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Author ramblings: Wow! Phew, this is really already chapter5?! I never thought that so many would read this. And review, too!! ´`_´` Great thanks to everyone who reviews!! It´s you what are keeping me writing!
Many answered my question about the pairings. Right now Aya and Yohji are neck to neck. Wanna change that? ´`.´` Just drop a note! Well, that´s it. Hope you enjoy reading.
What he certainly hadn´t planned
by Picaro
Chapter 5
Omi was surprised when he found his rooms door open. ´I´m sure I´ve closed it when I went downstairs.` Manx had brought them a new mission this afternoon and he´d been hacking through the targets security systems, while the others where outside, doing the ´action´-part of the mission. He´d done it in the mission room to make sure that Brad didn´t notice anything about Weiß.
The mission itself wasn´t very difficult. Just a simple get in, get the wanted data and get out thing. Of course it´d be best if nobody noticed their presence. Which was the reason why Omi had used the computer in the mission room. This one was more compatible for hacking into the target´s system and providing the others cover. The interesting about this mission was that the data seemed to be about some smaller sub-organisations of Estet.
The mission was over now and Omi was about to go to sleep when he noticed that somebody else was in his room. Soundless he made his way to the still open door and peeked inside. He was mildly surprised when he realised that it was Brad. `What is he doing here?´
The other one seemed to havn´t noticed him by now. Leaving his cover Omi stepped inside and switched the lights on. Surprised Brad turned around, looking slightly shocked. Omi grinned at him. "Hi." "Hi." Stepping up, Omi peeked over the other teen´s shoulder at the monitor. "What are you looking at?" Brad shrugged his shoulders, looking a little bit uncomfortable. "Just at some news-sites. I thought that maybe..." he trailed off. Omi looked at him. "And? Found something?" Brad shook his head with a sight. "No. It seems like nobody´s missing me."
Omi´s eyes widened a little bit at that comment. It sounded just so awfully familiar. `Just like it was with me` Giving Brad a reassuring smile he answered. "Don´t say something like that! Of course they are missing you! You probably just haven´t searched enough. Let me try."
A slight shimmer of a smile appeared on Brad´s lips. "Yeah. I´d appreciate that very much. I´m not that good with computers." Omi nodded reassuringly and started to search the net for anything relevant. Brad watched in silence.
Omi nearly lost himself in his search, when suddenly a low whisper reached his ears. "Don´t you wanna know what I was really doing here, in your room? Without telling anybody? Or maybe even asking you?" Brad had stepped up behind him, mimicking his previous pose. The way he was leaning over Omi´s shoulders made his lips nearly touching Omi´s ears.
Omi gulped. He hadn´t noticed that the other one was so near. So close that Omi could actually hear him breath soft and evenly, could even feel the body warmth that was radiating from him. Somehow it made him feel uncomfortable. "Well.., anou.., I told you that you could use my computer if you want to and my room wasn´t locked…" he stammered out. "That late at night?" Omi could feel the other one smirk over his shoulder. "….." "You don´t know it, don´t you? The answer of all this questions?" Omi still couldn´t find an answer. Was this really the same boy that he had spoken with in the afternoon? He sounded totally different. Self-confidence was literally radiating from him now.
Brad had left his place behind Omi in the meantime and was now leaning against the computer desk, looking Omi straight in his eyes. A real smirk was playing now around his lips, his eyes having a predatory sparkle in them. Slowly Omi was feeling like a little bird between the paws of a cat. Caught in a situation from where he could impossibly back out.
Seeing the frantic look in the teenagers eyes, Brad´s smirk vanished. He looked totally calm, his menacing aura having vanished with his smirk. Looking at Omi with an unreadable expression, he asked. "You´re quite easy-trusting for a computer-hacker, you know?"
Omi blinked, baffled. That was coming totally out of the blue. "Huh? What? How did you know? ..Ah! I mean, Why do you think that I´m a hacker...?" ´Shit.´ Instead of simply bluffing his way out, he´d managed to give himself away. What if he was now going to find out all about Weiß? Omi dreading the though about the consequences of that happening.
