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What he certainly hadn´t planned

Chapter 7

Omi stared shock-frozen at the grave in front of him. He didn't exactly know much about german language, but that little bit was enough to recognize the familiar name. SCHWARZ.

It had been pure dumb luck that Omi had noticed the grave. The rather decent way it was built and the simple black block of marble which served as gravestone had attracted his attention, seeming eerily out of place between all the other rich decorated graves. Out of curiosity he'd read the grave inscription.

SCHWARZ.

Like the rest of Weiß Omi had been wondering about what had become out of their archenemies team, but he'd never assumed that they might have died back then. Not while they were able to make it out. The whole thought that they with their strange, mighty powers wouldn't be able to escape while Weiß had made it out without any problems seemed ridiculous to him.

He'd never imagined that that could have been the last time that they had seen the black team. Schwarz. The dark, the black ones. Always there to resist Weiß on important missions, eternally opposing them. It sounded crazy but somehow Omi had taken it for granted that Schwarz would be always there, battling them as long as they would life. To think now that they were drowned, while Weiß were celebrating their victory…. It just seemed so horrible wrong to the young blonde. But there it was, their grave, fully with flowers, gravestone, etc….

"Omi…?" Faintly Omi registered Brad stepping up beside him. Still he wasn't able to tear his look from the huge black, white-veined pillar. ´That's simply impossible…` He didn´t even hear the faint gasp from the boy next to him. He allowed his eyes to trail slowly over the gravestone, imprinting every inch of it. Probably it was just a evidence. Someone with the same family name.

´There has to be more than just the name.´ As much as Omi knew there was always at last the person's full name and the birth – and dying date written on this stones. It also had to be somewhere there.

Sure enough it was there. On the lowest edge of the stone, half-hidden beneath a vase with flowers. B.C., S., F., N.N. it read, followed by the date when they had taken the heads of Estet out. Omi´s head was spinning by now. ´I just can't believe that.´

Were they really drunk or crushed back then? Did they die? Without him and the rest of Weiß even noticing? Somehow it seemed just not fair. They had been strong enemies, stronger than anything else Weiß had ever met. To think that they had died like that, without fight, without anything….. Omi just lacked any fitting words to describe the feeling he got at that thought.

To think that he'd never fight prodigy with his telekinesis again, never would have to put up with masterminds schemes, never avoid one of berserks maniacal attacks, never be faced with the cold, smug oracle and his inscrutable plans anymore…..It just simply wasn't looking right.

Omi shuddered at the thought that he was maybe standing just a few steps before and about fix feet over their corpses. Somehow the whole situation was freaking him out. That just had to be one of their tricks again. There were no other possibility. There were none!

"I-I-Ihavetogoandchecksomething! Pleasewaithere, Iwon´ttakelong!" he managed to stammer out before he dashed away. There had to be cemetery-attendant somewhere by the gates, or at least some address to turn to! Omi was conscious that his acting must have to look very strange to Brad, but right now he didn´t care. He had to make sure that the grave wasn't a fake.

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Crawford barely noticed how Omi left.

Like the blonde he was staring at the mysterious grave. He'd also noticed the smaller inscription and also the flowers. And that was what disturbed him.

He knew that Schuldig was alive, himself of course also. That left Nagi and Farfarello. Somehow Crawford doubted that one of them would built a grave for them, yet alone one leave flowers on it. The were standing in a vase, placed directly in front of the huge gravestone. From what Crawford could make out they seemed to be European flowers. The flaming red-orange petals of fire-lilies were flashing out between the some strange, pastel coloured flowers.

Those flowers had strange heard-shaped blossoms which were growing in rows from long, thin risps. The heart-shaped parts of the flowers were either pure white or in different shades of pink, ranging from dark violet to bright girlish pink. From the underst top of the heart were white teardrop-formed petals emerging. Those ´tears´ were always pure white.

Crawford recognized both flowers. He had been told their names once, though just in german. The lilies with the colour of Schu´s hair were called Donnerrosen (Thunder roses) and the Heart-shaped ones Tränende Herzen (Weeping hearts). He'd forgotten from who had told him, but he couldn't care less. Important was, that the flowers were there.

None of them would put flowers on each others grave. That was against their very natures.

Crawford broke into a grim smile. Whoever had put up this fake, he wasn't very good informed about their traits. ´Small mistake my dear.´ Small, but very fatal. If Omi hadn´d been so surprised even the Weiß assassin would've noticed the obvious error.

