not because he was a slave. Usually, it wasn't exactly orders he thought of accurately the same thing as the leader and seeing which would lead to a much brighter future. Despite the blazing hatred he remained silent and just looked at them.

"And you, German..." The brunette spoke again. He looked at Ran who just stared back impassively. He grinned. "Cheating on your old.."

"Lupus... subtract 30 percent from pay check, Leo subtract 35 percent from pay check. Well, I'm going to save a lot of money today, aren't I?" A mature feminine said amusingly. They all looked at the desk to see a woman with silky ebony hair draped on her shoulders, sitting on the 'head' part of the table, her high heeled covered feet on the table, right over left and legs covered in dark blue polyester coated pants. Wearing a trench coat of pure black under was a sleeveless turtle neck of good quality cotton with a small diamond-studded white gold cross dangling from her neck by a silver box-chained design necklace. She was young around only 23 and matured properly she was curvaceous and young. Her violet eyes gazing at the men with interest and porcelain skin reflected by the light on the floor, left arm on the arm rest while the other was supporting her head.

Aya gulped at the powerful feel to her eyes, he had never seen a woman with such a strong stare... It was like a man's or maybe his own. He felt like just by looking into her eyes, he could be swallowed into darkness and yet feel no pain. Like a hole was being drilled into his gut.

"Yasu?! What are you doing here so.-"

"Early?... A certain prophet told me to come here 10 minutes early 15 minutes ago... who would have thought this was the so-called 'interesting' prediction he saw." She said again, looking at the ravened haired man who she interrupted before he could continue his sentence. And the two foreigners snickered amongst themselves. Aya sighed at the notion, this was nothing more then a prank for what looked like rivals-of-uneven-level-of-foreign-bastards. Crawford actually teamed up with the telepath for such foul immature things? The world is indeed a very strange land... The woman put her legs down on the mirror-like ground. Who would have known the American had some childish antics in him at this age?

"Now, can all of you please take your seats so we can get over and done with this briefing."

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"You found Aya-kun?!" Mamoru shouted at the brunette in front of him in disbelief. He was happy but shocked, he stood up from his chair and the brunette nodded. They were once again in the dark office.

"Yes. He is with Schuldig... According to him he found him wondering around Tokyo half-dead. He said to rendezvous in the park at 8:00 a.m." The telekinetic said seriously. And Persia nodded, he was going to meet him again. After all these months, he was going to meet the forsaken leader of Weiss.

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"Signum?" The brunette, also known as Leo said confused. The woman nodded and leaned her elbows on the desk, her fingers laced together. The dark walls of the room were still very evident. By her right was Crawford, the Schuldig, Aya, and Yusuru. And her left Leo, beside Lupus

"Yes, according to our sources that is name of the federation of so-called righteousness that kidnapped Yusuru-chan 3 years ago." She said seriously.

"Righteousness, ah? Sounds more like terrorists..." The Lupus, the dark headed man snorted. "Like that's new..."

As Yasumi was talking, briefing them in the plan Ran took the opportunity to study her more closely. He had noticed that under her violet orbs were darkening rings. It wasn't that obvious because it was hidden by a little dash of cosmetics but then that meant that she was hiding something from everyone. Then he remembered what the telepath had told him earlier about her brother's death. Was that the reason why she seemed to lack sleep? She was the new leader of the organization and to show weakness would be the beginning of its down fall. That sad fact bothered him.

The telepath sensed some sort of uneasiness from the man beside him. He wasn't looking in his head but he could feel he was troubled.

Yasumi sighed. "Well, that ends the briefing..." She said. Lupus and Leo stood up but all the rest remained seated. "You know what to do with Yusuru, right?"

"Don't worry, Yasu. We'll take care of it." Lupus replied with a green. "Let's go, Yusuru."

"Hai." She replied, following both of them into the shadows of the span.

The telepath grinned. "Haven't been getting much sleep lately have you, Yasu?" She smirked at the remark, relaxing her back on the chair.

"Maybe..." She answered and looked at Ran who stared back. She flashed a somewhat angry glare which sent shivers down the swordsman's spine but he showed no reaction to it. "Ran slash Aya Fujimiya, former Weiss, Leader of the 4th generation, weapon Katana, codename Abyssinian. Yes?" She asked and he gave her a small nod. "I heard a lot about you from the dark areas of the city. You're quite a name in the assassin role, so I've heard... You worked for Reiji-san, yes?" He gave another nod. "Former teammate of the now crowned 'Persia', Mamoru Takatori, Ken Hidaka, and Yohji Kuduo... Also former leader of two deceased members.." He gave once again another silent nod. Silence

"Ran..." Now he was startled at the casual use of his name. "Would you like to meet them all today? One last time."

TBC...

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