A soft chuckle brought him back to reality. Brad was still sitting at the corner of the table, but now his eyes were shining with mirth. "Well, ya know, I could claim to have recognised all those little gadgets there," he gestured at the general direction of all the little computer-accessories that were placed around the main tower, "but to be honest, I just guessed."
Throwing a look at the obviously relieved Omi , he added. "Seems like I guessed right. You are a hacker." Seeing no sense in further denying, Omi nodded, sending his dark-blond bangs flying. "Hai." "Do the others know about this?"
Well, that was a good question. Should he admit that Aya, Yohji and Ken were also involved in his? Or would it be safer if Brad was thinking that Omi was the only one with a little secret? The dark-haired teen seemed to be quite sharp and Omi wasn´t the best liar, so the main question was: Should he risk it? If Brad noticed that Omi was lying to him he would definitely start poking more around and maybe find about Weiß. That was quite a risk.
Hoping that Brad would mistake his squirming as nervousness, he finally answered "...No" avoiding to meet eyes with the other. "But I haven´t done anything wrong with it till now."
Looking up, Omi noticed that Brad was serious again. Only his eyes were giving hint of his feelings, shining with an unspoken amusement. Even though, Omi wasn´t having the feeling that the other was laughing at him. The expression was to warm for that. Too honest. Like had just seen something truly amusing.
Brad slowly stood up and stretched. "No need to worry. I was just being nosy. I couldn´t sleep and decided to try my luck at the computer. Actually, I wasn´t even knowing that you four weren´t home until I came here. Where were you anyway?"
Omi flinched at that question. ´This just had to come.´ Now he had to provide the others a cover a second time, this time at home. "Oh, we were out clubbing with Yohji-kun, but I became tired so I went ahead. The others should be home soon, too." Surprising how easy this lie went over his lips.
Brad stretched again. "Alright. Then I´ll leave you now. It´s gotten pretty late, or should I say soon?, and I´m tired." The last part of the sentence was accompanied by a stifled yawn. He briefly paused at the door. "Oh yeah, I´d really appreciate it if you could help me in my search."
Omi stared wide-eyed at the now closed door. `That was ...strange.` For a short moment he´d seen again a shimmer of something else in the other boy. ´As if he´s having two totally different sides.`
As Omi was musing over the possibility of Brad having a split personality a shrill mechanical beep announced that a new mail had arrived. Wondering who would send him a mail at this time of night, he turned to look at it.
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Hello Crawling!
I heard that you were in town again, so I tought `Why don´t you ask him if he want´s to play with us?´. The game´s `Wer hat Angst vorm Schwarzen Mann?`, I´m sure you know it.
So, Crowley-chan!
Are you afraid of the black man? –I´m sure don´t. But what are you doing if he comes?
-Then you´re running far away!
Love, Voivre
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Crawford was really glad when he closed the door behind him. Luckily he´d managed to irritate the youth enough to keep him from asking dangerous questions or to start doubting his story.
As less successful as the day had been, the information that he´d been able to get had made up for it. Now he knew that somebody was trying to get Schwarz into his fingers and that the same person had tried to split them up. This person was also high-probably to be belonged about the state he was in.
Although the headquarter of Weiß was probably the most safe hiding place, Crawford couldn´t wait for Schuldig to show up. He preferred to take part and control the situation than to wait ´till he got found. He´d just have to wait and play his role until the redhead was there.
Somewhat relieved about this outcome Crawford allowed himself to drop into his bed again.
Just that it was already occupied.
Cursing Crawford jumped up. `No, not again!´ Couldn´t one get some sleep in this house?! Preferably in his own bed? It looked not so.
Being hit square with Crawford´s whole body weight, which wasn´t much right now but still enough to ensure an awful awakening, the other one started to move. Murmuring incoherent curses he grabbed his damaged side and slowly squirmed into a somewhat upright stance.
Puzzled chocolate-brown eyes met Crawford´s own amber-brown ones. "Huh? B´rd? Watcha doin´ in m´room?"