Slightly he wondered if the sandy-blonde would be able to get some information's about this. Crawford waited a little and decided then to inspect the grave a little more closely.

Maybe he could get some hint about the person who'd built it. The only way to do get to the stone was to step onto the fake grave. Crawford doubted that there was anybody actually buried in it. Carefully he stepped into the framed ground.

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Omi was on his way back to the grave when he suddenly heard a shocked outcry.

It was coming from where he had left Brad and the grave and got followed by a series of exited barks. He cursed under his breath and sprinted in the direction the sound was coming from.

When Omi reached the grave a shocking view was greeting him. Brad was half-lying, half-sitting on the ground of the grave tugging ferociously at his foot, while the dog was circling the grave, barking like crazy. But was really caught Omi´s sight was the fact that Brad´s foot was sticking ´till his under leg in the grave.

The dark-haired teen was tugging like a maniac on his caught leg. The more effort he was putting in, the more his foot seemed to be sucked deeper down. Brad stopped his attempt to free himself long enough to look at Omi and shouted "Omi! Help me, goddammit!!"

Omi blinked, still too surprised/ shocked to react. Seeing a grave trying to eat your friend wasn't something what you get to see every day.

"Omi!! Something moist´s tuggin´ my foot down!!!"

That was it. Immediately Omi was there and grabbed Brad under his arms. Together they had to tug with all their strength to get Brad free again.

After a good final tug Brad´s feet got out of whatever was holding it there with a sucking sound. The sudden release send both down on the ground. While Omi was still staring wide-eyed at the new hole, Brad inspected sullenly his leg. He was mud covered from his knee down and one shoe was missing now. Most likely it was still sticking in the ground.

With a howl Teddy (that´s the dog folks) was by him and trying to lick his face. In it's relief the dog's tail was wagging like a out crazed fan. The next few minutes Brad was busy with defending himself against a wet affection-attack. Omi was meanwhile peeking down the strange hole, his curiosity getting the better with him. From the other side he could see some liquid reflecting the sunlight. And when he concentrated hard he could even hear the faint sound of rippling water. Together with the mud on Brad's leg this was starting to make sense.

"Have you found anything?" Brad asked while he was shoving the dogs muzzle with both hands away from his face. Omi grinned. The big dog had half-buried the lithe teen and was now keeping him in a sitting position while forcefully trying to wash his face. "The rain must have washed the earth from under the ground. What was holding you back was mud." seeing the others difficulties Omi added. "I take it that you don't like being kissed?"

Brad snorted from where he was half-buried under the dog. "No. I don't. Especially not when coming from a dog." Omi laughed at that. "She's just happy that you're not hurt."

Brad shoved he dog forcefully away. "Yeah. And that she can do it herself." Omi had to hold back a giggle. He knew the situation the other teen was in just too good. After all Omi worked together with three other bishonen in a shop which was constantly crowded by hordes of fan girls. But a dog was certainly something new. A gasping sound snatched Omi out of his musings.

Brad was laughing. Very hard.

Teddy had decided to play mean and contented herself with licking the mud off of Brad's leg. And had promptly started with his sole. Obviously Brad was very ticklish there. Instead of answering Brad's gasped calls for help Omi joined in laughing.

After what seemed to be an eternity filled with laughter's and giggles they finally calmed down. Omi had collapsed on the ground not having enough breath to laugh any more, where Brad was still sitting, having resumed laughing even after he had gotten the dog to finally stop it's tickling-assault. Though there was an under-edge of hysteria in his voice.

"Hey Brad..?"

"Hm?" Brad threw Omi a questioning look, while Omi was helping him back on his feet's.

Omi fidgeted a little. ´Why I´m having such problems asking him such a simple question? Maybe because it´s sounding so utterly stupid…?´ "..can I ask you something?" Brad had started in the meantime to inspect the hole he´d made by himself. He didn't even bother to look at the sandy-blonde while he answered. "You can ask whatever you want. Just don't ask for my real name or I'd have to turn you down."

"I know. It's nothing about that."

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"Well?"

