I just needed a small break from Angels Dark and Light but I'm still working on it, I promise!
disclaimer: I don't own WeiB, but wish I did(like many others out there)
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Schuldig was wide eyed and terrified when Nagi came up to him with The Question. True, The Question had been hanging over all of their heads for the past month and a half, and every member of Schwarz was scared that the little Japanese boy was going to ask them. Because one could not just tell the telekinetic to ask someone else. He had that way of transforming those usually so vacant eyes into chibi orbs of doom.
" What am I going to tell him if he asks me?" Schuldig had once said to Crawford early after dropping the boy off at school. The American had merely adjusted his glasses and continued reading the paper. Schu could only pace and wonder. Meanwhile the American had been pondering the same thing.
" Crawford, why can't you tell who the boy will put the question to?" came the smooth voice of the psycho in the corner. He had been leaning against the wall with three butter knives. The white haired man had somehow gotten it into his mind to make them just a little bit sharper. Crawford had set the paper down very slowly, and Schuldig took a step back.
" Because, Farfarello." He spoke very slowly, clearly holding back anger. " It doesn't always work that way." Schuldig had felt the precog's mind twirling with its own thoughts. What answer would Crawford give? After all, it was a dangerous thing, The Question. It could mean the life of one of the members of Schwarz.
Farfarello had looked on at the frustration in the other men's actions. He had no idea why this was such a big deal. After all, it wasn't even hurting God in any way, at least not in the Irishman's opinion. He had wondered aloud if maybe the boy would ask him The Question, and if it would really matter if he did.
" That's impossible, Farf," snapped the German psychic, " you don't have any experience with this issue." The Irishman had shrugged and slunk off to muse in a more private area of the house.
And now the issue was here, and Nagi was looking up at Schuldig, his large eyes pleading for the positive answer to his question. The Question. And what could you say to those eyes, the pleading expression, the almost trembling lip?
" All right, all right. I'll take you out for your driving hours." Schuldig's worst fears were confirmed, and he sighed, defeated. Crawford peered around the corner, a grin spreading across his mouth. Relief washed over him; he had foreseen what driving with that boy would be like. He almost pitied the German for having to do this. Almost, because the couch was still in need of repair from a certain drunken redhead's gun.
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Schuldig clutched the door with trembling hands, and the doorknob audibly rattling when he turned it to come in. He walked determinedly to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of beer and a pack of cigarettes, and slumped onto the couch. Farfarello came upon him there and leaned forward to watch him, grinning. When the German did not move, but remained staring into space for an hour and half, the psycho's grin became even wider, and he straightened up.
"Crawford, Nagi and Schuldig have returned." he called. The American came in to the living room already knowing what he would find. He sent Farfarello away; the man wasn't making matters any easier. Crawford pulled up a chair and sat across from the psychic, taking note of the empty bottle and the half pack of cigarettes.
" How'd it go?" he asked, and glared at the sudden burst of psychotic giggles in the next room. Schuldig looked up with blank eyes, until suddenly they came into focus and Crawford had to put up mental shields against the sheer force of fear the German's brain was forcing away.
" God, Bradley, he's a psychotic, insane…he just…" The psychic couldn't seem to find words for it, until Crawford helped him light another cigarette. Then he inhaled deeply a few times before regaining some composure. " I don't know what that kid is doing, but damn it we were this close to getting hit every couple of seconds. That car was going into every lane there was as fast as the little bastard could go, and I swear he was on the sidewalk for a moment! Crawford, I can't do this, I can't do it. I just can't." He had started to hyperventilate again, but Brad held him still.
Damn, was the boy really this bad? "Maybe we should simply ban him from driving." But this was definitely the wrong time to say that, as Nagi was walking in the door right about then. His eyes flashed at the two of them and he silently stormed into the living room.
" You can't do that to me. Crawford, I worked so hard, come on! I saved up to buy my own car, and you said-"
"-What I said was that it was a gas guzzler, and I'm not paying for it. Schuldig's and my cars both cost enough as it is. Do you have any idea how much we work just to get gas for those?" Crawford had hit a point. The boy had little income, and if he couldn't pay for gas, he couldn't drive. But Nagi wasn't going down so easily.
" I know it has bad mileage, but I love that car! Please, Crawford, Schuldig? I'll even let Farfarello take me."
" Don't even go there Nagi, he doesn't have a…" If Nagi got into an accident, that would draw attention to Schwarz as well. That was the last thing they needed.
" But you could sign for it anyway. You'll know I did it. Pleeease? I'm sorry I was so bad (here Schuldig let out a very loud "Ha!" ) but I'll get better I promise. I was just testing something out…Please Crawford? Please?" And then he did it, Nagi pulled his one weapon against the precog. It was a gamble; if this didn't work Nagi would never be able to drive, but if it did… Nagi took Crawford's hand and looked up at him with large eyes full of tears, just like the day Crawford had met him in the street and taken pity on him.
Crawford scowled into those eyes, and Nagi begged back. Then the glare wavered, stiffened, wavered again, and collapsed. Who could deny it? When Nagi wanted to be adorable the kid went all out adorable. He adjusted his glasses and turned to Schuldig.
" Well, you won't have to drive with him anymore. Besides, we can get Farfarello out of the house for a while everyday." Nagi jumped up into the air and ran to tell the Irishman. " Arigato! Arigato Gosaimashite!"
And it did seem to work. Neither Crawford nor Schuldig ever had to deal with that problem again, and Farfarello seemed ecstatic after their excursions. That was a little less than comforting, but what could you do? Anyway, Crawford was still looking forward to the day when Nagi got his license, and had to pay for his expenses himself. Then that car would be forever in the garage, and no one would have to worry about Nagi on the road again.
It took months and months for Nagi to get all of his hours. Crawford had repeatedly pushed the boy to work harder, but he said he was. The brunette simply said that he wasn't ready. Crawford took this to mean he was afraid. That was all right; Crawford had been terrified of driving at first. Of course, that was in America, and they all drove insanely over there.
" Schuldig! Crawford!" Nagi came home one day with a triumphant grin on his face, holding the small driver's license in the air. The American faced him with a smug look on his face.
" Great Nagi. Now, do you have a plan on how to pay for your gas?" He expected the boy's face to fall, but instead he could hear Farfarello cackling in the hall. He turned around as the Irishman came in. " What are you laughing at?" This only made the psycho worse.
" Tell him Nagi." Farfarello grinned. This made the boy smile shyly back, then look up at Crawford.
" Anou…I…the reason I was so bad at first…I… I figured out how to work it without gas."
"What!" Crawford's eyes bulged behind the glasses. Nagi nodded.
" As long as it's turned on, I can move everything telekinetically. That's why I took so long to get it right and then get my license… but don't worry, I drove for real at the actual test."
Crawford fell back into his chair. Telekinetically. He could move the car telekinetically…
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Another random chapter for the random fic. I hope everyone enjoys these. If you don't like comedy (which I am only so good at) look me up and you'll see I've also written for the other side of the spectrum, angst (which I am much better at). I hate to be a review monger, but please do so. big chibi Nagi eyes