`Well, now he´s awake.` Though not by his senses. Crawford regarded the still half asleep brunette with a cool look from where he was sitting on the bed. Hidaka was now fighting himself up in a sitting position, revealing his bare, muscled chest. His dark brown hair was more ruffled as usual and his eyes were clouded with sleep. "This is my room. You´re lying in my bed."
Ken shook his head. "Nnn-Nnn. Thah´s my room. I know it is. It´s the second locked room. Th´ first´s Aya´s and the s´cond ´s mine." Crawford still looked at him. "I locked my door."
It took Ken some time to comprehend this as a logical objection. In the meantime Crawford had started to puzzle out how somebody could manage to doze with open eyes without dropping.
"Aaa…"
And with that Siberian dragged himself up, out of the bed and to the door. "Then I better go th´ my room." It took him several minutes open the door and let himself out.
Crawford watched in silence. `At least it´s not getting bored here.` He undressed himself and lied down, noting that the bed was still warm where Hidaka had been lying.
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Ken dragged himself sleepily to his room. He was more than tired by now. The mission had gone ´till far past midnight and he had to open the shop in the morning. He wanted too sleep!
Reaching the door, he remembered that he had locked it. Being much too tired to go back and get his key from the pockets of his clothes, which have stayed in Brad´s room, he broke the lock and went in. Ken didn´t even realise that he had forgotten to lock the door before he´d went on mission.
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Crawford heard the faint click of a lock, followed by the sound of a door being closed and a faint crash.
`He found his room…and his soccer ball.`
He debated for a short moment if he should go and make sure that Siberian hadn´t accidentally killed himself, when the sounds returned.
With a sigh Crawford fought the feeling of loneliness which had started creep up in him, down and resumed himself to sleep.
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In the meantime the airplane was cruising with high speed to it´s destination in Japan airport.
`What are you doing?`
Tannin unlocked her eyes from the laptop who was resting in her lap. "Me? I´m bringing myself up to date." Mentally she added `After all, not everybody can do that as easily as you.`
The french telepath grinned. `Jealous?` `Not at all. After all I have my own advantages.`
"And I thought that Laptop's and mobile phones aren´t allowed on flights?" Jilocasin inquired grinning, leaning himself over so that he got a better sight on the little device. "If I´d known that, I´d brought my cerular phone with me."
Tannin smirked at the curious man. "It´s a cellular phone, Jil´. Let´s just say that this", pointing at the laptop, " a little bonus of the first-class is."
Jilocasin nodded his approval. "So, what were you doing?" "Not easy to be distracted, aren´t we?" He frowned at the blonde woman sitting next to him.
Tannin chuckled. "It get´s said ...that things are starting to move. The telepath has really showed up in Munich." Jilocasin raised an eyebrow questionaly. "And?"
Tannin grinned to herself, having her attention redirected at the machine resting in her lap. "He got away. Took two of our men´s out and vanished again.- Seem´s like he´s really that good as it´s said."
The french chuckled under his breath. "Good thing´s taking his while." Tannin didn´t bother to look at him "And also, I´ve gotten a first trace from Crawford." "Who?" "God, Jil´. Don´t you ever look at the target´s personals? Brad Crawford, American, twenty-seven years old, leader of a group called Schwarz. You do know about Schwarz, do you?" "Of course I do." Jilocasin pouted at her. "Do you think I´d forget about our payment? But names, ah, names are not more than sound and smoke."
He looked again at her, this time interest written over his features. "A psychopath, a telekinth and a telepath. And this American. I don´t get why you need Memoiré for this." Tannin gave him a exasperated look. `Didn´t he ever listen?`
"Because said American happens to be a clairvoyant, that is. I don´t want to chase him trough that whole goddamned country." "A seer?" "I know what you think, but don´t forget that he managed to become the leader of this wide-varied little group. What could you get from Memoiré?"
Jilocasin grinned to himself. "A active seer also? ... Hm, Ow I didn´t get much from her. Just some stumbled together memories. Pictures. Impressions. The event you´re asking for is too near to be more precise." "And?" "They are much too jumbled to be of any help-"
"Jilocasin, spit it out!" Sigh. "As you wish. There were some images of a big, black dog or maybe a wolf running around a graveyard. Two angles without wings, one from heaven, one from hell, standing before a grave. That´s all." "A grave? What for a grave?" Jilocasin quickly described it to her.