They were now already on their way back to the Koneko and Omi still hadn't asked. To be honest the youngest member of Weiß had no clue how to formulate his question without it sounding absolute foolish. ´Guess I'll just have to get over with it…´

"Umm, back then, when you were sticking in the grave…" "Hm?" "That was the first time that you called me Omi. Instead of Tsukiyono or just you, I mean, and…" "And?" Crawford watched Omi out of the corners of his eyes. He was growing slightly curious about what the other teen was trying to get to. "And, ahem, I was wondering…, does that mean that we are friends now?"

That got Brad on the wrong foot. Omi watched the dark-haired teen stop in mid-step, looking at him with slightly widened amber-brown eyes. For a moment Omi had the feeling that Brad was searching for something special in his eyes, some strange mixture of emotions swinging in his own eyes. They changed to fast for Omi to read them, but he was very sure that there was some sort of doubtful suspicion in them. It was nearly as if Brad was waiting for him to start laughing at him, or maybe fearing that it all was just some sort o cruel joke. ´As if he's readying himself to be hurt.´

Omi returned his look insecurely but without wavering. He didn't know if he was risking to loose their friendship before it had even begun, but it was the only thing which came into his mind. They stood both in silence, neither one moving or even blinking for what seemed an eternity.

Finally, when Omi started to think that he had done the wrong thing, Brad broke their eye contact. He sighted slowly and when he looked at Omi again every hint of strain on had disappeared from his face. His eyes were still unreadable, but a small knowing smile tugged on the corner of his lips. "Well…I guess it does." For a millisecond the smile reached his eyes.

Omi smiled his brightest smile on his new friend. "That's great! I´m very happy to have you as a friend Brad-kun." They resumed walking again. Brad winked at him. "Scratch the –kun. Brad's just fine." "Alright" Omi nodded happily. It was good that the situation had relaxed again.

After some time Omi giggled again. Brad threw him a questioning look which Omi made grin even more. "I just thought how similar you and Aya-kun are." A fine brow rose up. "You're both the calm, silent type though you are a little bit more expressive than him." Omi continued. "And you are also liking to have some time for yourself. AND you are both not that cold and unfeeling like you are wanting others to believe you are." Brad looked at Omi. "I still can't see the joke abut it." Omi grinned again. "Now I know how to get you guys to relax."

An amused sparkle started to burn in Brad's eyes. "You mean, lure him to the graveyard and feed him to his own grave?" Omi laughed brightly. "Yeah something like that. …Why his own grave?"

The dark-haired teen shrugged. "Ow, just so. I think this one was empty." He chuckled lowly. "Maybe it felt lonely and wanted an occupant?" The sandy-blonde grinned at that. Brad sighed and shook his head slowly. "This all's just making me go crazy. Over a week and still no trace from the person who's responsible for that all. And do you know what the first thing I thought was, when I broke in?" He snorted. "I don't want to end as Zombie food!"

He laughed again although this time an edge of hysteria swung in his voice. This time Omi noticed. He touched the younger teen reassuring on his shoulder. "It's alright. Nobody expects you to stay clam the whole time with all those things happening around you." Brad nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Nobody. Except me." he whispered faintly.

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On the evening of the same day. Omi had called an gathering due to the fact that he had found some interesting news. He'd even managed to get Manx there which was proving how serious this was to him.

Everyone was now assemble in the mission room, each one in his/her trusted place. It was pretty much like every other meeting when they got their missions, just that this time the whole attention rested on Omi.

Ken sat on his usual place wondering about just what was important enough to make Omi do this. Hell, if even Manx was there it had to be something quite serious! It was Manx who spoke first. "You said that there were important news Bombay?" "Hai."

"Then spill it already." came from the couch where Yohji had rested himself lankily. "I´m curious like hell about what it takes to make Manx-san come here without mission. Maybe I could arrange it more often." Like usual Manx ignored the blondes try to hit on her. Though she had to admit that she was just as curious as the rest of them. Even Aya looked intrigued.

Omi fidgeted a little about the attention he got. "Well, it's about Schwarz." A soft murmur started at this statement. "Schwarz? You´re sure?" Surprisingly it was Aya who had asked. The tall redhead had left his place by the wall in favour of better hearing.

Ken nodded excitedly. It was the first time since that event with Estet that they heard about the other team again. That Schwarz showed up meant inevitable problems for Weiß. Everyone of them knew that. It was just as sure as the fact that the sun was shining by day. "Have you seen one of them?"

