Brain Waves

Weiss Kreuz/ Gundam Wing crossover

By: Lazeralk

Standard disclaimers apply

Part 3

AN: Because is deleting my little telepathic speech marks, all such speech with now be in parenthesis ok? So (…blah…) means people talking mind to mind. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it means the world to me.

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"So what's our cover this time oh great and fearless leader?" asked Schuldig from his sprawl on the overstuffed chair in the living room.

Moonlight filtered in from the sliding glass doors, casting the redhead in supple shadows. Bradley sat on the matching couch across from him, a file full of documents open on his lap. The seer looked up to regard his subordinate, taking in his lanky form sitting sideways in the chair, legs thrown over the armrest.

"We wont be working for Takatori again if that's what you're worried about." He answered, adjusting his glasses.

Schuldig scoffed, running a hand through his bangs.

"Which one of us is the telepath here?"

Bradley just raised an eyebrow in response.

"The kid knows who I am. And they are Gundam pilots. We aren't going to get close enough to him if we have a stupid cover."

"Like florists?" answered Brad.

Schuldig smirked, "Yeah, like florists."

"Esstet wants us to be colony supporters," began the other.

The telepath snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Sure, they wont see right through that, uh huh…gimme a break. These brats might be kids, but they're not stupid. They're trained terrorists after all. Besides, blondie knows about Esstet and what they tried to do to him. I doubt that he'll believe anything but a slightly modified version of the truth."

The Oracle steepled his fingers, giving his companion his full attention.

"What degree of modification would he be willing to accept?"

"I think we should go for the whole, we were sent to kill you for escaping, but we've turned against Esstet, come back to Germany with us to help us shut them down, thing."

Brad considered it for a moment, his eyes lazing over as his was struck with a vision. The silence dragged on and in response, Schuldig dug a cigarette out of his pocket.

"Change the 'sent to kill you' to a 'sent to recapture you' and we shouldn't be shot on sight by the kid's boyfriend." Said Brad.

Schuldig raised an eyebrow and lit up, taking a drag before answering.

"That's a little too close to the truth for comfort don't ya think?"

"Perhaps, but it will have to do." The Oracle smiled at not-so-unintentional slip his friend had made. It was indeed a little too close to the truth.

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"What happened to you Q?" asked Duo, staring at his friend across the kitchen table of the apartment they were sharing in Tokyo. Trowa had wrapped his arms around the blonde and hadn't let go since they'd left the airport.

Quatre was bundled up in large felt blanket, a streaming mug of hot chocolate ala Duo sitting in front of him. Quatre snuggled further into his lover's arms and looked at the four pilots who were staring at him expectantly.

"Heero, could you run a search for an organization called 'Esstet'?" asked the blonde. The Japanese teen nodded mutely as he pulled out his laptop and began to type. Quatre paused, and then licked his lips before he began.

"The mission went fine, target silenced, no witnesses, no other casualties, you know? Perfect. I was out the back door and on the street, just an innocent bystander when someone knocked me out. When I woke up I was in a hospital type room, just lying on a bed. It was so weird, I wasn't tied down or anything, and I didn't have my weapons, but still, no restraints, no drugs, nothing."

He paused again and reached a hand out to grasp the mug in front of him. He took a sip and gagged.

"Allah! Duo, what is in this?" cried the Sandrock pilot, the back of his hand pressed to his lips as he made a face at the mug.

"Liquid mousse and chocolate espresso, why?" answered Duo innocently. The others gave him shocked expressions. Quatre looked at him like he suspected the loud American was not quite sane before he pushed the mug away and continued to report.

"Anyway, I got up and was about to walk out when an older man came in dressed like a doctor, he turned out to be a telepath. He told me that I hadn't been captured by OZ as I'd suspected, but by an organization called Esstet. Apparently Esstet specializes in psychics and they want me for my empathic ability. I knocked the doc out after I'd gotten some more information out of him, stole his clothes and tried to make an escape. I ran into another man, maybe early twenties, redhead, German decent, also a powerful telepath, who gave me even more info and then knocked me out again.

When I woke up…I was…well, I don't know exactly what they were doing to me but it really hurt. There were needles and wires poking me everywhere, machines beeping all around me. It hurt so much that my consciousness just receded and my space heart reached out to find someone who wasn't in pain. I wanted to be mad, they were all around me, doing horrible things to me and they felt nothing. I was just another experiment to them. The machines went wild after that, I guess I messed up whatever it was they were doing, because they started pulling all the needles and the wires out. When they were all gone, I got up and killed them all.