Tannin grinned. "Thanks. You just spared me much time with this information." Jilocasin gave her a confused look. To him these pictures weren´t making any sense. Looking again at the laptop, he asked. "What were you writing?" "Oh, just a mail for our dear prey. As a greeting." He looked at the text. "Who´s scared of the black man? Play-child." Tannin shrugged. "They know anyway already that I was fumbling with their net. So why not?"
The french gave her still a doubtful look. "Where have you Memoiré anyway? I can´t see her."
"Oh, I stashed her with the rest of my luggage in the baggage-room." And noticing his companions look. "The advantages of first- class flights."
"...You know . . ."
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The following day was one of those to be described as perfect. The sun was shining in a clear blue sky, the birds were singing, children were playing and so on. Everything was so perfect sweet and nice that Crawford had the feeling to get ill if he had to look any longer at it. ´A sheer postcard view. Come and visit Japan, the country of happy dreams and other cute trashiness.´
Crawford was in a foul mood today. He hadn´t gotten much sleep the last two night´s and to top all of it Siberian had managed to drag him to a little soccer field in the park. `Not that I had much of a choice...` Sullenly he kicked a stone away which happen to lie in his path.
Abyssinian had been following him around the whole day, glaring holes into his back. Slowly Crawford had gotten the feeling that the tall readhead had just been waiting for a good moment to jump at him and attack. `He´s certainly suspecting something.` So when Ken had showed up, Crawford had had the choice between accompanying him to soccer or staying alone with a somehow pissed looking Aya. ´Yeah, great choice.`
His foul mood hadn´d gotten better with the passing of the day. He´d spent the morning with watching TV, hoping to find some hints for the remaining of Farfarello. He trusted Nagi to notice the invader in their net, and get himself a safe place until he or Schuldig would come to pick him up, but Farfarello... Farfarello was a total different story.
Crawford could just hope that he would manage to find him before the psychotic albino could get himself into too much trouble then even he could handle. That was the reason why he´d searched every channel for some news about any bloody murder, but for some strange reasons the berserk seemed to have stayed clam. ´And that for four days now.´
The thoughts about Farfarello´s missing activity and apparent reasons for that made Crawford even more uneasy. He could just hope that Schuldig would come soon and that the other two were following the plans for emergency. Finding themselves some safe shelter and wait for the others (him or Schuldig) the come and pick them up, while staying calm.
With Nagi that wasn´t such a great problem. Hardly a problem at all. Farfarello on the other side... Such and similar thoughts were circling in Crawfords head as he followed the excitedly babbling Ken Hidaka to the ground.
That he was wearing a pair of up-worn, too big jeans and a simple short-sleeved shirt wasn´t increasing his anticipation. Also the fact that he hadn´t his glasses.
Examining the lawn he noticed that it was still a little bit wet. `Must´ve been watered today.`
Promising himself to be careful with that (wet grass was slippery), he found himself wishing for his glasses again. But Crawford had lost his ones before he´d met Weiß and if he now started to wear some the similarity would´ve been to much not to rise suspicions.
Fujimiya was already keeping an eye on him and Kudou also seemed to be a little bit too curious for Crawford´s taste. The pounding of feet next to him ripped him out of his train of thoughts.
Crawford looked up to meet slightly concerned brown eyes. Hidaka had returned from where he had been greeting some kids and was now looking questionably at him. Obviously he´d asked him something. "Huh?" Ken grinned slightly. "I was asking if you were ready to play?"
" Oh. Yes, of course." Silently he padded after Ken to a group of children on the lawn.
Involuntary the desire to just say `No.` and leave had risen in Crawford at that question. But Siberian was certainly not to let him of the hook that easily. `Better I´m playing along and spare myself the trouble.` While Crawford was internally cursing again whatever twisted wrench of fate had brought him into this situation, Ken was busily introducing him to the other kids, telling him their names. "-…and this is Brad. I already told you about him." A chorus of voices greeted him.
"So, And now let´s play soccer!"
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End chapter5 – hand luggage?!
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