Omi shrugged. "That's the point. I´m not sure about that." Manx rose a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. Hastily Omi continued "I don't know if it were really they, but I think I found their grave today."

Shocked silence followed his statement. "Their…..grave? You sure Omittchi?"

Omi shrugged in a helpless gesture. "No, not really. I stumbled across it on those western-style graveyard, you know it, but I couldn't find out if it was real or a fake." "You mean if there was actually buried someone and if, if they are really who they are claimed to be." Omi nodded again. "You mean we have to go and see ourselves?" Ken shuddered involuntary at the though of digging the corpses of their worsest enemies out. He shared Omi´s concept of western-style cemeteries.

"If it's necessary." Aya´s response was as cold as usual, not giving any hints about the feelings behind his mask of ice.

Aya wasn't very happy about the possibility that their rival team was probably out there and scheming again. He'd just be able to rest when he knew for sure that they meant no treat to his sister or anyone else anymore. Like the other members of Weiß Aya hadn't believed for a second that Schwarz could have died back then. One couldn't get that easily rid of devils like them.

Omi cleaned his throat. "I tried to get some information about the customer form the burial-service that made the grave, but I couldn't get anything."

Yohji crooked an eyebrow. "What, you were stopped by some company's security systems? Bishonen, I tend to believe you a lot, but not that." Omi winced slightly. He'd hoped to evade this topic.

Giving the others a embarrassed look Omi grinned sheepishly. "Anou, ahem, I´m having a little problem with the tequila lately." "You drink?" Yohji shook his head in disbelief. "Tequila? Chibi I can't believe that you were stupid enough to drink while hacking."

"-Hey! I don't! ´Tequila's the name of a computer virus. It uploaded itself suddenly when I was to check the data you've conquered on the last mission." "I take that that was the reason for the missing mission report and researching results?" Manx interfered. She'd stayed silent till now but a virus which could stop Bombay from his researches were definitely something which had to be paid attention to.

Omi shrugged nonchalantly. "It's not really something special. But it had erased all of my starting software. I have to get a new one to do something against it. It's time-robbing, but not enough to be actually a problem." Manx nodded at that. Satisfied to know that the wanted data would be provided she relaxed again. The matter with Schwarz seemed to like a internal problem to Weiß. As long as the other team wouldn't get active again Manx wasn't concerned.

"If you give me the address of the company I'll check it myself." Omi beamed at her. "Okay. Arigatou Manx-san." Quickly he described the grave and the company's securities.

Ken frowned slightly. "What were you actually making on the graveyard?" Omi winced. He'd hoped to get this over without mentioning Brad. They had told Manx a slightly changed version of how they came to their current guest, in which they'd found him in a room in the targets building. Until now Manx had luckily not paid much attention to him. But if Kritiker´s secretary became aware of him…

It was never sure if the attention from Kritiker was something one could wish for.

"Omi?" Manx was all-business now. Omi winced slightly. "I and Brad were taking a walk when I stumbled about it." Omi answered while he looked at Ken reproachfully.

"A walk? Over a cemetery?" she frowned. "That was my idea." Yohji quickly cut in. (He-he Yotan to the rescue ´`_´`) He shifted from his sprawled position into a sitting one, grinning at the redhead woman. "I figured that since Brad's coming from America, he might have been there before – visiting some deceased relatives, or something like that. He could have recognized something." Yohji shrugged. "It was worth a try."

Manx looked from the lanky playboy to Omi and back and nodded then. This explanation seemed good enough to her. "Alright. We will check on the owner of this grave." She turned to Omi, "I hope get some results to see soon. Inform me immediately when you found anything, as always." "Hai. I will."

With that the four boys were left alone in the basement.

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"Phew! That was narrow."

Omi exhaled loudly as Manx had finally left. For a moment he'd thought that Manx had found out everything and that they all´d be in for it. Fortunately Yohji-kun had reacted in time.

Aforesaid blonde slumped back on his sprawled pose on the couch. "You can say that, chibi. You should really learn to use your head before you speak Kenken. You nearly got us all in really deep shit."

Ken gave the others an apologetic look. "Hey, I´m sorry ´bout that." He shrugged sheepishly. "But with all that sudden surprises my head's starting to spin."

Yohji nodded slightly at this objection, directing his attention back to Omi. "He's somehow right Omittchi. Together that's all a little much at once." He waved a hand. "Especially that thing about Schwarz."