I don't know what happened, maybe something about the weird experiment they were doing on me, but I suddenly knew the complex like the back of my hand. I knew where they'd tossed my weapons and how to get out and who to avoid. It was…surreal. Convenient though. I got out of the building and the redhead, Schuldig, was waiting for me. I guess…he felt sorry for me. He drove me to the airport and got me on the plane. He was actually kind of nice."

Quatre was quiet after that, turning his face into Trowa's shoulder.

Duo crossed his arms over his chest, looking skeptical.

"Psychics? Are you sure they didn't shot you up with somethin' Q?" he asked, violet eyes narrowed.

"Duo, I'm a psychic. What's so hard to believe about it?" asked the blond, catching the Deathscythe pilot's distrustful feelings.

Duo sighed and crossed his arms behind his head.

"If you say so Q. Find anything interesting Heero?"

"Hn."

"Predictable." Muttered Duo. Heero turned around long enough to glare at him but otherwise didn't react.

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"Can we play with the kitties?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I want to hurt God."

"No."

"Hurting the kitties will hurt God."

Schuldig sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

"Farf. For the last time, we are not allowed to interact with Weiss. If they attack us, then you can play with them, but other than that we have to leave them alone. Got it?"

Farfarello was quiet for a few seconds, then:

"Can we hurt God now?"

"No."

"What about the little one?"

"No."

"His friends?"

"No."

"His teddy bear?"

"How do you know he has one?"

"He looks like he would."

"If you say so."

"His boyfriend?"

"Farf! Shut up!"

"If you're going to argue, do it quietly." Snapped Brad, his laptop open in front of him as he registered his team under fake names to a nice inner-city apartment. The four of them were sprawled all over the otherwise empty first class cabin of their flight into Tokyo.

Schuldig stuck his tongue out at his leader and settled down into his chair, opening a link to Farfarello just in case. He rarely, if ever, went any deeper into the mad Irishman's psyche than just the surface thoughts. Farfie was a prime example of asylum quality insanity, and though Schuldig wasn't exactly stable himself, even he avoided the darker regions of the psychotic man's mind.

Nagi picked up his pillow and settled his blanket around his shoulders like a cape as he made his way over to Schuldig. He pushed the armrest up between them and curled up beside the older assassin, putting his pillow on the redhead's chest. Schuldig adjusted his arms as his young teammate snuggled up with him and then draped them across Nagi's back.

(I want to hurt God.) Whispered Farfarello in Schuldig's mind.

(No.)

(We'll hurt God when we land, you and me.)

(No.)

(I want to paint red flowers with the kitties.)

(No.)

(It will be fun. You know you want to hurt the blonde kitty. The one with green, green eyes.)

(No. Farf, go to sleep.)

(No.)

(If you go to sleep now and not ask to hurt God until after we get to our new apartment, I'll let you paint red flowers, but not with the kitties. We're not allowed to play with the kitties. But you can paint your flowers, ok?)

(Promise?)

(Yes Farf, I promise. Now go to sleep.)

(Ok.)

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"I hate school." Muttered Duo under his breath as he tied off the end of his braid with a new hair band he'd stolen from the convenience store down the street. His new dark blue uniform looked good on him, but that didn't stop him from hating it. He and Trowa were posing as brothers who'd moved from America. Wufei and Heero were going into their target base as new recruits and Quatre was sitting at home bored out of his mind. Duo would have gladly switched places with any one of them, except Trowa for obvious reasons.

Quatre on the other hand was happy for the slight reprieve he was getting and had taken it upon himself to stock the apartments fridge and pantry.

"Duo, hurry up, we'll be late." Said Trowa, looking comfortable and natural in his matching uniform. The violet eyed pilot swiped his lunch, lovingly prepared by Quatre, off the counter and stuffed it into his backpack.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get yer panties in a twist." He retorted in English. He pretended to hurl when Trowa shoved his tongue down Quatre's throat and then the two of them were off to high school. Again.

Quatre hugged both Heero and Wufei, getting typical reactions out of them both. Heero stared down at him, glaring at the physical contact and utterly clueless as to how he was supposed to respond and Wufei sputtering in indignation, trying vainly to pry himself loose as his blushed furiously.

The blonde smiled sunnily and waved them off as they went to sell their souls to OZ. The door closed behind them, leaving Quatre to stare at it, all alone. He sighed heavily and started towards the kitchen to put the meat in the marinade for dinner. It was going to be a long day.

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End part 3