Aya nodded. "Tell us more about this accident." "Yeah. I wanna know too!" Ken agreed. The brunette brimmed with curiosity. He, Yohji and Aya had been the whole time in the Koneko sumu Ie. Well, Aya hadn´t been scheduled to work but he'd stayed the most of the day in the shop so it didn't really count.

Omi nodded and started talking again.

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"Wow. That sure was a experience." Ken commented after Omi had finished report. "You say it, Kenken. And he really broke in into that grave?" "Hai. About knee-deep." Yohji chuckled from where he were comfortably perched on the couch again. All four assassins had made them comfortable while listening to Omi´s story and were a lot less strained by now. Actually both, Yohji and Ken were wearing big grins on their faces and even Aya had had stifle a smile when Omi had described how he´d found Brad with his leg sticking in the earth and Teddy's attempts to help him. And the staying from Brad's missing shoe.

They'd soon found out that Brad, like Aya, wasn't a person of open display of feelings. Also calm and collected he hid most of his feelings under a neutral mask which seldom cracked enough to show the real person behind it. But unlike Aya the boy wasn't able to contain his emotions from surfacing when surprised or under stress.

Yohji sighed in played sympathy. "The poor! I wish I'd been there to help him." "Knowing you you'd just laughed at him." Ken laughed. The blonde faked a hurt expression. "Outch! Kenken your lack of trust hurts me! Do you really think I'd do something that mean?" Omi and Ken exchanged looks.

"Hai!" Then they both dissolved in laughter's as Yohji clasped his chest and let himself fall from the couch. Aya scowled at them. Didn't these three recognize the possible danger they were in? What if that grave would've been a trap? What if Schwarz was still out there, scheming again? It was as if a dreaded nightmare had came true. The black assassins were back from where they had vanished and Aya knew that that meant no good.

People were in danger again. His sister was in danger again. They knew how he cared about her and he wouldn't be surprised if they would use this knowledge against him. Even more, it wasn't just Aya-chan who might be in danger. Other people too. For example Sakura-chan who had helped them, or one of Omi´s school friends, or even the kid's Ken were training. Heck, anybody who meant something to any of Weiß was a possible target due to mastermind and his mind-gaming abilities! If Schwarz were out for revenge…

Aya´s eyes widened in shock for a second.

´Shit!!´

"Did somebody see you?" "Huh?" Omi blinked. "I asked if anybody has watched you." Aya replied. "No. I think not." Omi gave Aya a questional look. "Why?"

The other two members of Weiß had sobered up at their silent leaders question. "You don't believe that they are dead, do you?" Yohji inquired from where he was sitting on the floor now. "No. I don´t."

Thoughtfully Yohji traced his chin with a finger. "A trap to lure us out, hmm?" "Hn." The redhead stayed passive as always, not giving hint of his inner turmoil. If his suspicion was right… "That'd be a possibility. I can't think that they just scratched off, while we didn't even got really harmed." Omi agreed with his team mates opinions. That was really hard to imagine. Still.. "I really haven't see anything. I also didn't have the feeling that we were shadowed or something. And the dog would have reacted too."

Aya nodded slowly. Maybe his fears were unreasonable. "And if they used some sort of technology? From afar I mean?" Yohji´s expression lit up. "Kenken, for once there's a good idea coming from you. They could've used small cameras or something like that." "Hey-!" Ken scowled half-hearted at Yohji "What should ´for once´ mean?" Yotan shrugged innocently.

"That would be possible." Omi mused. "I didn't look about that. But who'd expect something like that on a graveyard? And wouldn't it be a little strange to make a trap-grave? It's not like anyone could've known that we were going to get there." "You forgot about their powers." The ex-private eye threw in. "At least one of them could've known." Ken cursed at that. Damn Schwarz and their powers!

"So they could have seen you?" Aya asked, breaking his silence again. Giving him a weary look, Omi shrugged again. "Under this circumstances, yeah." ´Fuck!´ Aya´s scowl deepened. "Aya? What's wrong? You noticed something?" Ken asked doubtfully. They all knew the redhead too well to not to notice the subtle signs. Automatically they all tensed for what was to come.

"Aya?"

Aya ripped himself out of his thoughts. "Then they know about Brad. He might be in danger." This time it wasn't only Ken who cursed.

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Later that night somebody knocked at Crawford's room's door. Crawford was really not in the mood for any company, but before he was even able to formulate something as nice as ´go away!´ the door knob already turned and a lanky blonde let himself in.

Before Crawford could say anything Yohji already flopped down on the bed next to him. Crawford gave him an annoyed look. "Don't you ever wait for an answer before you invite yourself?" The day's events had riled him up more than he liked to admit. Actually Crawford had caught himself wishing desperately for any signs of whatsoever from the other three members of Schwarz. So he really wasn't in the mood for any games the blonde playboy of Weiß might be up to.

´I should've locked the door.´ After the last incident Crawford had stopped locking his rooms door. It didn't stop any of them anyways. Like every assassin with a spark of talent all members of Weiß were able to brake locks easily.

"Actually I don't even waste time with knocking normally." Mischievous sparkling green eyes searched his face. "But since you were a guest I figured I could be a little m ore polite this time."

´Oh god.´ Crawford sighed mentally. He knew this expression in that jade eyes just too good. The lanky blonde was up to something and nothing would be able to stop him right now. Another similarity to Schuldig.

"I´m honoured." Crawford's voice and expression were totally cold. He was absolutely not in the mood for this. Yohji presented him with a wide grin. "Yeah. And your totally right too." Crawford's scowl deepened. "Ey, Stop it!! You're scaring me with that!" Yohji laughed.

Grinning widely at him he added. "When you're doing that you're nearly looking like A-yan. And that IS scary." He laughed again. Crawford humped. "Why are you here Kudou?" Yohji sighed and shook his head. "It's Yohji alright? Not Kudou. Yoh-ji." The smile crept back on his lips.

"You know, one could think you're not wanting my company." He faked a hurt sigh while his eyes were sparkling with amusement. "And that after I extra went the long way to give you this." He waved a wrapped up object with one hand. Crawford looked at it. He hadn't noticed it until now. "What is it?"

Yohji grinned again. "I don't know. Today a woman came into the shop and asked me to give you this." He waved the roughly wrapped up packet.

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"Yohji´s behaving strange?"

"I tell you Omi. There was this beautiful woman in the shop, really nice curves and that all and surely over eighteen, and he didn't even try to hit on her?"

"Really?!" Omi stared at Ken in disbelieve. "I swear it! And when I asked him later he just said that ´she had felt strange´. I really didn't get that. I mean, I was standing right next to her and I felt nothing!"

"That sure´s scary."

"Mmm-hmm."

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Crawford stared at the package in his hands. It was about as big as a larger book, twice as broad and wrapped up in what seemed to be backing paper. (that's raw, brown paper) But what was really disturbing was the fact that somebody had written To Bradley, Koneko sumu Ie on it.

"Come on. Unwrap it finally! I want to see what's in it!" Yohji whined next to him. Crawford held the slight suspicion that the tall blonde had just come due to his curiosity. Still, who was knowing that he was with Weiß? More important, who'd send him something there? Schuldig wasn't knowing where he was, Nagi wouldn't have done something that foolish and Farfarello…, the only thing Crawford had seen the white-hared psychopath doing with the post was – oh, just scratch that! So who was it?

Intentionally taking his time Crawford unwrapped the packet. It turned out to be a greyish-blue and gold patterned plastic box.

"That's it?" Yohji asked disappointed. Then he noticed the writing on the side of the box. "Crowley-Tarot. Starter-set" he read out loud. "What a strange present." Balinese mused loudly, "From my experience the girls are normally giving other presents like candies or flowers and are doing such things by themselves." He waved a hand. "Ya know, like using such card to look if they're having a future with the guy they like and such."

Crawford had frozen when the blonde had read the title. Crawley – That sounded nearly like one of Schuldig´s deliberate messings up with his name. And Tarot cards – everyone knew that they were used to look into the future. Slowly he opened the box.

Yohji was still rambling on about the usual gifts coming from girls and women when he heard a faint gasp. "What's wrong?" Curious green eyes met slightly widened amber-browns. Without a word Brad pulled something out of the box and handed it to him.

"What is this?" The dark-haired youth just indicated to him to look at the sheet he'd given him, still wordless. Curious Yohji turned the paper over. It was a photo, apparently taken from some sort of video-camera for it's poor quality.

And it was showing Brad, Omi and Teddy on the graveyard.

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Ende Kapitel 7 – one step into your own grave

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